Operation EASTER
Evasive
Able
Scouts
Terminate
Easter
Ransacking
The small ship quietly dodged small spotlights as the team slowly entered the Teen base perimeter. Numbah 841, captain of the scouts, turned to his squad.
Most of them were strapping up all there gear, for one had to be ready if he was stranded without back up for days. Although he was in charge of a full squad of ten operatives he had decided to just take the top six, not including himself. Numbahs 978, 899, 1002, 965, 933, and 887.
Seeing his squad armed to the eyeballs made the captain smile.
Numbah 899 called from the cockpit. "Captain, I'm gonna have to let you down now, I think they're on to us."
"Bring her down steady double-nine." But just then a RSM (Random Searcher Missile) came careening into their left wing slamming the ship, and lighting up the sky with anti-aircraft fire.
"Were going down!" Numbah 899 screamed as he fruitlessly wrestled with the controls. "I'm hitting the stabilizers!" he said as he wreched at the soda can that was the stabilizer ignition.
"We're gonna have to jump!" Numbah 841 screamed at his squad who had instinctively struggled towards the door.
Without another word they flung themselves out of the small doomed air craft, obviously their nerves got to them because meny of the opened their parachutes prematurely.
"Double-nine! Lets go!" Numbah 841.
"No! I'm not leaving her! I can't leave her! This plane's been with me si-" He was caught off by mid sentence by Numbah 841 wrenching him out of the seat and throwing him out the window. Numbah 841 was about to go when another missile hit the ship this time the hull with snapped the ship in two. Before the air could suck him out he lunged himself into the air.
He slowly floated down and unhooked his pack. His squad was waiting for him at his exact spot.
"How are we going to get back?" Numbah 1002 said, his knees shaking.
Numbah 841 pondered the question.
"We'll figure that out later, lets move!" the mission had begun.
