Tsuyoshi in Iraq - Unholy Zero (Chapter III)
Everything seemed still in the quiet evening to which the wind was blowing across the dusty and sandy deserts. The moon high above the invisible horizon brightly glowed and welcomed the lively stars that mirthfully followed. Out of the valleys, a cargo plane rose up, and several more carriers came showering towards behind it. Everything on the ground seemed to shake. The lament winds blew heavier and heavier, chalking at the cactuses and rabbit-dug holes.
"30 seconds! Standby!" said the captain in the plane as it roared in the black cloudy sky. All the equipped and armed men were not truly prepared to enter the war zone. Tsuyoshi stood behind Akito who was standing behind two other men who were nearing towards the door.
"Tsuyoshi," said Akito. "I need you to jump at the spot of where I do. Okay? And don't flare your parachute until you see the ground. It's dangerous!"
"Akito, this whole thing doesn't look good to me."
"82nd Airborne! Go, go, go!" All the American soldiers started flying out of the doors and dropping into the shadows of the hell below.
"Alright! All Japanese forces, take your positions!" the captain yelled. Everyone started moving up to the exit doors, to which they were opened out towards the thunderous gleaming skies. Tsuyoshi's and Akito's hair started waving out of their helmets. Sparks and bangs clashed the clouds in the heated air. Tracers of bullets started flying all over the atmosphere. Green, orange, and red colors burned on the tracers. It appeared like a thousand firework shows going on at once.
"41st Japanese Division Jumpers! Go, go, go!" Akito started out the door, and before Tsuyoshi could even notice, Akito was out already.
"Akito? Akito! Where are you? I can't see you!" screamed Tsuyoshi.
"Move out, soldier!" said the captain.
Tsuyoshi tightly closed his eyes and jumped out the CH-47. It was like as if his heart has had a heart attack for a millisecond. Tsuyoshi opened his eyes and soon found himself in the middle of smoke and flashes of light. He could smell the oily and stainless steel gunpowder lingering in the air. Tsuyoshi felt like he was floating in a real nightmare. Breezes of air and screeching bullet noises started buzzing his ears and face. His helmet was almost flying above his head.
"Akito! Akito?" Tsuyoshi cried, and there was no answer but gunfire spitting coughs at him. In a moment's notice, Tsuyoshi spotted a patch of land on the ground. He grabbed his shoulder straps with his hand and plunged his parachute downwards. Using his right hand, he tugged on the release and descended himself vertically. A large wide canopy bursted over his body ultimately slowing him to a floating halt.
"Ouch!" he said. Tsuyoshi hand landed on a baby cactus that was on moist sand. Luckily for him only two cacti thorns had pierced his thighs. Overhead in the skies, bangs and flashes of light could still be heard from almost a mile away. He started reaching towards the lower parachute straps that were attached to his legs. Finally, he broke away from the drop- equipment, lied down on his back, and started reaching and scrambling his backpack for tweezers.
All Akito think of was Sana, how he missed her, and how would he make up to her if he dies by bloodshed. He stood up and took his rifle out the bag. Gradually, he cocked its charging handle, tapped forward-assist structure, and starting positioning the gun onto his shoulders. He felt quite heavy, for he had many things the Japanese Army had given him in the need for survival - water, knife, grenades, food, and all sorts of other useful things. Quickly, he walked towards a hill at the south to which all landed airborne soldiers were to meet.
"Akito, I'm coming to find you! Don't go anywhere else!" Sana said with sorrow. She, Aya, Fuka, Rei, and Naozumi were in a private plane aviating to the allied Saudi Arabian airbase.
"Do not worry, Sana, we'll arrive there. In the meanwhile, we need to pray that Akito and Tsuyoshi are still okay. We can't lose faith in ourselves," suggested Rei, who was sitting at the corner thinking while ponderously looking at the wall. Everyone was so worried that Fuka began to walk towards the back of the plane. Aya and Naozumi were praying peacefully at their seats.
"I have some tea for you guys to help take the ego off from your necks," Fuka returned with a tray of drinks.
"Thanks," said Sana and Rei as they took two of the glasses from Fuka.
Aya and Naozumi took some, but they barely sipped the tea when they drank.
"Alright, fasten your seatbelts, please. We're going to land in 10 minutes. Thank you," the air-pilot announced on the intercom.
