Hearing a loud propeller was not the best alarm clock, really. That black hawk needs to come here later than usual. It's ruining my sleep considering I only slept for two hours maximum. If only I could just suggest to nuke the entire facility in Brazil. Fucking Brazil.
Mr. Smith, the butler didn't have to put some effort to wake me up since my sleep was already disturbed by the loud roar. I know the military has the biggest budget but can they atleast turned off the engine like what the fuck? I checked the time and also what the fuck. It's past eight.
"Mr. Smith, if you'd be so kind, would you mind asking the pilot to shut the engine?"
"They said they are in tight schedule, sir." He countered.
"Well, I'm not."
I forced myself to the bathroom. I can't leave the house untidy. That's disgusting. My mood instantly changed when I can no longer hear the tormenting sound of the chopper. Black fucking hawk. I called for a staff to carry my things but the two stiff uniform men carried them quickly. What's with the rush?
I went to the back porch again with Mr. Smith beside me. Concern is all over his face. I patted his back for assurance. I already made sure I will make it back alive.
"Don't worry, Mr. Smith. Good people die early. You know I'm not one of them." I chirped.
"Certainly, sir." The damn old man agreed.
"When I get back we'll talk about your retirement." I said coldly.
"What do we say to the God of death, sir?" He asked in amusement.
"Seriously? Not fucking today." I answered.
"The profanity was not really necessary." Here we go.
The two G.I joes approached me because we're good to go. I waved at the house staff and walked lazily to the black fucking hawk. I glared at the pilot. He ruined my sleep. We wore our headphones.
"Super 61 has prince Caspian. Ready for transport, over and out." I heard the pilot talked.
Prince Caspian. Really? I rolled my eyes at them. They all ignored me like they were trained to do that. They clearly have a better posture than my ancestors.
In a matter of minutes, I can clearly see the group of ships. We are going to land on an aircraft carrier. Nice. This is not my first time coming here but the size and capabilities of this ship clearly rocks.
"Super 61, you are clear to land." I heard over the radio.
We didn't get too much attention because there's been an on going military excercises happening on the ship. I don't know about it but there are soldiers running around. Shouting, dragging some ropes and some obnoxious upper class men ordering cadets.
I was greeted at the deck by the captain of the ship. What a privilege. Some men carried my belongings for me.
"How was your flight, Mr. Alderige? I'm very sorry about the schedule but we need to be on nearest nautical miles to Brazil by the next day." The captain explained.
"It was good. No worries, captain. We all want this to be over with."
We went inside the ship and rode to the elevator. I don't know what it's called. It can literally carry a whole damn plane. We immediately went to the bridge for briefing.
"We have orders to let you decide for your own military escorts, sir. We'll have them on the assembly area."
After the very formal breifing, atleast that's what I call it. I was told that someone will guide me to my cabin if we are finished with business. The captain ofcourse guided me to the assembly area where only few people can fit in.
There were ten people inside properly seated but not entirely stiff but still very poise. I scan around to see what fits my requirements.
"These are our best men in the field, Mr. Alderige." The captain filled in. I nodded in satisfaction.
"I only need four people, captain."
"I'm sorry, sir? Four?" Surprisingly, everyone seems to be shocked.
"Yes. More than that will attract a slightest suspicion."
The captain nodded. Again, I spread my visions to the entire room. I don't need very masculine colleagues. That's so obvious. I pointed a young but justifiable man from the left corner. He is wearing an eyeglasses. Everyone snorted but the captain hushed it before it grows. He motioned the young man to step forward.
I pointed a guy who is in his mid thirties. He doesn't look like he belongs in the army if you dress him differently. I picked another two and we're clear. The first one who is the youngest clearly never been to the real world. He looks utterly nervous. Which is good.
"If may I suggest, sir. We have more experienced men in the battlefield that we can recommend." The captain pleaded.
"How many of you did not experience firsthand combat?" I asked the four of them. Only the young man raised his hand. Nice.
"Then we're settled. Follow me. Captain, if you may?"
The captain brought us to the logistics. Maps and places were plastered around. There are personnel from Ivy League schools around and analyst.
