CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-TWO
“Denzling Runner Two to Private Cloud, come in.”
The Slig special operative leaned forward across the controls of his jetcopter, adjusting his audio receptors to listen to the crackle of static from the radio system. He shook his head. “Repeat: Denzling Runner Two to Private Cloud, bleepin’ well come in!”
He waited for several more seconds before turning to the BigBro sitting in the oversize pilot’s chair. “Aaah, what’s the use of it, Edur? Why do we care about a soldier who deserted his post?”
The BigBro Edur shrugged. “We’re SKRUT. It’s not our job to think about it, Oner.”
Oner shook his head. “Slig Kommando Radical Uber Troopers. What a sappy name…”
“Stop complaining.”
Oner grinned, flexing his face-tentacles. “Complaining? What are you talking about, Edur? I’m just…stating a fact.”
He folded his arms behind his head. “I should send in a complaint to the High Command about—”
“Oner?”
“Yeah?”
Edur shoved him in the shoulder. “Shut up.”
Oner scowled and turned away. “Oh, you are such a meanie…”
Something caught his eye, and he turned to look at the scanner. His eyes grew wide behind their mask as he noticed the radical readings coming in from the device.
“Uh…Edur?” he laughed nervously.
“I told you to shut up.”
Oner shook his head. “The, uh, scanner’s picking up something that, uh…stands a hundred and seventeen feet tall…and has tentacles?”
Edur grunted in surprise and glanced momentarily at the scanner. “Good Odd! What is—?!”
Oner pointed out the windshield. “I see it, I see it! Over there!”
Edur turned, and looked, and cursed.
Oner sucked in his breath as the massive tentacled creature came into closer view over the horizon. “Now I think I know why Cloud was calling…”
He picked up his electro-nunchuks and grinned. “But we’re SKRUT. That’s what we’re for…”
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