A Browser Tale

Chapter 7

Capt. Smith was sprawled all over the floor with mashed potatoes. A quick scan at him tells me he's been lifeless for at the very least : 2.3 mins. Fuck! I could have.... I could have done something....He was fucking dying and all I did was wait outside.

How..... But...There was no sound. He didn't say anything...

I wasn't able to hear anything.

Shit! I pulled out my super long-ass too lazy to say the whole name gun and shifted like a madman from one direction to another. "Show yourself!" I yelled.

I scrambled out of the toilet's room, quickly scanning the area with my built-in perimeter base detector which I unfortunately only bother using in life threatening situations like this. It felt like all the training back then was coming back to me. 

I won't let myself die here. I have.... 

I have a princess to rescue. I have a brother to stop.... 

 I have a world to save.

You know what? Scratch that. I have my own ass to save.

HEAT SIGNATURE DETECTED: 2ND FLOOR, WEAPONS ROOM. Just great. I hurried my way there and holy... the walls displayed some majestic sets of high class toys I'd love to use on Mozilla.

The stupid "intruder" whoever the hell he/she was,  stood on the most noticeable spot on the room. The spotlighted-corner. Where the hologram of the Elite Imperial Army and Royal Rescue Team was.

"Come on up here and fight me, you ugly geezer!!" I snarled and such an obedient little opponent this was. The intruder wore a cliche black hooded cloak that made it impossible to make out his identity. If I could just get closer look, I could cough up a few intel with my.....

SWOOSH*

In the blink of an eye, he sliced through a strand of my hair in midair. What the fuck was that speed?! Only soldiers of the Elite Army could possibly.... I turned around in shock, my eyes widened. My scanner won't work with insane digits speeds like that.

"So it's swordfight, huh?" I retorted, to which he didn't respond to. Whatever. "Let's dance." I whispered aaand "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I pounced and attacked like it was all I ever knew, and he blocked every single one of them. Dammit!!

"Tough nut?" I raised an eyebrow. I snapped a finger and turned off the lights. Power manipulation is one of my favorite abilities to toy with and good for me, he didn't seem to see that coming because I was able to get a full blow on his back and he's pushed all the way to the wall and BANG! Mashed potatoes.

I rushed to the one-trick douche who laid bleeding on the floor and pulled his hood back and OHHHH!!! I was right!!! HE IS AN OLD GEEZERRRRR. "The hell are you messing with my flight?" I spat out.

"Stupid child." his grizzled face muttered. "You just knocked out on of the engines, you brainless moron."

Huh? I cocked my head to the smoking engine tanks.