The Mission
Duke grimaced fiendishly at Christie. Being contained in such a contained space with her presence was taking its toll on the teenage boy.
He realized that she was out of his league, not to mention taken, but she was so beautiful that he would absolutely dissolve without at least a kiss.
He glanced to his sides. The other 3 boys slept uncomfortably on the ground while Christie lay on her side quietly staring at a chain that Duke did not recognize.
He crept slowly towards her—there was even a scent about her that was enticing, he felt like a male dog, and Christie was in heat. He thought to himself about why he liked her so much. He supposed it was always being around her, he had known her almost as long as Cole. It wasn't his fault she never gave him a second glance. In fact, they never really had had a decent conversation in the past, one that didn't involve Cole that is. Today should definitely be the day.
The ground was freezing; it was a hard stone that held the coldness of the chamber a little too well. Christie was only 4 feet away.
He cleared his throat; he figured, 'why should I go all the way. I should go the 60, she should come the 40. Its only fair.'
She paid no notice to him.
Cough
She clutched her locket affectionately with her back to Duke.
Erm. Ughk ughk. COUGH!
Christie turned her head slowly to him and smiled. She turned her back to him again.
"Christie, you bored?" he asked awkwardly.
She turned around slowly with some suspicion. "No, not really."
"Sure, you don't need company?"
"Fairly." She smiled warmly.
Duke homed in on the opportunity.
"Well." He started with a certain macho about him. "It must be a little lonely being stuck her all day with no other girl to talk to. I just want to know if you are doing good." He flashed his teeth falsely.
"No. I think you just want to make out with me." She smirked.
Duke turned tomato red in seconds.
"Of coarse not!" he defended "That was the absolute! Last thing I was thinking about! Not even, it wasn't even on the list.
"You don't need to be embarrassed." She said as she crawled to his chin. "You're kinda cute."
She grabbed his chin and put her lips to his.
Duke was stupefied and let himself slid to the floor.
"We…really…shouldn't…be…", he mumbled between breaths.
She moved her mouth away. "Doing this? I thought you were afraid I was lonely."
"I was!" he blushed. "I just never thought you'd…you know…Its not natural."
Christie frowned and turned her head head to the side.
Duke quivered. "What the hell!" he grabbed her and made his move. He gently pushed her to the ground.
"Duke," said a deep voice behind him.
"A little…busy…now…", he groaned and motioned away.
Duke felt a tap on his shoulder and gently moved his head from Christies'.
Rudely, he snapped his head to the side and glared up. "What do you want?"
He went dead pale.
Cole glared viciously down at him. He put his fist over his neck and pulled him up.
"IM SO SORRY!" Duke screeched. He didn't even bother to look back at Christie.
Cole lifted his fist and swung.
SLAP!
"Wake up!" Christie yelled, smacking Duke across the face repeatedly.
He regained his color. "Was I asleep this whole time?", he squeaked in a cold sweat.
"Uh, yeah." She looked puzzled.
"THANKYOU!" he yelled to himself.
"YOU ARE WELCOME", she yelled back. "We need to get out of here right now, Duke. This place is going crazy! The other prisoners are fighting guards and trying to escape. Apparently a really large attack has been made on the city."
"What?" he rose up quickly. "How big?"
Christie looked at him silently.
"How big?"
"I don't think there is anything left."
"Oh, god." He moaned. "Not everything. That just cant be."
"We should leave." Christie motioned.
"No!" Riley yelled as he rushed towards them. "We agreed we would stay when the big attack came. We cant back down. Who knows what above. We are safe here."
Christie looked out with tears in her eyes. "Don't you want to know what is out there? Isn't that a concern." Her lips quivered. "EVERYTHING IS GONE!"
She threw herself down in tears.
There was suddenly a powerful bang in the distance. A large thus sounded throughout the room.
"Was that what I thought it was?" Duke asked in horror.
"I am afraid so." Riley answered solemnly. "Tenth prisoner I have heard in the past hour, who knows how many in the other sectors."
Christie looked as if she was about to vomit
"Another reason we need to stay put. Its not the right moment yet. The Sailor Soldiers need to come."
"They may never come!" Duke roared. "They may let us rot in this hell hole! They don't care! They might even be dead!"
Smack!
Christie slapped Duke passionately. "Don't you ever say that again. Cole is not dead. I can feel him. He will come. I can feel it in my heart."
He ignored her.
"Where are the others?" he asked Riley.
"Basil and Jonah. Getting information. Devon seems to have wandered off." He replied coldly "I assume they shouldn't have too much of a problem answering some questions."
"How long have they been gone?"
Riley frowned. "Actually…they have been gone a while."
They looked into each other's eyes and ran towards the entrance.
"BASIL!"
"JONAH!"
They could only hear the echo of their voices.
"WHERE ARE YOU!" Duke bellowed.
They both blindly ran to the dim light at the entrance door.
Duke felt a large circle pressing against his forehead.
"We aren't trying to escape…" Riley reasoned calmly. "We just want to know where our friends are. Do you know…where they are?"
