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<blockquote data-quote="mrman226" data-source="post: 219076" data-attributes="member: 656"><p>Chapter 35</p><p>*Yawn* I was stuck in a cell. The only thing I was really allowed to do was sleep, breathe and drink what looked like squirrel pee. Sleep was about the only thing I actually did.</p><p></p><p>Chapter 36</p><p>Three Days Later</p><p>Banrow fluttered out of his prison with joy. I immediately gave him orders, and he followed them. </p><p></p><p>Chapter 37</p><p> </p><p>YAY! I’m free!</p><p></p><p>Chapter 38</p><p>Two Hours Later</p><p>We flew in on Chinooks to the library. I was in the usual formation, with the squad of owls around us. The scout Chinook reported back.</p><p>“Nothing unusual sir. I’m getting heat signals from small life forms other than humans, they’re probably mice, but other then that, it’s just the librarian.”</p><p>“Okay. I want a forward advance. Alpha, take the roof. Beta, take the front, and the rest of you follow me. We’re entering through some air vents.”</p><p>We landed next to an air conditioner and unscrewed it, sending it plunging to the ground, never to blow again; my squad and I leaped into the now cooling-less vent. I clung on to my helmet, feeling the back draft from the helicopter blades. Suddenly, I got a report from Beta.</p><p>“Sir, the librarian has birds!”</p><p>“What? Why didn’t the scanner pick up their heat signals?”</p><p>“Umm… I think we found our “mice”! The problem is, were getting torn apart by them! We have them held back in a bookshelf, but not for much longer! We need backup!”</p><p></p><p>Chapter 39</p><p> </p><p>Tam had given me not-so-special orders; I had to enter through the back with Milford, my favorite owlet, and take a position to help when needed. I was supposed to push over the bookshelf on the end of the row, toppling the rest of them. The squads had been told to run to bookshelves incase of trouble, so I wasn’t too worried about them. Milford was my “scout”; he was the one who would fly back and forth along the rows, checking to see when I would have to push it over. Milford was smart, but got distracted easily, so I wasn’t too sure about whether he would forget or not. The reason we were using the bookshelves as our emergency weapon was because when we captured the base, we would have to push them down anyway to get the books off of them. Tam had planned on using the books, the hardcover ones at least, combined with a strong adhesive to make a sort of brick wall for use of a base inside a base inside a building. Still, I got quite bored with my duties, and Milford hadn’t come to me at all, only once to ask where the bathroom was, which is a pretty stupid question for an owl. I looked along the shelf I was waiting at, and found a suitable Get Fuzzy comic book. I sat down and started reading, passing the time. Well, I was an emergency help, so I guess it was kind of a good thing that I had nothing to do. Then a thought pooped into my head. If Milford hadn’t reported anything, something might have happened to him on his route. I flew up and down his route as fast as I could while still looking for him. He was nowhere to be seen, and I started to explore outside of his route in a spiral out. Fortunately, to my surprise, relief and anger, I found him up in the beanbag reading section curled up with Shakespeare’s MacBeth. </p><p>“MILFORD! WAKE UP!” </p><p>He only rolled over.</p><p> “MILFORD! WAKE UP NOW OR I’M GOING TO SLAP YOU!”</p><p>That got him awake pretty fast, and immediately started doing his route again, obviously not seeing me there watching him. At what looked to be aisle 27, he got a look of shock on his face and flew down faster to where I was before. I immediately took off after him, so he wouldn’t freak out when he got there, and see that I wasn’t there. I could fly faster than him, and scared him when I tapped his back to ask what he saw. </p><p>All he could muster was “Bad… Push… Shelf… Now”</p><p>I used my one-way Bluetooth headset to radio the squirrels. Milford helped me push the shelf and, I flew down the edge pathway to give a reading of when to evacuate the aisle.</p><p>“5… 4… 3… 2… Evacuate Now!” I saw a glob of squirrels run out the both ends of the aisle. The birds tried to give chase but were put down and then crushed by the hundreds of books falling on them. The librarian had evacuated herself long before, and it appeared that the invasion of the library had gone successfully. I hadn’t found Tam yet, but I knew he was okay, wherever he was.