Night was drawing in, and Rusty had his plan in motion. The giant Nazi crabs would surely infiltrate the base soon enough. However, before Rusty could implement his idea, they had to destroy the spy patrolling the skies. The enemy had to lose their aerial advantage, or all would be lost! The soldiers had been busy all day, packing up the equipment most critical to the war effort, and setting up explosive traps around the interiors of the base. Several trucks full of staff and equipment were ready to retreat, but they could not leave until they were unobserved by the Nazi forces. The enemy needed to be unaware of the retreat, so his ruse could work.
Captain Max Thrustcock was already in the cockpit of his Spitfire, completing the last of his pre-flight checks. He smiled wryly to himself, thinking of his goodbye with Chess, and her final gift to him, before pushing such carnal distractions from his mind. He would need full concentration to play his part in the upcoming battle. His radio squaked with a burst of static, before the voice of Professor Gubbins eminated from it.
"Captain, our coastal scouts have not yet picked up any sign of our clawed cretins. I don't understand it, night has fallen, the moon is full, and there's little cloud cover."
"That's not good, Rusty. Perhaps you've overlooked something about the behaviour of these crabs."
"Take to the skies, see what you can find out."
"Over and out"
Rusty let go of the radio headset, and leaned back in his chair. He ran his tobacco stained fingers through his thinning hair, sighing. What could he have overlooked? He thought back to his childhood, trips to the beach. He used to observe crabs in pools, scuttling about. He thought of one breed that always amused him, that would burrow into the sand to hide....
"Queen Victoria's frilly undergarments!" he cried! They're tunnelling in! Rusty ran to the Colonel's office, informing him as to his theory. Even as they issued an alert across the PA system, they knew it was too late. The sounds of scattered gunfire began to ring out across the base, followed by the ominous clicking of the monstrous brutes. Rusty's ears pricked up, as a female scream pierced the sonic maelstrom.
"Chess, no!"
Chess had been sitting alone in her room, waiting for the evacuation order and hoping that her Max would return to her. Slowly, she became aware of a trembling beneath her. Initially, she thought it was due to her thoughts of Max, but soon realized it was coming from the ground. She took a step back, hugging the wall as the floor in front of her buckled upwards. Disturbingly quickly, a massive crab emerged from the hole, and turned to face her. It stood between her and the door. It was all she could do to let out a cry of help.
Moments later, Rusty and the Colonel appeared at the door behind the beast.
"Blooming Daisies, look at the size of it!" cried the Colonel.
"Get away from my daughter, you bastard! Have at thee!" yelled Rusty, holding his cane in an offensive position. With a twist of the handle, a spike emerged from the base and began to arc electricity. He plunged the stick into the crab's flesh, finding a slight chink in its impervious armour. The crab slumped, twitching slightly. Rusty beckoned to his daughter to join him.
"A device of my own creation, handy to have a prod for my rambles in the Countryside." said Rusty, to answer the quizzical Colonel. "Now get out before it comes to!"
Meanwhile, in the air, Max became aware of the commotion at the base via the radio chatter. The crabs had burrowed in, and he couldn't help! They were all inside the base, he could do nothing to help. Nothing except find the spy who should be in a glider, observing the chaos below. His eagle eyes scanned the skies around him, looking for any glimmer of light. If the crabs could utilize the moon, so could Max. He bemoaned Rusty's crude radar device, apparently this enemy craft was too stealthy to register. Typical of the boffin types. There! Max blinked, had he actually seen it? A ripple in the mist in front of him, the glint of moonlight off of a canopy, it was true! There was an aircraft in front of him, gliding silently, without it's own power source. Incredulous! Max smiled to himself, before gripping his controls. "This thing has no power, so no manoeuvring. Bullseye!"
On the control deck of the Nazi U-Boat, there was panic.
"Spy ship destroyed captain!"
"Lost visualization sir!"
"Ve no longer can monitor the experiments!"
The Captain of the vessel looked peeved at the ineptitude of his crew.
"Then use the backup systems. Monitor their transmissions!"
The crew scrambled to fulfil their command. Soon, radio chatter to and from the base came through to the submarine.
"Captain Max Thrustcock, returning to base."
"Acknowledged, Captain. We have managed to contain and destroy the crabs in your absence. Thanks to the work of Professor Gubbins."
The crew of the submarine fell silent. The Captain spun around to face Dr. Brachyura.
"I zought your creatures vere unstoppable! Zis is unacceptable, our veaponry has been destroyed, and ze scientist and ze pilot live still!" Yelled the captain.
"It is impossible, just impossible. This cannot be, there must be a mistake!" said Dr. Brachyura, in a feeble defence.
"And yet it is true. Enough of your experiments, it is time to resort to German engineering to save zis mission. Prime ze V2 rockets. It is time."
Keys were turned, switches flicked and buttons pressed. The sub surfaced, at the behest of the Captain, the missile was primed and fired. A hatch slid open on the vessel, and the mighty V2 roared up into the air. Aboard the ship, it's progress was tracked via radar. Moments later, they confirmed a hit on the coordinates of the base. All radio chatter died out. A cry of nervous energy range out.
"And so it is that our greatest adversary in this var is extinguished. Prepare to journey home. Haha, enough of your games Thrustcock, 've have had ze last laugh!"
"Hahahaha!" a warm voice cut across everyone, coming from the radio.
"Vhat in Himmel?"
Captain Max Thrustcock roared through the skies, Rusty's ruse had worked! After destroying the glider, they had successfully convinced the Nazis that the crabs were defeated. While the base was evacuated, the submarine had surfaced and destroyed the base, and all of the crabs, for them with the V2. Helped with the munitions, fuel and explosives stored in the base. Rusty, Chess and the Colonel had made it out on the final truck. That just left Rusty, in the air and gunning for the surfaced submarine. It didn't take him long to spend his payload and sink the vessel.
"This is Captain Max Thrustcock, heading home. I could do with some food. Who fancies seafood? Over and out!"
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