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Gun X Blade: The Spy, The Soilder and The Bastard
Gun X Blade: The Spy, The Soilder and The Bastard
Unknown time.
The voice was layered with a thick Chinese accent and was a
man’s. I looked away from the gun and took a look at the guy
holding it....There wasn’t much to see. His face was covered
with a burglar’s mass and he was draped in scarves. His outfit
was that of a Taliban leader’s. Looking a little closely at his
shirt pocket, which was translucent, I saw the picture of a cute
girl and her mother. The man was a terrorist and yet he had a
family he loved, but taking another glance at him, I could tell
he was not one to be messed with; one soldier can always
identify another. I took a quick glace around the room and
made a list of possible escape routes. The two windows on the
right, balcony on the left and the vent system. Weapons?
Desert Eagle. Two 9 millimetres and a nice knife on the table
at the far side of the wall. Cricket bat near one of the windows
on left. I was in a room of what seemed to be a very old
house. There wasn’t much light entering from the windows
which made it feel damp and dark. I was tied to a metal chair
with duck tape and the chair had been nailed to the floor. My
whole body had been wired up and these wires were
connected to a laptop. Apart from guy with a gun at my head,
there were two other guards each with their very own Ak-74u
and they were dressed like Taliban soldiers too. A man was
bent over a laptop and the guy who spoke earlier was
standing next to him, staring directly at me. This man was
quite short but was built like a fighter. He looked Chinese and
was battle-worn; he was wearing an Ed hardy shirt and
cargos.
The other guy looked up from the laptop. He too was a battle
worn soldier wearing a black tank and grey cargos. He nodded
at the Chinaman and spoke through a thick beard and his
accent cried out - Russian. - “Yes Chan, he’s stable...at least
for now.” Chan obviously was pleased to hear this; his toothy
smile was enough for me to tell. I braced myself for the pain,
whatever his style of interrogation was going to be I would be
ready for it. The heads of the ‘NGO’ agency that I worked for
trained their operatives to expect the kind of interrogation
technique that one is going to use and how to deal with it. It
wouldn’t take training to judge what comes next when a guy
flexes and cracks his knuckles, but it takes hell a lot of it to
take the beating and not break.
I spat the chipped tooth and blood on the floor and a big beefy
man came forward with a wet rag and started to clean it up. I
stared at him for a bit, surprised in my mind but
expressionless on the outside and then I turned my attention
back to Hie. “Fuck!” I said through gritted teeth, “Fine...My
first name is Alexandre. I do not have a second name, but am
registered as Alexandre Dean. (I was lying; it was a weak but
desperate one.) I work for the DGSE; Hey! Dimitri you are
Russian right explain to your friend about how the DGSE was
involved in the unveiling of the_”
The two men walked Dimitri outside and that left me alone in
the room with Hie and the beefy guard. “You dog,” Hie turned
back at me, “DGSE huh? Smart play. You don’t sound like a
man who belongs to French intelligence to me. Why don’t you
give up the act and just tell me who you are and what you
were doing!”
I only had a few minutes alone with the guard and had to
make small talk and get friendly with him up quickly so I
started in a mix of Hindi and Arabic, “What’s your name
friend? What comes before Aalee?”
“Aalee, look I shall not beat around the bush, I need your help
and will_”
“I do not help people who are trying to destroy our nation and
culture. Now shut up before I shoot -.”
“Help? HELP? You fucking bastard, don’t you fucking dare tell
me you are here to help our nation.”
“AALEE, LISTEN TO ME!” I yelled at him and cut him off. “We
are there to help your people. Believe it or not we really are.
There are men, bastards out there that take innocent lives.
They have destroyed over more lives than I can count and will
take more unless we stop them. These fuckers are hiding in
your country and we want to drag them out.” Aalee started
shaking his head to probably contradict me again but I
continued louder.
It seemed like the decision would kill him before Hie came
back so I was digging my brain for something I could say that
would tilt him in my favour; but to my luck, in a rush of sheets,
the man pulled out a silenced nine millimetre and shot off the
chains that had my legs locked to the floor. I smiled at him
reassuringly as he came forward and cut off the duct tape
with which my hands had been bound to the chair.
