Disclaimer: I don't own the Boondocks, its property of Aaron McGruder.
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil: November 29th, 2016 20:00 hours.
3 years, that was enough for him, he'd killed, stole, and even tortured, all in the name of the U.S. Government. He knew that there were no weapons in that house. Only drugs, cash, and people forced to work for nothing but small change and a quick fix. But he had killed everyone inside, and let the base burn to the ground. Why?
Just orders…
"Colonel, I can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Of course son, what's on your mind?" the man asked
"I was wondering if I could have some time off, I need some rest."
Silence was the most apparent thing in the room for a good 3 minutes.
"Ok…" The colonel started. "…you did a fine job on that last mission, but I know how things can get a bit…stressful on the battlefield. I think you earned, no. Deserve some R&R."
"Thank you, Colonel Jackson." He said standing up from his chair. He headed for the door.
"Oh, I'll arrange it for you now, just tell me how long you'll be gone." The colonel stated as he picked up his phone.
"Five weeks, sir"
"Huh, for a month and change this sounds like some pretty heavy business, Lieutenant. So where you headed?"
"Woodcrest, Illinois." He calmly stated before opening the door.
"Your transport will be ready tomorrow morning; I'll have someone take you to the airport at 0600 hours."
"Thank you, sir.' He said as he walked out the door.
The colonel sat in his chair, speaking on his phone to the staff members at the bases' office building. "Corporal Beck, I need you to organize a flight for Lt. Freeman."
"Yes sir, what's the destination?" a woman's voice spoke from the other side of the phone.
"Woodcrest, Illinois; before 10 tomorrow morning."
"Ok, the information's entered. I'll send someone to deliver Lt. Freeman's flight arrangements tonight."
"Thank you corporal, you have a good night." He said as he hung up his phone.
The young lieutenant walked over to the mess hall, thinking he'd grab some food before heading back to the barracks. He thought about how things would go once he got back, he'd head back to the house and see Riley, and then go talk to everyone.
"Hey Huey, congrats on your promotion!" spoke an Asian soldier from a table by the entrance.
"Thanks, Hiro." He got his food and sat at a seat across from him.
"I got word from the CO earlier; we've got time off for a while on and off base. Some of the guys and I are going over to grab some drinks at a local bar not to far from here, you in?"
"Sorry, I gotta pack up tonight."
"Pack, what for?" Hiro asked
"I'm going for some R&R, my flight leaves for Woodcrest tomorrow."
"Hmm, well take care of yourself man. I got to jet; I need to meet the guys at the barracks." Hiro said as he stood up from the table and grabbed his tray.
"Alright, see you." Huey replied.
He finished his meal and walked back to his barracks. He hopped into the shower and then went to bed, knowing that tomorrow would be a long day.
Alright, that's chapter one of this story, hopefully this'll go for a while.