A SOMBRE SUPPLICATION FORE A SHATTERED HEART

A SOMBRE SUPPLICATION FORE A SHATTERED HEART  
A novel by,
COUNT: V V Nicolzah 

He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Ecclesiastes 3:11
(KJV)


Prologue
When personal development becomes your ultimate choice.

(Pryn Kessy)
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/37Wx915hmmE

(Leanne Kessy)
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/-yPJGaaROPw

Chapter One
Decisions are based on manipulation.


Act I


"Kessy! Where are you right now?"
In a low voice, LK-8 shifted her weight to the opposite side with finesse. "You made a commitment to me!" She revealed her feelings of powerlessness and how she was succumbing to another wave of sadness.

She began to twitch slightly. Then she snorted. Her eerie groan morphed into a near-silent grunt. This child was no longer fully humanoid. Which made this particular fully blooded American something rather rare and quite special.

Kind of like a superhero in that no fool ever messed with.

But there was a lovely silence that lingered, unbroken by any new sounds. No more preparations have been taken to assist this restricted combat Marine, even though she is currently in danger.

What on earth is that stench? To put it simply, this is the ludicrous way to characterize any aroma.

"That was never intended to be." Thought to herself, the young woman, who was just twenty-three years old. "I am feeling quite unwell. Bearing an unbearable, crushing burden. Why he continues to disregard me is beyond me."

She laughed with an intense desire for retribution. Her relentless fury, which she concealed within herself. The primary weapon she required. In nearly all conflicts of interest.

"Now we have issues... do we not!" LK-8 reached deep into her combat ASO bag only to get more confused as she sifted around amongst her combat gear, desperately searching for the last bottle of her badly needed medication. Haloperidol. Her crutch. Her downfall. LK-8's need to go on.

Haloperidol is used to control the symptoms of Tourette's disorder. This medicine should not be used to treat behavior problems in older adult patients who have dementia.

The childish Marine grinned to herself, punctuating it with a humorous snap of her fingers. 
"I appreciate their professional demeanor when addressing the grievances of dissatisfied patients. You're so stupid; figure it out. Why don't you try putting this deranged marine down? No one else has ever understood, and I've never had a friend who was close enough for me to confide in."

The young lady began to tremble slightly inside. "Nobody! AND I DON'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE!"

A tear sprang out of nowhere. "Never in my life have anyone ever given me a fair chance to show them that I am worthy. I guess."

Then a notion rode in on the dusty trail!

"Well now, that sure was a hoot!" LK-8 let out a hearty chuckle at her own reflection, gazing into that cracked and stretched shard of glass. 

"Yo sexy, ain't you a sight for sore eyes, darlin'!" She let out a wild howl, echoing through the dusty plains! "It is unsurprising that my company consistently assigns me to work alone!"

An object has fallen to the ground over there, and something is moving within that chaotic flour-strewn space.

"Shut up dumbass... I'm trying to get something done here... thank you very much!" Muttered LK-8 to her inner self forewarning thought wave intensity device resting within the forefront of her cranium. 

"OMG! I found my black licorice!" The insane in the membrane child quickly shoved a full yard of black licorice stick into her willing mouth! "Oh, how I adore these lil mah-fuggers!" She exclaimed. "These are better than sex, man! Maybe?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere surrounding her became humid and somewhat understated. How unsettling, she pondered, glancing to her left and then back to her right. "PHEW!"

"Why do you always get so anxious when I'm not right there with you?" A tall twenty-one-year-old girl giggled at the answer as she emerged from thin air behind her fellow Marine.

LK-8 nearly recoiled in shock as she abruptly turned around. "You imbecile! Do not frighten me in that manner!" She insisted while reprimanding her younger sister, Pryn. "LILLE ARVHUL!"

"OH REALY!" Laughed her sissy as she let her battlefield gear slip from her delicate hands. "I am exhausted." She rolled her eyes with distaste. "What a disaster zone in Sector B4-K. That sucked! I'll never understand why I was sent there instead of murdering Nazis!"

"Then get your ass out of my Marine Corps if you can't handle the stinking job, kid!"

"Affirmative!" Pryn let out a hearty, spirited laugh. "ARE YOU FACING CHALLENGES TODAY, SISTER?"

"Ya." LK-8 confirmed this as she popped another piece of licorice into her mouth. "I am witnessing and experiencing things once again. And it just keeps going and on." The girl's head lowered. "I am uncertain how much longer I can endure this. It won't stop." She nearly burst into tears. "I don't know how much more of that I can handle."

Pryn walked to the side and carefully put her M1903A4 Springfield, into its protective ready bag. "And I said to stop taking the military medication!" She glanced up as she zipped the camouflage soft case shut at the end. "Why are you refusing to listen to me?" 

LK-8 was nearing the end of her solemn invocations for a change in her well-being and prospects. However, echoing a past chapter of her existence, no one in this harsh environment showed the slightest concern fore her or her abilities, which was rapidly undermining her well-being. "I long for the day I can return home." 

She was now completely engulfed in tears, hastily concealing her face in a moment of vulnerability as she retreated into the shadows, away from the illuminating glow of the field camp lamps. "Pryn, cease your insubordination." 

The younger hazel-eyed Marine stood. "Listen to me for once, Leanna Kessy. You are taking on more than you are physically or intellectually capable of handling. You're beginning to panic, sis. And that's never a good thing!"

"I know." A faint voice could be heard from inside the darkness. "I just want this to be over, is all. I just want to die."

Don't ever say that! Is that something Christ would say? YA ASSHOLE!"

"Our father attempted to take my life when I was just seven years old, you know."

The situation has taken a turn for the worse. Do not venture there through her younger sibling against her will. "I love you. Doesn't that matter any?"

Tears turned into an agonizing wail as LK-8 went ballistic, falling to her knees as she sat in embarrassment, now talking to herself. "HE TRIED TO DROWN ME, YA KNOW!"

"I know." Pryn acknowledged in a whisper. "And that kills me inside."

There was a lack of innocence in the air. "Have you spoken to Jesus about this?" 

LK-8's gaze wandered extensively as she contemplated her thoughts. “No!”

"What is the reason for that?" Pryn inquired as she bent to open one of her protective personal combat bags. “That is the reason for his presence here."

There came a slight pause within space and time.

And another tear of lost and near-forgotten sorrow.

"He has no love fore me whatsoever. Without him, I am nothing."

Pryn's cheeks flushed with anger. She snatched her older sister's shoulders in an instant, despite her considerable height. "You are speaking of our beloved MASTER Leanna Kessy, SPEC 8!" 

Shuffling LK-8's cami blouse, she punished her sibling's unexpecting nose with a strong smack! "If I ever hear you say it again, I'll... I'll... I will slap you! GOT IT MARINE?" 

LK-8 was on the brink of a nosedive, but check it out now—teetering on its wobbly legs like a baby giraffe trying to figure out this whole walking thing! "YEP! It's written in the stars... ya know!"

"I know." Pryn took a step backward. "I apologize, but don't be dumb when talking about Jesus. He, the one and only, will never disappoint you or leave your side! Please remember that!"

Shameful, LK-8 lowered her head slowly. "I see your point. Apologies, I'm just a fool." She said with grace.  

"I know," Pryn said, taking her older sister's right hand. "It's okay, sweetie." The young lady's thoughtfulness in her exclamation was... beyond breathtaking!

She slapped her gloved hands together in a joyful twirl before barking, "Let's leave this cave and return to the half-track?" Smiling, she winked. "Okie dokie!" 

Undoubtedly, it caused the master sergeant to crack a wide smile. "What a wonderful idea! Ugh, I'm starving!"

The girls swiftly organized their underground encampment, preparing to mobilize with precision and efficiency.

Fore some reason, the peculiar aroma of lavender permeated this grotto, which was its most secular feature. These two marines thoroughly enjoyed it.

"I had a conversation with JC last night, just before turning in."

"Do not refer to him in that manner, ya mentally wounded warrior! He is our supreme commander and Protector, for crying out loud! HIS NAME IS JESUS!"

"I'm here. I understand. Conversely, once we were in Benin, he showed me several things to keep an eye on. Close by Feldary Pass. His comments... they be wise."

"It's... They were wise. Not... They be wise. You're starting to sound like Daddy!"

There came a slight pause within space and time.

And another tear of lost and near-forgotten sorrow.

"Absolutely! Father, how tragic! How impressive! In light of the recent event with the train, I trust he is holding up strong today. This is a critical matter. How alarming!"

With that said, Pryn suddenly collapsed to the sandy floor of the cave's entrance. "YOU ARE SO... FRIKKEN WEIRD!" She managed to get out without choking!

"Yep. .. I know!"

As twilight approached, the young warriors completed their mission of securing the area with grandfather's Grenade throw baskets, motion sensor lights, and surveillance cameras.

Camo netting was finally thrown over the nearly invisible half-track battle tank making the girls feel much more hidden and safe from the dreaded night stalker Berets'.

One hour later.

"Magnum Plus... Möbius One over. Magnum Plus... Möbius One over."

The tension in LK-8 was escalating, and she was on the verge of an exhilarating breakdown.

"The onboard radio relay receiver is operating at a frequency so low, it might as well be sending... fug-gun... smoke signals." She growled.

"Alright, enough with the radio, sis. Let's grab something to eat. Your Bouillabaisse is getting cold!"

LK-8 gradually returned the earpiece to its protective container. "Why is it not possible to develop technology that functions effectively on the battlefield when it is most essential?"

"SHUT UP AND GET BACK HERE AND EAT LEANNE! NOW!" Bellowed Pryn, her hands now firmly planted on her frail hips. "I'm not telling you again!"

"Yep! Coming!"

The manufacturer implemented vital upgrades to this vehicle designed for this mission, leading to a significant increase in available space. Considering that the front tires rise to an impressive seven feet.

The exterior design of these half-tracks primarily stemmed from the expertise of German engineers, while the innovative and sophisticated advancements within were supplied by the United States, with no input from any other country. Exceptional in that regard.

The weaponry was rather sophisticated for its time in the early spring of 1936, in the Altmühl Valley in central Bavaria, Germany, the land of alternating rainstorms and sunlight.

"DAMN I HATE IT HERE!" LK-8 bellowed as she slammed closed the tank's right-hand kick window. "Wetness is present! The weather is harsh! The food... it's terrible! Sour trout? YUCK!"

Pryn abruptly halted. "Would you like sourdough biscuits with your bean soup?"

LK-8 abruptly halted. "Sourdough? In which location were they manufactured and by which entities? What’s going on here?"  

"Only YOU can guarantee... SAFETY ON THE FRONTLINES, Leanne!"

"What is the current status?"

"Contemplate it while you savor your meal. Let us move, sis. How about a robust cup of hot cocoa to fortify your spirits while you enjoy your meal?"

At long last, LK-8 found her rhythm and was prepared to tackle supper with determination. "Is it from Cocoa Beach?"

Pryn abruptly halted. "You're as easy to overlook as a needle in a haystack and as thrilling as watching paint dry."

Dark clouds reappeared in the sky around 1800 hours, indicating the imminent onset of darkness and casting a deeper shadow over the landscape.

It was expected that additional rain would descend, further widening the gap between the two warriors and their primary unit. The arduous path of the young marines grew more intense as the roar of thunder echoed through the icy valley.

Chaos erupted in the heavens as the sky illuminated with brilliant flashes and elongated arcs of lightning. The rain thereafter cascaded, as if unleashed onto the unfortunate valley beneath.

"Hold your horses, comrade!" Barked LK-8. "When the storms arrive, disorder reigns in this area! We express our gratitude for the presence of Jesus in our hearts! What an exceptional thought! Can you eat hominy out of the can?"  

"Oh, most certainly!"

Pryn was gently moving the items on the table when LK-8 took her place and reached out to pick up her soup bowl. She then praised our Father in heaven. Finally, she ended with, "Thank you, my Lord!"

End of Act I



Act II

The following morning, Pryn obtained her beach towel and dried it in the warm and magnificent sun, while she heard a murmur in the nearby woodlands. Her gorgeous long blonde hair still soaking wet.

She felt the urge to remain still, yet her instincts compelled her to grasp both of her firearms, a Winchester Model 97 and a Winchester Model 1912 shotgun.

Nearly naked, she maintained her position forcefully and confidently.

At that moment, LK-8 burst onto the scene from the forward starboard escape hatch, as if it were trying out for a role in the galaxy's next big reality show! "What did you manage to spit out?"

Pryn delicately and systematically lowered her upper body closer to the riverbank. Upon hearing a shuffle, she gestured to her fellow Marine to remain low and silent, as they had not yet been detected by the unforeseen visitors.

"Warum sind manche dieser Beeren schwarz, Opa?“

"Hierher, Kleiner. Geh bitte nicht ans Wasser.“

LK-8's eye bulged like a cartoon character who just spotted a ghost! "Oh, those be Germans!" She hissed dramatically. 

Pryn spun around, sporting a look that could only be described as utterly baffled. "Oh, really? What a groundbreaking revelation!" She shot back with a cheeky grin that could make a statue crack a smile.

LK-8 strategically retreated into the fortified shelter of the robust dialogue, only to emerge with her M1918 Browning automatic rifle securely grasped. "It's exasperating to find myself in such a demanding situation." She glared with a determined scowl. "Why can't there be a strategic operation in Arkadelphia, Arkansas, so I could enjoy ah... forking beer afterward?" 

"Shut up, dumb ass!" Glared Pryn. "They're just right over there!" She pointed our east and grimaced.

"Red means 'game over' bitch!" Snapped the 1st sergeant as she flicked off the safety on her weapon. "Oh, I'm fully clued in on the fine line between sane and insane... much appreciated, smart ass!"

Pryn jiggled madly, falling into a state of quiet hysteria!

