Emakume
Log 1: Miami
Says I'm too dumb to fuck
To dumb to fight
To dumb to save
Well, maybe I don't need no angel at all
It looks like darkness to me, oh
Drifting down into Miami
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00:25 Zulu
United States Coast Guard Air Station: Miami; Opa-Locka, Fl. USA
The sound of the approaching soldiers footsteps was lost in the deafening swing of the chopper's blades. Orange jumpsuits bright in the inky blackness of the night; accented by the lane lights on the ground and what could be seen from the control tower behind them. They packed into the Dolphin and were off the ground before the doors were slid shut.
They were called down there to investigate the cause of several maritime incidences that were starting to chalk up to be something much bigger. And though it could be nothing more than a few coincidences, the US Coast Guard called in for aid in the investigation. More so to cover their own ass, the waters surrounding south Florida have been politically volatile since the Kennedy Administration in the 60's. Most of the problems having to do with Cuba, but recently the island nation of Haiti has been a source of conflict as well, both on the water and with the people who live on the peninsula. And due to their position between the government and the people whom they encounter out on the water, the Coast Guard wasn't an organization that was highly liked.
And so a few members of GI Joe were sent down for reconnaissance.
Cover Girl found herself sandwiched between Beach Head and a young Ensign who was hastily finishing up strapping his gear on. Tonight's outing had come as a surprise. She and Beach Head had only recently arrived at Opa- Locka airport a few hours ago, and shit was already starting to hit the fan. She looked up at the young woman in front of her, Lieutenant Junior.... she squinted to read the name embroidered on her jumpsuit, Ruiz. The girl smiled at her faintly to which Courtney returned. Ruiz ran a hand over her thick black curly locks, pushing the few strands that hung in her eyes back and out of her face.
"We really appreciate you all coming down here," she had to speak a bit louder than usual over the sound of the helicopter's blades.
Both Beach Head and Cover Girl nodded.
"Where are we headed?" Wayne's accent was thicker when he yelled.
"Southwest, were rendezvousing with officers from the Key West branch, just south of Marathon," she answered; it was the way she pronounced her 'th's' that spoke of her decent.
"What's the problem?" Courtney questioned.
"We're not sure. A civilian boat was found washed up on the beach. The tags suggest the owners are from Biscayne, so Key West asked us to come out."
"Any idea what happened to them?" Wayne pushed further.
Ruiz laughed, "this is Florida, the Caribbean, any number of things could have gone wrong out on the water. Especially right now with Hurricane James coming up through the Lesser Antilles."
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01:03 Zulu
Marathon Key, Fl. USA
The Dolphin landed in a small mangrove clearing just a few meters from the beach. When the Miami-Dade Coast Guard officers arrived on the scene they were greeted by both Key West officers and Monroe County Sheriff deputies. The area was lighted by huge spotlights and the whirling red and blue of the police cars just a few yards off from the taped off beach. The nineteen- foot open fishermen laid in two pieces side by side, it's hull and canopy riddled with bullet holes and scorch marks from an obvious fire.
Wayne pulled his balaclava up so that it only covered his forehead as he sat on his hunches, running his eyes over the bullet holes.
Military issue.
"I know what you're thinking," Sneeden snapped his head up to meet the gaze of another man. "We've had a problem with this very same thing for the passed two weeks," he squat down next to the Ranger before extending a hand, "Lieutenant Commander Brickle," the two men shared a curt handshake before returning their attention to the boat.
"Have you determined a cause?"
"The last one was reported by a couple headed for the Bahamas three days ago. They stated that they saw what looked like a military vessel driving off. The report before that one said the same thing," Brickle trailed off as he spoke.
"Cuban gunboats in international waters."
"Precisely."
"Sir?" the sound of Ruiz's voice brought both men to their feet.
"What is it Ruiz?" he blinked against the light behind her.
"Sir, we've just run the information on the boat and what we could find on the bodies. The boat was licensed to Mr. Alejanro Soroa," the man's name rolled off her tongue in perfect pronunciation.
"And the others?"
"Irune Michelena and Victor Gernika. All three men were reported missing two days ago."
"Good work, Ruiz."
"Thank you, sir."
