I'm really sorry I wasn't specific before. In this story's universe, the events of the Karate Kid DID happen, but the events of Cobra Kai DID NOT. Miguel and Sam's generation graduated from high school without the karate war that is happening on the real show. Johnny is Miguel's stepfather but not his sensei.

CHAPTER 6

"Wake up!" Miguel heard the plane's pilot say into the earpiece, and Miguel jolted awake. That was all he took. He was that light of a sleeper. He looked out the window and realised that they had landed on the Navy Warship. He quickly unclicked his seatbelt and shook the other SEALs awake, before the 4 of them got off of the plane together and stepped onto the jetway of the ship. Rubbing sleep from their eyes, the SEALs walked towards the ship captain, who was standing on deck of the massive warship and was waiting for them. This wasn't the first time Miguel had been on a warship. Far from it. He had spent his first 6 months as a seaman before he applied for SEAL qualification.

The captain of the ship nodded at them as they walked over.

"Hey. You must be the SEALs on the mission." He said. Miguel nodded.

"Yes, captain. Have you got our boat ready?" He asked. It was the captain's turn to nod.

"Yeah. We're hooking you gents up with a stealth motorboat so the hostiles don't hear you coming. Got it?"

"Got it." Miguel replied, before the 4 SEALs were led over to the side of the boat, where they saw a small boat - not much bigger than a fishing boat. Without further ado, they clambered onto the boat and set off towards the bomb smuggling boat…

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Although the boat they were on now was extremely small, because it was an official military boat, it was extremely technologically advanced. SEALs got all of the newest military technology - another benefit of being the best of the best. As well as the boat's motor being absolutely silent, there was a screen on the front of the boat that presented the location of the hostiles a couple of miles ahead. They were right in the middle of the Arabian Sea so the only thing that could track their location and the location of the enemy boat was a U.S drone that was in the air.

"Okay, men, can you hear me? Over." Captain Anderson's voice rang through all of their earpieces.

"Loud and clear." Miguel replied.

"Okay, good. The boat is now only 600 yards out now. There are 3 heat signatures on the boat, so 3 hostiles, and they're all above board. I'm going to leave how the mission is handled up to Diaz. You don't have too many options. Our recommendation is you four charge full-speed at the boat and spring on them."

"Are you sure, Lieutenant? The second they hear us, they're gonna get rid of the bomb in any way, or shoot at us." Miguel stated as he saw the boat finally come into sight up ahead. He could vaguely see three figures on board but they were too far away.

"Diaz, it's up to you. If you have a better idea…" Captain Anderson said.

"I might." Miguel murmured, before turning to Neils, who was steering the boat. "Cut the engine."

"What?" Neils asked, confused.

"You heard me. Cut the engine. That's an order." Miguel said in a polite but firm tone. Neils obliged and turned off the boat. Miguel then turned to Richards.

"Gimme your gun." Miguel said, pointing to the semi-automatic thermal scoped sniper rifle in Richards' hands. Richards handed it to him. Miguel was in full-focussed SEAL mode now. Nothing could take away from his laser focus as he grabbed the gun and stared down into the scope of his sniper rifle. Because it was a thermal scope, Miguel could see 3 heat signatures - meaning three bodies on board. He could also see a MASSIVE heat signature in the inside storage area of the boat. It was the bomb. He was sure of it! Miguel watched as the three hostiles moved further and further away as Miguel's boat dropped anchor, feeling the waves of the ocean crest and fall and causing him to be extremely unsteady as he tried to aim his gun. It wasn't like he was lying flat on the forest or desert floor. He was on a rocking boat, and he constantly moved up and down a couple of feet. There were three bullets in his semi-automatic gun. Three shots that he needed to bury into 3 skulls. If he missed… well, best not to think about that.

"Miguel, they've gotta be 800 yards out! You're on a fucking boat! There are but 3 shooters in the world who can make that shot and you sure as hell ain't one of them!" Eli exclaimed. Miguel took a deep breath as his finger curled around the trigger.

"Eli… shut up." Miguel murmured. Moments later, with the scope locked on the skull of the first guy, Miguel pulled the trigger.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Miguel shot 3 shots, and all three of them buried into the skulls of the three hostiles, causing them to collapse to the ground, clearly all dead. Miguel slowly sat back and looked up from the scope and at his flabbergasted fellow soldiers.

"I'm sorry. What were you saying, Eli?" Miguel asked his friend, whose jaw was gaping so deeply that it was practically touching the bottom of the boat.

"What the fuck, dude?!" Eli exclaimed. Miguel shrugged.

"Top of SEAL marksmanship training actually means something." Miguel remarked. Eli chuckled.

"I'm also a SEAL sniper. I couldn't have made that shot." Eli stated. Miguel shrugged.

"What can I say? I'm just that good." Miguel remarked, laughing at the astonished expressions on Richards and Neils' faces.

"Okay, don't get so big headed, Diaz." Lieutenant Anderson's voice rang through Miguel's earpiece, causing him to jump. He had been so focussed on his shots that he had forgotten about his boss in his ear. "There's still the bomb on the boat."

