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<blockquote data-quote="mrman226" data-source="post: 219069" data-attributes="member: 656"><p>Chapter 20</p><p> Okay, if I have to say anything, it’s this. Max’s sleeping pills work like a charm! We were able to shove them all into Chinook 4, and then I was off in Chinook number 1. Where did we get all those Chinooks? No clue! The lazulai just kind of…had them. And also Chinook 1 was not the stealth modded one, which was Chinook number 42. Well, back to the story. I got into one of the passenger seats (The turret was already taken) and smiled. My faithful squad were all there, having all been rested and healed. Everybody was impatient to take off, so we flew away as fast as possible. </p><p>___________________________________________________________________</p><p> About ten minutes later, the gunman saw no threat in the vicinity, so he disarmed the turret and turned his seat to us. Like a parakeet to a disturbing noise, we all swung our heads and focused on him. The motion startled him, and we immediately apologized. The gunman finally introduced himself as Ben, and it turned out he was from our clan.</p><p>“So Ben, when did you join?”</p><p>“A little later than everybody else. I was one of the guys who were reluctant about fighting.”</p><p>“I see. So uh, what convinced you to join?”</p><p>Ben was about to respond, when the pilot suddenly yelled. Confused, Ben looked outside. I yelled at him, </p><p> “What’s going on?”</p><p> A tremor ran through his body, and then I got up and looked.</p><p> “Oh crap…” </p><p>The entire base was being attacked, and we could hear gunfire and explosions. Someone was assaulting our base. I walked into the pilot room and looked at him. All the pilots were radioing in on our Chinook, and I listened to the reports.</p><p>“This is Chinook 5 to Chinook 1. Do you have a visual on the landing zone? Can we land?”</p><p>The pilot reached for the mike to respond.</p><p> “Negative Chinook 5. Its too dangerous to land!”</p><p> “This is Chinook 4. What’s going on? Those owls finally woke up, and they’re creating a huge ruckus; I can’t hear outside!”</p><p>“This is Chinook 2 to Chinook 4. Chinook 1 has visual of the base, and reports that it is currently under fire.”</p><p>Finally, the pilot of our Chinook took the initiative.</p><p> “This is Chinook 1 to all Chinooks. Tell your men to equip parachutes and open the doors. They should drop in on the base. As for Chinook 4, let those baby owls wreak some havoc on our attackers!”</p><p> “Copy that!” </p><p>I walked out and told the squirrels our game plan. All of them grim, they equipped their parachutes and loaded their guns. We heard the pilot’s voice over the intercom, and the bay door opened. One by one, the squirrels jumped out and yanked the parachute strings, creating a small dark void. I jumped last, and then pulled out some binoculars. On my Bluetooth, I called my team.</p><p> “Okay, see that hole in the silo? Try to land next to it. I’ll give you further orders from there.”</p><p>___________________________________________________________________</p><p>I landed first out of the squad, and then we rappelled down quickly. When we reached the floor, squirrels everywhere were fighting. We yanked out our weapons and started to help out our side, but it was looking pretty hopeless. Nov reached my side and yelled. </p><p>“The infirmary! There’s the back door we created, it’s probably the only way to get these guys out of here!” I nodded and started to contact all the troops. Pretty soon we were doing a full retreat out of the silo and into the cold snowy terrain. The other squads had landed, and the baby owls were causing havoc, just like they were told. I grinned and started to fight back. Things were starting to look up! The soldiers cheered at the sight of the owls, and started fighting again, their courage renewed. Suddenly, something landed on the ground a couple yards in front of me. And then it exploded.</p><p></p><p>Chapter 21</p><p> ZZZZZZZzZZZZZZZzZZZZZZZzZZZZZZZz…………</p><p>WE… SNAW………… WE… SNAW………… WE… SNAW…………</p><p>“Where am I?” I murmured. Oh right! In the apartment! Yes, that’s right, I managed to stay in an apartment for the whole night! That guy Mark apparently left off to a mental home, because he said squirrels were “talking” to him, even though it was completely true. Tam said that after his squad got home, we would break him out. Seeing as I had nothing to do at the moment, I decided to go give at least a try at getting him out. I followed the address on my wing to the Shady Oaks Home For The Mentally Ill. It seemed like quite a long name to remember for something that makes people forget their problems. Mark said he was in Row S, Booth 7, Room 42 A. We knew this from a desperate paper airplane communication attempt that he threw out the window of his first-floor balcony. What did I think of this frantic communication? MAJOR FAIL. I flew over to the ledge where he was, and saw the squirrels there. Well, I guess that they had gotten home and back already. They sliced through the window and made a medium sized hole. Then they knocked out the nurse who was “tending” to mark. I squeezed in through the hole (It was freaking tiny) and shot out, barely missing the wall. Mark grinned and stroked