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The Great Escape

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The Great Escape

The long train sat in a siding behind Cartoon City Station.

It was a strange consist, even by the city's standards. A large black steam locomotive had been attached to the front (most of the more modern engines had been destroyed or damaged by guerrillas), several old European-style closed wagons behind. Soldiers gathered around the train as workers loaded crates into the vans.

Not far away, hiding in an old rotten boxcar, Tierce looked over the scene.

"Train's in," he hissed into a radio, "You ready?"

"On your go," replied Dib.

Tierce nodded and pulled out a flare gun. He pointed it at the sky and fired.


Skinner was aiming his rifle, finger on the trigger. Kara looked back at him, her eyes starting to glow. Tucker had stepped back, trying to look like he wasn't important.

Things were tense, to say the least.

"Okay, everybody calm down," snapped Sandy, "We're not here to fight."

"Which is why you came armed?" demanded Kara.

"...point taken," muttered Sandy, "Doesn't matter, we're getting you outta here."

"In case you haven't noticed," snapped Kara, "I've managed to escape the Regime on my own for about a year and a half. Why do I need your help?"

"The Regime's attaching supers to the manhunt," replied Tucker, "More to the point, we have an established base. You'd be able to stop running."

"Right," nodded Sandy, "So, do we have a..."

"Rifles, advance! First squad on me, move!"

The group looked down the cave tunnel as they heard shouts from the entrance.

"Speak of the devil," said Skinner.

"We can do this later," nodded Kara, "Let's deal with these jackboots first."


"Assault team on point!" the corporal shouted.

Half the squad pushed on ahead through the caverns, rifles at the ready. They rounded a bend - something on their helmets pinged.

"I got heat sig," a rifleman hissed.

"We know you're here!" shouted the corporal, motioning for the rest of his men to move up, "Come out with your hands up, or we will terminate with extreme prejudice!"

There was no reply.

"Can't see anybody," whispered a soldier, "Anybody got NV?"

"Restricted to spec ops douchebags," snorted another, "We're running blind here."

"Like f**king Aliens," hissed the first soldier.

"Alright, simmer down," grumbled the corporal, "Evanston - flashlight, now."

"You sure that's a good idea, corp..."

"Now!"

A soldier nodded, and flicked on his rifle's torch.

Not a second later, a bullet pierced both the light and his chest. A split-second later, and two more men were knocked to the ground by a flash of blue.

"Contact! Contact!"

"Return fire and rally on-aargh!"

The corporal felt a taser in his back, and he slumped to the ground. Through blurred eyes, he watched his squad go down - two fell to bullets from the darkness of the caverns, three more to the blurred individual. The last two broke and tried to run, only to be attacked and knocked to the ground by a squirrel.

The corporal sighed as he drifted out of consciousness.

Join the army, they said...


The group emerged from under the waterfall to the sound of a motorboat.

"Boats, too?!" exclaimed Tucker, "What doesn't the Regime..."

He was cut off as an inflateable boat raced out from behind a ridge, coming to a halt in front of them. Hopkins leant out from his position by the motor.

"Welcome to the RMS Run Like Hell, courtesy the Insurgency Line," he called, "Now get in!"


Jessica Allen stood next to the command tent, waiting to hand in her report on  her chopper's less then successful attack run. She could hear Redmond and Sinestro inside - they were arguing.

"I can't just napalm the whole area, not if you want her alive!" exclaimed Redmond.

"She is Kryptonian," sneered Sinestro, "Unless you've put Kryptonite in your bombs, she will survive."

"But what of my men?!" demanded Redmond.

"Irrelevent," replied Sinestro, "Now call it in, our I will relieve you of command. You don't want to end up like Brockman, do you?"

There was a long pause.

"...I'll call the air force," sighed Redmond.

Allen cringed. That was going to complicate everything.

"Well, no use being subtle anymore," she sighed.

Her eyes then flashed as Vlad ceased to overshadow her.


Danny strode through the forest, a large rifle in arms.

He had grown significantly over the past year, gaining a head in height. His shoulders had broadened, and he was starting to grow a beard. His jumpsuit was still largely the same, but augmented by armour over the chest and shoulders.

There were also dark rings under his eyes.

A radio attached to his belt beeped. Danny pressed a button.

"Yeah?"

"Napalm drop imminent, get ready."

Danny nodded, continuing down towards the river.


"Apaches on our rear, gaining!" shouted Valerie.

The boat was roaring downstream, two helicopters roaring on behind. Skinner was firing ineffectively back.

"There's a Lewis in the tackle box, get it out!" yelled Hopkins.

"A what?" demanded Kara.

"Light Machine Gun," replied Skinner.

There was a long pause.

"We're a very paranoid resistance force," shrugged Tucker, "Now help me set it up..."

Kara was no longer listening. She seemed to be gazing intently at the lead helicopter. A sudden beam of red light struck the rotor, sending it spinning off-course.

"...that works too," nodded Tucker, gulping,


"Raider Three is down! Where the hell is that support, over?"

A flight of B52 Stratofortress bombers were soaring above the mountains, hanging steady at forty thousand feet. The co-pilot of the lead aircraft looked over to the radio.

"Want me to turn that off?" he asked.

"Yeah," nodded the pilot, "I don't wanna hear them when we deliver the goods."

He sighed.

"Napalm and Willy Pete are nasty things," he said to himself.

The plane shuddered as it dropped its payload.


The second helicopter had peeled off now, and the boat was alone.

"Well, that went well," grinned Mr. Krabs, "Usually they're more fanatical then this..."

"Look up," breathed Skinner.

The group did so.

A multitude of sillouettes dotted the sky, dropping tiny canisters behind them. In the distance, the mountainsides seemed to catch fire.

"Napalm," said Skinner, shaking his head.

"Well, I reckon we can get out of it," mused Hopkins, "I'm gonna warn you though - I'm about to get a tad unconventional."

"Unconventional?" asked Tucker.

"Look in front of you, Foley."

Tucker looked ahead. The river ahead seemed to turn into white foam and disappear.

"No, we are not going to..."

Hopkins revved the engine and they sped up. Everything seemed to happen at once.

The boat pitched off the edge of the waterfall.

Hopkins was pointing to Kara, shouting something that sounded like fly.

Tucker caught the faintest glimpse of a white-haired individual in the forest.

There was a loud bang, and Kara doubled over.

Tucker's stomach dropped.

Then there was nothing but searing heat followed by a void of freezing water.
The Regime moves on Kara, forcing the insurgents to run.

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I really hope Vlad's got some kind of plan to save them.

In any case, I liked Hopkins plan, regardless of how it turned out, and Tucker's reaction to it.