VICTORIA INCIDENTS
MUN-DEE – MARKSMAN – KURENAI - FANG
Story by Naufal Muh. Haiqal
"You'll run, but only my Bullet and God to know your next steps."
- Unknown Soldier -
HONG KONG, 1978.The city got brighten by the neon sign, all over the Victoria District. The car horns, sirens and burning tires just make this city loudest than before. The skies are dark and not friendly for everyone. Except two.
"I see the target, sir. On the right building, 4th floor."
"Great vision, Mark. Tell me, did ya see some triads beneath him?"
"Just a Woman and their bodyguards, sir." I don't-"
"Wait. I see the woman hold a pistol."
"What's going on, sir?"
"I think she's not his girlfriend. Her gestures not describing her."
"Bloody hell, I got visual from other sides. They're bring the gun."
"The gun, Mark? What's gun?"
DOOM!
"Lords. She taken out our target!"
"Sight her, NOW!"
"Wait, she's fading out?"
"Fading out? How the hell she do that movement?"
The transmitter just add one channel, a voice of woman clearly heard on the radio.
"You two just tracking my target, right?"
"Heck, who the hell are ya, you bloody wanker!?"
"Don't ask me some baka questions! They're moving to your coordinate!" the transmitter get off.
"Shit, Mark! We must get a hell outta here! Mun-dee out!"
many hours ago
"So, Mark. This is your another run as Hitmarker, right?"
"Yes, sir."
Mun-dee sip his drink, Green Tea. Ricks "Crocodile" Mun-dee, 44, interviewing his companion, Jesse "Marksman" Kid, 31. He's ex-sniper from US Army, retired from services. They sitting in the old tea store on the Victoria Street.
"I see. I once being you in the services when I was, hmm early 20 maybe?"
"You too?"
"Not so, kid." He sip again his drink. "This tea just don't make me fine after next sip."
"That's not how you drink, sir. One shot, one sip." Explain Marks.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks for your info." Said him. "Uh, from where we ended this conversation?"
"Early 20?"
"Yeah. Actually I was being too, yeah, prick in service. Since I stationed with US Army in Philippines and just not doing many thing. When Korean got hot, I got stationed in Humphrey Camp and same as I did in Philippines. But when I got a services to support Cuban Resistances, I help them more that they know. I hit more Cuban Commies and help OP40, but they just left me as a ghost beneath them. So I joined the RED mercenaries and do some Hitman works…"
"And then, when your team was disbanded, you go alone?"
"No. Since in the OP40, I was being hitman. So, I was walk alone before the lads walk alone too."
The Watch beeping hard, time to move up.
"That's the beats, kid. Time to find home."
As two standing up, they walking out and paid the beverages the bought. They pass a woman who sit beside them. She's Asian, beautiful, bob haired, chic and trendy. Marks look her breasts. It inappropriate to do, but he accidentally look that. He throws his eyes as she's looking him. Then, two of them walkout to the street.
"That girl's nice, isn't it?"
"Don't flirt girl if you don't wanna get slap, kid."
"Oh, Ok."
They walk out the canteen. But the woman Marks see following them, then walking out from their track.
Hong-Kong Rooftops, 19.20 PM
The clouds getting darks and rain drops their waters. The moonlight just changed to be the Neon burst. This helping two snipers on the position. They just sit on there from 6 PM. They don't move or sighted by another triads or people in the street.
Mun-Dee just sigh, looking around his room, dark and just a light from outside. He looking the Jarates, The Jar full of Piss that he always bring to make people just feel not comfortable. But now, he just bring 2-3 Jarates, because he know that the Room he rented have a Bathroom inside. He back to his duty, siege the Triads target.
"Sir, found him?"
"No, kid. Too many innocent."
"I see." Said him, in the radio. "Hey, Mun-dee. I feel suspicious about our jobs in Hong Kong."
"What d'ya mean? I don't feel we followed by a bloody Spy or something."
"How 'bout the girl I saw in Tea House? The girl seems know us."
"Don't act like a daft, Marks! Keep sharp. I don't wanna spill some bullets for nothing."
"But…"
"Keep looking!"
"Aye, Aye, sir."
Two of them just silent as long as they could, but Mun-Dee feel guilty to shut him up. 40 seconds later, he speaks up.