The military units' encampment was effectively concealed due to the height of the untamed vegetation.

With all the elegance of a clumsy cat, LK-8 gracefully tumbled off the top of the half-track and hit the ground with a thud like a prowling cat she ducked close to the ground to stay successfully hidden. "AH! Foke that urt like el!" She quietly bitched.

Before long, the two strangers had exited the vicinity. "Do you think it's secure to brew morning coffee, or do you believe they are still too near?"

"Yes!" Confirmed Pryn as she completed the task of wrapping her damp hair in a towel, methodically stepping away from the riverbank with precision.

"Okay! Thanks!"

At the rear of the heavily fortified advanced, experimental combat vehicle, the 1st sergeant had already established a modest breakfast area, completely concealed beneath a dark green camouflage netting.

The distant rumbling of thunder evoked a feeling of gloom as the sisters started their morning meal, a sharp reminder of the unpredictable forces at play. Nevertheless, no inclement weather hindered their progress. The assembly was praiseworthy since the morning wind was much more pleasant than before.

"The government officials are permitting the opposition to reveal their positions, ya know?"

Pryn methodically turned her head. "I know."

"Our chief of staff will be providing additional information regarding our forthcoming operation, you know?"

"I know."

For some unknown reason, Pryn could vividly remember what Major Ogden had stated before the two Marines set out from their base in Quantico, Virginia. "Once the command has been issued... both of you are on your own. Do not let your nation down, Staff Sergeant. Please!  

It was then that LK-8 saw her younger sister's tears. Her morning charm suddenly became serious. "You're scared... are you not?"

Pryn eventually met her sister's gaze. "No." 

There came a slight pause within space and time.

Then finally she whispered, "I am frightened."

LK-8 moved in her chair a little. "Pryn, don't think about things that are totally beyond our control. Please don't do it to yourself." Her heart felt heavy and empty all at once.

"So... what is your assessment of Captain Belanger?"

Pryn halted her coffee consumption. "Regarding the Raiders?"

"Affirmative."

There came a slight pause within space and time.

"I hold him in high regard. After all, he leads the 7th Force RECON unit! Right?"

A frown appeared on LK-8's face as if she were being insulted by an unpleasant-smelling fart. "Oh my! Yes, I'm aware. You know, I am not that dumb! I mean...!"

Pryn smiled. "No. I had no clue, sissy! Ha, ha! Just kidding, stupid!"

"He began his career as an officer in the cavalry, you know!"

"I know."

LK-8's gaze brimmed with awe and desire as she reclined, envisioning an encounter with her champion. "I truly admire the comic featuring him on his noble steed, Silver."

Pryn raised her gaze. "That was the 'Lone Ranger,' dumb ass! Captain Belanger's steed's name is Lug-Nuts!"

"OH YEAH! Then who owns... Power Ranger?"

The staff sergeant shook her head. "Shut up!"

To maintain their stance until additional directives were received from Virginia, the two personnel were commanded to stand firm.

First Sergeant Kessy was assigned the mission of positioning her half-track as near to the target area as possible. From there, the Staff Sergeant was to engage the target directly and single-handedly complete her Q-level assassination mission. 

The preparation for this event spanned more than three years of intense and demanding physical challenges for both young women. However, they received top-notch instruction and were fiercely committed to executing all assigned tasks.

"I want to evaluate the entry point again. I am not entirely pleased with our strategy, you know." Declared LK-8 with absolute certainty.

"I know. Just hold tight, numb nuts... we will go back over everything with a fine tooth comb. AIGHT?"

"I have strategic concerns regarding the landscape and the closeness of my vehicle."

"I know."

"IN ADDITION... I don't even have any nuts, so that comment... DOESN'T PHASE ME, BITCH!"

Both girls erupted with laughter. 

A sudden alarm went off somewhere in the forward section of the heavily armored battle vehicle. Then there's a continual ringing noise.

Pryn sprung to her feet in an instant. "What's going on, Leanne?"

LK-8 quickly unlocked the access panel in the starboard aft portion of her death machine and hit a reset button which keeps the concealed armor bay cool. "It's just faulty wiring is all." She resecured the hatch. "Thanks to those frikken... pickelhaube year's field mice chomping on cables. I hate German mice!"

"I know!"

"NAH... I'M SERIOUS, MAN!"  

"I know... I know!"

"WELL... they are under no obligation to do that! It's so absurd!"

"I know. You going to eat that last apple strudel?"

"NAH-DAH... go ahead," LK-8 said while smiling and scowling. "Fug'n... GERMAN MICE prolly... pissed on it!"

"GROSS! Never mind!"

End of Act II


Chapter Two

Exclusive, Untouchable Funds

Act I

"Will you simply remain dormant, feigning ignorance of the unfolding events surrounding us?" The old man elegantly inquired as he settled into his cushion oversized seat made of dull black leather.

"Negativ, mein Vater. Wahrlich, ich bin es nicht. Gewiss nicht absichtlich, aber vielleicht aus Versehen!"  

The elderly man cautiously rose and gradually navigated around the elongated Beech tree table. His poor vision hindered his ability to see in the poorly illuminated, isolated rustic abode.

During the process, ephemeral, spectral entities began to manifest on the walls. That must be an unsettling sensation.

"YOU SHALL SPEAK... FUCKING ENGLISH IN THIS HOUSEHOLD! YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

There came a slight pause within space and time.

"Yes, of course. As you wish, Father. I apologize."

"You make me fucking puke." The ornery old man grumbled.

"Yes, father."

The wild scene had eighteen-year-old Gretna Germanic grinning like a Cheshire cat, but she was wise enough to keep her mouth shut. 

But that was about as short-lived as a mayfly's vacation. "Grandpa, you're a real dumpster fire, ain't cha! You really tickle my funny bone!"

"Fug out'a here, ya lil smart ass!"

With that said Gretna made a hasty exit through the back door, leaving everyone wondering if she was part ninja or just really good at dodging conversations.

"Alright, Butter-Nut-Cups, let’s be real... it’s time to face the facts, you’re just not the top pick anymore!" Scoffed Peaver, her fabulous and sassy talking pet black bear.

"Absolutely! No gratitude is owed to you, jackass!”

Peaver issued a brief yet discreet chuckle. Eventually, he turned over and ascended from the top bail of Berynyertheur hay. "You are a shit talker, are you not... lil miss... agent of chaos!"

Gretna turned and tossed over her right shoulder... 
"Forken--heimler yoube-heimler!" 

"How are you feeling about your current grade point average? We are rapidly approaching the summer season!"

"OMG... like, totally satisfied!" She flashed a radiant smile! "Grandfather was totally blown away and absolutely thrilled!"  

Impertinently, Peaver exhibited a grin. "Are you contemplating what I am contemplating?"

Gradually, Gratna pivoted. This specific teen was accountable for several significant issues. "No. Silence,” she murmured. "I do not understand your meaning."

"It is time fore you to transform your fantasy into reality." When Pevers spoke the remark, he did so with a grave countenance. “Henceforth, I shall no longer accept the meager offerings you present.”

Suddenly, Gretna became as still as an anchor in a port. "I...!"

There came an unexpected tear that was not there prior. And with it was hastened a certain memory that was never meant to resurface within a mega-fold. "I...!"

Peaver head slowly lowered. Yet he was still determined to see this through. "It hurts... I know. It does me too, kiddo. Trust me." 

"I have an aversion to the Burning Man, Bev. I feel apprehensive about him." 

Subsequently, he shrugged and nodded slowly. "Is there anything you can articulate that may alter your perspective?"

Grenta was now faced with the formidable bear. "I am uncertain. I am untrusting. And I...! I am unforgiven."

There came a slight pause within space and time.

"Now you hold it right there, ah... lil cheesecake. Your possibilities are more plentiful than you could ever have imagined."

Grenta slowly tilted her head. "Really? I do?"

"Yes... f'coarse you do, pumpkin!"

There was a suggestion that had not been there previously. "Please do not call me... cheesecake! Reminds me of... my... my stupid great uncle!"

"You mean Reggie Rooten-Heimler-Heizner?"

"NO! The one in America with the three-legged goat named... PUPPY MOON and the ridiculous talking horse... CHUMP! He constantly called me... tiny cheese-head... and... I'm still feeling guilty!"

There came a slight pause within space and time.

"Oh, that weird, some-bish! Ah ya... If you know what's best for you, stay away from that crazy pecker neck!"

"I totally agree! Grandpa believes he's the life of the party, but let's just say his sanity is on a permanent vacation! Y'know?"

"I know. Sad, huh?"

The world was playing hard to get during that time.

"I need to travel to Solnhofen tomorrow. I am a little nervous about it."

"I know." Acknowledged her dearest friend. "Want me to go, or stay?"

Gretna stretched out and retrieved an antique oil lantern from a hook projecting from one of the porch lodge poles. "Yes, I do. I don't trust myself to cross TreDy gull alone." 

She completely turned around. "Far to many grey Rezenbach wolves. AND I WON'T STAND FORE THAT!"

Peaver was now reclining back, sporting a colossal grin. "OKAY. Whatever blows your skirt up, woman?"

The early evening air was just now becoming a tad bit chilly.

"Are you planning to summon Claus for some assistance, or are you just going to wing it and hope fore the best fore us?"

Gretna tilted her head like a confused puppy trying to understand quantum mechanics. "Claus? Did I just hear bells in my head again? Are you talking about Claus Alvin Ekkehard, the guy with a name that sounds like a fancy dessert?"

"Absolutely, I'm talking about Claus Alvin Hermann-Georg/Jörg Ekkehard!" 

"Forken--heimler... he be so hot!"  

There was love in the air in those daze.

"Whatever!" The bear flashed a smile fit only for 'too cool for the bush. "Sometimes, you're about as bright as a one-watt light bulb, kid!"

Gretna erupted into a fit of delightful mischief, she zipped back with...!
"And I can see that you were showered with affection as a tiny tot!
By that coat hanger sticking out of your head!"

Peaver rolled his enormous brown eyes. "That one is ancient, girl!"

With that, the teen reentered the cottage's rear door. "Get down Pugsley!" Gretna responded as she delicately returned her grandfather's old black Rottweiler to the clean wood floor. "Behave yourself, ya old fart!" She laughed.

"SHUT THAT DAMNED BACK DOOR, YA KNUCKLEHEAD! I'M NOT HEATING THE BACKYARD, YA KNOW?"

The old man got up from his chair like a tortoise on a mission and shuffled to the back bedroom, where he stumbled upon his granddaughter in a frantic race against time, cramming her nanny sack with enough personal hygiene products to supply a small army for her trip. "What kind of mischief are you up to?"

"Absolutely, Grandpa!"

"Huh? Where on earth are you off to at this hour?"

"It's just eight o'clock in the evening, ole boy! That's not late at all! Unless you really think it is."

"What? Where are you off to, I asked?"

"Absolutely, Grandpa!"

"Excuse me, is there a prize for the most confused person in the room?" The old man was getting pissed off... real quick, like!

"I'm off to Ruby's place. She’s got a couple of items that I desperately need for my adventure tomorrow. I mean, who doesn’t want to be prepared for a journey, right?"

"Huh?" The old man squinted down the hallway at the ancient German grandfather clock, which seemed to be judging him for all those years of not winding it up properly.

"Gretna, BraveHeart. It was already dark, and that bothers me since I know you're out and about. Kiddo, I can't afford for anything to happen to you."

"AWE! Right on! Thanks, gramps!"

The old guy tilted his gray-haired head to one side. "Are you making fun of me, girl?"

Gretna slowly turned around. "Yes."

"WELL STOP IT!" He snarled. "HEY! What adventure tomorrow?"

She couldn't help herself and broke down in laughter.

Gretna quickly grabbed a couple more items and returned down the corridor. "I'll tell you everything about it when I get home next week, ole boy! SEE YA!" Then the backdoor slammed shut.

The old man strolled back into the front room, looking like he just tried to solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded. "You better whip that daughter of yours into shape before she waltzes her little loner self into a whole circus of trouble!" He exclaimed, giving his eldest son a good-natured slap to the back of his head. "You realize that all this shit's all your fault, right?

"Yes, father!" 

“Very well!” He exclaimed as he sank back into his overstuffed black leather recliner.


End of Act I


Act II


"Are you planning to take the writing course in Bremen this summer?" Asked Ruby Trefethen as she handed Gretna another cold brew.

"Oh absolutely! Positively! Without a doubt, YES! That's the master plan!" Gretna gave a subtle nod to your best buddy as she elegantly swiped away a frothy crown of root beer from her upper lip, like a queen at a soda fountain. 

"So, you're not thinking of hopping over to America and letting your great-uncle play the role of your personal tour guide? He's a writing wizard, isn't he?"

"The one in America with the three-legged goat named... PUPPY MOON and the really absurd talking horse... CHUMP! OH HELL NAH! FORK THAT OLD GOOB-STICK!"

Gretna turned and folded her arms angrily. "Now I'm in a bad mood!"

"Oh no... let's avoid that!" Advised Ruby in a flash.

Ruby got up to add another little wood to the open ground fire. "Has Jenny ever told you about her cousin, Jokdsad?"

"Jenny? Jenny who?"

"Jenny Frauenschläger. Who else?"

Gretna rolled her eyes in distaste. "OH... YEAH! RIGHT! Jenny Frauenschläger... f'coarse."

Ruby suddenly stung around and flung a small log at her buddy. "STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!"

As Gretna dove to her right to escape being clobbered, she screamed. "Oh my! You're so deceitful, not even China would approve of you!"

Ruby began to giggle. "Would you like to hike the Bronzed Bach trail tomorrow?"

Gretna slowly looked up now with a dirty smirk on her face. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Ruby slowly looked down now with a dirty smirk on her face. "Maybe!"