"This young man will pretend to be my assistant." I pointed the eyeglass nervous boy.
"The three of you will be my colleagues from Oxford. You guys wanted to have a vacation and I so happen to have a trip to Brazil, I offered." I told them.
"No guns. Bring what's necessary. Communications, trackers, whatever they are. Just no guns. I have a contact in the country to provide them."
They all nodded in agreement. They have no choice. This is my mission. We're leaving in two days. I already made an arrangements on our arrival.
"I'm guessing you already know your main purpose there, Mr. Alderige?"
"Sure do, captain."
After the acquaintance party with my freshmen students, a cadet led me to my cabin in this ship. Not that I'm complaining but it's too small for my liking. The captain asked me if I'm comfortable with it and I surely lied that I am. No VIP this time. Can't make that impression.
The next day is the most tiring day. I need to normalize their behavior like a normal tourist visiting Brazil not the stiff and mean looking military homo. My assigned assistant does not need any training at all, raise an eyebrow at him and he will piss himself. Why is he even in the army? The three soldier boys seems a bit nervous but guess what, they don't have a choice. Me neither.
"I'm Just wondering, sir. Why did you pick us? I mean it's not like we're complaining but there seems to be more skilled than us." The ripped nerd looking guy asked who happens to be my assistant for the next twenty days.
"Well, I don't have much of a choice, no offense, by the way. I can't bring The Rock and Vin Diesel to this mission. They'll surely get too much of attention by the time we step out of the plane."
"Good point to that." The captain agreed.
The logistics laid down their plans. I surely need them with this. Their skills and connections are quite impressive but not enough to ensure our lives there.
"Your company under the command of Don Juan, expanded to Rio de Janeiro, Mr. Alderige." They what? That son of a bitch.
"At exactly 22:00 tomorrow, you will be flying to Mexico. You guys will start from there. Our outpost will receive you, provide necessities and lead your way." That's where I have to disagree.
"I'm sorry, I have to reject all of your plans. I made the necessary arrangements before I got here."
"Then will you care to enlighten us, Mr. Alderige?" Captain Nottingham blurted out. I caught the subtle sarcasm on that.
"As I've said, I'm going there as the President of the company assessing the damage that happened. I'm bringing my assistant with me and a few good fellas from my alma mater Oxford because they want to visit the country. Me and my assistant will be the first to arrive to avoid suspicions. Then these imports will come the next day as tourists from Miami. I already called my chopper to fetch us here. You will send these three to Miami while me and my assistant will proceed to Mexico where the epicenter of the problem occurred."
There's a long pause between us. I know I'm good at planning, they have to give it to me. The captain stared at me for a split seconds and nodded slowly.
"We have orders directly from the president that you will plan this yourself. Have you been this accurate in planning?" I don't know if he is opening an umbrella but I seem to notice the shade.
"Well, it's a family trait."
"I bet." The woman from the logistics chirped in. I winked at her. Such class.
"Don't worry everyone. I made sure we will get out of that place without a single scratch."