One of the guards grunted and motioned to a much larger guard who held each boy in one of his hands.
"Please let them go." Duke shivered. "They just wanted to ask a question."
"Get out." The guard growled.
"…What?" Riley asked calmly.
"….Too many prisoners." Another finished. "Leave…or we will kill…"
"You don't understand." Duke cracked. "It is apparently a lot safer down here. We need to stay."
"Now."
"Sir, please let us stay." Pleaded Riley kindly.
BANG!
Duke flinched. Slowly he opened his eyes. The guard missed on purpose.
"We are going to leave now", Duke twitched nervously.
They both ran towards Christie as shots fired towards them.
Riley could feel one tear into the very edge of his pants. He could feel slight pain. It barely missed.
Duke rolled over to Christie.
"We HAVE to go!", he ordered and took her hand "Run!"
"But—", she attempted before Duke pulled her towards the exit.
He had a moment to look back. He could see Riley pulling Basil and Jonah along.
Ten bullets came flying at them from different guards and they all ducked appropriately. The exit was very near.
Riley squinted and could see that the door had been almost fully pounded down by other prisoners. It just needed slightly more force…
Being conscious of the bullets, Riley quickly cocked his leg back and pushed the steel door to the ground. He had never seen such intense light since school.
There were thousands of people on the ground and around the stairs. Impulsively they linked arms and pushed through the crowd.
It was a horrid experience. Duke could feel the dazed prisoners tearing through his skin with their nails, trying to stop their progress.
Riley angrily kicked others to the side and shoved people out of the way to make way up the many, many flights of stairs. Duke and the others did the same. Soon enough it felt as if the crowds were pushing them up opposed to down now. Riley couldn't help but feel sorry for all of those we were put in the cell unjustly like himself.
There were still quite a few steps to go and he had no idea how long they could chain together…but the crowd seemed to be fading towards the top of the stairs. This made him very nervous.
Soon enough they all unchained and stood at the last 4 steps. They couldn't believe they ran several hundred feet up without feeling more fatigue.
"Who is going to open the door?" Jonah asked.
"I don't know…the crowd must have died off here for some reason." Riley reasoned.
"But they told us to leave…Right?" Duke asked.
The boys nodded.
Christie groaned and effortlessly turned the knob and opened the door.
Devon stood proudly in the doorway.
"Devon!", Basil yelled. "You are okay!"
"Damn straight.", he looked at the banged up and sweaty men. "You all look like crap though. What's up with that?"
"They fired their weapons at us to get out." Jonah groaned.
"I thought you didn't want to leave, Devon." Duke questioned suspiciously.
"I told you…there was a major attack coming…and apparently, looking at all of the haze…it happened. What else could get so many people in an uproar."
"Just be lucky you are alive.", Riley spoke. "They could have shot us dead."
"Oh, they tried to shoot me too.", Devon grinned proudly.
"When?", Duke asked suspiciously.
"When I opened this very door.", he nodded. "Two guards, huge guns…" Devon walked to the side of the entrance and bent over. He held two state of the art machine rifles.
"Wh—where did you get…those…", Jonah asked.
"Where do you think?", he snarled, motioning to the two unconscious guards lying behind him.
"Ahh!" Duke panicked as he stepped out the door. "Lets shove them on the stairs. They are creeping me out!"
The others stepped over the guards to the other side of the entrance as Cole and Devon shoved the two guards slowly past the door and on the last steps.
Devon stretched and wiped his hands on his shirt. "Now that that is that, we need to get out of here."
Christie looked over the edge of the platform. "Guys…I think we are on the roof level of a military base…it wasn't a prison…"
"Ugh, I could have told you that." Devon groaned.
"How are we ever gonna get out of here if we are all of the way on this…" Duke glanced to the left. "Is that…whoa…is…"
"A 1034 Aero Jet. Yes. It is." Devon grinned. He jingled something in his right hand. "And look what I found in that guards pocket."
"You aren't seriously going to drive to steer it into the city?" Christie yelled. "You are crazy if you are."
"Who said I was driving?" Devon grinned.
"Me?" Christie snarled. "I don't—"
"He means me." Jonah interrupted. "M-My dad is a pilot…and I even have a license to operate certain types of jets…but with a licensed pilot and not this kind of jet!"
"But you know how to operate this baby." Devon urged. "And that's all that matters. You can…wing it…", he snickered.
Christie rolled her eyes at the joke. "Its dangerous."
"But it's the only way out." Basil sighed. He picked up a small stone and threw it over the edge. "Or that."
Devon ran to the jet and unlocked the cockpit. "We should all fit in the back, there's like a cargo area."
The others groaned and hopped into fairly large jet while Jonah and Devon took the pilot seats.
Devon's eyes sparkled. "Now that the ultimate war of evil and good has begun, its time for us to get right into the action…the Sailor Soldiers will be there soon…and we will be there to help! To the city!"
"To the city!" they yelled.
Jonah shifted the gears and sent the jet flying into the haze and into the middle of a war zone.
