Elite 2 Part 2

Early weekend

Morning

0723 hrs

The Central Police Station was a hive of activity as policemen are coming in for their shift and some are returning from their shift. The Sargeant at the desk was busy summarizing his shift activities while waiting for the next guy to take over his works. He has got a total list of seven break-ins, ten minor assault and thirteen domestics reports, plus three murders. And five victims.

That is a quiet night compared to other days.

Forty two policemen will come from now till 0750hrs to take on their duties and thirty six uniformed policemen will go off the shift at precisely 0800 hrs unless they got car trouble.

In addition to that there will be another ten detectives coming in replacing the four night detectives. In the administration side, the twelve administration staff is not coming in this weekend. Nor is the Commissioner although he’s in the area this week.

But this morning the Captain Marius Silve is in and he looked concerned.

‘Did his new cat died last night?’ As the Desk Sargeant to the one leaving for home.

‘I wouldn’t know. And if it did, you better tell the K9 to prepare a fang inspection. He probably wants to make an imprint of it against the wounds on his cat.’

They both laughed at the joke about the detective.

0729 hrs

Three murders and five key victims in one night all linked to one killer name. This is the twelfth case in two weeks and a total of sixteen victims. All notable figures in the crime records but untouchable by law due to politics or influential family lawyers.

But the baffling part is the killer’s name is in every case; Kingfisher.

But I know Kingfisher cannot be involved as I know him well; he is my brother, Marcel. We last met five years ago down the road at the Governor’s Office and since then he has been heard of but not seen in the island. To be exact, Kingfisher retired two years ago. He sends me a postcard to tell me this. He had his last case done and was going fishing from then on.

Not until two weeks ago when we came across the murder of Pedro ‘New Krig” of the New Krig. Pedro picked up the remnants of the Krig two years ago and made them his under the new name ‘New Krig.’ He boasts of having recruited over five hundred members in that time. They claimed to be the ‘Uno Numero’ in the island.  

But since the Governor’s case five years ago, and the follow up clean up by the Marines, only two gangs exist; the New Krig and Prized but they split into two territories for their influence. New Krig takes the city and suburbs while Prized covers the mine and outer city limits.

In the last year, there has been outsiders coming in with their people and influences like the Eastern families. They came in strong with over twenty of their members and in three months expanded to a hundred with locals coming into their ranks.

And there is the ex-army personnels who was here as the protectorate became freelance mercenaries and now enforcers of their own turf. They called themselves’ the ‘Ex-Services’ Boys’. They are the smallest group with about eighty members but each member is a retired or ex-services professional. They are also well armed from some hidden cache of weapons.

But surprisingly, none of them crossed each other establishments although they reside in the turf of the New Krigs or Prized.

Not until last week.

The first case last night was one of the senior members of the Eastern who was just reunited with a distant cousin. His name is Chiang Men and he is the nephew of Uncle Chiang, the leader of the Eastern. This is the third murder of the Eastern but those were senior members and not direct family of Uncle Chiang.

The second case was the Ex-Services Major Nonita; ex-army officer from the intelligence section. She was the sister of Colonel Sebastian, the current commander of the Ex-Services. She handles the logistics and he handles the security issues.

The third case was the New Krig’s Senior Council Members; Mr and Mrs Kano, senior partners in the legal fraternities and New Krigs’ legal counsel for legal issues. Unlike the old Krig, the New Krig is now owned by the few in the society pages. Pedro ‘New Krig’ was the appointed leader and since he is dead, the position is still vacant.

The last nine eight cases excluding Pedro are from the different groups including the Prized of someone senior or influential in the gang.

Someone is planning another gang war and its not Kingfisher. He is only the bait to lure them out for the killers.

I got to find Marcel before he does something stupid.

1008hrs

One of the pleasures of life is solitary living among the creatures that does not bother you at all, but allowed you to feed on them. I really felt like the Tiger in his jungle; where he rests in between meals and hunts when he is hungry. No one disturbs the tiger in the den.

It has been like this for the last two years since I called it the day.

