> Walking through the freezing snow and chilled storm without any aim au objective was just a worst thing to do for soldiers. Un-Cleared... Un-Offical... Un-Expected mission that lead Skipper and our relativity to his fate were just already started. Now... We got a clue, just find the Answer 'Who's the murderer' and 'What's all about' may be the meaning of all Sergeant's words... The mystery was just started... We're hiding to the north... and east... and then we see the red light after we walked under the shadow...
“Johnson right behind you, Manfredi…”
22:22 PM: Cloudy: December 9, 2002
Lt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
2222 hours; we were all already to go then, and I had a good and bad news. The good news was we could only put our supplies to Rico’s stomach; so we didn’t need any briefcase, mkoba au even the big backpack to carry it (That was means my wallet salama once again). And the bad news was Johnson suddenly heavily ill, I didn’t know why & how but his temperature suddenly heated up and he began to breathe heavily. I putted all Johnson’s problem to Hans, he also knew about medicine and technologies besides sniping while I prefer focused only in military. This night, I brought my sick Johnson from Sergeant’s cave to his own chamber. I Hope Hans could control it easier and quicker because it was close kwa Hans’s chamber (Hans’s chamber was the biggest)… right in front of it…
“What will we do now...?” Kowalski asked (But I don’t know he asked to whom…)
“Kowalski…” I replied him “You’ve repeat that words 7 times since 0611 morning. If wewe continue to beef about, wewe can’t make him suddenly woke up again isn’t it? So, why wewe don’t find the solution au explanation? You’re genius, right?”
“Skipper, I focused to physics and mathematics this year. Two years again, I’ll learnt virology and biology from Hans. That’s his promise” Kowalski replied “And I’ll be perfect genius as f***” (I think he alisema flux)
“Well, I’ll go to Hans’s chamber…” I alisema to Kowalski “Stay here when I’m going…”
“Skipper, wait!” Kowalski called me when I made my first step outside the chamber “Why wewe don’t use Walkie Talkie?”
“Walkie talkie?” what… what’s that...? Walkie = walk & Talkie = talk… So, walk and talk… hhhmm, weird words…
“You can call everyone who has it too from the distance…” Kowalski explained “It’s just like a wireless radio that we usually use at war. But it’s zaidi portable, lighter and… cheaper, of course… that’s why I prefer it, it salama my monthly salary. Here try it!”
Kowalski threw me a Walkie talkie. I picked it up and try to talk with it… I tried to talk while I walk randomly in the room… well, just like the name ‘Walkie Talkie’ = ‘Walking and Talking’ “Hello…He…” but even I hadn’t finished whole of my words, Hans already opened the door...
“What’s happening?” Hans alisema with his medical kit in his grasp “Am I too late?”
“…Oh God, it’s quicker than tank radio...” I mumbled “And that’s for damn sure!”
“I heard your voices from the outside…”Hans alisema “Who sick?” Hans took a look at the lying body on the kitanda and walked towards him… Hans checked the temperature with his weird stick and check the moyo beat with ‘freezing tools’ (Really, when I’m in America they used it to check my moyo beat and it was chill my chest, I thought it was frozen my heart… heheh, but not)
“As the plan we planned that we planned before, we will go to the north tonight” Kowalski alisema “And this is also the order from Father (Sergeant)… but…..”
“Keep your trip!” Hans alisema while he still checking Johnson’s heartbeat “I hold this boy!”
“Are wewe sure with that?” I asked while I walked towards Johnson’s body. Well, was Hans could hand this alone…
“Yes, I’m sure!” Hans replied simply
“Well… if that so… we will go…” I replied worried “Maybe… maybe inayofuata morning au next…”
“GO!!!!...” Hans shouted “GO AS HE SAID, FOR SERGEANT, FOR FIDELIS’S ORDER, AND FOR DENMARK!!”
“Oh… Okay okay, we are going!!” And on that time… we decided to leave Johnson in Hans hand…
Varde VI plain, Denmark
08:12 AM: Light Snow: 40 November 2002
Sgt. Kowalski Albert Kowalski
Last night, we decided to continue our journey to the north… and to the east. We’ve prepared everything but we realized if backpack wasn’t too useful, because that was our first time to use “Rico multipurpose belly”. It’s higher in capacity and it was zaidi portable than any backpack that we ever met. Sadly we were in short supply of fish, Skipper and I put our fishes in Rico’s belly and I hope his acid wouldn’t digest them to the pieces. Based on my first hypothesis, looks like I know how it was gone and replaced kwa the bones. I thought that was HCL’s job, well… Rico should train his belly anytime. He must be able to control his belly’s HCL (Well, weird order. Known it’s very impossible even for me). This morning, Skipper told me if we were get close to the nearby village (If wewe mind it’s like a line of buildings and houses, you’re wrong). This village called Varde VI, the veterans’ families’ home. The wife, the children and the relativity of Fidelis armies were gathered here. Sadly, the plague was coming from last 3 mwezi ago. So one kwa one, many families were leaved this village, but not at all… few of them immune strongly so they were all able to life here… even for whole of life…
“Prepare yourself boys, now we’re hiding to the ex-veterans village…” Skipper alisema while we kept sliding on the snow kilima “Just keep your step to the north and keep your eyes watching in the woods… everything that crawl, crouch and walk would try to shot on your moyo and eat it for the game night. The flying boys usually train here and their bullets may strike to your head…”
“AAWWQQQ!!!” Rico mumbled, seemed like he imagined what Skipper alisema too well… in this case, ‘Imagination create Reality’ kauli mbiu wasn’t used…
“Hold your position, boys…” Skipper suddenly stopped his slide “I heard something…”
We stopped our songesha here and our beak kept closed… kept silent. Our ear (even we don’t have any ear lobe but actually we have a pairs of ear) kept attention to any movement around us. I didn’t hear anything but weirdly I was looking for it too and… even I didn’t want to found one. But wait… I heard something, mostly like a rust shabiki sound (really it was just sound like that), au like a WW2 plane (I know Skipper was thought it)
“Rico, weapon…!” Skipper asked Rico while his eyes kept locked to the sky that covered kwa the trees and few snow… so do I. Rico spitted out a weapon to me and I felt my flipper grab it but it was not time to saw what it is, I just put my flipper in the trigger and kept ready to pull it.
