Apocalyptic countdowns are so cliche
There was a thwack, and then a long pause.
"This is becoming repetitive," growled Jay, removing the harpoon
from above his head and feeling a few more strands of hair
removed, "Don't do it again!"
"If it's any consolation," replied Keto, "I promise to aim lower
next time. Come on, let's go!"
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Dirk suddenly got the urge to do things properly. "Permission to hit
Keto?" he asked Niples.
"Denied," came the answer.
"Please?"
"No."
"Come on."
"No."
"Just once?"
"NO!" Dirk smacked Keto across the back of the head. "I said 'NO!'
Mr. Bell," Niples informed him.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Thought that last one was a 'yes.' Truthfully, it
was probably all my fault. I wasn't really paying attention by that
point." Dirk shouldered his rifle.
"We need to stop that missle, Captain; and it seems that I've
swallowed the abort keys. Don't ask." White Wolf said as everyone
turned and looked at him.
"Stick your finger...claw down your throat," Jay said. "That should
bring them back up."
"Or...." The group all turned and looked at Dirk.
"'Or' what, Dirk?" Tara finally asked.
"Or Phil and I can try and disarm the missle from the silo. It
shouldn't be too difficult. We're both pretty capable, and I've
already got a pretty good idea how their technology works from back in
the sub."
"Unless White Wolf thinks that he can produce those keys for us, that
seems to be our only other alternative," Niples wasn't too happy with
the situation. "Let's try and get to that silo and back out of here
as quickly as we can."
The group was jogging down the corridors of the underwater city with
momentary periods of gun play with Enriam soldiers.
"This is obsurd," Keto whined. "We are most certainly all going to die."
"Permission to hit Keto again, sir?" Dirk cried out from the left
flank behind Niples.
"Once again, denied, Mr..." Keto let out a scream of pain. "BELL!"
Niples screamed.
"Sorry. My bad. Wasn't paying attention again." was all Dirk said.
Keto scowled. "I'm surrounded by childish morons....OOOWWWW!"
"BELL!" came Niples familiar scream from the front of the line.
"Wasn't me!" the scientist called back.
"Sorry," Alota called out. "I wasn't paying attention that time."
Will they make it to the missle in time?
Will Phil and Dirk be able to disarm it?
Will Keto survive the wrath of his own crew mates?
I don't know. I'm leaving that up to someone else.