"Yes, sir. We're approaching the boat now." Miguel stated, as their boat pulled up beside the enemy one. While Neils stayed on the SEAL boat to steer, Richards, Eli and Miguel climbed onto the enemy boat and looked at their surroundings. Three bodies lay bleeding from massive wounds on their heads, the wooden deck of the boat stained crimson from their bloods. As soon as Miguel and Eli had confirmed that the three hostiles had no pulses, they both turned to Richards.

"Okay, buddy. Get it done." Eli said. Richards looked at him, confused.

"Get what done?" He asked.

"You're the rookie. You're the clean-up crew." Miguel stated. "You gotta throw the bodies overboard and wipe up the deck so there's no sign that we were here."

"Seriously? I have to pick up those dead bodies? That's disgusting!" Richards exclaimed. Eli shrugged.

"Sorry, buddy. You've gotta grow some thicker skin if you want to survive in this business." Eli stated. "Clean this stuff up. That's a direct order."

Richards eventually nodded.

"Yes, sir." He murmured, and he started by throwing all three dead bodies overboard and into the sea. As he did this, Miguel and Eli crept further into the boat, looking for the bomb. They reached a small room at the back of the boat, where they knew the bomb was as they had searched every other nook and cranny of the ship and found nothing. Eli and Miguel looked at each other, nervously. Although there shouldn't be any issues, they were about to be face-to-face with a bomb, and that was nerve-racking in itself.

"Ready?" Miguel murmured. Eli nodded and opened the door. As soon as he did, Miguel's eyes widened and his hair stood up on its end. His heart stopped. Connected to the door was a tripwire and upon opening the door, that tripwire had triggered a 1 minute countdown on the bomb.

"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!" Eli shouted in fear, as his heart pounded. In 1 minute, that bomb would be blowing up. He was about to turn and run away, but Miguel stopped him as he examined the bomb. Miguel had always been a LOT more intelligent than many of the SEALs, and his mind was particularly great at engineering so he flew through the bomb studying course they had been forced to take during training. That section of training was often not taken seriously, but Miguel had clung onto every word he was taught in case of a situation just like this.

"Eli, don't move!" Miguel stated, quietly but firmly as he turned to his friend. "This bomb is connected to a tripwire. You move the door and the bomb blows up right now."

"What do we do?!" Eli shouted. Miguel looked him right in the eyes when he responded…

"We defuse it…"

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"WHAT?!" Eli yelled in panic. "You were taught how to defuse bombs?!"

"Well, in training a while back." Miguel replied.

"You mean 8 years ago?!" Eli asked. "Miguel, this is a terrible idea!"

"You got a better one?!" Miguel snapped back, harshly, and Eli instantly shut up. Miguel sighed. "Look, man. You need to trust me. We've known each other since high school. Sophomore year. Do you trust me?"

Eli eventually nodded and Miguel then turned his attention back to the bomb. His memories from bomb defusal class rang through his mind as he took out his Swiss Army Knife, opened the screwdriver blade, and he unscrewed the front panel of the bomb. He saw a jungle of multicolored wires staring back at him and Miguel, who had a camera on his head that was livestreaming everything back to base, turned on his mic.

"Okay, Lieutenant. Talk me through defusing this." He shouted into the earpiece. His Lieutenant clicked on moments later.

"Okay, Diaz, you should see the red wire attached to the motherboard." Lieutenant Anderson said. Miguel quickly found it and nodded.

"Found it." He said.

"Cut that and the green wire next to it simultaneously." Anderson replied. Miguel wrapped his knife around the thinnest part of both wires and he sliced through them with ease with his razor-sharp knife.

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"Okay, Lieutenant what's next?" Miguel asked.

"Well, now that you cut those wires, you should see a panel underneath. Remove that panel and you'll see the power and ground wires for the fuse." Anderson said. Miguel quickly used his screwdriver and did this, as Eli watched, terrified, his hands turning white from the strength he was holding the door with, trying desperately not to move the door and trigger the bomb.

"Got it. What's next?" Miguel shouted.

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"You should now see a green wire. Cut that wire!" Anderson shouted, his voice rising with worry as they reached the final 10 seconds.

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Miguel's hands fumbled around as he grabbed the green wire. Taking a deep breath and saying a prayer, Miguel cut the green wire and braced for impact…

The impact never came though. The timer on the bomb stopped at 5.73 and didn't move. Miguel and Hawk let out massive sighs of relief and they sat back.

"We're alive." Eli said. "WE'RE ALIVEEEEE!"

"Thank God!" Miguel murmured. Eli grinned widely and the two guys hugged. They had done it. Mission successful…

24 hours later, Miguel, Eli and the other SEALs were back on flat land, in the U.S Naval Base in Djibouti. They had officially been debriefed for their mission, and the best part was that Miguel had actually received two Navy medal for his actions. The first was the Navy Cross - the second highest medal after the Medal of Honor for extraordinary heroism in combat with an enemy force. The second was a marksmanship award for his 3 sniper shots. His reputation in the Navy had expanded a hundredfold for both his sniper rifle shots, as well as his bomb defusal under immense pressure.

But Miguel didn't care about any of those awards. That's not why he did this job, the recognition. He fought for his country to make the world a safer place from enemies home and abroad, and by destroying the bomb, he may well have saved a lot of people.