I strap on my gear and cock my gun. Whatever comes next, I know I will face it full throttle. Benny is to my six, making sure I don't get any unexpected surprises. I advance forward with Benny on my rear, my index finger barely caressing the outside of my trigger. We round the corner PEW PEW PEW I clock my first bogey. I yell back to Benny; he's been grazed but nothing serious. On we march, sweat dripping down my brow. We round a corner, and suddenly BAM we hit Frankie. I nearly blew my load all over him, but he seems more relieved to see us. The three of us sashay forward. What seems like hours later, the three of us find bogeys holed up in a nice little nest. I signal to Benny, he understands to flank left. I signal to Frankie and he understands to provide cover. I flank right. I make my patented Toucan bird cry *CRRRRK CRRRK FOLLOW YOUR NOSE CRRRRK* and Frankie unleashes hell on the nest. While the bogeys are trained on Frankie, Benny and I slip around and come at them from the side. Five bogeys down, one to go. While we high five, we hear a sound off in the distance. The enemy's last man nailed Buford and Henry. We glance at each other and nod, knowing what we have to do. As we crawl out of the nest on our hands and knees, we hear a siren. Only minutes left now, we understand. On we crawl. BAKOW, off in the distance, the bastard got Jeffy. Son of a bitch. He was just a kid. We hurdle onward, the sweat crawling down into our bungholes. Suddenly, Frankie lights up like a Christmas tree. I freeze at the shear beauty and destruction that is Frankie's body. I look at Benny and I see tears in his eyes. I try to get my bearings, and I look up--I see him, that bastard is perched above us, reloading. I try to signal Benny, and lay down covering fire as I run forward. Bennytenses up. As I dive forward, I glance behind me and see Benny get lit up just like Frankie. Man to man now. Sirens continue. Not long now. I shimmy upwards towards the enemy's last position. I see gear in front of me and a gun perched. I inch forward. I place my rifle behind it, and chortle, "Game over". Then I fire. Nothing. I freeze. Then I turn around. And as I do, I get shot, in my chest. As I keel over, I hear off in the distance, the referee announcing, "GAME OVER, RETURN YOUR LASER GUNS TO BASE. GLOW BOWLING STARTS IN 10 MINUTES." I weep for Benny.
