HANG ON TIGHT GUYS, THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD NIGHT!!!
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~ Chapter Four ~
The M-Unit
Mew know I’ve never lied to my team, but Melvyn’s identity and where he came from needed to be more secret than the real purpose of the great pyramids of Giza. And by not telling anypawdy, I was in my own way protecting them. Though in this moment I could see the hurt I caused to those I loved the most, and I felt devastated by my stupidity.
Just as I was about to explain
further, the Control Room doors swooshed open, and I heard Parsley growl
menacingly. “Get your furry backsides in there, NOW!”
In the next second Smooch, Fudge and Humphrey had their
weapons pointing straight behind me, and the safety’s were off.
Spinning around, I saw Parsley herding in four Maine Coon cats;
they were big brawny cats, armoured up and looking as mean as hell.
‘Could this night get any worse?’ I thought.
“I just found these four lurking down the corridor,” Parsley
said. “Seriously, they were just hanging out down there, having a little
confab. I asked them what the fluff they were doing here, who the fluff they are,
and how the fluff did they even get inside? But now, they aren’t a very
talkative bunch!”
Miss Warts and Mogs, who’d been standing quietly, nodded at
the newcomers. The four nodded back.
“Basil, seriously dude, mew need to tell us what the fluff
is going on here right now!” Smooch said, coming to stand by me. “This isn’t
like mew, mew don’t keep secrets, please tell us… please!”
‘How the fluff did this all just unravel in the
last thirty minutes,’ I wondered. Then said. “B Team met Bomber,
his brother Shadow,” indicating towards the two huge black cats, and then at the
white, and silver cats. “And this is Ice and Smoke.”
The B Team looked at the Maine Coons with unease, guns
still pointed, but never said a word.
So I continued. “Dudes, Bomber and his unit were waiting at
the coordinates in 2033, and they helped me rescue Melvyn and bring him back to
BBHQ, I can’t go into the details now, but I promise they are on our side.” I took
a breath. “If it weren’t for these brave Resistance Fighters, Melvyn and I
would have never made it back to BBHQ.”
Amber spoke. “So, they’ve been living here in the bunker
for the last few weeks?”
“That’s why mew sealed off Level Fourteen, isn’t it?” Fudge
accused. “They’ve been living there!”
I nodded. “Shadow and Ice were badly injured. I couldn’t
leave them in the future for the Purrminators to capture and finish them off,
could I?”
Posie said. “And that’s why I found the cabinets in the Med
Bay emptied literally overnight, and all the extra deliveries. It was for
them?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Why didn’t mew ask us for help?” Posie asked.
Bomber stepped forward. “I asked Commander Basil not to
tell mew because…” his voice was deep and powerful. “Because in our future,
anypawdy who knew about Melvyn was killed, and in all the timelines we tried to
rescue him, anypawdy that knew of his existence were slaughtered. They were
hunted down and purrmanently purrminated. It was vital for all of mew, for your
safety, not to know. Melvyn is the last hope for the future, the survival of
the world as mew know it depends on one thing.”
My team waited for the answer. “That one thing is that
Melvyn lives, and me and my team will give our lives to make sure that he does.
We are his purrsonal protection team.”
Ice, Shadow and Smoke all nodded and hit a clenched paw to
their hearts. “HOOAH!” They growled in unison.
“Well fluff me!” Parsley said, lowering his weapon and
adding, “HOOAH!”
The entire B Team HOOAH’d, and Melvyn sat looking a little
bewildered. Bomber knelt down in front of the kitten and said. “Don’t fear young
Melvyn, The M-Unit has your six.”
My head was spinning. This night was just getting beyond complicated.
I turned to Snowie and said. “Snowie, get Horice on comms and tell him to get
Chuffer, Winston, G.D., Solitaire, and MadCat down to Level Sixteen, and to use
the freight elevator. Let them know there’s already a full armoury plus ammo,
Camomile knows where it is. Tell them to engage the emergency lockdown for the
entire level and make sure they set the infrared alarms, and they should be
safe in there. Better that they are with Fudge’s Magical Menagerie and they can
all look out for each other.”
Snowie nodded and tapped her comms unit, relaying the
message.
Miss Warts and Moggs stepped forward. “Commander Basil, I
fear that we have very little time and everything will culminate in the next
few hours.”
Parsley had introduced Miss Warts and Moggs to the team, as
until this point, everything else had got in the way.
“I’m very sorry for the lack of introductions, thank mew
Parsley,” I said gratefully. “Now, Miss Warts, please tell us why mew’re here.”
Just as she was about to speak, the landline phone on
Snowie’s desk rang. She glanced at me and then picked up the receiver. “Good
evening,” she purred. “This is the Cats Whiskers Holistic Health
Retreat, my name is Suki how may I help mew?” (Snowie always answers the landline
line like that, as mew never know who may be calling.)
I indicated for her to put it on the loudspeaker.
“This is C.J. Catkin Director of the F.I.B.(aka Field Intelligence Bureau), I
need to speak with Commander Basil urgently.”
“C.J.,” I said answered coldly. The last time we spoke, I was
spitting fur as he’d left my old team to rot in a demon dimension for five
years and let me believe they were dead. “What do mew want?”
