Fortnite: Strike Team E.G.O

Chapter 5 Part 2: The Enemy

Riptide's POV

  The middle island, containing two cabins, had much more in store than it showed. This was one of Shadow's main outposts, known as The Eye Land. Riptide and his fellow strike team members, Chic, Hazard and Scratch watched over the surrounding area for Ghost members attempting to infiltrate.
  Chaos Agent, leader of Shadow on this island, was in one of the buildings, although Riptide didn't know which one. Chic looked at Riptide and pressed the small, black intercom in her ear.
"Are you sure that we should stay out here? There's no-one." Chic sighed.
Riptide pressed his own intercom, "The boss told us to stay here so we are staying."
"I've got to agree with Chic on this one. We'd be a lot more useful elsewhere." Scratch replied.
"Chaos Agent gave us a post, so we stay at the post. I am your leader, so I command you."
"OK boomer." Chic laughed.
"Don't even try that with me."
"Haha!" Hazard laughed.
"Stop laughing!"
  Riptide switched off his walkie talkie as the others chatted through theirs. Slackers. All of them. Riptide decided that he needed to let them all off for the day before he snapped. He switched his intercom on, "Go."
"What?" Hazard asked.
"Just have the rest of the day off."
"Nice."
  Riptide watched the three walk over to a picnic table inbetween the cabins. Chaos Agent walked out and joined them. Riptide was annoyed that Chaos Agent noticed their break instead of him working his butt off. All he ever did was work. All they ever did was want to paint each other's nails. Apart from Scratch. He wouldn't let the girls anywhere near his nails.
  Riptide walked over to the group at the table. As usual, Scratch listened but didn't speak a lot. Chic was having a very dramatic conversation with Hazard and Chaos Agent was laughing along with them. Riptide couldn't help but think about how kind Chaos Agent was for a Shadow agent.
  He just as well be leader, he was the only person who was both evil and productive. Well, Chaos Agent was evil but he was too trusting. But not Riptide. He trusted nobody. Not even himself.
"So then, what are you lot talking about? And which one of you is going to keep watch!?" Riptide asked gruffly.
"Oh, loosen up ya big bag of bones." Chic sighed.
"They're only having a break." Chaos Agent facepalmed.
"This is serious business, sir." Riptide snarled.
"Do you miss wittle Turk? Your nephew?"
"I told you not to tell anyone about that."
"What if I told you that Turk was going to one of our outposts?"
"What?"
"Not just him. Also a blob and a girl. And Scratch, if you care, your twin 8-Ball."
Scratch scoffed, "That traitor. He betrayed our family. I won't let-"
"We've heard your speech a million times before. Try stuffing a doughnut down your throat. It'll make a good alternative to your annoying talking."
"How dare you!"
"Let's face it Scratch, although you're always talking about betrayal and revenge against 8-Ball, you aren't a great ninja." Riptide sneered.
"I am!"
"You wear white. And you're always stuffing your face. Try eating less, eh, chubby?"
  Scratch stabbed the table with one of his shurikens and then stormed off. Chic and Hazard gave him an annoyed look. Chaos Agent sighed and thumped his head against the table.
"We're a team, Riptide. Trash talk the other side." Hazard groaned.
"I'll get him to stop sulking." Chaos Agent scoffed, getting up and going inside.
  The group went silent as the moment became awkward. Chic eventually stroked her well done hair with her hands and turned to Riptide.
"Can I come with you to take down those four?" Chic asked.
"Why did you assume there was a mission involved?" Riptide looked at her.
"When did I ever say about missions?"
"I'm going whether Chaos Agent tells me to or not. I want to take them down. I want to feel their blood in my palms." Hazard growled.
"I'm going to ask Chaos Agent if we can go." Riptide told them.
  Scratch and Chaos Agent walked out of the building. Scratch was carrying four sets of keys. He placed three in the table, bought out a fifth and then walked over to a boat.
"Grab a pair of keys and get in the boat. We're going to the REDACTED bunker." he told them, "Also, I want that shuriken back."

