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<blockquote data-quote="mrman226" data-source="post: 219075" data-attributes="member: 656"><p>Chapter 32</p><p></p><p> I decided to check out the squirrel base while Banrow told the owls to get the silo equipment. All the squirrels were building homes, eating, doing acrobatics, exercising, mating, and taking care of offspring, kind of like the birds. Seeing as I had nothing to do, I started to build that secret safe house. Suddenly; we heard a huge explosion outside. Immediately, half of the squirrels rushed out through tunnels we had created. As we did, I suddenly heard Quib report from a distant outpost. </p><p> “Sir, dogs broke into the building!”</p><p> I groaned. We needed to check what had happened, but we needed some defenders against the dogs. I decided to send half of the squirrels back, and took the other half with me. We immediately rushed out and hopped into remote control cars we had. In no time at all, we checked out the blast site. Turns out an extremely dangerous explosive was dropped from an unknown source, and hit the hardware camp, which contained soldiers that had not left yet. Among them were some of my best fighters, such as Max. We immediately checked the base, and found a few lucky survivors. About 5% of these survivors were not wounded. Among that 5% was Max, who had luckily been foraging for some food when the bomb was dropped. We carried the wounded to the building, when I remembered the dogs. Quickly, I ran to a point where I could get a good radio signal. </p><p> “This is Tam to alpha 1. Any signs of the dogs?”</p><p> “No signs sir. However, Omega post survivors reported that Omega and Beta were destroyed.”</p><p> “What about the Suites? Any word from them?”</p><p> “Not really. One suite reported scratching on the door, but no break ins.”</p><p> “Okay. Any word from the owls?”</p><p> “Nope, nothing…Wait, we’re getting something now. I’m transmitting the signal to you. Alpha 1 out!”</p><p> “This is Beta 3 to all bases. The dogs are attacking our walls! We need backup immediately! Our walls can’t stand much…THEY’VE BROKEN THROUGH! We need all personnel immediately! We are evacuating the outpost!” </p><p> I ran out of the radio hotspot. I grabbed as many squirrels as I could without leaving the wounded alone and started to make my way to the entrance closest to Beta 3. Max was right behind me, pestering me with questions. </p><p> “What happened? What is going on?”</p><p> “I’ll explain later, we just need to get to Beta 3!”</p><p>One by one, we filed through the tunnel and looked at the mayhem. Beta 3 was a wreck, and the dogs had crashed right through it. To the left were a small group of squirrels, which were running for their lives. Immediately, we yelled and charged forward, which I now see as a tremendously idiotic thing to do. Immediately the squirrels opened fire, and the dog’s attention was diverted to us. Once I saw their faces, I saw how bad of a mistake this was. One of them was a bloodhound, an amazing tracker. The other was a German shepherd, which explained how they entered the building. They growled at us, and we decided that we should make a run for it. The bloodhound lowered his head and followed our scent trail, the German shepherd close behind. We met up with the evacuees, and then started to head for the air vents. The German shepherd broke into a full run, and we sprinted for our lives. Finally, we saw a slightly ajar door. We sprinted in, and then slammed the door shut. Behind me, I could hear the dogs barking and clawing at the wood. The evacuees were panting, and some were holding weapons. One mother had a baby slung on her back, and that reminded me of a certain Native American Mark had told me about…. Sack…sacra…Sacagawea! Yeah, that was it. Well anyway, we breathed hard, and then decided that we would have to bunker down in here for a while. I sent the most able bodied to grab some food, and the almost able bodied to scout out a good hiding spot. In about 2 hours, we were all ready, and I found a radio point. I contacted Alpha 1 immediately.</p><p> “Alpha 1, this is Tam. Any signs of the dogs?”</p><p> “Negative Tam. Last time we had their location, they were running through hallway sector 78 B. “</p><p> “Copy Alpha 1. Contact me next time you have a visual. Tam out.”</p><p>I went back to the base, the radio transmitter in my paw. The troops with weapons were on guard, and the others were inside the hiding spot. When I entered, I saw the troops lounging around. I sat down on the ground and started to recalibrate the radio. Now that we were ready, I fell asleep.</p><p></p><p>2 days later.</p><p> “Ugh…Where are we?”</p><p>I was standing over the last of the troops, shaking them awake.</p><p> “Another day in camp hide-away. Get up and face it.”