“Basil, I know mew and I parted on bad terms, however, a serious
situation has come to light and I am calling to warn mew as it’s unfolding around
Mewton-Clawson.”
I didn’t answer, so he continued. “There’s been a massive
surge in cosmic-fluence, and our satellites are picking up strange energy
signatures popping up all over the area.”
My team looked at me. The M-Unit bristled, and Miss Warts
and Mogs shook their heads in dismay.
“We zoomed in on several of the energy signatures, and I
don’t know how to say this, but there’s some type of winged, red dinosaurs
running around your neck of the woods, and I don’t mean to be the harbinger of
more bad news, but there are also dozens of zombie cats amassing and heading
directly towards your bunker.”
The silence stretched out, and C.J. said. “Mew know about it
already, don’t mew?”
“Yes, C.J.,” I replied. “We’ve just had a run-in with one
of the raptors, Parsley killed it, or so we thought.”
“What do mew mean, or so we thought?” C.J. demanded.
Letting out a breath, I filled him in on what we’d just
witnessed via the drone footage.
“This is so bad!” C.J. sighed warily.
“Tell us about it!” I shot back. “We’re right in the thick
of it.”
“What’s your plan?”
“We hadn’t got that far, as we’re still gathering intel,” I
responded. “Now if mew don’t mind, my team and I have to go as we need to take
care of things before it really kicks off.”
Miss Warts stepped forward and said. “I am very sorry to interrupt
you, however, I feel that what I have to say will impact the F.I.B. too.”
“Who are mew?” C.J. demanded.
“My name is Miss Warts, and I am an Oracle Nisse from the
Age of Enlightenment,” she said calmly. “Also, I am the Headmistress of
Mogwarts Academy of Magical Sciences & Alternative Arts.”
C.J. paused for a moment, and we heard the frantic tapping
on a keyboard in the background. “Ah, I have heard of mew,” C.J. spoke
cautiously. “Mew are the one who takes orphan cats and trains them to be
magical familiars aren’t mew?”
“That is correct,” Miss Warts replied. “I am here to assist
Commander Basil and his team in their perilous quest this evening with my
familiar, Mogs, and we have vital information that will help.”
The Control Room was deathly silent as we waited for Miss
Warts to impart this crucial intel.
“In my dimension,” she began. “A small coven of
necromancers who worship all that is dark and malevolent awakened a great evil,”
she paused and conferred telepathically with Mogs. “They are hellbent on
destroying all that is good and light in the world. They want darkness to reign
supreme and anyone that is not of the dark must be eradicated, and that is why they
unleashed the evil entity on the fringe of Mogwarts, as we are the largest
establishment of our kind in the known universe and our light shines the
brightest.”
“That’s why mew wanted us to come to your dimension,” I
said.
“Yes, Mogs and I thought that if you came to us, that mew
and your team could possibly conquer the evil at the source,” she said. “But sadly,
the necromancers found out about our plan, and learned of you and your team,
who are the brightest lights for good in the universe, and your history of
dealing with the darkness and evil is unsurpassed.”
Mogs spoke, his voice was smooth and charismatic. “They
learned that Commander Basil and The B Team are the most formidable fighting
force for good over evil, and they recalibrated their plan to come to your
dimension to exterminate mew from existence before returning to our dimension
to finish the rest of us off.”
Miss Warts continued. “The entity that they awakened is called Crimsona Ubel, which means red evil. She
was once a sorceress who sold her soul to the Dark Lord for dominion and power
over our realm. However, the soul exchange didn’t go as planned, and she ended
up trapped between dimensions until now, and the necromancers have been
stealing our students and feeding them to Crimsona to restore her lost powers.”
Mogs added. “Six students
have gone missing in the last three weeks. We found a body yesterday, well I
say body, it was nothing more than a mummified husk. It had been completely
sucked dry.”
There were gasps of horror
and dismay for the loss of an innocent. Fudge nudged me. “Dude, this is so bad!”
Amber asked. “How long
until this Crimsona thing is fully restored and back to full power?”
“About another week. We
think they are working in conjunction with a rare celestial alignment which culminates
on the evening of the seventh day of the eleventh month, the seven eleven
alignment,” Miss Warts answered. “That’s when she can harvest the powers in
exchange for her soul.”
“Therefore, they have sent
these creatures tonight, on All Hallows’ Eve, as the veil between the dimensions
is at its thinnest,” Mogs said. “And they want to eradicate mew in your world, and
then mew will never come to our aid at Mogwarts to stop this event from
happening.”
I hissed, as I was now really fluffed off. “Mew mean those necromancers
think they can come here, to my home turf and start a fluffing war, and we won’t
retaliate!”
Pandora’s paws began to glow bright red. “Basil, something
isn’t right.”
I spun to look at the monitors, but then I felt it. A cold,
tickly dread dancing all over my hackles and the bunker A.I. said in her
robotic voice, “Bunker Breach on level seven. The secret service chute and
elevator up to ground level has been breached.”
“Cameras live on monitors one, two, and three,” Humphrey
said.
We all turned and stared at the screens, and my heart sank.
**AND CUT**
Guys, mew know how we roll, so many apologies to cut it right there, but we will say, OH MY COD, it's really heating up at BBHQ, can we take the pressure???? MOL
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