They both erupted into laughter. "We absolutely must make a pit stop to visit Grewet (Gree-wheat) Getty before we embark on our grand adventure to the Bronzed Bach trail!" Ruby gave a little nudge to Gretna. "I mean, come on... we totally owe him one!"

"Well, here we go again, thanks to him and his knack for attracting trouble!"

Some folks seem to have a magical shield against problems like they’ve got a VIP pass to the “No Worries” club! Because, well, reasons that are as clear as mud.  

Grewet Getty was one of those poor souls who just couldn't catch a break! "Stupid mother fucker!" Snickered Gretna supporting a stupid fucking grin.

Ruby left the spacious great room to visit her great-grandmother, who was thoroughly immersed in her writing in the studio. She demonstrated exceptional wisdom and intelligence. 

As she proceeded, she took a moment in the kitchen to gather several oranges and a stein of Steinhertz water, which is akin to a mineral water beverage.

"Hey there, Grammy! I brought you a little something to quench your thirst and another treat to cushion that belly of yours!"

“Oh, Ruby! Motivate your old Grammy. I have a document for you to evaluate for me, dear."

"Indeed! How impressive is that, Grammy!" This was a significant achievement for the young 20-year-old, comparable to that of a master editor or somebody of distinction. 

The elderly woman presented her with an unusual document, and the first detail that caught her attention was the seal of the United States military authorities prominently displayed on it.

"Where did you get this, grammy?" Ruby glanced around, perplexed. "Who gave you this, and when did you receive it?"

"The day prior, my dear. What seems to be the issue, my young one?"

Ruby's delicate hands began to shake as a bead of perspiration appeared on her right brow. "Grammy! What is your relationship with this person?" Indicating a name and signature at the end of the military data.

The old woman shuffled closer, seeking the spotlight like a star on a stage. "Let me take a peek at that!" She exclaimed, stretching her arm, ready to snatch the document. "Is this the one we're talking about, pumpkin?"

Ruby slowly rolled her eyes! "Yes, that’s the one... ancient marvel? Are you seeing double, or just having a really off day? Give me a break!"

With that grammy nearly fell over laughing! "You crazy little nin com poop! I can't help but love the heck out of you, kiddo!" She bellowed back!  

Ruby stood there smiling. "Have you ever heard of this man here grammy?" She asked, pointing to the foreign-sounding sir's name.

The old woman strained her eyes. "Remington? No." She shrugged her thin, ancient shoulders. "Not that I remember. Should I?"  

Ruby pondered diverting the conversation's emphasis, but she held herself. "Well. I am not sure at this point, grammy."

"Then why are you asking me?" Laughed the old woman.

"I have a sneaky suspicion he's the mastermind behind the whole Organization operation!"

"Organization? What Organization, dear?"

Ruby abruptly pivoted to go. “Never mind Grammy. Disregard my previous statement."

The elderly woman shook her head. "You are as eccentric as your late great-grandfather. Do you realize that?"

"All right! I'll never forget, Grammy."

Gretna tried everything, and by the time Ruby returned to the great room, the majority of her personal possessions were thrown around the beautiful wood floor. 

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like?"

Ruby gazed around the surrounding area. "Not sure. Making a big mess?"

Gretna shot a glance upward, a hint of exasperation in her eyes. "How about you put that fat ass to work and fetch me another beer?"

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Just a thought!" 

It nearly completely floored Ruby! Returning to the kitchen, she let out a chuckle! "What a remarkable person you are! Always keep me on my toes with your stupidity and that fabulous way of expressing it!" 

Certainly, she had good reasons for expressing what she did.

"My cat once seized my pet bird." My dog and I are once again alone since my dog attended to my cat."

"OMG!" Gretna almost lost it. "Wow! Where did that come from?"

Ruby just joined in on the goofy fun. "I don't know!" She giggled.

"Transmitting positive energy to you, regardless of circumstances! Was your dog's name "Puppy Moon," by any chance?"

"OH, GEEZ!" Ruby's head tilted backward! "Silence or off with your head!" She laughed!

End of Act II





Act III


"Forty-four... and then the count ceases."

Pryn sprung out of her deep thoughts, paused her pen to paper, and raised an eyebrow in distress. "What the hell?"

As if she had reached a profound level of concentration, LK-8's eyes slowly changed, capturing a distant focus. "I am aware of the day of my unit; however, do you know yours?"

Pryn leaned back in her chair, nearly stumbling over herself. Eventually, she caught her older sister's eyes. "This is not acceptable." She quietly hissed and quivered. "We seek your guidance and strength in these trying times." 

Her fragile form shook with agony. "Never again!" Pryn vowed to herself, "Would Father put her in danger?" She suppressed a fierce cry within. “Oh, my God! I'm overwhelmed!" 

The young marine comprehended the problem immediately. "What have I done, Father?" She was now weeping. "Whatever have I done?"

A startled, unwarranted scream from LK-8's trembling lips as it emerged from the shadows. "Then you'll hear a loud crack as glass shatters on anything hard." She advised eyes now appear slightly red.

Pryn, startled, sprung out of her fighting Forenta seat and let out a little cry of her own. Listen, "LEANNA! WHAT'S GOING ON?" 

Leaping across an open ammunition box, Pryn slammed her right shin into its solid, icy surface as she turned around. 

SMACKOLA! 

"AH... FUCK YOU, MAN! FUCK ME THAT HURT... YOU DIRTY ROTTEN... MOTHER FU...!"

Once more, LK-8 let forth a long, painful cry of despair. "What is occurring on the opposite side of the room is not precisely what we anticipated, Captain Russell! YOU FUCKING LIED TO US! THIS IS ALL A BLOOD TRAP... IT IS!" 

The young fearless first sergeant was now completely emerging into what seemed on the outside to the rest of the world, as a subconscious state of mind trance of some type. Something that seemed both eternal and captivating in essence. 

Only from the minds of Minolta.

"LEANNA! Stop there! Do not move another inch, honey; you are going to tread into a pile of glass with your bare foot!"

Suddenly, the faint sound of crashing glass could be clearly heard. 

CRUNCHOLA!

LK-8 then lets forth a painful cry. "AH... FUCK YOU, MAN! FUCK ME THAT HURT... YOU DIRTY ROTTEN... MOTHER FU...!"

"DUMB ASS!" Bellowed Pryn, still rubbing her right shin! 

LK-8 carefully approached her coffin locker and took a seat. She gripped her right foot with both hands, fearful of what had happened to it. "I need your aid. I'm too nervous to inspect the damage myself." 

She was bleeding, although nothing significant considering it was the side of her foot that was sliced open.

"Wait." Pryn opened an overhead container to get a first aid kit. 

"Antibacterial ointment too."

"Got it."

In a matter of moments, Pryn started to exhibit her nursing abilities, which were pretty astounding. Eventually, she examined her sister's injuries. "The cut isn't that bad, Leanne. It's not even very deep." 

"I have been unable to maintain my concentration on any particular subject this week, and it is causing me to become increasingly agitated."

"Really?"

LK-8 began weeping shamefully. "I simply do not feel well at all, sis. I am thinking horrid thoughts again and it terrifies me so."

The staff sergeant continued to apply a mild amount of pressure to the open, laceration while gazing upward. "Are you certain that you are alright? I mean in the head? Don't suffer inadvertently. Have you got it?"

LK-8's fragile mind was now more perplexed than ever as she leaned her head back against her pillow. "I really don't know anymore, Pryn."

"Let me see your pupils." Pryn held out a little metal pen flashlight.

"Why do doctors look at their patients' eyes? I mean, other than some are weirdos."

Pryn laughed. "I don't know for sure, but I think that pupils become bigger as they get used to different amounts of light and emotions." 

"But why?"

Pryn adjusted the silver flashlight back and forth and then went on. "Well...!"

"But why?" Lk-8 insisted.

"Stop talking, stupid. I'm getting to it. When it's dark, your pupils become bigger so that more light can get in, which makes your eyesight better. 

"Was at?"

"LISTEN UP! The autonomic nervous system may also make the pupils bigger when someone is stressed, scared, or excited. Even when aroused!"

"Ya mean horny?"

Suddenly, the nurse was unable to do her duties and almost fell on her side in laughter. "Affirmative devil dog!" She acknowledged with pride. "A marine thing I guess?"

All of a sudden, LK-8 has an idea and a shit-eating smile to go along with it. "This is my weapon. There are many like her. Operation Poondoggle!" 

Now they were both cracking up.

Eventually, Pryn got to her feet and shouted! "And just think... we get paid fore doing this shit!"

"RIGHT ON, VIXTER!" It was LK-8's moment. Then she broke into a song. "I agree with you! Yes, we do! That slipped me mind!"

"Your singing skills are in a league of their own—at the bottom! NOW KINDLY SHUT UP!"

"Alright! HEY! Do you remember Professor Kenny Kan Gazer?"

Pryn froze solid. "The fruitcake historian while I was at McFugoff University? Yeah, what about him?"

LK-8 sat up, ready to dance. "Pryn, lend thine ear, noble mare of the ocean, and repose in tranquility whilst I attend to that wound of thine." 

The two knuckleheads were having a blast giggling like school girls.

Later that night, the wind decided to throw a wild party, and guess what? It brought along a torrential downpour as its plus-one!

Thunder sounded like a cannon, and lightning shone as brightly as the grin on the face of a male pygmy stripper.

"INCREDIBLE!" Pryn shouted as she retracted the armored shield of the top chin window of the assault vehicle. "I have never seen this violent sudden shift in the weather. What do you make of it, sis?"

LK-8 took her place in the Bearish gunner's seat with poise, carefully adjusting her position to achieve a clearer perspective through the bulletproof windscreen flanking the dual, quad Anzio Mag-Fed 20mm early warning cannons. 
"Absolutely! Certainly!" 

She took a brief moment to reflect. Then... 
"If I might take a moment to consider my formative years...!" 

She took a brief moment to gather her thoughts before turning her head with a serious expression, indicating a hint of discontent.
"Throughout our experience in... in... Arkadelphia... I gained insight into its connection to sudden changes in air pressure." 

The young marine gently closed her eyes, feeling a slight shiver run through her. 
"Somewhat reminiscent of how Grandpappy was!"

LK-8 paused momentarily. Then... 
"He was so disgusting! Quite unpleasant... indeed!"

"OHGODIKNOW! GRAVEYARD DEAD, MAN!"

"May he find peace."

Pryn was starting to experience a sense of unease regarding her own health. "Then he'd bark his fifth general order!"

"OHGODIKNOW!"

LK-8 unexpectedly entered another trance. 
"Pryn!" She exhaled softly, her nearly darkened eyes gazing thoughtfully into the depths of contemplation.

The staff sergeant surveyed the surroundings with a sense of wonder. "What?"

"I am aware of the opposing forces... Their presence is distinctly clear in my mind."

Pryn paused, taken aback by the unexpected turn of events. "Please be quiet... I am en route!"

In a single, decisive moment, the two young marines were united.  
"Location?"

"On a raised embankment. Nearby! In an unusual beige low-profile assault vehicle of some kind."
LK-8 thoughtfully regarded her sister's eyes. "It appears they are aware of our presence." She spoke softly. 

The predominant German battle clothes with which Pryn was acquainted were designed for a singular purpose.
"What are they dressed in?"

LK-8 turned her head to resume looking down. 
"Cloths... to the best of my knowledge." She was quite serious!

"I am aware of that... ya moron! Can you describe the uniform?"

"Don't be a karmic! I will not stand fore it!" Growled the first sergeant.

Pryn giggled, "Sorry."

"You remind me of that old... jack-ass neighbor that lived down Lonesome Dork Road when we lived in Arkadelphia!"

Pryn lifted an eyebrow. "What jack-ass neighbor?"

"That... stupid old fart with the three-legged goat and ridiculous talking horse named... Mister Trump!"

"OHMYGODTHATSRIGHT! What the fuck?"

The first sergeant cocked her head. "Ya know... I don't ever recall that road having a name! Until... HE moved there!"

"You're right!"

"That fool was more irritating than a two-hour WFT commercial at midnight!"

"OHIKNOW!"

LK-8 was on the brink of losing her equilibrium as the torturous gusts intensified. "HOLY COW!" Gazing downward, she snapped. "We were nearly struck by a massive tree branch. OH WOW!"

"SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! You are joking! Please say so! YES?"

"You are engaging in the same karmic behavior as before! Are you realizing what you are doing?" 

Pryn giggled, "Yeah!"

LK-8 gingerly reached the hard, frigid steel decking by sliding her butt off of the gunner's seat. "I must record these dominances before I forget." She pawed her way through her LTC combat readiness pack, barking as she did so. 

"Are you on a quest for pen and paper, fair maiden?"

The first sergeant was like a deer in headlights. "What do you think?"

Pryn went insane laughing! "Shut up! NOW YOU'RE DOING IT!"

As night approached morning, the inclement weather persisted.
The wind had decreased somewhat, although the downpour intensified.

"I don't deserve this, ya know." She hissed at LK-8 from her right shoulder. "I'm a damned marine fore crying out loud, not a... flipping tug boat cap'n!"

That compelled the first sergeant to grin. "I, for one, am concerned about the amount of muck this storm is generating. "I hate this country." LK-8 swiftly lifted her head. "And the food!"

"Yeah. "Me, too," replied Pryn, cranking up her scope. "This is so stupid, I swear! NO! The food I can handle."

The obscured sky above was surprisingly clearer than the weather suggested. This evening, the wolf moon cast its glow, leaving LK-8 feeling a touch uneasy.

"Well, here's something. Somewhere I heard that these Germans are responsible for the appearance of the wolf moon! Germans do that, ya know?" LK-8 took the situation very seriously despite her lack of expertise in either field.

