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This is a little gift for Midwinters Day. I will post
a chapter every night. I hope you enjoy it.
Lazlo Zalezac
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading
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JC: Oliver Brown
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003
Chapter 1
Oliver Brown made his way through the jungles of Columbia. The
lush green vegetation hid thousands of insects, snakes, and spiders.
He stopped after pushing his way through another mass of
branches to wait while another of the snakes moved out of his way.
Unable to see the whole snake, he couldn't tell if it was poisonous
or not, but with snakes down here you didn't take chances. He
would have killed it, but it was here for a purpose that the Goddess
had not explained to him. All creatures were on the earth for a
reason. He touched the medallion around his neck with reverence.
The snake finally made its way through the brush. As the last of
the snake disappeared, a flash of light caught his attention. He
stepped forward, careful not to touch what was reflecting the light.
Kneeling, he examined the wire stretched across what was
laughingly called a trail. One end was tied to a tree. Tracing the
wire to the other end, he saw that it was set to trigger an explosive.
He whispered to a butterfly, "Someone doesn't want me here. I
think that's a very good reason for me to be here."
He carefully stepped over the wire and made his way forward.
Keeping low and using the vegetation was a habit; his way of
staying out of sight. Each step was taken with deliberation. It was
the only way to avoid snapping branches, tripwires, and dangerous
creatures of the jungle. He had no idea what kind of other traps
were out here, but he knew there would be others. At a small break
in the jungle, he looked out over a small valley below. Nestled in it
was a building. It was surrounded by plants that grew in the kind of
order that suggested cultivation. It didn't take him a minute to
realize that they were cocoa plants. He had found his quarry, a
cocaine farm.
He retrieved his binoculars from his backpack and used them to
search the area. There were guards and patrols everywhere. So far,
his skill had kept him from being caught. A truck drove up to the
building, parked, and then unloaded a bunch of women. The
women were herded into the building. A number of other women
came out of the building, emerging naked and dressing only after
they took a shower. Oliver watched as they washed and dressed
themselves. Once all of the women had finished, they were taken
to the truck. He realized that he had seen the women that worked in
the extraction process. They worked naked so they couldn't steal
any of the finished product.
He was about to move when he heard two male voices originating
about fifty feet away. Lowering himself to the ground, he listened
as two men passed with ten feet of him. Busy talking with each
other about their families, they didn't notice his presence within the
branches of the plant. Oliver thanked the God for his help.
He had to decide what action to take next. He could return to
Bogota and let the embassy know what he found. That would be
the easiest thing to do, but with the degree of corruption in the
area, the entire operation at this site would probably be shutdown
before any measures could be taken. That it would be shutdown
wasn't bad, but the people involved would just move on to another
area and the drugs here would never be found. What does one do
when the people that carry out policy are corrupt and political
reality prevents elimination of that corruption? Service to the Gods
usually meant consulting, but in some cases it was necessary to
take a more direct approach.
He returned to the deep jungle to think about his options. He
traveled taking care not to step on any traps. The God had blessed
him with an innate warrior sense and the Goddess had given him
jungle sense. Between the two gifts, he was a formidable opponent
in jungle warfare. It still paid to be careful, as in all other matters
of life and death.
Oliver looked at his surroundings realizing that he was surrounded
by the most dangerous creatures in the world and that he could use
them to his benefit. The site itself included many weapons that
could be turned against it. He could use the explosive traps to
destroy buildings, trucks, and other assets. The first order of
business was to get armed. Towards that end, he started carving a
blowgun and darts. With a little luck, he would be ready by sunset
tomorrow.
As he worked, his mind drifted back to his sixteenth birthday. He
had been looking forward to that day with great anticipation.
Sixteen meant that he could get his drivers license and wouldn't
have to depend on his brother or sister for rides. Rising early that
morning, he readied himself for the trip to the department of public
safety to take his drivers test. Stepping into the living room, he
immediately sensed that something was wrong. His mother was on
the couch crying. His father looked furious and appeared to be
barely restraining himself from killing his brother. His brother was
saying over and over, "I didn't mean for it to happen."
