Attack and Retaliation
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Adult +
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4
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Chapter Three
^*^ Indicate happenings at red base.
Nothing indicates blue base.
(!) Indicates canyon, somewhere outside of both bases.
Chapter III
^*^ “Dinner!” Donut shouted.
Simmons was the first to sit. Grif was a very, very close second with Sarge right behind him. Donut elegantly slid plates in front of the three men.
“All I could find was pasta. “ Donut apologized. “Command doesn’t send anything until tomorrow.”
Simmons wondered, as he stared down at a forkful of noodle, how they had survived without Donut. Excellent chef, wonderful housekeeper… it’s a wonder the base hadn’t fallen apart before his arrival.
Sarge continually glanced Grif’s way. The orange man seemed no worse for wear after his tangle with those lousy blues.
But one could never be certain.
Donut happily told the others of his master water-boiling technique. Only Simmons really listened.
_______
Caboose held the bowl out to Church. “I didn’t break the microwave, Church.
He forced a smile. “That’s good.”
Church took the soup but didn’t eat. He leaned back against the wall, already sick of his room. He knew it’d be a bitch to stand- sitting up had hurt more than enough.
“Church?” Caboose asked hesitantly.
“Yes, Caboose?”
“I can carry you to the couch if you’d like.”
The blue C.O. smiled gently at him. Caboose took that as affirmation and tenderly lifted him. Church gripped the bowl trying not to spill it. Oh, yeah, it hurt like hell, too, despite how very careful Caboose was being.
“There, Churchsir.”
Caboose hurried from the room to go and bring Church his blanket. Surely that would help make him feel better. He stripped the bed and hurried to Church’s side with the cloth in hand.
Church smiled again at Caboose as the rookie tucked the blankets around Church. “Hey, Caboose?”
Caboose looked at him. “Thanks.”
The rookie sat on the floor in front of the couch. “Anything, Church.”
________
^*^Donut gingerly held the sniper rifle, looking through the scope. He didn’t want his first real chance with the sniper rifle to end with it being broken.
“I don’t see anyone.” He told Simmons brightly.
Simmons nodded. Donut lowered the sniper rifle, looking over at his partner.
They didn’t notice as Tucker ran across the canyon.
Tucker looked up at the red base, then down at the grenade in his hand. He threw it, watching as it flew into the base. He turned and ran.
Grif walked from the living room just in time to see a flash of blue. “Son of a bitch.”
_______
Caboose faintly heard the explosion. He worriedly looked down, thankful that Church still slept.
“Caboose.” He looked up.
“Hello Tucker.”
Tucker collapsed into the chair, out of breath. “How’s he doing?”
Caboose fidgeted, tucking the blankets around Church. “He went to sleep after you left.”
Church sleepily opened on eye. Caboose squealed, kneeling.”
“Hello Church.” Caboose said softly.
Leonard slowly sat up, looking from Caboose’s worried face to Tucker’s…satisfied one?
“What the hell did you do now?” he asked the younger man.
Tucker shrugged and asked. “What do you call revenge for revenge?”
Caboose said. “I don’t know.”
Church eyed him. “I’m asking you one more time. What did you-“
Tucker told him. “Once you’re feeling better, take a look at red base.”
_______
^*^Donut screamed. “Sarge! Sir!”
He fell to the floor, lifting Grif into his arms. Simmons stood by his side in disbelief.
“What in sam hell’s going on here?” Sarge stormed.
Donut looked at him helplessly. “Sir, it’s Grif. He-I…”
Sarge had felt the base shake and heard the explosion. Who couldn’t have? He cursed when he now saw the damage. His and Donut’s rooms? Obliterated. Defense? A gaping hole in the fucking wall.
“C’mon, soldier!” Donut screamed at Grif.
Simmons said quietly. “We’ll have to airlift him out.”
Sarge placed the call to command. Donut was still holding Grif’s head in his lap. Simmons knelt beside him.
“Will Grif get new armor?” Donut asked.
“What? Why would-“
“When I went to command, they gave me new armor.”
“No, Donut.” He chuckled softly. “Grif won’t get new armor.”
Sarge walked back to them, wordlessly taking Grif from Donut. The younger soldiers watched as their C.O. carried their teammate away.
