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CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES
**2016 REVISITED**
FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS
Pawesome greetings, supurr pals
Welcome to Chapter Eight 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 previous chapters, here are the links:
Chapter Eight
Close Shaves and Hitting Rock Bottom
'And Action!'
I could hear Parsley screaming, not like a girl but like a purrson who only had just over a minute left to live.
My heart was thumping so fast I thought it was going to burst from my chest as I angled my body again, changing direction slightly and careened down towards him, mentally willing myself to go faster as the ground loomed closer and Parsley tumbled out of control. I knew I only had seconds to save him as my throat clenched tight, my breath restricted as the cold air whooshed passed me ruffling my fur in all kinds of weird ways, and if that wasn't bad enough; the overwhelming dread of our imminent mortality which now rested in my paws made my body tingle with gut-wrenching fear from the tops of my ears to the tip of my tail.
I know we'd had a few close shaves before, but the scenario I suddenly found myself in terrified me to the bottom of my furry soul, and there was no coming back from this particular one if it went completely south and we hit rock bottom.
Parsley was only a few feet away, and I reached out for him, shouting. “Grab my paws!”
His goggles had come off, and he stared straight at me, his lucid green eyes glimmering bright green. “No time dude, pull your reserve chute and save yourself!” he yelled back. “Mew still have time!”
“No way, dude!” I screamed at him as I managed to grab hold of his rig with the tips of my claws.
“Let me go and save yourself!” his voice was high and shrill.
Pulling him closer, I grappled to get a firm grip, and I happened to glance down, then wished I hadn't.
* * *
Amber was screaming in the garden as Humphrey suddenly appeared from the secret tunnel.
“What the fluff?” he asked, hurtling towards her.
“I can't look!” she cried in dismay, covering her eyes with her paws.
Humphrey looked rather perplexed as his comms unit suddenly crackled. “Purredator One, come in, this is Control,” Snowie said, her voice fraught and tight.
“Go ahead, Control, I'm back in the garden,” Humphrey answered.
“Look up!” Snowie instructed.
He did, then his eyes bugged out and his jaw gaped. He closed it and then tried to speak. “Wwwwwhat?”
“Parsley's chute failed,” was all Snowie said.
“What can we do?” he snapped.
“I don't know,” Snowie said, starting to cry. “There's no time to do anything!”
“Oh my cod, for all that is merciful,” Humphrey choked out. “There must be something we can do... There must be something!”
* * *
Smooch flung his helmet off and quickly pulled on the headset. Then he looked at the high-tech control panel of the Black-Bird, and his heart gave a little stutter as he squeaked. “This is nothing like the chopper flight-simulator in the bunker, OH FLUFF ME!”
He hit his comms unit as the rotors started to slow. “Control, I need a patch to C.J. in the Hummer right now,” he shouted anxiously. “I have a code red emergency, I repeat, I have a code red emergency!”
The chopper started to slip sideways through the air, and he felt his stomach lurch. “CONTROL CODE RED!” he yelled into his comms, panicking. It was at that precise moment that he saw Parsley's terrifying plight. “CONTROL COME IN!”
A second later, Snowie answered, her voice quivering. “This is Control, Smooch. I'm trying to patch mew directly to the Hummer's radio, but C.J. isn't answering.”
“This bird is going down fast, and I don't know how to fly it!” Smooch said desperately.
Snowie gulped audibly, suddenly frozen to the spot as she continued to watch the monitors in the control room; everything was happening so fast and broadcasting in HD as the motion-activated cameras tracked the unfolding nightmare in real-time.
* * *
Snitch and the P.I.T.H. were poised on the outskirts of Mewton-Clawson when they saw the five fighter jets make another low pass.
“Are those missiles ready?” he growled. “We might never get another opportunity to shoot down some of Basil's allies.”
“Priming now,” Bazooka Bros #1 answered.
“Ready,” Bazooka Bros #2 said a moment later.
“Well, what are you waiting for, a flipping invitation? FIRE!” screeched Snitch.
CLICK... CLICK...
The heat-seeking missiles launched skywards, tracking the fighter jets, and Snitch cackled with manic delight.
The five planes split off into evasive manoeuvres and rolled to avoid the missiles; the missiles promptly changed course and began to close in on two of the nearest fighter jets.
The two pursued jets rolled and twisted, heading higher in the sky before releasing a slew of anti-missile flares, and the missiles exploded a few moments later, their targets missed.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Snitch swore like a tavern keeper's daughter on a Saturday night at closing time and screeched. “FIRE AGAIN AND KEEP FIRING!”
The Bazooka Brothers had already reloaded and fired simultaneously, the missiles rocketing into the sky. They reloaded and fired again. Then again and again. The onslaught was unmerciful as missile after missile hurtled skywards and the pilots split apart again, trying to evade the new threat as they manoeuvred their planes in an aerial ballet dance, deploying more anti-missile flares.
The sky was a mass of glaring red explosions as the missiles were lured by the decoy flares and detonated one after the other like the biggest firecracker mew have ever seen. Mewton-Clawson had suddenly become a war zone, and the fighter pilots didn't hesitate before unleashing their very own brand of hell on the P.I.T.H.
* * *
As if my situation couldn't get any worse, I was suddenly surrounded by exploding missiles as I gripped Parsley with all my might while desperately trying to pull the ripcord on my emergency chute with my free paw. I couldn't get any purchase on the release hook, as my paws felt numb from the cold. The air around us was on fire and stank of acrid gun smoke as we continued to plummet downwards, our speed increasing exponentially.
