User blog:Tesla Man/WikiLost - E16 - Endgame (Season Finale)

Welcome back guys! This is the Season 2 Finale for WikiLost, so, if you wish to catch up on all the events, check out my recap page, it has summaries of all the episodes of season 1 and season 2 leading up to this one. So, without a further ado, let's begin!

Max approached Captain, a piece of paper in his hand, a pencil behind his ear. He unfolded the paper gently and found the tally.

“We have 25 guns total. Nine rifles, six machine guns, and ten pistols, also one panzerfaust with one rocket.” He folded the paper up and handed it over to Captain, and he looked back at the truck which was stocked and loaded with firearms, explosives, and other weapons. He pulled his pistol from his hip and handed it over to Max, reluctantly.

“Eleven pistols.” He turned around and moved on, looking up into the orange sky, the sun was setting and his plan was almost in action, he just needed to wait for everybody to be assembled. He started a bonfire in the center of camp with help from Nick and set out word for everybody to assemble. Five to Ten minutes passed and people had pulled up chairs, boxes, and logs to sit on. There were forty people roughly in the group, the camp had never taken count which was something he planned on doing once Four Stars was dealt with.

“Thank you all for meeting us here.” Barry began the meeting, holding a torch in his hand, crafted out of a long wooden stick and an alcohol soaked rag wrapped around the head. Barry didn’t have much to say, he stared at the ground for a while being unsure with how he should approach the topic. Barry wasn’t a natural born leader like Captain or Jason was, he was a veterinarian who had trouble sitting down with a client and making appointments, let alone led a group into battle. He knew he shouldn’t have been in this leadership role the minute the votes were counted and he was chosen, which was only confirmed when he stayed at the beach camp instead of going with Captain. That’s who deserved to be the leader: Captain, not him. Captain was a drill sergeant in the navy, Barry didn’t even know the Netherlands had a navy, but that automatically made him more qualified for the role. “I’m stepping down as leader.” Barry twirled his torch around in front of a silent camp. “For the time being, I’m appointing Captain in charge. He has a plan, and he’s going to stop Four Stars completely. Whatever he says go along with it.” Barry backed up and sat down on a long and put his head in his hands.

Captain stood, owning the situation he patted Barry on the back to keep him together and he walked in front of the bonfire.

“We need soldiers.” Captain looked outward, extending his gaze all the way into the fifth row people seats. “A soldier is not a fighter, a soldier is a man who perseveres, a man who is a leader, and a man who can think rationally in a situation. Fighting is not the priority.” Captain was quoting something his own drill master told his patrol. “For staying alive and staying together for so long, that makes you all soldiers, the only thing you need to make it official is a gun. You all have the fighting spirit, you all can endure the most extreme of circumstances, and you are all leaders; each and every one of you.” Captain direct a warming smile back towards Barry. “Which is why I need as many of you as I can get. Now we have 25 guns, so some of you will be running into the battlefield and picking up injured people. Now, who will join me?”

Immediately Negative, Max, Nick, Ashley, Lexi, Sierra, and six others stood. They were followed by eight more, and by the time the sunset was closing there were 32 people standing at attention, and Max ran back to the truck and collected guns and began handing them out. He passed out rifles first, followed by the few machine guns they had, then pistols. Going down the fourth row of people, Max was almost out of pistols when he had one last one. He flipped it in his hand and handed the handle to the person in front of him. The person was shorter than Max and was looking down at the ground when he grabbed the gun. Max looked to Captain and gestured for him to come over and he did.

Captain looked down at his son. “Jorn, I need to know you’re safe, I need you to stay here, help around the camp with the people who are staying. Look. Jono and Brandon are staying, you guys can hold down the ship while we’re gone I just need to know you guys are safe. Please, it would help me keep focused on my fighting.”

“Dad, I’m better trained than most of these poor bastards. Please.” Jorn countered.

“Watch your language boy.” Captain cooled down. “Please Jorn, for me. You staying here would make me safer.”

“Don’t worry Mr. Van Der Laan.” Brandon stepped in. “We’ll make sure he stays here.”

“If you need anything, go to Jason. He’ll be staying, and while I’m gone, he’s in charge.” Captain looked at both Jorn and Brandon. “Got it?”

“Yes sir.” Brandon responded over the silence Jorn delivered in response.

“Good.” Captain turned around and faced the soldiers who were armed whom were just about finished being instructed by Max about the game plan.

Jason slowly rolled up to Captain. “What if they’re on their way here? You’re leaving us without any guns?”

“We’ll be going there the way Ximena and Malcolm came. I assume that’s where they’ll come again. If we encounter them on the way there, we’ll deal with them. Thank you for taking charge of the camp while I’m gone.” Captain responded.

“The only thanks I need is you winning.” Jason placed his hand on Captain’s shoulder.

Captain smiled. “Alright let’s move!” Captain ordered the group of soldiers who were being informed, and the group waded into the jungle.