He had asked, "What happened?"
What little control his father had over his temper evaporated. In
three steps, his father had crossed the room and picked up his
brother. Screaming in terror, his brother begged for mercy, terrified
that his father would beat him to death. Oliver stood there, unable
to decipher what was happening. Throwing Oliver's brother out of
the house, his father had screamed, "You're never coming back
here!"
He looked outside, seeing his brother on the lawn crying. He
asked, "What happened?"
Looking at him with tears in her eyes, his mother finally answered,
"Your brother killed your sister last night. He gave her some drugs
and she died."
He had collapsed on the floor, shocked that his beautiful sister was
dead. How could that be? Shaking and crying in grief, he realized
the true magnitude of his loss. The next few days had passed in a
haze. They had the funeral for his sister and then a week later, he
learned that his brother had died of an overdose. His parents
refused to go to the funeral, but allowed him to attend. Even to this
day, he didn't know who paid for the burial. His sister had a
beautiful coffin with a silk lining; his brother had a simple pine
box. His sister's funeral had been attended by her whole school. He
and two other people were the only ones at his brother's funeral.
While watching the pine box get lowered into the ground, Oliver
had declared war on drugs. He had fought them in school
becoming very unpopular with the counter-culture. When he
graduated, he had joined the police to fight them on the street.
Then one weekend, a hike in the middle of summer changed his
life forever. He had encountered the God. The God gave him better
tools to carry on his war. His zeal for going after drug dealers was
soon noticed by others and a real war followed. Life became filled
with drive-by shootings, attempted assassinations, and death
threats in the middle of the night. Shootouts with drug dealers were
a weekly activity. He had barely survived, but his efforts had
significantly impaired the ability of criminal organizations to move
drugs through his part of the state.
When the woman had broken the chain on his medallion, he had
gone to the woods again. This time, the Goddess had given him the
gift of jungle craft. Quitting his job, he moved to South America to
carry on his war there. Getting rid of the distributors had only
slowed down the flow of drugs. He knew he had to go after the
source. Since then, he had been tramping through the jungle, living
off the land, and closing down every operation he encountered. He
had encountered many of them. Those that he had called in help to
eliminate had been moved before help had showed. There was too
much corruption.
He finished his blowgun and looked up at the sky. It would be
getting dark soon and time for him to hunt the frogs in the trees
where they lived. He would boil them to extract the poison from
their skin. The result would be a deadly brew that could stop a man
in his tracks. The natives had used them against the Spanish
Conquistadors to great effect. What had worked in the past, would
work again.
He climbed a tree and waited for dark. The frogs would emerge
from the crevices in which they hid during the day. He cut off a
pair of sticks and trimmed them to use like chopsticks. The sticks
would allow him to catch the frogs since touching their skin with
his bare fingers could kill him. He got out a small leather bag in
which to put the frogs once he caught them and then waited
patiently knowing the Goddess would provide.
In the morning, he climbed out of the tree and stretched to restore
his cramped muscles. Fishing out a small can of Vienna Sausages
out of his backpack, he looked at it unwilling to open it. It was his
emergency ration in case he was harmed and couldn't hunt for
food. Necessity demanded the can, so he opened it and ate a simple
breakfast. When he was finished with the sausages, he drank the
juice they were packed in. His motto in the field was not to waste
anything that had nutritional value.
Oliver went to the stream and rinsed out the can. Filling it with
water and taking it back by the tree, he scrounged the surroundings
for wood to use in a fire. It wasn't long before he had a nice little
fire going. He set the can on the fire, piling branches around it to
burn and heat it evenly. Once the water was boiling, he opened the
leather bag and used the chopsticks to drop a frog into the water.
He waited a minute before dropping another one into the boiling
water. Setting aside the chopsticks, he up-ended the sack and
shook it until the third and last frog fell out.