The night still blanketed the skies. Bonfires were seen at a distance, blazing a warmth of heat and light. A couple of guys started eating their tuna at their individual tents. Others sat and chattered, while some filled in their activities in journals and diaries. One of the men started walking towards a sizable cactus and plugged a pipe into its body. Water came flowing out of the funnel and into the man's cup. While raising the cup to his mouth, he saw a dark figure at a long range running towards him.
"Hey guys, it's Tsuyoshi!" Everyone started standing up from what they were doing and glanced at the direction of the man's. Tsuysohi seemed exhausted from running towards their camp. He finally joined his airborne corps after miles of fatigue from thirst and no warmth.
"Bbb-rr.. I-I nnn-eed ssss..s ssom water and heh-heat," Tsuyoshi shivered. He face was numb and almost stricken with paleness. Two other guys started bringing Tsuyoshi some hot water from a cooking pot.
"S-so.. Who are you guys from?" asked Tsuyoshi steadily drinking his water.
"Apparently, you're in the wrong place. This is the Japino- Americorps. Several of our guys are Japanese. Others are from the United States Army. We've mixed in together, and it's our mission to reconnoiter the area and report back to HQ by radio. It seems to me from your arm-patch you're from 41st. If you use your compass and the GPS system, you can find you way to their camp six miles from here right over there..." a sergeant said pointing at the direction of the north star.
"The captain told us to go west, but that's I've heard from one of my friends."
"Well, I'm sure it's north. Here, I'll radio the HQ." The sergeant picked up a speaker and punched in some numbers on his comm machine. "Hello, this is Sgt. Jacob, and we've have a 41st infantryman here. Could you tell me what direction and how far the 41st division is from here?"
{This is HQ. We cannot get your signal. Please turn fffff pfff in to th pff righff frequenff refff alerffff red alepffad enemffff approacfff your ppffhhh...}
"Hello? Hello? HQ, come in! I can't get your.." Ricochet! A bullet struck at lightning speed on the right side of the sergeant's head. He dropped down and dark red blood spewed onto the sand like a gushing faucet. The fluids riveted down the grooves on the ground of where he laid. His eyes popped out like he was in some sort of shock from an ungratifying house debt.
"TAKE COVER!" a serviceman said from his tent. Everyone started diving towards their manholes. Bullets flew everywhere - some into the dirt and others onto the men's equipment. Explosions started to erupt from nowhere. Two of the gunners started firing their machine guns in panic. Bullet shells ringed bells as they flew high and low around the camp bouncing off sand, cooking tin cans that were over the bonfires, and wood from a secluded storage area.
Tsuyoshi began crawling to his backpack that laid near a large canteen. Out of it, he took out his automatic and started charging its handle. A fire erupted at one of the tents, and a man started screaming inside it. The figure emerged outside and is completely covered with flames. Tsuyoshi was in panic, but all he could do was look at the burnt man die helplessly. He was a medic, but he did not have any water or skills to fight off the flames for the poor soul.
"Tsuyoshi, I need your help over here!" a voice said behind him. Tsuyoshi turned around a saw a soldier lying on his back at the foot of the trench jerking his leg up and down like he was in some sort of spasm. "Come, come...." the man said.
"What happened?" inquired Tsuyoshi kneeling towards him. The injured fellow started coughing.
"My leg. I think I've been shot there. Could you help fix me up?" he begged.
"Hold still." Tsuyoshi took out a kit to which contained some adhesive strips, cleaning cloths, anti-infection fluids, tweezers, needle- nosed clamps, and other first aid instrumentation. Out of it, he started wrapping the fellow's bleeding calf with a towel.
"I don't know if I can use this leg again. It's my good one, too."
"Nothing.. I can still see the bullet lodged into your skin. You're fine. At least your calf bone isn't shattered to bits." Tsuyoshi pulled his needle-nosed clamps and started digging out the warhead from the wound.
"I feel better," the man said at last and got up. Tsuyoshi advised him to not walk with his right leg again until he can be fully checked up by the Red Cross Station. "Say, my name's Ian, from the 10th Mountain Division. It looks like all of us in this camp are commingled together from different army regiments. What's yours?"
"Tsuyoshi from the 41st Japanese," Tsuyoshi replied. The battle continued to rage on, and the skies started turning from black to orange. Tsuyoshi helped Ian to a tent nearby and gave him his own water. Both started lying on their backs inside the cool tarp shading. The gunfire amplified to a lower speed and soon, no more shots were ignited, save for one for each four-five seconds. Outside, a statement bellowed, "Area secured! Return to your garrisons!"
