Feedback: Now that you mention it, I'll tweak it for some parts of Pyroland to be seen through Pyro now, since some of the schizophrenia is still in her. Also, I'll have some of Scientist's inventions backfire from now on. You have a good day as well. :)
Chapter 12: A Close Getaway
It took several hours, but the mercs were able to get back to the airport in the very late evening. As soon as they were near the brush line that broke out into the airport, Spy stopped them.
Spy: I feel there's trouble up ahead.
Strategist: How do you know?
Spy: I've been in situations like this before from years of spy work, including the escape we pulled.
Everyone stopped at the brush line, looking out into the airport. Several soldiers walked around, guns at the ready and shining lights around the tarmac. Once again, they were outnumbered twelve to an army. Scientist pointed out that the man in the white suit was at the main building, waiting for them.
Decoy: They are...everywhere.
Demo: Aye, we're doomed!
Engineer: Dammit! Does anyone have a plan?
Engie looked at his teammates, who returned blank stares back to him. As they thought how to get out of this situation, Scientist looked around at the equipment of the tarmac, thinking of a plan to escape in one piece.
Scientist: Hmmm… I think I have a plan, but it's risky.
Strategist: Can I hear it?
Scientist: *Whispering plan* How about it?
Strategist: That is the most crazy and lowly plan I've ever heard of! Although... it could work.
Scientist: Great! Alright everyone, here's the plan.
The mercs went over the plan before going out to the tarmac. Luckily the night played to their favor… almost. As the got near their plane, a soldier had spotted them and alerted his allies.
A soldier: There they are! GET THEM!
Before they knew it, the were wrestled to the ground by soldiers and tied up. They were thrown in front of the plane's back door, were the white suited man stood.
Man: So, this is the group of idiots that have been in my way? I'll be honest, I expected more.
Demo: I'll 'ave ya know I *Burp* *Snore*
Man: My point still stands.
Strategist: You must be Mr. Ashack, correct?
Ashack: You are indeed correct, my dear.
Heavy: Little man will think twice before tying Heavy.
Ashack: Oh, I'm so sorry, my fat friend. Should I put a bullet in your head first?
Ashack pulled out a revolver from his suit jacket and put it up against Heavy's head. The russian isn't taken aback by this action.
Heavy: You are coward. You will not shoot Heavy.
Ashack: Oh yeah, try me!
The two proceeded to have a stare down, ready for what could happen. Engie looked on at the scene, growing worried.
Engineer: You fellas better hurry up.
Behind the main building, Sniper, Scientist, Spy and Pyro were getting ready to cause chaos out on the Spy and Sniper got ready, Scientist was busy making a special new weapon for Pyro.
Pyro: Mmph, mmmph upmu!
Scientist: Yeah, give me a second, Pyro. I have no notes to work off of. One more strap of duct tape and…. There!
Scientist presented Pyro her new weapon. It was a grey fuel tank strapped to her back, with an airplane refueling hose connecting to a series of pipes. The pipes had a blowtorch as the nozzle, with a nozzle that was attached to oil barrel on the underside.
Scientist: I call it the Fossilfueler! Fueled by airplane gas and oil, it coats the enemy in a layer of flammable liquid, that causes more damage by bullet, explosive or fire, but there's slightly less fuel, a little heavier than your old flamethrower, and no airblast.
Pyro looked at her new flamethrower, thinking about how shambolic it looked.
Pyro: Mphm Ymh Smph thmp wull womp?
Scientist: Absolutely! I'm 90% positive it will.
As he said this, a hose fell out of oil barrel, leaking fuel out of the ground.
Scientist: Um, make that 70%.
Pyro gave Scientist a worried glance, but he was her friend. She gave a thumbs up, a little excited to use the weapon.
Scientist: You two ready?
Sniper, who gave a thumbs up, was on the roof of the building, pointing his regular Sniper Rifle around the tarmac. Spy nodded, ready to cloak and get out to the tarmac and backstab some soldiers.
Scientist: Ready? Now!
Ashack: I must say, you are a brave man or perhaps a stupid one.
Heavy: Heavy is more brave than you.