Once again, Pryn rolled her eyes and giggled. "Year so stupid!" 

She glanced over her emergency AH-SIT instructions and duty log book as she completed them. 
"Could you please provide the coordinates of our... humble little slice of nowhere? Pretty please!"

"Absolutely! Hold on a second!" LK-8 eagerly flipped through her personal log. "Ready?"

"Absolutely!"

"48.1351° N, 11.5820° E!"

"I really appreciate it! Thanks!"

"Absolutely!"

Pryn burst into laughter once more. "It's understandable why the Marine Corps has us working alone all of the time!" 

LK-8 hadn't even noticed that. After a brief period of contemplation and quiet reflection, she came to a realization. "You know, you're right." She chuckled. "Funny how that is, huh?"

By the time Pryn received her initial set of directives, placing her at Marine Corps Camp Kearny, California, LK-8 had recently completed her second year at Naval Air Station Alameda, under undisclosed circumstances and instructions. 

It was rather ironic that the sister received orders for the west coast, positioning them near one another.

A little time later, LK-8 did a dramatic spin and unleashed a stare that could make even the bravest of souls reconsider their life choices. "Do you really think they actually planned that out?"

For some utterly perplexing reason, Pryn now wore a grin that could give King Charles a run for his money. "Oh, I’m well aware they did!"  

"Are they to blame, or are we just champions at the blame game?"

"WE MY ASS! MORE LIKE YOU! You're the one who needs a babysitter!"

LK-8 sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, ready to defend herself! "How dare you!" she spat, her eyes narrowing like a cat ready to pounce. "I AM THE ONE IN COMMAND! NOW... GET OUT OF MY VEHICLE!"

End of Act III  


Act IV


"I suggest we bring Ember along as well! What do you think?"

"What?" Gretna inquired as she slung a big duffel bag containing girl stuff and camping supplies onto the low-profile goat cart. "Really? Why?" She inquired, a bit puzzled.

Ruby's thoughts were foreign to many. This young lady has several astonishing and well-kept secrets. "He is somewhat attractive, trustworthy, and honorable if you require this information. What other information is needed?" 

This caused Gretna to roll her huge gorgeous eyes. "NO! He has a nasty, vile mouth. Just like my stupid old uncle with that... stupid talking horse."

"You mean, Mister Chump?"

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME AROUND ME! Ew!"

Ruby giggled. "Yeah, I understand. But Ember is fun!"

"NO! He is horrible! Nothing more. Just like my... stupid uncle." Gretna abruptly turned around. "I am embarrassed of you, Ruby."

"So! Besides he's a great cook and can fish any river like a pro."

"Say what? He can never be sober enough to fish! If it's for another drink, though, then he's a specialist!"

Ruby laughed. "True that!"

Gretna secured the final nanny goat satchel with a firm grip at the back of the cart like it was the crown jewel of her collection, ready to defend it from any would-be thieves. Most of the camping gear was stolen from her grandpappy's barn, so if it went missing, she wouldn't lose any sleep over it.

More often than not, when she gave in to her best buddy's brilliant ideas, it felt like purchasing a one-way ticket on the trouble express. "Besides. We would have to find him first and that could take hours... which we do not have... I'll remind you!"

It was now Ruby who was rolling her eyes. "Ember is not difficult to find! He's always constantly in his cabin at the bottom of Horse Ridge. You are aware of this!"

Grenta cringed slightly. "Don't say... horse around me!"

"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND MISTER CHUMP FORE CRYING OUT LOUD, ANYWAYS?"

Gretna was now ready to knock someone's eye out. She loves horses. Mr Chump, on the other hand, was a narrative in and of itself. "FINE THEN! We'll swing by and scoop Ember up on our way to Dangling Nuggets pass. TA-DA! Are you feeling all warm and fuzzy now?"

Ruby chuckled, but her lips were sealed tighter than a drum. 

"If I ever lay eyes on that blabbering nincompoop again... I’m going to give him a proper thrashing!"

Ruby recoiled as if she'd stumbled upon a clandestine fart party in the elevator she just stepped into. "GRETNA! You absolutely do NOT take a swing at a horse!"

"ZIP IT! I'm definitely not referring to Mister Chump, thank you very much!"

There came a slight pause within space and time.

"So... what’s the scoop on those Dodgers, huh?"

Gretna's eyes almost did a little dance as her pint-sized brain embarked on its perpetual expedition down memory lane. "WELL, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! Oh, how I long fore my Dodgers! YES! Yes, indeed!" She cast a sly glance back at her partner in mischief. "They really fuel my fire... you feel me? Ha, ha! Just kidding!"

Ruby couldn't wipe that grin off her face. "Oh absolutely! My feelings for my high school football team, the 'Filthy Vultures,' remain unchanged as well! We might have gone nine years without a single near win, but hey what the fuck, at least we had a loyal fan club that stuck around fore every game! DO YOU FEEL ME? AND I'M... NOT KIDDING!"

"OH... SHIT!" That was way too much fore Gretna to handle as she roared with laughter!

In the stillness of the night, as the clock struck 2:49, two brave souls stood united, their spirits ignited. With hearts full of dreams, they packed their hopes and set forth, ready to conquer the dawn within the hour.

Along the winding path of Berizbach Road, a symphony of fruit trees, berries, and vibrant bushes stood tall, their beauty a testament to the legacy of her grandfather's humble abode, nestled in a realm of dreams yet to be fulfilled.

The blend of exquisite fragrances soared to heights that words could scarcely capture. Truly a wondrous masterpiece to call home.

With a heart full of courage, Peaver glided past the women, his spirit soaring as he ventured into the uncharted path before him.

He chased the shadows, ready to battle any lurking wolves or the dreaded figure of Mister Hawkendorfenheimler, the aged fool with fiery hair and a puppet-like presence that cast a dark cloud over Butternutberry Ridge.

Nobody liked this dude!

In the grand tapestry of life, the old coot stood out, a curious figure wrapped in eccentricity. Yet, beneath that peculiar exterior, the truth shone bright—he was as gentle and harmless as a butterfly, fluttering softly through the world.

In a world where shadows loom, he stood alone, never given the chance to shine, to be seen, to be embraced.

With a heavy heart, he embraced the silence, living up to the weight of their expectations, a lone warrior in a battle for acceptance. Yet only by embracing the weight of his unjustly tarnished name.

In the depths of the vast valley, under the cloak of night, Mister Hawkendorfenheimler unleashed his powerful voice, echoing through the darkness with a mighty megaphone, proclaiming...!
"FOKE ALL EW MAH-FUGGER-HIEMLERS!"

Before you could utter "honey," the formidable bear reappeared on the scene.

"Anything truly significant enough to lose sleep over?" Inquired Gretna fidgeting with her handmade French rucksack crafted by the renowned Pourlilgurly backpack company.

"Oh, no. The western front is deserted." He happily reported. "Kind of surprised at all of the silence."

"Really?"

"Just worries me a bit, is all."

"Thats understandable." She was in agreement. Consequently, Ruby's curiosity reached a whole new level "Well done! Gretna. Have you ever noticed that as well?"

"Noticed what?"

"The stillness of the night. It's so silent. Isn't that totally weird?"

"What? DANG! I hate these stinking... Pourlilgurly backpacks!"

"WELL?"

"I DON'T KNOW, RUBY! I'M USUALLY TO ASLEEP TO NOTICE! AIGHT?"

"DANG! Aight." The young lady slowed down slightly to allow fore more space between her and the other two. "I don't like you anymore!"

Gretna giggles. "Sorry, little companion! I'm just frustrated right now."

"So taking it out on me is the appropriate answer?"

"Works fore me!" Giggles abruptly changed into laughter.

"SHIT!" Growled Peaver with a grin of his own. "I'm keeping you well within my sight from here on out, Gretna.

Shortly thereafter, the three found themselves on the doorstep of their old buddy Ember, seeing him grapple with fitting his large feet into his black leather hiking boots.

"Gretna. Take a jigger of water, wine, or a cup of coffee by the fire if you choose, young lady. Only if you wish too, f'coarse."

The young woman stalled as if standing on the edge of a cliff. “What’s the big idea?”

Ember didn't bother to glance up as he chuckled to himself; he knew all too well that she had a special talent for disliking him from any distance. "Merely aiming to produce a sprinkling smile on that charming little mug of yours, is all."

This random act of goodwill had no effect on her since, fore some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to be friends with this strange ball. "I have my own, thank you very much."

Ember was done, and he stood strong in front of his probable adversary. "That's OK. Just let me know if you change your mind later. I have packed enough for everyone."

There came a slight pause within space and time.

She said nothing as Ruby quickly spun into action, just to change the subject in fear of the two getting into another ferrous fight. "So... what’s the scoop on those Dodgers, huh?"

That there done broke the camels back!

"Oh, how I long fore my Dodgers!"

Ember stood there, a silent enigma, sporting a grin that was both huge and delightfully quirky. "YEAH! Those Dodgers are a real piece of work, aren't they, Gretna, honey? Sweetie!"

"Don't you dare go there with me! I will not stand fore it!"

Ruby's grin was nearly as big as Ember's yet she was wise enough to stay out of their scrabble.

"It's like... like...! Like you were designed fore the sole purpose of disgusting me! You are pathetic, ya know?"

Ruby's eyes suddenly grew enormous at her best buddy's extremely rude comment. "OH MY... Gretna! Are you hearing yourself?"

Ember gave a subtle wink. "Everybody's got a choice, right? Just be happy that you're not my nurse in some old folks home, wench! Ha, ha! Just kidding!"

OH WOW! Was Gretna ever pissed after he said that!

Ember roared with laughter having a great ole time as he finished his beer. "Say... you alright, Gretna!"

"SHUT YOUR STINKING PIE HOLE... OR I'LL JAM THAT BEER BOTTLE SO FAR INTO YOUR SOUTH GATE... YOU'LL BE WEARING IT FORE A... FOE-KING MONOCLE!"

Peaver swung his grand, fluffy noggin over to Ruby like a dog spotting a squirrel in a park.
"Hey... I'll rendezvous with choo weird mah-fuggers outside when the year decides to take a bow!"

Ruby was so caught up in her laughter that she casually threw her thumb up in the air, as if it were a shiny trophy for the best crack up of the day.

Before he pivoted to expel the final remnants of that delightful backwash, Ember polished off the last six ounces of his superb ath beer.

"AUK-PLEW-WEE!" A snoozing green blob took flight across the room as he bellowed, "Care to repeat that?"

As Gretna held her ground like a rock, Ruby pulled a disappearing act worthy of a magician. Her sole lucid musing was, "This ghastly war will wrap up eventually!"

In less than an hour, Ember had managed to toss a few items into his custom made in dah USA, Gloutenheilerstien black leather bag after rummaging through his first Great War foot lockers and those delightfully odorous sea bags.

He wrapped up his brief stint in the formidable German army after a rather unfortunate encounter with a French Rat Trap anti-personnel mine, which left him with a serious injury to his right foot and leg.

Talk about a real foe-king... toe-curling experience! Ha. ha!

The girls saw Ember's classic Hercules motorcycle and sidecar fore the first time under a canvas cover that kept the rain out.

And oh, what a beautiful bike was she!

"I like your liesence plate Ember!" Ruby said with a grin. "U2 4caugh?"

The old dude looked up, "I had m made in the US. Paid an extra thirteen cent to! Behold, ladies, my wheeled wonder of gooey glory!" He glanced at Gretna, "Pretty snazzy, right?"

The young marine took a step back, trying to sharpen her focus as the dawn's early light began to stretch its arms across the horizon. "Absolutely. Oh, Ember... she’s a real stunner!" She granted herself the luxury of a kind smile. "Well, color me impressed!"

"Yeah Ember. Very nice!" Agreed Ruby.

"It's ok...!" Grunt-ted Peaver from the very back of the bus.

"No need to get all hoity-toity, Peaver!"

The colossal bear twirled dramatically, "Well, I'm stuck walking no matter what, so... what the forkenhiemler, H-AAH?"

The sun's rays unleashed a whimsical dance of lavender-scented mist as they peeked over the horizon. Well, would you look at that! Can you even wrap your head around something oh so beautiful? Indeed, I surly can not!?

"I suppose little miss Ruby can take a backseat while you take the front, Gretna." Advised Ember as he gracefully swung his leg over the bike and nestled into position. "Sweetie."

"Oh, that's just peachy!"

"Regarding your lengthy limbs and everything that comes with them. Oh, you know?"

"Absolutely! All good! Much appreciated! Now leave me alone!"

The girls cleverly squeezed both of them into the snug little compartment of the sidecar, proving that where there's a will, there's a way—even if it involves a bit of creative contortion!

"Cuz those fine folks are just way too fin...!'

"UNDERSTOOD, EMBER! Alright, let’s hit the road, shall we?" Gretna's feeling a tad miffed at the moment. "Leave me alone!"


End of Act IV

Act V


"Leanne, I understand. However, daddy isn't entirely to blame. Remember, he did come from a household where abuse was commonplace."

"I am aware." With a hint of a tear in her right eye, the first sergeant whispered.
"Our final Christmas we spent with great grandpa is something I'll never forget. Inspiring and heartbreaking all at once!"

Giggles ensued from Pryn! "Oh, yeah! There was no rhyme or reason fore why Grandpa stood up and smacked Daddy!"

"It's great! Next thing ya know, they both begin to chuckle!" Laughed Leanne. "Then great grand pappy throws a brick at grandpa shouting "TALLY HOE!"... but misses and clobbers daddy too!"

Neither of them was stopping!

"YEAHIKNOW! Stew-pid mah-fuggers!"

LK-8 tilted her head to one side, giving off those cute vibes!
"Can you believe it... ha, ah! Daddy's still rocking that massive knot on his forehead, too!"

