Chapter 18 - Week Three; Day Three
Jack
As the sun Dawns on the new day I feel my leg. It hurts! I walk with my crutch and walk towards the swat truck when yet another explosion goes off. The Shockwave knocks me over and I just sit there. "How many Mines does this kid have?"
I thought about my encounter with him. I remembered seeing metal... "He had a sword!" as I struggled to sit myself up. I remembered seeing other metal. I shook my head as two swat members came out of their truck, noticing me they propped me up hauled me inside.
On the inside I feel a cool breeze waft over me. On the wall of the Stainless steel cab I notice a map. It is obviously a map of mines. I nod towards the new dots that were being marked in. "Anyone Hurt?" I asked, No one answered. Shaking my head I thought about the one casualty. A top tier swat had walked through the swept portion of the minefield without protection. He didn't have a leg anymore.
The General, as everyone called him. Turned towards me and announced, "This kid has a much defined pattern." His eyes turned towards me. "Unfortunately," Waving at the new marks on the map. "It appears he has several patterns staggered throughout each other." Another of the top tiered swats jumped in "It's almost as if he expected the assault."
I nodded. "He didn't expect this assault." I scanned the room for any acknowledgement. Slowly the general looked at me again "What in the Sam hill did he think would be attacking him? Monsters!" I nodded towards him. "We interrogated his friends and found that he came to believe that the people at his school were being maliciously transformed into brainless zombies." Smiles around the cab broke wide. The general shook his head and laughed. "Really! We are dealing with a tactical genius, who happens to be seventeen years old, Could Qualify for the F*cking seals and he Realizes what our damn school system is doing? Then runs off to be a f*cking savage?"
Richard
We were coming up to the Main area and had breached the last line of police when the explosion blew through and knocked us off our feet. Trip Cursed under his breath as he straightened back up "What the hell are they doing? Bombing him!" The rest of the group agreed. When we reached the last layer and found multiple Swat teams scouring the ground from behind large layers of glass as well as huge holes ripped in the ground we were surprised.
"I found where he is!" trip said suddenly the rest of the group quickly determined his location. "The low mound between the four trees." I said. "Definitely" the group agreed. We were a solid group we had been together since cub scouts! We fought our way through middle school and won our way through high school. We were the Football team, the wrestling team, and our own Young marines/JROTC Squad. We worked together played together. Practically lived together. Our moms usually prepared enormous meals in anticipation of our arrivals.
When Mike had become so addicted to Minecraft that he fell from the group we pulled him back. But the lure was too powerful. As we stared into the Mound we knew he would have more than mines set up. "Weapons," Trip said. "Hell He probably has guns!" said another. When we did things with science Mike was always our lead. We stayed in all the same classes and had a core group. We could all survive and thrive on our own, But together we frieking prospered.
Together as a unit we approached the swat Van. I got up and rapped harshly on the door as soon as I heard some loud yelling from inside cease. The door opened and Jack from the police station hobbled out on a crutch. Recognizing us he started to talk, Trip started before him. "What happened to your leg?" Jack shook his head. "I hit several of mikes mines in my car." Seeing the looks that were directed at the field Jack continued. "He then packed me up took me inside and splint my leg saving it as well as providing necessary first aid."
Heads started nodding from the group. "That's Mike alright!" I said. "Have you figured out where he is?" Trip demanded. A brusque man appeared in the door, Fire alight in his eyes. We don't know where the damn kid is!" "We do." I said. "And we can help with the mines" Said Trip. "Where the hell is he then?" The group as a whole pointed to the mound between the trees. Albert the Second top tactical mind came forward to explain.
"It is the position with the best fortification possibilities. If you found him a week from now he would have a tower erected using the trees. He most likely has a backup escape route as well as a secret weapon." The General's Mouth turned up into a snarl. "We Knew that" He barked an angry red vein threatening to burst on his forehead. Albert looked at him "We are his closest confidants! We know everything that goes on in his head." The general just snarled and stalked away screaming at his lackeys to formulate a plan for attack.
Slowly we settle down as Albert calls some of the visual parts of the group to lay out our tactical map. The situation unfolds as we dig through the facts with Jack. Quickly we gain support of The Police force and several of the swats.