The House Part 10

Chapter Two in which Matthew starts the war
Matthew looked around warily. Nothing. Everyone was walking along, doing their everyday business. Nobody was doing anything out of the ordinary.
So, either John and Josh had not begun to lock people inside the Dining Rooms or the plan had already begun and was going off without a hitch. Matthew pulled out his walkie talkie and began to speak into it.
“Silver Leader calling Gold Leader, over. Gold Leader come in, over.” Matthew and Josh had decided to call Group One Copper Squadron, Group Two Silver Squadron, Group Three Gold Squadron, and Group Four Platinum Squadron. John thought it was a little silly but Josh thought it made them sound like they meant business. Matthew just thought it was fun.
“Gold Leader come in, over.” Matthew repeated.
“This is Gold Leader.” John said over the walkie talkie, “What's going on Silver Leader?”
“I was just wondering what the progress is on Operation Dining Room?” Matthew asked.
“Operation Dining Room?” John said, laughing,
“Hey,” Matthew said, laughing as well, “We came up with no official name for it so I made one up.”
“That's fine,” John said, still laughing “But....Operation Dining Room? Seriously Matt? Operation Dining Room? The purpose of those code names is to disguise what the real operation is and Operation Dining Room kind of gets rid of the whole unkown thing.”
“Seriously though.” Matthew said, “How is the attack going?”
“Perfectly.” John said, “We are done with Floor 12's Dining Room and now we're heading to Floor 17 right now.”
“And Platinum Squadron?” Matthew asked, “How are they doing?”
“Same as we're doing.” John responded, “One Down, One To Go. Hold on Matt, I mean Silver Leader, someone is calling me.”
“'K.” Matthew said and the walkie talkie fell silent. Matthew waited impatiently for John to start speaking again. Finally, after about five minutes, the walkie talkie crackled back to life.
“Silver leader,” John asked, “You there?”
“Yeah.” Matthew said, grabbing the walkie talkie and holding it to his mouth, “What is going on?”
“Oh nothing major.” John said, “Just a bit of a problem that I kind of need you to deal with.”
“What is it?” Matthew asked, pangs of fear shooting through his stomach, “What do you need me to do?”
“Well,” John said, “We think that there is a group of Foremen heading up the stairs. If they keep going they will run into Platinum Squadron, so we need you and your group to stop them.”
“What do you mean by 'stop them'?” Matthew asked even though he had a pretty good idea what John meant.
“You'll have to attack them.” John said, “I'm really sorry but it has to be done.”
“Alright.” Matthew said, running his hand through his hair, “Where are they?”
“You should see them any second now.” John said.
“Do we just start shooting them?” Matthew asked, resigned, “Or should there be more strategy than that?”
“Basically,” John said, “Just start shooting them. You should get a bunch of them with the element of surprise and I have Copper Squadron coming up the stairs to back you up.”
“Ok,” Matthew said, “I guess this means I get the honor of firing the first shot of the revolution.”
“Yeah.” John said, “Good Luck Matt. Over and Out.”
Matthew clipped the walkie talkie back onto his belt and drew his gun.
“Margret!” He called and she ran over.
“What's going on?” She asked, “I saw you talking on the walkie for a long time, is something wrong?
“We have a group of Foremen coming up the stairs that we need to stop.” Matthew explained, “So get everybody ready, we're going to have to open fire on them.”
“Ok.” Margret said, looking worried, “Are you ready?”
“Can anyone be?” Matthew asked, running his hand threw his hair again.
“That is very profound.” Margret said, smiling slightly.
“Thank you.” Matthew said, also smiling a little, “Now, go and get everybody ready to open fire on my signal.”
Margret saluted jokingly and walked off to rally the troops. Matthew sighed and looked around until he spotted the group of Foremen walking towards the stairs. This is the moment, he thought to himself and raised his gun. He took a deep breath and opened fire.
Ciaos erupted. People began to scream and run towards the exits. The Foremen were totally shocked as the bullets began ripping into them. There were about forty of them in the begging but about half of them were killed by the first round of bullets. The rest of the Foremen dove to the ground and began to return fire.
Matthew had, luckily, instructed all of his group to take cover after they arrived on the floor so the Foremen's bullets did little damage. Matthew continued to fire until the last foreman fell to the ground and stopped moving. He stood up and walked warily over to the bodies. All of the innocent bystanders had fled the scene and the floor was now totally deserted.
Blood was pooled on the floor and Matthew stepped in a puddle of it. He fell backwards, hitting the floor. His head smacked the laminate floor hard enough for tears to well in his eyes,
“Lord!” He swore, and tried to sit up too fast. Pain seared through his head and he groaned and resisted the urge to throw up. He rolled onto his back and waited for the nausea to pass. Eventually it did and he got off the ground and walked over to the bodies.
He bent down and felt each of the bodies' pulse. All of them were dead. He sighed and stood up. Grabbing his walkie talkie he began to speak into it.
“Gold Leader come in, This is Silver Leader.”
“This is Gold Leader.” John replied, “May I take from the fact that you are contacting me that you are still among the living?”
“You may.” Matthew replied, “We took care of the Foremen.”
“Any causalities in your squadron?” John asked.
“No.” Matthew said, scanning the area, “It doesn't appear that we had any causalities.”
“Good.” John replied, sighing, “That's a big relief. Any injuries?”
“I don't know.” Matthew said, lowering the walkie talkie and calling to Margret. “Margret, is anyone in our squad injured?”
“I don't think so.” Margret called back, “I don't see anyone injured.”
“No.” Matthew said into the walkie talkie, “It doesn't appear that anyone is injured.”
“That's really really good.” John said, “Gold Squad is done and we are heading up to Floor 51. It's time for the big one.”
“Ok,” Matthew said, reloading his gun, “We'll meet you there.”
“Matt,” John said, “You did good, man, you did good.”
“Thanks.” Matthew said, holstering his gun and running his hand through his hair, “Thank you. I'll see you on Floor 51. Over and Out.”