"YEAH! Even had the ER room rolling on the floor! OMG... too funny!"

"After making him wait fore four long hours... and no patients! Hah, ah!"

A sudden and extremely loud urgent notification alarm emerged from the 245 bulkhead navigation station. (Oh, no!)

LK-8 reluctantly screamed as Pryn leaped nearly three inches straight off of the ground! "AH SHIT YOUR PANT THAT SCARED THE... FUG OUT'A ME!" She roared with laughter!

Pryn carefully examined the message, then steadily lifted her eyes and purposefully turned her focus to her sister. "You're so stupid! What do you think that we plan on doing, dumb shits!"

LK-8 appeared to be in a state of confusion. "What are my duties?"

"Not you, fool." Admitted the staff sergeant, whose irritation was palpable. "It's the incompetent staff back at headquarters once more. We must hold our position and ensure we remain discreet in the surrounding vicinity."

"We are on hold! I wish that we were not on hold... however we...!" LK-8 remained in a state of immobility. "Ya know. I'm saying fug all this shite! I'm going home. I am so tired of the military's little childish game of 'hurry up and wait!"

She was now standing firm and directly in her little sisters face. "I do not have time fore this non science! Ya, know!"

Pryn laughed. "I know... I feel ya!"

"I have examined the J-84 field map and find my observations lacking." Leanne declared.

"J-84? You mean J-86. Right?" Pryn firmly grasped the first sergeant by her arms, steadily maneuvering her comrade backward. "Kindly take your position... I need to inspect that incision once more."

"Was at?"

“Sit down stupid! If it becomes compromised, you find yourself in a critical predicament. Comprehended?"

"Affirmative! And do not call me stupid anymore Pryn! I do not like it. It is rude!"

"WAS AT?" The staff sergeant barked, sporting a look that could only be described as a masterpiece of Arkansas retardation at its finest.

That there made Leanne hotter than a two pecker goat! "YOU SURE YOU WANT TO GO THERE WITH ME, PRYN!"

"No. You are correct! It would be unwise for me to go there. What is the state of affairs of J-86?"

"I am not alluding to map J-86. I stated J-84. The exit path from Lorezetha Pass."

"What is your perspective on this, Lea? That location is entirely unrelated to our orders or our mission. What is the reason behind this?"

Leanne reclined into a more comfortable posture. "We require an extraction point that is unknown to the U.S. military; that's why."

There came a slight pause within space and time.

Arkansas retardation at its finest... once again! "Why's at?" Snickered Pryn innocently.

"Heywannaknowsump'n? FUCK YOU... MAN!" Leanne eventually laughed when she realized how strange she sounded to other people. "I don't make fun of you... ya know!"

"I know."

The 1st sergeant stood frozen in awe. She rolled her eyes and, with an exaggerated sigh, hissed, "Whatever, dude!"

"AWE!"

Leanne's attempt to keep her best, most serious and intimidating marine corps 1st sergeant glare while unleashing her fiery wrath on the enemy was, shall we say, a bit of a challenge.

"It's obvious you were a highly sought-after kid...!
BY THAT COAT HANGER POKEN OUT'A YEAR GRAPE!"

"DOAK!" Pryn unexpectedly transformed into a delightful bundle of clumsiness as she toppled into her big sister's open arms, erupting into a fit of giggles. "Yer so stupid... I swear!"

Leanne couldn't help but join in on the fun with a laugh of her own as she held her baby sissy in a loving and heart felt embrace. "Year a lil snot, ya know?"

"I know!

"I can't function with you acting like a child."

Pryn looked up, still grinning. "OH REALLY!"

At last, the two fighters established eye contact. "You are the one who is stupid; you are aware of that, correct?"

"OKAY! So if I act my age... will I still get staff sergeant's paycheck?"

There came a slight pause within space and time.

Pryn was still grinning. "This conflict between us will continue indefinitely. Daddy would be so proud of us!"

"SHIT!" Roared Leanna!

Suddenly, without any warning, the alarm blared once more, causing the girls to jump like startled deer in the headlights. Sure, it was annoying, but they were starting to master this whole surprise act thing!

Leanna took a leap of faith and dove headfirst into its secret transmission. "Something strange is afoot with this messaging device, Pryn."

"Excuse me?" The staff sergeant leaned in, ready to share some wisdom from the trenches. "What's the scoop?"

Leanna hit the brakes on her thoughts. "They can't get in touch with our... Go-to person!" She scratched her head, pondering the delightful absurdity of the situation.

"What's the matter?" Pryn leaned in, ready to devour the latest slice of unfortunate news. "What... your brain shorting out. That there word be... CONTACT." She giggled.

The first sergeant stood in awe.

Turning her head Pryn uttered to herself... "Our go-to person!" Then laughed. "You speak like those ridiculous characters from that soap opera, 'The Dumb and the Crotchless'... ya know."

"I DO NOT! Besides... I hate that show after Billy-JoeBoB ate that cat turd on a dare!"

"GROSS!"

"YA...! NO KIDDING! I blew chips when I seen that!"

The following day was neither better nor worse than the day before. Dreary and boring.

At the same exact time, back in the United States of America another conversation was in hot brew.

But know one knew.

So the tension grew!

Until all the rest turn fug'n blue!

Now back to you!

SO... FOLK EW 2... FOO!

During the discussion, Admiral B.K .Tilde was taken aback to learn that the strategy for a new elimination effort against Baron Von Leverznauk had somehow transformed into a compelling notion to consider. "And who exactly are you, I inquire?"

Positioned firmly at the base of the 20-foot-long conference table, Langley, Virginia. "As I stated earlier, esteemed gentlemen and distinguished members of the Earle Des Homologs Royale Oak Guards of Wales, whom I hold in great disdain! Fore the record, of course."

"I fucking hate you bloody yanks!" Hissed Sire Portsmouth with disrespect. "You know that, right?"

General Gerry D. Cobalt, positioned closest to the east gate courtyard window, offered a subtle smile while maintaining his silence.

"Let us move forward, gentlemen." Advised Fleet Admiral W. D. Leahy as he reviewed a strategic dossier and civilian documents. "We face a critical challenge that demands our focus and dedication."

"Absolutely, sir."

"I have two personnel on special assignment who are not responding to our updates and directives, and I seek a satisfactory resolution to this matter. I am not happy, gentlemen." Admiral Leahy let out a deep groan.

"HA, HA! DISREGARD YOUR INFERIORITY, AD-MULE!" Laughed Valkyrie as he downed his fourteenth brew with determination! "FUG'N ATH-HOE!"

"And no comments from the cheering section, thank you very much!"

Valkyrie unleashed a belch so thunderous, it could give the Liberty Bell a run for its money! "Whatever blows your skirt up, Skippy! Feel free to carry on, darling."

He was grinning like a Cheshire cat at that time.

General Gerry D. Cobalt, positioned closest to the east gate courtyard window, offered a subtle smile while maintaining his silence.

"The marine Corps have a special support unit ready to deploy within forty-eight hours, sir." Confirmed Marine Corps General Bodil."

"So, general, who’s your pick to take the reins of this special unit?"

"Major Sorrel reporting from the illustrious Camp Last Wish, Arkansas, Valkyrie."

"Carl Sorrel? NO SHIT, BITCH? ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!"

The assassin flashed a grin. "Hey... I was dork'n his cousin, Penny Poppen-Schweitzer, last summer. What a tiny planet we inhabit!"

General Gerry D. Cobalt, positioned closest to the east gate courtyard window, offered a subtle smile while maintaining his silence.

Admiral Leahy gradually concealed his face. “GENTLEMEN! May we proceed, please? Valkyrie, back outside!"

The assassin scowled from the depths of his adult magazine... 'FUG'N GROSS!' "What? You boink Penny as well, Admiral?”

"Perhaps."

Valkyrie emitted a rather strained belch. "Ole Penny P looks pretty good in jeans, doesn't she, Hornblower?"

Major Kelly inclined his head to the right, as if he were looking for a new employment. "Who is this Penny woman that Valkyrie can't seem to shut up about?"

"Once you've collected a few more candles on that cake, I'll spill all the juicy details!" Replied the iconic Marine Corps Colonel Sanders. "At this moment, I require your undivided attention for this meeting."

"I have to admit, she must be a real gem!"

"You have crossed the line; keep your distance from my woman, or I will relegate you to the rank of altar boy! Now at ease, mah-fugger!" he uttered, his voice a blend of deep and authoritative. "Zip year pant up, junior."

The Major turned back with a grin. "Yes, thir!"

"General Bodil. Let us deploy this special SAR unit that you have." The Admiral's face got sorrowful. "These two marines...! The missin...!"

He softly scratched his forehead and swiped it with a handkerchief. "These girls, gentlemen...! They're just youngsters. And they may be in significant jeopardy right now, as far as we know."

General Bodil nodded his head in acknowledgment. "I'm right on it sir. Don't worry sir, my boys will locate the. That I assure you."

Valkyrie emitted a hearty chuckle as he dropped his special edition Picho-LeVico-Dinko-Denero Mexican cowboy boots off the desktop onto the hardwood floor.
"It appears that you gentlemen could benefit from a... superhero for this MadCow Mission!"

"Hee hee! He say... Soup-paw He-row!" Major Kelly chuckled heartily. "Valkyrie, you're practically the poster child for hipster of dah munt!"

"Where would you like fore me to post up at, Sir?" Inquired the exceptionally skilled military assassin, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of dissatisfaction and a disturbing smile.

The Admiral lifted his gaze from the mountain of tactical maps, quester forms, and a slew of military paperwork that surrounding him, lost in the maze of strategy and duty. "Are you able to make your way to Peggy's Cove?"

"Lunenburg, the charming coastal gem?"

"Absolutely! Do you have a problem with that? Huh?"

Valkyrie dramatically rolled his sparkling sexy blue, tantalizing eyes, indicating his complete dissatisfaction yet very interested. "So, you want me to hang tight at Miss Heather's and just wait for the next set of instructions?"

Finally, the high-ranking officer in command let out a theatrical sigh, rolling his tired dark brown eyes in total dissatisfaction, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "I humbly apologize, oh valiant champ. Can you really juggle that and keep your nose clean at the same time during the same event?"

Everything came to a halt fore what seemed like forever, as if the cosmos itself had slowed down.

"We're both talking 'bout the same gal, right, Admiral?"

"She's are only choice at this point in time, champ. Can you manage to stay out of trouble up there fore a few days?"

There came a slight pause within space and time.

"Maybe. I mean... sure."

"So... what's the scoop on you and Special Agent Ulevitch, Val?" asked the Major, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"YEAH!" snapped General Bodil "She's quite the woman. How do you always end up teaming up with her on these secret missions?"

A wide grin spread across the Divine Assassin's face. "Wanna know the truth?"

"Hee, hee!" Chuckled the Major. "HA, HA!... he say... WANNA KNOW DAH TRUT!"

General Gerry D. Cobalt, positioned closest to the east gate courtyard window, offered a subtle smile, "Hey Davie. Did you know that she was championship skater prior to her LAP career?" He gave a sublet wink. "She's an Idaho girl, friend! Pretty hot down there around Boise. Wouldn't you agree?"

That's what broke the camel's back. "GO SEAHAWKS! Yes, Gerry! Yes, I knew that. She's an incredible lady who can, in many ways, put any male to shame." He glanced up. "Ya know?"

Valkyrie felt slightly embarrassed because, to be honest, he had a high school crush on her but kept it a secret. He believe she liked him too! Awe!

At that moment, a light knock echoed through the conference room. Suddenly and unexpectedly, the door opened, disclosing a gorgeous woman in an olive drab military skirt in her early thirties, who immediately closed the door behind her.

"Hi, Valkyrie!" She whispered as she swiftly advanced toward the Admiral stationed at the far end of the conference table.
In her right hand, she gripped two light tan manila envelopes with a firm resolve.

"Greetings Second lieutenant Gilmore."

"Apologies for the interruption, Admiral, but Colonel Kellogg instructed me to deliver this to you without delay." She politely gave out the paperwork, bending down to do so. "Sir... he said that you owe him one."

She smiled broadly.

The Admiral smiled broadly.

At last, the military's celestial assassin smiled. "Are you contemplating the same notion as I am, Skippy?"

The Admiral gazed upward. "Perhaps."

It may come as a surprise to some that Colonel Kellogg was, in fact, Admiral Tilde's cousin on his mother's side.

"He also instructed me to remind you of your upcoming family reunion next month."

"I was unaware to your acquaintance with the Colonel, Second Lieutenant Gilmore."

A grin reemerged. “He is my father, sir. Recall the familial anecdote regarding father and the weekend at Bernie's on Enigmatic island? Wha ha ha la La!"

"Indeed? Teri, right?"

She displayed an even more radiant smile. "No... Traci... Calvin!"

"No shit?" He laughed. "Well, I'll be damned... who's Calvin?"

"YA! Guess you could say that I turned out to be the life of the party, huh Skippy?" She giggled.

"Well... now that I have that information, I will admit it to everyone... aren't you as cute as a button?"

"Thank you sir. It seems like ages since anyone has deemed me cute!"

"Nope, not happening. That's because you've gone from adorable to intergalactic heartthrob!" Unraveled the enigma from the celestial hitman.

General Gerry D. Cobalt, positioned closest to the east gate courtyard window, offered a subtle smile, "Hey Davie." He said in a slight low voice. "Did you know that she was prom queen at 'Slim Fast' High, prior to her Army career?"

Valkyrie grinned brightly. "Well is that a fact! Why little southern belle... that sounds like you're on the fast track for more fun and adventure! Ya, know?"

General Bodil nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Yes ma'am! What he said!" Up went his right thumb.

There came a sudden pause within space and time. And inside that time span, a new concept emerged.

