Chapter 5

He's what?!

R.C.

Sarge finally came back after the air raid he caused. The explosions and the destruction of the Blue's tank made me feel a little better. Still, I was just as pissed as Sarge and possibly Lopez, that the jeep was totaled. So, I had to fix the gun… again.

"And then I thought, you know," Grif tried to explain to Sarge as Lopez fixed the jeep, and I fixed the gun outside the of the base. As far as I could tell, Sarge wasn't buying it. "We could sneak around the side while they were hiding behind the rock, but uh, well, that's when the tank showed up and, shit, just started blowin' up. I don't know."

Sarge sighed a bit annoyed or holding back rage or both. "Grif, do you have any Godly idea how much this piece of equipment costs?"

"Ah, I don't know, what like uh, ten, ten-twenty, twenty-five bucks, maybe?" Grif questioned.

"Not even close."

"Shut it, rookie," Grif yelled back at me. He then turned back to Sarge, sounding pretty nervous once again. "Uh, yeu, you're gonna kill me now, aren't you?"

Lopez and I just stopped working our respective parts just to watch what Sarge would do to Grif. "Tell you what, Grif, I'm a fair man. I'll give you a ten-second head start here before I let Lopez do anything, he wants to ya."

Griff didn't seem phased or was really thinking he could talk his out of this. "Guys, I just want you to know. I'm really, really sorry here, and—"

Before he could even finish, Sarge ready his gun as Lopez slowly raised his as Sarge counted. "Five Mississippi. Six Mississippi…"

Grif finally got the hint and started to back away from the two. "Okay, uh, I guess I better get going then."

Lopez and Sarge looked at each other. If Grif could see my smile, he'd know: his ass was grass. Immediately as the thought came. Lopez and Sarge and started firing at Griff. Griff quickly ran back to the base. Honestly, the fastest I've seen him run so far. "Hey guys, that's not funny! Somebody could get hurt here!"

They continued till a little after Griff disappeared in the base. I could've done the same, but honestly, with a tough guy like and the silent terminator was enough to get that idiot from messing up my work.

Cate

I did something I never vowed to do since I got to this miserable place: I was behind Tucker.

I hated it having a feeling he could making any cheap-ass advance, but like me, that freaky freelancer, Tex, scared the hell out of me. As soon as he got here, he started practicing shooting on our base walls as Tucker finally started to explain our situation.

"That's basically its sir," Tucker said as finished explaining as nervous as I was. "They have five guys over there and a big jeep."

Tex quickly reloaded the clip of his gun. "And your flag," he said in a deep voice.

Tucker looked down for a little. "Right, that too."

Tex then threw generated at his target, and it exploded. I finally nervously stepped from behind Tucker. "Uh, hey, Tex?" I spoke up. He didn't turn. Thank God. "I don't know what it's been like at your other bases, but we try not to use other soldiers as target practice here. We also have a limit on how many soldiers should be killed today." Tex scoffed and started play with his weapon. I wasn't dead or wounded, so that was a plus. I finally looked at the target. "Caboose, you dead?"

Caboose was body pressed against the wall with bullet holes that completely surrounded the wall. "I'm scared," Caboose muttered nervously.

I quickly turned back to Tex as Caboose finally but slowly moved from the wall as Tex continued to check her weapon, and Tucker started to nervously babble.

"So, you've got the Special Forces black armor, I see. Were you in the Special Forces at some point?" Tucker continued to say as Tex could care less. "Yeah, I used to have black armor too. It was black because I got this stuff all over it from the—" Before Tucker could continue, Tex ran off to the edge of the base. "Oh, okay, you gotta go? I'll see you later."

We just watched as Tex jumped off the base. Caboose ran up to Tucker's side. "I don't think he likes you," he whispered loudly, at least enough for me to here.

"Thanks," Tucker said, exasperated.

I ran to the edge of the base to see Tex there as two seemed to follow. "Uh, where are you going?"

Tex turned back to the base with a gun ready. "Red base. Kill everybody. Get the flag back." He then quickly ran off into the distance toward the red base.

The three of us just watched till Caboose spoke up. "Uh... Okay! We'll just stay here and guard the trans... porter..." his words started to drift off.

I turned to the Tucker and Caboose. "So… uh is wrong that scared for the red—"

"No," the two answered in unison, and that was enough for me. Red Team was screwed.

R.C.

I had finally fixed and upgraded the gun again and was sent back to the base to do some advancements on the other weapons, but I was distracted by Simmons and Grif… again.

"So, Sarge thought my strategy had merit but was poorly executed, probably because somebody didn't believe in it," Griff explained.

Simmons wasn't even buying it. "Bullshit. He told me he thought you were a retarded monkey, and he's gonna suspend your weapon privileges."

I raised my finger. "Oh, and if you do. I'm allowed to shoot you."

Grif turned me. "In the leg?"

"…I'm allowed to shoot you," I repeated.

Donut finally said something still holding the flag proudly. "Hey, since I captured the flag, d'you think they'll give me my own color armor now?"

Simmons turned to Donut. "What do you mean 'captured'? You thought you were buying it at the store, you idiot."