The sun rose above determining to scorch the earth and the living. Lizards started creeping out of their nesting areas to skew a deadly hunt on insects and mice. Cacti everywhere started shriveling up and sweating. No one was to been seen for miles away, except for an fatigued gent that was footing on a top of a dune mound. It collapsed and began to crawl at a direction looking for cheap shelter.
"Tsuyoshi! Tsuyoshi!" Akito squalled defenselessly from the heat. He hated crawling like a Sissie, but at least no one was gazing at him dying to laugh for some unfair discrepancy against Akito. His eyes were filled with sand, and Akito started blinking. The wind speed picked up and gradually the coral dirts started hitting at his face like a big Mama slapping a whiny and bawling youngster.
Akito saw a foreigner dressed in a camouflaged suit running at a horizon in the east. A couple more soldiers came following after it. Akito's binoculars were stored his pack, but he didn't have any intention to use it until the wind subsided. The dust picked up and began to shower his head and back. He coughed and waited.
Finally, everything laid still, and the desert could be seen again clearly. Akito scrambled for the binoculars and zoomed in at the east path- route. Through them, he could see a far-away truck stopping and moving. Akito predicted the truck was having engine problems. The soldiers started yelling and cursing at the driver. They were waving their rifles over here and there. Suddenly, the truck yielded smoke from its front hatch. Two men, including the driver, came out of the vehicle and began kicking the tires and wrinkling their faces. A tall guy behind the furious group started pointing at the direction of where Akito was at.
"God help me." Akito startled while he searched for his Armalite. He began aiming the weapon at the charging enemy combatants that were in a irritated mood. His breathing started to increase at a higher pace and intensity. He concentrated on focusing the rear sights with the front. Akito's fingers were sweating and trembling at the trigger. Increasing pressure on the fire lever, Akito discharged the M-16, and a bullet came thundering out in a loud, bright, smoking flash at the direction of the running brute. The shot entity fell down and blood came gushing out of his chest and onto the sand.
Akito kept on shooting at the military force, but afraid of having no ammunition left during the battle, he cooked a grenade and threw it at the hurling group of soldiers, so to save some extra bullets. The explosion echoed the air, and pieces of shrapnel littered the sky. Akito played a tantalizing hide and seek with the enemy while slowly moving along a flanking path to the enemy encampment's rear access. He took out his Global Positioning System (GPS) and radioed in several air strikes to where he was at.
{This is HQ. We're are air-on-way to your position in T-minus two minutes. Stand clear for suppressing fire.}
"Roger!" Akito said with honor. Without knowing, he found a large rabbit hole dug beside him. Akito crawled into the opening backwards and covered his head with his helmet. Inside, it felt cold, but that soothed him from the unmerciful dry outdoors. Yells were outside and the winds began to pick up again.
"Follow me!" Rei ordered as he lead Naozumi and the others into a tall tent that was near the flagpole.
"Ah, Rei.. So glad to meet you," a general greeted and shook hands with Rei.
"So you have the locations of Akito and Tsuyoshi?"
"Akito- yes. Tsuyoshi - no. I'm afraid Tsuyoshi does not have the GPS radio with him lately. Please sit down."
Rei started waving orders to come in.
"General Johnson, these are my friends, and they're the ones looking for Akito and Tsuyoshi."
"United States Army, and you must be...?"
"Naozumi, and this is Fuka, Sana, and Aya," he gestured at the others.
"Hi," they addressed.
General Johnson got up from his seat and started walking towards a map. "You see here, this is where Akito is at, but. I'm not sure if he's behind enemy lines. I think he's near this friendly area - right here. Lucky for him, he just called in our air force to assail the insurgents at east area. Alright I'm going to send a rescue division to look for Tsuyoshi. In the meantime, we'll radio in Akito to return to base while you guys stay here and wait for a couple days, if not weeks, until all your loved ones are back home."
"Thank you very much, sir," Rei appraised and went outside with the others to a private tent.
"Wow, Rei, he must be a nice guy to have in your job," Fuka commented.
"Yes, he is a respectful general and dedicated one. Let's all have a eat... Say? Where's Aya?"
"We just saw her come with us a couple minutes ago," said Sana.
"This is a big encampment, and it's better if we stuck together in order to not get lost. Everyone split up and find her."
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Where has Aya gone? Is Akito going to ever get back to HQ? Where is Tsuyoshi going with his new division? Find out in the next chapter! Each review post addition will result in a 7.5% increase in the probability of the next chapter being published tomorrow! It will be any day when a new chapter will be posted on "Tsuyoshi in Iraq the Series"!