“INCOMING!!!!” The shabiki sound (or the plane, whatever ._.) became louder and sounds like it was going to be closer and closer!!! I tried to shot whatever it was, but when I pulled my trigger I realized that it didn’t shot a bullet but…
“What? Hairdryer?” WHAT??? Rico spit the hairdryers to us, I didn’t realize it!!!
The plane (or fan, whatever ._.) crashes to the ground but before we’ve seen this plane (or fan…… whatever) crashed, we’ve seen somebody ejected from the plane (okay, it was plane not fan)… But I could assure that it was not Penguin, the beak was just weird. It was bigger than usual so I was afraid that it wouldn’t friendly at all…
“It’s not time for Joking, bag boy!!!” Skipper shouted “Come, spit my luger, grenade, crossbow, whatever! Quickly!”
Rico spitted anything he had in his belly (He brought the underwear in his belly too… LOL… hey, the penguin, auk don’t war underwear… so the underwear… AAGGHH, Keep away from dirty mind!!! It’s just an under shati ‘ooohhh’). While Rico spitted anything he had in his belly, I just holding my safety handgun (luger) and watch for the enemy that we suspected (the guy who ejected from the plane, we still didn’t know if it was the trained soldier au even the enemy). But it was impossible if the enemy passed the fortified line of Denmark, it was hard protected and heavily to break… The Anti air, Machine gun nest, Tower, Outpost, Gate and Soldiers were there to protect the perimeter). But until now, I didn’t get anything but the sound, the sounds of the step moving towards us.
“Skipper, I got a movement from 12 o clock” I alisema then
“I know…I know” He continued looking through every side; make sure there was no enemy moving to our positions “Don’t panic… I alisema don’t panic, keep quiet and don’t make him know our position here if wewe still want your head stick to your body…”
But the sounds of the stepped nyasi became louder kwa the time. Sounds like he knew our position, he made his songesha towards us quickly (while the ordinary fidelis army always hiding slowly to assassinate someone au break enemy formation). I felt my coordination system had got some error, my feet made their step backward itself even my brain didn’t command it. And the worst part was I wanted to pee but there was no closet here… but luckily, I brought one empty bottle (What’s wrong? It was just for emergency)
“Come on Rico!! Spit weapon!” Skipper whispered Rico while Rico continued to spit anything he had “Come on Rico, I don’t have many time as you” Skipper seemed to be zaidi afraid sekunde kwa sekunde (as long as the steps sounds still heard) Skipper started to slapped and ngumi, punch Rico’s back in order to help Rico spit the weapon quicker (but I remembered, Rico didn’t put a crossbow in his belly… maybe…)
“RICO!!! Remember where wewe put my crossbow!” Skipper yelled became louder and louder… hey, that was his own order to not to be panic isn’t it?._.
“Skipper, don’t make a noise…” I tried to warn him but he was not care about “He’s walking towards us!!!”
“RICO!!! LET’S LAUNCH ON MY MARK…” Then, that was what I called Skipper’s super shout… BlAAMM…BBLAAMM…BLOOMM “1…2…3 !!! GO!!!!” Skipper ngumi, punch Rico’s back harder, and it looks like he got something. A hairdryers… many hairdryers, but it was not the worst point. The worst point was all of it was rent… Oh... I got the worse than it, Skipper didn’t have to paid it all
The sounds of the step were close enough to indicate if the enemy was nearby us. Then, I was in defensive stance. My flipper now already in the trigger, ready for shot… HERE wewe GO!!!
“Ahoy, Fidelis...!” Hey, it was Hans. Well he was the only one who made the sounds “Do wewe miss something?”
“Uummm…” Skipper replied confusedly “Do wewe mean ‘miss someone’?”
“No, I don’t…” Hans replied “You forgot your crossbow at the desk!” and then Hans threw the crossbow to Skipper.
“FLOATING TAXI!!! My dear crossbow is back!” Skipper hugged his crossbow and even he also kissed it gently. That was a lot of creepy for the “Great Fidelis” I think “Hey, If you’re here how about Johnson?”