"I could use back up on this mission, Admiral. Ya, know?"

The high-ranking officer slowly rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood fore any more of Valkyrie's ridiculous tricks.

Discover the energy he exclaims, "Why me, Valkyrie? Why the Navy? Seriously? I love my country!"

"WHAT, SKIPPY? I'm merely inquiring, that's all!"

The celestial hitman also gave an exaggerated eye roll. "You're behaving as if I've got 'Trust Issues' tattooed on my forehead, fore Pete's sake!"

Fore some unknown reason the Admiral closed his eyes. "I don't give a shit, Valkyrie! Take the girl and... and leave immediately!"

A sharp gasp for oxygen erupted throughout the meeting room.

"He, he! He say... TAKE DAH GIRL! HA, HA, BLAH, HA, AAH... HA, HA!!" Bellowed the Major!

In a flash, Valkyrie was up on his feet. "Ready to go, honey?"

With that the two departed with the assassin yelled over his right shoulder... BY THE WAY SKIPPY... FINKLE IS TINHORN\ AND! TINHORN IS FINKLE... YOUR FREE TO GO!"

End of Act V


Act VI

"Corporal. Could you kindly bring the jeep to the front for us?"

"Affirmative, sir. No problem." Lance Corporal B.G. Higgins from Solvang, California, responded.

Solvang. The charming community is distinguished by musicality and traditional friendliness. It's a fantastic location. Remarkable! But not exactly like you.

"Carl is going to be a son of a bitch to locate in all this Hedge growth, ya know?" Billy B. Gajah hissed, looking up from his 49th edition of "Jane Bondi, OO8" comic.

"Hedges grow. Hey, Cap'n, don't these motherfuckers in Germany call all of this bullshit hedge grow? Or is it hedge growth?" Sparked Corporal Sparkier. A widely recognized negro from Eastside Detroit, Michigan. The land of the "CryptoBloods" gang, with which he had cut ties. It was a hard decision.

But he knew in his heart that he was much better than that as a man. No matter the race! And by God this was a black man with insurmountable pride and dignity! 'f coarse... "BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL!"

In high school, Corporal Lenny K. Sparkier became the state's very first, Javelin champion. Later he had his name dubbed as the, "EASTSIDE CHUCK-NUCKER" (A black thing?)

"Look at this house, pal." Billy B. spoke to Corporal Sparkier as he slid over onto his side in the mud and sludge.

In the very back of his comic, there were paintings of elegant custom American antique mansions.

"Good golly oh Molly... and in pink and white, huh?"

"Look better if'n it were en blue" Added Private Ruben Echeveria from Flip, Florida. "Blue... it be my fav-ut colar."

The massive old Victorian home was decorated in Penal white and trimmed with Poddle blue. The front yard was intended to have semi-dry rows of blue and white roses. Oh. How lovely it be!

"Yeah, Lenny!"

"Yeah."

"Ya know... my Diddy...!" Ruben spoke up, as if it were a super secret.

"Yeah."

"Well... his Diddy...!"

As Lenny gazed down at Billy B.

There came a sudden pause within space and time.

"Yeah."

"What the fuck?" Laughed Billy B.

"Well... my Diddy's... Diddy, informed me that there are insurmountable boz of goad in that castle that the Germans are exceedingly cautious about."

"Is that a fact?"

Lenny was from a Detroit area with a certain understanding of what "insurmountable" truly meant, especially when it came to towering mounds of some other mah-fuggers' chit.

"And how insurmountable we talking about?"

The young goofy looking Marine smile bright! "More than enough to fill a dozen GAZ double A's! Very manageable, wouldn't you agree?"

Billy B. got up and stretched after rolling onto his side. "My man named Ruben. You are quite genuine, though a bit strange. So, what are your thoughts, Lenny?"

At that moment, Lance Corporal Higgins stopped the jeep suddenly, almost running over his superior officer, exactly as the event happened.

"WHAT THE HELL, BRICE! You attempting to kill us or something, you moron!" Corporal Sparkier leaped to his feet and swung himself out of the nearby camp in an instant. "You could have easily hit the captain!"

He then looked down. "Excuse him, sir? What on earth kid?"

"I am quite alright Corporal, thanks. What is it Corporal?"

"Listen to me... there are people... oh no... Cap'n Ballard, I must speak with you. Three individuals are ascending from the lower ravin and are making their way in this direction." The young marine was on the verge of losing it.

"FUCK! They found us! A... GAIN!" Barked Billy B. "Ruben! Get shit packed up right now... sounds like we're moving out once again?"

"Moving our position? We just got ear!"

"I know, bro! Just do it, please! Grab that Mauser when you do!"

"Corporal, what is it?" Asked the Captain in a calm lower voice. "Please, come here and sit down before you fall."

"Yes sir!"

Billy B. seized his canteen as a precaution before meeting his desperate friend. "Here, take this!" he offered his water to Corporal Higgins.

"No thanks."

"Take the water... ya need it."

"No, I'm OK. I am really upset is all!"

With that Billy B. set things straight! "Listen to me! When I tell you to do something, you do it first and then you pitch a bitch! Got it?"

"Yes! Ok!"

Billy B. turned to drop his canteen back onto his gear. "Talk back to me ya little mother Fu...!"

"BILLY! Enough!" Warned Lenny with authority. "Not in front of the captain, assholes!"

As a gesture of goodwill, the captain got to his feet and offered his seat to his subordinate. True to form! "Have a seat corporal. Let's hear it." He said calmly.

The young corporal totally followed orders while the captain leaned in super close!
Like a super tactical move, corporal Higgins spilled the tea with a racing heart and the fastest speech ever!

"You’ve got to listen to me, captain! You absolutely have to listen up!"

The handsome young marine officer flashed a warm smile. "Okay, let's do this!" He flashed a cheeky wink. "I'm all ears, let me hear what you've got! Bestie!"

"Alright, sir... in a nutshell!" Higgins' eye elegantly transitioned into a quick squint. "Just one click, sir! Three of them! Germans might seem all serious and military-like, but trust me, they know how to have a good time and goof off too!"

The captain kept that charming smile going strong! "I'm all ears, detective! Let's hear what you've got next!"

"Two, I am certain, are girls, sir. I think they are German girls! And one very unattractive elderly man with bizarre wardrobe."

The corporal gradually shook his head. “Sir. They are maneuvering an unconventional motorbike. Moreover, it is really ugly as well."

"Understood."

There was a brief moment of stillness as the captain surveyed the surroundings with a keen eye, then deliberately leaned in to inspect the corporal's right shoulder, then return to unwavering eye contact. "So...what do you think I should do? I must ensure that we execute our plans flawlessly. You understand this, don’t you?”

"OH, ABSOLUTELY, SIR! You're spot on once again! If I might add. Sir."

"Oh absolutely corporal!"

"Well, sir. And upon the eighth day, GOD created His MIGHTY USMC, we all know that... right?"
"Oh absolutely corporal!"

"Sir... we have no other choice than to stand fast and you allow me to challenge them."

Suddenly the senior officer took this young and determined marine very serious!

"Alone, sir."

In a softened gentle voice the captain replied in a near whisper... "Absolutely, sir. Now please... stand your post, corporal. Please."

Out of nowhere, the warrior pulled a classic retreat and continued his trek along the bumpy path, with Lenny and Billy B strutting alongside him like trusty sidekicks.

"Hooray for the SeaHawks!" Cheered Ruben as he enthusiastically crammed a handle roll Farzwwigglez doughnut into his eager, gaping maw!

GWOSS!

It didn't take long for the entire group to see another lone wolf coming, clothed in deep forest camouflage and looking to have stepped out of a military catalog.

"What's cooking?" Gretna gazed to Ruby! "This one? Yeah, I'm not buying it."

"He's packing heat, too!"

"So am I!" Smiled Gretna as she lowered her binoculars. "He cute."

Ruby just grinned.

"You gals just take a moment, now. We have no clue who he is nor what he desires!" Warned Ember as he almost singed his fingers lighting his Aborigine Dugan pipe filled with exquisite fug'n pipe tobacco.

"I intend to visit him out there." Gretna declared as she retrieved her machete and a canteen of freshly made perked coffee.

"I will accompany you. Peaver, you remain concealed." Insisted Ruby.

"Take that bear with you, girls?"

Gretna was well on her way down the brushy trail by this point. "Remain here, Peaver. Stay in your own pay grade... EMBER!"

The harsh fragrance and early morning warmth emanating from the neighboring mint fields were both noteworthy and appreciated.

Unexpectedly, as the girls appeared, Corporal Higgins noticed them and came to a complete stop. With a subtle motion of a lever, he disengaged the safety mechanism of his weapon. "I beseech Your presence, my Lord." He whispered with a faint sigh. "Lets do this, Jesus."

"Seid gegrüßt, meine Damen. Könnt ihr mir bitte helfen, ich bin müde und verloren.“

Gretna took no chances yet allowed herself to gracefully secure her weapon. Ruby however steadfast with her shotgun firmly in hand. "Don't speak that crap to me white boy, I'm from Chicago pal!"

Ruby assured everyone that she too was present, "And I'm from East L.A. On the Eastside." As a result, she let out a giggle.

"NO KIDDING, LADIES!" The young marine exclaimed as his hands came together with a satisfying pop. "Well beat me at a blanket party! ARE YOU SERIOUS? CHICAGO, HUH! ME TOO!" He was beaming with joy from ear to ear by now.

"Born on State Street. But moved to Madison shortly thereafter."

"I was born at an orphanage in Pakistan. Long story." Explained Ruby.

With that, the corporal turned slowly and indicated to his camp site. "There are four more Americans just up the hill. Right now, there are two on each side of us."

Ruby peered about with caution as well. "Where?"

In a moment, Corporal Billy B Gajah stealthily approached her like a frenzied feline about to pounce onto a platter of Friskies cat treats. "Do not be alarmed, girl." He spoke softly. "Handle that shotgun with care, please."

Ruby promptly concealed her weapon by her side, with the muzzle end facing downward. "Sorry... I am depressed. I did not intend to be uncouth in any way."

After that, Billy B experienced a significant increase in his level of comfort. "Depressed? Shotgun? Thats not a good combo girl!"

Miss Redrum giggled to herself. "I know. HEY...could you benefit from a cup of freshly brewed coffee?" She held up her gleaming new Nutzerhiemler canteen was proudly displayed as she cheerfully extended her hand. "This is an item that I will never part with. In other words, I am in love with it!"

Ruby was almost in wonderment of her new steel container due to its majestic appearance. "Oh yes...! Oh dear yes how I do!"

Grenta gave an exaggerated eye roll. "She's a freshman... pursuing a Drama major at the illustrious University of Kaudmaud Homelier. She's got a real talent for missing the mark ever time, I swear!"

"I'm not the bad!"

"What is the size of your group?" Inquired Billy B as Lenny interrupted the discussion. "Let us have a brief discussion with the Captain." He proposed.

"Three of us. Alright, let's go." Gretna, agreed, taking a thorough look at the region front of you. With that done, the two marines led the young females back to their camp.

"I'm not really that bad." Explained Ruby. She looked to Billy B. "I got a tattoo of "Felix the Cat" on my ankle when I was in Caracas last year!"

"Is that a fact?"

"Oh, absolutely! That's the gospel! Right there on my right ankle, just hanging out!"

Billy let out a hearty laugh. "You're shaking in your boots, aren't Choo, darling?"

Ruby let out a tiny gasp, as if the air had just pulled a fast one on her. "Perhaps just a smidge."

"Well, do not concern yourselves with us, boys. We have no intentions of causing harm to any of you."

Lenny abruptly ceased contributing. "Except when incited, that is."

The young lady smiled broadly. "Negative! Not from us two! Gretna and I both have a liking for the boys!"

Miss Germanic could be heard snickering from a distance somewhere.

Ruby turned around. "I didn't mean it that way, bimbo!"

The gang came to a halt just before reaching the marines' camp after witnessing Ruben burn his finger tips while attempting to collect a hotdog on a stick from an open fire. "FUCK-KING, OUCH!"

Lenny looked around to see Billy B slide close to his side. "We are a clandestine special forces recon unit with the Unites States of America. The Marine Corps, ma'am."

The girls were impressed. "I love it!" Chirped Ruby.

"We only fight for our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We are on assignment. The captain will explain everything you need to know."

Gretna froze and stared at her accomplice in crime. "No! Now I know we love it!"

"The crux of the matter, ladies!" Corporal Higgins let out in a commanding shout. "Behold, the crème de la crème of captains in the whole marine corps... standing right before you's. Before me. And before... us!"

Ruby was nearly rolling! "I like him!" She clapped her hands and chuckled, "He's a freak just like me!"

Her laughter filled the air!

"Captain. These two young women were observed just down the path, sir!" Announced Lenny. "Another individual in their group is still awaiting with their motorbike machine."

"Apologies, ladies, but I must confiscate your weapons." Higgins conveyed with a bit of regret. "Keeping our OIC is an absolute must. We don't have anyone else like him. Plus, we really do rely on him! Well... sometimes."

Ruby gave a big chuckle. "So stupid!" She giggled surrendering her shotgun!

"Hi there, ladies!" the proud captain of the marines exclaimed. "Let us get you gal's some coffee."

"I... "BROUGH" coffee as well." A piranha named Gretna grinned! "Wanna swap, bugle boy?"

Ruby's laughing had reached new highs! "FLY... KINDRED SPIRIT, FLY!"

The skipper abruptly turned around with a swift twist. "Oh yes ma'am! That sounds mighty fine... ma'am! Yes indeed!" He responded nervously.

"I BET IT DOES, STUD!" Roared Ruby with yet another clap of her hands.

"Cap'n was the cap't of his high school football team! WOW!" Corporal Higgins, who is thoroughly impressed, smiles triumphantly. Pathetic!

