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But by this time the other vehicles had managed to shoot around the first corner, and so were safe, atleast until the enemy followed suit.
Ducking down, Roal grabbed something from under the dashboard. It was small and square, about double the size of a grenade, and painted entirely black. He turned it over in his hand, and saw three buttons. One was green, another blue, and the last was red. Under red was the number five. Under blue was thirty and under green, sixty. Pressing the red button, he hurled it behind him.
Five . . .
Jack hit the gas.
Four . . .
Three . . .
Two . . .
Five buggies burst round the corner, guns blazing.
One . . .
The box burst open horizontally, cracking like an eggshell. A wave of superheated steel shrapnel surged forth along the ground, shredding the front wheels of the nearest vehicles.
Three buggies were hit by the blast. Two lost all of their tyres; the other only lost their front tyres.
One of the ones that lost all their tyres was lucky enough to be far ahead of the other vehicles, and so they simply skidded forward ten metres, the following buggies just dodging around them. The other wasn’t so fortunate.
He was in the middle of coming around in a wide loop, and so when his tyres got destroyed, he became unable to turn, and was thrown into a nearby tree, killing the occupants instantly.
The third buggy, the one that had only lost its front tyres, managed to regain some control, and although he was now far behind, he surged forward, skidding and sliding all over the place. The man in the gunner’s position hung on for dear life, struggling to hold onto the cylindrical piece of metal in his hands. Raising it to his shoulder, he fixed the brace in place and aimed carefully at the small buggy that was causing so much havoc.
Smiling, he pulled the trigger.
***

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Roal saw the small buggy closing in on them in through the mirror. Watching, he saw the gunner struggle to stay in place, then pull out a large cylindrical object, before loading it with an orange tipped rocket. Saw the white finger of smoke lance out of it and heard the following boom.
Jack swerved to the left, trying to avoid it. The rocket hit the ground to the right of them, digging up a fountain of dirt.
One of the enemy buggies darted between the LTV and Roal’s buggy, its gunner jumping across onto their buggy.
Startled, Roal’s gunner was to slow to react, and had his head blasted off as a result. Reacting instinctively, Roal fired his pistol four times through the roof. A muffled scream of pain told him that atleast one of bullets had hit.
Swinging out through the window he pulled himself onto the rear gunner’s position. Grabbing the minigun, he fastened himself into the safety harness, detaching the dead White Lion. Swinging around, he saw the man jump across onto his buggy. Aiming the minigun, he fired.
Click!
He was out off ammo. Grinning, the enemy soldier aimed his rifle directly at Roal’s face.
Only to see Roal do a most unexpected thing: he straight at the soldier, knocking them both off the buggy. The man hit the ground . . .

. . . and was instantly crushed by the buggy that was following them.
Roal, however, was still strapped into the harness, so his fall was called abruptly short after only one foot.
He clambered back up, and saw another finger of smoke lancing out of the rocket launcher on the rapidly closing in buggy. Jumping across, he swung through the window of the buggy that was still next to them, and knocked the driver out the other side, through the door, which was slightly open. Opening the left hand door, Jack jumped in and they shot away, a bare second before their old buggy exploded.

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By this time however, their LTV was a long way ahead, still being harried by the other buggy. Hitting the gas, Roal shot off in hot pursuit, still being chased by the semi-disabled buggy.