</p><p>The soldier sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, then grabbed his equipment and uniform. Seeing as that was the last of them, I went to the bathroom to wash up. I hopped in the sink (this is a human-sized building, remember?) and turned on the water, waiting until the basin was half full. Then I got some soap flakes and rubbed them against my fur. After about 2 minutes of this, I rinsed off and got out of the tub. Taking a hand towel, I dried off my fur, and then emptied the basin. I slipped on my uniform, when I heard Max shriek. </p><p> “Oh, you have got to be kidding me…”</p><p> I ran out of the bathroom and slammed the door. Why? Because Max had been in the room the entire time. Talk about an invasion of privacy! I strapped on my gun and walked back to the camp. Suddenly, I heard the radio crackle.</p><p> “This is Alpha 1 to Tam. We have a visual of the dogs. The owls are pushing them back, but we have a few casualties. Please get over here as soon as possible!” </p><p> I sighed and waited. Max walked up behind me and smacked me.</p><p> “You were in the bathroom too?”</p><p> “Uh…yeah…Look, I told you not to use the second sink, okay?” </p><p>This was going to be a loong trip.</p><p></p><p>Chapter 33</p><p></p><p>*FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP*</p><p>I made to the silo and the old base, where, not surprisingly, there were hundreds of animals, both ground and air based, waiting at the top of the silo. Although Tam didn’t tell me to, and probably wouldn’t have let me if I asked him, I brought along one of our absolute finest engineers with me, Engart. I used the special key Tam had given me to open the silo, opened the doors, and made the final touches on my moving plan. I had Engart and his two students, Alta and Joey unscrew the more important electronics first, and had the Sparrows load them onto waiting carriages, where a team of Rabbits (Don’t ask me where Tam got them, it’s a long story) pulled them back to the apartment complex. It was a pretty good assembly line, and we had almost everything out within an hour, way ahead of the time schedule Tam had put us on. I told everybody to take five, and went to the part of the silo that Tam’s key also opened; the bomb bay. It was beautiful. I’m guessing, somewhere along the line, Tam ran into a couple billion dollars, because the hangar was nothing like the rest of the base. The ceilings were covered in a black-white-black-black pattern that made it look like the stars. Over in the corner was a stockpile of guns, hanging beautifully from the walls, a few of the racks were empty, and I could see the guns lying across the floor, scattered. There was a tint of red in the mirrored floors, almost like a ruby. There were sound-dampening walls everywhere there could possibly be one, and right in the center of it all; the bomb itself. It fell quite short of my expectations; it was only a small pocket-sized glob of green, floating in a blueish containment tube. There were hundreds of little buttons and meters covering the dashboard in front of the tube. There was an entire eerie feeling about this place, like I really didn’t have any business being in there. That’s just a simplified version of what it looked like, it was impossible to describe, and even if it weren’t impossible, your head would explode from all the big fanciful words that would be used. I then remembered that everybody else was still on the break I had given them, so I quietly left, and told them to continue moving the rest of the stuff. I re-entered the room and it stunned me yet again, even though it was the exact same thing I had just seen. I moved over to the bomb case, and inserted my key into what looked like the appropriate spot in the dashboard. A soft clicking noise came from the container, and a robot arm came out from the ceiling and moved the pod onto a seemingly designated groove in the floor. It had a small handle on it, and I grasped it between my talons. I pressed another button on the dashboard, and the roof opened for me as I flew out. The bomb was surprisingly light for something that was probably pretty explosive. I was flying back to the base with the bomb, and all commotion appeared to have stopped at the silo, but then again it was getting dark. As I neared the base, I heard a snickering noise coming from the trees, but ignored it, mainly because it was probably just crickets. I kept flying, a little more cautious, even though I kept telling myself not to worry. I felt a whoosh of air move in front of me, and it made me even more nervous, even though it was completely normal for this time of year in Alaska. At least it would be, on any other night. Something flew right into my face, screamed as loud as it could into my face and shot away, leaving me jittery. Suddenly something rammed into me from the side, and I slammed into something sharp, jostling my whole body. </p><p>I dropped the bomb.