Squad 11

This is the final squad of Call of Duty: Squads, but since the series works backwards, I'm making it first. (Takes place in 2012)

Chapter One
"And that's how you make a metal mask!" Mrs. Simmonds finished. "Please go get your materials!" Gibby and Casey looked at each other.

"Did you catch any of that?" Gibby asked.

"Nope." Casey said back. "Just pretend like you know what you are doing." They both went and grabbed some strange metallic materials.

"Say....do you smell anything...funny?" Gibby asked.

"No...." Casey said, sniffing the air. "Wait.....smoke!" Tyler blinked out of suprise. Gibby stood still, unsure of what to do. Casey cautiously stepped toward the door, and opened it slowly. Peeking out and around, Casey suddenly was thrown back and hit a couple of stools. "Agh..."

"Casey! What-" Gibby began, but he was suddenly cut off my distinct, heavy footsteps. "-Happened?" Gibby stammered, turning to face a huge, couger-like man, who smiled evilly down at him.

"Who...who the hell are you?" Casey said, gritting her teeth. She struggled up, holding her shoulder.

"No one important. I'm not going to hurt anyone. I'm just going to kill everyone, except for...one." The couger-man said in a cruel voice.

"You're not....hurting anyone here...." Casey said, stuttering from the pain. Gibson got up slowly and turned to face the couger-man.

"If I go with you for whatever you're planning, do you promise not to hurt any humans?" Gibson stated, showing no fear in his eyes. The couger-man's eyes widened, apalled, and then nodded.

"Fine, have it your way you little runt." The couger-man said. Taking Gibson by the collar, he took out a small device, clicked something, and away they were.

"What-What do we do now?" Tyler asked in shock. The rest of the art class stood in their places, eyes widened. Casey narrowed her eyes, then walked over to a cabinet.

"This is what we do." Casey said, then opened to cabinet and took out a random MP-40. "We revolt."