Evil Wayne: Serials
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#91Meanwhile... [If you have to -- reread up to #72.]42Becky forced the door closed, then sealed it. "What about Bob?" I asked. She began moving down the corridor, "We haven't much time." "T-MINUS SIX MINUTES, THIRTY SECONDS," the speakers blared over the alarm. "But Bob..." I felt bad leaving him. It looked like there were about five 4S agents on him. Becky stopped and turned to face me. "Look," she said. "Bob may have sacrificed his life so we can get to the Firing Room. Let's not let that go to waste, okay?" I nodded. We rounded a corner and, with a controlled burst, Becky wiped out a couple of guards. We picked up their guns (we're not stupid movie people). I guess I felt cocky with two automatic weapons in my hands. I mean, if Becky hadn't been in the lead, I would have run right into the next squad. #92Becky was about ten feet ahead of me.She rounded the next turn, but then came running back, waving at me. She ducked into a side room. "What?" I said as she yanked me inside. I got my answer. "HALT!" followed by gunfire. Becky leaned out and let a burst go. The chicks with the bad attitudes took up positions inside other doorways and around the corner. "Shit!" she said, letting another burst go. "What?" "They've got us pinned." I peaked out, a bullet whizzed by my head. Yup, we were pinned, "Well?" she said. "Well what?" I said, but I knew what she wanted with that look in her eyes. "We're sort of buttoned up in here," she said softly, leaning in to me. And I did embrace those lips again. As she started I felt like we were forgetting something. "T-MINUS FIVE MINUTES." #93"Shit! That's what we're forgetting," I said standing up."We've got to save mankind." "Right, right," she said buttoning her blouse. Then she stood and took a peak outside. Crossfire indicated our friends were still out there. "Damn," I said. Then I took a long look at the room we were in. There were shelves and racks of boxes and stuff. A supply room! "Keep 'em occupied," I said and Becky fired a salvo out the door. I began rummaging through the boxes. Most of it was junk. Food, clothing, etc. I threw some of the cans out the door and watched them obliterated by the reaction fire. Then I found what I was looking for. String. I opened the crated with the grenades (it was labeled) and rigged them so I could just pull the string to pull all their pins at once. "STAND BACK!' I shouted and threw the crate out the door pulling the string. I jumped on top of Becky, shielding my head. KA-BOOOOM! #94I looked up as the smoke and dust settled."Wow!" I said, but my ears were ringing. "Huh?" Becky asked getting to her feet. "What?" I asked. I shook my head to get rid of that ringing. Things were muffled, but one thing came through clearly. "T-MINUS FOUR MINUTES, THIRTY SECOND." Becky was already out the corridor, but I needed something else. I grabbed a large duffel bag and shoved a few things I think we would be needing into it and ran after her into the mangled corridor. [And that carnage was intense, mind you. I was amazed at what a crate of grenades could to to steel --never mind people.] Becky zigged and zagged through a bunch of corridors, the bag was heavy, so I lagged behind. Finally I caught up with her at the end of a long corridor. A pair of guards lay at her feet as she played with the computer access to the only door. "I'm having problems with the codes," she said, not looking up. I glanced behind us in time to see a rather large group of 4S commandos turning the corridor. #95"Ah, Becky...?" I tapped her shoulder."Wait a sec, I almost got it," she was tapping in code numbers at a furious rate. Ah, blessed are the ignorant. The large group of Ramboettes43 were advancing rather slowly. I guess they couldn't figure out why we were just standing there. The steroid mentality, go figure. I began to tap her shoulder more rapidly. "I think I got it," she replied. "I got it!" there was a tone and that soft hiss in every scifi flick when an air-tight door opens. "GO!" I screamed, because now those beefed-up girl scouts realized just what we were doing. They took the appropriate action and charged. Becky turned, looked, was shocked and jumped through the door. Then I lumbered through that bag was getting heavy. Becky played with the controls, but they were coming fast. Then, quite suddenly there was an explosion rocking the boat. Those chicks fell over like a bunch of bowling pins. I couldn't figure it (see #88) but it bought us enough time to close the door. We were in. "T-MINUS THREE MINUTES" 42. I'm still not apologizing for it, but this is clearly just poor planning. While Episodes 73-80 were backing up to see how Kevin and Lee had survived and found the P-51, Episodes 81-90 should have been inter spliced with these Episodes to provide an easier transition from the backup. 43. See, Sylvester Stallone in First Blood, 1982; Ramo: First Blood II, 1985; Rambo III, 1988; and --I kid you not-- Rambo IV, 2006. |
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