Now on to the first chapter...
Sat, June 3rd, 2012, 11:34 AM.
Catskill Mountain S.E.A.L. training camp, Catskill Mountains, Larami*.
Aaron Sprague awoke with a jolt.
"What? Where? When?" he stammered, pulling his tiny SCH** out of his pocket and pointing it all over the place.
"Oh, hi Mrs. Clevstone." he said sleepily, putting his SCH back in his pocket.
"Sorry about that," he said. "I must have fallen asleep." He was sitting in his office, slumped over his desk. He was trying to write a battle plan when he had fallen asleep. Mrs. Clevstone, his secretary, had been poking at him with his pencil.
"It's time to supervise the rookies' training session." she said. He yawned.
"Oh yeah." he said, "I'll be right there." She went out the door.
He gazed around his office. His desk was at the far end of the room, opposite of the door. On the wall behind him, there was about 7 plaques commemorating various prominent members in his unit. Most of them were all soaked by now, except for him, his brother, and their head mechanic Edward Black. Above the plaques, were 2 crossed SS50's hanging in a display frame. Above the door was another display frame, holding a mini XP70 which was the founder of the unit's first water gun. He was Aaron's father. After he got soaked in the great battle of Kelder river, his oldest son Aaron, became captain. All along the walls were maps, pictures, and many other different things.
Aaron got up, slowly made his way to the door, and went through it. His office was on a high balcony above the inside of the entire underground base. Below were indoor winter training courses and all sorts of machinery. Aaron walked over to the elevator, and went inside. The buttons read from top to bottom: 2F, 1F, B1F, B2F, and B3F. He pushed the 1F button, and went up to the surface. He walked through the halls of the first floor, going past all sorts of rooms, including: The Radar room, Armory, Workshop, and the interrogation room. He went out the front door. Over to the right was the huge vehicle garage, that stored all the humvees, tanks, and airplanes. But the training camp was off to the left. Aaron hopped into a golf cart for swift transportation across the base. He pulled into the training section.
His younger brother Xavier was already there. Xavier was the second-in-command of the SEALs.
"Hey Aaron, what were you up to?" He asked.
"Uh... Nothing," Aaron replied. "...just thinking up battle plans. You know, we gotta have somebody who knows about the tactical side of things, and is not just interested in blasting the $#!& out of his enemies."
"Who exactly would we be talking about?" asked Xavier.
"No one." Aaron replied, chuckling. "Let's see what we've got here..." Aaron eyed the newbies. One thing was for sure, they didn't look to smart. Aaron decided to test them.
"You there." he asked. "What's your name?"
"Cameron." He replied. "Cameron Stelter."
"Well then Cameron," he asked. "Why did you join the SEALs?"
"To soak people!" he declared. "I will blast them all with my Scoped Super Soaker Shot Blast!" Aaron rolled his eyes. He pretended to be impressed.
"Wow, really?" he asked. "What position would you like to be?"
"I wanna be a heavy assault warrior." He replied with enthusiasm. "After all, I probably have the biggest blaster here." He was right. The biggest blaster that the other newbies had was an Arctic Shock.
"Oh really?" Aaron asked. He picked up his walkie talkie.
"Yo Johnny, I would like you to bring an MXL and the Decimator to the training section."
"Newbies?" Johnny asked. "How did you guess?" Aaron replied sarcastically.
"Haha. I'll bring them right away."
A few minutes later, Johnny came on a golf cart towing a trailer with a tarp covering it. Aaron walked over.
"Okay guys. Let's get one thing straight. If Cameron here wants to be a heavy forward, then he'll have to be able to use this." He pulled the MXL out of the trailer. The newbies' mouths' flew open and their eyes popped. Cameron looked like he just saw a cow getting sucked up by a flying saucer.
"What's the matter?" Aaron asked. "It's just an MXL."
"Just... Just... Wha...?" Cameron stuttered.
"Oh come on," Aaron said laughing. "Don't tell me you've never heard of the MXL."
"Err... well... No, they don't have it in stores." He said.
"Well, they don't make it anymore." Aaron said.
"Wow." Cameron said, amazed. "It's gotta be the most powerful blaster ever! Can I have one?" he asked.
"Well, I wouldn't use it in combat unless it's been heavily modded." he replied. "Most heavy forwards use something like this." He pulled a huge homemade out of underneath the tarp. It resembled a Supercannon II made out of 4" pipe with an onboard reservoir, and a WBL slung underneath.
"We call this the decimator." Aaron said. And if you thought the newbies were stunned before, then you should have seen their faces when they saw this behemoth.
"Homemades are always the most powerful water blasters you can get. This particular one, is our most powerful hand-held blaster, it can get around 140 feet of range. The newbies just gaped. "Well then," Aaron said. "...everyone line up. Training is now in session."
"Argh!" Aaron growled. "Newbies are getting more stupid every year!" Training had just finished, and Aaron and Xavier were driving the golf cart back to the main complex.
"Yeah, they are all probably Modern Warfare 2 addicts." Xavier said. "I'm really concerned at the future of this unit." The training session had gone terribly. Half of the newbies had no idea what they were supposed to be doing, and the ones who did kept goofing around and shooting all over the place. Aaron had to shoot a WBL with a foam ball in it at them in order to keep them under control.
"At least they're good for distraction." Xavier said glumly.
"Whatever works." Aaron replied.
They had arrived back at the main building and went inside.
"Hey, Aaron! Xavier!" Edward Black, their chief mechanic, was hailing them from the workshop room. He had a interesting new homemade in his hands, it looked like a CPH with a tracked pump, a shoulder stock, and a sight on top. It was about the size of a 2001 Monster/CPS 4100. The PC case was transparent, and instead of a rubber bladder inside, there was a huge spring. The whole blaster was hooked up to a backpack.
"You're just in time to see my new invention!" he said excitedly. "I think I've finally got it!"
Aaron and Xavier followed him to the elevator, back down to B2F. They headed to the indoor firing range. Edward filled the blaster up, then started to pump. Water filled up in the transparent pipe with the big spring. He then pointed it downrange.
"Ready?" he asked.
"We're all holding our breath." Aaron said. Then he pulled the trigger. The big spring compressed, and a perfectly laminated stream shot out of the end of the gun, landing just beyond the 100 ft mark.
"Well Eddie, You've done it again." Aaron congratulated him. "You've just broken the record for the smallest blaster to reach 100'."
"That's what I do." Edward said.
Suddenly, the alarm started blaring.
"What is it!?" Xavier shouted. Johnny ran up to them.
"Have you heard? Zack Nizburn and four other members of the UAFL including the Filcerk brothers have been kidnapped by the Red Eye Brotherhood!" he gasped.
"You two are the only UAFL leaders that have not been kidnapped!" Aaron stood there calmly.
"Well it looks like we're in business." he said quietly.
*In case you haven't figured it out, Larami is a fictional country named after the greatest water blaster manufacturer in history.
**SCH stands for Super Charger Homemade. Basically a homemade that you can hose-charge. A 2L falls under that category.