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Chapter 10: An Old Enemy
Roal began to catch up to the speeding vehicles. He tried to ram the other buggy off the road, into the trees, but their own enemy buggy was stopping them, constantly bumping them from the side and rear, all the while the gunner was firing with his sub-machinegun. Thankfully, his minigun had been knocked off from its platform in an earlier explosion, and he was out of rockets.
As they no longer had a gunner, they had no way to strike back at them, seeing as if they rammed them, it would give the other buggy the chance to board the LTV.
So, for the moment, the chase was in a stalemate.
Action, reaction, action, reaction.
But after several minutes, Roal began to see a pattern emerging. Whenever the one in front moved to the right, the one behind emulated the action, meaning that when Roal moved forward to ram the one in front, the one behind could easily knock them aside.
Drawing a long, thin wire from his pocket, Roal turned to
Jack.
“Keep going. Act like we’ve been doing for the last few minutes, so they won’t suspect anything,” he told him.
Jack raised his eyebrow, but Roal was already clambering over his seat into the small tray at the back.
Quickly, he pulled another object from his pocket: a small hand grenade.
Carefully he tied the wire to the grenade in two spots: at the base, and at the pin.
Quickly, he tied the pin end to his rear bumper. Then, he drew a small pen from his pocket.
With an almighty clang, the two vehicles clashed together, and Roal moved with lightning speed.
He looped the small loop of wire he had made through the front bumper of the other buggy, jamming the pen through the hole to hold it in place.
“Jack! Full speed, straight forward!” he yelled.
Puzzled, Jack obeyed.
But when their buggy pulled away, they also pulled away something tied to their rear bumper.
A tiny metal pin.

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Five seconds later, the enemy buggy exploded in a billowing cloud of smoke and flame. The wreck hurtled forward several metres, propelled by its momentum.
They made short work of the other one.
Without the distraction provided by the trailing buggy, Roal easily manoeuvred the buggy away from the LTV and boarded it. After a small gunfight he drove back towards Jack and the LTV.
However, just as they were celebrating their temporary victory, an ominous shape emerged from the blood red clouds. In the ruddy light from the setting sun, the helicopter, with its long, slanted nose and curved back, looked like a hummingbird.
Ten soldiers jumped out, forming a perimeter around them, with helicopter flying ominously above.
Slowly, Roal and his men got out of the vehicles, their hands raised.
One of the men walked forward, taking his helmet off as he did so, revealing a hideously scarred face. A face that Roal recognised. A face that filled every fibre of his body with dread.
The man smiled, a cruel, evil smile, with no hint of compassion.
“Roal Atkins. I’ve waited a long time to repay for this,” he said, pointing to a hideous burn on his right side.
Pulling his arm back, he punched Roal straight in the nose. There was a hideous cracking sound, and Roal was thrown back five feet. Blood was spurted all over his face, and his nose was cracked onto one side.
The man smiled again.

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Chapter 11: More Enemies
In the control room at the St Farrell’s airbase, the world was in chaos. Every monitor was flashing, and everyone was speaking rapidly into different communications channels.
“-no, we already ha-“
“-yes sir, but may-“
“-no sergeant, under no circumstances change al-“
On one particular monitor there was a green wireframe map of a small quadrant of the dense jungle just south of Yanille. Two Men were standing over it, watching a small red blip move across the screen. One of the men was talking:
“You see sir, they’re fine up until here,” he pointed to a small section in the south, “but then their flight path becomes erratic and their flight signature changes drastically, and every single one of their signals overloads. The secret word does not exist. About three-four minutes later, after it gathers a lot of speed, it simply stops. No phase out, no sudden spike in electricity, nothing. It just stops.”
The other man scratched his coarse stubble thoughtfully.
“Who was piloting it? And what mission was it on?”
“Just a second sir.*
The young man at the keyboard began typing rapidly into a small databank. Several minutes later he answered.
“It’s piloted by a man named Roal Atkins. 19, half-gnome, youngest recorded member of the G15. Worked in our army along with several of the FDU a few years ago in operation Zelda. He was piloting the craft for a standard drop mission. Was supposed to drop twenty-five White Lions off just south of where Oo’glog used to be, then move to a safe location for seven days or until a pickup beacon was placed. They did*’t wait at all, they just headed straight back. In my opinion sir, he’s stolen the craft and overloaded the signal to here. Then he’s gone rogue and joined the enemy.”
The older man looked sceptical. “It’s too risky to send in backup. Call all units back and send for the scouts. Let these rogues taste cordite, and make them wish they had never so much as thought about betraying.
“Yes Sir.”
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Several minutes later, out of a concealed hole in a mountainside north of the deathzone, several blue camouflaged transports shot off a short runway. In them was thirty Tactical Reconnaissance Scouts, Falador’s famous TRS’s. They were armed to the teeth with sub-machineguns, pistols, several swords and steely expressions. They were the TRS’s, and they would stop at nothing.

