Fortnite: Strike Team E.G.O

Chapter 9: Peely

Turk's POV

Me and Journey were the first of us to put our hands in the air, and then Rippley and 8-Ball in turn. I was surprised to see that the person holding the pistol in front of us was none other than the banana man from the Ghost base camp. I flinched slightly, but I don't know why, though. I shook my head dismissively.
The banana obviously couldn't speak because he remained silent instead of shouting a threat at us, or mocking us, or anything really. I looked to Journey and she looked at me, distressed.
Rippley broke the awkward silence, "Blorg... (Uh oh...)"
"I recognise you." I joked uncomfortably. The banana aimed the gun closer to me, so I continued, "Hey-hey-hey! Is there any paper? How about that stuff in the table? This is your house, right? Right?"
"What are you doing?!" Journey hissed beside me.
"I don't know!"
The banana picked a spare sheet of paper and looked up at me. He then wrote something on the paper. As he was writing, Rippley and 8-Ball made their way down the stairs and beside us. We saw him writing something that seemed like... a question?

Who are you?

Pretty simple. I could answer that question easily, as he guessed his friends would too.
"I'm Turk," I put it simply, " And this is Journey, Rippley and 8-Ball."
"Sup." 8-Ball indicated himself.
The banana man shook his head at me and grabbed the paper again, this time writing faster and more vigorously. He was most likely writing more words than the three he had written the previous time.

If we're sharing names, then I'm Peely. But that's not what I mean.

"What do you mean? Oh! Yes, me and my friends are agents of Ghost, like you." I explained briefly.
"Wait, he's with Ghost? How do you know?" Journey whispered.
"I saw him at the base camp."
Peely nodded and put the paper onto the table. He then noticed that we had noticed the drawing/design of a new gun on the table. Surprisingly, though, he didn't hide it away and instead grabbed the paper and started to scribble words down on it.
He looked up occasionally, as if expecting us to do something, but we didn't. We waited patiently for him to finish. Well, most of us did. 8-Ball has gotten bored and wandered off, only to come back as Peely finished writing. Peely passed me the now very full piece of paper.

I call the weapon the Recycler. I want it to be powerful, but I just don't know how to do that yet. But I'm sure I can do that eventually. I may even be able to sneak it into a battle royale to test it.