Everything seemed still in the quiet evening to which the wind was blowing across the dusty and sandy deserts. The moon high above the invisible horizon brightly glowed and welcomed the lively stars that mirthfully followed. Out of the valleys, a cargo plane rose up, and several more carriers came showering towards behind it. Everything on the ground seemed to shake. The lament winds blew heavier and heavier, chalking at the cactuses and rabbit-dug holes.
"30 seconds! Standby!" said the captain in the plane as it roared in the black cloudy sky. All the equipped and armed men were not truly prepared to enter the war zone. Tsuyoshi stood behind Akito who was standing behind two other men who were nearing towards the door.
"Tsuyoshi," said Akito. "I need you to jump at the spot of where I do. Okay? And don't flare your parachute until you see the ground. It's dangerous!"
"Akito, this whole thing doesn't look good to me."
"82nd Airborne! Go, go, go!" All the American soldiers started flying out of the doors and dropping into the shadows of the hell below.
"Alright! All Japanese forces, take your positions!" the captain yelled. Everyone started moving up to the exit doors, to which they were opened out towards the thunderous gleaming skies. Tsuyoshi's and Akito's hair started waving out of their helmets. Sparks and bangs clashed the clouds in the heated air. Tracers of bullets started flying all over the atmosphere. Green, orange, and red colors burned on the tracers. It appeared like a thousand firework shows going on at once.
"41st Japanese Division Jumpers! Go, go, go!" Akito started out the door, and before Tsuyoshi could even notice, Akito was out already.
"Akito? Akito! Where are you? I can't see you!" screamed Tsuyoshi.
"Move out, soldier!" said the captain.
Tsuyoshi tightly closed his eyes and jumped out the CH-47. It was like as if his heart has had a heart attack for a millisecond. Tsuyoshi opened his eyes and soon found himself in the middle of smoke and flashes of light. He could smell the oily and stainless steel gunpowder lingering in the air. Tsuyoshi felt like he was floating in a real nightmare. Breezes of air and screeching bullet noises started buzzing his ears and face. His helmet was almost flying above his head.
"Akito! Akito?" Tsuyoshi cried, and there was no answer but gunfire spitting coughs at him. In a moment's notice, Tsuyoshi spotted a patch of land on the ground. He grabbed his shoulder straps with his hand and plunged his parachute downwards. Using his right hand, he tugged on the release and descended himself vertically. A large wide canopy bursted over his body ultimately slowing him to a floating halt.
"Ouch!" he said. Tsuyoshi hand landed on a baby cactus that was on moist sand. Luckily for him only two cacti thorns had pierced his thighs. Overhead in the skies, bangs and flashes of light could still be heard from almost a mile away. He started reaching towards the lower parachute straps that were attached to his legs. Finally, he broke away from the drop- equipment, lied down on his back, and started reaching and scrambling his backpack for tweezers.
All Akito think of was Sana, how he missed her, and how would he make up to her if he dies by bloodshed. He stood up and took his rifle out the bag. Gradually, he cocked its charging handle, tapped forward-assist structure, and starting positioning the gun onto his shoulders. He felt quite heavy, for he had many things the Japanese Army had given him in the need for survival - water, knife, grenades, food, and all sorts of other useful things. Quickly, he walked towards a hill at the south to which all landed airborne soldiers were to meet.
"Akito, I'm coming to find you! Don't go anywhere else!" Sana said with sorrow. She, Aya, Fuka, Rei, and Naozumi were in a private plane aviating to the allied Saudi Arabian airbase.
"Do not worry, Sana, we'll arrive there. In the meanwhile, we need to pray that Akito and Tsuyoshi are still okay. We can't lose faith in ourselves," suggested Rei, who was sitting at the corner thinking while ponderously looking at the wall. Everyone was so worried that Fuka began to walk towards the back of the plane. Aya and Naozumi were praying peacefully at their seats.
"I have some tea for you guys to help take the ego off from your necks," Fuka returned with a tray of drinks.
"Thanks," said Sana and Rei as they took two of the glasses from Fuka.
Aya and Naozumi took some, but they barely sipped the tea when they drank.
"Alright, fasten your seatbelts, please. We're going to land in 10 minutes. Thank you," the air-pilot announced on the intercom.
The night still blanketed the skies. Bonfires were seen at a distance, blazing a warmth of heat and light. A couple of guys started eating their tuna at their individual tents. Others sat and chattered, while some filled in their activities in journals and diaries. One of the men started walking towards a sizable cactus and plugged a pipe into its body. Water came flowing out of the funnel and into the man's cup. While raising the cup to his mouth, he saw a dark figure at a long range running towards him.