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mrman226, post: 219075, member: 656"] Chapter 32 I decided to check out the squirrel base while Banrow told the owls to get the silo equipment. All the squirrels were building homes, eating, doing acrobatics, exercising, mating, and taking care of offspring, kind of like the birds. Seeing as I had nothing to do, I started to build that secret safe house. Suddenly; we heard a huge explosion outside. Immediately, half of the squirrels rushed out through tunnels we had created. As we did, I suddenly heard Quib report from a distant outpost. “Sir, dogs broke into the building!” I groaned. We needed to check what had happened, but we needed some defenders against the dogs. I decided to send half of the squirrels back, and took the other half with me. We immediately rushed out and hopped into remote control cars we had. In no time at all, we checked out the blast site. Turns out an extremely dangerous explosive was dropped from an unknown source, and hit the hardware camp, which contained soldiers that had not left yet. Among them were some of my best fighters, such as Max. We immediately checked the base, and found a few lucky survivors. About 5% of these survivors were not wounded. Among that 5% was Max, who had luckily been foraging for some food when the bomb was dropped. We carried the wounded to the building, when I remembered the dogs. Quickly, I ran to a point where I could get a good radio signal. “This is Tam to alpha 1. Any signs of the dogs?” “No signs sir. However, Omega post survivors reported that Omega and Beta were destroyed.” “What about the Suites? Any word from them?” “Not really. One suite reported scratching on the door, but no break ins.” “Okay. Any word from the owls?” “Nope, nothing…Wait, we’re getting something now. I’m transmitting the signal to you. Alpha 1 out!” “This is Beta 3 to all bases. The dogs are attacking our walls! We need backup immediately! Our walls can’t stand much…THEY’VE BROKEN THROUGH! We need all personnel immediately! We are evacuating the outpost!” I ran out of the radio hotspot. I grabbed as many squirrels as I could without leaving the wounded alone and started to make my way to the entrance closest to Beta 3. Max was right behind me, pestering me with questions. “What happened? What is going on?” “I’ll explain later, we just need to get to Beta 3!” One by one, we filed through the tunnel and looked at the mayhem. Beta 3 was a wreck, and the dogs had crashed right through it. To the left were a small group of squirrels, which were running for their lives. Immediately, we yelled and charged forward, which I now see as a tremendously idiotic thing to do. Immediately the squirrels opened fire, and the dog’s attention was diverted to us. Once I saw their faces, I saw how bad of a mistake this was. One of them was a bloodhound, an amazing tracker. The other was a German shepherd, which explained how they entered the building. They growled at us, and we decided that we should make a run for it. The bloodhound lowered his head and followed our scent trail, the German shepherd close behind. We met up with the evacuees, and then started to head for the air vents. The German shepherd broke into a full run, and we sprinted for our lives. Finally, we saw a slightly ajar door. We sprinted in, and then slammed the door shut. Behind me, I could hear the dogs barking and clawing at the wood. The evacuees were panting, and some were holding weapons. One mother had a baby slung on her back, and that reminded me of a certain Native American Mark had told me about…. Sack…sacra…Sacagawea! Yeah, that was it. Well anyway, we breathed hard, and then decided that we would have to bunker down in here for a while. I sent the most able bodied to grab some food, and the almost able bodied to scout out a good hiding spot. In about 2 hours, we were all ready, and I found a radio point. I contacted Alpha 1 immediately. “Alpha 1, this is Tam. Any signs of the dogs?” “Negative Tam. Last time we had their location, they were running through hallway sector 78 B. “ “Copy Alpha 1. Contact me next time you have a visual. Tam out.” I went back to the base, the radio transmitter in my paw. The troops with weapons were on guard, and the others were inside the hiding spot. When I entered, I saw the troops lounging around. I sat down on the ground and started to recalibrate the radio. Now that we were ready, I fell asleep. 