Parsley gave me a smile and shouted. “Basil, thank mew for everything, dude, mew're the most epic furiend a kitty like me could ever have!”
My heart squeezed so hard I thought it would implode in my chest, and my mouth refused to work as he just smiled at me, accepting his fate with a reconciled grace, while my mind screamed, 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'
* * *
The rotors on the chopper had slowed so much that the Black-Bird was just free-falling on a sideways angle towards the field. Smooch glanced in the back to see if there was another parachute and gulped when he saw that the parachute locker was bare.
The sky all around him began to explode, and he did scream like a girl. “Snowie for fluff's sake, get a grip and get me C.J. stat!”
Half a second later, he heard C.J.'s voice on his comms unit. “Don't speak, just listen!” he instructed calmly. “There's a big blue button right in front of mew, just hit it!”
Smooch's panicked eyes scanned the console several times before he saw it. Punching it with his paw, the chopper lurched alarmingly as the rotors began to pick up speed and whirr with a rather satisfying sound.
“Now what?” Smooch asked fearfully.
“Firstly, breathe, mew aren't going to crash,” C.J. advised. “That is the fail-safe button; the chopper is now flying itself.”
“What?” Smooch cried. “Do mew know how stupid that sounds?”
C.J. replied. “It is not stupid, it's just saved your life.”
“But it can't save Basil's or Parsley's!” Smooch sniffled hopelessly. “Can it?”
“That depends,” C.J. answered.
“On what?” Smooch asked sharply. “They've got like fifty-five seconds before it's Splats-Ville, Arizona!”
“Mew see the big green button that says V.C.?”
“Yep.”
“That's voice control, push it and say fly forward, and once mew're in position, say deploy cushion,” C.J. instructed. “Now hurry up, as mew are their last best hope.”
Smooch thumped the green button. “Turn around one eighty degrees and fly forward.” The chopper spun around and shot forward so fast he was above the garden before he could blink. “Deploy cushion!” he yelled as the chopper passed just above Humphrey, Horice and Amber, causing them to hit the deck.
“Did mew do it?” C.J. asked.
“Cushion deployed,” Smooch answered flatly, his adrenaline reserves abruptly depleted as he prayed in his mind that whatever C.J. had told him to do worked.
“Good, now turn the bird around and land it in the field. Once it's on the ground, say 'engine off' and push the black button,” C.J. said. “I'm still twenty-seven minutes away and I don't want to get back and hear bad news!”
“OK, over and out,” Smooch replied and followed C.J.'s instructions to the letter, safely landing the chopper in the field and powering down within a few short seconds. The rotors were still whirring as he launched from the cockpit and began to run as fast as he could on three legs towards the garden, keeping his eyes on the two rapidly falling objects above.
* * *
Amber, Humphrey and Horice heard the chopper zoom overhead amid exploding missiles and watched as what looked like a black box dropped from beneath it and landed in the garden.
The sky was alight with red, orange, and yellow flames, the noise deafening as the fighter jets began to retaliate, firing at will at the P.I.T.H., causing the ground to shake and tremble beneath their paws.
“OH MY COD this is Catruit all over again!” Humphrey cried out as he grabbed Amber, pulling her towards the ground. “Hit the deck, Horice!”
The huge Hefflelump keeled over and crumpled on the gravel. “Aye, thank ye for that, Purredator One!” Horice said as he lay on his side. “That be a mighty close call.”
Humphrey got to his paws and helped Amber up. “Horice can mew use your magick ju-ju here?” he asked quickly, then right before his eyes, he saw the black box open up into a giant inflatable cushion that spanned most of the lawn.
Horice stared at the giant black rubberised shock-absorber cushion and then said. “Aye me magick ju-ju does be working 'ere but it be a little hit and miss.”
Amber was trembling, tears streaming from her eyes as she wailed inconsolably, watching her falling comrades.
“Horice, mew need to get that ju-ju fired up now and stop this now!” Humphrey said, pointing skywards.
The giant sapphire on Horice's forehead began to glow, then pulse with an ethereal blue light, just like it had done way-back-when on the island, and in the next breath, everything stopped, like stopped completely.
** 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? We've got a whole week to wait!!
OH MY COD!!!!!
We can't believe what maniacs the P.I.T.H. are, what will happen now they've started a firefight?
It looks like Armageddon above your garden, can mew contain it?
Who is this Horice?
And what kind of magick ju-ju does he have?
[Mew can read all about Horice's magical powers in our Pirate Adventure at some point]
How is it possible that he made time stop?
Will that cushion be enough to save mew and Parsley?
What are the other residents and Parish Council of Mewton-Clawson going to say about their quaint and quiet village being turned into a war zone?
Who will take responsibility for the damage caused?
Oh, and can we get a chopper with voice control? That sounds really fun.
etc...
We're sure mew probably have many more, but to be honest, we can't think of any right now, as I've still got to save Parsley and myself, and the P.I.T.H.-heads have started a war, and OH MY COD IT'S ALL GONE WRONG!
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 on Sunday for Chapter Nine.
Until then
DON'T GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!!!
Epic purrs
Commander Basil
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Amazing action, WOW!
ReplyDeleteIt just keeps getting better!
ReplyDeleteWow, so much happening! I don't know if it is safe to start breathing ag ain or not!
ReplyDeleteChaos! How's this gonna go? We are biting our claws in anticipation.
ReplyDeleteEveryone's ears are up here, all cupped open wide for what happens next!
ReplyDeleteWow 🙀 what's next?
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