Ruiz saluted and turned to walk back toward the yellow tarps laid out on the sand. Her heart sank a little as the knowledge of what was under them ran through her mind. It didn't matter how many times she was exposed it, it always bothered her, and it always made her stomach turn over. If it hadn't been for the memory of being a child plucked off of an island in a country she didn't know, she wouldn't have joined the Coast Guard.
She spotted Cover Girl near the bodies.
"Corporal Krieger?" the bombshell turned around at her name. "May I have a word with you?"
"Not a problem, what is it?" Ruiz put a hand on her arm and pulled her forward, pulled her away from the others.
"I know you and your partner were sent here from GI Joe because of the events that have taken place these last few weeks. And though the evidence we do have points towards Cuba," she said the name of her homeland rather sadly, "I don't think we're looking in the right direction."
Courtney shifted her weight and placed her hands on her hips in contemplation, "do you have some sort of theory?"
Ruiz looked upward, her eyes on the stars above; she inhaled the salt air around her and sighed. How to put this, how to make herself sound like she knew what she was talking about? She returned her gaze to Krieger and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jumpsuit.
"My boyfriend is a Vice cop in Miami, and, he was working on a few of the cases related to this one before it became the military's concern. It's not in his reports, but everyone of the people killed were Basque."
"What?"
"Listen, I know I'm going to get in trouble if we keep talking like this, but if you don't believe me," she handed the brunette a card, "call my boyfriend, he'll tell you everything you need to know."
The Cuban's name was called from somewhere behind them, but her eyes were on Krieger's, and they were pleading with her. Ruiz finally broke their gaze and ran off toward the young man whom called her.
Basque, huh?
The ex-model tromped through the sand back toward Beach Head who was still studying the boat with a fixed gaze. She placed a hand on his shoulder to which he ignored.
"What do you want, Barbie doll?"
She turned the card in her hand over several times with her fingers. The stiff, but thin paper of it bending as she willed. It took her a moment, her eyes having to adjust to the lighting, to read what was written on it: Jonathan Tuttle, Miami Vice. She quickly shoved it into a pocket in her BDUs before she spoke.
"I just found something we might wanna check out."
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Emakume- (Basque) Young girl
Log 1: Miami
Says I'm too dumb to fuck
To dumb to fight
To dumb to save
Well, maybe I don't need no angel at all
It looks like darkness to me, oh
Drifting down into Miami
-
00:25 Zulu
United States Coast Guard Air Station: Miami; Opa-Locka, Fl. USA
The sound of the approaching soldiers footsteps was lost in the deafening swing of the chopper's blades. Orange jumpsuits bright in the inky blackness of the night; accented by the lane lights on the ground and what could be seen from the control tower behind them. They packed into the Dolphin and were off the ground before the doors were slid shut.
They were called down there to investigate the cause of several maritime incidences that were starting to chalk up to be something much bigger. And though it could be nothing more than a few coincidences, the US Coast Guard called in for aid in the investigation. More so to cover their own ass, the waters surrounding south Florida have been politically volatile since the Kennedy Administration in the 60's. Most of the problems having to do with Cuba, but recently the island nation of Haiti has been a source of conflict as well, both on the water and with the people who live on the peninsula. And due to their position between the government and the people whom they encounter out on the water, the Coast Guard wasn't an organization that was highly liked.
And so a few members of GI Joe were sent down for reconnaissance.
Cover Girl found herself sandwiched between Beach Head and a young Ensign who was hastily finishing up strapping his gear on. Tonight's outing had come as a surprise. She and Beach Head had only recently arrived at Opa- Locka airport a few hours ago, and shit was already starting to hit the fan. She looked up at the young woman in front of her, Lieutenant Junior.... she squinted to read the name embroidered on her jumpsuit, Ruiz. The girl smiled at her faintly to which Courtney returned. Ruiz ran a hand over her thick black curly locks, pushing the few strands that hung in her eyes back and out of her face.
"We really appreciate you all coming down here," she had to speak a bit louder than usual over the sound of the helicopter's blades.
Both Beach Head and Cover Girl nodded.
"Where are we headed?" Wayne's accent was thicker when he yelled.
"Southwest, were rendezvousing with officers from the Key West branch, just south of Marathon," she answered; it was the way she pronounced her 'th's' that spoke of her decent.