Rookie who was with me for over three years also retired and went off to the mainland to study for his new career as a priest. He claims to have been in consultation with God and he is now also renouncing his ways for the correct one. He has gone to join the monks in some high mountain castle.

As for me, I am on this secluded island where no one comes by and maybe an occasional fisherman to shelter from the rain or storm. But most times, I am alone here and with no inhibitions to the any social obligations or rules.

But not this morning.

I hear the airplane and it's still in me the instincts that tell me its going to be a bad day. I walked out of my self made wooden hut and scoured the skies for the plane. Its a seaplane with a twin engine on the wings and it look like it's going to land on the sea near my beach.

Damned it!

I ran back to my hut and grabbed my only remaining pair of pants. I put it on and grabbed the belt to go around it. I can still see the plane hovering over the island through the small gaps in my grass covered roof. I move my bed and underneath it was a trap door. I raised that and got into the tunnel. I crawled along my tunnel for about five meters to come out of it near the trees. There I took another peek at the plane and saw it flying over my heart. The pilot seemed to have dropped something and it landed on my grass roof.

It exploded and a fire was started on my rooftop. Its an incendiary grenade.

So they mean business.

I can do the same.

1023 hrs

I have been waiting here for over an hour now and was about to leave when the Asian butler of the house told me I can see the Old man.

‘Mr Chiang, I send my condolences to your family. We will investigate and bring to justice the killer of our nephew and niece.’ I looked at the old man who is the head of the eastern gang. According to his profile he is aged sixty eight and holds a master degree in business and politics, plus a second dan holder in the martial arts of self defence. From what I can see this short man; he is just above five feet height is below his age looks and his body shows agility like that of an athlete with his short cropped hairline.

‘My family accepts your condolences, but we do not require your assistance in tracking the murderer. We will find him and take our own form of justice.’

‘Mr Chiang, I can understand your emotions now, and I won’t advise you anything for now. Please excuse me as I have other matters to handle now.’

‘Mr Bend. Tell me besides your brother who else can call himself ‘Kingfisher’?’ I like the direct approach and I looked at him in the eyes.

‘Many can assume the name but not the person’s ability. As we speak, the real Kingfisher could be handling the affair to clear his name. I assured you the real Kingfisher do not do such jobs anymore. This is a fake one.’

‘I know, Captain. But the Kingfisher is the only lead I have now. And through him, would I be to capture the real killers. But I promised you nothing on Kingfisher’s safety as the bullet does not recognize friend or foe.’

‘I know that, Mr Chiang. But the shooter knows his friends and foe well. Good day, Mr Chiang.’

Ever felt like you were in the kitchen and there is an oven door opened with the fire burning inside. That was how I felt with this eastern guy.

The meeting with Colonel Sebastian was one noisy affair; we met at his personal firing range. He was firing his M1911 at the paper figures target at 50 and 100 feet distance. He just hears my condolences and concerns while shooting with the prepared guns. He must have fired over twenty rounds before he paused to listen to me completing my statement.

‘Keep out of our way, Captain. We will bring justice our own way.’

I looked at the targets he shot; all in the chest and within the marked circle. I picked up the spare M1911  and shot the whole full load. My target was missing the head as it just dropped off behind the stand from my well placed shots.

‘That Colonel is my path. I shoot to kill on every shot.’

The New Krig did not even let me enter the compound of their headquarters. The excuse they gave was they were all in mourning.

I left it at that but I did pass my namecard over.

The time on my watch was not working, as my battery was out but I could see the sun in the sky was high above me.

Folk Tales No. 32

Alice in Wander Land ....

At times we need to escape the real world and be in the places where we can do things the way we want it to be done. Alice was no different.

So our story began.

Far, far away out on the corner of 3^rd East Corner and 7^th Street North, there lived a guy named Hare. Now Hare is a nice chap; too nice actually because he is always smiling regardless of what happened. He has a rare disease; its make people smile. So one morning, Hare saw a young girl at his corner. He whistled to her. She came to see who was the one whistling.

‘Hello, girl. My name is Hare. You wanna see my world. Its in here. And only little girls can come in.’

‘Oh! I am Alice. And I am a little girl. Can I come in please?’

