Lupes and Chias Don't Mix: Part Three

by dragonshark173

In all awe, suddenly a tall red Chia in a brownish uniform with many medals on it looked down at Al and Griffin. "Name and Rank, please."

Both Griffin and Al stood up tall and saluted the red Chia. "Alexander T. Chia, Private," Al said. Then the red Chia looked at Griffin. Griffin started to open his mouth but Al spoke for him. "This is Griffin L. Kingsley, General." The Red Chia warmed up a little and stuck out his hand. Griffin stuck his paw out and he gave it a firm shake. "Welcome aboard, General Kingsley," he said. "Come with me." Al and Griffin did as told, and they followed.

The red Chia brought them into a rather large office that seemed more modern. A white rug, on one side a huge bookshelf with many, many books, one large leather chair behind a oak-wood desk. The red Chia motioned Al and Griffin to sit down on the chairs and told them he'd be right back. Both were all stiff until the red Chia left.

"Who's that?" Griffin said, raising an eyebrow.

Al gasped. "That's General Robert Tigerous!"

"Oh," Griffin said.

"He has an Orange Triangle, TWO Purple Nerkmids, and helped out so much in the Great Tyrannian War, he received a Golden Negg!" Al said, going on about all the special Neopian army medals he's won. Griffin was in awe.

"That's incredible!" Griffin said. Then they heard the footsteps of General Tigerous, and the both straightened up as he came in and sat down at his desk.

He handed both of them brown uniforms like everybody else had, except Griffin's was different. It had a large golden Nerkmid on the left sleeve. "That star just says you're a General." Tigerous took the shirt and showed him the shoulders of it, and in black thread, 'General Kingsley' was hemmed in. 'General' on the left shoulder, 'Kingsley' on the right shoulder. Griffin smiled and put it on. Al did the same.

"Go to room 44567. You can only enter it if you have this," Tigerous said, handing Griffin a plastic card with an unusual code on it. Griffin smiled. "Dismissed."

Griffin and Al walked out of the room and towards the back of the base. Al saw a small white cart sitting there along with the others. They were used for carrying heavy artillery or going long distances. The base was miles wide, so Al got in the front seat and Griffin got in the back part, as he couldn't fit in the front.

"Al..." Griffin said, "Why did you say I am a general? I'm only a private. I even told the mayor that."

"No private is allowed to control the troops. Only Generals can. So when you signed the contract saying you controlled the groups, you also signed it so you would be a general."

"But I don't have much experience. And I'll bet Tigerous is ten times stronger than me! I'm only level twenty-five with twenty-seven hit points. Strength, fourteen, defence, twelve, movement, fourteen. Some of these guys I see out here look like they're level a million!"

"But you know how Lupes think. We could use you as a spy, anything. And you never mentioned your IQ level! It's the highest in this entire base. We could use you for strategy."

The two approached room 44567 and gave the busboy the cart and he drove it back to the base. Griffin slid the card he had into the slot and pulled it out. A green light bleeped and the stone doors opened. In the next corridor a green female Chia looked at Al and Griffin. "Name and Rank, please," she said.

"General Griffin L. Kingsley."

"Private Alexander T. Chia."

The green Chia moved off to the side and pressed a button. The two entered the large room were a group of other Chias stood around a green-glowing map of the village. The whole place was dark. All of the Chias looked at Griffin, expecting him to do something.

"What do I do?" Griffin asked in a whisper to Al out of the corner of his mouth.

"You DON'T HAVE A PLAN?" Al whispered back.

Griffin was about to open his mouth, 'No', but nothing came out. Instead he just said, "Plan? Well...of course I do!"

Griffin took his paw and pointed to an open spot. "Well, we'll all start out here." Then he took a metallic-looking miniature frost cannon and put it where he was pointing to. Then he put some in other spots. "One here...and here..." he said, placing all the figures all over the map. Then he picked up one that looked like a metal stick and put one where every frost cannon was. The stick stood for a mud wall, and each frost cannon stood for 25 frost cannons. He kept on pointing to it with his paw until one of the Chias handed Griffin a pointer. He pointed at each one of the spots, telling them how they would attack. The rest, now, is simply a mystery; as Al nor Griffin would tell us how it was directly set up. In the end, the important war Chias nodded and looked at each other. It was a perfect plan! One of the war Chias patted Griffin on the back. "Good job, General," he said. Griffin smiled.

The base was huge. It even had its own hotel built into it, where Griffin stayed at.

It was 5:00 am when Griffin got a wake-up call from Tigerous--literally. The phone rang and Griffin picked it up, wondering why the heck someone would call so early. Then he heard Tigerous' voice say, 'Come into my office as soon as possible. Al is already here.' Griffin lazily replied, 'Yeah, yeah...I'll be there..." Griffin's fur was a messy and uncombed, his breath stank, and he was hungry. As soon as possible? These military people were stern. Griffin ran the brush through his fur a few times and while brushing his teeth he ironed his uniform. He spat in the sink while buttoning up the uniform quickly and grabbed a cut of coffee with marshmallows and headed out the door. He ran across the base as one of the carts halted to a stop in from of Griffin and he pushed on the door to Tigerous' office and sat down, trying not to pant.

"Second day on the job and you're already late?" Tigerous said. Then he raised an eyebrow. "And...why is your uniform on backwards? I just wanted to check up on you."

Griffin sipped the coffee. He didn't go to bed until 1:00am because of his presentation. If he was at home, he would call four hours of sleep a nap. But he wasn't home. He was on the job. This was a life or death situation, and he was going to save this Chia clan!

To be continued...