He stood back and watched the water boil for another five minutes
before pulling the can off the fire for it to cool down. A very thin
oily patch floated on the surface of the water. Dipping each dart
into the oil, he placed each one in the pouch that he had used to
hold the frogs. The ends of the darts stuck out the top of the pouch,
the little patches of fibers on the ends served dual purposes. They
marked the safe end of the dart and they allowed the darts to be
fired from the blowgun.
Once he was finished, he carefully emptied the can beside the fire
where it would dry without giving off stream. He set the small can
on the fire to allow it to burn the inside clean. Dealing with such
strong poisons was not something to be done lightly.
He climbed a tree and hung his hammock well above the ground.
Carefully he lowered himself into the hammock and let the wind
rock him to sleep. The day was beginning to get hot and he would
sleep through the heat of the day. Tonight, he would engage in the
next battle in his personal war on drugs.
He woke when the afternoon rain started. Swearing softly at
having overslept, he slowly worked his way out of the hammock
and then took it down. He packed his gear and got ready to break
camp. After pissing on the place where he had built a fire, he threw
some dead leaves over the spot. The can was buried in a small
crevice at the base of the tree. Only the most experienced person in
jungle survival would have been able to detect that a man had
passed this way. None would realize that he had camped here.
He walked away, catching various insects and popping them into
his mouth as snacks to hold him over until he found something
better to eat. This was his normal way of traveling, eating whatever
he found that was edible as he moved. It didn't matter if it was
beetle, grub, worm, or fruit; if it was edible, he ate it.
He eased his way back towards the spot he had come across the
day before. Pausing on the way, he spread dirt on the exposed parts
of his body and affixed leaves to his clothes to break up his outline.
The closer he got to his target, the more invisible he became. His
step became softer as he became one with the jungle.
He glided up to the wire without leaving a trace of his passing and
without making a sound. The God and Goddess guided his step.
Taking apart the trap, he put the explosives in his backpack before
going on to search for others. He took his time, happy that he
wasn't on any schedule but his own. Dismantling the traps as he
encountered them, he finally ended up with nine of the explosive
devices.
During one of his frequent pauses in which he stopped and listened
to the environment around him, he heard two men were coming
down a path. They were moving and making the kind of noise that
indicated that they belonged. They weren't afraid of being spotted
or heard. He readied the blowgun and waited for them. They
passed within five feet of him, too busy talking to notice him.
When they passed, he fired a blow dart into the one on the right.
The man collapsed almost immediately. His buddy stopped and
laughed at him thinking he had tripped and fallen. Oliver readied
another dart., firing at the second man when he bent down to check
out the first. In seconds they were both on the ground.
Oliver waited where he was for a moment, listening to the sounds
of the jungle around him. He moved over to the bodies and
stripped them of their weapons, taking them with him. Easing
towards the road, he set up half of the explosive devices along the
road. A truck moving down the road would set them off and
explode.
He moved through the field, taking great care to avoid the few
traps they had within it. These guys didn't trust anyone, even the
people that worked for them. He slowly made his way to the
building. The smell of chemicals hung heavily in the air. The
building was too small for processing all of the plants in the field.
Oliver realized that it must be an entry point for an underground
facility and rigged a trap at the door of the building.
There was a truck parked near the building that he rigged to blow
as soon as it moved. He had only a couple more explosives and
wondered what to do with them. He decided that he would not use
them yet since there was a chance that he would be required to set
more traps before the night was over.
Stashing his pack amongst the cocoa plants, he waited nearby. Two
men showed up near the building having finished their security
watch. He took careful aim and fired several rounds at them. They
both collapsed without getting off a shot. He changed his position,
taking the time to move fifty yards away. He was in position
before anyone was close enough to fire. Gunfire emerged from
several places around the property as other guards converged on
the site he had been.
He waited until the guards were close together and opened fire.
This time, they returned fire immediately. He hugged the ground
hoping not to get hit. At a lull in the action, he returned fire, taking
down more of the men. After a few exchanges, all of those that
were charging towards him had been shot. The door of the shed
swung open as more men started to charge out. It exploded and
created a huge fireball that shot high into the sky. The building had
been full of ether.
