This chapter is super cringy, But I'm too lazy to redo it.
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Ivystorm: You know, I had to put some action in here, so I just looked around for something I could make interesting while being semi-relevant. (This is the pain of sticking to your schedule) But fortunately, Britain was doing something stupid at the time, So it all worked out! (*Cue the Seinfeld theme*)
Musicat: I know right! I was looking for some Cat related insults, but came upon this instead. I knew I had to put that in somewhere.
Disclaimer: At this point it doesn't really matter. But hey, It gets a bit dark.
November 5th, 1956 Port Said
Chapter 22: Uprising
Fuzzypelt: Radio 1
Thrushpelt: Radio 2
Rosetail: Radio 3
Bluefur: Radio 4
Thrushpelt's POV:
"Feather here! Ready to Rumble!" -Radio 1
"That was the most cliche battle cry ever." -Radio 3
"Hah! You try better." -Radio 1
"Ignoring your submission, I would say, 'Let's kick those kittypets!' "-Radio 3
"And you complain about me being anti-PC." -Radio 1
"Enough banter, kids. Get into position." -Radio 6
"What is Radio 5, Jumper?" - Radio 4
"Radio 5 was for Moonflower. Enough chit chat, get into positions." -Radio 6
I muted my walkie-talkie and looked up. I saw Fuzzypelt hiding next to a rock, and Bluefur's golden hair shimmering behind a tree. Goosefeather was nowhere to be found and Rosetail was in the mission base back in Cairo.
I waited for the Egyptian alarms to go off. The paratroopers should be arriving soon. The alarms should sound any second..
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Or not. Are the Eg-
"Weeeeyo! Weeeeeyo! Wheeeeyo!" The alarm rang into my ears. The already deafening sound was accompanied by a barrage of Arab shouts. To make it a more chaotic symphony, the MI-6 agents that gathered all around the world popped out of their hiding places and began firing into the disarray.
I rushed forwards with my deployable machine gun, and blindly fired as I ducked behind a crate of goods of some sort. I saw an enormous explosion in the distance color the sky vibrant red-orange for a moment, as if it was fireworks.
(- - ) ; [Looks like the French really like to paint]
"Apple! Fire to your left a bit!" -Radio 1
"Got it, Feather." -Radio 2
I sprayed my gun a bit left, and a massive explosion that rivaled the French's a few moment ago. Massive amounts of cheer exploded as loud as explosion.
"Ayy! Good job!" -Radio 1
"Yeah. Nice." -Radio 4
"Thanks." -Radio 2
"Hey, Snow, You've been oddly quiet. -Radio 4
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"Snow?" -Radio 1
Rosetail's POV:
My eyes began to precept light as I waked up.
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What happened?
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The gunfire, and the radio jamming, and…
"So you're awake now." A young boy looked at me. "I'll get the superiors."
My head spined as I tried to make sense of where I was. I was attacked at mission control, meaning that I-
"Hello there, child." A man in a dark skin tone greeted me. "We got tipped off about your little invasion. We would like to know more of your operatives in Egypt."
Oh. I'm being interrogated.
I should have expected that...
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"Why are you here, young child?"
I thought back to training.
"In interrogation, the opposing side always wants you alive. If you are dead, than they can't get their information." Goosefeather motioned. "If you are being beat up, tell them fake info. We would probably be there to save you by then. If we are not there, you are good as dead."
The probability of me getting rescued are slim. There were 3 grown men with guns, and a boy that seemed pretty dangerous. Even If I managed to get out, I would have to fight against countless more men before I got to the exit, as this is where high class prisoners are probably located.
[Fox-Dung]
I knew I should have made that farewell speech. I'll write that if I survive this.
"Listen. I will show a picture of thought to be spies, and you shake your head if they belong to the British Government." He looked me in the eye. I could see a scar across his eye.
He flipped through a couple of people. I didn't recognize any of them. I then saw a picture of Fuzzypelt.
I denied immediately, but the expression on my face made it clear as day.
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"Listen, young lady. If you tell lies, you will be punished." The man glared.
"Yes sir." I looked at him, nervous.
"Now, I will ask you about the future plans of the so called, Operation Musketeer. Are they planning to take the Canal?"
This one was plain obvious. Anybody in their right mind would know the importance of the Suez.
"Are you really that dumb?" I counter asked.
"You are trying my patience." He fumed. "Perhaps we could convince you that stalling will not do you well."
"What are you going to do? Hang me?" I taunted.
"Bring a bat with the other traitors." The man sighed.
I laughed at them, "Hah, That's all you've got?"
He looked at me, "Bring the kittens."
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∪ヽ( - ╬ ◣ Д◢-)ノ彡 {YOU KITTYPET DUNG-EATING FOXHEARTS. YOU BETTER NOT OR ELSE I WI-}
"You shall do no such thing."
Fuzzypelt's POV:
"If Rosetail was lost, where would she go." I thought.
Maybe the British embassy. That's closed though.
To the frontlines? She'll get caught. Rosetail isn't that stupid.
"Maybe she would go to the German embassy." Thrushpelt noted.
"What?" I asked.
"You asked where would Rosetail go, and then listed out places she couldn't." Thrushpelt told me.
"She could also go to the Canadian embassy. She's semi-Canadian." Bluefur said.
"Was I thinking out loud?" I asked.
They both said yes.
Well Fox-dung
"I honestly thought you and Rosetail would make a good pair." Thrushpelt consoled me.
"What do you mean by thought?! And No, I am not in love with her!" I lied.
"Denial is the first step." Bluefur told me.
"You seem so defensive." Thrushpelt noted.
"I hate you both." I muttered.
Rosetail's POV:
That wasn't me.
I looked around, and saw the boy have a pistol out.
"Put that down." The man commanded.
"Not until you retract your order." The boy countered.
"Really? It's just a cat."
"Not the kittens."
"Stand down.
"No."
"Why?"
"Just no."
The man groaned, "Seriously! It's just a cat! Why are you pointing a gun at me?"
"It's not a cat. It's a symbol of our egypti-"
"Just send him out."
"No. I will not go."
"Leave!"
"No."
"Oh my STARCLAN! IT's JUST A CA-"
The boy stabbed the man and used him as cover. The other men pointed their guns at him.
"If you put your guns down, You won't die." The boy ordered. Only one of the escort dropped his weapon.
It appeared that the other two would fight.
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(⌐■_■)–︻╦╤─ \("˚_˚)/
╾━╤デ╦︻o(▼▼ｷ)
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"Very well." The boy pushed his bleeding hostage ahead and fired his weapon. It hit the first man in the head.
The other man dropped his weapon.
[Just who is he?]
That's a good question, Rosetail! Who could this man be? Find out next time on Dragonball C (opyrighted)
I promise you'll know by next week
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I think...
WElp. Happy Thanksgiving!