"Dear Angelina, yesterday the boys passed their first day of training with flying colors. It was lovely to march through the desert at night; Reminds me of the nights we spent together before I was called away. Did you ever hear about my Arabic and Russian language classes? Today, Shaw and the boys are gonna give combat training. I already read the schedule and chuckled at it. And we got a new boy, a drifter, Kenshiro. He's helping against Gorbachev as much as I. Make sure to feed the dog. Your husband, John." Price wrote his letter while the Massa was getting ready for training.
Kenshiro was reading some of Shaw's letters to himself. Much of them were for his mother who was home in Boston. "How much letters did you write to your mother anyway, Shaw?" Kenshiro asked the colonel.
Shaw got his shirt on, "About 15 letters that should go out."
"Well you may call me Ken for short, as I forgot to mention last night." The Hokuto Shinken user clenched a fist.
Robert prepared to walk out the door with Forbes, "About to get breakfast and to identify that soldier I saw two days ago."
After having breakfast, Shaw went to Maraj, "Say, could you find a way to identify that American I saw?"
"Let's use the Identigram." The young fighter chuckled.
They went to a computer with a set up printer. "After this, I gotta train."
Maraj opened a page with a blank face to set up the identity. "Let's start with the hair." Shaw ordered. The fighter selected the hair color for brown. It was light brown. "A little darker like meat." The colonel advised. He made the hair dark brown. "Now the hair looks flat." Maraj set the hair design the exact one Mason had.
"Eyes?" Robert ordered. Maraj found an eye color on the eyes, it was pink. "He had brown eyes." The eyes were now brown.
"Okay, nose?" The Massa requested. Maraj made the nose long like Pinocchio, "A nose, not a banana." The fighter gulped then made the nose normal.
"Nearly there. Now the mouth?" Shaw requested. The Afghan made the mouth to the kind Mason had, "Did he have a beard when you sighted him?" Maraj asked. Shaw nodded, then added a brown beard.
"That's our man." Maraj smiled. "I'll get a match." He selected the print option.
The printer slowly printed out the picture of Alex Mason's face. The profile quickly came up on the computer.
Forbes heard a phone ring and answered it, "Yes, Robert?"
"Cabot, the man we sighted two days earlier was one Alex Mason. An Eskimo from Fairbanks, Alaska. Son of WWII marine, Dot Mason, brother of Marion, and 2 others, father of one David Mason and has a wife. Killed Grizzlies and elk with his father at young age. Won the Wimbledon Cup marksmanship, served in marines, before joining SAD/SOG. Fought for a short time in Korea, then worked for CIA. Botched up Operation Zapata, got captured by Soviet general Nikita Dragovich. Got out of Vorkuta thanks to former Soviet Sgt. Viktor Reznov, Was given a programmed order to kill Friedrich Steiner, Lev Kravchenko and Dragovich. Went to Vietnam, lost the war under the command of Frank Woods. Killed Dragovich while under the Gulf of Mexico. Targeted for Operation Charybdis in '78. Went to Angola to rescue Woods. Now currently working for CIA." Shaw read the profile.
55 minutes later, Maraj and the Mujahideen were training in unarmed combat. He was using Chou Jiao. He watched another Mujahideen use Tang Soo Do.
Mulcahy and Price supervised the training, "Good show, ladies. There are some chances where a fist may not be enough to kill the average man." Mulcahy instructed.
The Englishman showed some Muay Thai, using mainly his elbows. "When in Thai boxing, watch the arms and the legs."
A female fighter did some Muay Thai moves to impress the fighters, "Malta, you got some balls." A fighter grinned.
Malta chuckled, "Even as I fight, when do we get to the real fighting?"
An Afghan fought against Nallim with karate. The man did five blows, but on the sixth, the old man grabbed the fist, and did a heel drop knocking him down.
Just then, someone knocked on the village gate. The guard asked, "Who is it?"
"Is this the village commanded by the American Robert Gould Shaw?" A man with a Russian accent asked from outside.
"Yeah, what do you want?" The guard was confused.
"I wish to see him." The Russian proudly requested.
"Okay, let him in." The guard told the gate operator.
The gate opened slowly and it revealed a Russian with a beard. He wore a freedom fighter uniform like all Mujahideen would. "Thank you, boy, now where's this Colonel Shaw of Marine Corps?"
"Training with the men."
The Russian came up on Shaw practicing a Pulwar Sword. He was using it in a Chinese sword fighting manner because he took some classes on sword skills, including the Dao and Samurai sword. "Colonel!"
The Massa stopped himself and sheathed his sword. "What's this, a Russian defection?"
"Yes. My name is Piotr Reznov. Perhaps you heard of my father, Viktor?" The old Russian rubbed his hands.
"The son of THE legendary Viktor Reznov?" Shaw was surprised.
"Da. My father was never married, but he slept with a hooker during his time in Vorkuta. He sent her on her way and treated Mason like a second father. But when I read the newspapers sometime in October, 1963, nothing was the same for me again." Piotr lowered his head.