“He tossed me the army knife from his belt, the desert eagle,
an AK-74u and a bag full of ammo and supplies that he had
loaded up in a hurry. He also tossed me a map of the
surrounding region and traced a path with his finger to a
stream nearby; telling me of an old boat house that would
take me down the river.
I cut him off before he could finish, “My real name is Tom
Miller.” I told him feeling that I owed the man a bit of truth. He
nodded and said, “Mr. Miller, my superiors will have me shot
once they see what I have done. I do not wish to die at their
hands. If you would sir, would you please...would you please
help Ahmed Aalee?”
****
I, Tom Miller was on the run once more, back on the field. I
waited in the room placing a custom made bomb by the door
which composed basically of a microwave and a bit of
silverware that I had grabbed from the kitchen next to the
interrogation room; it was set to blow off its hinges as soon as
someone turned the knob. I heard voices on the other side of
the door and put a finger on the switch to which the plug was
attached, and at the same time grabbed the flash bang out of
the draws with my left hand. I took a deep breath and as soon
as I exhaled the door knob turned.
The microwave exploded and sent the door and other debris
flying against the men on the other side of the wall. I chucked
the flash bang at the already disoriented gunners and turned
away; its explosion was followed by confused screams. I
bolted out and yanked the trigger of my AK spraying bullets at
the five men who had accompanied Hie. I put two to three
bullets in the heads of the two who had gotten hit by the door
and a few more than ten into the chest of the third guy. I
stepped back inside, dropped the cartridge and loaded up
another one. I poked my sub-machine gun outside and rained
hell again and heard another guy drop. I knew that I had
barely any bullets left in the clip but there were enough
rounds in it to drop two men. I stepped out, brought the butt
of the SMG to my shoulder and pulled the trigger again but
thanks to my awesome luck, the dam gun jammed up.
Hie and a Russian soldier stood smiling at me; the soldier had
a traditional sawed-of shotgun and Hie an assassin’s 1911. Hie
took aim at me leisurely and said “Nice to meet you Tom
Miller, I wish you could stay a bit longer but you are a busy
man. Now where would you like this? Head? Chest? Balls?”
And as he said this, a laser dot slid from my forehead to
between my eyes and went down up to my crotch.
The gun ran out of ammo soon and before I reloaded, I formed
a different plan. I didn’t grab a cartridge from my back pack,
rather another flash grenade. As Hie came pointing his dam
gun at me, the flash rolled away towards the wall.
“Well, you tried I’ll give you that agent Miller, but this time I
won’t give you a choice of spot.” He smiled and the laser
pointer marked a red dot between my eyes; the asshole had
not noticed the flash. It exploded in a puff of smoke and my
eyes went numb and static filled my ears. I heard Hie’s
annoyed scream and a gunshot almost as if the sound had
come from a mile or two away. But even though I couldn’t see
or hear, I could tell that the bullet had barely missed my head.
I swung my gun upward and knew I had landed a hit right Hie
right between his legs. Through the blurred vision I saw Hie
grasp at his crotch so I quickly got up and sprinted away from
the sounds of armed soldiers crashing on the stone floor. I
shoved the AK into the backpack, which now had a few
chocolates, ammo, flashes, money and to my surprise, two
cans of beer.
I jumped off the pipes and saw two soldiers come around the
corner of the building. I was the last thing they saw. I lit a
match and threw it into the vents. This gave me two seconds
to jump off the cliff to avoid getting barbecued. I ran for it; the
cold wind was freezing my nerves and the altitude had already
made me light headed but as I ran, I still noticed my
surroundings. I was on top of a snow peaked mountain, in the
ranges of the Himalayas. Surrounded by misty clouds and
above me a night sky beautifully studded with a gazillion
stars. It was a pristine sight but the gore of the battle I had
left behind did not let me enjoy the view for long. I jumped as
an ear shattering explosion lit up the night; I felt its force
whack me through the dive. I was falling off mountain, the
wind rushing was across my face and the whole world was a
blur. As I fell, I had to dodge the rocks sticking out of the cliff’s
side and make sure I kept a firm hand on my bag. But in its
own unique way that was fun. I pulled the parachute a little
reluctantly and a little desperately, and it opened with a pop,
spinning me around to face the mountain that I had jumped
off.
