The 99th Platoon – The FlatFeet Saga
Act Three: Into the Lair

(A/N The Platoon continues its group, but individual, assault against Omega, attempting to destroy him whilst he's spread himself out among them. Kudos for the final scene of this chapter must go to the ace film "Fallen" starring Denzel Washington, John Goodman and Greece's own Elias Koteas. If you haven't watched this incredibly chilling para-psychological thriller, you're missing out. Anyhow, that's the reference that follows at the end, if any one is wondering. See! See! It's not plagiarism… cough I think I'll be fetching my lawyer…just in case! In the meantime, feel free to read and review.)

Chapter 19: A Fatal Mistake

The door to section Gamma had just finished being welded apart. Three strong Komiz's lifted the door and hauled it away. The reaction was instantaneous. The soldiers were sucked into the vacuum that was suddenly filling with air. They were smacked hard against the door at the end of section Gamma. The door blew open. The rest of the troops, unharmed, went in through the door.
The Lift Operator, a handsome young Squirrel, had heard the gunshots and heard the radio. He acted fast and swiftly. He shot a hole in the Lift's floor and slid down the shaft to the 99th floor. He pressed the lift doors apart and scrambled inside...He could hear noises from above.
He saw the four Squirrels that had been left behind to guard the 99th while they were conducting the Experiment.
Twisted and Snickers stood up. They understood.
Squeaky whipped out his flamethrower, his welder's goggles sliding down over his eyes. Eric Cartman grinned.
"You get inside kid, and when the others wake up, get 'em out here to join us."
Tail twitching through the air like mad the Lift Operator ran for C-Branch...

Renato "DaMedic" Mon : "DarkFlame"

Mon heard FlatFeet's words as he found himself face to face with Dark. He seemed to be madly attacking the air around him.
Mon approached Dark with caution. He knew well enough not mess with him when he was pissed.
The Omega was using a different approach on these two.
To Dark, he belived he was fighting his way through a sea of Tediz, working towards their leader, standing away at the back.
"Hey...Dark? You okay...or something?" the leader asked in Mon's voice, but Dark's mind was clouded. Dark didn't understand, nor cared.
Mon could tell something was wrong. He started backing away. Dark looked insanely at him. He kept 'fighting' his way towards Mon.
"Hey Dark, calm down...here..."
Mon backed against the wall. Dark was getting closer.
Finally, he was within arm's reach of the Tediz. He grabbed him by his neck and pinned him against the wall. Dark didn't look like he was exerting himself but the Tediz was having difficulty breathing anyways.
Mon tried to inform Dark that he was strangling him, the real Mon, but he barely managed a whimper before starting to turn blue.
Dark could hear the Tediz laughing at him as he strangled their Leader. He looked back at the crowd. The images of multiple laughing Tediz began to merge into a single vision…of the Omega.
Dark's head whipped back to the Tediz leader and he saw Mon's struggling visage.
"What the !"
He let the Medic drop to the ground.
NO! the Omega gasped. It's illusion broken, it scattered in a burst of flame.

Kenny "CoolGuy" Johnson : Stealth Levasseur

Stealth drew his sword out of its sheath with a slow and deliberate motion. CoolGuy, standing next to him withdrew his shorter, yet still deadly, Shaolin blade.
The Omega stared at them both and laughed, drawing dual blades. He swung them once to assume his grip, and then grinned menacingly.
Stealth attacked first, swinging the blade in an arc above his head, as CoolGuy stepped sideways, coming in low and from an angle. The Omega spun round, blocking Stealth's blow with the flat of his blade, dragging the blade downwards, before addressing CoolGuy with his second sword, the clang of metal against metal audible.
Stealth leapt into the air, flipping over and landing behind the Omega as CoolGuy dove at Omega's legs, keeping his blade in a defensive grasp. The Omega growled as he was forced to spin round and block Stealth with both swords as he felt CoolGuy's blade bite deep into the back of his knee.
CoolGuy screamed in pain as the blade glowed red hot, forcing him to withdraw.
The Omega leaned sideways, his wound slowing him down. Stealth dodged a weak attempt, rolling to the side, before pinning the Omega in the side of his hip.
The Omega roared in pain as CoolGuy found the strength to ram his own blade deep into Omega's chest, before Stealth slid to his feet, assumed a stance known only to him, and decapitated the Omega with one fluid motion.

"Ajax FireBorn" : "Ricy" : "RedStorm"

"Bit crowded here ain't it?" Ajax sniffed. The three stood back to back, Ricy unfurling his wings nervously, RedStorm arming his staff.
As if on cue, the Omega arrived.
Fools. You can't defeat me, for I know all about you. I know your secret Andrew Jackson McGregor
Ajax snarled.
Yes. I know what you dare not share with anyone else, your darkest secret that has haunted you for the longest time
He kept his distance, keeping his hands behind his back.
And you Miles Crowell. I've seen it in your mind. You shall leave your friends. No matter how many times you swear you shall stand by them, I can see it within you; you do not have the strength left to remain Omega paused.
And the bird, my favourite of the three. You indulge yourself in food, and lewd comedy to hide your own fear and ineptness. You're useless; weak – and you always will be
"That's it," RedStorm roared. "Let's get this !"
RedStorm hurled his staff like a javelin directly at the Omega, whilst Ajax flicked his lucky lighter open, spraying a blast of pyro at the Omega's face. Ricy flapped his wings, launching into the air, before he came down, his claws outstretched, and tore the Omega's face open.

