Flippy And Fliqpy Roleplay!

SECTION 4: A NEW MISSION Part 4

Flippy's head was screaming at him. He was a burden for his brother again. Without him so weak, he had to help him walk, when he could be faster and more effective.
When he looked at his brother's face, he frowned. Fliqpy had an almost crazy look, the blood on him wasn't helping. He looked very shaken up by what has just happened.

"Fliq'... are you okay ?..."

He was a bit worried, but now wasn't really the time. But he made sure to note in his mind, to check on him later, once they'd be out of this hell.
His grips on the rifle he gor from a dead body, tightened. They would get out, and he wasn't going to be just an unhelpful meat bag his brother would have to drag around. He would help as much as he could, even if he was hurt and weak. He couldn't let his brother down after all of this.

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Flippy suddenly let go of him and stood up by himself.

"I'll be fine."

He said sternly and his brother rolled his eyes.

"No you won't. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

He glared slightly and carried on walking.

"Stay behind and..."

"No."

Flippy said sternly and grabbed Fliqpys shoulder.

"I'm okay, I want to help too. We will get out of here together."

Fliqpy would usually be fine with this, but this time he knew there was no way on earth he could let this happen.

"Hell no. "

He said, and used an ID card he took off the dead soldiers to open a cell that thankfully was empty. He shoved his brother inside.

"I'll be back soon"

He said and locked the door, before walking off.
This would be fun...

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"No ! Fliqpy let me out !"

Flippy screamed, hitting the door. He tried to opened it but it was definitively shut. He tried for some time, to get out, with no results.
After that, he sat on the ground. Why did he do that ?! He just wanted to help ! He just... wanted to...
Maybe even his brother realized he was useless. Tears came to his eyes but Flippy wiped them off. He couldn't help, even if he wanted to. In a way, Fliqpy was right to do that, he would end up screwing everything up if he came with him.
Flippy was still angry at him, but even more at himself. He was weak, he was a burden to everyone. And he hated that.
He was still panting from he fight he had with the door. His injuries was still giving painful so, since he had some time to kill before his brother came back, he ripped the bottom of his shirt to bandage himself.

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Fliqpy walked through the corridors, using his small handgun to take out single soldiers, rifle to take out groups, and grenades to take out bigger groups, as well as planting some on his way through the hallways. He ignored his brother, knowing this would be for his own good. He just let him stay safe and took care of everyone around on his own.

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It was really a mess outside. Flippy could hear screams, explosions and shooting. Some solider ran past his cell, running toward his brother, he guessed. Even if he was still angry with him, he was worried. There was a lot of soliders in the base, would Fliqpy be able to stop them all ? At least it was what he wanted. If it wasn't, why would he lock him up instead of running away together ?
Flippy finished his bandages and stood up. He tried again to open the door, still without results. After all, it was built to resist such assaults. At one point, Flippy nearly lost his balance. He felt weak and black spots were sprouting in front of his eyes. He has lost too much blood to be this active. He was forced to sit gain, waiting to feel better, or for his brother to came back.