It was an interesting weapon, all right. But I'm not sure it will be powerful. It had a motor, almost like a car, and according to one of the drawing's annotations it used objects as its ammo. Taking it would honestly be risky if you didn't know what you were doing.
Turk reviewed Brutus' plan in his head. If the woods was safe thanks to Peely, the next place to go would be Slurpy Swamp, right? That was what he said to do, after all. Go to the woods then curve around to the swamp.
"Well, Peely, I think we're done here." I put my hands-on my hips.
"That was simple." Journey shrugged, "Too simple."
"If Peely's staying in this lodge then he can protect this place from Shadow."
"I don't think we've checked enough."
"If it makes you feel any better, me and 8-Ball can go check out the surrounding area."
So that was what I did. 8-Ball did not appreciate being asked to do more work. Journey and Rippley stayed behind with Peely at his house; we planned to meet them back there in 30-ish minutes.
The trees were all so beautiful, but they were also very hard to see through. 8-Ball looked around everywhere, almost like if he scowered the entire forest now, he wouldn't need to search any more. Which was not going to happen. Not on my watch, anyway.
"What are we even looking fooooooor?" 8-Ball groaned.
"Shadow." I replied.
"Be more specific."
"Fine. Those four. You know who I mean."
"Can I kill them this time?"
"No! Just knock them out, we need to question them."
"Aww."
I rolled my eyes at 8-Ball, and I could almost feel his own eyes pierce me open from behind his mask. I just wish that 8-Ball could be more rational, and not like... this. I don't like what 8-Ball thinks is correct. It isn't fine, but I am yet to try and stop him. But an argument now, when we're trying to uncover this 'weapon,' that Shadow has created would be a bad thing.
8-Ball moved suddenly and his head moved around a lot. I caught his eye and he put his finger on his lips. He had seen someone. And that someone was none other than Scratch.
"You." Scratch hissed.
"We didn't do anything to you. Why are you following us?" I asked.
"Your sin is existing in the first place."
"Turk, can I shut this one up? Please?" 8-Ball whispered to me, pulling out a knife from his pocket.
I grabbed his arm, "Don't do anything yet. I'll give you a signal."
"Gotcha."
"Stop plotting amongst yourselves and face me like men." Scratch sneered.
I looked at 8-Ball as he watched me expectantly, waiting for the signal. But not yet, Scratch still wasn't a giant threat to our lives. Scratch edged forwards and I threw my previous thought process out of the window. I clicked my fingers.
"You know, Scratch, you're ugly." I laughed dramatically.
Scratch pulled a gun out of his belt, "A 3-year-old could've made a better insult than- OW!"
8-Ball had perfectly sent a knife into Scratch's muscly thigh, and blood was oozing out of the wound, staining Scratch's white uniform. Scratch yanked the knife out of his leg and threw it on the floor, screaming in pain and anger. And then he flopped onto the floor.
"The best part, Turk, was that I used a poisoned knife." 8-Ball giggled happily, "But Scratch was right, your insults are terrible."
"Is he dead?" I asked, poking Scratch's arm with my foot.
"Didn't you want to question him? He's just knocked out."
"Oh. Uh, thanks."
"You grab his arms, and I'll grab his legs."
It took us just under ten minutes to drag Scratch all the way back to Peely's house. I might have accidentally dropped him into a river. When we got back, Journey, Rippley and Peely were playing Uno at the table that did have the drawings on it.
"Blorg blorg blorg. (I've won five in a row now.)" Rippley smirked.
"I'm not very good at this, am I?" Journey blushed. Journey looked cute when she blushed. I shook my head; why did I just think that?
"Blorg? Blorg! (Guys? Come on over!)"
"Turk!"
"Hi! I bought a present for you." I joked, hauling Scratch onto the table.
"Your present in bleeding."
"Blorg. (Ew.)" Rippley shuddered.
8-Ball looked proud of himself, "Turk let me almost kill him."
We hadn't even noticed that Peely had been absent until he reappeared holding a whole pile of rope. Journey said thanks to him and then we tied up Scratch. He only squirmed a little, being about half awake at that point.
"Look after him. I'm gonna make a quick call." I whipped out my phone.
"Sure." Journey nodded.
"Pick up pick up... Diana? Ya there?"
Within the hour, Remedy, Brutus and surprisingly, Ocean had arrived at Peely's lodge. Remedy patched up Scratch's leg, and Brutus and Ocean watched him expectantly. I could tell that Ocean thought Scratch was handsome.
Scratch woke up fully and spoke, "Mmf... Toxin?"
"Wrong." Remedy smirked.
Scratch started to bite down on his own teeth. I was confused until Remedy pulled out a small, odd-looking pill from her pocket and shaking it in his face.
"Looking for this?" Remedy sneered.
"Poison?" I asked.
"Yup."
"Damn it!" Scratch shouted.
"You're handsome." Ocean stroked Scratch's chest.
"G-get offa me!"
"Ok, Scratch, what's going to happen is Brutus will ask you a question, and if you don't answer it then Brutus will let my baby girl kiss you." Brutus explained.
"Please don't speak!" Ocean smiled creepily.
I laughed quietly to myself, "Brilliant."
"You think it's funny, but Scratch looks so similar to me that I'm all I see on that table right now. I really don't want Ocean to kiss me, uh, him." 8-Ball whispered back.
"Ok, let's start. Who are you?" Brutus folded his arms.
"Scratch." Scratch answered shakily.
"Well, I know that."
"Then be more specific."
"Sure - what are you in Shadow's eyes?"
"I'm- can you ask her to stop staring at me?"
"Ocean. Later."
"Ok, daddy." Ocean sighed.
"I'm part of a strike team known as A.L.T.E.R. We do Chaos Agent's dirty work for him so he doesn't have to." Scratch wailed, "NOW GET HER OFF OF ME!"
"Brutus is sorry, baby girl. I know you like bad boys, but this boy here is just scared." Brutus patted Ocean's shoulder sympathetically.
"I'm enjoying this way too much." Journey whispered to Rippley, who laughed.
"Turk, Peely, all of you, thanks for capturing him. Might take him back to do a bit more personal investigating, now. Farewell."
And with that, Brutus and Ocean untied Scratch. My heart skipped a beat as he went to leap up, before Brutus stuck something in his leg which made him go to sleep again. Brutus picked up Scratch and started to carry him back.
"Bye, Peely." Journey waved, and she, Rippley and Remedy left.
I saw that Peely was writing something down on that one piece of paper again. Once he finished, he put it down in front of us.

Stay as long as you want to.

"We really won't be long, Peely." I let him know.
I looked at 8-Ball, and then he looked back at me. I knew that we were both thinking the same thing - why was Scratch is Weeping Woods?

TO BE CONTINUED...

No way - I updated my Fortnite story xD. It was about time that I continued it - it's been probably half a year now since I last updated it... anyway, have a nice day or night, guys! :)

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