The ground heaved with the force of an earthquake. Oliver
watched in amazement as fireballs emerged from various places
around him; the charge had set off explosions throughout the
underground structure. He moved again wanting to get away from
the building to where he could watch the road that led to it.
Three trucks carrying armed men came rumbling down the road.
The first one in the caravan hit one of his traps and exploded.
There were two more trucks behind that one. One stopped and the
other drove on around it. He prepared himself to fire on the one
that stopped. The truck that had passed the first exploded when it
hit the next trip wire. Oliver opened fire on the stopped truck. Men
scrambled out and approached his position. After several
exchanges of fire, he had wiped out the handful of men that had
actually got off the truck.
He waited in the silence that followed, watching the flames
lighting the dark at several points around the field. The flames
continued to spread, appearing further and further away. He was
shocked when a huge explosion sounded further up the valley. A
fire ball rose from almost a half mile away. Even at this distance,
he could see burning people running away from the flames. The
fire lit up the field and it was time to move. He returned to fetch
backpack and then moved away from that place until he found a
dark spot where he had good cover.
Oliver used the cover to hide while he checked his weapons,
discovering that he was almost out of ammunition. Carefully
approaching the truck that had stopped, he encountered the dead
men on the ground and paused to pick up their weapons and
ammunition. Keeping to the shadows, he moved up the valley
following the fires. He moved slowly, pausing frequently, to keep
from being seen or surprised. The sounds of men shouting
instructions to each other floated on the wind.
He listened and used the knowledge of what they were doing to
move to locations where he could ambush them. When a group of
four or five men came into the open, he fired upon them. After
assuring himself that he had stopped them, he moved on to another
location. It was a true guerilla war and Oliver wasn't going to allow
himself to loose. Well before dawn, he moved to higher terrain and
climbed a tree where he could watch what happened below with
little chance of being seen.
When the sun rose, he examined his surroundings. There were
several cleared sites at this end of the valley. At one site, a very
large house stood amidst a large area of cleared land. It was
surround by men and was a bee hive of activity as other men came
and went. He watched the action through his binoculars, realizing
he had stumbled on the headquarters of a major producer, perhaps
the largest in this part of the world. He looked over the site and
wondered how he could attack it. Counting people and stopping
when he reached fifty, he realized that he was facing an army.
He looked at where he had been last night. There was no activity at
this time, but he watched to see what would happen. A truck came
rumbling down the road from the main house carrying a dozen
armed men. They carefully drove around the first and second
exploded trucks, stopping before hitting his other trip wire. He
swore as they dismantled his trap.
He watched as they reached the place where the small building had
stood. The only thing left was the truck. A couple of men got out
and entered the truck. A few seconds later there was another
explosion. The men fired in every direction, blindly reacting out of
their fears of an ambush.
Oliver moved down from his tree and returned to the first exploded
truck. He reached in his backpack and set up another trip wire on
the part of the road they had just covered. They wouldn't expect
traps to appear behind them. Slipping back into the jungle, he
moved towards the large house further up the valley. It was time to
bring the war to the warlord in the big house.
He stopped twice more and set up trip wires to stop any trucks
from moving up the road. They wouldn't expect it along the
heavily traveled portion of the road. He had one charge left and
chose to save it. An explosion sounded as the truck back at the first
site hit the tripwire he had set up. Moving into the jungle, he
stopped in a spot that provided good cover. He took a moment to
assess his camouflage, finding that it had become battered over the
course of the night. He tied fresh leaves and branches to his
clothes. Taking a little soil in his hand, he spat onto the soil turning
it to mud. With deft movements, he applied it to his face and
hands. Taking three deep breaths, he became one with the jungle.
As he approached the house, the hairs on the back of his neck
started rising. Oliver stopped to listen. While he couldn't hear
anything, he could sense danger in the area. He turned to face the
direction from which he sensed the danger and lay on the ground
Slowly rising in a push up, he moved a limb forward, and then
lowered himself. His progress was slow, but anyone would have to
know exactly where he was in order to spot him. He had gone
about thirty yards in an hour when he heard someone shift their
position in a tree ahead of him. A man with a rifle and scope
searched the area, but Oliver spotted him first.