Tam on the head (he never strokes me on the head, that jerk.) Tam gave the breakout plan very soon afterward, none of which I could understand, mainly because he used the big words he knew from all his book learning. At the end, when he asked, “Does everyone understand?” I of course said, “No”, and he got really mad at me, threw one of Mark’s pencils, pinned it against the wall, and then chewed through it in anger. Calmed down, he said just to “follow me” and he ran out the door, twenty other squirrels, Mark, and I trailing him. Tam made sure to lock the door before he closed it, so it “would be a long time” before they noticed he was missing. Mark said to Tam when they were in the hallway, </p><p>“Tam, do you mind helping break out some of my friends that I made here?” Tam replied a quick </p><p> “No”, and kept running down the hall towards the exit. Right before the door that led into the lobby, he gave us another plan. </p><p> “The squirrel squad will run under the secretary’s desk and distract her from her door duties, Mark will crawl on the floor to the door, and Banrow will fly up and trigger the door sensor when Mark is in the perfect position to run. This is key, because the door dings when it opens, alerting the secretary” At least this time I knew what I was supposed to do , and as a bonus, it was pretty easy. Just wait, fly, and open the door; it couldn’t be any simpler. We opened the door to the lobby slowly, so it wouldn’t creak or screech, and the squirrel squad, including Tam, shot into the secretary area, crawled under her swivel chair and started spinning it around while Mark crept towards the door. I rode on Mark’s back while he was crawling, and tried not to dig in my claws too much. Mark had to pinch me when we got to the part when I had to open the door, mainly because I was busy being entertained from what the squirrels were doing to that poor, poor secretary. Mark got on his knees as I flew up to the sensor and opened the door, making the *ding*. The squirrels left the secretary spinning as they ran to the door. Then, disaster struck. The secretary fell out of the spinning chair, and landed on the squad, taking out less than half of them, but still a lot. Mark and I were already out the door when what was left of the squad had pulled the fallen employee off of them. They scurried towards the door, but it closed before they got there. Seeing as this was a minor setback, it told Mark to run, while I flew up to the sensor and opened the door for them. As I was flying up, I saw something noticeably different about the sensor; it was clawed to shreds. Now nineteen of our best fighters were trapped inside a mental home, and the co-leader of our entire army. The only thing I could think was “This is bad.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mrman226, post: 219069, member: 656"] Chapter 20 Okay, if I have to say anything, it’s this. Max’s sleeping pills work like a charm! We were able to shove them all into Chinook 4, and then I was off in Chinook number 1. Where did we get all those Chinooks? No clue! The lazulai just kind of…had them. And also Chinook 1 was not the stealth modded one, which was Chinook number 42. Well, back to the story. I got into one of the passenger seats (The turret was already taken) and smiled. My faithful squad were all there, having all been rested and healed. Everybody was impatient to take off, so we flew away as fast as possible. ___________________________________________________________________ About ten minutes later, the gunman saw no threat in the vicinity, so he disarmed the turret and turned his seat to us. Like a parakeet to a disturbing noise, we all swung our heads and focused on him. The motion startled him, and we immediately apologized. The gunman finally introduced himself as Ben, and it turned out he was from our clan. “So Ben, when did you join?” “A little later than everybody else. I was one of the guys who were reluctant about fighting.” “I see. So uh, what convinced you to join?” Ben was about to respond, when the pilot suddenly yelled. Confused, Ben looked outside. I yelled at him, “What’s going on?” A tremor ran through his body, and then I got up and looked. “Oh crap…” The entire base was being attacked, and we could hear gunfire and explosions. Someone was assaulting our base. I walked into the pilot room and looked at him. All the pilots were radioing in on our Chinook, and I listened to the reports. “This is Chinook 5 to Chinook 1. Do you have a visual on the landing zone? Can we land?” The pilot reached for the mike to respond. “Negative Chinook 5. Its too dangerous to land!” “This is Chinook 4. What’s going on? Those owls finally woke up, and they’re creating a huge ruckus; I can’t hear outside!” “This is Chinook 2 to Chinook 4. Chinook 1 has visual of the base, and reports that it is currently under fire.” Finally, the pilot of our Chinook took the initiative. “This is Chinook 1 to all Chinooks. Tell your men to equip parachutes and open the doors. They should drop in on the base. As for Chinook 4, let those baby owls wreak some havoc on our attackers!” “Copy that!” I walked out and told the squirrels our game plan. All of them grim, they equipped their parachutes and loaded their guns. We heard the pilot’s voice over the intercom, and the bay