"Hey guys, it's Tsuyoshi!" Everyone started standing up from what they were doing and glanced at the direction of the man's. Tsuysohi seemed exhausted from running towards their camp. He finally joined his airborne corps after miles of fatigue from thirst and no warmth.
"Bbb-rr.. I-I nnn-eed ssss..s ssom water and heh-heat," Tsuyoshi shivered. He face was numb and almost stricken with paleness. Two other guys started bringing Tsuyoshi some hot water from a cooking pot.
"S-so.. Who are you guys from?" asked Tsuyoshi steadily drinking his water.
"Apparently, you're in the wrong place. This is the Japino- Americorps. Several of our guys are Japanese. Others are from the United States Army. We've mixed in together, and it's our mission to reconnoiter the area and report back to HQ by radio. It seems to me from your arm-patch you're from 41st. If you use your compass and the GPS system, you can find you way to their camp six miles from here right over there..." a sergeant said pointing at the direction of the north star.
"The captain told us to go west, but that's I've heard from one of my friends."
"Well, I'm sure it's north. Here, I'll radio the HQ." The sergeant picked up a speaker and punched in some numbers on his comm machine. "Hello, this is Sgt. Jacob, and we've have a 41st infantryman here. Could you tell me what direction and how far the 41st division is from here?"
{This is HQ. We cannot get your signal. Please turn fffff pfff in to th pff righff frequenff refff alerffff red alepffad enemffff approacfff your ppffhhh...}
"Hello? Hello? HQ, come in! I can't get your.." Ricochet! A bullet struck at lightning speed on the right side of the sergeant's head. He dropped down and dark red blood spewed onto the sand like a gushing faucet. The fluids riveted down the grooves on the ground of where he laid. His eyes popped out like he was in some sort of shock from an ungratifying house debt.
"TAKE COVER!" a serviceman said from his tent. Everyone started diving towards their manholes. Bullets flew everywhere - some into the dirt and others onto the men's equipment. Explosions started to erupt from nowhere. Two of the gunners started firing their machine guns in panic. Bullet shells ringed bells as they flew high and low around the camp bouncing off sand, cooking tin cans that were over the bonfires, and wood from a secluded storage area.
Tsuyoshi began crawling to his backpack that laid near a large canteen. Out of it, he took out his automatic and started charging its handle. A fire erupted at one of the tents, and a man started screaming inside it. The figure emerged outside and is completely covered with flames. Tsuyoshi was in panic, but all he could do was look at the burnt man die helplessly. He was a medic, but he did not have any water or skills to fight off the flames for the poor soul.
"Tsuyoshi, I need your help over here!" a voice said behind him. Tsuyoshi turned around a saw a soldier lying on his back at the foot of the trench jerking his leg up and down like he was in some sort of spasm. "Come, come...." the man said.
"What happened?" inquired Tsuyoshi kneeling towards him. The injured fellow started coughing.
"My leg. I think I've been shot there. Could you help fix me up?" he begged.
"Hold still." Tsuyoshi took out a kit to which contained some adhesive strips, cleaning cloths, anti-infection fluids, tweezers, needle- nosed clamps, and other first aid instrumentation. Out of it, he started wrapping the fellow's bleeding calf with a towel.
"I don't know if I can use this leg again. It's my good one, too."
"Nothing.. I can still see the bullet lodged into your skin. You're fine. At least your calf bone isn't shattered to bits." Tsuyoshi pulled his needle-nosed clamps and started digging out the warhead from the wound.
"I feel better," the man said at last and got up. Tsuyoshi advised him to not walk with his right leg again until he can be fully checked up by the Red Cross Station. "Say, my name's Ian, from the 10th Mountain Division. It looks like all of us in this camp are commingled together from different army regiments. What's yours?"
"Tsuyoshi from the 41st Japanese," Tsuyoshi replied. The battle continued to rage on, and the skies started turning from black to orange. Tsuyoshi helped Ian to a tent nearby and gave him his own water. Both started lying on their backs inside the cool tarp shading. The gunfire amplified to a lower speed and soon, no more shots were ignited, save for one for each four-five seconds. Outside, a statement bellowed, "Area secured! Return to your garrisons!"
