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Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer & C. Hatchenson/Pilot
"It's time for pay back, bastards."
Chapter 2: Take Back
Stan strode around the room, checking the magazine of the rifle that he had stolen from Snippy earlier.
"Hehe... it's still full," he mentioned and deftly spun it around in his hand as if weighed only half of what it actually did. "Which means there's plenty of bullets for all of you. Isn't that great?"
With agile hands he shoved the magazine back in and readied the gun to shoot.
"The boss told me to kill your captain last. So... which of you two morons wants to die first?"
Engie shifted around nervously while Pilot kept throwing quick glances over to the chair.
"You look pretty scared, fatty," Stan chuckled and stared down at the engineer. "But don't worry, I'll make it quick for you."
As the rifle was pointed at him, Alexander yelped and huddled up against the wall in fright.
"Don't do this!" S
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A/N: I've heard of many people who quit this story while only reading halfway through. Please consider reading it to the end, no matter what feels will try to hold you back. Trust me, you won't regret it.
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer & C. Hatchenson/Pilot & Captain
"The little things are immensely significant in a story.
The subtle details that register in our subconscious first and trigger our emotions,
just to leave us feeling overwhelmed, are what make it unforgettable."
A sting in the shoulder and another in the side of his leg tiny but effective and the sniper lost sentience over his body and collapsed.
Swirling colors of dark red and orange morphed into the flames of a furious conflagration raging on around him as
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Having a grown man leap on top of you in the ungodly hours of the morning is hardly the most pleasant way to wake up.... as Charles Snippy now knew from first-hand experience.
"What," he gasped, winded, shoving Pilot off his chest, "are you doing?!"
Pilot let out an infernal screech as he tried to clamber further onto the couch and further onto Snippy, his arms and legs wrapping around the sniper like a monkey.
"Run, Snippy!" he screeched. "Run for your life!"
"Run from what?!" All traces of sleepiness now gone, Snippy attempted to prise Pilot off him, but the other had a grip of steel and was clinging like a limpet.
"It'll eat us alive!" Pilot wailed. "It'll lay eggs in us and they'll hatch out of our eyeballs!"
"What are you talking about?!" Snippy asked irritably, turning his face away as Pilot began waving his hands madly about. "Stop squirming around! Get off me!"
Finally seeming to calm himself down, Pilot crawled off Sni
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It didn't bother him much.
Pilot couldn't tell how many times he'd gotten his head hurt. Things like that seemed to happen to him on a regular basis.
The unpleasant feeling was familiar. Much more disturbing was another feeling the strange sensation of being touched. It made him open his eyes wide.
What he saw was a man in a gas mask methodically checking his pockets. Puzzled by this unusual scene, Pilot didn't say a word. He glanced at the guy. Then he closed his eyes. When he opened them once more, the man still stood before him. It wasn't Pilot's imagination. The stranger definitely existed. He wore some kind of helmet that gave him an appearance of an armadillo.
"Hey," a deep voice came from the other side of the tiny room. "The green one is awake!"
Pilot wasn't able to recognise that voice, but it certainly didn't belong to the Captain. It didn't sound like someone he knew... and it definitely didn't sound friendly.
"Go on and ask
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"Silence!" Pilot shouted. "All stand!"
Engie grudgingly got to his feet as Captain strode into the courtroom, walking right through a large cobweb but not seeming to notice. The commanding officer paused in the middle of the room, turned, and gave them a sweeping bow before seating himself at the judge's desk.
"Greetings, everybody!" Captain declared. "Today I will be presiding over the criminal case of C vs Snippy. C standing for Captain, of course! You, my good jury," here he turned towards the eleven skeletons and Mr Kittyhawk, who were seated in the jury box, "will be making the final judgement."
This is ridiculous, Engie thought.
Captain leaned forward, pressing his fingertips together. "This trial is now in session!" he announced.
Pilot got to his feet. "Your honour, my name is Christophorus Hatchenson and I am appearing on behalf of the prosecution!" he said. "Mr Snippy has been charged with assault and inappropriate touching of a minor, the nast