Back to Iraq OR The Turtle's Great Flight
Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 2:05 pm
Kolya had cut a deal with a small Merc outfit. They would provide me transport to Iraq where they were going bounty hunting anyway in return for $5,000 American. A lot of money to be sure, but I agreed to wire the money into their account as soon as I reached American Soil. Getting to the airfield was fraught with trouble. At one point I had to hang from the undercarriage of a truck to get past a security checkpoint that was looking for me.
After sneaking my way past guards I made it to the Merc's plane, an ancient, rusted junker of a plane. They told me that the price had doubled or they'd turn me in for the reward. Never, ever, ever trust a Mercenary. I didn't have any choice but to agree.
Before long we were in the air and flying over Afghanistan. Somewhere over the open desert an explosion rocked the plane, tearing an enormous hole in the cabin. Two of the Mercs who were standing up and not buckled in were sucked up and out immediately. A huge bear of a man was trying to get into the only remaining parachute in the cabin area (the rest had been sucked out of the plane). I pulled my concealed ASP and put a bullet in his head, a surprised look frozen on his face. (Remember kids, thoroughly search people if you plan on double crossing them and taking the last parachute.)
I grabbed the chute and put it on, we weren't flying very high up at all, so I was in the position of having to pull the cord as soon as I was clear of the aircraft.
As I floated down to Terra Firma, I tried guiding my descent but failed miserably and almost tangled my lines. I was forced to watch and wait and see where Fate put me down. "Oh well, things couldn't get much worse, right?" I asked myself. If only I knew what was in store for me next.
After sneaking my way past guards I made it to the Merc's plane, an ancient, rusted junker of a plane. They told me that the price had doubled or they'd turn me in for the reward. Never, ever, ever trust a Mercenary. I didn't have any choice but to agree.
Before long we were in the air and flying over Afghanistan. Somewhere over the open desert an explosion rocked the plane, tearing an enormous hole in the cabin. Two of the Mercs who were standing up and not buckled in were sucked up and out immediately. A huge bear of a man was trying to get into the only remaining parachute in the cabin area (the rest had been sucked out of the plane). I pulled my concealed ASP and put a bullet in his head, a surprised look frozen on his face. (Remember kids, thoroughly search people if you plan on double crossing them and taking the last parachute.)
I grabbed the chute and put it on, we weren't flying very high up at all, so I was in the position of having to pull the cord as soon as I was clear of the aircraft.
As I floated down to Terra Firma, I tried guiding my descent but failed miserably and almost tangled my lines. I was forced to watch and wait and see where Fate put me down. "Oh well, things couldn't get much worse, right?" I asked myself. If only I knew what was in store for me next.