“He’s going to be fine. I just leave him for a few moments to send your crossbow. Hope wewe will not get crazy if it’s gone…” Well, that was happen “He just needs to rest…”
“Well, if that so…” Skipper replied “Hey, wewe bring the arrow too… don’t you?” Skipper realized if there was only one arrow kept stayed in his crossbow…
“I’m not your tembo friend, dude…” Hans replied with a little laugh “I can forget too… I’m puffin…”
“Rico…” Hans alisema “So … wewe want to move?”
“What…” Rico replied with his husky voice
“Well, there’s a lot of house tool here… wewe must be move, right?” Hans alisema “I mean songesha your home…” Well, there was so many hairdryer lay on the ground… and it was colorful, unfortunately… and rent, don’t forget it!
“Well, what are we waiting for boys…?” Skipper shouted and continued his walk “Let’s songesha out… The Veteran village just a bit zaidi on 12 o clock”
“Skipper, wait…” I shouted “What about these house tools? It’s still disarray on the ground…” I suggested waiting Rico kumeza back what he was spit off…
“Don’t mind these entire mommy tools, boys, whose need a hairdryer in a case for this mission…” Skipper alisema while Rico just shy while chuckled with his small grin “Anyway, Rico must have a diet too…”
Varde VI plain, Denmark
11:14 AM: Cloudy: December 10, 2002
Lt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
After 3 hours sliding on the freezing snow at last, we arrived at the small colony of the Fidelis’s people. We didn’t know what we will do then because our mission was unclear (and un-official one). The main objective was to hiding to the north and east, just it… I still wondering what’s that supposed to be mean, are we just walk full of time through the snow, pass the rain only for hiding to the north. Naahh, Impossibru, we would meet the sea too. But everything I thoughts were change when I heard an old woman cried loudly, that was quite bothering my mind. I changed my slide straight to the sounds where the cry coming from…
“Hey… hujambo wewe hear that?” I stopped my squad
“I don’t hear any sound, Skipper” Kowalski replied
“It’s a cry… a loud cry” I alisema “Coming from 11 o clock… Let’s move” I guessed that this cry was coming from the north-west “Follow me!”
We slide with our belly through the snow ‘til we arrived at the small cave (that’s usually used for public home). From the outside, we could see the old woman cried to the dead body.
“My daughter…” the old woman cried to the small corpse of young penguin, probably a girl. There were so many bloods around it; I couldn’t saw it much longer… I wanted to vomit… that was why I ordered my team to prepared vomit pocket “My poor daughter…”
“What’s happening here?” I asked to the old woman “Massacre? Assassinate? Genocide? Invasion? What, just tell us…”
“It’s hard to tell… but I hope soldiers like wewe and your team… can help…” Old Woman alisema “Last night, there was a big moon… the very big one…”
“Yes… it was. That was a super moon…” Kowalski cut the old woman words
“And my daughter spends her night for…”
“Of course, the moon was interesting to see. Especially for hubbub ladies…” One zaidi Kowalski’s cut…
“My Daughter slept outside from this cave for…”
“Right, the Supermoon…”
“Let me Finish, *****” Poor Kowalski. Well actually the last words wasn’t currently bad language, it was unclearly so I censored it. But whatever she said, it sounded not too good.
“Well…” At last, Kowalski surrendered “Go on…”
“My Daughter slept outside from this cave… but in the morning something strange happen” The old woman alisema “I saw she was already un-breathed, she died tragically… very sadist one” The old woman alisema to me and my squad
“May we look at her…?” Hans asked to the old woman
“Yes, of course…” The old woman replied
Hans opened the cloth that covered her body in order to observe it… make assure that there was no something strange like time bomb au nuclear material in it… I think…
“Oh My God, It’s not good…” Hans said. I saw the corpse had an opened scar on his left chest, the much opened wound until I could saw the ribs au maybe I could touch it… “Skipper, this corpse doesn’t have a heart. Look at this…” Hans onyesha me the interior of the chest; I saw there was no moyo inside… just a flesh called Pericardium left there… the murderer must be release it first before took the moyo
“Kowalski, Identify...!” I ordered Kowalski to take a look to this corpse “Why the murderer took her heart?”
“Well Skipper, the moyo and other internal organ contain a lot of good protein and some fat. Well, so moyo is nutritious and everyone knows it… Wow, this murderer has a nice lust” WHAT??? Well, that was a lot of science words that made us freaked out… “Uuummm, am I wrong?”
“I really-really hate you, tall boy” The old man alisema to Kowalski
“Kowalski, what do wewe got from this corpse!” I asked to Kowalski; hope there would not be scary science words out again out from Kowalski’s beak.
“Hhmmm… Let me see…” Kowalski tried to check the corpse “There’s 3 stab wound, well the stab wound are deep enough to touch the bone… It’s indicating that the murderer songesha slowly to her and stab her suddenly ……or…… maybe this lady knew who’s the murderer and let him songesha slower to her… There’s no skin… no blood under her flippers, it’s indicate that this lady didn’t countering back… au couldn’t. But anyway, I still don’t know why this lady didn’t scream when she stabbed”
“Oh really? So what’s the method, it’s not possible to break the rib without harm the heart… and in fast… don’t forget it” I asked him
“In fast?” Hans alisema to me
“Yes…” I replied “That’s what all murderer did when they down in action. Faster are better isn’t it?”
