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To: Dr. E. Director, GJHQ
From: Ensign C. Oyle, USCG, on detached duty to GJ
Chopper 1 Pilot, Operation Midas
Doctor,
I am now completing my temporary assignment to Global Justice. I have learned more about law enforcement, drug interdiction, and anti-terrorism techniques in the last year than I learned in all four years at New London. Serving alongside the brave and dedicated women and men of Global Justice has been the greatest honor of my, admittedly brief, career.
With one exception.
On July 30, I was called in for a pre-mission flight briefing. As I wasn't scheduled to fly that day, I was surprised. At the briefing, I was told that the senior pilot had reported for sick call, and I was the next helicopter pilot on the duty roster.
We were going to arrest the flamboyant billionaire, turned would-be world conqueror, Senior Senior Senior. I was in heaven. For a moment, I almost thought I knew how the soldiers who captured Saddam Hussein felt.
Then I saw them. Well, her actually. The blonde young man does tend to blend in with the background, but that red mane stands out anywhere.
Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. I first heard of them while at the Academy. Olive, my 11-year-old cousin in Upperton, talked about them every time she e-mailed me. It was like she was Team Possible's publicist. When I told her I would be working for Global Justice, she screamed and demanded that I get her autographs from Kim and Ron.
I think Olive took over my brain when I saw them asking where they should load their gear. In what was perhaps the single most unprofessional moment I've had since being commissioned, I practically ran to that pair. We took some photographs that they sent immediately to Olive's e-mail and they gave me some 3 x 5 snapshots they autographed to Olive and me.
As I put the pictures back in my locker, Agent Du walked by. As he approached the helicopters, I asked him why Team Possible wasn't at the pre-mission briefing?
He looked confused for a moment, then he saw them by chopper 2, talking to Sgt. Stone. He instructed me to start preflight on chopper 1.
A few minutes later, he entered chopper 1 and I repeated my question. I'll never forget the answer. "Not that it's any of your business, ensign, but the amateurs are here as observers, ONLY."
I didn't think I had overstepped any rules of decorum so badly as to merit an academy style dressing down. But if there is one thing that academy life teaches you, it's how to shut up and ignore it. We then took off without further incident.
About an hour before we reached the Senior's island, I lost chopper 2 on the radar and told Agent Du. He looked out the door, saw them behind us, and told us that one, they must have switched to stealth mode. And two, stealth mode was NOT proscribed for this assignment. That pilot had better have a very good explanation when we got back or he would be facing disciplinary action.
Just before making visual contact with the island, chopper 2 veered away from our course to take up a support position on the far side of the island. In the meantime, Agent Du ordered me to land in the central courtyard of the Senior's lair compound.
When I saw the missile launchers pop up from behind the shrubbery, I thought I would never be so scared in my life. I had the vehicle airborne half a second before Agent Du gave the order. And that was only half a second before the first missile fired through the place our helicopter was.
I have been in live fire situations while flying drug interdiction missions in the Coast Guard, but I've never tried to evade Soviet-era-surplus Surface to Air Missiles.
As we cleared the edge of the island, I saw chopper 2 and moved to intercept. We noticed that they were chasing a boat, but it was just a little faster than the helicopter. Something streaked out of chopper 2 towards the speedboat and I shouted, "They're launching!"
Without checking, Agent Du released two heat-seeking missiles of our own at the Seniors. For the second time that day, I was scared because I then realized that Chopper 2 didn't launch missiles. That was Team Possible in their Jetpacks.
After the explosion and the loss of Lt. Swan, Agent Du lost it. He was quoting orders from Apocalypse Now. Berating the other pilot for letting the observers interfere. He even demanded that we rescue Lt. Swan to court-martial him for losing Junior. When Sgt. Stone tripped while getting into chopper 1 from the ocean, he accidentally fell into Agent Du. Coincidentally, his uninjured fist accidentally landed on Agent Du's nose. Why Agent Du chose that time to take a nap, I might never know.
As I said before, I have learned a lot during my year with Global Justice. Although I can not regard may service with Agent Du in Operation Midas as honorable, I have learned quite a bit about command from the incident.
Thank you for the opportunity to assist, to learn, and to serve.
I will bear all this in mind as I endeavor to be always ready.
Semper ParatusEnsign Castor Oyle, USCG
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Author's note
This chapter represents the members of the Operation Midas crew who were less experienced than Agent Du.
Why the complete breakdown for Du at the end? My own personal experience with mental illness, delusions, and fanaticism. There is nothing like the feeling as you watch the picture of the world that you have painted around yourself come crashing down. Today, I joke about it as a means of coping. But at the time, I was close to pure paranoia.
Wil Du saw the mission start exactly as he planned. And with the exception of chopper 2 going to stealth mode, everything proceeded exactly as planned. Even the unopposed landing in the main compound was part of the plan. Then the missiles started flying and suddenly, nothing was going as planned.
I count myself lucky that no one died or was seriously hurt as a result of my break down. But there were moments when I might have done significant damage. The people involved with Operation Midas were not so fortunate. Wil Du had his hands on the controls of missiles as he lost it.
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Due to a number of reviews, I wish to state unambiguously to all my readers, and King Features Syndicate, that Ensign Castor Oyle, USCG, and his cousin Olive are NOT related to the associates of Chief Petty Officer Popeye, USNR, and Merchant Marine.