Rick "Pyst" Gores

Each man was engaged with his own Omega copies or nightmares. Pyst lost track of his mates, and had wondered into some kind of a field. A windmill stood in the middle of the field. Pyst entered the tower, machine gun ready. It was quiet, too quiet... he could feel eyes watching him as he slipped in. A single flickering light bulb lit the windmill's interior. Pyst cautiously crept around; he scanned carefully for any hostiles.
Something moved.
Pyst snapped to his left, his rifle ready. He stared into the eyes of the most disgusting and twisted being he had ever seen: himself.
It was a mirror.
Pyst approached the mirror; he cleaned some gunk out of his teeth.
"Thats a nice reflection..." he said, examining himself in the mirror. Suddenly the reflection leapt forward and knocked Pyst's rifle out his hands.
"Thank you!"
"!"
Pyst punched the Omega in the face. The Omega punched Pyst in the jaw. Pyst kicked the Omega in the gut. The Omega grabbed Pyst by the arm and swung him around. He flew across the room and crashed into a wall.
"You can't beat me, wanna know why?"
Pyst got to his feet.
"Cause you're a goodie little two-shoes Pyst!"
The Omega punched Pyst in the stomach. Pyst spat blood.
"Goodie-little-two-shoes!" the Omega sung, before kicking Pyst's knee cap.
"Goodie-little-two-shoes!" The Omega kneed Pyst in the groin.
"Goodie-little-two-shoes!"
Pyst grabbed his 12-gauge Shot-pistol and shoved it the Omega's face.
"Uh oh."

KA-BLAM!

The Omega Pyst went flying.
"Good... bad... it doesn't matter... I'm the guy with the gun!" Pyst cackled. The Omega managed to sit up.
"NOTHING CAN SAVE YOU! NOT EVEN DEATH!"
Pyst walked over to the Omega.
"Hey, you got something on your face!"
"Huh?"

KA-BLAM!

Rico "Sarge" Rodriguez

You seem to do well when dealing with yourself. Let's see you deal with...your men.
The Omega shrunk down...down...dwindled in size to be almost at Sarge's height. Then, in a short burst of white light, the Omega split...split again. They were everywhere.
Omega laughed.
Omega smiled.
Omega cackled.
Omega grinned.
Omega spat.
Omega...sang?
That's right...he sang.

Tiiiiiii-ime. Is on my siiiii-ide. Oh, yes it is! Oh, yes it iiiiis!

It was an old song, Sarge had heard it a long, long time ago. Sarge's eye started twitching again. He didn't like this unnecessary isolation.
"What the?"
Omega became Mon.
Omega became Pyst.
Omega became Dark.
Omega became Deja.
Omega became Oreos.
Omega became Stealth.

"What the devil?"

"Who is it Sarge?" Deja asked him. She slapped Pyst on the shoulder.
"He really can't tell can he Pyst?" Dark bared his fangs.
"Yep," Pyst replied "We got him good now."
"You don't get it do you Sarge? It's simple really...but there are so many wrong guesses you could make. I'd hate for you to shoot...the wrong person, right Mon?" asked Oreos.
"That would be quite unpleasant for him wouldn't it?""There are too many...I-I can't guess..."

"That's right Sarge...here. Just to help you out 'cause we're family..." Deja closed her eyes... "Tiiiiiii-ime."
"Is on my siiiii-ide." said Dark.
Sarge understood. Omega would keep shifting the body he was hiding in. If Sarge failed to hit the Omega he would most definitely kill one of his own men.
"Oh, yes it is!" Pyst.
"Oh, yes it iiiiis!" Stealth.
"Tiiiiiii-ime." Oreos.
"Is on my siiiii-ide." Mon.
"Oh, yes it is!"
"Oh, yes it iiiiis!"

"Stop it!" Sarge roared. "Stop it!"

"Oh, yes it is!"
"Oh, yes it iiiiis!"

"Dammit! Shut up! Shut up all of you!"

"Oh, yes it is!"
"Oh, yes it iiiiis!"

ker-BLAM

The shotgun smoked from the barrel. Deja slumped down onto her knees clutching her stomach.
"You...you shot me!"
"Yeah. So I guessed right huh?"
She fell unconscious. Sarge came out of the black void Omega had sucked him into. Oreos ran close to Sarge.
"Sarge!"
"What!"
Oreos leaned in close to Sarge's ear.
"Tiiiiiiime. Is on my side…"
Sarge's eyes snapped wide open. He looked down and saw Deja, released from the Omega's cocoon, bleeding on the ground. He looked to where Oreos was. All that was left was a burning Omega on the pavement.
Sarge screamed in anger and frustration...

Like I said Rico. Tiiiiiii-ime! Is on my siiiii-ide. Oh, yes it is! Oh, yes it iiiiis!