Oliver slowly readied his gun and then fired. The man in the tree
had no idea what hit him. Oliver stayed still, waiting for any sign
of reaction from anyone that might be in the area. When there
wasn't any, he moved over to where the man had fallen out of the
tree. A rifle lay on the ground beside the body. It had an excellent
scope that suggested this was a weapon of great accuracy.
He took a faster approach to the large house, checking for traps as
he went. He encountered a few traps and dismantled them taking
the explosives with him. Reaching the edge of the jungle, he
looked over the house through the scope of the rifle. A young man
of about twenty was in front giving orders to the other men
gathered around him. Oliver took aim and fired. The young man
went down in a heap, dead before he hit the ground.
The other men charged his position, but Oliver had already
blended back into the jungle before they ever came close. He set
up trip wires behind him and then headed off to the side towards
the road. He stopped when he heard a tripwire trap explode. There
was no telling how many men had been there when it exploded.
For the rest of the day, he slowly whittled down their numbers. He
ate bugs and plants as he encountered them. He paced himself so
that he never got hungry or over tired.
He had nearly reached the road when he heard a car moving down
it. He watched from his position as the car hit one of his tripwires.
The car went through undamaged, but ran off the road and into a
tree. The driver got out of the car with his gun ready, but Oliver
only watched him. The man moved around looking for a threat
while Oliver readied his automatic.
It took some time, but the passengers finally got out of the car. One
of them was clearly the head of the operation here. He wore an
expensive suit, gold jewelry, and moved with authority. The man
looked like an older version of the youth he had shot giving orders.
Staying in the bullet proof car until they were sure the coast was
clear was the smart thing to do. Their leaving the car had been the
event for which he was waiting. When they had traveled about ten
yards from the car, he opened fire on the group.
For the rest of the day, he moved through the forest choosing the
time and place for confronting the men. When night finally fell, he
was exhausted. He moved into the deep jungle and climbed a tree.
Spreading his hammock, he slept through the night.
In the morning, he undid his hammock and climbed down from the
tree. He moved slowly back to the house. Everything was quiet. No
one moved. All of the trucks were gone. He watched the area until
sunset and then moved up to the house under the cover of dark.
The house was empty, much of it had been looted.
Methodically, Oliver searched the house and found several hiding
places filled with cash. A false panel opened into a tunnel.
Assuming the worst, he moved carefully through the tunnel until
he came across an underground storehouse. The sheer magnitude
of it was mind-boggling. There were four rows of metal shelving
units, with pairs of units placed back to back and fifty units along
the length of the row. Each unit had five shelves. Each shelf looked
like it had twenty-five kilos of cocaine in one kilo packages. Stored
on rows of shelves were at least sixty tons of drugs in one kilo
bags. He smiled to himself as he realized that was going to put a
significant dent in the drug supply back in the states. It was almost
ten percent of the total drug production for the entire country.
He returned to the house proper and continued to search it. Finding
a satellite telephone, he picked it up and dialed the American
Embassy. When they answered, he said, "This is Oliver Brown.
May I speak to someone in charge?"
The voice at the other end of the line didn't recognize his name.
She asked, "May I ask what is the nature of your call?"
He laughed at the ridiculous nature of the claim he was about to
make. He said, "I just found about sixty tons of cocaine. I could
use some help disposing of it."
The call was immediately transferred to Fred Healy, an individual
that he knew was a DEA agent. Fred answered the phone simply
asking, "Is that you Oliver?"
"Yes it is, Fred. I have about sixty tons of cocaine here. You guys
want to get credit for another raid?"
Not believing the amount, Fred snorted at the implied insult and
asked, "Where are you?"
Oliver checked his GPS and gave him the co-ordinates. He asked,
"So when can I expect you?"
Fred asked, "Is it hot?"
"Nope. All of the bad guys are dead or gone," replied Oliver.
Fred answered, "Okay, we'll be there in about an hour. Expect a
helicopter full of marines."
"Well, I'll be in the house. I'm taking a shower and getting a bite to
eat."