2 days later. “Ugh…Where are we?” I was standing over the last of the troops, shaking them awake. “Another day in camp hide-away. Get up and face it.” The soldier sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, then grabbed his equipment and uniform. Seeing as that was the last of them, I went to the bathroom to wash up. I hopped in the sink (this is a human-sized building, remember?) and turned on the water, waiting until the basin was half full. Then I got some soap flakes and rubbed them against my fur. After about 2 minutes of this, I rinsed off and got out of the tub. Taking a hand towel, I dried off my fur, and then emptied the basin. I slipped on my uniform, when I heard Max shriek. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me…” I ran out of the bathroom and slammed the door. Why? Because Max had been in the room the entire time. Talk about an invasion of privacy! I strapped on my gun and walked back to the camp. Suddenly, I heard the radio crackle. “This is Alpha 1 to Tam. We have a visual of the dogs. The owls are pushing them back, but we have a few casualties. Please get over here as soon as possible!” I sighed and waited. Max walked up behind me and smacked me. “You were in the bathroom too?” “Uh…yeah…Look, I told you not to use the second sink, okay?” This was going to be a loong trip. Chapter 33 *FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP* I made to the silo and the old base, where, not surprisingly, there were hundreds of animals, both ground and air based, waiting at the top of the silo. Although Tam didn’t tell me to, and probably wouldn’t have let me if I asked him, I brought along one of our absolute finest engineers with me, Engart. I used the special key Tam had given me to open the silo, opened the doors, and made the final touches on my moving plan. I had Engart and his two students, Alta and Joey unscrew the more important electronics first, and had the Sparrows load them onto waiting carriages, where a team of Rabbits (Don’t ask me where Tam got them, it’s a long story) pulled them back to the apartment complex. It was a pretty good assembly line, and we had almost everything out within an hour, way ahead of the time schedule Tam had put us on. I told everybody to take five, and went to the part of the silo that Tam’s key also opened; the bomb bay. It was beautiful. I’m guessing, somewhere along the line, Tam ran into a couple billion dollars, because the hangar was nothing like the rest of the base. The ceilings were covered in a black-white-black-black pattern that made it look like the stars. Over in the corner was a stockpile of guns, hanging beautifully from the walls, a few of the racks were empty, and I could see the guns lying across the floor, scattered. There was a tint of red in the mirrored floors, almost like a ruby. There were sound-dampening walls everywhere there could possibly be one, and right in the center of it all; the bomb itself. It fell quite short of my expectations; it was only a small pocket-sized glob of green, floating in a blueish containment tube. There were hundreds of little buttons and meters covering the dashboard in front of the tube. There was an entire eerie feeling about this place, like I really didn’t have any business being in there. That’s just a simplified version of what it looked like, it was impossible to describe, and even if it weren’t impossible, your head would explode from all the big fanciful words that would be used. I then remembered that everybody else was still on the break I had given them, so I quietly left, and told them to continue moving the rest of the stuff. I re-entered the room and it stunned me yet again, even though it was the exact same thing I had just seen. I moved over to the bomb case, and inserted my key into what looked like the appropriate spot in the dashboard. A soft clicking noise came from the container, and a robot arm came out from the ceiling and moved the pod onto a seemingly designated groove in the floor. It had a small handle on it, and I grasped it between my talons. I pressed another button on the dashboard, and the roof opened for me as I flew out. The bomb was surprisingly light for something that was probably pretty explosive. I was flying back to the base with the bomb, and all commotion appeared to have stopped at the silo, but then again it was getting dark. As I neared the base, I heard a snickering noise coming from the trees, but ignored it, mainly because it was probably just crickets. I kept flying, a little more cautious, even though I kept telling myself not to worry. I felt a whoosh of air move in front of me, and it made me even more nervous, even though it was completely normal for this time of year in Alaska. At least it would be, on any other night. Something flew right into my face, screamed as loud as it could into my face and shot away, leaving me jittery. Suddenly something rammed into me from the side, and I slammed into something sharp, jostling my whole body. I dropped the bomb. [/QUOTE]
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