Grenta beamed with a grin of her own that could light up a football stadium. "Oh, is that so?" She inched a tad closer to the dashing marine officer. "Which school... cappy?"

"I was a "WARRIOR" ma'am. Small college in Idaho."

"Where?"

"He...! He declared, Idaho, ma'am!'"

Grenta casts a leisurely glance to the right. "I caught wind of that, Schleprock! WHERE IN IDAHO?"

Captain Ballard gave a chuckle. "Lewiston, ma'am. I attended Lewis & Clark State College. My parents owned the Victoria mansion on 11th Ave., directly below the school.' He suddenly stood steadfast. "It is now owned by some Danish Count."

Ruby threw her head in a laugh! "HOLY COW! Talk about "Nectar of the now," guys!"

"Shut up!" Chuckled her best-ted buddy!

"Well this conversation is proving to be unproductive." Whisper the junior officer.

The morning was early, just past seven-fifteen; the operation resembled a treasure hunt, attempting to establish contact with the quads' forward observer, who appeared as elusive as a needle in a haystack or possibly drunk and injured somewhere in the vastness of Germany. Foe-king plastered bastard!

"I'm headed back down the hill and see if I can assist the one with the motorbike." Chanted Lenny as he swiftly left the base camp, dragging Ruben behind, who was still munching on his foot long hotdog.

"Please have a seat, ladies."

"Where are you two coming from?" Billy B inquired, his face puzzled. "I don't recall and villages nearby."

"I am from Spoutzen-Fruitenheizler, and Ruby is from Kliekleinzezbughler."

Higgins perked up. "I'm from Arkadelphia, Arkansas. Just down Peabody Way, straight across the street from Corncob feed supplier."

Ruby's face was blank, but her lips released a scathing, "How thweet!"

The captain sat gracefully and extended the same respect to his guest. With a subtle move, he says, "Ladies, please take a seat with me."

There was an empty olive drab 55 gallon drum to Ruby's right, which Gretna observed at the same moment.

Their eyes met in mere silence.

And then it happened!

In a frantic shuffle, the two girls shoved, punched, laughed, yanked and pushed each other in trying to get control of it! "It's min...!" Screamed Ruby in a childish giggle!

"RIGHT ON!" Billy B cheered as he smacked the back of Lance Corporal Higgins' head. "Gretna, baby! She's like, totally unpredictable! One minute she's all cold and the next thing ya know she's on fire!"

"Ya...! She on fire!"

Gretna didn't have to wait long to take her reign! "GET... OFF... M...!" She laughed still fighting for her life! "STUP... PID...!"

"YAY! THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED!" Higgins cheered with a loud clap of his hands. "I just love wrestling! Reminds me of home!"

"RIGHT ON!" Billy B cheered as he delivered another smack to the back of Higgins' head.

Just then, Lenny could be heard in the distance as he and Ruben came to a halt while hauling the motorbike up the difficult route.

"Fuck You! I will never aid another mother fuck-ah again, I vow!" Then nearly slumped on the ground as Ruben laughed loudly. "YA! That shit sucked, man!"

"Hee hee! That's nearly as hilarious as the time my Diddy's Diddy mistook his spit cup for a refreshing beer!"

Ruben, a proud Hispanic kid aged twenty-three, was born and raised in Redding, California. "I come from a highly renowned family." He'd claim to anybody who would believe him!

Ember rapidly approached the others, with Peaver following closely after. "It's my first time meeting a Yank. You don't seem as bad as everyone says. Little goofy look'n but other than that."

That made the captain smile broadly. "Thank you. We're trying."

"My Diddy always said I was a real goofball!" Chuckled Higgins beaming with a grin that could light up a room!

"Embrace your inner goofiness!" Belched Gretna.

"So delightful, lance corporal! What could be the reason?" Ruby declared while brushing off her "GoldenGate" jeans for the fine sophisticated German woman. Well that's what the label says! "I am just going to change back into my camouflage pants!"

"You fellows in the Army?"

"Marine Corps, sir."

Ember, for some reason, was unimpressed. "I've read about you guy's from the first war."

Billy B swung his rifle over his shoulder and assumed the appropriate marching posture. "Yes. Sir, I fucking detest war!"

"Me too!" Admitted Gretna. "I'm a lover not a fighter!" She cheered with dreamy eyes.

"Right on!" Billy B was suddenly in the mood!

"The war is concluded, sir. What is the purpose of your being here now?"

Having posed that inquiry, the captain rose and surveyed the horizon. "We are on an expedition, mister...?"

“MISTER? You may address me as Ed Ember. There is no need fore insults; I work for a living, bitch."

"You don't sound German."

"Thats because I'm not." Ember looked up into Lenny's bright eyes and relied. "I hail from Canada. Merritt, in the province of British Columbia, at the institution's biological research facility."

"Research lab?"

"Ya, bitch! 'The Orville Offenhauser Project & Studies,' It was abbreviated but we had a hell of a time trying to get any government funding."

"Amazing how that shit works, huh?" Muttered Lenny as he elegantly glided by.

Something rather peculiar had caught the captain's attention. He remembered that just last year, whispers floated around about an experimental mad scientist lab unearthed in a tiny town in Washington state, right by the famous, bottomless "Was At" gorge bridge, just outside of Colville. Quite the plot twist, wouldn't you say?

"Sir. What exactly do they you research at your institute?"

There came a sudden pause within space and time.

"Biological Atrial Research. Life after death. It's organic in nature! Ya, know?"


End of act IV


Chapter two
Sisters in the Crossfire: Operation Valkyrie

Act I

"Does anybody else know about this?" Valkyrie inquired as Agent Ulevitch took her seat at the beachside eatery "Jadenz" near Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia.

The air was soft and warm, with just a trace of sea salt in the atmosphere, creating an ideal setting for relaxation. "Well... lets see. Mister Comk, the head of operations, and General Mulk."

"Mister Comk and General Mulk? True that? Sounds like a pair of homo Disney characters! They be trannies in training 2 by chance?" Laughed Valkyrie as he belches.

That elicited a chuckle from Special Agent Ulevitch. "Review the file number DNCID-01-075-0551 in that "LAP" binder to gain a clearer understanding of the current situation and our next course of action."

To Valkyrie's right, further down the sturdy table, lay a tan binder emblazoned with an unfamiliar insignia. "It seems the government has devised yet another covert access initiative, reminiscent of their previous attempt two years prior." The warrior cast a glance at his trusted subordinate, Second Lieutenant Gilmore. "Is that not correct, babe?"

The bashful young officer remained silent, yet her face radiated with a commanding smile. "Yeppers!"

"I will address that matter in due course." Attention! This is a call to arms. We must strategize and execute our plans with precision and discipline. Every decision counts, and we must remain vigilant and resolute in our mission. Stand ready, for victory is within our grasp!"I believe we will proceed according to my strategy this time." He unleashed a formidable shout, though it was not intentional.

Special Agent Ulevitch finally took her seat, her gaze fixed on the horizon. It was then that she spotted an approaching motor vehicle, its deep black exterior cutting through the landscape with an air of purpose. "I comprehend, VV. Remain calm for the time being."

"Can you please clarify a bit further, Valkyrie?"

The rusty, dusty warrior looked downed to his curious assistant. "Sure... as long as it doesn't entail me dressing up like "Lil Bow Peep" I'd do anything fore you, sweetie!"

That made the girls laugh! "I WANNA SEE!"

"We will maneuver around Berlin and advance directly to Bremen."

"BREMEN!" Barked Special Agent Ulevitch. "I have directives assigning me and our unit to Berlin. What are your thoughts, VV?"

This thought gave the young lieutenant a flutter of excitement as she spoke very little convincing German, but her kind heart for others shone brightly. "I'm not really excited about going there." That's all she could express.

"Why's that sweetie?"

"I don't care Valkyrie!"

"Oh... kay!"

"I'm scared." Confirmed Teri Gilmore... fore Traci.

The valiant warrior found himself momentarily flabbergasted by her reply, and suddenly, he was feeling a touch of trepidation himself. "Well, if you're feeling a bit jumpy, darling... we could always scrap this ridiculous mission and just kick back here with a case or two."

"REALLY!"

Special Agent Ulevitch laughed from behind her face covering.

That made Valkyrie chuckle as well. "Nah-dah! I've already pulled that stunt once before in my younger days," he confessed. "Boy was that a hot summer!"

"I’d totally be down for a round of orders right here on this beach!"

Out of nowhere, a lightbulb flickered on in the warrior's head. "Are you on the same wavelength as me, lieutenant?"

"Perhaps?"

"Stop fraternizing with the prisoner captain Crunch!" Teased Special Agent Ulevitch in her special sexy kind of way.

Now everyone was in a tizzy.

The mysterious dark car navigating Indian Harbor Highway drew nearer, inducing a growing sense of unease in the Special Agent. Nonetheless, she maintained her silence.

Without warning, Valkyrie cast her eyes downward. "I need you to exercise caution while handling that weapon of yours, understood?"

The young officer grinned, now perplexed. "What?"

"SHIT! Shut up, VV!"

"Huh... you shut up! Life's thrown me a few curveballs, you know?"

"Are we independent during this mission?"

"Alone? What do mean?"

There came a sudden pause within space and time.

"Valkyrie, pay attention! Please! This is very important! NOW... are we alone, or are we not alone?"

"Sounds like you're prepping a mid-term speech, agent behind dah iron mask!" Chuckled the mighty warrior sarcastically.

Why did that girl over there roll her party eyes and say... "What ever! Jealous will get you nowhere. No moe!"

"Hey I'm not the one hidden behind a mask either!" Laughed the jack-ass from across the outdoors table. "WE WILL HAVE OUR CONTACTS, Special Agent Ulevitch!" He smiled proudly and without remorse this time.

"At least I'm a federal asset who's not on borrowed time. AND... without a price on her head!"

"YOU INCREDIBLE ASSHOLE!" Baked Traci jumping to her feet! "You don't say something like that about anyone! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, ANYWAY?"

"Nothing wrong with me dear, I'm just stating a well known fact is all. Now bite me!"

With a decisive swing of her right fist, the second lieutenant struck the sturdy oak trash container beside her with force. "We stand united as one! Understood, Special Agent Ulevitch! And make Valkyrie bite you... I'm not that kind of girl!"

"Oh... I'm loving this shit!" The vigilant fighter raised his head to survey the sky. "And... and... I CAN SEE AGAIN!"

That made Gilmore laugh! "Shut up, boss! Yer so stupid!" She giggled loudly.

The atmosphere was charged with intense rivalry as the elite team engaged in a fierce struggle to impose order and reach a consensus on a unified front.

One of them was on the verge of uncovering who would bear the repercussions and be decisively positioned in their rightful place, once and for all.

"When you finally get your act together and recognize the authority at the helm of this F.A.S.U? AND IT'S NOT VALKYRIE!" Special Agent Ulevitch remarked with a knowing wink. "Then please reach out to me at my lodging."

At that moment, two military jeeps arrived and parked, emerging from the nearby dirt road that went to the beachfront.

Gilmore's eyes flew open from the sides. "Oh, wow! This "Forward Assault Unit" fights our adversaries' Special Agent Ulevitch! Not each other! Okay, ma'am?"

"Oh I couldn't agree more... you little pompous snot nosed newbie! With that in mind, kids, I'm moving out. I will be berthing at the "Stay Away" bed and breakfast, in case you two were curious."

Second lieutenant was still in shock as she sat staring at her boss like granny wait for grandpa to finally get up off his lazy ass and milk their fat ass cow! "Did you hear what she just called me?"

"YA!" Chuckled Valkyrie. "Now go grab me a yard of flight line, bitch"

In an instant the Agent slipped out of sight to the parking lot where her 1932 Packard sat patiently waiting.

"GOT BEER?" The mischievous assassin screamed with a laugh.

"Cease the teasing, or she may retaliate when you least anticipate it." The second lieutenant chuckled, accompanied by a reciprocal wink.

Valkyrie gazed upward. "Not with my third eye, young lady. No one challenges me! Are you not aware of that?"

Then Traci stood and turned. "AND FUCK YOU TOO, SPECIAL AGEN...! SPECIAL... BITCH!"

Valkyrie evaded by clutching the top of his head with his hands in anticipation of any unforeseen actions! "GET ER LIL TIGER!"

The distant black sedan approached rapidly and abruptly, coming to a stop in the gravel parking lot. "TAKE COVER!" Shouted a man and four other figures clad in black as they quickly positioned themselves behind the driver's door, utilizing it as a barrier. A quick and unforeseen shootout ensued.

Before he realized it, Valkyrie seized the young lieutenant, yanking her close and driving them both further behind the weathered oat trash receptacle. "Teri! I mean... Traci! Darling, you're hit! Where is your weapon bitch?"

With that said, Gilmore maneuvered her way back to the other side of the bench to retrieve her ACO bag and rifle. "VALKYRIE...! Darling, you're hit too! And your not laughing either! Where's your sense of humor now, ya stupid mother fucker?"

NOW THE FORMIDABLE WARRIOR WAS LAUGHING AND ENJOYING LIFE!

Before long, both warriors were engaged in the firefight of their life, with lots of crossfire.

"Hold down the fort sweetie, while poppa retrieves his pea shooter!"

"AIGHT, POPPA!" Replied Traci in her most refined four-year-old voice.

Valkyrie got the opportunity to take down a sniper near the top of the lighthouse. Until he realized who he was about to kill, he pulled back and returned his weapon back to safety.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and her delicate voice struggled to rise above the distant clamor. “What is the reason?”

"I can't!"

"WHAT? WHY?"