“Well Skipper, I suspect the murderer didn’t use the kisu au machete…” Kowalski explained “He must be used something heavy and shaped like a bait to break the ribs… He started to cut off the left side of the bone and he continued his method to the right. I know it because the wound in the bone has deeper structure in the left than in the right”
“WOW, I never know that you’ve investigate skill like that, Kowalski” Hans alisema to Kowalski… Kowalski continued to observe on it, he seek it for something strange everywhere. Then suddenly he woke up and showed something to me.
“Skipper look, I got something…” Kowalski showed me a thin red fur… quite smooth too…
“Wow, it’s mean that whoever killed her must have a red fur…” I took a look to this fur… hhhmmm, this fur, manyoya was as smooth as another one that we’ve found in the Sergeant’s grave. I stand up and walked outside the cave to breathe some fresh air. I needed to think about this with fresher mind. All of these incidents seem form a pattern. I suspected that the Sergeant’s grave robber was the same man with the murderer of this woman. But without any proof, I can’t guarantee if it was true au just a kind of shitty conspiracy.
“Ma’am, have wewe ever seen a man with a red fur, manyoya around here?” Hans asked to the old woman, we closed the observation on this corpse. We had enough clue and information to continue our trip (or maybe investigation).
“An otter with a red hair, he stayed in this village for few days and he seems to be a doctor au scientist. He often did his experiments here and all of them impressed us a lot. He also told me that he’s hiding to the north” The old woman alisema with Danish accent
“Do wewe know his name?” Hans asked again
“No, he didn’t tell me the name…” The old woman replied “He just told me he’s hiding to the north”
“Sounds like we got a ‘Cheese Krauts’ here, boys… I can taste it” I alisema “but the smell isn’t good and it’s fell in my nose. Let’s clear it, songesha to Skjern!!!”
“Don’t leave!!!!” The old woman halted us; he prevented us to continue our journey “What will I do now?”
“You can…. wewe can…” I seek an idea so we could continue our trip “you can bury your daughter”
It’s Skipper Joseph Fidelis signing in… We got a mammal murderer with red fur; he was the one who took a moyo without anyone could saw him. But only two things that freak me out, he was hiding to the north and he was mammals, the perfect ingredients for Sergeant’s words explanation.
“The one armed mammal…”
Skjern Riverbank, Denmark
13:44 PM: Unknown: December 11, 2002
Sgt. Kowalski Albert Kowalski
Now, we had our first objective; find the otter with red fur. Yea… after a long time trip, at last we got an objective (even it was un-official). We also knew if he was hiding to the north but our conversations last night alisema neither, Hans alisema if he told the old woman if he was hiding to the north instead he had a plan to kill her daughter. That was meant that he was lie. Hans thought if he alisema he was hiding to the north and he was lie, it was done in order to fool the old woman and the old woman couldn’t find him. The otherwise, Hans thought that this otter is hiding to the south; to Ebsjerk. But Skipper will was un-changeable. He alisema we already have a fixed objective, a clear objective. So we would go there. But Skipper’s words weren’t felt with such logic reason as Hans’s clever mind.
“Well, here we are…” Hans alisema “Wait, where we are??? We have crossed this snow plain for zaidi than 3 hours and there’s no road in sight?”
“Hhmmm, pine tree…” I alisema then “Pine forest mti everywhere… this is not a sign of civilization. The percentage is 0.88401%... au 0.88400%”
“ DDAAHHH!!! Foolish human government! Why wewe don’t make at least small road. So the people (hey, he’s puffin (‘)>) could know their way!!” Hans mumbled and added kwa nodded Rico as sign of his agreement
“Keep calm boys. Careful with your words, they’re watching us now…” sound like Skipper’s paranoia again… “With their 22 satellites, they could spy every time and everywhere we are at…”
“Looks, the river!!!” Hans yelled while he pointed his wing to the quite large river ahead…
“Good Eye, Hans!” Skipper alisema and we slide quickly towards the river…
“Great, this is Skjern riverbank… we’ve made it!!” I said. We were sliding through the side of the river, but no sight of the otter; just a fishes in the river and the flying bird on the sky… no more.
“Well, there are no otter here…” Skipper looked around him with Rico’s binocular… actually it was Manfredi’s own binocular
“Skipper, I have two explanations for this….” Hans alisema then.
“Hey, I’m the explanator one!!!” Hey, he steals my job!!!
“This is my turn, friend. wewe can take another one…” Hans replied to me with small grin… “If there’s any zaidi heheh… No… I’m joking”
“Uuumm Okay…” But anyway, he was the one who assist me in my scientific research
“Skipper, my words were right. He’s hiding to Ebsjerk…” Hans alisema “To the South!!!”
“And… another explanation?” Skipper replied with his Un-satisfy face
“FF….” Well, what’s that… is it cryptex?
“FF...?” Skipper set his curious face “What’s that?”
“It’s Factor face…” Did he say FACE? “You know… The Otters are afraid to face your face… so, there are no otter here… wewe know, I suspect that your face contains some kind of radioactive substance… hey, have wewe visit Chernobyl, Skippy?”
“Hey… I made that joke!!! ” As usual, Skipper asked Rico to slap… “RICO!!!”
“Hey, corporal … My rank is higher than you!!!” Hans shouted and well… I never heard Hans angry as well just like that moment
“Well… you’re right.” Skipper alisema “You may slap him back” WUT???