Nothing indicates blue base.
(!) Indicates canyon, somewhere outside of both bases.
Chapter III
^*^ “Dinner!” Donut shouted.
Simmons was the first to sit. Grif was a very, very close second with Sarge right behind him. Donut elegantly slid plates in front of the three men.
“All I could find was pasta. “ Donut apologized. “Command doesn’t send anything until tomorrow.”
Simmons wondered, as he stared down at a forkful of noodle, how they had survived without Donut. Excellent chef, wonderful housekeeper… it’s a wonder the base hadn’t fallen apart before his arrival.
Sarge continually glanced Grif’s way. The orange man seemed no worse for wear after his tangle with those lousy blues.
But one could never be certain.
Donut happily told the others of his master water-boiling technique. Only Simmons really listened.
_______
Caboose held the bowl out to Church. “I didn’t break the microwave, Church.
He forced a smile. “That’s good.”
Church took the soup but didn’t eat. He leaned back against the wall, already sick of his room. He knew it’d be a bitch to stand- sitting up had hurt more than enough.
“Church?” Caboose asked hesitantly.
“Yes, Caboose?”
“I can carry you to the couch if you’d like.”
The blue C.O. smiled gently at him. Caboose took that as affirmation and tenderly lifted him. Church gripped the bowl trying not to spill it. Oh, yeah, it hurt like hell, too, despite how very careful Caboose was being.
“There, Churchsir.”
Caboose hurried from the room to go and bring Church his blanket. Surely that would help make him feel better. He stripped the bed and hurried to Church’s side with the cloth in hand.
Church smiled again at Caboose as the rookie tucked the blankets around Church. “Hey, Caboose?”
Caboose looked at him. “Thanks.”
The rookie sat on the floor in front of the couch. “Anything, Church.”
________
^*^Donut gingerly held the sniper rifle, looking through the scope. He didn’t want his first real chance with the sniper rifle to end with it being broken.
“I don’t see anyone.” He told Simmons brightly.
Simmons nodded. Donut lowered the sniper rifle, looking over at his partner.
They didn’t notice as Tucker ran across the canyon.
Tucker looked up at the red base, then down at the grenade in his hand. He threw it, watching as it flew into the base. He turned and ran.
Grif walked from the living room just in time to see a flash of blue. “Son of a bitch.”
_______
Caboose faintly heard the explosion. He worriedly looked down, thankful that Church still slept.
“Caboose.” He looked up.
“Hello Tucker.”
Tucker collapsed into the chair, out of breath. “How’s he doing?”
Caboose fidgeted, tucking the blankets around Church. “He went to sleep after you left.”
Church sleepily opened on eye. Caboose squealed, kneeling.”
“Hello Church.” Caboose said softly.
Leonard slowly sat up, looking from Caboose’s worried face to Tucker’s…satisfied one?
“What the hell did you do now?” he asked the younger man.
Tucker shrugged and asked. “What do you call revenge for revenge?”
Caboose said. “I don’t know.”
Church eyed him. “I’m asking you one more time. What did you-“
Tucker told him. “Once you’re feeling better, take a look at red base.”
_______
^*^Donut screamed. “Sarge! Sir!”
He fell to the floor, lifting Grif into his arms. Simmons stood by his side in disbelief.
“What in sam hell’s going on here?” Sarge stormed.
Donut looked at him helplessly. “Sir, it’s Grif. He-I…”
Sarge had felt the base shake and heard the explosion. Who couldn’t have? He cursed when he now saw the damage. His and Donut’s rooms? Obliterated. Defense? A gaping hole in the fucking wall.
“C’mon, soldier!” Donut screamed at Grif.
Simmons said quietly. “We’ll have to airlift him out.”
Sarge placed the call to command. Donut was still holding Grif’s head in his lap. Simmons knelt beside him.
“Will Grif get new armor?” Donut asked.
“What? Why would-“
“When I went to command, they gave me new armor.”
“No, Donut.” He chuckled softly. “Grif won’t get new armor.”
Sarge walked back to them, wordlessly taking Grif from Donut. The younger soldiers watched as their C.O. carried their teammate away.