Valkyrie abruptly discovered himself disoriented in a linear reverie, with tears unexpectedly streaming down his right cheek. "I am unable to!" The enchantment was abruptly dispelled, and his vision reverted to its usual state.

Subsequently, another volley of retaliatory fire impacted his left upper arm! However, he disregarded it.

"Why didn’t you take the shot? Your'e hit again!” Silence enveloped the barren expanse, broken only by the relentless thumping of Second Lieutenant Gilmore’s heart, echoing with a powerful cadence that resonated through the stillness. "I'm going up there and rip his damned head off... if'n he don't stop shooting at me!"

To the east, an unforeseen and fierce tornado started to take shape on the distant horizon, while the situation to the north offered no better prospects. “Why did we advance this far, Valkyrie, if…! If you…!"

A sudden, deafening blast erupted from just above the left tower of the historic lighthouse, raining down fragments of rock and loose debris onto the grassy parkway below. Once again, a demonstration of retribution!

And another detonation. This time, positioned at a greater elevation, closest to the Belkah entrance at the summit.

However, this did not rattle the resolve of the unfortunate, yet incredibly courageous fighters. Gilmore gradually raised her gaze. “I just wish that you had taken decisive action Valkyrie... while the opportunity was there. You're so stupid!"

Stillness enveloped the area, accompanied by the fine particles of earth and a refreshing gust of wind.

Then a faint murmur can be heard from an undisclosed location. “Shut up, woman!"

Traci moved with a swift twist and a decisive shuffle. “I heard that.” She giggled.

A sudden stillness enveloped the realm of existence.

{{{{ BLAMMO! }}}}

The formidable fighter turned his head. “What a shot, babe! You my girl!”

“Valkyrie… we need to move out immediately… this is urgent!” Whispered Lieutenant Gilmore with a sense of urgency, her voice trembling and eyes glistening with unshed tears. “We have just four minutes left, by the mercy of Jesus.” The strain etched on her face was unmistakable at this point. "Move quickly!"

Valkyrie swiftly removed his weapon from the hunt and promptly started to dismantle it. His handcrafted precision weapon, and quite an impressive piece of machinery it turned out to be.

Time continued its relentless march, and for some unforgiving reason, Lieutenant Gilmore found herself facing the harsh realities of fate and the weight of past decisions once more.

“I’ll make the leg out of here so you can ease up and find your thoughts.”
He replied with a firm nod. "Nah-dah! What I need is a shot of 151 and a piece of ass to clear my mind! Thanks for asking! Relax a little more, Second Lieutenant. You will eventually tire yourself out from worrying about things beyond your control."

“How is your leg holding up?”

Valkyrie gradually raised his gaze. “It still stings intensely, but the bleeding has stopped. How is your forehead holding up? It continues to bleed, yes?"

Traci quickly glanced at her Big Daddy watch as if she were on high alert at a strategic point. “Everything will be under control. Move quickly, please."

With that said, Valkyrie secured the lid of his dark rifle case and rose deliberately to his feet. “Apply a cloth to that injury. Move out."

The duo exchanged a vigilant look at the surrounding area before stealthily moving into the obscurity cast by the remnants of destroyed armored vehicles from the previous night's conflict.

Two months ago, Gilmore had just turned twenty-three and earned the rank of Second Lieutenant, WIZO (Weapons systems officer) seldom found among the female ranks and job descriptions. Yet she had once again demonstrated her remarkable ability to tackle the most challenging tasks and achieve every objective she set her sights on. She was truly formidable.

The Lieutenant swiftly detached her sweatband from her wrist and extended it to secure it around her head, effectively shielding the small cut near her right upper brow. With a decisive motion, she cleared the path of crimson that marked the ground.

A gate positioned at the eastern end of the structure stood ajar, swinging with a creaking sound in the early evening air, while the foul odor of methane gas wafted from the alley drains.

Swiftly maneuvering through the tight corridor of vehicles and debris, Valkyrie cast a glance over his shoulder at his foes before vanishing into the remnants of the former stronghold.

A resounding boom echoed as a fierce bolt illuminated the sky, casting a striking display of red and blue across the firmament.

Traci swiftly took her position in the driver's seat of the fortified 1934 extended H-1 Hum Mah-Fugger half-track, igniting its powerful engine. Meanwhile, Valkyrie ascended to the roof rack, securing himself with determination before delivering a firm smack to the top. “MOVE OUT, BITCH! HA, HA! Just kidding!”

"So stupid!: Giggled Gilmore. With their rear secured, she skillfully navigated the sturdy half-track through a treacherous landscape filled with numerous perilous sharp objects and concrete debris.

Once again, blood had started to flow into her right eye, impairing her clear sight and complicating her ability to manage the controls. With her right hand, she activated the vehicle's communication system and adjusted it to automatic direction mode. She then activated the INS, bringing up another tactical navigation visual screen. A series of green lines swept across the screen before activation. What an advanced piece of war machine!

Before long, Valkyrie had maneuvered from the top and into the front passenger seat through the open sunroof with precision.

“Where is your weapon?”

“Still secured in position, above deck.” He wiped the loose dirt and grime from his swollen, irritated eyes as he took another gulp of fresh, cool water from his canteen. "You have no idea how absurd it was securing the blasted thing without it going off course."

Traci’s striking emerald eyes gleamed with determination as she smiled confidently, a hint of laughter in her voice. “You would excel as a skilled Indian tracker in the days of yore, you know?”

“That’s Native American to you, Lil Tiger. The way I see it, the title Indian is an insult to those great first nation people.”

“You Titanian Teygetan’s are a bit touchy when it comes to your titles, are you not?”

“Well I am! I just feel that they are owed the respect and recognition is all. They lost their entire free world because of all you invading jackasses!”

In an instant the tan skinned Gilmore flung her head back in a loud roar of hysteria. “Invading jackasses, huh?” Her laughter continued. “Your ex-wife is native American, was she not?”

“Mine? Hell nah! She ain’t native of anywhere. Nieve bitch, maybe!”

“But I thought that you said she sprung from the “Grody Hoe” tribe from the back woods of Arakadlphia. You were drunk... yes?”

There came a sudden rumble of laughter that erupted deep from Valkyrie belly. “Nah! I was just fun'n about, zall. Drunk as hell during the wedding, though!” He gave the young lady a gentle wink. “Yo… hit that like button, bitch! Ha, ha! Just kidding!”

A second later... "I’ll take a kissy, instead! I'm ah lover not ah fighter, ya know?”

“The Marine Corps would shoot both of us, if’n I did!”

“I’m game! Never know!”

Traci giggled, flipping on the H1’s overhead lights. "You’re so weird, Valkyrie. Going to be an interesting ride back to the airplane! Besides… you were suppose to be driving the first leg out.”

“I can still drive.”

Gradually the light glow of the interior lights went to full dim, yet not quite completely out. “That’s alright boss, l can manage."

End of act I

Act II

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myjh263Z__M

After the battered drift boat came to a halt, Special Agent Ulevitch looked through much of the dense, wild grass.

She discreetly turns her head, attempting to conceal any indications of alarm. "Do you genuinely believe this will be successful, Valkyrie?"

"I have no idea, but I will enjoy finding out," followed by a brief quiet. A weird chuckle ensued.

"What do you suppose is causing the light display?" asked Lieutenant Gilmore. "Something is not right with me."

"Seems to me like the layer of fog is acting like fuel causing the ignition hense the odd color display." Valkyrie turned again. "I mean... your guess is as good as mine, at this point, pumpkin."

To Teri's right, an eleven-year-old girl named Bailie Jezksad smiled. "It's methane. When the Card Whistler phenomenon comes, it's very normal."

The lieutenant twisted her head in surprise. "What is she saying?"

The warrior lowered his binoculars. "Your conjecture is as valid as mine, at this juncture, pumpkin."

"Don't talk to me like that boss, just talk normal please. You confuse me otherwise."

"Oh. I see." Smiled the handsome man.

"OH MY GOODNESS! That whiff is a kick to the belly, wouldn't you say?" Barked Special Agent Ulevitch.

"Oh, that's quite the norm, you see! But wait! Oh what a sight you shall see!" Assured Bailie with a twist and a turn, as if it was quite the fad!

"Are you kidding? A fucking maggot would throw up at that nasty shit."

"Will you all please be quiet? I can't think with all of your noise," snapped Valkyrie .

This caused Lt. Gilmore to lean in, a mix of concern and curiosity dancing on her face. "What delightful morsel of critique are you indulging in, my dear?"

"Shut the fug up! Nothing sound more stupider than a blonde trying to sound fug'n intelligent!"

"FUCK YOU TOO... VALKYRIE! FUCKING SMART ASS!"

"Jus say'n... zall!" The warrior kept his eyes fixed, but his thoughts were off on a fiery adventure of disdain. "The HJ-77 Index: a name that sounds like it could be a secret agent or a new dance move. I’m a bit puzzled about how these fit into our current shenanigans. Or with, for that matter."

Special Agent Ulevitch advanced with purpose. "Do you sense that we've been dealt a raw deal once more, Valkyrie?"

"OH... Without a doubt, sugar. Seems obvious at this point... does it not?"

"DON'T CALL HER THAT, BOSS!" OOPSY! Got a mad Gilmore on camera one. "That's so unprofessional!"

Valkyrie slowly glanced up, feeling a little ashamed. "I'm sorry, gals. I think I have to admit that I really miss my two girls. You know it hurts, right?

Sometimes a man needs to do what he has to do in order to survive. However, his volunteer efforts with the Special Armed Forces of the United States were highly costly, leaving him feeling hollow and lost within.

"No, no! We don't take in badly, boss." Teri looked at Special Agent Ulevitch. "I mean, I don't anyway."

"Badly, boss? Your grammar sucks, Gilmore! Besides... I never hear VV, dear. I'm really skilled at not paying attention to the fool!" She chuckled to herself, which made the warrior laugh too.

"To be honest, I was surprised by how long it took to adjust." Valkyrie snickered with a bark. "Ulevitch, you aren't really a pricey date, anyway. That is exactly how I prefer it, with the nymphomaniac champion! Jus say in! Ha, ha! Just kidding!"

"Verily, what dost thou mean?" Inquired Lieutenant Gilmore, her gaze now directed upward.

"SMART ASS!"

Valkyrie chuckled loudly. “You girls remain here. I will establish the connection fore the relay landing apparatus." The warrior cast a peek over his right shoulder. "Can you the three unload? Please."

"Unload this Valkyrie!" Barked the special agent as she swiftly slapping her right buttocks and snapping her fingers fore action.

With a smirk on his face, the combatant froze. "Without a doubt, sweetie!"

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH, VALKYRIE!" Scolded Gilmore.

“Hey! It's that simple!" From the boat, Valkyrie tossed the brown duffel bag onto the dry grassy bank. The courageous fighter fought his way through the tall, untamed grass, searching fore a safe, quiet spot to relieve himself.

"Where are you going, boss?"

In the faint light, Valkyrie was heard saying, "Why... are you busy?"

"No! Not necessarily."

A strange giggle followed, fore some unfathomable reason.

The sun will rise in three hours, prompting the US covert hit squad to expedite their efforts.

"Valkyrie, are we rendezvous with the Marines already on site, or are they coming to us?" Queried the special agent, who was unsure of the nature of the revised directives.

"Our arrival will be at the appointed time. Until then, the Marines are instructed to stand fast."

"And how does one... STAND FAST?" Sneered Special Agent Ulevitch to the hot lieutenant. "Your'e ridiculous. Why am I always on assignment with you?"

Suddenly, the warrior turned around. "I suppose it's because you get off on making up at the end of the battle?"

The comment caused the Lieutenant to erupt in hysterics!

"SMART ASS!"

"Well dad burn it Jethro... you asked!"

The Lieutenant chuckled even louder!

"A modest outdoor getaway cabin is located on the eastern side of Grettna Waymouth Pass." Valkyrie exclaimed abruptly and unexpectedly. "We should locate our next contact there."

The young marine officer did not appear to be impressed as she extended her right index finger and pointed over her left shoulder. "Go back that way?"

Suddenly, all of the fun and games became less amusing. "That's...!" She was beyond perplexed. "It would be suicide, boss. What's the catch?"

Valkyrie elevated his eyes. "There are no concealed stipulations, Pung-kin. A special Bible is required and may be found beneath the floorboards of the berthing chamber."

"Who is our point of contact?"

With that, the muscular warrior rose and swung his right leg over the side of the diminutive wooden boat. "An old man called Hans Gilberthner. "You arouse me, Special Agent."

Gilmore let out another round of laughter. "Your'e so stupid, boss!"

"We still have a few hours of low lighting. I believe we should use it wisely." He proposed.

"I agree." Smiled Ulevitch .

The four of them had crossed the river and were on their way back to their original goal in less than an hour.

The noble covert divine warriors were unaffected by the somewhat wet and cold weather, which did not weaken their resolve.







Novel in process.

















As they flip through the chapters of history
When these days have faded into the past
Will they reflect on us with a heavy heart Fore the seeds that we allowed to flourish?
We shifted our focus From the distant fortresses Our eyes lowered Upon the easiest way forward
Metropolises brimming with animosity
Whispers of dread and deceit
Faded souls And harsh, anguished gazes
Crafty fiends
Adorned in regal attire
Striking the crowd with force And mocking the learned
The false ones weave their tales of deceit
The hallowed chambers of verity
Timeworn lords cascading Their disdain upon the young
Can we not seek The thoughts that forged our strength?
Oh, can we not discover The essence of what is just and what is not? What troubles you?
Metropolises brimming with animosity
Whispers of dread and deceit
Faded souls And harsh, anguished gazes
Crafty fiends
Adorned in regal attire
Striking the crowd with force And mocking the learned minds
Oh, can we not lift our gaze And take the first step?
Can we not seek the souls To guide us nearer to the essence?