*SSLLLAAAPP *SSLLLAAAPPP… well, Hans slapped even harder than Rico’s slap… and it had a bonus, 1 slap bonus
“HEY!!!” Rico yelled… He seemed angry to Hans. Heheh, I could see it ‘It means WAR’. That’s written on Rico’s expression. *SSPPLAASSHH *SSSPPLLAASSHH… oh wait, that’s a salmon, salmoni (actually one colony of salmon!). Maybe I could ask them (and after that, they will go to take a trip in my intestine. Bruahahahaha). *SSLLAAAPPP*SSLLAAPP… wait, is that any salmon’s colonies again? Oh nope, that was just a slap war. Great Slap War I, between Rico and Hans. Well no time to watch a war, maybe I must asked them then… the salmon, salmoni I mean…
“Hey you!!!” I called one of them “SShh… Come here!!”
“What’s up, Fascist?” One of the salmon, salmoni (with the longest body one) swim to me… but wait, what did he said?
“Fascist?” I really confused kwa that word “But I’m not NAZI…”
“You’re the Order of Fidelis isn’t it?” The salmon, salmoni replied my words angrily “The only one who started the GW1 and GWII… wewe know why bro, they alisema ‘If the Penguins do not learn from the history, they will doom for trying to repeat”…
“It’s not the time for debate, okay. Listen, we’re looking for the otter colony. Do wewe know one?” I alisema but this salmon, salmoni reply was un-satisfying… “Just one…”
“Why… wewe want to invade them…?” I have alisema it._. “Murder, Torture, Burn, Chop their Head?”
“No, I want to fry wewe in front of them. I will share your flesh with them for chajio, chakula cha jioni and I will make sure wewe will keep alive in the moment of your dead and I hope it will not as simple as I said!!! UNDERSTAND!!!” This salmon, salmoni really-really makes me angry; I wanted to aim my luger at him!!
“………. I don’t know any otter colony but if wewe go to the west… you’ll find the abandoned zoo…” well, I think he was surrender “The red zoo with the big gate… and small windows”
“Wow, thanks…” don’t forget a big grin: D
“Not you’re welcome, fascist…” Now, I really wanted to eat it.
“Whhooaa Whoooaaa… who alisema fascist?” Skipper suddenly came after watch as the judge in the Great Slap War I… “Oh… Did wewe speak with this goldfish?” he pointed his flipper to the salmon…
“Uumm Skipper, this is Salmon…” I said…
“Your flat friend just f*cking smart…” The salmon, salmoni alisema but slowly
“The outside costume always fool the foolish, Kowalski” that’s words stab my brain “This samaki maybe undercover become a salmon. Everyone knows if Goldfishes are fascist spies. ‘Forgive me, Skjern. But I tell the truth…’” Well, Skjern was a German Weirmarcht… before he brainwashed…
“Did wewe called me fascist, fascist?” The salmon, salmoni replied simply… but sharply
Without any words left, Skipper took his crossbow and aimed it to the salmon…
“Whhooaaa, Skipper. Cool down…” I slapped Skipper’s flipper and luckily Skipper hadn’t pull the trigger. So the arrow still remains there. “Listen, that’s a zoo just in the west. We can go there and seek for the otter”
“That’s sounds good, boy. Now call other boys, wewe want leave them here… die in slap war? If not, so do it!” Skipper asked me to called Rico and Hans back, but when I’m back to call them … I realized if their face became redder than the red color itself. Well wewe must try some mama cosmetic, which will make your face bright again… au redder (if it contains a lot of mercury)
We continued our journey to the west; we’re hiding to the abandoned zoo. This evening… 1822 hours, Hans alisema to me that he ever know the otter that was become a leader of the zoo since the zoo bankrupt some mwezi ago. He only had one arm and he had his left eye blind. Hans told me a lot about him last evening… his military experience (He was a soldier before became a doctor), his family and his relativity, on this evening, Skipper took a trust to Hans’s story… because that was only Hans who known about him.
“We made it, friend…hah!” Hans shouted “12 o’clock. Red buildings”
At last, we’ve arrived at abandoned zoo on 1910 hours. It was already night, so this situation makes this place became strange place and even stranger than Froslev Prison camp, a Denmark famous prison… The buildings were large and most of them colored red. Many of the walls were already broken and a lot of cage that already opened. The woods and the walls seemed to be burned… looks like there was a big war here… perhaps here was the battlefield in GWI au GWII
“What kind of zoo it’s…” Skipper alisema “It’s seem like… like ….like zoo… au worse”
“I ever had a mission here; my lieutenant ordered my team to invade Ebsjerk River. But it’s not a kind of conquest, we faced the revolt here…” Hans alisema about his experience in 7th Sniper division of Fidelis’s army. “We cut the water supply to this zoo. So there was so many animal die in thirst. The rest of animal become a cannibal, the neighborhood laws were leaved; they ate each other until the zoo bankrupt and we deemed if this mission was over. The revolts had been defeated without any causality and without any bullet wastes just some flamethrower and artillery… instead their bullets were wasted, that zoo ever used for Military training and weapon armory for rebellion… so when the water and chakula crisis knock down the zoo, the soldier used it to kill each other… over the food”
“Then…” Rico rolled his eye
“But there was still remained one tough general. The otter, he survived without water supply. He always ate the vital organs of his habitat mate even with his loyal army’s own. One of the organs was heart, and this moyo was belonging to strong man. After he ate it, he became a strong one… well, I don’t believe in high ndoto story but this otter could survive in the extreme weather without any chakula au drink…. This man’s name was Manfred von Visberg, he is Nordic”
“Nice effort, but I’m not afraid with that story…” Skipper alisema with his luger still in his grasp “I prefer your story about the End of POM shows, that was really freak me out… really, I can’t sleep for 3 weeks”
“This zoo is large enough…” Skipper alisema then “But sadly it’s not large enough to memorize. Boys, we mgawanyiko, baidisha up!”
