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Oh, the day. It was beautiful and sunny. Well, it would have been if a battle hadn't been raging.
Eric. Eric was his name. Was is a key word. Now people just call him the German Terror.
He sat in a dirt filled cave on the cliff by Red Base with his best friend, Aaron. Eric's canteen was drained, and he was thirsty. He put it as 'dying of thirst,' but that was just over reacting. He was offered Aaron's canteen, which Eric took quickly and slurped the water down his throat, then threw the empty canteen down as if angry at it.
"Danke."
Everyone on Blue Team knew what that meant. "You're welcome," Aaron replied.
Eric took a peek outside at Red Base. He made use of his sniper's X2 scope. Slowly, but surely, he scouted around. Red Base was standing there, in all its 'kase'.
Of course, Eric knew English, but German was his main language.
On top of the base was a guard. He had a sniper rifle in his hands, and lying by him was a rocket launcher. One Ghost was circling the base, looking out for any Blue members trying to slip in to Red Base undetected.
That was all Eric could see, but he was sure there was a Scorpion tank. He could hear the buzz of its engines, and he thought he could see the top of its gun.
Eric and Aaron could take out a Ghost and tank out at the same time alone, so they were not worried about the vehicles. No, it was the sniper they needed to worry about.
"Get out your rocket launcher," he told Aaron. "Be ready to kill the Ghost. Shoot it on my mark."
Eric aimed his sniper onto the head of the head of the guard. "Three." He zoomed in to X10. "Two." He adjusted his aim. "One . . . "
"Freeze!"
The two Blue members jumped at the voice, almost firing their weapons. As much as they wanted, they didn't turn around and fire the (ahem) ' kase' out of that guy. For all they knew, he had a shotgun, four grenades, and an over shield.
"Put your guns down behind you. Both of them. Good. Now the grenades. Now, put your hands on your head, then stand up and turn around slowly."
As the Blue members were told, they stood up and turned around slowly with their hands on their heads. When they did, they realized with a grim feeling in the pit of their stomach how stupid they were. A Red Team member was standing there holding the shotgun Aaron had just sat down. Other than that, the man was completely unarmed.
"You two are idiots!" the man shouted. He lifted off his helmet, revealing a bearded, scarred, and bloody face. The man had brown hair. He made sure to spit on each of their breastplates before putting his helmet back on.
The German Terror recognized him almost instantly. "Aren't you Bo Whye?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Yes," Bo replied. "You've heard of me?"
A spark of hope jolted through Eric. "Yes, I have." He had heard how careless Bo Whye was. He rarely planned things out. Eric had also heard that the only reason he was alive today was because his teammates were there.
"Go to Red Base," Bo said. "Don't even bother to look back. I'll be right behind you."
Eric opened a private com link with the Colonel, Chris. "Hey, Colonel. I've been taken captive. Help me, and stuff."
There was a short pause. "I can't! Blue Base is under attack! Figure something out!"
"You want me to escape with no equipment!?"
Another pause. "Sucks to be you!" His creepy laugh exploded suddenly.
They arrived at Red Base soon. They went in. They went down a short hall, then a left, down another short hall, and then a right into an oval shaped room. The walls were made out of titanium. Hung on the left and right walls were five shotguns each. On the front and back walls were fourteen assault rifles each. There was a hole in the ceiling big enough to fit two pit front to back and four from side to side. In the middle was the prize of prizes, the Red Blood Gulch Flag.
Standing by the flag was the Captain. Joseph Makee, was it, Eric thought.
"Hello, and welcome."
"Say hello!" Bo shouted, slapping Aaron, then Eric on the back.
"Hello."
"Guten tag.," Eric said. " Dumpfbacke ." He smiled. "Now, what do you want?" He started pacing around the Captain with his hands folded around his pack.
"I want Blue Flag," the Captain said, laughing. "The only reason you are alive is to discuss the terms of its surrender, German."
The Captain now had his back turned to Aaron. He reached for the pistol at Makee's side as quick as possible. Bo jumped at the shock. He shot almost immediately, but the jump made him miss.
Aaron shot three quick shots at Bo's head. The Captain turned and reached for his side arm, which wasn't there. Eric grabbed a shotgun and fired at the Captain's head. Both dropped dead.
Aaron put the pistol in his side space, and then repossessed his shotgun.
The sniper on the roof came to see what was going on. He looked down from the hole. A shot from Eric blew the snipers shields off; Aaron's shot killed him.
The Ghost from outside stopped outside the exit, and the tank stopped in front the entrance.
Aaron looked at Eric and smiled invisibly inside his helmet. "Let's do this."
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