Turk's POV

  The sun on Turk's back made his head hurt and his body all sweaty. The effect of the sun were also noticeable on Journey and 8-Ball. On the other hand, Rippley seemed to be loving the heat. 8-Ball flopped to the floor.
"I can't take this anymore!" 8-Ball panted.
"We have to keep moving, 8-Ball." Journey gasped for air.
"Can't we just have a small break?"
"At nightfall." Turk panted.
"Fine!"
  8-Ball removed the upper half of his suit, revealing a small six pack and slightly muscly arms. Turk suddenly felt uncomfortable looking at 8-Ball's bare chest. But it was a good idea, so despite being uncomfortable displaying himself, he took of his orange rubber dungarees and shirt and walked on. He had dark green trousers on underneath. Journey blushed.
"Would you please put your shirts on?" Journey stuttered.
"Blorg blorg blorg! (Someone's got a crush!)" Rippley blorged.
"I don't... that's why I want you to put your shirts on."
"You love us?" 8-Ball asked mockingly.
"8-Ball!"
"OK OK, sorry."
  Turk, feeling guilty, put his shirt on but kept his dungarees off. But 8-Ball remained how he was. Journey looked a little less uncomfortable. They were probably about three quarters of the way there. They'd most likely be waiting at the edge of the Shadow base for about an hour whilst it got darker. Turk wondered how the mission would turn out, but it would probably-
"Do you hear that?" Journey asked.
"Hear what?" Turk asked back, worried.
"Get down!"
  Journey pushed the three behind a hill nearby. A boat sped past. On the boat were four Shadow agents. A 20-ish looking girl with plaited black hair and sunglasses, a woman with green hair wearing a black hoodie, a man in a white all-in-one outfit and his uncle Riptide at the wheel.
  Riptide was a lot older now and the gene of his family's dark hair had left him, leaving with pale grey hair. He also was missing an eye. He would have looked intimidating if he hadn't had been his uncle. Riptide wouldn't hurt him. Right? Well, Turk certainly hoped not.
"Is it clear?" 8-Ball asked.
"I think so." Journey reassured him.
  They all moved out from their hiding places and 8-Ball and Turk looked at the ground uncomfortably. 8-Ball, like him, must know somebody in that group of four.
"Scratch... my twin... he was on that boat." 8-Ball trembled. Scratch must have been the man in the white outfit that looked like 8-Ball's.
"My uncle, Riptide, he was driving." Turk told the others.
"Do you know any of the others, Rippley?" Journey asked.
"Blorg. (No.)" Rippley shrugged.
"Well, we know some. I should report this to Brutus."
"We've got to keep moving." 8-Ball told them.
"8-Ball..."
"Don't talk to me."
  They continued to walk as the sky grew darker and darker. They eventually found a hill that was nearby the mountain, so they set a camp behind it. They had a tent each and would be sleeping peacefully that night. One by one, they all turned in. Turk lasted the longest and stared at the small fire they had made. He eventually put it out and then decided to comfort 8-Ball.
  When he opened 8-Ball's tent, Journey was also sat there. They were both miserably staring at the ceiling.
"Ah-ha. So I see you have stumbled across the We-Can't-Kill-Our-Family-Members-Without-Feeling-Guilty-So-We're-Probably-Gonna-Die-But-We-Can't-Tell-Rippley-Or-He'll-Freak-Out Club." 8-Ball sighed.
"Journey? Do you know one of them?" Turk asked.
"The one with the green hair was my cousin, Hazard." Journey muttered.
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know." 8-Ball murmured.
"But we'll work it out together. As a team. That's what we are, right?"
"Yeah. We can do this!" Journey cheered.
8-Ball nodded, "In the morning. Now get out of my tent."

To be continued...

Will E.G.O be able to beat Shadow in the battle to decide who takes the REDACTED outpost?! Find out next chapter! Don't forget to vote if you enjoyed and follow me if you want to check out my other stuff, including the third book in the Fortnite: Spies series, this being a prequel and the second book in the series. Thanks for reading and byee! :D