Hans went with me and Rico with Skipper; we were sliding through a lot of cages and places. It was very…very creepy because the corpse and dead body still remains and they were not decayed. I know why, because this chilled weather made the decomposer bacteria couldn’t growth in this situation… and the zoo was far from the forest, so the oxygen supply wouldn’t enough to decay something. The explanation was it was hard to decay in this weather and on this ground. Maybe I ever saw the sketch of otter internal organ from many human’s book, but since this moment… I realized if many reality that I leaved behind. And I also imagine how the competition between the animal of this zoo progressing, just like NAZI’s concentration camp ; but this is live, of the survival to the fittest. The only one who victory in this nature is the survive one… not the strong, the Dinosaur and Mesozoic era explained it. Okay, back to the point, in objective to tafuta “one-armed otter” Hans talked a lot about this zoo again.
“Can wewe imagine, friend…” Hans alisema while he still sliding on his belly “I mean after a weak without drink, freeze in hunger and there’s only we stayed alive. What will wewe do? Even both of us carry a weapon”
“I don’t think your taste good…” I replied simply “I mean… I will die sooner if I eat you. Well, that’s better than die slowly in suffer”
“Good to know…” We just chuckled for a few sekunde and right after that something made our head turned around
“…. Hans, Kowalski. Come over here, we got something. I’m right in 9 o’clock from you, over…” Sounds like Skipper talked in our head set and sounds like he got something there. I hope it was not a part of his paranoia…. Then, we continued sliding to Skipper and Rico, we would take a look what they got there.
“Hey… What do wewe got there?” Hans yelled even with his headset
“It’s a pond and maybe an otter’s pond…” Skipper alisema “And look that’s an entrance. Let’s go inside!”
We went to the interior of the entrance, and this dome was looks like a cave. Yes, the otter’s cave; But there was no guestroom (well very un-polite dome)… hey, who need guestroom when we entered someone house without permission, and even no invitation. Okay back to the topic, we crossed few rooms before we arrived to the room that stopped our step. It was quite large room but there was only one meza, jedwali and chair in it. We moved closer to the meza, jedwali and we found some paper with a drawing. No, if wewe imagine if it was panorama au Manga; you’re wrong…
“Skipper, take a look!” I alisema “It’s a drawing” Skipper look at the drawing while Hans and Rico look at another paper. Looks like they were sign a peace treaty…
“It’s beautiful….” Hans impressed with those drawing, I could see it “Magnificent” Well, and I don’t see anything in this paper but the Anatomical drawing. The body sketch with its internal organ. I never seen it that wrote kwa an otter before, instead I’m the genius one. Well, it was better than the real body with the internal organ that lay on the ground.
“So, it’s what he done…” Skipper’s face was changed. He looks angry then “He scalping his armies body to know what’s inside?, And to observe it in order for knowledge!!!”
“Oh God, I must take some of this…” Hans alisema “It’s my treasure…”
“So… its reason why he opened Sergeant’s grave?” Skipper’s anger became smolder “Well, the good reason… the good one to being KILLED!!!!” Wow, I never heard Skipper anger just like that
“So, wewe said… he observe it?” I alisema confusedly…
“He’s Lunatic!! Monster!!” Skipper shouted “He’s worse than communist pigeon that start their brainwash method in Bolivia…” Well, we also did that in Yugoslavia… we brainwashed many priest there…
“No Skipper, this man is a genius…” Hans replied “He can cure anyone faster and healthier than we ever seen before. This otter will make his race arise once more!! He can make a change! The change of history same as our kind do”
“But he’s mad! Possessed kwa devil, he declines the peace treaty kwa put his dirty job to our Sergeant” Skipper shouted became louder kwa the time… even he didn’t realized if he was in the stranger home. Treaty? Well… some mwezi ago, the invasion route in Middle East and America were stopped cause kwa armistice between Mammals and Fidelis’s order. We needed to develop our technologies (especially Nuke 0_0) and the Mammals needed to recruit zaidi partisan and build their village after our artillery barrage crush them down.
“But these papers are the sign of future!!!” I alisema “Its light bedazzle my eyes!!”
“Are wewe listening to me?” Skipper yelled “If the man decline the treaty that will make the armistice finished and the war will arise once again. And if it’s done, don’t ever talk to me when I kill all of mammals in my grasp”
“But…..” Hans tried to oppose Skipper’s word kwa his and… Rico tried to use his own way…
“SShhh….” Rico make the situation become quiet, well we shouldn’t make the noises in the stranger home.