The fact that Oliver was going to shower was very much
appreciated. He had experienced Oliver after one of these raids
before he had showered and the smell of that occasion was
sufficient to give him a head ache. He replied, "See you in an
hour."
Oliver hung up the phone and wandered towards the master
bedroom. Stripping, he went into the bathroom where he looked at
himself in the mirror. Still he had no beard and his hair was short.
Ever since his time with the Goddess, he had never needed to
shave or get a haircut. The rest of his body had emerged
unchanged. He glanced down at his cock, even flaccid it was large.
That was the only body change that came from his experience with
the God.
Turning on the shower, he got under the spray and thoroughly
soaped himself. The water ran a dingy gray as it made its way to
the drain. He inspected his body and pulled a leach off his leg.
Opening the shower door, he threw it in the toilet. There was
another on his back that he had a hard time getting off due to the
awkward location. He threw it in the toilet to join the other one
there. Further inspection revealed no additional blood suckers
affixed to his body. Feeling clean after his first hot shower in three
months, he got out the shower.
The towels were very soft and very large. He dried himself
thoroughly and then returned to the bedroom. He searched through
the closets for some clothes that would fit instead of the rags he
had been wearing for a month. Not finding anything his size, he
went to the next room and found a suit, probably the son's, that fit.
He put it on realizing that it probably cost the original owner
several thousand dollars. The fact that his tough callused bare feet
undermined the entire look didn't bother him.
He returned to the main portion of the house to retrieve his nearly
empty backpack. Taking a quick inventory of his possessions and
getting rid of the explosives he had left, he said to himself, "I think
this needs to be refilled."
He went to one of the stashes with money and loaded up his
backpack with bundles of hundred dollar bills. It only seemed fair
to him that the money be used to cover his expenses. Once that was
done, he closed it up and set it aside.
The rumbling in his stomach reminded him to eat. He went into the
kitchen and rummaged for some food, finding fresh steaks in the
refrigerator. Steak in hand, he looked for and found a pan. In a few
minutes, he had the steak cooking in fresh butter. The smell was
outstanding and caused his stomach to rumble. Scrounging some
vegetables out of the refrigerator, he started boiling them. The
prospect of having a real meal for a change filled him with simple
joy.
The food finished cooking in short time. Searching through the
cabinets, he found a plate and filled it up with hot food. He had just
sat down when he heard the sound of a helicopter. Digging into his
food, he waited for Fred to find him here in the kitchen. That's
where Fred always found him.
Fred entered the kitchen ten minutes later as Oliver finished his
steak. With a gesture for the man to sit, Oliver sat back and stared
at the DEA agent. He fit the image of a government man; six feet
tall, 190 pounds, polished shoes, and cheap suit. Fred didn't bother
to greet him, just sat in the chair on the other side of the table as he
said, "Looks like about a hundred bodies scattered around here."
Oliver nodded as he shoveled some boiled carrots in his mouth.
After chewing and swallowing, he said, "That sounds about right.
There's a suit on the road a ways down. He was in charge here."
Fred called out and as a marine came into the kitchen passed along
the message of where the body was located. The marine was about
to leave when Oliver said, "Hey, you might want to be very careful
out there. There are lots of trip wires strung out there. Some in
places where you can expect traffic."
When the marine left the kitchen, Fred turned back to Oliver to
ask, "So where are all the drugs?"
Oliver belched and pushed his plate away. "Come with me."
Fred followed him to the secret passage. When they reached the
storage room, he whistled in amazement. He started to count
packages, but stopped after he realized that was going to take all
day. He swore, "Damn, I thought you were kidding. I've never seen
so much at once."
Oliver said, "You should have seen the bang when the factory went
up."
He followed Fred out of the house, watching as the man talked to
one of the marines. The marine ran off towards the helicopter. Fred
returned to Oliver and said, "You really got a big one this time."
A marine came over to Fred and said, "They found the bodies. One
of them was Edwardo Mendez."
Fred said, "You got the big guy himself. There's a million dollar
reward for him."
