Sprayfire

Prologue: Routines

Prologue: Routines

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"I'll have a double cheeseburger, a large soda, and medium fries."

Normally, I would get to enjoy a quarter of an hour alone with some nice relaxing music, while eating my lunch like this, but today is a little bit different. My buddy Jaydee came to Alpine Grill - with some breaking news. He mentioned a lot of things. Firstly, our close friend Beatrice is coming in a few days to visit and check on us.

"Wait what?! Dude you can't be serious... She's actually gonna visit?!", I said.

"Yeah... *munch* ...but that's not all.", Jaydee replied.

More news kept coming at me. Production of this new rifle back at camp, this tree planting session tomorrow, and some other random things. I thought I went here to eat my lunch and have a few flashbacks - not a talk show with mister know-it-all. And then, he spoke...

"Oh... and, there's one more thing. We're being called to go to HQ for some sorta special mission briefing or something.", said Jaydee.

"Then we gotta go! Pronto!", I shouted as I sort of panicked.

We hopped in the van, and went to HQ. It was a pretty long drive, since the Headquarters was placed in some mountain ranges or something. Finally, we arrived.

"Welcome back, men!", said a loud voice.

"*salutes* Greetings, General Mitchel!", said Jaydee, as I felt somewhat uneasy; until I realized...

"OH SHOOT! I FORGOT MY LUNCH AT ALPINE'S!!!", I yelled in shock.

Everyone looked at me - staring quietly...

"*ahem* So, are we gonna sit around here all day and act like sitting ducks or something? Let's get a move on, people!", said a stern voice.

There she was. The newest person in the army; General Fiona She had Bart SMG-24's in her pockets, and she's the only General allowed to have her OWN, personalized, modified M248 machine gun. You could say she was previously a rebel, but she's just crazy - especially on the battlefield. She was a tough nut to crack, and the machete sheathed in a leather case, hanging on her back - certainly proves it.

"A'ight short stuff, *cracks neck* where are we being dragged off to?", Gen. Fiona asked.

"That's General Mitchel to you, Ms. Gwyneth.", says Gen. Mitchel.

"Who put you in charge of this place anyway - Sir Grammar Man?", Gen. Fiona replied arrogantly.

"I'll have you know that I have been serving this army for a few years now, and -"

"I've been in tons of rebellions; I am honored as a great warrior, and I come to you as a general - one of your rankmates - yet I am treated like a new cadet?!", Gen. Fiona interrupted, as she started to become infuriated.

"I know that - I know all that, but all I'm saying is that it wouldn't kill you to show respect. I mean come on -", said Gen. Mitchel, as he suddenly gets interrupted by heavy footsteps, causing the ground to shake a little.

"What... is that...", said Gen. Mitchel.

"Get behind me - I got this...", Gen. Fiona replied, as she pulled out her two Bart SMG-24's and aims it at the direction where we heard the loud footsteps.

Jaydee and I do as we were told. The sound got louder, and heavier. It was coming from the tunnel that connected the carpark and hangar to the Main Lobby.

"EVERYONE STAY CLEAR!", shouted Gen. Fiona, as she readied to pull the triggers.

The shaking stopped, as a stout looking man appeared from the tunnel.

"*groan* Too much pizza and pasta - *hic* - bro...", the stout man said.

From there came out a stout officer, looking quite...sick. It seems as if he had a whole 32" pizza all to himself. He had the usual soldier armor; the usual Kevlar and equipment - what I don't understand about him was his style. In his pockets were two Leadster .50's - dyed metallic pink. He wore a My Little Pony hat, instead of a helmet. He also had a pink sash - with tons of bullets, and a few grenades.

"Colonel Russ?! Did you devour the whole Italian pantry again?!", shouted Gen. Mitchel, as he tried to remain calm.

"Uhh... YOLO?", replied Col. Russ.

"*facepalm* Nevermind; I'll give the mission briefing first.", said Gen. Mitchel.