For the past days that I've been riding a chopper, the wind and the annoying sound from the propeller are still the best weapon to make me snap. Although I own the chopper I'm still not used to its loud roar. The worst part is there are five more black fucking hawk roaring in line. My acting assistant was shocked when I snatched my bag from him. The pilot saluted at me the moment he had a glimpse of me. I signaled my assistant to get in."Mr. Alderige, sir. The rest of the team will see you in Brazil. Private James will be your temporary security." The captain pointed the young man beside me. Like he can protect me. From the looks of it, I'll be babysitting this guy.I smiled and nodded at the captain before we took off. The chopper immediately dash towards the vast ocean. The pilot had his orders to turn on our tracker when we reach the Mexican territory. We had to
Sao Paulo, Brazil, 09:00Passengers started going out of the terminal. Three familiar men who literally look like tourists walked out like it's their first time arriving to the country. Maybe it is their first time. I faked a wide smile and cheerfully approached them. I suppressed a laugh seeing them all wearing Hawaiian shirts. Seriously? How original."Welcome to Brazil, Amigos!" They were completely weird out by my warm welcome. Who wouldn't be? We don't even know each other that much."Your friends, señor?" Jose clarified beside me."Si. Take their luggage, por favor?"With the help of two personnel, Jose took all of their luggage and put them in the car. I waved at them
Sao Paulo, BrazilEl Puerta Resort"United States has not yet signed the bilateral agreement formed by the Mexican government to solve the conflict between the two. The president said that they are still evaluating the agreement offered to them.""It was this morning that there's been a drug sample seized by the authorities with a logo of a famous company own by a prestigious family. The company has yet to give any statements regarding the involvement of their company in this drug trade. The company allegedly own a research site in Mexico specializing chemical modernizations but the company denied the allegations."My father just hanged up on me and he managed to silence few of the news agencies in the US. We can't afford a spot in our cleanest cloth. The company is still hitting rock bottom and
Sao Paulo, Brazil16:00The problem with me is that I'd rather be the one late than be the one waiting. Waiting is another form of suffering. My second batch of juice arrived while the waiter gave me a weird look. I've been sitting here in the west wing where the swimming pool is located forever. This is a better place to discuss something compared to the indoor restaurant full of snakes of Don Juan. I can tell from their eagle eyes. Don Juan failed to hire quality men. They're making their surveillance very obvious. Imbecile!I shot a disappointed and faked smile to the four tourists who are walking confidently towards me. They have the guts to walk like they didn't let me wait for almost an hour. I'm making sure I'll give them a quality remarks when I talk to the general. They even waved and saluted at me.<
Sao Paulo, BrazilEl Puerta Resort07:00It must be a military habit to wake up early and knocked loudly to your door ignoring the possibility that you are still sleeping. I groaned loudly as I walked towards the door. What's the point of having your own room when they can disturb you anytime they want. Another loud knock hit my door while I'm still removing the locks on it.I was raised back to the mortal world the moment Yao Ming bumped into me as he stride inside. What is wrong with these people?!"I didn't say come in." I said sarcastically.Derrick made himself comfortable to my couch, Diego looked unfazed on my swivel chair, Yao Ming leaned near the bathroom and Marco sat on the bed. They look serious. Okay. Something's up. I
"Even though the US government still has an unsettled dispute towards Mexico, another incident happened to another location. There was an unconfirmed shootouts involving the US military forces at Brazil. Although the US government instantly denied the alleged incident, weapons only issued to the US arm forces were found from the site. The Brazilian government condemned this forceful "annihilation" to their citizen. Two gunmen was believed to have been shot by those alleged US forces for their drug operations. The US forces involved in the shootout was regretably not apprehended by the Brazilian forces. The president of the United States will address the nation tonight regarding this successive incidents involving the US military."USS JOHN F. KENNEDY10, 000 Nautical miles from the coast of Rio de Janeiro
Sao Paulo, BrazilParadiso de Suarez13:00Betrayal is the highest form of sin in the military. Seeing Alejandro went to the same place Vincent gone sparked a very overwhelming curiosity. Why Don Juan's right hand and most trusted person boldly show up in enemy territory? To top it all, why is he meeting Dr. Vincent Alderige?Out of impulse, Marco followed Alejandro's tracks but there were security posted at the door leading to the garden, saying that the place was acquired by a VIP and personally instructed not to be disturbed. Marco retreat back to the reception area. He shot a lusty smile to the gorgeous receptionist."Hi, I'm Anna, how can I help you?" The woman chirped to him with a thick Brazilian accent."My friend just went to th
There was a sudden change of atmosphere in the three vehicles running back to the resort. Jose is clearly terrified to the possible danger they may face. They may be safe within the walls of Roberto Suarez but after leaving the gate, it's a different story. This is where territories meet and each drug cartels fought to have a strong hold.Contrary to what everyone's feeling, Vincent has been calm the entire time they left. Rod who anxiously glanced every intersections, buildings and vehicles they have past by clenched his jaw when he saw the groggy face of Vincent. What else could go wrong?Without the knowledge of everyone else, Vincent has also made a deal to the famous middle man controlling the battle arena for all drug cartels in the city. There's a certain rule here to each territory they can claim and Vincent made a deal with Sandro Cortez controlling a few st