Smoke was billowing from a huge fire on its top causing the
whole range of surrounding mountains to get covered by
dancing glow of orange. No man could possibly have survived
that explosion, at least that’s what I believed at the time.
0010 hours
I landed on the wet and mushy bank of the pond and quickly
released the parachute. After flattening it and ripping out the
ropes from it, I folded up the chute and buried it in the snow
so that the search parties that would be looking for survivors
from the destroyed building would get no clues of my path.
I had been lying down for a few hours now and noticed that
the sun was beginning to give sky an orange tint. My eyes
were stinging and my breath freezing in front of my face as I
sat up sheepishly. Initially I had not been able to fall asleep
but what kept me awake later on were the search parties of
the Indian Army investigating the destroyed bunker. I quickly
packed the parachute and chocolate wrappers into the bag
and kicked the ashes and stones which were around the tiny
ember I had made the last night down the mountain. I slowly
and carefully took a peek outside and traced a path around
the side of the mountain until I got a view of the bunker. There
were two helicopters next to it, a few jeeps at the base of the
mountain and men with guns everywhere.
“Agar jeena chahata hai tho gadi chala aur kuch bol math.” I
said to him. It basically meant shut up and drive, if you want
to live; But I should have known it wouldn’t work. The man
spun around in a second releasing himself from my grip and
punching me in the face. He reached for his gun but I kicked
his arm away making him drop his gun. I spun and tried to
knock him out of jeep with a reverse kick but he caught my
leg with his left arm. He smiled and grabbed me by the three
stripes on my shoulder and swung me into the air. He released
me in mid air and I almost flew on the tangentially backwards
and crashed into the trees. Almost. I saw his move before he
made it and grabbed his hand just as he released my leg. I
propelled myself into the jeep again and threw him onto the
snow laden ground .
I looked at the jeep I was in. It had four wheel drive with six
different gears and a full tank of fuel. I jammed my foot on the
throttle and the engine roared into power and the jeep sped
off down the stream.
I spun the wheel to the left and the jeep roared into the woods
dodging the bullets that bombarded the snow and trees
behind me. The cold wind was almost freezing my face and
making snow get caught in my hair. I drifted back into the
open leaving my tail to deal with the woods and sped through
the stream on to its other side; the cold water splashed onto
me and left me shivering. It seemed I had gotten a good fever
to deal with now.
I heard shots get fired and they shattered my rear view mirror
and put two three holes in the front glass. I gritted my teeth
and yanked the handbrake. I jeep skidded to a halt and I
pulled out the desert eagle. I took aim at the chaser’s tyres
and pulled the trigger thrice.
His thick and long black hair was whipping in the wind. His
face had zero chubbiness and his eyes were curled in fury. I
tried shooting his tyres too but the guy veered his vehicle and
made me miss. He drifted towards the woods until I ran out of
the clip and pulled out his berretta. I ducked behind the jeep’s
door and hear the bullets ricochet off the other side of it. I
reloaded and shoved my foot onto the throttle. My jeep
rushed forward and just dodged the soldier’s. I rushed back
onto the seat and twisted the steering, spinning back onto my
path and roaring down it.
I tried to shake him with every trick I knew about losing a tail
but the guy stuck to me like a pro. I gritted my teeth and tried
to keep the jeep on track but the fog was setting again and I
couldn’t see more than ten feet further. I negotiated many
hidden bumps and tree roots while dodging the bullets but
what really made my heart leap to my throat was when a cliff
drop jumped into view. I yanked the hand-break and stomped
on to breaks making my jeep skid to a halt but I turned and
saw the soldier speeding towards me. I grabbed the bag and
leaped out before the vehicles collided and mine went for a
few thousand feet drop. I landed and spun around to see the
soldier foot coming to my face. I blocked it and punched him
in the stomach. He retracted and that’s when I heard my jeep
explode from somewhere down the cliff.
