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== Chapter 3 ==
Day One (continued)
Fifteen shook his head a few times quickly and then thought to himself. 'What can I do? First thing's first, I definitely don't want to get drunk and miss all the action again'
All the sligs raised their tankards. “TO OUR FALLEN HEROES”, they all said in unison and drank. 'That probably tastes a little bitter if my memory serves me right', Fifteen thought to himself. Seventeen walked up to Fifteen and patted him on the back. “Good win eh? Let's get drunk tonight” Fifteen smiled, “Heck yeah!” Fifteen filled up his beer and while Seventeen wasn't looking, spilled the drink all the way down his chest. Fifteen pretended to act drunk and pretty soon, all the sligs were wobbling and falling over each other. Fifteen then moved out of the way and to a quieter area.
'First of all' he thought to himself, 'I've got to make sure that Danzig keeps out of harm's way, now where could he be...' Fifteen looked around, if Danzig was anywhere, he would be in the officer's quarters. Fifteen slowly walked over there, listening for any unusual sounds. A bottle smashing made Fifteen flinch and look around, but it was only a drunk slig who had lost control of their bottle as they fell asleep on the ground.
Fifteen was quite alone as most of the other sligs were clearly partying like never before. He managed to find Danzig's quarters. Inside were the six sligs assigned to guard him, including Sixteen. “Hey Sixteen” he said in a hushed tone. Sixteen walked over. “Hey Fifteen, something up?” Fifteen nodded. “Look, I think Danzig is in danger. I just have a bad feeling about Tuesday morning” Sixteen looked at the clock on the wall. “Well, in about thirty minutes, it will be morning”
Fifteen looked around cautiously, “In that case, we need to get moving pronto. Can you think of something to say to Danzig?” Sixteen nodded, “Leave it to me, I know just the thing...” Before they left, Fifteen set up a hidden security camera so that it would keep an eye on the local area. 'I'll check the tapes tomorrow', he thought.
Day Two (early morning)
“FREE SCRAB CAKES IN THE MESS HALL” Sixteen yelled. Fifteen was surprised to see Danzig and his bodyguards get up and make ready to leave. “Wow” he said, “It can't believe that worked. That's all you had to say?” Sixteen chuckled, “Well after a massive speech like that, everyone needs food right? Besides I can hack into one of the vending machines for free food!”
Sixteen used his technical skills to open the vending machine and dispense lots of snacks and treats. He spread out all the food, pretty soon all of the sligs gathered around the table, one of them took out a battered deck of cards. Fifteen walked up to the metallic doors and tapped a locking code on the display. The outer lock was enabled, this meant that the door could only be opened from the inside. Fifteen saw a Greeter nearby. “Probably better if I activate this thing, just in case” Fifteen breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to play carts with the other sligs.
Day Two (late morning)
Fifteen rubbed his eyes and got up. He could see a few other sligs with their heads on the table. Danzig was talking to one of his bodyguards who was still wearing their chainmail top. It appeared that the plan to protect Danzig has worked. At the moment, Fifteen was still oblivious as to who had planned to murder the veteran. Then again, he could have just as easily been injured trying to apprehend whoever it was. Besides, the security tapes would reveal all... hopefully.
There was a knock on one of the doors. Fifteen walked up to it, entered the unlocking code and saw Thirteen, the unluckiest slig walk in. “Oh hi guys, I see you had a little party-” Fifteen saw it in slow motion as Thirteen's mechanical foot rested on a Scrab Cake wrapper. Thirteen slipped and then knocked into the Greeter. “Ow ow ow” he moaned. The Greeter uttered a high pitched “What?” and was knocked over onto it's side. “He looks kinda beat up, better get him to the RSM”, one of the bodyguards said.
Fifteen nodded and picked up Thirteen by the elbow, helping him to his feet and then leading him to the RSM for treatment. Suddenly Fifteen remembered how Thirteen ended up in the RSM in the first place. 'Hang on... That Scrab Cake wrapper! Was that just a co-incidence? Or did I just MAKE the future happen?'
== TO BE CONTINUED... ==
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