"Still, you think there's a shot?" Donut asked optimist.

"Maybe they'll give you Grif's armor since he destroyed the Warthog," Simmons said with almost complete seriousness.

"Hyeah, heh-wait... you don't... you don't think they'd do that, do you?" Griff asked nervously.

I shrugged. "Eh, the army has shot for less."

Grif looked at me. "Wait, is the army going to shot me or Sarge?"

I raised my eyebrow. "Is there a difference?"

Both Simmons and Grif look to me. "Yes."

Before I could say anything, Simmons went to the edge. Grif seemed to notice and followed. "Simmons, what's going on? What's over there?"

Simmons hummed as he looked around. "I thought I saw something for a second."

It was silent, like something was seriously happening. Grif finally broke the silence. "Hey rookie, tuck the flag somewhere safe until we can figure out what's goin' on," Grif said firmly.

Donut nodded. "Good idea. I was sick of carrying this thing anyway."

I quickly started to run into the base as Donut dumped the flag. "Screw it, I'm getting one of my guns."

"Wait," Simmons called. "You have a gun."

"No, my gun."

"Is there a difference?"

"Yes!"

Now, fun fact about me. I wouldn't call myself an inventor more of an experimenter. Like I said, I like fire; I won't say chaos. I'm not nuts… and doctors have confirmed. So, when I make things, and they work, it's just interesting… developments and damn luck. Look, I only have a photographic memory; I'm not exactly what you call a genius. Experimenting things gives me a hobby, as doctors requested… firmly, and when I fail, I get a treat that is legal, somewhat legal.

I quickly grabbed my gun I then started…

"Does it hurt?" It sounded like Simmons

"No…" That was Donut.

"Maybe we should try to take it off," Simmons suggested.

"Good idea," and that was Grif. "Go for it."

"Me? By "we" I meant "you." Asshole."

"Well," Donut finally cut in. "Well, somebody needs to get it off. Look, it might be dangerous.

"Dangerous?" I thought. I soon went up the stairs. "What the hell are you—" I then saw what suck on Donut's head. "Wait, that's—"

The grenade then exploded still attached to Donut's head. "SON OF BITCH!" We all yelled.

I quickly loaded my gun and ran further up the stairs. "Grif?! Simmons?! What the hell—" Before I knew, I was slammed in the back of my head and blacked out. My final thought: the explosion could have been bigger.

Cate

The Reds are getting their asses kicked and Caboose what the only one who really got watch … it sucked.

Caboose continued to watch through the sniper rifle scope. "Man," he exclaimed. "he is really kicking their asses."

"How come I never get the fucking sniper rifle?" Tucker asked, seeming to ignore Caboose's statement.

I just slowly turned to him. "Please don't make me repeat that we both lost at rock-papers-scissors… to Caboose."

Caboose lowered the sniper rifle. "I'm really glad Tex is on our team and not theirs."

"Sure, makes things a lot easier on us," Tucker said in agreement.

"It kinda helps he's scary as shit," I added.

Caboose finally turned to us. "Yeah. I think switching Tex for Church was a good trade."

Tucker nodded. " It definitely seems like your killing Church is starting to work out for us."

"Blue team, flag returned."

The three jumped at the voice. It was like an announcer made love to a wrestler.

"What the... who said that?" Tucker said as he looked around and Caboose and I did the same.

Then, low and behold, Church, Class 0 Specter, reappears. And he was coughing. For a ghost, he had pretty loud vocal cords.

"Sorry, that was me," Church finally said. "I uh, I guess I had something stuck in my throat. Your flag is back, by the way."

"Hey... it's Church," Caboose exclaimed.

Church looked to Caboose. "Yeah, it's me. Hey Caboose."

"Hey Church, what're you up to?" Caboose asked as if it was normal… typical for this place, at least.

However, Church wasn't in the mood… hell, he was never in the mood, but something a bit different, more suspicious. "Caboose, ah-huh-huh, I'm not really here to make small-talk, okay? How'd you guys manage to get your flag back?"

Oh… Well, there were 2 things. 1. I wasn't going to the black assassin from killing. 2. I honestly forgot. Hell, if I wasn't going to tell Church… I still don't want to piss off a ghost.

Tucker was trying his best to cover up, but I never thought his best was very good. "Wh, what? Oh, th—, that flag? We've always had that."

Church scoffed. "Tucker, who do you think you're trying to fool? Hey, wait for a second... Where's Tex?"

Well, this just gets better and better. I exchanged a look with Tucker. "I'm not really sure, he said he was gonna go to the store, something about uh, Elbow Grease."

Church then looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders, trying my best to be innocent. "and wiper juice?"

Church groaned in annoyance. "Oh, great. This is so typical! What was the one thing I told you guys the last time I appeared?"

"That Sidewinder is cold!?" Caboose answered as if he was in a classroom.

Church groaned again in frustration. "Nuhhhh, what was the other one thing I told you?"

Tucker sighed as if he was a kid that got his hand caught in a cookie jar and answered the question the same way. "Not to let him get involved?"

"Right. And what did you do?"

I sighed as I rubbed the back of my head. "We let him get involved."

"And not just a little involved, how involved?"