I looked around and saw that the bag was a few feet away and
turned to look at my opponent he too was unarmed. This was
going to be a fucking fist fight again and this time I doubted
my luck a bit.
The stream had evolved right before my eyes and turned into
an agitated white water river. I left two live grenades with
their pins pulled in the jeep and jumped out of it. I ran to the
woods for cover as the jeep exploded and toppled into the
river. I turned to look at the cabin and it was quite lame. Just
a cubicle made of wood and a row boat next to it. There was
no chance it would take me far and that was the most
disappointing incident until now but I stuck to the plan. I shot
off the ropes which bound the boat to the bank, threw my bag
into it and started pushing it towards the river.
I had gone about two three steps when I heard, “Oye,
Charlie!”
He was bent into the jeep so I was sure I had gotten him. I was
going to crash into his jeep and push him down the cliff but he
leaped out at the last second holding a bag.
The bitch was still wearing his black uniform. And from the
colour of his skin he was probably an American or an
European. His long hair was brown in colour and quite messy.
Fucker didn’t seem to know about shaving either but he was a
soldier and that much, I knew. I tried to break but still had a
head on collision with the other jeep and pushed it off the cliff.
He was bleeding from his mouth and nose. I kicked him in the
shin and he went onto his knees. I broke his jaw with punches
to his face and he went limb.
“Stand up slowly and with your hands on you head Major. Oh!
And you mind handing me my bag?”
I was not going to stand for this. I bent but then without a
second thought spun my leg around like a lasso to trip him. I
hit his leg and he flew sideways so I lashed out my arm and
jammed a finger behind the trigger so he couldn’t pull it and
with the other hand twisted the gun out of his grip but the
smartass tripped the release ammo button and the gun’s clip
fell to the snow beneath. And yet again the bitch was holding
a gun at my head. This time, it was my berretta.
****
The general was wearing his shades as always and his white
hair and stubby beard were a brilliant contrast the black. His
age had no effect on his fitness and his lion like proud face
was what made me respect the man so much. His uniforms
had over ten medals pinned onto it but he always pinned
them on in a way that there is space for more.
“I swear upon my country sir, I will die but I will not let this
happen again.”
“Good work captain.” The general said and that was the end
of the conversation. I had not doubted the general at the time.
I had been a devoted soldier and had full faith in my
superiors... He got up as I
hooked the ropes and threw them out. On the count of three,
we rappelled down to the snow covered ground with ours
assault rifles drawn.
“Clear!” “Area Clear and secure!” I heard the troops call out
and so lowered the weapon. I looked around and saw the
cubicle boat house which the troops had declared clear. I went
towards it for a closer view and saw that it was empty inside.
The general was talking to the soldiers and dispatching them
in various directions so I sat down and pulled out a pack of
Davidoffs and an expensive lighter, which my father had given
me. I popped a cigarette into my mouth and lit it, taking a
deep calming breath.
****
The troops split in two groups. One group led by the general
went around the back and the other two soldiers followed me
to the front door. I thought I saw movement in the top floor
window and glanced. When I did, I the figure pulled the curtain
suddenly and disappeared behind it.
“Breach now!” I heard the general say through the radio and
kicked in the door. It is always good to breach a building from
two sides, it gives you more advantage than just the element
of surprise.
In a second I had turned the room inside out, but I had not
found the target. I kept hearing the soldiers scouting and
giving shouts of “Room clear” from all over the house so I
responded saying the same.
Back in the living room, I found the two soldiers that had
followed me lying unconscious on the floor, and was totally
confused. I turned and saw the general apologising to the old
man.
I felt like someone had slapped me across the face. This man
was a fucking hero and I had breached his house. I saluted
him with a stiff stance and apologised for my actions.
“No harm done lad. I will keep a look out for this man who is
on the run, the general has described him to me already.”
