RvB-Pain of Silence Chapter 4
Sorry for the wait. I've been very busy with Bananadile. Here's chapter four of Pain of Silence. I think its coming to a close, probably ending next chapter. A sequel is pending, but it depends on the feedback I get.
"The hell?! So you're saying that we have the Blue's dead idiot among our ranks?!" Sarge screamed at Donut. Donut was laying in his barrack and he had just come to about a minute ago.
"That's the way it looks." Donut had his arms folded behind his head. Sarge was confused at Donut's sudden masculine behavior. He had realized the dangers of war, and about a day ago Donut had asked him if he had seen any red paint lying around. He probably had wanted to change his armor color, and he had, giving the dark fuchsia armor he was wearing now.
"…" Sarge stood there in thought. "I've got it! We'll use Caboose as a decoy to lure the Blues over to our base! Then we'll ambush 'em! Hahahahahahah! They'll never see it comin'!" Sarge ran out of the barracks to inform his team of the glorious plan.
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The Blue base was getting slower and slower. Church hadn't even heard footsteps down the hall once, and it was late afternoon. Church, himself, never exited his room either, not even to eat. That's when the phone call came. Church lazily picked up the phone, not showing any sign of his surprise.
"Hello?" His said. The way he said it was mumbled and dragged out. The person on the other side began speaking. The voice told him it was the leader of the Red Team. Sam? Scarf? No…Sarge! Church's eyes widened.
"We'll be right over!" Church slammed the phone into the receiver, threw his armor on and bolted out the door. He hollered through the halls as he ran. "GET YOUR ARMOR ON!! WE GOTTA GO PRONTO!!" Behind him, Sister, Tucker, and Tex, opened their doors surprised at their leader's sudden change in attitude. Church turned around. They all just stared at him.
"WELL?" They all bolted into their rooms, and reemerged a few seconds later with their armor on. "Well? What's the ruckus about?"
"I'll tell you on the way." Church put his helmet on, and, giving they didn't have their tank anymore, nor any other vehicle, they had to walk; plenty of time to tell the team, in excruciating detail, what was up.
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"WHAT?! Caboose?!" Tucker screamed. He dashed forward, covering about a hundred feet in two seconds. "LET'S GO!!" He disappeared over the distant hill. Church stared incredulously at the spot where Tucker had disappeared. I never thought I would here his name again…Church and the rest of the Blue's sped up their pace so they wouldn't get too far behind the over exited kid. They came up to the peak of the hill, and Tex laughed at what they came across: The hill had a sheer drop on the other side, and Tucker was hanging by a root. Granted, there was no foliage within a ten mile radius, so there was no reason why there should be a root there.
"Uh…Hi." Tucker looked up. His helmet had fallen off, showing his tan skin and black hair. He smiled sheepishly.
"Hi Tucker. What are you doing?" Tex asked sarcastically.
"Oh you know…Just hanging out…" He looked up to Church.
"That's a REALLY old one, Tuck." Church glanced around looking for a way over the hill.
"Umm…Not to be rude or anything but uh...CAN YOU GET ME THE HELL OFF THIS ROOT?!"
"Oh...Huh? What? Oh! Yeah!" Church, Tex, and Sister made a chain to help Tucker up. Church leaned over and, with Tex holding his legs, and Sister holding hers, Tucker clasped onto Church's forearm armor and Church clasped onto Tucker's.
"Alright you two, I got Mr. Impatient. Pull us up." Sister and Tex pulled them up in a surprisingly quick amount of time. As soon as Tucker came onto stable ground again, Tex abandoned the and went over to an arch formed by the wind and called the others over. A few minutes later, they were halfway to the Red Base. The rest of the way, as expected, Tucker got into more and more trouble. Church never realized he was so eager to see Caboose…
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"Okay men! The Blues are in our sights! We must get ready to strike the moment they arrive." Sarge paced in front of Simmons, Grif, and Donut. Donut looked up. He had been in the back of the room, seeming almost invisible. Ever since the death of Caboose, he had been laying low. It was no act. He had completely transformed. The goofy, pink-loving soldier (if you could've called him that at that point) had turned into a scarred and deathly serious man-of-war. He hadn't cracked a joke since the funeral; he hadn't even spoken since the five word sentence to Sarge this morning. It was now late evening. Donut was staring at Sarge ranting some of his usual pep talks. Donut, disregarding everything he was saying, said, "Why don't we just give them MJC, and leave them alone. They've been through enough, losing him. Hearing that he's alive…Well, it must've been like…I don't know…Just a complete return in hope, and a reason to live. And getting shot at for that feeling…It just shatters a person's soul. So, in saying that, I'm not taking part in any of this." He stood up, and walked down the hall. A distant sound of a door shutting sent Sarge in a rage.
"SIMMONS!! KILL DONUT! HE'S AS BAD AS A BLUE!"
Simmons disappeared down the hall and a several gunshots sounded.