"Still there?"
"Yeah, still going, sir."
"Well, sorry, for, you know, being mad."
"It's okay, sir." Said him. "I always get mad by my commander in Vietnam, once upon a time. So, carry on, mate."
"Hehe, y'know how to cheers an Aussie, mate."
"No probs, fella."
"You should teach me how to flirt-viewing girl like that?"
"Like what? Looking the breast quickly as possible?" they get silence, but then he realized that. "Hahaha. Man, I thought you'll forget that." Said Marks, laughing.
"I know. Boys will be Boys, Marks. Rule number one : Never placing on them eyes on women eyes."
"They put them in Women Busts, right?"
They laughing, as the situation getting loosen up.
20.15 PM
"You sight him?"
"Ah… Nope."
The time passed so much. Mun-dee, as he drink his coffee, looking the Triads leader just out from his car. The targets is Chang the Blue Dragon. He's the triads who affiliate with BLU mercs.
"I see the target, sir. On the right building, 4th floor."
"Great vision, Marks. Tell me, did ya see some triads beneath him?"
"Just a Woman and their bodyguards, sir." I don't-"
"Wait. I see the woman hold a pistol."
"What's going on, sir?"
"I think she's not his girlfriend. Her gestures not describing her."
"Waltz-Tango-Foxtrot! I got visual from other sides. They're bring the guns."
"The guns, Mark? What's guns?"
DOOM!
"Lords. She taken down our target!"
"Sight her, NOW!"
"Wait, she's fading out?"
"Fading out? How the hell she do that movement?"
The transmitter just add one channel, a voice of woman clearly heard on the radio.
"You two just tracking my target, right?"
"Heck, who the hell are ya, you bloody wanker!?"
"Don't ask me some baka questions! They're moving to your positions!" the transmitter get off.
"Shit, Mark! We must get a hell outta here! Mun-dee out!"
The Radio turned off. He's packaging his loads as he could. Then hardly open the door and…
KaBOOM!
"Shit. I don't know they play with demolition plan!" He gets up and running out from the room and move towards the lift as he cursing. "Fucking Spy, She must paid this off."
The Transmitter turned on again as he enter the lift, Sounds of Gunfires just make it loud.
"Mun-dee. Come In! I'm on heavy fire!"
"Tell me where you are, Marks!"
"The Apartment rooftops, 2 blocks from my last position"
"How many? I'll calling some air-."
"It's not time to call support, they sabotage them!"
The lift just arrived on the 2nd highest floors of the hotel. Mun-dee running to the stair.
"What d'ya mean, Kid?!"
"Our pilot, they taken out our pilot when I call the support!"
"God-Damnit! Hold on, Marks. I'll go to you now!"
"Better fast than never, Mun-dee! I'll find cover!"
In others place, Marks just get raided by a Machine Gun Cobra. Make him disabled to move swiftly.
"Fuck. I think I should sleep in home right now!" said him as he blindly firing his Bolshevik's.
"You wouldn't do it, man!"
The voice of a girl that he heard come from nowhere. He suddenly shrugged.
"In the name of god! That fucking girl!"
The Girl in the radio actually same girl who he seen in the tea house. She bring her AA Rocket Launcher and launch the missile as the Pilot realize they fucked up.
BOOM! The Heli taken down as the girl run.
"Hell yeah! Take that, bastard!"
The heli down to the downtown, bashing some triads on the street.
"That's how to deal with Aircraft, baka!" said the mysterious girl as she walked to him. But suddenly something happened.
The bullets shot the girl stomach and frantically down as she feeling numb. The girl can't stand, temporary paralyzed. She looks Marks.
"H-H-He-Help me, please…"
But Marks look serious to find someone, from his scope, he looks a man with a sniper rifle, he identified it as The Awful Powerful or AWP. The man realize he'll be his target. It turns to be the Western Duel, but with Sniper Rifles. The AWP versus the Hitmarker, VSS Vintores. The Blue side versus the Bright Light of Red. The Professional against the Expert Mercenary. Two of them ready to pull. Then, he catches his breath and exhales it,
One trigger, one shot and…
BOOM!
