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Here it is.
Skipper woke up and couldn't move. He knew he was tied up. The colonel always tied him up. That's why he hated being tied up. But he couldn't even struggle. He could only move his head.That was new. The Colonel liked to watch him struggle. He felt the rope that was tightly tied around his entire body. He felt the tape around his beak. He felt tape around his flippers behind his back. He felt the rope around his feet. And based on how he couldn't see, there was also a blind fold around his head. He hated the Colonel. More so now than ever. He liked to make him feel helpless. And he was succeeding. He always did. Skipper knew he couldn't do anything. And he hated it more and more with each passing second.
Kowalski, Rico and Private were also tied up. Not as tight as Skipper was. And with ten times less rope. They weren't blind folded either. Nor were they knocked out like he was. Their mouths were also taped closed though. They were also confused. They didn't know that there were trucks this small.
They were all nervous. Not scared. They had seen worse. But they had no clue as to where they were going. Or why for that matter. They would be a lot less nervous if they knew where they were going.
Skipper growled. He was getting tired of feeling so useless.
Rico, Private, and Kowalski were all startled by how low the growl was. It perfectly showed how angry Skipper had to be. After all, he did hate being tied up. But they had never heard him growl quite like that. Or that long either. The growl lasted a while longer than his previous growls.
There were twelve mili men now. The colonel and his men. And the driver. Four of them were stationed at the four corners of the back of the truck. Where they sat tied up. Two were on top of the driver's quarters. The rest were inside.
"He's up!" one of the look outs shouted.
The Colonel walked out of the driver's quarters with two men. One on either side of him. He walked up to Skipper and ripped the blindfold off of his face, making his head jerk forward.
Skipper looked up at the Colonel and growled. The same as he did before with much more hatred.
"Ha ha ha!" He laughed. He grabbed Skipper beak.
Skipper winced at how tightly the Colonel grabbed it. It felt like his beak would snap in half. He moaned in pain. He had forgotten how strong George was.
George bent down while pulling Skippers head up. "You're mine boy." He hissed. "You're going to do what I say when I say it. Welcome back."
He threw Skipper head back, making it hit the side of the truck.
Skipper shook his head and growled.
George laughed again. "Give him the antidote. He can't break free." He ordered. Then he walked back into the drivers' quarters.
One of the men came and shoved a needle into Skippers shoulder.
Skipper winced. He wanted to hurt someone. The colonel specifically.
Then he pulled the needle out and walked back to his post.
Skipper could feel the nerves come back to life throughout his body. It hurt and felt good at the same time. He looked over at Rico, Kowalski, and Private. They didn't need to be here. He sighed and hung his head. They were here because of him. He was the one they wanted. They didn't have to be here.
Private cleared his throat. Trying to get Skipper's attention. He was on the opposite side of the truck. He was with Kowalski and Rico on one side and Skipper was on the other.
Skipper looked up at Private.
Private started to move his eyes around. Crossing them and making them dart around. It was called eye hopping. You used your eyes to communicate.
Skipper picked up on it right away. So did Kowalski and Rico.
Where are we going? –Private
Training camp. –Skipper
What? –Kowalski
Yeah I knew you wouldn't like it. It's not a very pleasant place trust me. –S.
But why? –Rico
Because they want me for something and decided to take you too. –S
Why do they need you? –K
I don't know why. –S
Who was that guy? –P
The Colonel. He doesn't like me. –S
No kidding. –K
Why? –P
We never got along. –S
Wait. You've been here before? –K
Yes. It's a hell hole. Well not really. There's a lot of work outs, not many breaks. But the training itself isn't all that hard. It's everything else. –S
Like what.?-P
Like the stretches. He makes you do a lot of warm ups. A lot of warm ups. –S
How many? –K
300 sit ups usually. 500 push ups, Stair climbing, Pole climbing, hoop jumping, balancing, chin ups. That's one of the reasons we don't get along. He wears everyone out before the training even starts. I get the need to warm up. But he severely over does it. –S
Not good. –R
Hold on a minute. –S
Okay. –P, K
Yup. –R
Skipper started to pull at the ropes and tape behind his back. He pulled his arms away from each other with as much strength as he could muster. But the ropes didn't even budge. He remembered what George had said. 'He can't break free'. But he could. The Colonel didn't know him. Skipper could break free. He just had to try a few more times.
And he did. Exerting himself to break free. He was about to give up when he felt a piece of the rope snap apart. He was making progress. He pulled again. And again. Then finally, the rope snapped completely. His arms flew out from behind his back. He immediately untied his legs and ripped the tape off his beak.
He looked around. There were six guns pointed at him. He wasn't a fan of guns. They looked like mini machine guns. He sighed. "Put the guns away before a break them in half." He warned.
They lowered their weapons.
That was good. He didn't feel like getting shot today. Among everything else he had to deal with. He retired. There was a reason for it too. He didn't like this place. He never did.
"Prisoner escape!" On of them screamed.
"When did I become a prisoner?" Skipper asked, "You want my help remember? That's why I'm here genius." He said. He wasn't a prisoner. He knew that. They knew that. Everyone knew that.
