“Quick! Get inside!” he said franticly as they reached the door.
He kicked it open, checked inside to made sure it was empty
then ushered them all in.
Just as he pulled the door closed behind him,
the droid squad appeared at the back of the base. The droids had won. They had taken over the base.
Everyone collapsed onto the floor or against a wall, panting and coughing. The house they had broken into was just a small, one-roomed building. There was a window with no glass facing towards the base and a small washbasin below it. There were a couple of empty cupboards and a wafer-thin mattress on the floor in the corner. The walls were no better inside than they were out. Paint was flaking off and in one corner there was a hole with some pipes hanging out.
Blast groaned and clutched his stomach as he leant against one of the walls. It was nearly time for his injection. Padfoot looked at him in concern but didn’t say anything, not wanting to in front of Charge.
Charge was sat next to Padfoot on the mattress and he pulled his helmet off and put his head back against the wall. To Blast’s great surprise, he was only young. He had a very young but still battle-scarred face and lots of wavy brown hair.
Blast pulled his own helmet off and set it down on the ground by his feet. He saw Charge looking at him and smiled.
“You’re younger than I expected.” Charge said with his eyes closed and his head still back.
Blast smiled and replied “And you’re a lot younger than I expected.”
Charge’s lip twitched in what might have been a smile. “Everybody says that.” He said and opened his eyes.
Blast smiled again. “Right. Everyone needs a rest. I’ll keep lookout for now. There’s nothing we can do until everyone is back at full strength.” Padfoot looked at him knowingly. Knowing that Blast wasn’t going to be back at full strength until he’d had his injection and that he was still in pain. That was why he wanted to be on watch.
And so they all relaxed as much as possible and slept. All except Blast who stood looking out of the window at the droids patrolling the base they had just won control of.
Padfoot also didn’t sleep. He pretended he was, but in actual fact he was keeping an eye on Blast, making sure he didn’t collapse or anything.
It was lucky he was, because just as darkness started to fall, Blast suddenly jerked and fell to his knees.
The U.R.S. second in command leapt up and grabbed him to make sure he didn’t fall completely.
“I though I told you to get some sleep.” Blast quietly groaned.
“Yeah. It’s lucky I didn’t though isn’t it.” He smiled under his helmet and helped Blast up. R.K. looked at his monitor. “I should have taken it an hour ago.” He commented and Padfoot bit his lip.
“Do you think you’ll make it?” he asked in concern.
“I don’t know. Turso said that if I mutate again it will be a lot slower and more painful. It won’t be as instant as last time. It will stretch out over a couple of hours.” And just as he said it, he grabbed his left hand and pulled it against his chest.
“What’s wrong?” Padfoot asked. Blast yanked his glove off and saw that his hand had started turning green.
He stared at it for a few seconds then rammed his glove back on.
“Wake everyone up. We’re going in.”
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