One Kill. The triad sniper fallen down to the street. He wins.
kowloon, hk, 1978, 00.01 PM
"I believe your action makes all of us getting into new problem."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"Not you, kid. You did it like what I want. One shot, One Kill. Stand-off and wins."
"But because my action, this is happened, Mun-dee."
"Looks, It's okay. You did your jobs." Said him as he walking through the cold, wet hallways. "However, if she didn't appear and got our target, we don't find the safehouse for saves her right now."
They just arrived on Kowloon City. The Walled Outlaw Town of Hong Kong. Many expelled Triads, War Machine and demented political prisoners are lived here and die anyway in this place too. They picking that girl body as she still 'sleeps'. Her lower body was covered by a bloods.
"I can't hold her too much."
"Push your limit, damnit."
"Okay." Said him. "What are you, girl? A pack of Mini Elephants?"
They arrived to Mun-dee and Marks friend, John Fang, the Sharpshooter. He's ex-China Army who served to fight along the NVA. But he deflected to South Vietnam as he discover what their battalion do with American Army, So he joind the SOG. Now, he lived well in Kowloon. Maybe the places never reflected the wellness of his life but this is what he lived for now. As an exile.
Mun-dee knocking the door. Marks seem can't hold her body too long. Then, Fang opened door, seems surprised with what he seen.
"Yaou Moo Gau Lan Chou! Rick!"
"Something happened in Victoria, Fang."
"I'm not talking about that. I know you'll do that." Said him, not taking that problem too much. "Is that two dead bodies on the floor?!"
Fang pointed the 'bodies' he mean. Actually, Marks just falling down and sign him to help him.
"Aw, bloody hell." As he helping Marks, he talking to Fang while Marks manage to stand up while Mu-dee pick up her to his bed."How's your bed? Still good?"
"For what? Necrophilia's practice?"
"No. She still alive. She just collapse, shocked."
"Damn. Can I call Mr. Wei Deng? He's Doctor in this town."
"I see this wound is not so worse than I know." Said Mun-dee. "But for the worst scenario, call him."
Fang nods to him as he ready to find Dr. Wei."
"It doesn't make sense to me. How could you said she's lightly wounded?"
"Shall I said that the bullets never truly shoot the stomach? Take a look."
Marks stand up, walks to the bed where the girl lying on there. He finding out the bullets through her side of her stomach. He's touching the wounds.
The Girl wakes up. Screaming.
"ARGHHH! Nani? Where am I?"
They just surprised and shrugged. That was loud.
"Damn, you. Can you girl just quiet? My ears getting explode."
"Where am I, goddamnit!?"
Mun-dee take his kukri and let his kukri faces her beauty face.
"No. Where are you come from, mate?"
"This is not…AH!" said her, pain on her wound strikes her.
"If you want to get a medicine from us. Just let to know who you're, lady."
The girl just shut. She can't tell who she is.
"Not your business, baka!" She hold her kunai on her back. Slowly trying to stab Mun-dee crotch. "My target, my job. No one want to takes my target whatever its cost."
"So you want to play blades and sword, right?"
The duel almost started, but it is interrupted by Marks.
"Whoa. Whoa! Easy, easy. There's no Bloody fight in this place. We're all fucked from the time you kicked our target." Said him, cooling down the situation. "Why we don't start partnering from now? I'm already sure that girl actually know someone else."
"Some who?" said the Girl.
"Did you know Pauling Scott? Wife of Jeremiah Scott?"
"Wait, why did you ask her about Scout?! She must be from BLU too!"
"Then why she killing the Triads boss if she could be a BLU merc?! What actually she wants?!"
"I don't care if she saying something she said. Spy always be the SPY!"
The silences between Marks and Mun-dee just make this situation worse. But suddenly, The Girl said something.
"Pauling? She's alive?"
"Hell?"
She cried, she could take her tears anymore. She reminded something.
"That woman, she was helped me…"
"She knows Pauling, bloody god…"
"…Her man, they said, Scout, he also help me. I-I…" Now she's crying as intense as her memories sway her to her sadness and her pain on her wound getting harder.
"Calm down, lady. Don't push your sadness too deep."
"I-I'm-I'm sorry, Pauling. I'm sorry…"
"I know. This girl was the one that Pauling tell about. Kurenai, The Little Ninja."
"The Little Ninja?"