Caboose lowered his head like a sad puppy answer in the same way. "Very, very involved."

Well, it couldn't get worse… right?

R.C.

"Hey! Rookie!"

Ah, the guard calling me… wait, they don't call me Rookie in the pen.

"Rookie!"

I opened my eyes as I sat up and groaned. "Shit…" I muttered. "Who hit me?" I questioned aloud.

"How should I know? I just got moving."

I finally looked up to seeing Simmons near Donut, who someone how still had a head. "Simmons, what's goin' on, and how is God's name is Donut still in one piece?!"

"Again, I don't know! Now just help me with Donut."

I groaned as I made my way to Donut and felt his pulse. "Okay, by some fucking miracle, he's alive but barely." I then looked to Simmons. "Wait, how do you not how to do this? It was in that long video the show you before the dump you in this place."

"Well," Simmons started to stutter. "It was… intimidating."

"Intimidating? A nurse read there wasn't one gory picture. Hell, they were stick figures."

It was silent for a moment. "She was… intimidating."

I raised my eyebrow and went back to Donut. "Yeah, I didn't need to know that, and I really don't want to understand it."

Suddenly another person was groaning. Simmons and I looked to the side to see Griff finally walking up and getting up. "Ow, what the... My freakin' head," he moaned as rubbed the back of his head. "Jesus."

"Donut's hurt, Grif," Simmons mentioned. "He'll make it, but we need to get him some help fast."

"Yeah, and no help from you," I mentioned.

"I called you."

"Goodie, then go get your fucking trophy," I respond sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah, hold on one second," Griff groaned as he started to stand up fully. "What happened here? W- First Donut's head exploded, and then you fainted, and then some black thing showed up and started—"

"Hah!" I interjected to Simmons just to taunt him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait," Simmons argued. "I did not faint, something knocked me out."

"Okay, fine, keep lying to yourself. Whatever helps you sleep at night," Griff answered.

I just snickered as Simmons was probably looking annoyed. "Man, just go find Sarge, we need to get Donut outta here."

"Yeah, sure," Griff responded, uninterested as he made his way down to the ramp. oh, and uh, I'm fine, by the way, thanks for asking."

"Whatever, no one likes you anyway," Simmons responded.

"I wouldn't raise you so high on that list either," I said, still looking at Donut.

"Shut up."

Cate

After being chastised by Church, Caboose somehow got the sniper rifle again and was checking on what could possibly be happening. "Yep, he's definitely captured," Caboose announced, still looking through the rifle. "Or dead... Captured or dead." Caboose then paused as he was coming up with a better answer. "Or captured and dead!"

I turned back to Tucker and ghost Church, who was standing a bit further away. "Uh, yeah, how do you feel about having an afterlife roommate?"

Church just groaned in annoyance. "Oh, well, that's just perfect!" he yelled sarcastically.

I then looked at him funny. "Why the hell are you mad? We should be more pissed than you; We're down another member, and you get an enemy sent to hell."

"Yeah," Tucker said in agreement… the only thing that we have agreed on. "Why do you even care if he's captured, I thought you hated that guy anyway, for stealing your girlfriend?"

Church groaned in annoyance. "Look, I never said I hated Tex. I just said that she was the reason why we never got married."

I paused for a minute, just repeating the words he said in my head again, and Caboose apparently did the same.

"She?" we both questioned.

All I thought was… "Shit, it did get worse and more complicated... FUCKING PERFECT!"

R.C.

Simmons and I…, mostly me, were able to keep Donut stable enough to leave him alone and go to the prison hold to get Sarge to send in some medical evaluation for Donut. Sarge, Lopez, and Griff were in front of the prison bars, with the guy who kicked are assess still inside and lying unconscious on the ground.

"Sarge, we need to get Donut air-lifted outta here," Simmons said to Sarge.

Sarge slowly turned to Simmons, seemingly annoyed. "Could you put that in a memo and entitle it "Shit I already know! Just get the Rookie to do it."

I groaned, frustrated. "I. have. An Eidetic Memory! Not a medic! I'd be playing fuckin' Frankenstein! Interesting, but it's not my God damn job!"

Sarge just growled… I'm serious. "Just get on the horn with Command!"

Suddenly there was groaning, and all five us turned to the guy in the black armor was waking and slowly getting up. "Well, look who's up," Sarge taunted. "Rise 'n' shine, buttercup."

As the guy was up, sparks flying from the right shoulder, jerking it back and making crazy radio sounds. We all except Lopez groaned at the sound. I knew for a fact it was a voice filter acting up, but it soon clicks over and low and behold it did, but…

"Oh great... you broke my voice filter. You cock-biting fucktards!"

It was NOT a man's voice.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

"Ah-ha! I knew it!" Griff yelled as if he won a prize. "Only a chick could give me a headache this big!"

The girl in the black armor just looked at us, either unamused, confused, or both. "What's the matter, you never seen a girl before? How long have you guys been out here?"

None us answered, but to be honest, I didn't because I didn't know whether to be terrified or aroused?

P.S: So I am not dead, I graduated college and I plan to continue.. enjoy this and my many other stories... BYE-NEE!