“….. The peace treaty au Sergeant isn’t the good reason why the other race shouldn’t advance their technologies as well as us…” Hans alisema “But according to these papers, this man seems like think like human do…. And anyway we’re not chasing the madman au psycho, perhaps the pioneer…”
*NNGGEEEEENNNGGRRRKKK* the opened door’s sound
Somebody open the door!!! Hold steady!!!
“What’re wewe doing in my house!!!???” the otter alisema with his single-arm. He set his fighting stance and he aimed a gun at us. We knew if he shot one of us, the other will counter it …. Even crueler, knowing we were a soldier of Fidelis. Skipper and Rico prepared their flipper for hand to hand combat while I and Hans were aiming our bunduki at him. He tried to freak us out with his gun and his hand. Yes, maybe his arm quite muscly, but its only made me creepy “I’m not only having one arm….. But 4 cerebrum…”
“What the…?” Okay, that was quite scaring me a lot “That’s impossible (even it’s beautiful). That would make a great complication if wewe have 3 corpus collosum, 6 parts of brains, and 3 cerebellums and branched….”
Well he seemed doesn’t like my argument. When I’m complained and I didn’t aim my bunduki at him. He threw his gun and pulled my riffle to him. He swung my bunduki just like a club and he hit us with the end of my rifle.
“AAAAAHHH!!!” All of us glanced off cause kwa his swung and….. My bunduki and…. My argument
“AArrgghh, I felt he’s harm my liver…” Hans alisema with dreadfully pain around his belly… I knew that feel bro, the bunduki hit your belly at the first before all of us glanced. Well, here we are… my bunduki was in enemy grasp and Hans’s bunduki dropped when all of us glanced off…. And the worst part was both of us didn’t prepare our handgun on that moment…
“Rico!!! mgawanyiko, baidisha the smoke screen!!! Use your smoke grenade!!” Skipper ordered Rico to spit out the smoke bomb. Well, I hope not hairdryer again…
“HHOOOEEECCCHHH!!!” *spit out something… YYEEAAA, that was not hairdryer again. But wait it doesn’t looks like smoke bo…. DAF*Q!!!!
“Uuumm… thanks…” The otter alisema confusedly “But wewe see I hold this rifle. Anyway, thanks for your gift… I… I’m already sated”
Rico spitted out Skipper’s inayopendelewa catfish!!! OH GOD, Skipper would be in very-superb-great super- anger!! (In other simple words, Doomsday…)
“No, that’s my CATFISH!!!” Skipper yelled at the lied catfish
“Uummm… Are wewe yelling to me au to this fish?” The other alisema although his hand still held my rifle.
“ENOUGH!!” Skipper took his crossbow from his back that already has an arrow in it. He continued aiming to the otter, but not for a long time… “This is my present!!!” But the shot was accurately pierced deep… in his belly
Now the otter can’t do anything to freak us more. He dropped my bunduki to stopped his blood flowed more. He removed the arrow in his belly (Well, he was tough enough… I think) and flees to the interior of his main house (not a cave).
“Chase him!!!” Hans shouted and all of the penguins slide to catch him, but Skipper turned around to put the catfish back with his beak “I never forget you, my catfish…” He alisema gently…
“Skipper, come on!!!” Hans alisema from far distance “I will give wewe a truck of catfish!! But quickly, chase the otter NOW!!!”
“Hey, I’m the leader!” Well, I wouldn’t complain that words…
“Okay…okay I’m going…” Hans replied “But there will be no a truck of catfish…”
“Okay…okay I’m going!” Skipper replied slower… well, the catfish was the only one who won this debate… Congrats!
1910 hours, in the interior of the house, we met three corridors that lead us to the different direction and one ladder that lead us to the sekunde floor. Well, this house was just like a labyrinth. But the Animal Control Office in Manila was better, sadly someone destroy it and took one of the prisoner. The local government suspected terrorist…
“Looks, zaidi blood over there…” I alisema while I pointed my flipper to the 2nd corridor “And there too!!” And I pointed my flipper to the 1st corridor too…
“Let’s mgawanyiko, baidisha up!” Skipper alisema “If this labyrinth is circling alike, one of us must wait here. Make sure if the otter kuvuka, msalaba the same way again…”
“I’ll stay here…” Hans picked up his fallen bunduki and alisema it…
Skipper and I seek for our target through the 1st corridor while Rico went to 2nd corridor. Way kwa way, tunnel kwa tunnel, we kuvuka, msalaba many blood trace there and I guessed Rico too… we’ve found many drawing and books, and most of this about the anatomy of animal… Otter, reptile, bird and many others …. But even we thought we were going farer from our start point… at last we made it, I mean we back to our start point… but Hans wasn’t there…
“This is our assembly point where we get started…” Skipper alisema “Hans should already knock him down…” And suddenly Hans seem like walking down through the ladder.
“Hey, that’s Hans” I alisema “Where’s he? The otter must be here…” And right after that, Rico finally came to where we stand then.
