Colonel Rick Flag Novels & Stories

It went back in much more easily than it had come out, and in a second, she was finished and on solid ground, standing next to the snoring guard. Eli had told her not to try to take the flag with her because if she was found out, it could be used as evidence against her. Seph had planned to toss it over the back side of the roofline, but an opportunity presented itself now, assuming this soldier continued to sleep as heavily as he was now while she put her plan into action. Withdrawing the flag, Seph folded it several times, making it as small as possible. The way he was standing, his jerkin was bunched up in the back, right beneath his neck. Carefully, she slid the flag inside the collar. H

“Listen here, flyboy! All of you are always trying to hog all the damn glory. Well screw that! If I wanna die fighting, then I’m for damned sure gonna do that! Write me up for insubordination or contempt if you want, but I’m not going any damn where!” The other RR officers mumbled in agreement. “Dammit, you sons of bitches!” yelled the captain. “Since everyone’s so damn keen on dying, then I’m not gonna stop you! Everyone - protect your pillboxes with your lives! Watch each other’s backs, don’t stray from formation. If your pillbox is compromised, fall back to the next nearest pillbox and regroup. Understood?!” “Hooah!” ~ The colonel led her column of 800 Hussars with grim determination. Aft

Therefore, the number of troops required was for a far ranging strategy on the general's part. Rick and Old Wilson were also on board the vessel, to give whatever support that they could. Old Wilson was not able to actually fight, but Rick was a high level martial artist practitioner. His skills would come in handy when and if the fighting got heavy. Even though he had just recovered from a major surgery, his body was back to fighting strength.

the next morning and went to the gym to run and exercise for about thirty minutes. We had already prepared and were waiting in the yard by 5 a.m. All of you ladies are driving one of the executive saints to the royal cemetery. I instructed the bold birds to quickly hang the Indo Continent flag on all the executive saint's cars. Later, we changed the flags of the Far North Continent and the Middle Zone Continent. Little Ben arrived, accompanied by King Young Junior. Commander Saint Executive Car was joined by His Majesty and his wife. King Young Junior also joined Little Ben, and because Rose's parents were nearby, she took one key and they joined her.

This operation was just as important and personal to her as it was to me. Chief grunted in agreement. He was like a dad to all of us, although he was only 10 years older, my senior. Chief Derrick Flemming, was a decorated Marine. He had more tours under his belt and mission successes than any of his seniors. He kept his dark brown hair short in a military cut, gray speckled on his sideburns, and on his neatly trimmed beard. Sleeves of tattoos covered mass amounts of burn scars on his arms. Only those close with him understood where those scars came from and why this unit was created. All of us on the team had some sort of connection to Ricci Enterprises. All of us wanted to destroy it and it

she whispered and I just looked at her. “He’s an asshole,” I said to her. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said and stood up as the bell rang. I already knew that I’d never be friends with Rick. He was self-centered, cocky and he really believed his status as future Alpha gave him an edge over everyone else. I wanted to shove my fist down his throat and make him whimper with the strength of my aura.