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From: 8=X AWULF <awulf@cutthroats.com>
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Subject: Story
Date: Fri, 03 Apr 1998 16:24:37 +0000
Organization: 8=X COURAGE-LOYALTY-RUTHLESSNESS
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He was sitting in a dank room with only a dim light bulb hanging from the
ceiling for light.  Behind him stood two guards and before him the annoying
little chap with the receding hair line and beady little eyes.  Taking the
glowing cigarrette from his mouth and blowing the smoke into his face the
little man asked again "Where is your squads base and who is in the chain of
command?".  Trying not to cough from the smoke he responds "My name is Wheel
Chock. Rank Lt. Colonel. Serial num....".
A right hook from the little man's bony fist snaps his head to the side as
blood and spittle flies from his mouth.  His eyes hooded and in a near
whisper he says "You will pay for that ferret."  Leaning forward the man
asks "What was that you said dead meat?"  Both the guards chuckle at the
man's comment to Wheel Chock.  "Again, where is your squads base and
who...?".  The man's question is suddenly interrupted by the wail of the air
raid siren coming to life.  During this moment of distraction Wheel Chock
finally finishes freeing his hands from the rope bonds.  In a strong steady
voice he says again "YOU.. WILL.. PAY.. FOR.. THAT.. FERRET!"  The man was
about to repsond when Wheel Chock instantly leans forward gripping the
wooden chair with one hand and swings it in a viscious arch into the head of
the closest surprised guard.  The chair smashes apart as the guard crumples
to the ground.  Before the second guard can react Wheel Chock thrusts the
jagged end of the back rest into the guards throat.  His blood spurting
violently over everything the dying guard simply sags to the ground.  The
little interrogator suddenly gets his wits about himself and runs shrieking
from the building.  Picking up one of the M1 rifles Wheel Chock calmly walks
to the door and aims for the fleeing man's back.  Under his breath he says
"You will never practice your art upon another soul.".  He then fires three
shots into the fleeing man who drops like a rag doll.
"SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE!" yells the tower coordinator into the radio.
He knows it is to late already.  Some how an entire squad of fighters and a
single A26 manage to fly in undetected by flying near the nape of the
earth.  His people spotting them only when they popped up for a few hundred
feet of altitude so they could manuever over the base.  The ack positions
were already alive and reacting but couldn't seem to get a bead on the fast
flying fighters.  He was giving the order to evacuate the tower when he saw
the fighters begin to drop their ordinance on various structures and
positions.  Gunners went flying into the air as their ack positions became
pits of death.
Stunned by the devastation he was witnessing he could do nothing but watch
the drama unfold before him.  In a matter of 60 seconds the base had been
rendered defenseless.  People were running for any cover they could find as
the fighters now began to strafe anything that moved.  And off to the north
of the field he saw the A26 begin a landing approach.  Landing? he thought.
Why?

"Okay, NOW!" yelled MOMO over his radio.  Simultaneously both $-Mar and
Orion opened fired from their gun turrets pinning down any one to close to
the airstrip as MOMO slowly taxied down the runway.
Seeing his opportunity Wheel Chock made a dash for the runway as he saw the
A26 begin to land.
Some of the enemy marines suddenly realizing what was happening braved death
to stop the escaping prisoner.  "Here he comes!" yells MOMO opening the bomb
bay doors.  Wheel ran into the path of the oncoming A26 when suddenly he
dropped to the runway.  Searing pain running down his shoulder he staggers
to his knees motioning the pilot of the A26 to keep coming.  As the plane
lumbers over him he reaches up grasping for the edge of the bay doors.
Hands lock onto his sweating and blood soaked arms bodily hauling him into
the plane. "PUNCH IT MOMO!" $-Mar screams over the roar of the engines.
Both $-Mar and Wheel lurch backwards losing their footing as MOMO pushes the
throttles to the firewall hitting the nitrous oxide for more boost.  All the
while Orion continues to pour the lead into anything he can see through the
oily smoke from the burning structures.
As the A26 lifts off from the destroyed base MOMO calls over the main radio
"Changing call sign from Silver Thunder to Wheel Express."  Amid the raucous
cheers over the radio MOMO turns his craft for home as the rest of the squad
takes up protective cover over his craft and the precious cargo inside.


Just a little story I had running around in my head.  Hope you all enjoy it.

AWULF
( A CMC AND PROUD OF IT )
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