</p><p></p><p>THE END of Part 1 (Part 2 coming in a year or two)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mrman226, post: 219076, member: 656"] Chapter 35 *Yawn* I was stuck in a cell. The only thing I was really allowed to do was sleep, breathe and drink what looked like squirrel pee. Sleep was about the only thing I actually did. Chapter 36 Three Days Later Banrow fluttered out of his prison with joy. I immediately gave him orders, and he followed them. Chapter 37 YAY! I’m free! Chapter 38 Two Hours Later We flew in on Chinooks to the library. I was in the usual formation, with the squad of owls around us. The scout Chinook reported back. “Nothing unusual sir. I’m getting heat signals from small life forms other than humans, they’re probably mice, but other then that, it’s just the librarian.” “Okay. I want a forward advance. Alpha, take the roof. Beta, take the front, and the rest of you follow me. We’re entering through some air vents.” We landed next to an air conditioner and unscrewed it, sending it plunging to the ground, never to blow again; my squad and I leaped into the now cooling-less vent. I clung on to my helmet, feeling the back draft from the helicopter blades. Suddenly, I got a report from Beta. “Sir, the librarian has birds!” “What? Why didn’t the scanner pick up their heat signals?” “Umm… I think we found our “mice”! The problem is, were getting torn apart by them! We have them held back in a bookshelf, but not for much longer! We need backup!” Chapter 39 Tam had given me not-so-special orders; I had to enter through the back with Milford, my favorite owlet, and take a position to help when needed. I was supposed to push over the bookshelf on the end of the row, toppling the rest of them. The squads had been told to run to bookshelves incase of trouble, so I wasn’t too worried about them. Milford was my “scout”; he was the one who would fly back and forth along the rows, checking to see when I would have to push it over. Milford was smart, but got distracted easily, so I wasn’t too sure about whether he would forget or not. The reason we were using the bookshelves as our emergency weapon was because when we captured the base, we would have to push them down anyway to get the books off of them. Tam had planned on using the books, the hardcover ones at least, combined with a strong adhesive to make a sort of brick wall for use of a base inside a base inside a building. Still, I got quite bored with my duties, and Milford hadn’t come to me at all, only once to ask where the bathroom was, which is a pretty stupid question for an owl. I looked along the shelf I was waiting at, and found a suitable Get Fuzzy comic book. I sat down and started reading, passing the time. Well, I was an emergency help, so I guess it was kind of a good thing that I had nothing to do. Then a thought pooped into my head. If Milford hadn’t reported anything, something might have happened to him on his route. I flew up and down his route as fast as I could while still looking for him. He was nowhere to be seen, and I started to explore outside of his route in a spiral out. Fortunately, to my surprise, relief and anger, I found him up in the beanbag reading section curled up with Shakespeare’s MacBeth. “MILFORD! WAKE UP!” He only rolled over. “MILFORD! WAKE UP NOW OR I’M GOING TO SLAP YOU!” That got him awake pretty fast, and immediately started doing his route again, obviously not seeing me there watching him. At what looked to be aisle 27, he got a look of shock on his face and flew down faster to where I was before. I immediately took off after him, so he wouldn’t freak out when he got there, and see that I wasn’t there. I could fly faster than him, and scared him when I tapped his back to ask what he saw. All he could muster was “Bad… Push… Shelf… Now” I used my one-way Bluetooth headset to radio the squirrels. Milford helped me push the shelf and, I flew down the edge pathway to give a reading of when to evacuate the aisle. “5… 4… 3… 2… Evacuate Now!” I saw a glob of squirrels run out the both ends of the aisle. The birds tried to give chase but were put down and then crushed by the hundreds of books falling on them. The librarian had evacuated herself long before, and it appeared that the invasion of the library had gone successfully. I hadn’t found Tam yet, but I knew he was okay, wherever he was. THE END of Part 1 (Part 2 coming in a year or two) [/QUOTE]
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