Ron's Worst Nightmares

Rattenkrieg, Movement 3

By Pat Squared

Warning: Adult Language

"Thank you, Herr Mueller ... I should be there in an hour and a half. She knows me ... Thank you."

After twelve days, Dr. Parks finally tracked down the red headed bitch responsible for almost killing Lieutenant Boiarskii.

How in the hell could I ever trust her? She sounded so sincere that I bought her line about helping Vee. Good, I fell for the pretty face. We all fell for the pretty, expectant mother. Now I only pray that Vee's kid takes after her father.

The thought of the betrayal rankled Dr. Parks.

He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to kill her. But for now, he would settle for breaking her as she broke her lover.

Bitch. All that red-headed cunt was ever good for was destroying and deceiving. No even Delilah could eff up Samson as much as that Kim Whore mess up Vasilii.

Dr. Parks took a deep breath. Vasilii needed him. Vee was still in need of help. Dr. Parked remembered the look on Vee's face when Vee was going to jump off the roof of the hospital after she left him in the middle of the night. No matter how hard that no good for anything slut abuse Vasilii, he would forgive her.

When Dr. Parks told Vee to date another girl, Vee nearly came unglued. When Vee's unit was given a day of leave before going off to combat, Dr. Parks had to get Vee's company commander to order Vee off base.

The experience almost destroyed Vasilii.

Vasilii had something that girls instinctively were attracted to. It was not confidence or mojo. It was more of that younger, goofy brother vibe that perked their interest in the lonely boy.

Vee was a heterosexual male. Like any male bereft of love, Vee did not turn down an invitation to the bedroom from a reasonably attractive female. What Dr. Parks did not expect was the intense guilt trip that Vee experience afterward.

It was 2230 and Vee was knocking on the door of Dr. Parks' quarters. Vee did the deed and then had to go out and get fall down drunk in a feeble attempt to deal with the guilt of not being loyal to the bitch that flushed Vasilii down the crapper like a used condom. Vasilii deserved someone better, but his heart was being held hostage by her.

Dr. Parks remembered overdosing with Vasilii with strong coffee in between doses of pure oxygen and food to absorb the alcohol before Vasilii had to report back to his commanding officer.

Now it was Dr. Parks' turn to pay the harlot back in full.

"Dr. Park, I ..."

"Kim, I pulled some strings to speak to you. Did anyone here speak to you?"

Kim tried to shake her head, but finally croaked a "No."

Dr. Park suppressed a smile. He was going to destroy her. He was going to break her in a way that only her worst enemies could enjoy.

"You are under arrest for one count of premeditated murder, fleeing a crime scene, and reckless endangerment of your unborn child."

"What?"

Dr. Park used his I am your friend and it's my sad duty to tell you the bad news voice.

In short, he was going to lie.

"In your note, you admit to giving Vasilii or Ron Stoppable an extra dose of pain killers and sleeping pills."

"I did it so that he would be free to love Anastasia."

Dr. Park shook his head.

"Yes, he loved her. Do you not love your brothers? Anastasia was his twin sister."

"But he had no sister...he was an only child."

"There was a lot of sad thing that he kept from you. He was born in Estonia. His real mother was executed by the Soviets before his eyes for espionage. His real grandfather and great-grandfather had ties to the forest brothers and SS. He was nearly beaten and starved to death in a Moscow orphanage set up for the children of executed political dissidents. It was called the Doll House, a pretty name for a place were over ninety percent of the kids did not even make it through their first year.

"Only the fact that the Russians could make money off of international adoptions and white slavery during and after the fall of the Soviet Union ensured that your boyfriend was not killed before he was adopted to a couple who lost their child. His sister was not as lucky. The sister he vowed to protect was taken away, turned into a child prostitute and ultimately died at the hands of a brutal client at age twelve. You know that that he only found out about her fate two years ago. You know that he still feels guilty about being unable to protect her. He was four when he had to step up to protect his family, and he still blames himself for failing to save her. He was only four, but he still believes that it was his fault instead of the fault of the criminals that ran that facility.

"When he came to America, he was turned away by his father's family and adopted out. He was not allowed to be Vasilii Alexovich Boiarskii anymore. They told him to be Ronald Dean Stoppable. They punished him because he could never replace a two year old child that died in a pool accident. They punished him because he could not speak English and only spot a smattering of German, Estonian, and Russian. They beat him for every mispronounced word, every time he slipped and use a German, Estonian, or Russian word.

"They broke him. Mr. Stoppable used an electrical cord or belt buckle on him for every little frustration that Mr. Stoppable encountered. Mrs. Stoppable beat him, but worse told him that he was nothing and that she hated him. He was four when Mr. Stoppable circumcised him without any painkiller. They cut him off from his past so they can pretend that a certain tragedy did not occur in theirs. They destroyed his spirit save for a little piece of hope that his love for you, Kim Possible.

"You were the one thing that made his life worth living. You were the one thing that kept him from becoming the next Charles Manson, BTK or Green River Killer. He loved you. He wanted nothing but your happiness. He was worried that he would not be good enough for you. He was worried that you would not love him if he told you about his real family. He was worried that you would not want someone as messed up as me."

