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Musicat: Welllll, Goosefeather is evil with a side note.

Disclaimer: Death! Lots of death! Even plot armor is worthless!

Continued

Chapter 31: Purged

I repeat, the Dark Forest has penetrated the base

I ran as fast as I could to the supply closet. I took a pistol and headed off. On the way, I saw Fuzzypelt staggering to the armory, just as confused as I was.

"Get a weapon!" I yelled, pointing to the armory. I had no clue where the DF were. The instructions were pretty vague.

"Okay." He walked, bewildered. He was clearly spooked.

Next was Thrushpelt. I saw him with his heavy guns barreling down the hallway.

"Who is missing?" He asked, out of breath.

"Rosetail and the three adults."

Fuzzypelt spoke to me with hollow eyes, "Goosefeather is gone."

I just now noticed that Fuzzypelt was wearing his overcoat.

"I should have known this was going to happen. I had to call for backup." I muttered to myself as I equipped my specially designed weapons.

How did this happen? First Doestar, then Moonflower, then Stormtail, then Adderfang, then Stonepelt.

[What do I do?]

I consoled myself, "Calm down. You can save this. You're Sunstar."

I felt the burden. I'm not even that good at fighting. The only reason I'm leader is because I'm the best from the R&D team.

I put on my white cape, The symbol of Starclan itself.

"I can do this." I told myself.

Why did I even choose to do this job? I should have done a safer job. Like a Flight Attendant...

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I walked down the dark hallway. The way my coat glittered in the dark resembled the British troops in the French and Indian war. Oh, Starclan, we're being massacred.

I heard a creak.

"In the name of STARCLAN, reveal yourself!" I bluffed.

I heard nothing until I walked into the main room.

[Why did it have to be so big? It wouldn't be ideal for fighting! I should have gotten Tawnyspots to fix this...]

In the corner of my eye, I saw a black cape.

I paced around the mechanic room. I called out for STARCLAN, so they should be here soon. I sent for them too late though. It dawned on me that my plan would not work, as I forgot about all the ventilation port's necessities. That stupid cliché trick...

"Are you okay?" Tawnyspots calmly asked, drawing on a piece of paper as if his life depended on it.

I changed the access code again. The reinforced wall should hold up if STARCLAN gets back here.

I knew it from the creaking in the ventilation pipes. That's how I would get in anyways. We were sitting ducks in a hunting range.

Tawnyspots gave me the Blueprints for his work. "Take this and hide."

I took the papers and hid behind the rotating wall. This wall was the secret only known by the mechanics of berlin, and it would hide me from the traitor.

That's right. There would be no way that the Dark forest would know all this information. They may be advanced, but they're not omnipotent.

There was a mole in this base, and it could only be one person.

The only person with definite contact with the dark forest.

I talked through the comms to Mapleshade as I gave her the access code.

"Good luck."

There was a man in a black mask who walked out to the living room, preparing to fight me. I saw him and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the Dark Forest." He said, pulling up his cape. It seemed he was not used to it, so I guessed he was a red herring.

"Where is your leader?" I asked. I realized that I was alone in the entrance room.

"Good question."

"Get out of my way and you'll be spared."

"I'm sorry I can't do that."

"Then I'll have to contain you."

"We'll see."

I walked cautiously to the main room, Fuzzypelt and Thrushpelt on my heels. I could make out two figures fighting in the light. I soon realized that Sunstar and an unknown man was duking it out over the couch. It looked like Sunstar was just barely winning.

The man looked at us, and ran away into a hallway.

"It's two twenty seven!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he retreated.

[What is with that? It's like they're obsessed with clocks.]

Sunstar immediately gave chase to him, and we were left alone in the room. I ran to the mic booth to shout a rendezvous point for Rosetail.

I went to put in the password, but it was already open. There was one message in a notecard on the side, though.

"Sorry."

I hid behind the wall. I should have spent the time drinking milk tea into rethinking this plan. Now, I just have to hope for the best.

I wasted my time, and now, the Dark Forest will destroy us.

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I wondered who would stay alive.

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Sunstar would die, that's for sure. Tawnyspots as well. The rest of our group would probably die too. Only that traitor would remain.

I heard a gunshot on the other side of the wall. It was his accomplices. I realized that Tawnyspots was dead.

I chased the man down the hallway, the beer and weapons still remaining on the wall. My fear has pumped into rage, and it fueled me down the hall.

My eyes began to water as I ran past the once full rooms. They passed by, with their own memorial plaques on them. All the agents form the golden age of STARCLAN Berlin.

It occured to me that once I die, this place will shut down.

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That's why I'll never die.

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I'll carry the glory of the Berlin MI-6 forever.

"COME AT ME, PIECE OF FOXDUNG." I yelled through my tears.

I ran to the training room for the young kids. There, the man awaited me.

"You've made one mistake." His voice was different. It was almost girl-like.

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"Picking a fight with me when you're fatigued."

I realized that I had been played. The other man baited me to his leader.

I grinned, foolheartedly. I put up my fighting stance. The same one I used with the old MI-6 in our fight against the Nazis and Japan.

"You may take our place from the sun." I smiled, exhausted.

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"But We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills, and we will never surrender!"

I smiled complacently as a knife pierced my back.

I guarded the doorway with Bluefur and Thrushpelt. It was the latter's idea to guard the only way in and out of the base. That way we would prevent the Dark Forest from exiting the base. We could leave when we wanted, and prevent them from leaving at the same time. All we had to do now is hope someone finds us.

We all realized that we could not defeat them, but Rosetail was the only thing stopping us from ditching the base. I clutched onto Goosefeather's coat.

I heard footsteps in front of me. I could vaguely see the outline of the shape. I prayed that it would be the flippant inventor we all knew and loved.

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"Bluefur?" He called out.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP." Thurshpelt yelled. It was clear that all the pressure was cracking him.

He put his hands up.

"Now come slowly forwards." Thrushpelt ordered.

The first thing I saw was his trademark feature:

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The jaw.

We waited in silence. It dawned on us that we were most likely the only ones left. Fuzzypelt was visibly nervous. He kept muttering about Rosetail. Thrushpelt was staring around for any clue of the murderer, and Crookedjaw was crumpled on the wall, drained.

At last, I began to see a figure walking out from the hallway. There was blood dripping from her hands.

"Now, we will give you a choice." I yelled out, "Surrender or be killed."

She laughed, as if it was the funniest thing she had heard that day.

While I was contemplating, the bathroom/elevator dinged behind me. That was the least of my concerns, though. I prepared to fight the marauder that killed Berlin.

"Can you really stop me?" She raised an eyebrow.

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"We can."

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Goosefeather ran out from behind the woman and rammed into her.

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The woman was pushed right to us.

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I braced for impact.

But never felt it.

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The elevator dinged again.

Bathroom Elevators: The weirdest place to die.

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