PrologueIn 2086 a bomb was set off in the U.S. defense quarter destroying 84% of all defenses in the said Nation. Civillians were notified by channel 6 that it was a Russian attack. At this point the U.S. was in a state of emergency. Two weeks later several bombs were set off in civilian occupied towns all over Russia leaving 100% of Russian defenses in tact. The main civilian population in Russia thought this was fault of the Americans knowing most American civilians thought that the American bombing was fault of the Russians. In fact all of the bombings were fault of the Kamisians, the people occupying a secret nation of the coast of Fiji. Kamis's plot was to launch several small missiles towards important area's in the now code red alerted Russia. After the missiles are destroyed from currently activated anti-missile defenses, Russia, thinking that they were U.S. missiles, will launch an attack in the defensibly crippled U.S. starting a third world war. In this war defenses will be purchased from Kamis making huge profits to all Kamisians. The CIA was informed of this plot to start World War III and created a draft into Kamis of person's twelve and older with military training. This is the story of that mission.Chapter 1The luminous sun reflected off the gelid ice of the just-poured coke. The olive-colored tennis shoes rested by the bulgy chair as the dynasty warriors grasped the carrot-colored wall. The fuzzy rug grabbed his feet as the mellow, colorless chair pulled him back. Prprprprprprprpr; it was happening so fast. Prprprprprprprpr. Mikey's eyelids flew open. Bullets were flying through the shattered window. The air swirled by as he flipped off his chair and tipped his table. The chilled coke spilled on the colorful shag rug. Buh bubububu; a hard, metal grenade like the devils trident rested on the floor next to Mikey. Time was nearing an end. Mikey's extended his leg pushing him toward the grenade as the eighty-pound cast iron table collapsed in his previous outpost. As Mikey flew through the air his hand grasped the grenade and tossed it back from where it came. As Mikey was landing, everything changed. The table was back upright and the Coke was on top of that. The window wasn't shattered. One object stayed eerily the same; the grenade was flying through the air toward the closed unbroken window. The grenade was only five feet from the window encounting when the bedroom door swung open, his mom's head popped in the room with just enough time to see the grenade repel of the bulletproof army styled glass (Mikey forgot about this factor during his dream) and bounce on the floor. His mom's mouth slowly opened,"Michael J. Grimm, stop playing with your plastic toys and get your tukkus down in that kitchen by 0'600 hundred or it's your tank driver's license!"Chapter 2Breakfast was brief, and Mikey explained about his dream. His mom responded,"You have to spend more time studying and less time napping."His mom dropped him off in front of school and then took off to the central intelligence agency. A voice shot from the right,"Freak!" Mikey's stomach churned and started rising into his throat, "You got some 'splainin to do-" Mikey huddled to the ground in a ball. He knew who it was, the Italian exchange student, Pippy Pimpson. The story goes that on Pippy's first day of school some kid made fun of his name, Pippy grabbed his shirt collar, pulled him into the bushes, and he was never seen again. Now, Pippy approached, took a single swing at Mikey. He was flat on the ground,"And don't do it again." Yur's voice faded as he entered the schoolyard.Jonathan approached Mikey slowly,"You o.k. Man?""Uhhhh-"*****In the middle of math class (known to Mikey as the midday nap) the intercom came on,"Michael Grimm report to the principal's office immediately, Michael Grimm." All of his classmates in perfect unison chanted,"Oooooooooooh"*****The walk to the principal's office felt as long as it was tedious (which meant it felt like a really long time). Thoughts kept running through his head like," You've napped your last math class." Or"Skip to Canada and they'll never find you"Mikey's heart sank, the sign hung against the wall in front of him, the sign that stated the two most frightening words a slacker like Mikey knew, the two words reading PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE.Chapter 3Principal Schnauzer paced back and forth as Mikey sat in a small wooden chair."Mikey, are you aware that there is a fine line between good and bad?""Yes sir" Mikey said thinking this is the worst straightforward speaker on the east coast." What is the square root of 124?""12" the questions started pouring in."What was the average percentage of accurate shots in target-practice last year?""93%" now he was just shooting questions.`"Name the members of your family"" My dad, my mom, me, and my older brother Johny.""Wrong, wrong, you are WRONG! Your brother died 11 hours ago, he was found three hours ago. The autopsy was done two and a half hours ago. I was notified 15 minutes ago... that came out not quite the way I intended it to.******It was a very grim night for the Grimms, as they were sitting Shiva, family, friends, and many neighbors walked through the open doorway. A man in uniform walked over to Mikey and took him into the kitchen."Mikey, do you know that there is a war going on in Kamis?""Yes" not this again Mikey thought. Many questions followed until finally the man in uniform blurted out,"You're being drafted into the war!"*****As Mikey boarded the aircraft carrier he said bye to his parents, few words were spoken and none wanted to be heard.Chapter 4The first several days of the trip were no less than living in hell. The world past Mikey by as he lay down on his bunk feeling nothing but the cold, sharp feeling of his metal dog tags. For the first time he was lying down yet ironically couldn't sleep a wink. He didn't get up to eat or drink. He was just lying there with nothing but a blank face and the sight of men walking. He didn't know what for and for simplicity sake, he didn't care.*****The ship finally came to a stop and by then Mikey was up, mostly just pacing but he was up and that's what 's important. He was unloaded along with the other soldiers on to the docks. Woosh, woosh, woosh, men, women and teenagers were running past him. His lazy eyes shot wide open. It clicked, we're at war. He started following a young woman that just past him. Prprprprprpr! That sound was familiar, he turned to see the teenager behind him being shot. Freaked out he continued to follow the woman in front of him, she dived into a small cave. Simultaneously he tripped and serendipitously did a cart wheel into said cave. The woman neurotically started something about a mission. Mikey kind of spaced out thinking that this woman was kind of like his aunt May."Ready...Break" the woman started running in a direction and Mikey followed."No, No, over the-" Mikey heard a soft click over the gunfire, time slowed down as a mine set off under the woman's feet. Mikey had to see her die slowly and worst of all, it was his fault.A metal doorway, in the side of a big building that people were shooting out of up ahead caught his eye. Dodging grenades that started flying all over the place he ran toward it. The door as it started to close as he jumped through it. In front of him was a new door that slowly opened. The large room drew him. It was a missile silo.Crash! He was rolling on the floor as he pulled out a button-triggered grenade from his vest holding half an inch from the ground so that if he dropped it the place would blow stopping the launches and destroying all of the automated defenses. A gun barrel was pressed against the side of his head. A scientist wielded the gun. The remained in that position for days knowing if either used their form of defense they'd both be killed in an instant.Mikey was sitting there not tired at all just staring at the scientist. The scientists eyes started to close and he fell over from exhaustion. Mikey took the hand gun and shot a pipe above so after about five minutes it would collapse to the ground set the grenade under the pipe so when the pipe fell, the grenade would go off.Mikey was huddled back in the cave for shelter when the bomb blew destroying the missiles along with the defenses. Men and women charged into the mosty destroyed building capturing the Kamisians operating the now destroyed defenses. Mikey prepped himself for the long ride home knowing he actually stayed awake longer than someone else which is the greatest accomplishment he could comprehend for the mean time.