“I… I don’t know…” What? That was very un-expected answer! “I’m going outside for a few dakika to make sure he’s not escape from this home… I’m going to assure that this otter still trapped in this house”
“Hans sometimes… you’re really-really SMART!!...” Skipper said
“Uumm... Thanks?” Hans looks confused when he replied it
“But most of time wewe just looks like a flabby shrimp, kamba with no brains mutant just like in Siberia” Skipper alisema then
“Uumm… thanks?...” Hans replied confusedly “But look, I found the ladder that leads me to the sekunde floor. If he used this ladder when I’m checking the outside, he must be trapped up stair now”
“Let’s move!” Without any words again, Skipper alisema like a fierce sea lion… well, it’s usual…
“You mean…” I don’t know what it supposed to be mean, so I tried to moved my feet just like dancing and suffling (Hey, I’m the pioneer!) … “You mean like this...?”
“Okay, repeat my hivi karibuni words to Hans about mutant shrimp, kamba for you…” Skipper alisema “Well hell, Go to the up stair now! Now do wewe understand?”
I just nodded my head and go to the up stair as he asked. Wait, something missing… Oh, Rico. He left behind me…
“…” Rico seems tried to say something “Ladder?” perhaps he wanted to ask whether he would use the ladder… uumm, weird question
“No Flying birdie!!” Skipper alisema “We can’t fly… no plane, no fly”
“Copy that!” Rico gave him salute and mgawanyiko, baidisha out the Jetpack to fly directly to the sekunde floor. Well, that must be hurt but it was great way to go up stair… I knew what it was mean…
I went to the up stair with the ladder with Hans while Skipper left behind. I didn’t know what he did there but it seemed like he abstracted. For Rico, I don’t know what happen then with his Jetpack. After a lot of stair-case we’ve passed, finally we found the strange door that may lead us to the Otter; because it’s the only one room in the sekunde floor. Wait I heard something….
“AAHHH!!!!” IT’S RICO WITH HIS JETPACK SKIMMED FASTLY TOWARDS US!!!! Well, don’t worry. Because just songesha few inches from here… I will not got hit kwa Rico with his jetpack
*CCRRAASSSHHH!!!* Rico crashed the ukuta and after 3 dakika in pain…… the ukuta finally cracked and Rico’s head still intact
“Wow, Rico…” Skipper alisema “Your last shout just sound like a Cyborg Homeless washed kwa water” Those Skipper’s words made me confuse, especially with the end…
“Homeless au Cyborg, Choose one!” I said, yes it was confusing with Cyborg and Homeless in one word.
“I mean Cyborg Homeless, boy! Have wewe ever think that many homeless mice are actually a cyborg that developed kwa secret organization?” Once again, Skipper’s paranoia… I don’t know where he gets that really secret information…
“Okay… whatever…” That was even zaidi confusing than the last words before…
“Get the door open, NOW!!!!!!” Skipper shouted to Hans
“Yes!!!” Hans slapped Rico’s belly and took the spitted satchel charges (A Bomb like dynamite but it’s able to stick on things to explode it). Hans set the satchel charges at the locked door to blown it so we may enter the room… “The Charge is set. Get the salama dist….”
Aawww, the satchel charge had blown before we’ve to run… Good troll, satchel charge… I think wewe broke my foot…
“Aawww my foot…” I shouted “No problem, as long as this is not the brain injury”
“Aaawww my lymph…” Hans shouted too “Aarrrggg. It has been hit two times… Aaww”
“Rico… take care of Kowalski and Hans… I’ll go inside!!! wewe copy?” Skipper ordered Rico to take care of me and Hans. He spitted out medic kit and healed me… but not with Hans, well I could assure that he was in great pain. After few minute, I felt my foot getting better. So I tried to wake up and walked inside the room. After I went inside, I found something worse than the dead corpse lay on the ground… it was the otter… hanged just like a huge key accessories. Then I felt just like be in Dakota horror movie…
“What the…” I alisema and Skipper suddenly turned his head to me after he checked the hanged corpse…. I think he was surprised…
“Kowalski! wewe almost stopped my heart! Don’t do that again… that’s criminal if wewe live in 1623 at Yogya…” Skipper alisema but I didn’t care what he spoke about…
“Skipper, do wewe realize what is it?” Weird… weird… weird and always weird things that I found in that day…
“Oh…” Skipper seemed like got something on his heads “A huge hanger… that steals my arrow… look at his hand…” Skipper took the arrow back to his crossbow from the otter’s grasp. I think he took it off before he hanged himself… but why…
“Skipper, I think you’re also a mutant shrimp, kamba like me and Hans…” I said… yes of course, he was committed suicide. This otter hanged his neck… I didn’t know why he hanged himself. Well, great method anyway… he blocked the airway through the Trachea so he would be out of breath sooner… Well… smart boy. And I also found something on her neck… it was five stab wounds.
“So this is the death of Lunatic…” Skipper alisema “Let’s make everything better than wewe expecting… mammal!!!” Skipper took his Stielhandgranate-grenade and implanted it into the wound where the arrow was pierced… “Fire in the Wound!!!”
*BBLLAAAMMM* And the grenade blown inside the otter’s wound just like a kamikaze bomber… and this one was the worst than all, I mean when the otter’s body blown to a piece… it also blown many blood, flesh and…. Aaarrgghh, Rico I need your vomit pocket!!!
“Rico… your turn….. To kumeza those papers…” Well I saw so many anatomical paper there… well, I think this nyumbani was a paradise of anatomy “I hope your stomach can’t digest cellulose…” And Rico just nodded his head