-flashback-
Reznov watched with a smile as Mason jumped on the train that would take him to freedom. Worried, Mason turned to his Russian friend and yelled, "Your turn! Come on! Step eight, Reznov – Freedom!"
Viktor Reznov simply kept his smile and said "For you Mason... Not for me..." and kept driving.
It was not long before a Russian cyclist shot out the tires of the truck. It flipped over then slid to a stop. Reznov climbed out and saw several Russians running for him with AK-47s. The Russian grabbed an AK of his own and started firing while he yelled, "Come on, minions of Dragovich! Come and get some!" He shot 5 of them. "You don't have the balls to rid the world of socialism, you motherfucker!" Viktor yelled while gunning down 4 more.
When they saw Reznov was out of ammo, two Russians shot the traitor in the knee. They pointed guns at the wounded former Red Army soldier and surrounded him. However, Reznov had one last surprise, he pulled out two grenades and pulled the pins with his thumbs. He then taunted, "Let's all go to hell together, you sons of bitches!" The soldiers got terrified while Reznov thought "Mason, I believe in you.. Kill Steiner, Kravchenko and Dragovich. They must die."
There was soon a loud explosion. Several Russians were killed. Nikita Dragovich saw Reznov's skull land near his feet. Dragovich smirked and crushed the skull with his boot. "Scum with no loyalty to the country, do not deserve to live."
-end flashback-
Piotr continued his story,"I joined the Soviet Armed Forces, but was amazed at how Mason fought. He reminded me of father, a long time ago. I did not kill him. I gave him and Hudson the location of the Rusalka under a false identity. I sent it to him via email."
Forbes rested his hands on his waist, "When did you last sight this Alex Mason?"
"I sighted him in a desert. He was strung up, dying of heat with Frank Woods, Jaosn Hudson and one Tian Zhao. I sent them to a hospital while Mason was thinking me to be father." The Russian bowed.
"And Woods knew better?" Shaw asked.
"Yes. I knew better like him." The Russian defector smiled.
Kenshiro walked up to Piotr thinking him to be KGB, "Are you Soviet Armed Forces?"
"Defecting from Russia." The old man chuckled.
While Price was giving spear lessons, he heard a woman call out, "Hey, hey! Where's Col. Robert Gould Shaw?"
The British sarge saw the woman wearing journalist clothes and had red hair. "You, madam, what in bloody hell are you doing in this war torn country anyway?"
"Is that a way to treat a lady? My name is Ariel, from the New York Financial Times." The woman introduced.
Notes: Ariel is from Disney's The Little Mermaid and she belongs to Disney, mates.
Ariel bowed, "I've been sent by army to be war correspondent. See what the Mujahideen does in action."
"Some people have gotta learn the hard way." Mulcahy berated two fighters for going out of a circle. He punched one.
"One moment of weakness and you fall to your opponent." The Irishman warned.
Shaw came up to the redhead, "Morning, madam. Reporter?"
"Yeah, my name's Ariel." The woman shook hands with the colonel.
Forbes looked around and told the red haired female, "Listen, Ms. Ariel, some of the boys around here might not like your photography."
An hour later, the fighters were in firearms training. Amu fired his AK-74 at a beer barrel. "Wow, bullseye, Amu!" Maraj admired.
"Say, fire those shots again." Sanaki suggested. "Okay." The soldier aimed and Jamal yelled "Fire!" Amu fired 15 shots at the barrel, releasing more beer to leak out.
The fighters cheered but Maj. Forbes broke it up, "Attention, COMPANY!"
The Mujahideen fighters stood at attention while Shaw came up to the fighter with the AK. "I saw you were good with the RPG two days ago. Ever killed a man with a bullet gun?"
"Not yet." the mustached Afghan shook his head.
"Now reload your magazine." Shaw ordered. Amu slowly released his used up magazine while the Massa told him "Faster." He quickly searched his magazines he was given for the one to use while he heard "Faster." As Amu brought his selected magazine to his gun, he again heard "Faster!" The panicking Amu finally loaded his magazine in.
"Un-safety the gun." Shaw told the demolition soldier. He complied and fired at the air.
"A good man can fire all his rounds from an assault rifle in a minute." The marine told the fighters. "Sir, we understand, sir!" The Mujahideen acknowledged.
Ariel got photos of the fighters shooting their weapons at pictures of Russian politicians. When she got to the photo of Nikita Khrushchev however, Mulcahy berated "For god's sake, do you know who you photographed?"
"I can photo who I want. I just got Khrushchev's face getting shot at." The reporter giggled nervously.
"Jesus, have pity." The Irish sergeant said to the soldiers who did not hear then told her "Just for that, get on your face and give me 25!"
Jamal chuckled as the woman got on her frontal and began to do push ups like a woman. "Seems Mr. Mulcahy does not like when reporters photograph certain things."
"You secure that shit, Jamal!" Mulcahy ordered.
"Sir, I understand, sir!" Jamal shouted.