I clearly saw the blood rise to Mr. Mason’s face and so shut my
mouth and looked away from his eyes. “How many stripes did
the man have on his shoulders Major?” The captain asked me
in a serious tone. I thought back and put pressure on my mind
as I remembered the fist fight I had with the bastard when he
first stole my jeep. I had grabbed him by the shoulder when I
swung him out of the jeep. Two was it? No three.
“Three.”
“An S.A.S task force uniform has five stripes on the shoulder.
Not three. The captain has six. Study your recognition basics
again Major.”
I nodded wondering what I was into now but ready for it all the
same.
Chapter 4: So, Now What?
1440 hours
“Wake up! They are here the lady said and slapped me
awake. I sat up with a jerk and remembered what had
happened. Some guy had whacked me with the butt of his gun
and then dragged me back somewhere through the woods. I
remembered seeing an English type outhouse and a plush red
carpet in a double and disoriented vision but after the slap, I
was wide awake. I lady motioned towards the red curtain
covered windows and I crept over. Just moving the curtain
slightly I saw him, Major Rakshit Singh leading two soldiers to
the front door and another three soldiers went around the
back. I watched as they slowly made their way, their g3s
drawn at pointed at the door but suddenly, my good friend
Rakshit glanced up to where I was and I jerked back pulling
the curtain behind me. The woman was undressing as she
pointed at the wall and I rushed over to it.
“It had a false door, it’s too thick to tell and you can hide
behind it, pull it sideways with your palm and shut it
completely behind you. I did as I was told because even if I did
refuse to saying that I do not trust her, my chances of not
getting caught were very slim. I found that my bag and
uniform were in there too. That’s when I noticed that I was
wearing someone’s pink sweater and a black cargo pant. I
imagined being found looking like looking like a gay bastard
and sighed to myself.
Just then, I heard a man breach the door of the room and so I
held my breath. He questioned the fat lady outside and I
heard him pull out doors and cupboards with exaggerated
force. He even came and knocked to check at the wall behind
which I was hiding to make sure it was not a false wall. The
knocks were muffled due to the thickness of the wood and so
he went out shouting, “All clear, no sign of him.”
I did not hesitate one bit to tell him my story, I knew he would
be of great help. So I began...
“You know that media will cover everything right until the
entry into the room where the actual execution takes place.
The man who takes the blame gets a new identity and is
slipped back into a prison hospital for plastic surgery. A dead
body is worked on and made to look like the executed person.
It is taken out through the doors for shots from the media and
the case closes right there.”
“Handlers?”
“This, I need to start from the time that I served in the Marine
Corps. I was just a Corporal back then, under the command of
sergeant Gibbs. Cody Gibbs. We had been fighting next to
each other for about five years until we were air lifted out of
an ongoing op and transported to an unknown location. We
were thrown into an underground enemy base and put in
charge of taking control of it. We did and only then did we find
out that what we had blown up was the base of the opposing
army, it was like getting a hole through the head of every
soldier in the opposing army and we walked over that battle.
And we just went on from there.
This was when the hit list was drafted with the consent of the
chief of U.S military, chief of Russian military, chief of British
military and the political heads, the Queen and Prime minister
of Britain, Russia and even the president of U.S.
****
And so I did, I stood in the hot water for a long time letting the
water wash off the blood and from my face and the steam
took away the heaviness I felt in my head.
I had pulled on the only clothes that would fit me- a pair of
grey baggy tracks and a cotton full sleeve black shirt. Not
warm enough but the jackets were extremely tight and looked
like blouses. Whoever Mr. Mason’s son was, he was a frigging
dwarf.
“How?”
“You don’t know that you can trust me but even if I am not to
be trusted, you don’t have much of a choice.”
****
****
He gulped down the last bit of his third vodka bottle and
chucked it out of the car’s window as I threw my bag into the
back seat and stepped over the gearbox.
“The seat, it has a zip, pull it open and spread the guns you
have inside it.”
The soldiers checked the car through and through but lucky
for me, they didn’t see the zip. And soon, the car was moving
again.
“Got through that easily huh? You better stay in there from
now on buddy, we should expect surprises so I will tap you out
once we get close to the nearest town. Which is a day away.
Sleep tight.”
Washington DC
4:00pm
“Sorry?”