So Hare let Alice into his world, through the corner of 3^rd East Corner and 7^th Street North.

Now the world which Hare lives in is different from the one outside. Here everything is colourful and joyous. And today is no special day, but they hold tea party everyday. So Alice was invited to the tea party. It was a long table which can accomodate six people like Alice. There was Mr Hat, and the crazy Rabbit; they are cousin’s of, Hare. And the terrible Twins, named the Mumpties; always doubling their acts. There was a cricket wtih an umbrella but he left for some wooden doll. They did said he was queer, but who cares.

So Alice was invited to have tea. And the tea came in a teapot to be poured into the cup on the saucer. But there was no cup on the saucer in front of Alice. So she asked politely for a cup. The Rabbit sprang up and said, ‘who asked for the cup? And who took my cup?’ Now Alice was terrified by the springing Rabbit who was hopping mad around the table, until Mr Hat slapped his head and pulled his ears. Then he sat down and kept quiet.

‘Pardon the Rabbit. He is too energetic at times. We need to unwind him so he will keep quiet. But here is your cup now.’ And so a cup appeared on her saucer and the teapot poured tea into her cup on the cue. Lovely combination they have in this world.

But the serenity was discrupted by the sounds of the trumpet and drums.

‘Oh my! The Queen of Spades is here’ said Mr Hat. And there she arrived on a large spade pulled by thin looking guys dressed like Jacks. Sorry, they are the Jacks, and they do dressed like Jacks.

‘I was told a little girl is here. So where is she?’ The Queen demanded of her subjects. And little girl named Alice walked out of the nearby corner where she was hiding to come out. ‘Its me, your majesty. I am Alice. How do you do?’

‘Alice? How can you be called Alice when my name is Queen. Do you know if they do a censure, you get listed first. Removed her from my world. I will not tolerate anyone whose name is in front of me.’

So the Jacks came forth to hold the little girl. Now Alice is not to be pushed around by emancipated guys, so she gave them a fight and she won.

Now Alice walked up to the Queen and said; ‘Yo lady! I will take no more of this from you or anyone else. So git your spade and dig your own world. And bring these ‘Jerks’ with you.

And so the world which Alice now ruled became a Wonderland. And all live happily ever.....

‘Alice, wake up. The Queen is here.’ So poor Alice shook off her sleepy looks and put on her heavy rimmed specs to tabulate the figures again. That was when the Queen of the Department came in.  Her name is Monica, but they nickname her Monach hence the Queen. Monica walked up to the Alice’s table and commanded; ‘have you got Jack’s report ready? He is a jerk, but he is my Mr King’s nephew. And make sure you don’t double take those bills. We do not pay them twice. Or do I have to bury you in here tonight to finish the report?’

‘No, ma’am. It will be ready.’ Alice looked as her supervisor walked out the room. The rest of the department came to see her plight.

‘I guess you are not coming for the tea party, huh?’ asked the nice Mr Hut while Miss Ruby went prancing like the Queen and imitating her every move.

‘I guess not. Can someone saved some of Harry’s tea for me? I like them very much. I don’t fall asleep when I am drinking them.’ And Alice hands up her ‘Harry loves you’ cup to Mr Hut.

( we all need an outlet ‘sometime’ to expressed ourselves when we can’t do it in ‘realtime’. )

Elite 2 Part 1

Need I say more......
Read on...

Elites

2 Bullets

By Jimmy Loong

If I die a violent death, as some fear and a few are plotting, I know that the violence will be in the thought and the action of the assassins, not in my dying.

Indira Gandhi

Day before weekend

Evening

1840 hrs

The place was starting to pack up with the early crowd looking for a nice place to sit in. There are exactly nineteen tables from two seatings to six seatings, but this one lonely man is not watching the seats. He is actually watching the crowd in the place. He ignores the waiters’ and waitresses, and the overweight manager who is busy seating the last remaining seats. There are still a few people on the seats outside who will have a late dinner or too heavy handed to hand over a tip to the manager for the fast service. And he is one of them on the waiting list and he asked for one seat only..

