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Notes on the text: "T" envelope pushed; contains violence, blood, and questionable conduct towards female Prisoners Of War (POW's).
Obligatory words to cover my arse: NO OFFENSE IS MENT TO ANY VIETNAMESE PERSON, EVENTS DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY ARE PURELY FICTIONAL ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
Underlined words are spoken Vietnamese translated into English
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March 1, 1969; 2103 local time; East of Cambodia
The night was dark, clouds obscured the moon and stars. The jungle had an eerie dark blue tint. A lone helicopter flew above the jungle.
Ichigo looked out the open door as sat in the Huey with the rest of his squad. Renji, Urahara, and T-bone sat next to him. Kotsubaki and Kiyone were at the controls and Doorman leaned on his machinegun scanning the night. Across from Ichigo sat Miles, Ishida, Jean, and Jack (Al got his foot blown off by a booby trap and was evacuated).
They were now about five minutes out of the extraction point. Ichigo secured his pistol, knife and flashlight onto his person. Suddenly the thwump-thwump sound of the helicopter rotors was interrupted by the sound of gunfire. Bullets tore through the hull of the helicopter and straight into T-bone's chest. T-bone let out a dying gasp as blood drenched his camoflage shirt. Everyone started panicking as more bullets pierced the aircraft.
Doorman started firing wildly into the dark jungle below. Suddenly more shots rang out, green soviet-made tracers flew from the jungle below. The bullets hit the cockpit, Kotsubaki's flight helmet erupted in a mess of plastic, blood, brain and bone fragments which splattered the window of the cockpit. The nose of helicopter started tilting forward, Kiyone looked over and saw why. Kotsubaki's limp form had fallen forward onto the controls. Kiyone pushed him off of them and saw the gaping bloody hole in the upper right part of his head and a small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Kiyone started shouting into a radio handset. "Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is Night Hawk! Mayday Night Hawk! We are taking heavy ground fire! Pilot is down! Our position is two miles west of LZ Blue!"
Suddenly a large fireball erupted from the top of the helicopter. The engine was hit!
The force of the blast knocked Ichigo from his position near the door and sent him hurling toward the ground. Time seemed to slow down as Ichigo flailed wildly in mid-air. His chest hit a large tree branch, knocking the wind out of him and throwing his head onto another branch, then everything went black. . .
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March 1, 1969; 2242 local time; East of Cambodia
Ichigo slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was sprawled on his back, laying in the underbrush. He felt the wet jungle ground on his back and a slight draft coming from his shirt, which was torn from his right shoulder to his left hip. As his eyes became used to the darkness he began to pick out shapes of foliage and trees. Ichigo got up and saw an orange glow off in the distance. Ichigo felt around his body and unholstered his pistol before making his way towards the light. Ichigo tried to be as quiet as he could, but he could not stop from making the leaves rustle beneath is feet, or the short branches and leaves of the undergrowth from brushing against him.
Ichigo pushed through the jungle, then he saw what was making the orange glow. . .
Fire. . .
Ichigo approached the flames and saw three men siloetted against the flames, Ichigo stopped and stayed very quiet. They were speaking to eachother, but Ichigo couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Look who it is,"one of the men said said as he picked up Urahara by the collar. The man wore a conical "chinese" hat, or at least Ichigo assumed that's what it was. Urahara was barely alive, he was covered in bruises and had a trickle of dry blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Are you sure that's him?" the man next to him asked.
"This is the man who killed my brother in Saigon. I'd recognize him anywhere." The man in the hat said. He threw Urahara to the ground and pulled out his AK-47. The man then proceeded to empty the entire clip into Urahara's chest.
The three men then led three other people off into the jungle.
Ichigo waited for a while before breaking cover, he crept toward the wreckage. Ichigo noted the large holes in the sides of the aircraft as he walked towards it. Ichigo walked closer to the crash site; then he stepped on something, he couldn't tell what it was. Ichigo turned on his flashlight and shined it down near his foot, Ichigo immidiately regretted doing so. Ichigo was standing on someone's neck. The small circle of light illuminated the man's lifeless face. . .
Havoc. . .
The man's face was barely recognizable, there were deep gashes and cuts all over. One of his eyes looked straight at Ichigo, the other was rolled back. Ichigo supressed the urge to throw up, but just barely. . .
Ichigo crept over to Urahara's barely recognizable body. Ichigo closed his eyes and unsuccesfully tried not to cry. As the feelings of sadness subsided, a new feeling came over him. . .
Anger. . .
Pure, Raw, Unadulterated Anger. . .
Ichigo knew what he would do. He would find the man who did this, he would make him pay. . .
He would pay dearly. . .
Ichigo went through Urahara's pockets and found a small container of black facepaint. Ichigo covered his face, painted it black. He then painted his arms black before setting out into the night after the men.
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March 2, 1969; 0012 local time; East of Cambodia
Ichigo crept silently on the fresh trail that was made by the six people. Soon he saw another orange glow through the bushes. . .
He peeked through the leaves and saw two people sitting around a campfire in a very small clearing. Next to them Ichigo saw two straight trees. . . wait, those weren't trees. Those were the barrels of a twin mount Anti-Aircraft gun with foliage stuck on the ends for camoflage. Next to the two men at the campfire were three people; they sat in a circle with their hands behind their backs, their ankles tied together, and gags tied in their mouths. Ichigo recognised them; Ishida, Renji and Kiyone. The man in the conical hat who had killed Urahara was standing next to them, weapon at the ready.
One of the men who was sitting by the campfire stood up and walked over to Kiyone, he grabbed her hands and pulled her up to her feet.
"What are you doing?" the man in the hat asked.
"I'm going to go and 'interrogate' the prisoner." the man said with a wink.
The man in the hat nodded and looked the other way as Kiyone was led toward Ichigo and the jungle. Ichigo quietly slipped a safe distance away. The man threw Kiyone onto the ground with a lustful grin. Kiyone tried to scream but her gag muffled any noise she tried to make. Tears formed as she closed her eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable. The man had just unzipped her dirty flight jacket and was about to continue when a pair of black hands appeared behind him. The hands seemed to be part of the darkness itself as they slowly grabbed the man's head and neck.
Kiyone heard a muffled crack and opened her eyes, two black hands held the man's head. The head of the man was twisted at an unnatrual angle and a pair of black hands holding the limp body. She looked up and saw a pair of eyes, but she couldn't recognise them, they looked. . .
Demonic. . .