Strange sounds could be heard over Miles' headset. It sounded almost like weeping.
"Dude, don't get emotional on me," Alex warned. "If you start crying, I'll start crying, and then we'll have a cryfest between two people who've never even seen each other, and it'll be super awkward."
The sounds persisted.
"Okay, seriously cut it out. I wasn't all that dramatic or moving. I was just telling you what I was doing."
Snorts could be heard now. With a jolt, Alex realized that Miles wasn't crying- far from it.
He was laughing his ass off.
"As previously noted," Alex said, "You're a dick."
Miles couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a long winded laugh and dissolved into uncontrollable laughter. From the background noises, he had fallen off his chair, and was on the floor.
"You, you want to go into the most heavily guarded area in the entire goddam game, and destroy it. Alone if you have to? That's some funny- ass shit right there!"
"Yes."
Miles got back in his chair and scooted it back to its original spot. "Dude, I haven't laughed that hard since that reporter got pantsed on live television;" He said between giggles. "Holy crap, I needed that."
"I'm being serious."
"I'm being serious too." Miles said, taking a deep breath. "They work out of a freaking castle! It would take a small army to just break their defenses! And you think that you can do it by yourself? You might think you're the GingaNinja, but you look nothing like one. You've got no mask, and your hair sticks out like a beacon."
"Probably not," Alex admitted. "But I'd still try even if I couldn't find anyone to help me."
Miles took a look at him, his eyes widening. "Damn. You're not kidding. You're really going to try and take them on, aren't you?"
Alex nodded. "I'd prefer to have some help though. I don't even know where their castle is."
Miles shook his head. "We know where it is. I could even show you. The problem is what to do once you've found it. We've tried attacking on multiple occasions. Each time, it degenerates into a massacre and we all retreat within five minutes with nosebleeds and migraines. We formulate grand attack strategies, and they fall apart almost immediately."
"Maybe that's you're problem." Alex said.
"What the hell does that mean?" Miles asked.
"Well," Alex said, "My dad is a bit of a history nut- especially about the world wars. A while back, I borrowed a book on World War One for a project. One thing I noticed was that early on, they shelled the shit out of the enemies before attacking, and when they did, they all ran up the ladders and charged the trenches in a line."
"Where are you going with this?" Miles said, completely lost.
"They tried to win by sending thousands upon thousands of troops into battle and overwhelm the defenders." Alex said. "But the defenders just hid until they came out, then slaughtered the whole line. What if, you sent smaller groups with a specific mission in mind? Maybe that would work."
"We tried that until BA ended up in a coma." Miles said. He looked Ginganinja over and sighed. "There's no talking you out of this is there?" He stood up. "Tell you what, I think you're crazy. I think that you're going to get yourself hurt pretty badly. But that's your choice. Besides, you're not the only one who wants to attack the hackers right now."
Even though they were alone, Miles looked around in case someone was there. He then leaned in close to Alex. "There's a raid being planned." He whispered. "I can take you to the Coders. You can go with them."
"That sounds good." Alex remarked. "When can we leave?"
"Right now" Miles said. He stood up and straightened his vest.
Alex noticed this. He opened up his inventory and grabbed the vest he'd picked up from Miles' loot. "Hey, didn't you lose this?"
"Yeah, but I had this brown one in reserve. To be honest, I kinda like it better on me than the black one."
"Do you still want it?"
Miles frowned at the accessory. It had been torn to shreds by Berserker's claws and did not look much like a vest at all anymore. "Keep it" he said.
Alex nodded then said, "Y'know, you, Bearzerker, and Saru have one more thing in common."
"What's that?" Miles asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You all agree I need a mask. That I need to look somewhat like a ninja"
And with that, he took his sword, and sliced a square of cloth out of the vest. He then tied it around his face like a handkerchief. "What do you think?"
Miles grinned. "You look like a skinny-ass cowboy ginger."
"Well, I don't exactly have a ninja head wrapping kit on me. All I had was your tattered old vest and a saber. Not exactly the best tools or materials."
Miles thought for a minute, then rummaged in his gear for a minute. He eventually pulled out a black beanie. He tossed it to Alex. "Put this here hat on partner." He said in a horrible western accent.
Alex put it on. He went into third person, and saw that while it didn't cover the back very well; most of his hair was covered up.
Miles nodded in appreciation. "You still look like a secondhand ninja, but at least you're covered up. Now let's go to base so that you may teach them the 'way of the Ginga'." He reached into his gear again, then paused. "Way of the ginga. That was actually a pretty good name." He said thoughtfully. "You should keep that."
"I just might." Alex said. "No offense though, can we get moving."
Miles nodded and returned to his gear, and pulled out a scroll. He unrolled it, and bent over it. A miniature blue whirlwind came up off the paper, and formed into a portal. Miles rerolled the scroll, and gestured towards the portal. "Gingers first." he said with a grin.
Alex ignored him, opting to instead dive in headfirst.
"Showoff." Miles muttered before jumping in after him.772Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo7a8vcmNkh
