Blowhole's base explodes in a firey ball of toxic gasses and total destruction. We feel the heat, depsite the fact we're at a reasonably seguro distance. No-one could survive THAT explosion.
Even Rico seems too upset to enjoy the, usually, delightful sensation an explosion gives him. I can't say I blame him. His leader and friends are in there.
WERE in there.
Now, they were probably with Manfreedi and Johnson, where ever THEY are. They've most likely gone to a better place. I've never known Skipper to be religous, though there is a lot I don't know about him.
I must stop thinking of them as being gone forever. I must think of them only being gone for a short while, and I will see them again...some day.
I turn to face the other two. Kiva is crying bitterly and Rico is dangerously near tears. I must admit, I'm about to weep myself.
"Come," I say. "We must go back to the zoo." We start walking off, but Kiva stops and looks back. Rico and I continue on, knowing she will follow soon.
I just stare. Stare at the ruins of what used to be an enemy's base. I just...stare. A whole lot of good staring will do. It's not like it'll bring them back from the DEAD! But what else can I do?
I don't want to leave. I don't. I want to stay. No, I want to go. I want to be with CC and Private and Skipper. No I don't. I want them to be here. I want them to...to...not be dead. I've only just met CC and I feel she and I have been through many adventures together.
As I say my last, silent good-byes, I turn to leave. What else could I do? Nothing. There was nothing ANY of us could do to save them.
I wish I kept carrying CC. Then I would have at least saved her. Then Skipper would be here too. I don't know what happened that caused them to delay, but somehow, I feel I could have prevented it. Of course, I couldn't have.
No-one could. Skipper had dado us direct orders to stay where we were. I always try and stick to those orders, though at times, I feel the urge to go against them.
Why didn't I? I know I could have helped him. Why didn't I go with my gut instinct and help him? I know I would have died in that explosion too, but at least I'd have tried to help. Skipper would have done the same, even if HIS leader had dado him direct orders.
The guys have come home, from saving CC, Private and Kiva. My disappointment probably showed in great amounts, when only the three of them showed up at my doorstep. I know my grief did when they told me the news.
I knew Skipper well. I knew he would do any honourable thing he could to save his team-mates and friends. I didn't think he'd go THIS far, only to fail.
Never again will I call him paranoid. Never again will I scoff at his strange, commando ways. Never again will I enter his HQ without knocking, if only it would bring him back.
Bring THEM back.
Now most of the zoo suffer the great loss of them: Great, honourable Skipper, a good leader, and friend. Sweet, naive Private, Tte corazón of his team, and a good natured animal. Kind and caring CC, though, barely known por her few friends, greatly loved among them.
I feel broken. Torn apart at the seams. I'm sure I can never feel the same again, since losing three, great friends.