Emakume
This is my first GI Joe fan fic, so take that into consideration. Criticism welcome. I do not own GI Joe.
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Prolog: Street Fighting Man
Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Well then what can a poor boy do?
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03:25 Zulu
Somewhere off the coast of the Florida Keys, International Waters.
The light chop on the water lapped against the hull of their boat in steady soft pats. Like the water was gently stroking the fiberglass beneath their feet. The pitch black of the night and the sky choked with stars reminded him of home, of the country that seemed a million miles away. The smell of his mother's cooking suddenly came to him, like it floated in on the ocean breeze.
"Where is this guy, Michelena? I thought he said he'd be here by 3, he's nearly a half an hour late," he looked down at the man who spoke, his friend since they left the old country.
"Keep your panties on, Soroa, he'll be here," the man across from him was relaxed, arms wrapped around the side of the boat, gently rocking with the waves. "What's the signal, Michelena?"
He still stood, eyes focused out into the darkness ahead. "Three flashes.... We're supposed to do the same to let him know it's us."
The mechanical hum of something unseen made it's way toward them from out in the distance. It had to be him; no one came along these waterways at three o'clock in the morning. But then again, cocaine and ecstasy came into ports this way as well. Whoever was out there could easily be from some cartel in South America.
Flashes.
One.
Two.
Three.
It was him.
Michelena moved and took hold of the fog light that sat beside his knee. He could finally be out of it all. Put the past behind him. Not just for himself, but for his family, for his friends who were in the boat as well. He could finally wash his hands and sleep well at night.
Flashes.
One.
Two.
Three.
He smiled. They opened fire.
This is my first GI Joe fan fic, so take that into consideration. Criticism welcome. I do not own GI Joe.
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Prolog: Street Fighting Man
Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Well then what can a poor boy do?
-
03:25 Zulu
Somewhere off the coast of the Florida Keys, International Waters.
The light chop on the water lapped against the hull of their boat in steady soft pats. Like the water was gently stroking the fiberglass beneath their feet. The pitch black of the night and the sky choked with stars reminded him of home, of the country that seemed a million miles away. The smell of his mother's cooking suddenly came to him, like it floated in on the ocean breeze.
"Where is this guy, Michelena? I thought he said he'd be here by 3, he's nearly a half an hour late," he looked down at the man who spoke, his friend since they left the old country.
"Keep your panties on, Soroa, he'll be here," the man across from him was relaxed, arms wrapped around the side of the boat, gently rocking with the waves. "What's the signal, Michelena?"
He still stood, eyes focused out into the darkness ahead. "Three flashes.... We're supposed to do the same to let him know it's us."
The mechanical hum of something unseen made it's way toward them from out in the distance. It had to be him; no one came along these waterways at three o'clock in the morning. But then again, cocaine and ecstasy came into ports this way as well. Whoever was out there could easily be from some cartel in South America.
Flashes.
One.
Two.
Three.
It was him.
Michelena moved and took hold of the fog light that sat beside his knee. He could finally be out of it all. Put the past behind him. Not just for himself, but for his family, for his friends who were in the boat as well. He could finally wash his hands and sleep well at night.
Flashes.
One.
Two.
Three.
He smiled. They opened fire.