The other noticeable thing about him is his expensive silk shirt and matching dark pants. He also carries a black handsized pouch which he holds in his left hand.

He was told by the manager that his table will be ready in 10 minutes and please take a seat but he still preferred to stand. His eyes are fixed on the couple sitting by the corner. The couple is enjoying an early meal on their third anniversary and they are alone without their three bodyguards who are standing outside the place near the car. They just finished their main meal and now are waiting for their dessert.

That was when the silky man made his move by walking in past the manager. He ignored the manager’s protest to wait outside and he just walked towards the young couple’s table. On reaching it, his right hand reached for the Walther PKK and he took it out to point at the lady first. He shot her two shots in the face and then shot the man twice; once in the face and the other on the chest. He then walked to the kitchen door while the place was all in chaos with women screaming and men trying to get out the entrance. As he walked into the kitchen area, the silky man dropped a smoke grenade and a small namecard into the dining hall. The silky man keeps on walking towards the back door and opened the back door. He walked out and there was a rider on the scooter waiting for him there. He took the jacket offered to him and out it on while mounting the scooter. They both sped off down the alley and out into the street.

Two of the couple’s bodyguards made it to the back door to see the scooter going round the bend.

That was in the back alley on 3^rd Street, with the exit to 13^th Street.

2230 hrs

Music was loud and so was the night party goers; a mixed of locals and tourists with one thing in mind; blow their brains in the underground discotheque at 10^th Street. This is the place to be seen by the socialites or better with them. Everyone with the money to spend was there too. The bouncers hired to take care of the front door knows the regular patron well, so it's not easy to get in. You may try to sneak in but there are well guarded too those entrances.

Tonight was no exception; the party is in early swing but the crowd was near to full capacity. If you do would to do a head count, you will notice the men are more than the ladies by two to one. So blame the crowd for their affinity or their preference.

If one would pay attention to a mezzanine landing, on the last cubicle, you would see four men and a lady in discussion. They are actually talking about the latest distribution rights of the city for the designer drug. But to the surprise of all, they agreed on their territory and the lady in the crowd asked to be excused to go to the ladies. If there was another lady there, she would have invited the other person to join her as its the norm to do so but these are all guys.

So lady from the group dressed in a maroon bare back mini dress got up and walked into the ladies room, brushing past some good looking men and ladies who like to hold out their body to be rubbed by anyone passing by. She stopped at the door and looked at the sign. She had walked into the wrong rooms before and she wanted to doubly sure this time.

She opened the door and walked into the brightly lit up the ladies' room. There is a couch for two inside the place next to the door. There is a also a nice five feet partition separating it from the wash sink and the four lined up cubicles. She noticed all the cubicles are empty and so was the whole room. She closed off the main door to reduce the noise level to one third, and selected the first cubicle.

She completed her call and opened the cubicle door to come out. Outside her cubicle door was a lady in a red pantsuit and matching highs. She also has a Walter PPK with a suppressor on it. The maroon lady was shot at point blank with three shots on her chest. She died sitting back on the seat.

The red pant suit lady took a namecard and dropped it by the maroon lady side. She removed the suppressor and pocket it along with her gun into her suit. She then walked to the toilet door and moved the couch back to it's original position. She exits out from the place and walked to the exit of the discotheque. As she stepped out on the street, her left thumb pressed on the remote detonator to explode the smoke bomb in the ladies room.

The scooter came to pick her up as the crowd was starting to scream inside the discotheque, and one lady came out of the door to catch a breath of fresh air.

2350 hrs

The man in black was wearing a gas mask and he walked up to the back door of the house through the back garden. He pick the door lock there and was in the dark kitchen in less than a minute. He made his way to the living room and up the main staircase to the upper landing. He walked up to the main room door on the front side of the house. He turned the knob and slowly go into the room where the couple is sleeping on the bed. He walked up to the bed and reached into his jacket side pocket for a spray can. He sprayed the couple with the contents to give them a long deep sleep forever.

He then left his namecard by the side table near the man’s spectacles.

He was out of the house through the back door and out by the side of the house to the street. He had then removed his gas mask and kept inside the knapsack he was holding. The rider in the scooter came and stopped by him. He mounts the rear seat and they both took off down the street.

