**2016 REVISITED** **TOP SECRET - CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES RERUN** FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS ~ REVENGE OF THE P.I.T.H ~ Chapter Three

 

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CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES 

**2016 REVISITED** 

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Pawesome greetings, supurr pals

Welcome to Chapter Three of our epically epic and rather explosive report ~ only available here, for your eyes only in the CFR - Classified File Room, and if mew missed the last chapters, here are the links:

Chapter One    Chapter Two

Part III

BOOM, BOOM SHAKE THE BUNKER

**And Action!**

Snowie's voice crackled over the comms, "Basil fifty clicks and closing, do something!"

I stared at Smooch. "Smooch, what the fuff is happening?"

I heard the trigger click again, and nothing happened.

"I'm trying, Basil!" he squealed in terror.

My heart was pounding so fast; it was like a mini jackhammer in my chest.

Smooch squeezed the trigger again, my eyes scanned the anti-missile gun in an instant, looking for why it wasn't firing, and that's when I saw a small red lever on the side and yanked it down.

"Forty clicks and closing, Basil!" Snowie said, her voice trembling with anxiety.

"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! For Bast's sake, FIRE NOW!" I yelled as we sat there like sitting ducks on a pond in the middle of hunting season.

Smooch squeezed the trigger over and over; I could see the abject horror spreading across his little face as nothing happened again.

"Twenty clicks and closing!" Snowie said. I could hear the terror in her voice, and time suddenly seemed to speed up.

I gulped as she said, "Ten clicks and closing!"

"Five clicks and closing!"

"Four clicks and closing!"

"Three clicks and closing, everypawdy brace for impact!" Snowie hollered through the comms set.

My ear was suddenly filled with everypawdy's panicked voices, and I couldn't think as I watched the missile start its downward trajectory.

Parsley suddenly popped up next to me, stared at Smooch, then at the incoming missile blazing towards Mewton-Clawson and then at the huge gun.

"Two clicks and closing!" Snowie was screaming now.

Parsley sprang into action and began to pump the little red lever up and down. 

"Smooch fire now," he said quickly.

Smooch adjusted the aim and repeatedly squeezed the trigger.

The ground rocked beneath our paws as four shells blasted skywards one after the other, leaving us in an acrid grey gun-smoke smog and tasting bitter cordite as they zoomed towards the approaching missile.

"Basil, one click and closing!" Snowie screamed louder than I ever thought possible.

A nano-second later...

I fell to the ground and clamped my paws over my ears; Parsley and Smooch followed suit, diving next to me and huddling in tight.

The sky lit up like the fourth of July, not that we have the fourth of July here, but I can't think of another more suitable simile right now. 

Heated radiated down from the colossal fireball for a few moments and then dissipated just as quickly. Luckily, all four shells had exploded along with the missile, and even more fortunately, any detritus had been vaporised in the explosion; it was that hot.

I took a breath, rolled over, and said a brief prayer of thanks to Bast.

Suddenly, my comms unit crackled. "Basil, are mew all OK?" Snowie asked. "What the fluff happened?"

"All OK," I breathed heavily. "The gun wouldn't work!"

Parsley's jaw clenched as he gulped. He tentatively raised his paw and said, "That would be my fault."

I stared wide-eyed at him, and he continued.

"Mew remember the bazooka incident?" Parsley said sheepishly.

Smooch began to grin as he remembered it all too well. "Great times!" he murmured.

I nodded in agreement at Parsley's statement and tried to ignore Smooch's, keeping my expression neutral.

"Well, after we nearly blew a hole in the bunker wall, I thought it would be prudent to make sure that something like that or worse didn't happen again." he paused briefly and gulped again. "So I fitted a primer switch to all the weapons that could cause the most damage if they were accidentally set off."

Smooch stared in disbelief and cuffed him around the ear as he said, "That's why the gun didn't fire; I thought it was me!  Mew nearly made me wet myself, oh wait a minute, I did!"

Parsley nodded. "I forgot until I came up top and saw which gun it was. Basil, I'm so sorry," he said softly. "I nearly got us all blown up trying to do the right thing."

I pondered this for a moment, then said, "Dude, the good news is mew got here in time, saw the problem and solved it before total disaster struck. The bad news is mew need to go and write me a list and take of photo of every weapon that mew've altered like right now with a description of how to fire it after your modification and let us all have a copy on the double, as we're in a Defcon one situation and we can't be having a close shave like that again, because our equipment isn't working how it should."

"Parsley, dude," Smooch said. "I'll come with and help, ok?" then he added. "I need a quick wash first before mew lot start calling me piddle-pants!"

Parsley sighed and nodded.