Ashack and Heavy were still in a standoff as Ashack was getting ready to shoot Heavy. As Ashack was about to pull the trigger, a gunshot ran out of nowhere, killing the man next to Ashack with a bullet to the head. More men started to die from headshots and just falling dead on the ground, angrily confusing Ashack. Out near the building, Ashack faintly saw what appeared to be random lighting that was flashing towards the group. Looking closer, Ashack could see a doctor and a person in an asbestos-lined astronaut suit killing his men. Even more angered, Ashack pointed the gun back to Heavy.
Ashack: Oh, You're dying first fat-
Ashack turned back around at Heavy, the fury in his eyes vanishing. The mercs were standing in front of him, Spy pricking his knife and the others firing their weapons to hold off the soldiers. Heavy looked down at the man, picking him up and threw him across the tarmac, landing near the jungle. The soldiers keep coming towards the mercs as they fired to hold off their advancement. Some of the mercs dash off to collect the weapons and supplies, defending themselves as they drove the jeeps into the plane. Everyone ran into the plane, shooting any soldiers who came near them. Scientist yelled over the sound of guns and explosives.
Scientist: WHERE'S THE PILOT?
Soldier: MAGGOT RAN AWAY! HE'LL BE COURT MARSHALED FOR THIS!
Scientist: CRAP! DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO FLY A PLANE!?
Everyone looks around, nervous. They never learned how to fly a plane… except one.
Strategist: I KNOW...SORT OF!
Sniper: WHAT! HOW?!
Strategist: I TOOK SOME CLASSES BACK IN LONDON!
Scientist: GOOD ENOUGH! EVERYONE GRAB A SEAT AND HANG ON!
Strategist ran up to the cockpit and turned on the engine, maneuvering the plane to the longways of the tarmac. Scientist was helping everyone get off the plane's back door, when a hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him to the edge of the door platform. Looking down, Scientist saw Ashack dangling from his foot on the tarmac. Decoy and Heavy notice this and tried to get to Scientist into the plane, taking heavy fire trying.
Ashack: YOU TOOK MY TREASURE! WHERE IS IT!?
Scientist gives a smirk and pulled out the little blue storage cube from his coat, holding it out. Ashack saw it and began to feel more rage.
Scientist: IN HERE, WHITE COAT!
Ashack: HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! THE ONLY ONE WHO PUT ALL OF THE TREASURE IN THAT LITTLE CUBE IS…..
Ashack stopped and looked at Scientist, feeling even more angry than ever. He reached into his suit coat and pulled out another revolver.
Ashack: ATOMICK!
Scientist looks turned grim. "How did he know my name?" he thought. Shaking the the thought, he saw Heavy's hand reach for the cube. Scientist handed the cube to Heavy, then turned his attention to Ashack pointing his Laser Pistol at him.
Scientist: WHO ARE YOU?
Ashack: YOU KNOW WHO I AM! AT NEW YORK UNIVERSITY!
Scientist is then overwhelmed by a memory of an incident at his first job. He tried to fire the Laser pistol, but it started to spark and catch fire, causing Scientist to throw it away. Decoy saw the frozen doctor and dove for him, as the plane gained more speed for take off. She pulled out her shurikens and threw it at Ashack's hand, causing him to cringe in pain and let go. Decoy helped Scientist into the plane as it was taking off. Ashack was left standing on the tarmac, anger rising in his chest. He walked over to the broken Laser Pistol and picked it up, inspecting it as he thought.
Ashack: So the good doctor joined a group of idiots? Fine, I'll use you eventually. Like last time.
On the plane, Scientist was sitting in his seat, looking scared for what the future held for him, since he knew Ashack knew what had become of him.
Client: Thank you, my friends! You have done a great deed for me. You shall take a piece of the treasure as your payment, just not too much.
The mercs took an amount of treasure with them, while Scientist also took some artifacts to analyze as well, before leaving the meeting area. As the mercs were heading back to their separate bases, the client and Administrator had a little talk.
Client: The mercenaries said a Mr. Ashack was looking for the treasure too. I'm surprised that they escaped him. He is a very… temperamental man.
Administrator: Yes, they may be idiots, but they are very skilled idiots. Hopefully their next mission goes as well.
That's the end of the Jungle chapters. Hoped y'all liked the mercs journey through the jungle. I wonder how Ashack will come back? More will chapters on the way.