As they round the corner, smoke can be seen coming out of the master bedroom of the couple’s house.

2359 hrs

On the island, there is a story of two tigers who once used to roam the jungle there. They split the island into two parts; east and west with the stream that acts as their border. Every break of dawn, they will drink at same spot exactly opposite each other.

Elite Books

It was while watching the re-run of 'Dark of the Sun' on the incident in Congo, when I got the idea for the Elites. As the thoughts get mesh up inside I changed the tune to something more on a lonesome character than it became two brothers. It was fun to write about them and their sister, and the action just came into my keyboard.

I must had completed 90% of the Book 1 in a week or so, and then the confusing thoughts to the ending. It was like to end the ending or the end to another ending. But it was the later and guess what, I had done not one more book but two in the series.

The Meli's siblings lived on as their story did not die in the flames at the house.

And thank you for reading.

Cheers.

Elite No 21 Finale

2302 hrs

I did not shift the damn thing but it moved on its own due to the recoil force. Heck, I am not going to break my back moving the plate, so I just reload and fire away. I did it with my fifth round and I can see the right side roof of the mansion is crumbling down.

Maybe its time to move it.

I got Alicia to helped me but its heavy, so I used my leg to kick at the barrel. Maybe that will move it better.

And now back to my projectiles. Here is number six away. And she lands at the back of the mansion near the pool. And I saw more fireworks.

I must had hit their stash of explosives as the end of the right side of the mansion was full blown off.

2256 hrs.

Corporal ‘Charlie’ Chen got a good deal and he led the Governor to the exit near the pool area, but he did not see the mortar coming and hitting the claymores. The impact was so great that its caused a cave in at the tunnel. Corporal ‘Charlie’ Chen had a wet mud burial but the Governor was stuck there in the tunnel. He can’t go forth so he went back to his library ladder. He climbed out and exit back into his library. It was a mess there. His collection of antiques books was all in tatters and so was his five feet high potrait of himself in his full Governor regalia.

That was when the mortar hit the upper landings above his library. The impact cost the floors to caved in and he was buried under a ceiling beam.

2201 hrs

I helped her to push the mortar back to its original space and traversed the barrel for her. Then I grabbed the bag of grenades and the M16A1. I ran across the road to the Governor’s Office to clean things up. I had to see if the Governor and the Colonel is dead.

I saw one soldier crawling out of the rubble from the right side of the mansion, and I shot him down. I can hear Marius M240 concentrating on the left side of the mansion. So was Melanis’ mortar rounds.

I walked into the front door which by now is a series of splinters wood. I rasied the M16A1 to my shoulder and scan the area. I can see some soldiers on floors with wounds from the gunshots or collapsed debris. I slowly walked in and look to the upper landing levels.

That was when I heard the major explosion, and I decided it was time to leave.

2309 hrs

She must had hit the kitchen as there was a major explosion there. It must be the gas pipes or something to that effect.

I guess it over. Nobody could had survived that destruction.

But we are also thankful the rain is stopping now.

I got up from my firing position and looked at Melanie. She is standing there grinning with Alicia. I think she thinks she has just gone for an adventurous journey today, and is the winner of that journey.

I saw Marcel walking back to the SUV with his M16A1 slung over his shoulder.

‘Is he dead? Did you see it?’

‘I did not but nothing can really survived that.’ I guess he is right and we have really won.

Marcel told me he had to do somethings personally, and I offered to help. But he declined my help saying its personal and more to it, I am injured. My wound has started to bleed again and I may need medical assistance soon. I told Marcel to take the SUV while Melanie and myself will get another transport to the hospital.

‘Don;t you do something stupid, Marcel?’

‘Nay, this is strictly personal. My own.’

2349 hrs

I parked the SUV and walked up to the door. I knocked on it and the butler opened it. He is dressed in his normal attire but today he carries a AK47. He never got to used it as I shot him with my Glock first. I walked in the door and turned for the Main Library. King Charles was standing at the shelf holding a thick book. He saw me and asked me to take a seat, which I declined.

