Team Extreme Versus The Nazis
May 18, 2010 5 Comments
There has been scant information about Team Extreme in the news recently, which has led many of their fans to worry about their whereabouts. Well, worry yourselves no more. The chaps have been away on an extremely dangerous mission and I can exclusively reveal an extract from an upcoming novel based on their exploits. Please enjoy Team Extreme Versus The Nazis:
‘It’s no good,’ said Goot, his pony-tail swinging majestically in the breeze. ’The firmware on the time machine is completely frazzled. I’m afraid to say that we’re stuck in 1944.’
‘Woah,’ said POB, pensively stroking his magnificent moustache. ’Has this been through Change? I hope you did a backup before you set the space-time coordinates.’ Goot looked decidedly sheepish and POB, the team’s heroic leader, knew that he hadn’t followed the procedures. There was literally no place in the procedure for this kind of behaviour, but it was no time to dwell on what had gone wrong. Team Extreme prided itself on not having a blame culture. POB decisively ordered his men to assume their combat ready positions. It was good to be prepared for the worst. Normandy was not a good place to be in 1944. They expected trouble.
JLS, Team Extreme’s newest recruit paced nervously around their makeshift encampment. It could even be said that he looked at the point of tears. But don’t mock, this wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. It was the youngster’s first experience of time-travel and the whole process was not only disorientating, but terrifying, even for the most hardened of combat vets. Just when he thought he was going to snap, JLS felt a reassuring hand rest firmly on his shoulder. It was Big Poppa P, who had come to pass on some of his battle-forged wisdom. In situations like this, words simply weren’t necessary. Just being able to look into such a ruggedly handsome face with that lustrous mane of hair blowing fearlessly in the French wind was enough to calm the most bilious of stomachs. JLS managed to eke out a wan smile of thanks. Big Poppa P just shook his head. A man such as he did not need thanking.
As the hours passed, the team became increasingly restless. They were men of action and all of this idleness did not sit well. Cozzy, the unit’s enforcer, was becoming particularly enraged. It has been over six hours since his last protein shake and he needed to pump some iron soon, or he would rip someone’s head off. Luckily, he didn’t have long to wait. Eed, Team Extreme’s communications expert, had managed to intercept some rogue enemy transmissions. He told the team that a panzer division was heading their way. And, to make matters worse, it was being led not only by Hitler, himself, but by their arch-enemy, Mr Norris. The world had never seen such a dastardly duo and it would be a challenge for even Team Extreme to stop them.
This was going to be the battle of a life-time. Only time would tell how many of them would get out of this alive…
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