I was at a US Terror Camp once, a long time ago.
My mission was to infultrate the facility and gather intel. For years, we had suspected that such camps were being secretly run by the Galacktoids, but never had any proof. My job was to find such proof.
Using the youth serum I stole from the Nazis back in '42, I signed up as just another helpless brat sent off by their parents so they could get a few weeks of freedom from the little beasts.
And what beasts they were! The screaming and crying were only the tip of the iceberg, further down the line came the true horrors of food fights, and midnight water balloon assualts. I slept under my bed most nights. Unless I was sneaking around, searching for the underground facility what little information we had said was there. I found nothing for nearly a week, and still had to deal with swims and making wallets.
I doubt I would have found anything if it hadn't been for that camping trip.
The children and I were gathered together by the various counselors, all of whom smelled of Galacktoid mating hormones, and were led into the deep woods. At first, things went well. The children sang songs and we trudged through the undergrowth.
As night began to fall, I began to get nervous. It's hard enough to see in the dark, but through all the trees it was next to impossible. No way to spot any potential dangers. Yet the counselors marched on, urging us to continue with promises of smores and hot dogs once we reached our destination.
We arrived shortly thereafter, and found the horrible truth: There was nothing there! We would be forced to put up tents and make fires. I should have made my run for it then, offering to go gather sticks for the fire and disappearing forever, but I stuck it out, for the children at least. The tents were up in less than half an hour, a feat I must say for a bunch of kids, and the fire going slightly after that.
We then gathered around the fire and began chatting and eating. Well, the kids ate, I was more reserved, claiming I wasn't hungry. Smores never appealed to me to begin with, but I wasn't about to eat anything that might be tainted by Galacktoid slavers. This whole time I had been living off hyper rations my superiors had sent with me, and whatever I could catch in the woods. I'm afraid it made me suspious, but I had to keep my head.
Then they started singing. Camp songs led by the head couselor on an old guitar. Silly songs that even I got into singing for a bit. Then he started:
"Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!"
My blood ran cold. A Galacktoid summoning song! I looked around violently, waiting for the first one to leap out of the bushes. Nothing happened, but the couselor noticed my sudden, fearful movements.
"Something wrong?"
I had to think of something, anything to throw him off. "I was just wondering what Kum ba yah meant." Wrong answer. No kid would ask such a question. My cover was blown. Before the head couselor could order his minons to strike, I was on my feet. I kicked at the fire and killed it, shunting the campsite into darkeness and ran.
I could hear the children screaming, I could only imagine what the Galacktoids were doing to them, but I tried to block it out. The mission was more important. That's when I heard the giant mosquitoes. The decended upon me, trying their harderest to rip me apart. I knocked one right in the face with my fist, stunning it for a moment, just long enough for me to pick a large stick and beat the bastard to death. The rats came next, and my only hope was to run faster.
Then the road appeared and I was safe, or at least I thought. There were the couselors, waiting for me. They had me, there was no escape. My fate seemed sealed.
Then two of the kids from the camp lept out of the woods, armed with machine guns and guts of steel. In seconds, the couselors were dead.
"Damn it," the first yelled at me. "You blew our cover!"
"What?" They were with the children's resistance, and I had, inadvertantly, blown their plans to infultrate the Galacktoid base. I would have *****ed at them for not informing us of their operation, but I was too tired and scared. I left a few hours later, the youth serum counteracted for the flight home.
I never went back to the camp site. The children's resistance eventually got into the base, but it was our giant space gun that saved the Earth and the moon landings of '69.