‘Kingfisher, I am surprised to see you here. So you shot my butler before coming in here. So tell me why did you do that. Do you know it costs me a lot of money to get a good butler?’

I did not answer him.

‘So are you with Melanie Silve and Marius now? I thought you had more taste than that. What did they offered you to be with them? Money? Sex? Or plain loyalty to the President?’

I did not asnwer him. 

‘Come now, tell me please. I am your employer after all. I created Kingfisher to be what he is today. I created you, Marcel. What is your full name, Marcel?’

‘Marcel Darius Meli. Marius is my brother and Melanie is my sister. You should had checked more deeper that that.’

I shot him with my Glock from the hip. The bullet him in the chest and he dropped the thick book. The Walther PKK dropped out from between the pages of the book. I gave him that book two years ago as a present. It holds the gun in there with the pages cut out to the shape of the gun. The title of the book was ‘Gun in the Book’.

I stood over the dying man and said; ‘we don;t do family.’

The grandfather clock in the Library struck precisely at midnight and the start of a new day.

2256 hrs.

Rookie offered to pay the bill for the lobster at Jake’s. The five of them cleared off twelve lobster and two dozen beers, plus some salty crackers. Jake’s wife was all smiles and she is thinking of something for Jake after works, but Jake was happy somebody cleared his stocks of lobster as there was no power for the ice boxes.

‘Rookie, how can you afford the bill? We can go ‘ducth’ on it?’

‘Narry a worry, I got this from the Evidence Room.’ Rookie produced from inside his jacket, a full stack of hundred notes. ‘I got two more in the SUV, and we will banked in the balance to the policemen’s widow fund after tonite celebration.’

‘Jake, if we throw in a AK47 and one spare clip for you, can we get another two lobster for the final round before we call it night. After all, we don’t you firing blanks after tonight events.’

Jake was a happier man that night.

1200 hrs

Three souls with one passion; to live peacefully finally found the remedy for their ailment, and are now completing their treatment of it. They will live peacefully soon enough. It takes time to clear the system of those raging aldrenaline in the body.

Day Two

Noon

1234 hrs

The island was swamped with people who are clamouring for the latest news. The news network were all flying or sailing in to get the latest bits.

The one hundred marine detachement arrived at 0730 hrs  and was shock at the state of the city. And the frigate stopped two Coast Guards craft on the high sea after a short chase.

At 1004 hrs A fleet of helicopters landed at the island with another detachment of marines and police officers.

By 1231 hrs  the city was back to normal although there was a lot of cleaning up to do.

This was the official news of the President.

‘Today, we witnessed a major event on Genoe Island, where the weather has caused havoc on the island and our people. More to it, the criminal gangs has taken advantage of the situation to caused more discomfort. As the President of the country, I have send additional manpower to the island and given them executive orders to bring peace and stability to the island. We will take back the island back to its original splendour.’

1500 hrs

I walked out of the hospital entrance with my left arm in a sling and some bandages on my face. The Commissioner has just left the place half and hour ago with the ‘widcat’ file and one of my mine detailing all the workings of the Special Ops Squad under the control of the Governor.

I am officially on leave for ninety days with a new rank on my return to the office.

I was told that Melanie and Alicia are fine; they are on their way to a safe house where they will be well treated. I was also told a Presidential citation will be given to her.

But I can;t find Marcel. He has gone missing again like ten years ago.

1759 hrs

The trawler still rocks on this calm sea condition but its therapeutic to me now,a s my fishing rod lies over the edge. The GPS phone rang and I picked it up.

‘Kingfisher......... That will be my normal fees plus expenses...say about a million on completion...... good we have a deal..... you do that, and I will clean out the sludge.’ I clicked the phone off and holler out to my crew.

‘Rookie, get me Manola. I got a job for his skills. Tell him usual drop tomorrow at Jake’s.’

Elite no.20

2130 hrs

I told Alicia to cooked her eggs and eat them, and yes she can have her coke or whatever is in the fridge. I grabbed the Uzi and left by the back door which we came in. I walked to the alley front to see where is Marcel. I saw him running towards the dustbin can near the Station door. I followed suit like him running in towards the nearest defensive barrier; a two feet high hedge that covers the front of the Station. There I peek over the top to see the Station door and windows.