Kim was shocked by the truth that Dr. Parks was sharing with her. Ron needed her and she ... she destroyed him. Now she knew why that Ron did not want her coming to his house. Now she knew why Ron would be sick for days when they were kids. Now she knew why Ron insisted that she stay at her home when they encountered the brain switching machine.

"...in his weakened condition, doubling up the dose was enough to paralyze his chest muscles. The autopsy revealed that he suffocated to death. According to the medical examiner, he was fully conscious when he was dying, but could not summon any help. His lungs were literally crushed by his chest. As for the fleeing the crime scene, there is a German law that forbids criminals to leave the scene of a crime they committed. Also in German, there is no thing such as a legal abortion. According to what I know, if an expectant mother endangers her child it is the same as endangering your child after it's born in the eyes of the German legal system."

"But ..."

Kim now had images of Ron's chest crushing his lungs running in her mind.

"German law runs on the Napoleonic Code, not the common law code used in Britain and America. There is no such thing as legal precedent, an insanity defense, guaranteed representation by an attorney, court interpreters, plea bargaining, or trial by jury. It's guilty until you prove yourself innocent. Normally I would not be allowed to see you, but I had a friend cross-credentialed with this hospital so they think that I am just another doctor making a physical assessment on the status of your health."

Kim looked at Dr. Parks and totally broke down.

"As for your child, the trauma of the accident was too extent for you to continue carrying the child. The doctors did a C-section. Your child is a couple weeks premature and is in critical condition in the neonatal unit. Because of the nature of the charges and the fact that you were not in your right minds according to the EMT's and emergency room staff ... they won't let you see her.

"According to German law, she is now a ward of the state pending the legal outcome of your case. However, odds are that the German courts, bowing to pressure from the American consulate will grant custody to your parents. However, there are no guarantees if Vasilii's parents decide to waive their rights and just grant custody to the German Youth Authorities. However to do that, you have to go to trial first.

"I hate to give you bad news, but its best that you know what's really happening. Unlike in America, there is no such thing as patient-physician confidentiality in Germany so don't ask or tell the staff anything. They are allowed to lie and entrap you. Pretend that there is no case pending. No matter what they do to you, tell you, or hint to you - It's very important that you go along with me on this. Just sleep. If you are unconscious, they cannot interrogate you. If they push, act crazy. They may put you in the loony bin. However if you are there, they cannot put you on trial nor can they seize custody of your daughter before the American Consulate can step in and ensure that your daughter be given to your family."

Kim could not believe what Dr. Parks is saying to her. She was now one of the criminal she chased in her youth. No, she was worse. She killed Ron and her child's fate lied God knows where because of her. She had no choice but to act crazy.

Kim wondered if she was already crazy. It made sense in a twisted way. For years, she was obsessed with being Ms. Perfect and controlling Ron. She used Ron and did not pay attention to him. Ron needed her and she ignored his silent pleas for help. She knew that Ron was weak after getting out from the hospital. She should have not messed with his medications. Just because her mother was a doctor did not mean that Kim was a fountain of medical knowledge.

Dr. Parks had the bitch where she belonged. When she followed his advice, the German hospital staff would lock her in the loony bin. He had enough documentation to ensure the she would spend a long time where she could no longer hurt Vasilii. He had enough documentation to ensure that Vasilii would not have to fight for custody, but have it given to him on a silver platter. In the worst case, the child would be given to her parents. Anything was better than her.

When Vasilii finds out that Kim simply lost it mentally, he would stop blaming himself. He would accept that Kim was ill and she was in a place that could help her. Vasilii will be stuck raising his child. That would ensure that Vasilii did not jump off a bridge or use his skill for contact-range target practice with a pistol, rifle, or worse, shotgun. After a while, he would accept that Kim would never return to sanity and move on to find love elsewhere.

Best part, the Kim bitch would be exactly where she belongs.

Lieutenant Boiarskii reported to the company commander.

"Vasilii, grab a seat. I have to ask you a no-shitter. Did you or did you not threaten to torture a prisoner?"

Vasilii stood at attention. "At no time did I ever explicitly threaten to remove any part of a prisoner's anatomy with a pair of pruning shears. Other than that, I exert my privilege under the 32nd article of the uniform code of military justice until I have a chance to review the particulars of any charges made against me."

"Sit down, my preliminary investigation is over, and I find that there are no merits to pressing charges, as the charges are baseless. Lieutenant, sit down. Your prisoner told us about a company. However, tonight I need second platoon to verify that he did not omit other units."

"Sir, what about the ..."

"The prisoner was gibbering about a scarred up lieutenant who was the modern day disciple of the Marquis de Sade. J2 told me to investigate. I just have to have a medic wipe your K-bar down for blood evidence. Private Fuller told me you accidentally cut yourself in the scuffle to capture the prisoner. Good work, Boairskii."