door opened. One by one, the squirrels jumped out and yanked the parachute strings, creating a small dark void. I jumped last, and then pulled out some binoculars. On my Bluetooth, I called my team. “Okay, see that hole in the silo? Try to land next to it. I’ll give you further orders from there.” ___________________________________________________________________ I landed first out of the squad, and then we rappelled down quickly. When we reached the floor, squirrels everywhere were fighting. We yanked out our weapons and started to help out our side, but it was looking pretty hopeless. Nov reached my side and yelled. “The infirmary! There’s the back door we created, it’s probably the only way to get these guys out of here!” I nodded and started to contact all the troops. Pretty soon we were doing a full retreat out of the silo and into the cold snowy terrain. The other squads had landed, and the baby owls were causing havoc, just like they were told. I grinned and started to fight back. Things were starting to look up! The soldiers cheered at the sight of the owls, and started fighting again, their courage renewed. Suddenly, something landed on the ground a couple yards in front of me. And then it exploded. Chapter 21 ZZZZZZZzZZZZZZZzZZZZZZZzZZZZZZZz………… WE… SNAW………… WE… SNAW………… WE… SNAW………… “Where am I?” I murmured. Oh right! In the apartment! Yes, that’s right, I managed to stay in an apartment for the whole night! That guy Mark apparently left off to a mental home, because he said squirrels were “talking” to him, even though it was completely true. Tam said that after his squad got home, we would break him out. Seeing as I had nothing to do at the moment, I decided to go give at least a try at getting him out. I followed the address on my wing to the Shady Oaks Home For The Mentally Ill. It seemed like quite a long name to remember for something that makes people forget their problems. Mark said he was in Row S, Booth 7, Room 42 A. We knew this from a desperate paper airplane communication attempt that he threw out the window of his first-floor balcony. What did I think of this frantic communication? MAJOR FAIL. I flew over to the ledge where he was, and saw the squirrels there. Well, I guess that they had gotten home and back already. They sliced through the window and made a medium sized hole. Then they knocked out the nurse who was “tending” to mark. I squeezed in through the hole (It was freaking tiny) and shot out, barely missing the wall. Mark grinned and stroked Tam on the head (he never strokes me on the head, that jerk.) Tam gave the breakout plan very soon afterward, none of which I could understand, mainly because he used the big words he knew from all his book learning. At the end, when he asked, “Does everyone understand?” I of course said, “No”, and he got really mad at me, threw one of Mark’s pencils, pinned it against the wall, and then chewed through it in anger. Calmed down, he said just to “follow me” and he ran out the door, twenty other squirrels, Mark, and I trailing him. Tam made sure to lock the door before he closed it, so it “would be a long time” before they noticed he was missing. Mark said to Tam when they were in the hallway, “Tam, do you mind helping break out some of my friends that I made here?” Tam replied a quick “No”, and kept running down the hall towards the exit. Right before the door that led into the lobby, he gave us another plan. “The squirrel squad will run under the secretary’s desk and distract her from her door duties, Mark will crawl on the floor to the door, and Banrow will fly up and trigger the door sensor when Mark is in the perfect position to run. This is key, because the door dings when it opens, alerting the secretary” At least this time I knew what I was supposed to do , and as a bonus, it was pretty easy. Just wait, fly, and open the door; it couldn’t be any simpler. We opened the door to the lobby slowly, so it wouldn’t creak or screech, and the squirrel squad, including Tam, shot into the secretary area, crawled under her swivel chair and started spinning it around while Mark crept towards the door. I rode on Mark’s back while he was crawling, and tried not to dig in my claws too much. Mark had to pinch me when we got to the part when I had to open the door, mainly because I was busy being entertained from what the squirrels were doing to that poor, poor secretary. Mark got on his knees as I flew up to the sensor and opened the door, making the *ding*. The squirrels left the secretary spinning as they ran to the door. Then, disaster struck. The secretary fell out of the spinning chair, and landed on the squad, taking out less than half of them, but still a lot. Mark and I were already out the door when what was left of the squad had pulled the fallen employee off of them. They scurried towards the door, but it closed before they got there. Seeing as this was a minor setback, it told Mark to run, while I flew up to the sensor and opened the door for them. As I was flying up, I saw something noticeably different about the sensor; it was clawed to shreds. Now nineteen of our best fighters were trapped inside a mental home, and the co-leader of our entire army. The only thing I could think was “This is bad.” [/QUOTE]
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