I watched as he and Smooch headed towards the bunker door behind the summer house, and I said to Snowie. "Snowie, get effurypurdy else into the control room now. Oh, and leave C.J. on level Eight with Horice. I'm sure he's really enjoying the downtime and a few niptinis!"



"Copy that, Basil!" she answered. "And can I turn this blasted red light off? It's giving me a headache."

"Sure!" I replied with a smile.

A few minutes later, we were all assembled.

"Guys, we've had some close calls," I began. "But today was a little out there. Obviously, I wasn't expecting the PITH-heads to attack quite so soon, but they did, and this shows us exactly what we're up against. And I certainly didn't know that young Parsley had been modifying the weapons either."

There was a collective sigh as we let the last fifteen minutes of high tension slip away like yesterday's sunset.

"Basil," Humphrey began. "That was some serious attack. These PITH-heads really mean business, and after their furst attack failed, I can only imagine what they're cooking up."

"Yeah!" said Amber. "We need to go on the defensive like yesterday."

"Indeed," I agreed. "Posie, did mew find anything out in the cloud?"

"Not really," she answered. "But I did see a serial number on the missile. If that will help?"

Amber said, "Tell me quickly."

Posie gave her the serial number, and Amber began typing on the nearest keyboard. 

"Searching all databases now," she said. "OK, it was a short-range pre-programmed missile readily available on the black market and Dark Web; however, this one was of unknown origin, which is highly suspect. Where on earth would they get an unmarked missile within such a short space of time?"

I thought about this for a moment, and then it hit me like a wet fish around the chops. "I know exactly where they'd get something like that!" I said through gritted teeth.

My four fur-sibs stared at me with expectant faces.

"Dwight Dastardly!" I snarled.

"Who the fluff is Dwight Dastardly?" came the collective question.

"He's a dodgy dealer in arms and ammunition," I said. "Whatever mew need he can get it as long as mew've got a big enough bank balance."

 The room fell silent as the implications of the PITH-heads having an arsenal to be reckoned with sank in.

"That's seriously bad news, dude," Humphrey said.

"Mew have no idea," I replied. "I've used him myself in the past when I needed stuff that I couldn't get legit, and he always delivered."

"Oh fluff!" Amber breathed.

"Yep!" I replied.

"That's where mew got most of the stuff for the bunker, isn't it?" Snowie said as the realisation sank in.

I nodded as I chewed my lip thoughtfully.

"And that means that the PITH-heads have probably got a full inventory of our armoury now?" Amber added.

I nodded again. "Highly likely!"

"Muterh Fluffer!" Humphrey cursed. "Can this day get any worse?"

Just then, the bunker's private telephone rang. Snowie jumped off the chair and headed to the comms station.

"Put it on the loudspeaker and use the bogus business name when mew answer," I said quickly. "And no-pawdy make a sound."

"Welcome to the Cats Whiskers Holistic Health Retreat. This is Suki. How may I help mew?" Snowie said sweetly.

"Cut the fluff, kitty!" a voice growled through the speaker. "And get me Commander Basil right now, otherwise, mew'll be getting another surprise!"

"Let mew put mew on hold just one second while I redirect your call," Snowie continued in her sweetest tone.

She pushed a button and put the PITH-head on hold before saying, "What the fluff do we do now? Those maggots have even got our private unlisted number!"

I didn't have time to stall, so I said. "Start the trace and put him on the loudspeaker now."

Snowie pushed the trace button and released the hold button.

"This is Commander Basil," I said. "What do mew want?"

A malevolent laugh rang out. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear your voice, and now I can tell you exactly how I'm going to ruin your life once and for all."

** And Cut **

It's that time of the post again when we bet mew've more questions than mew can shake your tail at!

Such as:

OMC How could mew leave us hanging like that... Again!!

Jeez, young Parsley nearly caused a total wipe-out; how come mew didn't know he'd been tinkering with the weapons on the sly?

What's C.J. and Horice up to?

Surely with C.J. being Primo Director of the F.I.B., he wouldn't really be getting off his chops on a beach on level 8, especially at a time like this, would he?

Are there any pedalos or lilo's on the oasis in level 8?

Who is this Dwight Dastardly purrson?

Can we get his number?

Does he sell tanks?

Do mew think he'd sell us one?

Etc...

We're sure mew probably have many more, but to be honest, we can't think of any right now, as a whole new headache has just turned up!

Many thanks for joining us for our epic re-run of

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Don't forget to sneak back into the CLASSIFIED FILE ROOM tomorrow for Chapter Four.

Until then

DON'T GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!!!

Epic purrs

Commander Basil 

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