George barged out of the Driver's quarters. His eyes widened in both anger and shock when he saw the Major freed and standing in the middle of the truck. He wasn't supposed to be free. He was supposed to stay tied up. The Major was supposed to obey. But he knew the major wouldn't do so. That just added to his anger.
Skipper saw the Colonel barge through the door. He almost laughed when the Colonels eyes grew two times its normal size. He didn't expect that.
"You-" The Colonel growled.
"Yes me." Skipper shot back. "I though it would be nice if a thanked you in person for giving me such a rude awakening. It was so very nice of you." He said sarcastically.
The Colonel growled in return.
"Oh and one more thing." Skipper said more seriously. "I'm not staying. I retired remember? I'm done. When this vehicle stops, we're leaving. I've been here once. I don't need to go back."
George relaxed his position. He stopped growling. "You think you can just leave?" He laughed. "No, no, no. when we get within ten miles of the main head quarters, we will get a whole other squad to help us contain you. You may be stronger than when we saw last. And you may be smarter too. But there is no way you'll be leaving when you arrive at the head quarters. You're not going back to that silly run down zoo of yours. Like I said before. Welcome back Major." The Colonel knew there was no turning back for the Major. He knew that his fun had just returned. He hated when the Major left with the Brigade Generals. They left. But he was demoted. He was a Lieutenant General before they left. They had gotten into a fight before they left. It was him against the two Brigade Generals and the Major. After the General stopped the fight, they left. But he had to suffer the consequence. He was demoted three times. And now he had the major. The brigade generals were dead. That's where they belonged. In the ground. Free roamers always ended up in the ground before their time. But the Major. He was surviving. Thriving off of what he does. He's a forgotten hero. The Major was. The major just helped people. Then he was gone. He left no time to be remembered. The fool.
"I'm going back. It doesn't matter if I get stopped a hundred times, I'm not staying here!" Skipper shouted. He didn't like the training. He didn't like being tired and sore all the time. He liked his training. The kind Manfredi and Johnson taught him. How he trained the guys.
"Oh but you are Major." Colonel George taunted. He loved when the Major got upset. It had a certain pleasure to it. George thought it did anyway.
"No I'm not. You can't stop me. You can't do anything. That's why you didn't attack me. That's why you used the dart. That's why you tied me up. Because you can't control me anymore." Skipper stated.
"You don't know how wrong you are Skipper. I'm giving you a chance. If you calm down, I'll leave you alone until the extra squad comes. If you don't'. Well then I'm gonna have to make you." The Colonel warned. Skipper was walking on thin ice. Very thin ice. He guessed that the Brigade Generals didn't tell him. He trained the Brigade Generals. And he wasn't finished when they left. Just like they weren't done training the Major when they died. And if the major challenged him. Then he would be in for an unpleasant surprise.
"You can't make me calm down." Skipper replied. The Colonel hadn't show him any proof that he was stronger. He used his men to take Skipper down. He used a dart to finish him off. He tied Skipper up, and paralyzed him. But now he could do nothing. Now he would have to use bluffs to calm Skipper down. And they weren't working. Skipper knew what the Colonel was thinking. But Skipper wasn't just about to give up. He was going home. Period.
"Are you challenging me Major?" The Colonel asked. He wasn't in the mood to show Skipper how wrong he was. But if he had to he would.
"There's nothing there to challenge." Skipper retorted.
"I'm going to take that as a yes then. So it is official you have challenged me right?"
"Yes."
"Then I do think it is only right that I give you a hint to what you just put yourself against." He paused fro a moment. "Who do you think trained Manfredi and Johnson boy? They didn't learn their skills on their own."
Skipper realized what he just did. He had just put himself up against his trainer's trainer. He had just made a very big mistake. He stepped back, further away from the Colonel. Not too far. He only took about five steps. He stared at the Colonel, wide eyed. Expecting the worse.
The colonel laughed. "I gave you a choice Major. I thought you were smarter than that. Well. Time to pay for your choice." The colonel jumped at Skipper.
Skipper was able to jump out of the way. But the Colonel recovered faster than anyone he had ever seen and lunged at Skipper again. He succeeded this time.
Skipper was only able to hold him off for a short time. He didn't attack. He was on full defense. He blocked most hits to his head, missing most of the hits to his stomach and legs. He couldn't keep up. The Colonel was fast. Faster than Skipper had anticipated. Faster than Johnson. And Johnson was fast. Skipper took a block to his neck that stopped him completely. He couldn't breathe.
The Colonel took the opportunity and Pinned Skipper to the ground. He had flipped the boy in such a way that he was laying on one of his flippers. The Colonel had one hand on his other one, twisting it behind the Majors' back. And his other arm on the Majors head, pinning it to the ground.
The major struggled but couldn't break free. An evil smile stretched its way across the Colonels face.
Nothing like this has ever happened before. He knew that he couldn't break free now. There was no way he was going back to the zoo. But he could get back. If he did what the Colonel wanted and he wasn't sure he would be able to do that. He never knew that the Colonel had trained Manfredi and Johnson. Why didn't they tell him? It was an important piece of information.