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Chapter 12: Southward Bound
The helicopter roared through the air over the jungle, heading south towards the main ScapeRune encampment. From the ground the noise must have been deafening, but inside the black beast it was merely a faint humming, the result of the sound resistant material the hull was made of.
Jack shuffled over to Roal, flinching slightly as again he saw the shattered nose and the dried mud caking his whole face.
“Roal, who is this person? Old scar-face?”
Roal smiled weakly. But it was a sad smile, not his normal heart-warming grin.
“Well, you know how I used to work in Falador. Me and a few others were sent down here for a scout mssion, to place a prototype teleporter deep behind enemy lines. Anyway, we got there all right, and we set up the teleporter. But then we were ambushed. To this day I don’t know how.
Me and three others were captured alive. Everyone else was slaughtered.
However, Connor used the teleporter to escape.”
Jack frowned. “Yes, but what does this have to do with scar-face? And why does have a grudge against you?”
Roal sighed. “That man was the man who captured us. He tortured us one by one until we died. Soon I was next. He was almost finished with Philip O’Hanley. Philip had lost the use of his legs, so he couldn’t walk. So I decided to escape.
That night, I managed to get out. But on the way I got hit in the foot with two shotgun shells from a shotgun I had just pushed out of my face. I smashed the mans face against the wall. So I hobbled out of the facility, Philip on my shoulders.
Then he came chasing after us, firing wildly. So I threw a grenade back at him. The explosion hideously burnt him.”

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He sighed again. “My foot began to fester. I went mad, having arguements with Philip about everything, from why he was so heavy, to why its was so hot. Somehow, I got better. I don’t know how. But my first thought was, that Philip was dead. A bullet hole could be clearly seen through his head. He had been dead for days, and he was starting to rot.”
A tear leaked out of his eye and down his face.
Jack patted him on the back, and he seemed about to say something. But at that moment the helicopter gave a lurch and started to glide toward the ground.
Roal looked out of the window and grimaced.
Below them was a sprawling sea of tents and trenches, swarming with ScapeRune soldiers. Patrols were constantly streaming in and out, and tank flattened the trees around the camp to make way for a new road.
“We’re lucky. It’s not the main base, just a temporary camp site.”
Roal turened to see Jack leaning over his shoulder. “In this instance I think lucky is a relative term.”
Jack gruffly conceded the point.
Then the door to the main hold opened and several men came out, aiming guns at the prisoners. Then they pointed them to the door in an unmistakable gesture. Move it.

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Chapter 13: Twin Oracles
The freezing wind tore at the clothes of the men as they trudged through the knee-deep snow. Even though this was not a combat zone they had they’re guns raised out of habit.
They were a mixed group. Most of them were high-ranking army officials of the various forces present in the southern warzone.
The G15 commander.
The commander of the white lions.
The supreme commander of the dwarves.
Several elf nobles.
And one man in a red cloak, with a hood over his eyes.
Finally, they reached their goal, after climbing up the entire white wolf mountain. The Oracle.
She sat at the highest peak of the mountain, gazing at the clear night sky, mumbling to herself in an unknown language.
One of the men hesitantly approached her.
“Revered oracle, have you as of yet discovered the means of our victory?”
This had become a tradition amongst the runescape commanders. Once a year, a group of army leaders was sent to the top of the mountain to see if the oracle had foreseen a means of their victory over the armies of ScapeRune. So far, after two hundred years and 7 different oracles, the answer had been resolutely no.
The oracle stared hard at the man, clad in shining white armour and carrying a large, gold plated sniper rifle.
“Yes!” she cried.
The faces of the men were shocked. As this was the age of science, not magic, most of them believed her to be a fraud.
“His name is Roal Atkins. He is a pilot in the Gnome Air Force 415th Company. He must survive or you will fail. If he survives you shall succeed.”
The generals shared a look, then started asking her questions.
“Do the ScapeRune generals know?”
“Have they prepared?”
“How long do we have to keep him alive for?”
The oracle glanced at the first speaker, an old elf noble with s supreme grasp of tactics.

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