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

(A/N The most emotionally charged chapter and ending in Platoon history. Read on to find out why. See you when this is all over.)

Chapter 22: Till We Meet Again

Three shots.
Three dead Tediz. Their bodies all fell to the floor in a loud thump as Red Storm stood holding an M-9. His ice-blue eyes glanced around the now empty room for any more signs of the Tediz. Seeing there was no more he turned around and checked for anyone that was following him.
Several bullets struck the wall as he started to peer out and pulled back in quickly. Scowling to himself he signalled to Pyst behind him, that it was his turn. The psychopathic Squirrel whipped out a rocket launcher.
Carefully aiming the large weapon he fired in an arc in which it bounced off the wall and when he heard the screams of pain from the Tediz he knew his target was hit. Glancing out and seeing no Tediz around he and RedStorm walked out.

CoolGuy leapt into the throng, three Tediz leaping in front of him, singling him out from the group.
"Holy crap!"
He started firing at them, but they moved far too fast. He managed to hit one of them in the leg, and then he blew its head off. The other two were close. He got out his magnum and fired one bullet. The Tediz dodged and hit CoolGuy's hand with his sword, making him let go of the gun.
There was a blast of flame and a low hiss as the jinxed pyromaniac, Ajax Fireborn, torched CoolGuy's assailants.

Sarge tried to assess the battle. Since the arrival of the 99th the odds had evened in favour of the Agency. The sirens and red flashing lights continued to blaze. As he fired a shotgun round into a Tediz throng, mutilating limbs and torsos, he could make out his men helping out the struggling basic force of the Agency.
Ricy had leapt high enough to sore directly down the corridor, and open up an attack front from the southern side. Stealth and Dark were doing what they did best, spurts of green and yellow liquid staining the walls around them. Chael stood up the back, firing and reloading with rapid pace, scoring headshots with each gunshot. WWW slipped in and out of the Tediz line, posing as one of them, speaking Tediz to confuse the grunts, whilst Blaze dashed to Sarge's side, delivering the news that Twisted and Snickers were holding off the West wing, and Cartman and Squeaky were making short work of the main entrance breach, trying as fast as they could to seal it up.
Yet something nagged Sarge in the back of his mind. Something wasn't right.
Something had been forgotten.

"Hey, kid… Help me lift him up onto this table…" Mon said, wheeling himself in front of an operating table.
Speechless and his face blank, almost bored, Sergio Pernandez dropped FlatFeet onto the operating table.
"Thanks."
"No problem." He placed his hands in his pockets and stared around the room.
Empty.
He could see Deja, recovering quietly in a chair. He saw Mon start checking over the still, but breathing, FlatFeet.
He gripped a pair of surgical scissors, tossing them lightly, playing with them in an almost sadistic way.
"Hey those aren't toys…" Mon began.
Sergio smiled.

"Ceasefire! Ceasefire! Captain! Call your men off! Call them off!" a broad shouldered and imposing Squirrel blared. The Platoon broke off their assault. Sarge recognised the approaching figure at once.
Major B.Addass.
"They asked for a ceasefire?" Sarge asked. The Major nodded.
Sarge was suspicious.
"Dark, keep your sword out. Chael get outta sight and ready to shoot from afar. RedStorm, Oreos, flank the sides and block the way out when they come in…"
Two Tediz, one of lower rank and one of higher entered. The higher ranked one spoke. He spoke in jarbled Tediz. WWW acted as translator.
"We have called a ceasefire..."
"We know that already..." the Major interrupted. WWW continued translating.
"Because we believe you are unaware of the complete danger of the Omega. The Omega was a project gone wrong and sealed away so as to never be activated. Unfortunately you blundering fools went ahead and released it. It has come to our attention that you believe you have cured the one infected. There is one thing we have discovered about the Omega."
A pause.
"It is indestructible...At 'death' it becomes frantic. It searches for a way out a way where it can spread to safety...It is a survivor of the best degree."

!FLASH BACK!
Sergio Perandez grabbed the freshly fallen FlatFeet from the stasis tube.
Involuntarily FlatFeet's eyes snapped open. The hysterical Sergio looked directly into FlatFeet's eyes.
FlatFeet's pupils became thin slits whilst Sergio's grew wide as saucers.
Sergio became calm. He rushed FlatFeet to Mon.
!FLASH BACK!

"The Omega can survive for 30 seconds without a vessel...it can find even the most unlikely methods to transmit itself to another body. Mainly touch, or direct lines of eyesight..."
A heart beat of silence...then...
"DOWN! THAT! SHAFT!" Sarge roared.

Sarge prayed he wasn't too late.
The doors to C Lab burst off their hinges.

Sarge fell to his knees...

Mon lay still, metres from his wheel chair, two of the wheel's spoke protruded from his chest, as if the collision had been violent.
FlatFeet breathed weakly as his blood seeped slowly out of the large slice down the side of his face...
The Professor's dead body was sprawled onto the floor facing the ceiling, his face a mess of bloody ribbons...

But the thing that forced Captain Rico 'Sarge' Rodriguez to his knees...

Dana 'Déjà vu' Rodriguez was pinned to the ceiling spiked through her palms and the souls of her feet in a mock crucifixion...Her head hung limp.
There was a message scrawled in blood across the walls of C Lab.

"Au revoir..."

Sarge trembled. He shook, the bloody wrath building inside of him. His face was contorted.
"Get...her...down..."
Dark's normally sinister complexion was now as pale as a sheet. His breathing was short and sharp.
His hand shaking violently, he brought Deja's down.
A tear rolled down his cheek...

They all held their breath. Dark stammered the answer.

"S-S-She's...she's dead..."

Sarge could contain it no longer.
He screamed before flinging himself onto the corpse and there and then burst into tears...
One by one…the others followed…

A red Panther convertible rolled down a highway, not too far from the disguised transit authority building...
Sergio Perandez cruised down the sun-flooded high way...
He was humming...
"Time...is on my side..."
He laughed.
"Oh yes it is...Oh yes it is!"
The car drove off into the blood red sunset...the Omega's maniacal laughter trailing behind it…echoing…

Au revoir.