"What's the problem?" Courtney questioned.
"We're not sure. A civilian boat was found washed up on the beach. The tags suggest the owners are from Biscayne, so Key West asked us to come out."
"Any idea what happened to them?" Wayne pushed further.
Ruiz laughed, "this is Florida, the Caribbean, any number of things could have gone wrong out on the water. Especially right now with Hurricane James coming up through the Lesser Antilles."
-
01:03 Zulu
Marathon Key, Fl. USA
The Dolphin landed in a small mangrove clearing just a few meters from the beach. When the Miami-Dade Coast Guard officers arrived on the scene they were greeted by both Key West officers and Monroe County Sheriff deputies. The area was lighted by huge spotlights and the whirling red and blue of the police cars just a few yards off from the taped off beach. The nineteen- foot open fishermen laid in two pieces side by side, it's hull and canopy riddled with bullet holes and scorch marks from an obvious fire.
Wayne pulled his balaclava up so that it only covered his forehead as he sat on his hunches, running his eyes over the bullet holes.
Military issue.
"I know what you're thinking," Sneeden snapped his head up to meet the gaze of another man. "We've had a problem with this very same thing for the passed two weeks," he squat down next to the Ranger before extending a hand, "Lieutenant Commander Brickle," the two men shared a curt handshake before returning their attention to the boat.
"Have you determined a cause?"
"The last one was reported by a couple headed for the Bahamas three days ago. They stated that they saw what looked like a military vessel driving off. The report before that one said the same thing," Brickle trailed off as he spoke.
"Cuban gunboats in international waters."
"Precisely."
"Sir?" the sound of Ruiz's voice brought both men to their feet.
"What is it Ruiz?" he blinked against the light behind her.
"Sir, we've just run the information on the boat and what we could find on the bodies. The boat was licensed to Mr. Alejanro Soroa," the man's name rolled off her tongue in perfect pronunciation.
"And the others?"
"Irune Michelena and Victor Gernika. All three men were reported missing two days ago."
"Good work, Ruiz."
"Thank you, sir."
Ruiz saluted and turned to walk back toward the yellow tarps laid out on the sand. Her heart sank a little as the knowledge of what was under them ran through her mind. It didn't matter how many times she was exposed it, it always bothered her, and it always made her stomach turn over. If it hadn't been for the memory of being a child plucked off of an island in a country she didn't know, she wouldn't have joined the Coast Guard.
She spotted Cover Girl near the bodies.
"Corporal Krieger?" the bombshell turned around at her name. "May I have a word with you?"
"Not a problem, what is it?" Ruiz put a hand on her arm and pulled her forward, pulled her away from the others.
"I know you and your partner were sent here from GI Joe because of the events that have taken place these last few weeks. And though the evidence we do have points towards Cuba," she said the name of her homeland rather sadly, "I don't think we're looking in the right direction."
Courtney shifted her weight and placed her hands on her hips in contemplation, "do you have some sort of theory?"
Ruiz looked upward, her eyes on the stars above; she inhaled the salt air around her and sighed. How to put this, how to make herself sound like she knew what she was talking about? She returned her gaze to Krieger and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jumpsuit.
"My boyfriend is a Vice cop in Miami, and, he was working on a few of the cases related to this one before it became the military's concern. It's not in his reports, but everyone of the people killed were Basque."
"What?"
"Listen, I know I'm going to get in trouble if we keep talking like this, but if you don't believe me," she handed the brunette a card, "call my boyfriend, he'll tell you everything you need to know."
The Cuban's name was called from somewhere behind them, but her eyes were on Krieger's, and they were pleading with her. Ruiz finally broke their gaze and ran off toward the young man whom called her.
Basque, huh?
The ex-model tromped through the sand back toward Beach Head who was still studying the boat with a fixed gaze. She placed a hand on his shoulder to which he ignored.
"What do you want, Barbie doll?"
She turned the card in her hand over several times with her fingers. The stiff, but thin paper of it bending as she willed. It took her a moment, her eyes having to adjust to the lighting, to read what was written on it: Jonathan Tuttle, Miami Vice. She quickly shoved it into a pocket in her BDUs before she spoke.
"I just found something we might wanna check out."
-
Emakume- (Basque) Young girl