The reward was the last thing that Oliver wanted. He said, "Give
the money to a charity. Mendez has already paid me."
"Why did I know you were going to say that?"
"Because that's what I always say. I let the bad guys pay me for
getting rid of them. I want the money from the good guys to go to a
good cause. I serve the Gods and Goddesses, that is reward
enough."
Fred didn't know what to make of Oliver and his talk of Gods and
Goddesses. He asked, "So what now?"
Oliver answered, "I'll be on the first helicopter that heads back to
civilization. I plan to have a little fun with my favorite girl."
"How long were you out this time?"
"Six months. It wasn't that bad. Took care of a few places, none of
them were like this one."
The marine was listening to the conversation when a beetle landed
on Oliver's suit. Oliver reached down and grabbed it. With deft
movements, he tore the legs, wings, and head off it. He popped the
body in his mouth, chewed a couple of times, and swallowed. The
marine blanched at the sight. Oliver noticed and said, "It's an
acquired taste. After about a thousand of them, you actually get to
the point where you can swallow them without wanting to throw
up."
Fred turned to the marine and said, "Don't mind him. He went
native years ago."
Laughing at the expression on the soldier's face, Fred asked, "How
many cans of Vienna Sausage did you take in with you?"
"Four."
"How many have you got left?"
"Two."
Surprised, Fred asked, "You actually ate two of them."
"I traded one for a canoe trip up the river. I ate the other because I
needed the can."
Fred turned to the marine and said, "This guy goes into the jungle
and grazes as he travels. He turns into a creature of the jungle. He
doesn't even wear shoes."
Another marine came out of the house carrying his clothes. The
marine, with a look of disgust, said, "Some one else has been here.
They left these rags behind."
"Those are mine. You can burn them. I got a nice new suit today
and won't wear them again."
The marine shook his head as he said, "There were two leeches in
the toilet. I flushed them."
"I guess I'm a little more tired than usual. I pulled them off me
when I took my shower. I guess I forgot to flush. You tend to get
out of those habits when your bathroom is usually a tree."
The two soldiers looked at each other as Oliver asked, "So, when's
the chopper leaving?"
One of the soldiers answered, "Three more are on the way. Once
they get here, the first chopper will head back for more men."
Staring off into the distance, Oliver said, "Well, the birds are riled
up on the horizon. Something must have disturbed them and I'll bet
it's the helicopters. If so, then they'll be here in about ten minutes."
Oliver went into the house and picked up his backpack. Carrying
the backpack in an easy grip, he joined the three men standing
there. He removed a leather pouch from the backpack and handed
it to one of the marines as he said, "You'll need to destroy that. The
darts inside are tipped with poison from the poison dart frog. Very
dangerous. You get any of it on your skin and you'll be dead before
you can walk two yards."
The soldier held the leather sack like it was a viper. He looked at
Oliver and asked, "How do I get rid of it?"
"I would throw it into an incinerator. I wouldn't do it over an open
fire, though. I've got no idea what would happen if you breathed in
the vapor. I doubt it would be good for you." As more helicopters
appeared over the property, Oliver headed towards the one that
was on the ground.
Several hours later he was walking along the streets of Bogota,
whistling to himself as he approached the nicest hotel in town. His
way was suddenly blocked by a couple holding hands. The woman
stepped up to him and grasped his medallion. Pulling it from his
shirt, she stood there looking at it closely. The chain broke when
she handed it to the man. The man looked at the medallion and
said, "Very well done, Oliver. You took out a very important drug
producer. I am really impressed."
Oliver stared in shock at the chain with the pair of medallions
fused into one. It couldn't be removed except by one of the Gods or
Goddesses. He looked up at the pair and noticed that the couple
wasn't holding hands; they were joined at the hands. Taking a deep
breath, he said, "I have done what I could to serve."
The woman said, "We'll see you in the same place on
Midsummer's day."
"I will be there."
The man flipped the medallion in the air. Oliver caught it as the
man said, "You might want to bring this with you."
Oliver stared at the medallion for a minute. When he looked up,
the couple was gone.
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