Ninjas, Mercenaries, and a Solitary Soldier

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Chapter 7: The Runaway Chick

"Finally, I get to eat some real food. Well, food that isn't raw anyway," I said. After the firefight, I was able to search and rob the dead bodies of the terrorists more thoroughly. I managed to snatch more ammo for the AK, grenades, and some good old rations, but the most important thing that I found was a map. The map was similar to mine, except that it had a big "X" slapped in one of the parts of the western forest. I'm betting that it's probably their base, most likely just a forward base. The main enemy base, my final target of destination, was still far from my current position. But before thinking about the last part of the mission, I'd better take care of the early parts first. So my current destination is the "X" spot on the map.

After robbing the corpses, I continued my journey. It was uneventful, besides calling HQ and telling them about the progress of my mission, and the day went by really fast, as well as the night. As the sun started rising slowly, I decided to take a break and have a nice meal. I sat behind a tree, my back resting on its trunk, and took out a ration. Well, rations suck compared to fast-food or home cooking, but still better than hunting and eating native animals. "Hmmm. Salisbury steak," I said, while opening the package. I could hear the sound of a waterfall from a distance, but that was it. Other than that, it was quiet. I could probably enjoy my food for once.

I was about to use my fork to eat the food, when I heard splashes of water. I knew that there was a waterfall nearby, but the sound that I heard was definitely different from the sound made by the waterfall. Curiosity overrode my hunger, so I moved closer to the location of the waterfall. When it was visible, but still quite a distance away, I took out my binoculars to survey the area. I focused on top of the waterfall, which, after seeing nothing, moved to the bottom. There, I was surprised by what I saw.

"Wha? What is this?" I said. I lowered the binocs and blinked several times. I could swear that I saw a chick taking a bath under the waterfall.

"Oh God, the lack of sleep is starting to get to me. There are no hot chicks in forests!" I said.

I looked again at that spot, and there she was, naked, and without a care in the world.

"OMG! WTF! There's a HAWT, HAWT CHICK in here!" I thought. Damn message boards and chat rooms for making me think in elite talk sometimes. "Ah, now I remember what I forgot to bring. Some dirty mags! Well, the view here will make up for that."

I watched her closely while eating my meal. I couldn't tell what her height was because the water was covering half her body. I can't even tell if she's standing or sitting down. She had long orange-red hair, and she had a very, very cute face. "Definitely Japanese," I said, while munching on my food. I think her eyes are brown, but the water is obscuring my view on that. She also had, um, a nice, big pair of hooters. "WHOOOT! WHOOOOT!" I screamed inside my dirty head.

Right now, she had her back turned to me and was washing her hair. I was pretty much multi-tasking right now, with my eyes focused on her, with my left hand holding on to the binocs, and with my right hand holding the fork so I can continue eating. To be not so honest, I wouldn't know what my right hand would be doing if it wasn't busy.

I was thinking of very unprofessional thoughts right now. I thought about jumping into the water, saying hi to her, and then we kiss and make out. "Well, life is not a porn movie," I thought. "These things never happen in real life."

I kept watching and munching, and I saw some things that I didn't notice earlier: One, she had scars all over her body. Some were old, some were fresh. "How did she get those? Are there too many horny guys wanting a piece of her?" I thought.

Two, she was very skinny. She didn't look like a healthy young girl to me. "She's probably just trying to survive in these forests, just like me."

And three, she had a sad look on her face. Ever since I started watching her, she never once smiled. She's probably down on her luck or something.

"Wait a minute, could she be that runaway chick that those guys were talking about?" I thought. Well, she didn't look like a ninja to me. A Playboy model, probably. A ninja, no.

It took me a few minutes, but I was able to move the binoculars away from her to look at her surroundings. After all, she must have some clothes or stuff with her, unless she liked going through forests naked. In record time, I found some of her stuff not far away from her. The first thing that I saw were her clothes. It was color blue, and it looked like some sort of robe or kimono. Well, it's not the same clothing as the ninjas, who were clad in black. Next thing were her panties. I didn't want to focus on those too much, but I was somewhat disturbed, or excited, I don't know, when I didn't see any bras. Finally, there was a short sword right next to her clothes. It was shorter than a katana that the ninjas were carrying earlier. It's probably a Tanto or a Wakizashi or an oversized combat knife. In short, I don't fucking know. I know a lot about firearms, but not melee weapons. Still, I wasn't sure if she's a ninja or not.  

I thought the short sword was the last possession that she had, but I was wrong. Looking at the tree next to her items, I saw a very familiar, yet hard to see object.

"Hey! It's my backpack!" I thought. Yep, it's my pack, alright. It's been MIA since my insertion. It's definitely mine because of the Woodland Camo pattern on the pack. It didn't matter how she got that, what mattered now was in retrieving my stuff. I was seriously thinking of leaving her alone, but this changed everything.

I stowed my binocs and finished my meal. After disposing the package containing my food, I took out my Beretta and slowly worked my way towards her stuff. Hopefully, I don't have to use my weapon against her. "It's just a snatch and grab. No big deal. Just do it," I thought.

When I almost reached her stuff, she was now in the middle of the stream, much closer to her things, her back facing me. She was now splashing her face with water.  I was hoping that she would stay just under the waterfall, but it was OK since she wasn't facing her stuff. I was about to reach for my pack, when she suddenly stopped washing her face. "Nani (What)?" She said in a surprised, sweet voice. She then turned around, quite surprised to see a heavily-armed young man wearing camo, a.k.a., me. I froze. My left hand was reaching for my pack; my right hand held on to my silenced handgun; and my eyes were all over her.

Surprisingly, I started thinking about jumping into the water, saying hi to her, kissing her and making out with her. "Life is not a porn movie," I thought yet again. "It just sucks."

End of Chapter 7