Then we explosives training came, Shaw gave instructions, "Ladies and gentlemen, you all know how explosives work. First, we'll start with demo charges." He took out C4 that hasn't been armed yet, "This is a C4 bomb. You set it on a target you wanna demolish," the colonel armed the C4 then went to a troop truck taken from the Soviets, "you plant," then planted it on the truck, "make sure your clear," then ran to a safe distance, "then detonate!" Shaw detonated the C4, blowing up the truck.
"Now, we moves to mines." Cabot instructed as he took out a PFM-1. "This is a mine, which is considered THE most deadly animal and man trap." He walked to a part of the yard and digged a good spot, placed the mine in, armed it, "You set mine where you think someone will come at you, arm it," then ran to a safe distance and took out an empty coke can, "wait for someone to walk onto it and then..." he threw the can to the mined spot and it blew up. "Now THAT's an animal trap!" Ariel giggled.
"Thank you, Ariel for the comment." The major gave a thumbs up.
Price came out with an RPG rocket launcher, "Now we come to the hard part. Rocket launchers. This is your friendly neighborhood RPG-7." He aimed the RPG at a dummy Soviet general, "You aim this at something or someone you don't like," then armed it, "arm it like your average gun," put his finger on the trigger, "then FIRE!" Price fired the rocket at the dummy, blowing it to pieces.
"That's gotta hurt." Maraj smiled.
"You bet your arse it does hurt." John nodded.
Kabul Prison camp
Chuikov had just defeated a big prisoner using Judo, breaking the prisoners arms. "Good show, Col. Chuikov!" A Russian officer cheered.
Seeing that the young colonel was walking away, Raul called the prisoner, "Pendejo." then aimed a Makarov pistol and shot him in the head.
Before going to bed, Chuikov began writing a letter "Dear wife, Ljuba, it's been a busy day for Menendez's prisoner vs. Soviets fight program. I am however torn that I won't be seeing your child, come into the world, cradled in your arms. As I still have a job to do, and a war to win. Masoud may call us murderers, but we are called heroes. And just recently, our forces have been having a new nightmare; A demon with devilish martial arts. We don't know his name, unless we could find a way to identify him. But my biggest concern is Robert Gould Shaw from Massachusetts. Take this well and feed my cat every now and then. Your handsome husband, Mikhail."
Back in the Khost village...
At night after dinner, Ariel came to watch Price preparing supplies with some Afghans, "Gets those "groceries" on those shelves, this isn't a garden!" The Englishman yelled.
"Sorry if I was-" Ariel was interrupted by John who told her "It's alright, ma'am. 'cause soon, we can fight for another 2 years!"
The journalist saw two soldiers carrying one apple box. "Nice box you guys are carrying," she smiled then said to a man putting a box of bread on a shelf, "carry on working." She photographed.
After watching some Mujahideens bring in some vegetables, "You put your foot on end," Ariel readied her camera as one of them did so, "just like that." She photoed. "Good shot, now let's see it with you feeding each other the-"she was cut off by someone throwing an oiled towel in her face.
Kenshiro came in and demanded, "Who did that?" There was no answer for who threw the towel at Ariel's face, "WHO DID THAT?!" The martial artist called out.
The journalist walked off to find a shower. "You're lucky you get soup." Kenshiro pointed to a nervous fighter seeing his dirtied fingers.
A few minutes later, Ariel was showering. She soaped herself and even washed her face. The redhead did not hear the curtain opening and saw blue hands gripping her breasts, "Hey... I didn't ask for extra company here."
Elizabeth peeked from behind and smiled, "I heard someone threw a towel in your face. Can I give you an even better clean up?"
The young journalist girl turned and giggled, "Sure, why not?"
The blue lizard pressed her head on the human girl's breasts. She licked it and admired, "My, my. For a news reporter, you got sexy boobies." Elizabeth giggled and Lez and Sanaki came in, naked like the dark blue lizard was with Ariel. "Can we join in?" Lezziar invited. "Why not? Certainly." Elizabeth accepted. The lizards began groping the journalist. Sanaki crouched and started fingering the girl's entrance, while Lezziar pressed her beautiful self on the journalist's back. "Isn't that better than using your average cleaning supplies?" The light blue reptile flirted. "Oh, more than anything." Ariel moaned. Elizabeth switched breasts and circled Ariel's midriff. "You gotta be somewhat amazing doing this kind of shower." The redhead smiled.
Forbes came in worried, "Is everything," then quickly covered his eyes "all right?"
"Uh... nothing, Forbes." Elizabeth excused.
"Shit." The blonde major walked off calmly. Then the girls resumed their shower time.
After their shower was done, the ladies decided to sleep naked. Lez and Elizabeth offered to Ariel "Care to be an extra sleep partner?"
A few minutes later, Shaw was writing another letter. "Dear mother, we have just identified another American whom I have not met face to face. Apparently, he is fighting the Soviets too. Then during combat training, a defector from Russia, Piotr Reznov defected to the Afghans fighting for freedom. Any Soviet who wants out of Communism would want to defect to another country. I have also got a reporter, name of Ariel. She must like our company that we are building. Your beloved son, Robert."