A Nautilus Production.

By Capt. Nemo

Well I've gotten good reviews on my first chapter, now lets see if I can do the same for this one.

A word on the time line, this story takes place after The Bear and the Dragon by Tom Clancy.

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On with the story

I don't own anything other then the original characters.

It was still dark when Ranma awoke. When he looked at his alarm he saw that it read 4:45. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, he decided to get breakfast started. He then got out of bed and headed towards the shower. He missed relaxing in a furo, just sitting there and letting the hot water soak your skin. 'I might be able to get something like that here. I could buy no problem, the problem is where would put it. I mean there are rules against installing things here.' It was during this thought process that the hot water shut off and the water became ice cold.

Coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold Ranma-chan muttered to herself as she came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. She had been forced to learn some modisty when it came to her female body in the army. After almost being court-martialed for walking around base with no shirt on. Her unit had been doing hand to hand practice and because the weather was hot, Most of the men, Ranma included, had taken there shirts off and had gone out side. After about an hour, a lite rain started to fall. It was enough to trigger his curse. After beating the living day lights out of the unit for trying to get a feel, she headed back to the training hall to pick up her shirt. Along the way she bumbed into the comanding general. He had been fair and listened to her story, he then told her that she was under orders to wear a shirt all the time.

After Ranma had changed back and eaten breakfast he went out for a lite work out. After he was done, he went to go join the team for the morning run. As he approched he could see that team members where gathering and doing streatches. He could see that these men had killed to protect others from the way they carried themselves. These men where willing to kill to protect others.

"Hey Saotome, why don't you lead off this morning. I want to see what your made of." Chavez suggested

"Okay. Lets get ready to go." Ranma said as the team fell into formation with Ranma at the head. He started with a lite jog, almost a walk, and slowly picked up the pace. Soon he was a good pace and everyone behind him was doing pretty good. No one was talking, they where saving all there energy for the rest of the day. After following Chavez's directions

"Ok sir." Ranma said as went to the head of the formation and started running. He started at an easy pace and very slowly picking up speed to a medium jog. About mid way he decided to incresed the pace to a fast jog. When he saw the shooting house come into view, he picked up the pace even more, to a medium run. When they where within 1000 yard of the building he broke out into a fast run. When they got to the building everyine was breathing heavily, some even leaned against the building. They had never had a run like that before.

"Okay Saotome, I think we can say that you are in excellent physicall condition. Much better then any of us anyway." Chavez told Ranma. After that he turned to the rest of team. "Okay everyone, we've had a chance to catch our breath, now let go punch some targets." He said as he went into the building with the rest of the team following him.

Inside the building was an indoor fireing line with paper targets and shooting stations with guns already laid out. Everyone went to a station and started shooting at the targets. The shooting was a little off due to everyone still be slightly winded after the run, however, Ranma had been putting each round through the same hole while everyone else had a small grouping. The only one who was able to match Ranma was Elltoro. He was the teams best shot with a pistol, and that was about to be challenged by Ranma.

One of the troopers came up to Ranma after the shooting practice was over. "Hey your the new guy right? Well I have never seen shooting like that." The man said. He was about 6'3" tall with short brown hair and brown eyes. He talked with a slight accent that sounded like it was from southern United States.

"Its not anything special. I can do everytime really, I was always good at shooting after I got over my dislike for guns." Ranma stated. As a martial artist he had looked down on guns at the begining, but over time he saw that there was a sort of art to them. Once he had mastered it he could give any olympic shooter a run for his/her money. Ranma could shoot a dime out of the air at fifty yards. He had once shoot a gernade as it sailed toward him causing it detonate early.

"Not anything special? Well I can't blame you for that I guess. I mean if you can do better then that, shouldn't you be long rifleman?" the man asked. "By the way, My names John Terry."

"Well I guess that its because I'm so good at assualt, I am also good at scouting." Ranma said. They turned in there guns and headed for the office where they would look over reports if known terrorists. They looked over the reports to become familiar with terrorists just in case they ran into one on a mission.

"Well I'm good at sea born assults, I was part of the Coast Gaurd Tacital Law Enforcement Team back home. I don't know why they picked me and not some Navy SEAL. I Guess that means that I'm th best around though. I don't like it. I mean the one who taught me was Master Chief Brown. I remember the one time that he came out one mission holding this little girl that hard been hurt. When he gave her back to her parents he was in tears." John's eyes began to tear up as he rembered the day that Master Chief Brown had made the ultimate sacrifice to save a life. He had gone into a blazing ship to save a young child. Several minutes later he came out with the child wrapped in a wet blanket, bleeding. There had been one terrorist left on the boat and had stabbed him in the back. He had killed the man. When he came out he collapsed and died before help could arrive.

"I know what mean. I remember the man who taught that taking life was sometimes called for. He died during a raid on a drug warehouse. Putting himself between several women and the dealers. He stood his ground out in the open, drawing fire from everyone of them." Ranma replied remembering Sargent Yamato. They had arrived at the office when the phone on his rang.

"Sargent Saotome." Ranma answered.

Mr. Saotome there's a women her claiming to be your wife. She attempted to assault one of the guards with a mallet. She's in holding right now sir. I suggest that you come and get her. (Crash) Mother of God she's got another of the bloody things. Someone help us, she's trying to break out. The man at the other end of the line said. He was scared.

"Sir, I'll be right over."

There Chapter two rewrite done and completed. Now to start on chapter 3 rewrite.

I am going to post the rewrites with new chapters. I once again thank those that have given me reviews. They are one of reasons that I write, The other reason is that I like to write.

Until next time...

Keep your stick on the ice.