The sun rose above determining to scorch the earth and the living. Lizards started creeping out of their nesting areas to skew a deadly hunt on insects and mice. Cacti everywhere started shriveling up and sweating. No one was to been seen for miles away, except for an fatigued gent that was footing on a top of a dune mound. It collapsed and began to crawl at a direction looking for cheap shelter.
"Tsuyoshi! Tsuyoshi!" Akito squalled defenselessly from the heat. He hated crawling like a Sissie, but at least no one was gazing at him dying to laugh for some unfair discrepancy against Akito. His eyes were filled with sand, and Akito started blinking. The wind speed picked up and gradually the coral dirts started hitting at his face like a big Mama slapping a whiny and bawling youngster.
Akito saw a foreigner dressed in a camouflaged suit running at a horizon in the east. A couple more soldiers came following after it. Akito's binoculars were stored his pack, but he didn't have any intention to use it until the wind subsided. The dust picked up and began to shower his head and back. He coughed and waited.
Finally, everything laid still, and the desert could be seen again clearly. Akito scrambled for the binoculars and zoomed in at the east path- route. Through them, he could see a far-away truck stopping and moving. Akito predicted the truck was having engine problems. The soldiers started yelling and cursing at the driver. They were waving their rifles over here and there. Suddenly, the truck yielded smoke from its front hatch. Two men, including the driver, came out of the vehicle and began kicking the tires and wrinkling their faces. A tall guy behind the furious group started pointing at the direction of where Akito was at.
"God help me." Akito startled while he searched for his Armalite. He began aiming the weapon at the charging enemy combatants that were in a irritated mood. His breathing started to increase at a higher pace and intensity. He concentrated on focusing the rear sights with the front. Akito's fingers were sweating and trembling at the trigger. Increasing pressure on the fire lever, Akito discharged the M-16, and a bullet came thundering out in a loud, bright, smoking flash at the direction of the running brute. The shot entity fell down and blood came gushing out of his chest and onto the sand.
Akito kept on shooting at the military force, but afraid of having no ammunition left during the battle, he cooked a grenade and threw it at the hurling group of soldiers, so to save some extra bullets. The explosion echoed the air, and pieces of shrapnel littered the sky. Akito played a tantalizing hide and seek with the enemy while slowly moving along a flanking path to the enemy encampment's rear access. He took out his Global Positioning System (GPS) and radioed in several air strikes to where he was at.
{This is HQ. We're are air-on-way to your position in T-minus two minutes. Stand clear for suppressing fire.}
"Roger!" Akito said with honor. Without knowing, he found a large rabbit hole dug beside him. Akito crawled into the opening backwards and covered his head with his helmet. Inside, it felt cold, but that soothed him from the unmerciful dry outdoors. Yells were outside and the winds began to pick up again.
"Follow me!" Rei ordered as he lead Naozumi and the others into a tall tent that was near the flagpole.
"Ah, Rei.. So glad to meet you," a general greeted and shook hands with Rei.
"So you have the locations of Akito and Tsuyoshi?"
"Akito- yes. Tsuyoshi - no. I'm afraid Tsuyoshi does not have the GPS radio with him lately. Please sit down."
Rei started waving orders to come in.
"General Johnson, these are my friends, and they're the ones looking for Akito and Tsuyoshi."
"United States Army, and you must be...?"
"Naozumi, and this is Fuka, Sana, and Aya," he gestured at the others.
"Hi," they addressed.
General Johnson got up from his seat and started walking towards a map. "You see here, this is where Akito is at, but. I'm not sure if he's behind enemy lines. I think he's near this friendly area - right here. Lucky for him, he just called in our air force to assail the insurgents at east area. Alright I'm going to send a rescue division to look for Tsuyoshi. In the meantime, we'll radio in Akito to return to base while you guys stay here and wait for a couple days, if not weeks, until all your loved ones are back home."
"Thank you very much, sir," Rei appraised and went outside with the others to a private tent.
"Wow, Rei, he must be a nice guy to have in your job," Fuka commented.
"Yes, he is a respectful general and dedicated one. Let's all have a eat... Say? Where's Aya?"
"We just saw her come with us a couple minutes ago," said Sana.
"This is a big encampment, and it's better if we stuck together in order to not get lost. Everyone split up and find her."
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Where has Aya gone? Is Akito going to ever get back to HQ? Where is Tsuyoshi going with his new division? Find out in the next chapter! Each review post addition will result in a 7.5% increase in the probability of the next chapter being published tomorrow! It will be any day when a new chapter will be posted on "Tsuyoshi in Iraq the Series"!