The Colonel bent down and looked Skipper in the eye. "Now listen up kid." He hissed. "I'm not going to put up with your attitude or smart mouth like I did last time. It's not going to happen, understood?"
Skipper didn't reply. What was he supposed to say? Yes? He didn't think he could. He would end up saying 'Yes you screwed up slug'. And he had a feeling that that wasn't the right thing to say.
The Colonel twisted the Majors arm more and pushed it farther up his back. Causing the Major more pain.
Skipper grunted in pain.
"I said understood." The colonel growled.
"Yes." Skipper replied, still in pain from his arm. He felt a sharp pain bouncing in his arm.
The Colonel twisted Skippers arm more.
Skipper screamed in pain. Why didn't the Colonel just break his arm? It would be easier.
"I said understood!" the colonel shouted.
"Yes, Colonel." Skipper shouted back.
"No!" The Colonel growled twisting Skipper's arm even more. He wasn't playing games. Now it was time to get serious.
Skipper screamed again. "Yes, sir." He said with a pained voice. His arm felt like it would fall off. And he wanted it to. His arm had more pain shooting through it than it ever had before. Even when it was broken.
"Good." The Colonel said. But he didn't loosen the Majors arm. "Now. You are going to listen to me correct?"
"Yes colonel." Skipper grunted.
The Colonel sighed, pushing Skippers arm further up his back.
Skipper didn't understand why the Colonel had to do that. But he screamed as the pain in his arm doubled.
"Is that correct Major." The Colonel repeated.
"Yes, sir." Skipper said, unable to hide the pain from leaking into his voice. Unable to speak up right away either.
"What?
"Yes, sir." He said louder.
"Getting better." The colonel said.
Skipper couldn't growl. He wanted to. Oh how badly he wanted to. But he didn't need anymore pain in his arm. It was already about to break.
"And you will obey every word I say. Correct?" The Colonel continued. He was enjoying this. Knowing how much the Major hated the situation but could do little to stop it.
"Yes col- sir" Skipper corrected himself. He was lucky he did too. His arm was about to snap. He could feel it. He could painfully feel it.
"What did you say?"
"Yes, sir." Skipper shouted.
"Good. Now, you are going to stay here, without struggling, without any ideas of going home. And. You are going to be a good soldier. Am I understood." The Colonel finished. That was everything there was. The Major had this last thing to agree to. Then he would be released.
But he didn't reply.
"I SAID AM I UNDERSTOOD!" The colonel shouted, angered.
"Yes sir!" Skipper shouted back. Not as loud though.
"See that wasn't very hard now was it Major? No" He let go of the Majors arm. "Next time do it the right way first." He hissed. He lifted his arm from the Majors head and walked back into the Driver's quarters.
Skipper sat himself up and rubbed his shoulder. Now he was slightly more pissed off than before. He sighed. Why did they need him? Why did they have to get him in the middle of the night?
He looked up. It was still the middle of the night. They were in a forest or wood area. There were trees all along the path that they were driving down. He liked the stars. But the view was ruined by where he was. And where he was going.
The Colonel opened the Door to the Drivers quarters. "One more thing boy. Don't free your friends. They can wait." Then he closed the door.
"Yeah right." Skipper said to himself. Now he was severely wishing to go back to the zoo. But that would be no fun. They were going to the hell hole. Skipper sighed. That was great. Just great. He couldn't ay he missed doing 500 push ups. It just wasn't something he enjoyed.
He walked over to Kowalski Rico and Private. And ripped the tape off their beaks.
"He said not to free them." One of the men said.
Skipper turned around. And glared at the two closest ones.
"He said to leave them until we arrived at the main quarters." It was the same guy. And Skipper had found him.
He was standing in the far right corner the furthest one away from him. And the one with half a brain.
Skipper walked up to him. "I. Don't. Care." He growled.
The man put his arms up in a surrendering position. He was still holding his gun.
Skipper looked at the gun. It was black, and definitely a machine gun. He grabbed it.
"Hey." The guys said. The five others pointed their guns at him.
Skipper started walking back to his friends. "If you don't change the target of those blasted guns, I'm gonna make them blow up in your face." He threatened. He wasn't in the mood to deal with guns.
They all pulled their guns away from him, pointing them towards the sky.
Skipper aimed the gun and shot the Kowalski, Rico, and Private's rope. He freed them without giving them a single scratch. Then threw the gun over board.
"My gun!" the guy shouted. He ran to the side and looked over. "My gun." He wined.
"They'll have more for you." Skipper said. He wasn't humiliated actually. He was mostly shocked, pissed, and sore. And it showed.
Kowalski sighed. This wasn't going to be fun.
"Welcome to hell boys." Skipper said, sitting down.
"Lovely." Kowalski replied. He wasn't happy. He wasn't nervous anymore either. He knew where he was going now. He wanted to go home.
They all sat down. None of them were happy. But they weren't depressed either. They were just tired, and didn't want to go where they were going. They were annoyed. And they still had a good long ride ahead of them before they reached the main quarters.