"Thank PFC Fuller, Corporal Miller, Sergeant Obyo, and Doc Holloway. They put together the plan to save Private Norris. Miller and Obyo are Cincinnati SWAT, Fuller just happened to be up near me because he took French in high school, and Holloway is just a kick ass corpsman, read a squid with balls. Hauling in a prisoner to interrogate was a bonus of fate, however, it took some brass ones to go into a known ambush sight, unable to use fragmentation grenade, and rescue a down comrade. I am going to put them in for a silver star for rescuing a fallen comrade under fire and having enough pose to take advantage of a fluid tactical situation to capture a prisoner."

"What about you?"

"I have enough medal and scars to last a lifetime sir. I just want to see my marines taken care of and returned home to their families unharmed."

Ron knew that if the CO could read his mind, Ron would have been slapped in the nearest loony bin and the staff will throw away the key. He knew that the part of him called Vasilii would have gone all the way and actually torture the prisoner if the demonstration of insanity failed. He talked to the marines who witnessed the incident and convinced them that it was an act.

However, Ron knew that it was not an act.

Vasilii was molded by every negative thing that Ron swallowed without complaint. Ron and Vasilii would fight over whose world view will determine the future of the blond, dark-eyed body they co-inhabited. They both accepted that they needed each other, but both accepted that they will try to dominate the other.

The after action report was simply as follows: One marine WIA – sent to the battalion aid station and would be medivaced to Landstuhl for further treatment; four dozen rounds, two fragmentation grenades, two distraction devices expended; eight enemy KIA, one enemy WIA and taken prisoner. Intelligence stating that there is a company of infantry in the northeast quarter of Verdun hidden among refugees.

Tonight, second and third platoons will be assaulting the suspected enemy HQ. The marines would move into the adjacent buildings and proved cover while third platoon would be paying the French a visit. The UAV drone provided overhead photos, but overhead photos is not an interior layout of the building. There were two walk-in metal doors, ten metal fire doors, and six roll up doors in the rear loading bays. The warehouse dimensions were 50 meters by 75 meters and the walls were twenty centimeter thick concrete with rebar and a false brick façade.

What concerned Vasilii so much was the fact that no one would stay in such a place without another way out. Probably underground, otherwise it would be too easy to seal off and pound with an artillery fire mission.

There simply weren't enough warm bodies to launch an assault. However, there never were.

Tonight, Ron would use the tricks that Yori and Master Sensei showed him. The bad guys laid a trap. All traps had a weakness. Their weakness was that any trap remained open until sprung. He planed to slip in and out without springing open the trap.

It was 2230 and thankfully tonight was a new moon.

Ron had carefully applied his camouflage face paint careful to dull the high spots and cover all exposed skin. Since stealth was the order of the day, he relinquish everything but his BDU's, his boots, a combat knife, an integrally suppressed Colt SMG-9SD 9x19mm Parabellum submachine gun, four spare magazines, night vision goggles, field glasses, and a small two way radio with an improvised LASH head set that picked up the vibrations from his throat. With it, his platoon would be able to hear him clearly even if his sub-vocalized his transmission. His companion tonight was a former hunting guide from Wyoming armed with the identical gear, and a digital video camera with night vision capability and transmission gear.

Slowly the pair examined the buildings around the warehouse. The only form of life belonged to insects and furry four legged mammals that went squeek and enjoyed cheese. As the pair cleared a building, a fire team from the second platoon would quietly occupy it, preparing it into a fortified bunker for tomorrows scheduled assault.

By 0300, all the buildings with a line of sight on the warehouse was cleared. Things were too quiet.

Ron examined the building through the binoculars. There were a limited number of entrances and exits that could be covered with a booby trap or IED. Having been trained as a combat engineer, Ron could only imagine how he would defend it. However with refuges, bombing the structure was a no-no.

The doors would definitely be booby trapped. Blasting in a hole in the wall was the same as committing to an all out assault. Ron looked for a drain pipe or something to use to climb up the building. However, someone cut the pipe.

The only way in without knocking on the door was from below or above. Above was not an option. Everyone knew that Americans were known for fast roping out of choppers. That left the sewers.

Ron prayed that the bad guys were just about as dumb about sewers as the villains he and KP faces off against during his teen years. Then he cursed himself. KP was right to ditch him. He was some sick freak who raped her and the only reason she ever came back was because of the baby. After boot camp and on his twenty-four hour leave, he proved that he was a lecherous snake.

Sure, I'm hurting... oh, poor me for effing an ex-playmate Creole and six college girls in a week. And then riding that Heidi Schultz bareback eight times on that one day leave before we went into France. I wouldn't be surprised if they come after me for child support – Christ knows that I did not even bother with a condom. I know that I will feel bad, yet I still do it ...them.

Get your perverted mind off your sexual conquests. Yori ... Christ Ron you are really effing sick-wrong in the noodle. Just after you break up with Kim, you fantasized about her so much your dick itches in the morning like you just had sex.

Sick-wrong your effing bastard. Get your mind back into the game. Maybe when all is said and done, you can salvage something. Your child still needs a father figure, or at least an example of what type of boyfriend to avoid.

The feeling of a metal trip wire brought Ron Stoppable back to the here and now. Ron followed the trip wire to a US made claymore mine. Half a step and his daughter's father would become ground meat fit for Homo sapiens sausages.

However was here expected that he would think about coming from below. Ron motioned for Lance Corporal White to remain while he scouted ahead.