I heard the three spaced out shots but in this rain condition, you are not sure where its coming from.

The door of the Station was opened and a soldier came out cradling a M16A1. Marcel got up and shot him with the MP5A3. He then ran for the entrance. I saw the soldier at the right window and he saw Marcel. I took up my Uzi and shot at the window.

2140 hrs

I hit the doorway and was greeted by the M240 shooting just above my head. I jumped in head on to the long high reception counter and took my first breather since I did the suicide run.

I looked to my right when I saw the shots there, and saw the solider there crouching down from the splinters of window glass. I took no chances and trained the MP5A3 on him. He went down in my single three shot burst. It was then I saw his M16A1 with the M203 grenade launcher. I grabbed the M16A1 towards me. I looked to my left and see no one coming at me although the M240 is still shooting. I raised the M16A1 backwards towards above me over the counter. I pulled the trigger on the M203 and fired the grenade onto the ceiling.

It worked, and the blast took down some plasters and fragments must had hit the M240 crew. I got up and shoot the MP5A3 sweeping it across the room. Then I crouched back again when the counter attack came in. It was then Melanie joined me with her Uzi. I told her to go right and I will take left on my count of three.

I took out the MP5A3 clip and replaced it. I am not going in with a possible empty clip. I jumped out and ran for the nearby staircase which will lead to the next level. I took aimed with the MP5A3 and shot two of them down. I can see the M240 is unmanned and probably the whole crew are dead. But there is another M240 further down to my side, but its unmanned. There are six of them shooting at me with their AK47’s in the central area.

That was when Marius came in with blazing with the MP5A3 from the reception counter. He is one suicidal chap now, with no regards for his own safety. His shots pinned down the six mercenaries and I helped hi with some cover too. Then I saw Melanie threw her grenade on the six mercenaries behind the desks.

‘Fire in the Hole.....’

Boom!

I stood up to see Melanie now shooting with her SIG SAUER with both hands.

Where did she learn to shoot?

2146 hrs

I reached the doorway to see Marcel rushing to the left. By the time I reached the counter, he was pinned down by the soliders and Melanie was trying to get her Uzi to work. It must had jammed when she checked her ammo clip. I have no time to spare, so I jumped up over the top of he counter and shot with the MP5A3.

I hit one of them and pinned down the rest. Melanie also joined in after she got her Uzi working. Then she took out the grenade she had and lobbed it on the mercenaries. Both Melanie and myself jumped back for cover.

Boom!

Later I saw her getting up and started on her SIG SAUER on the previous spot. I rushed over there and grabbed the M240 with the remaining 200 rounds on the belt and signaled Marcel to go up while I covered him.

Melanie had then picked up a M16A1 as replacement for her Uzi.

If I am not mistaken there should be the mortar crew upstairs. And they are here now. Three of them came firing with the M16A1 over the mezzanine balcony but the M240 is a deadly weapon in open range. As they were taken care of, Marcel has made it to the upper landings.

I dropped the M240 and had my right hand to hold my bleeding shoulder which is badly bleeding now due to the shooting recoils. I fell down to the floor and Melanie set me up against the nearest desk.

‘Medic kit in the back.’ I told her before I blacked out.

2200 hrs

I changed the bandage and did him a sling for his bad shoulder. He is unconscious which is a relief as the pain he is feeling could be intense. I took out the morphine injection and gave him one. Then I checked on the dead soldiers and found some more ammo for my M16A1 and some grenades. I collected them all and found a bag to carry them. I heard shots upstairs but I am not keen to fight anymore.

This stupid file has cost so many lives wasted on it. Bloody bastards only see their money and not the sacrifices here.

It was then I heard voices. I raised myself up over the desk to see two youth with their parka hoods down. They must had seen the fight and thought it will be cool to come and picked up some weapons.

‘Hey, sister. We only come to see how things are?’

I did not answer them but let the M16A1 did the works.

Die, you bastards!

Die for your masters!

