Bonjour people! I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooo sorry for not updating in like, forever, but I was super busy. Between school, basketball, crew, the school play, and writing a 6-page research paper on the evolution of silverware, I have been a bit busy. But, I will make up for it by updating all of my stories with a nice long chapter for each of them. So, let's get on with the show! Zia will do the disclaimer for old times sake.

Zia: magicalunicorn000 does not own the Kane Chronicles.

Me: Classic.

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It was almost daylight, seven o'clock in the morning to be precise. As I tried to think of a better way to stop Agent Rashid from bleeding to death, the door to her cabin opened. On instinct, I grabbed the closest object that could do some damage to a persons head, which happened to be a dictionary at the time, and raised it above my head to hit whoever just walked around the corner. Thank god I stopped myself.

"At ease solider." It was Sergeant James Brown, third in command at the camp besides Officer Jones and Agent Rashid. He continued, "Why are you here, boy?" He obviously had not noticed Agent Rashid yet, and probably was thinking I was a bit strange… among other things. I looked in Agent Rashid's direction. His eyes widened. "Oh my God, Zia!" he shouted. "I'll go get the doctor, you stay here and see if you can stop the blood flow.

I saluted him. "Yes sir!" But I wasn't really paying attention; something he had said caught my attention. Zia? Was that Agent Rashid's real name? A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, I suppose. Zia. It had a nice, exotic, ring to it. Not that I would probably ever be able to call her that, but still. It was a pretty name.

I knelt beside the bed on which Zia- excuse me- Agent Rashid lie and I checked on the shirt. It seemed as though it was working, but someone would definitely have to clean the wound, and fast. I hoped Sergeant Brown and the doctor would hurry. As if in answer, in walked, or should I say ran, the Sergeant and the doctor. The doctor immediately got down to work and I watched, in half interest, half disgust, as he removed my shirt from around Agent Rashid, picked the bullet out of the wound with tweezers, cleaned the wound with anesthetic, and stitched it up.

The doctor sighed and stood up. "She should be up and about in less than an hour. This shirt may have saved her life." He handed it to me.

"Thank you." I took back my bloody shirt. I looked down at Agent Rashid again. Saved her life. I couldn't help but smile.

Sergeant Brown looked at me. "Alright solider, you can return to your cabin, I can watch Rashid. "

"Oh umm, OK." I said a bit disappointedly. He raised his eyebrow at me. "Oh, umm, I mean, yes Sir!" I corrected myself and walked out the door and headed towards my cabin. Jake was waiting for me.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked, eyeing my bloody shirt.

"Oh, it's not my blood." I replied.

"Then whose is it?"

"Agent Rashid's" I reply a bit dazedly.

"What! Is she OK? What happened?" Jake asked.

"Some idiot that attacked the camp last night shot her. Agent Rashid also said something about them taking Josh, whoever that is. I tied my shirt around the wound, and… it got a little messy." I told him, although he wasn't the only one listening. The entire cabin had their eyes and ears on me.

"Josh?" Jake asked. "Who is he?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe another recruit or something." I guessed.

"No." Menisci spoke up. "It wasn't another recruit. It was Officer Jones. That's his first name." He said. A silence fell over the entire cabin.

"They've got Jones?" Jake asked incredulously. "Dude, we are in deep trouble. Without Jones…" He trailed off. We all knew what would happen without Jones.

Then, in an attempt distract us all, a recruit that goes by the name of Barnes spoke up. "So, where was the wound?" We all smiled and laughed. I pointed to where exactly the wound was.

They all smiled and said, "Yeah buddy!" I smiled back. It was a pretty good glory moment.

Suddenly, there was the familiar sound of gunshots. This time, we all decided to check it out. What we saw was absolutely horrifying. Outside was a man over seven feet tall with broad shoulder muscles and a chest that would have made even a strong man at the circus tremble with fear. In his one hand was a giant machete, in the other was Sergeant Brown, unconscious. The man's skin was a blood red pigment. His head was bald, and from the scars on his face, I could tell he had been in a lot of brawls. In front of the red man, lying face flat on the ground, was another man I recognized oh too well, Officer Jones. I didn't see any major wounds on him, just a few cuts and bruises.

The man apparently hadn't noticed us yet, or failed to care about it. He began dragging Sergeant Brown back to a large silver old fashioned car I hadn't noticed before; when out of nowhere, a bullet hit him square in the shoulder. He writhed in agony and turned to face the culprit, none other that Agent Rashid. She stood; feet shoulder width apart, amber eyes glaring at the red man, pointing a small handgun directly at him. She was still in her red shorts and black tank top, her gorgeous black hair flowing in the light breeze.

The man, for some unknown reason, decided to ignore her, and threw Sergeant Brown in the car and hopped in the shotgun seat himself. He barked at his driver in Italian to step on it, (I took Italian for 4 years) and the driver stepped on the gas, heading in the opposite direction of Agent Rashid, who was taking aim. The red man took out what looked like a silver cigarette lighter and pressed a button. The cabin next to Agent Rashid exploded into a million shards of wood and caught fire. She didn't budge. Instead, she took careful aim, and shot a bullet directly through the back of the driver's head. The car spun out of control.

The red man threw the driver out, hopped in the drivers seat, and turned the car around so that it was he heading straight at Agent Rashid. She still did not move. Again, she took careful aim and shot him. He had to swerve the car so as not to get shot. But then he swerved again so that he was again hurtling towards agent Rashid at an alarming speed. I knew she wasn't going to move. I had to do something.

I felt adrenaline pulsing throughout my entire body as I ran top speed towards Agent Rashid. Our cabin was directly across from where she stood, so I had a good angle. The second before the car hit her; I tackled her to the ground.

She yelled at me, exasperated. "I had him!"

I helped her off the ground and then began running after the car. "Sorry!" I yelled back. I called on the powers of Horus and he helped me run faster than I ever had before. I caught up with the car. I jumped and found myself lying on the roof, hanging on for dear life.

The car skidded to a top and the red man exited, Sergeant Brown over his good shoulder. He apparently did not notice the giant thud I made when I landed on the roof. I stood up and tackled him to the ground. He let Sergeant Brown go flying, and rolled over to face me. I grabbed him by the collar. He choked, as entire body began to turn itself inside out until he appeared a regular, yet ugly looking, man in his forties.

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled in his face.

"The first of many." He replied in a raspy voice. "Hail Mussolini the SECOND! Hail Roma!" He said, and then his entire body turned to ash.

I was in utter shock. Mussolini? Wasn't that the fascist dictator in World War II? I don't remember there being a second at the end of his name. This must be a different guy… with the same ideals. And hail Roma? Hail Rome, Italy. Mussolini's city. I had to report this.

I grabbed Sergeant Brown and carried him over my shoulder back to camp. What would this guy have wanted with him? And why did he return Officer Jones and get Sergeant Brown. There were a lot of questions, with what would probably be some pretty confusing answers.

Duh duh duh! So again, I am sorry for the long wait, but it is Christmas break now, so I should be able to squeeze in hopefully another chapter before break is over. Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. If you are please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Merry Christmas everyone! Love Peace, and pigeon feet! –magicalunicorn000.