• Chapter One: Mayday, Mayday

    0230 Hours, 12/01/2012

    “C’MON HARRISON!! MOVE IT!” The gritty snow tattered away at the soldier’s boots.
    “Hold on! I’m reloading!” Dan Harrison couldn’t reload if his life depended on it.
    “Damn it. Harrison gives me that…” I took his tag out at switched it quickly.
    “There. Now, C’MON!” I jumped over the fence trying to evade being shot down by the Kyrynski, a new Russian Army Force. They are the elite of the elite, with over 20 years of training, as I read from our military sources. I’m only 16. We were forced into this war due to lack of soldiers in the US Marines. We’re in the middle of absolutely nowhere in Sevastopol. We were sent to spy on enemy activity at the Russian Black Sea Fleet, but you could only guess what happened.
    “Harrison! Jump the damn fence!!” If he didn’t get over, it’s all over for him.
    “I’M TRYING! HOLD ON!”
    “Dude, the Kyrynski are coming closer! C’MON!” Harrison got over… and fell on top of me. The foot steps of the soldiers were going as fast as my heart was pounding against my chest. Out of panic, Harrison shot toward the fence, and surprisingly, two of the soldiers fell dead on the algid ground. I could only know what would happen if they saw us. We had to keep quiet, but I guess he blew it.
    “Great!! You just had to shoot the gun, and we get screwed over now that there are a crap load of them know where we are. C’mon let’s keep moving unless you want to be held for ransom.” I was pissed over how we are running for our lives.




    0300 Hours, 12/01/2012

    Ok, so we were able to avoid being shot down and killed after 30 minutes of non-stop running through the forest onto out escape. We survived with minor casualties, but Harrison was shot in the back of his leg by a sniper, a bit after he killed the two soldiers. Luckily the sniper didn’t get a head shot. I had to carry him through out most of the escape, but there was a rescue boat up ahead near the shore.
    “Harrison, you gonna be alright?” I was concerned; I wasn’t ready to lose my buddy to a wheel chair anytime soon.
    “Yea… *sigh*… I just wanna get to base and call my Meggy Boo.”
    “You’re weak, Harrison.”
    “Hey I took the damn bullet to my leg!” said Harrison in a lifeless yell.
    “Yeah, because the sniper missed your head!” I couldn’t help but laugh.
    He shook his head. “Whatever man, at least we’re alive, and that’s all that matters.”
    “What matters is I wanna sleep. Wake me up when this boat gets back to base…” I kicked my legs back and relaxed.
    “We’re here,” said Harrison. Oh yeah, I forgot, the base is a SHIP.

    1300 Hours, USS Supreme, 12/01/12

    I couldn’t sleep last night. Pain took over my body and kept me up. Harrison was infirmary bound for a day according to the reports, at minimum. Then he is able to switch to crutches.
    “Private Thammavong, report to Captain Garrison in the west wing.” Being called over the intercom either meant you were being let go, or you’re on an assignment. I hope it’s letting me go. I can’t stand another day in this type of hell. I walked through the halls, passing by the bathrooms and showers, the dining hall; life was pretty much boring unless you’re going on an assignment.
    “Permission to enter sir?” I knocked lightly on the door, hoping he wasn’t angry. Captain Garrison was a tempered minded person. He had the chance of being promoted to General, but punched another Captain out of anger because the Captain pissed him off.
    “Permission granted. Enter Thammavong.” said Capt. Garrison in his deep and dark tone.
    “You said you wanted to see me sir?”
    “Yes actually I do. You’re going on an assignment.” The only thing that went through my mind was thinking that’s BS, but I kept my thoughts to myself. “What is this assignment you sending me on?”
    “You are going to go on another spy assignment, this time assassination,” said Capt. Garrison with the straightest face. I couldn’t help but stare in shock. “Assassination? You mean I have to ‘kill’ somebody?”
    “You’re not killing anybody. You and Private Harrison are killing somebody.” I always hate Capt. Garrisons’ sarcasm, another reason he wasn’t promoted to General.
    “Sir, with all due respect, who is it that WE have to kill?” I really didn’t want to kill anyone, but when you’re approaching the ‘end of the world’ you can’t really trust anybody.
    “King Charles,” said Capt Garrison. That just made it all the worst, I have to kill the King of England. GREAT. “Sir, why would we need to assassinate King Charles for? He’s done absolutely nothing! He is a sole ally to us in this war against the Russians! He’s supplied us with protection, food supplies on sea! You can’t possibly kill him!” I protested, even though I’m just a Private in the Marines.
    “Private! You don’t even know all the answers to why we have to! Let me explain!” He was already getting angry at me for out bursting. “You remember the plans we had for the Gilgamesh Nuke a few months ago? Well we gave that information to Prince Charles, who was a Prince at the time, in order to obtain that protection and food. He then sold the information to the Russians for approximately 700 million in our currency!”
    I just thought that didn’t make sense. “Why would we need to kill him if the Russians already know the secret? That would only create more chaos. And how do you know for sure that he really did sell it?”
    “Private Harrison found out when you two scouted last night at Sevastopol. It was one of his main notes that he noted. Perhaps he has the keener sense of scouting.”
    I was just dumbfounded on how I didn’t get that. It was probably that Red Bull shot I drank… “Well, I still want to know why we have to kill him,” I asked.
    “HE’S A TRAITOR TO OUR TRUST! WE MUST KILL HIM!” Capt. Garrison was now fully under the influence of anger. “Sir! Calm down! If we kill him, that’ll lose England’s trust in us! He’s the reason why we’re allowed stationed over here in Europe!” I wasn’t ready to kill Charles without a proper reason to.
    “Private, he knows too much. Who knows what else he’ll sell to them… Private, the Gilgamesh Nuke is twice as large and twice as deadly at the Hiroshima bombing. That’s over 20 miles of immediate death,” said Capt. Garrison. He was starting to become really serious about this subject.
    I still want to know something else. “But how does this involve us Marines? We’re the sea unit, so shouldn’t the Army or Air Force be dealing with this? Sure we obtained the information, but only because we were spying…” I knew where he was about to get at. “And this part of the Marines Corp specializes in this. We’re not asking you to shoot him, but to slip a drug of the sort into a drink of his. As long as we make it look like we didn’t do it, then we’re in the clear. I’ve already set up a flight for you and Harrison to take to England as the new waiters of Restaurant Gordon Ramsay. You know that one TV show, Hells Kitchen.” I had to admit, that would probably be the only time I ever go to a fancy restaurant in my life.
    “Sir… As mush as I disagree with this… and order’s an order. I’ll inform Harrison about this assignment, but you do realize he’s on crutches…”
    “GET OUT NOW!” yelled Capt. Garrison. I told you he is a tempered minded person.