The impact of the shots must had flung them out of the doorway. I was beyond caring then,

2201 hrs

I saw Melanie took the shots on those young gangsters. She is losing it, with Marius injured, and her daughter running scared with her. I think she had enough of this gory fights, and wants to see it end soon. I would like to but we are here and the fight is still here.

This upper landing was not much to cleared as the two soldiers I got was about to surrender. Like Melanie, I had enough of them fighting so I just shot them pont blank, Its not like I did not do it before, its just myself doing it without thinking.

We came here on the request of Marius to retrieve a file of his which can implicate the Governor. But he is out now so we will have some breather space.

I checked the roof and saw no one. I found the Barrett "Light Fifty" M82A1 with some spare ammo clips and took it down. Marius will love this unit for sure.

On the ground floor, I kicked at the candy bar machine to get some snacks, while Melanie ran over to fetch the SUV and Alicia. Then we all fed on whatever that the ladies has cooked up.

2230 hrs.

The Colonel can’t reached the General and the Governor is getting concerned on his file. It was then the call came through the comms set.

‘The Governor please.’

The Colonel passed to the Governor who took the headset from me. He answered the caller and listened very earnestly for a while. Then he put down the headset and said; ‘Melanie has the file and will see me at the Office at 11pm. She wants to exchanged for their lives.’

The Colonel called in his men to mount back on the truck and he left with the Governor in the official car. The Colonel also called the Liuetenant Hansen at the dockyard to get ready.

The bloody rain is still pouring and the roads are wet but at least its cleared of traffic.

They reached the Governor’s Office in 20 minutes, and the platoon was deployed out to assist the Lieutenant Ziden’s. The Lieutenant also just came back after a survey of the city limits. And the Governor’s Office was lit up with its own generators.

Now they wait.

The call came again at 2258 hrs nearly

2302 hrs

I told them there is no hostages in the Main Biulding in the Governor’s Office. If there are any, they are all dead like ones in the Station.

We had dismantle the mortar and brought it with us in SUV to a closer position.Then Marcel had it re-assembled at this open ground near the Office. He also opened up the crates to show me the projectile; there are twelve of them. He showed me how to operate and move the unit, and also how to load it.

He told me he will fire the first shot and then I can adjust it to my preference.

Marius has then recover his consciousness and is setting up the Barett M82 on the rooftop of the SUV. H reckon his distance is about 500 yards and these Raufoss MK211 will do a lot of damages. He also has a M240 setup some distance to the right of the SUV with a box of a thousand bullets on its belt.

Marcel is front of the SUV by about 50 yards with the other M240 and his assorted of M16A1 with M203. He plans to cover us from any forward attack, while little Alicia is my loader assistant.

We are ready now.

2201 hrs

I did my training on the mortar during a short stint with some paramilitary group but I gave up on their mission. I adjusted for the distance and trajectory course. Then I pulled the trigger to shoot the projectile. I think my ears drums went off and my eyes all watery from the initial shot. But I was off to my position to protect them.

I went down on my front body as the first projectile hit the roof of the mansion. I can hear Marius’s rifle strafing the ground level rooms

I went to work on my M240 on the doorways on the ground level.

Another round of mortar went up gain, and on the same spot. She is hitting a rabbit burrow soon at this rate.

2230 hrs.

Lieutenant Ziden was the first casualty as he was standing by the window looking at the rain. The bullet him on the chest and exploded into mini fragments injuring the Private walking by him at time. Then the machine guns rounds came in and all hell was seen. Men started jumping for cover.

The mortar round landed on the roof and created a big hole which the rain is now coming in by the dozen.

The Colonel and the Governor was in the Library when this happened.

‘What the .... ‘ was the last word said by the Colonel when the bullet from the Barret cut him off. He was dead on the floor with a large hole at the back of his head. The Governor crouched down for safety as bullets riddled his library. Immediiately he went to the metal trap door and unlocked it. He climbed down and close the hatch. There he met Coporal ‘Charlie’ Chen smiling at him.

‘Never get paid enough to die for the cause. So what do you say we negotiate now? I know the traps and I can lead you out alive.’