A Nautilus Production.
By Capt. Nemo
No reviews for my last chapter or the ones that I rewrote just for y'all, what is this world coming too? Well I guess that the only way to fix that is to write a better chapter. As I said before, I am also in the middle of a major rewrite.
Writing this one has been hard. I am trying to keep Ranma's ability toned down to what it really is and not make him some all powerfull martial artist. That is the one kind of fanfic tha I really hate you know. I just don't like the ones where Ranma is so powerfull that nothing can touch him. In this fanfic he will encounter a challeng that he might not be able to defeat. I will release who he is fighting when I get to that chapter.
In the mean time, it's time for those famous words:
On with the story.
Chapter 9
Leads
It had been two weeks since the attack. Those that had fallen had been buried and those that had lived carried on. They had lifted there drinks to them in rememberance and had sworn revenge against those that had been behind the attack. Every intellagence agency from the Mossad to the KGB to the CIA where involved in the hunt for those men. Field officers where out asking questions and listening for any information. Spy satellites where listening in on phone convesations and taking pictures of those suspected behind the attack.
The biggest clue that they had was the letter that John Clark had recived from a man everyone thought was dead. John Brightling was thought to have died in the rain forest after having his plot to kill of most of humanity to save the earth stopped. The FBI had been able to confirm that the hand writing was indeed his. Furthermore they got information that a man who looked like him had walked out of the jungle wearing the skin of a mountian lion and a knife on his hip. He had been bleeding from several places and didn't remember who he was. Another piece of information that arose was a report of over ten million dollers being stolen from Horizon Corparation using Brightlings old acces codes. The money had never been found. The man hunt was soon under way.
Houston Texas
John Weathers, AKA John Brightling, ran a medium sized import/export company. He had started it up with the money he had taken form the Horizon Corparation. It was running smothly and he was getting ready to had back into the medical industry. On his desk where the papers for Worthing Medical and Pharmacutical. He was starting it up for a young doctor who wanted to start up his own company making medical supplies. He wanted to find a way to make them cheaper, but not degrade the quality of the product. After helping the company get on its feet, he would back off and let the doctor run it.
He was doing this because he was once a young doctor setting out to try to change the world, and look where that got him.
CIA Headquarters
Mail, there was always mail. It was always coming in and it all had to be checked for dangerous materials. After passing through several tests It was then opened and then it was sorted into several different catagories, some of it went to Public Relations and some of it ended up before the director. Some mail was hand delivered, one of these was a thick envelope from the Vatican addresed to the acting directors, Mr and Mrs Foley. Mary Pat Foley was director of field operation and her husband was the head director. When she read through the letter that came with it she was astounded by what it said. With in half an hour the information that came in the package was on the desk of their best analyst. The analyst had what was considered a lucky desk, it was once used by the current President when he worked there.
The information had been gathered by a priest during confession. He was a part of the Vaticans intelligance agency. He reported what he had heard in confession one day and what he heard was enough for the Vatican to pass it on to the CIA. It was information about the attack on the SAS and Rainbow.
A ship captian come into confession one day to ask for forgiveness because he had helped transport some of the terrorists on his ship. He had been chartered to take them to the coast of England where they had been met by smaller boats that had taken the terrorists on shore. He thought that the men where trying to immigrate illeagly, a function he had help many people with over the years. He was able to tell them where he had pick them up. When news of the attack reached him he knew it was the men that he had carried and had wreastled with himself about what to do and had finnaly gone to confession.
Rainbow HQ.
"John, we've had a major break through in the case. I'm sending it over by speacial courier." Mary Pat told John Clark. When the Foley's had been going through training, Clark had been thier training officer. He had taught the greatest husband and wife team in the CIA everything they knew. She was passing along any information that she could so that the team could be ready to act in a moments noticed.
"Thanks MP. I'll make shur that it gets put to good use." Clark promised her.
Somewherein the middle east
A meeting was taking place out side a market. Several men had gotten togeather to decide what to do know. They had struck a major blow to their enemies and where looking for a way to exploit it. They wher preparing to wage a war. A new kind of war, a war with no rules using all they had avalible to use.
"So, we are agrees then. We will start operations in one weeks time. We might fail, but I believe that by stricking a lot of smaller blows, we will strike a larger blow then the last one.
TBC
Well folks I decided to keep this one short because I wanted to get this one out there. I am sorry for not posting another rewrite, I am currently working on it and the next chapter.
On another note: Please leave a review, y'all left me high and dry on my last chapter, and don't worry, All major characters will appear in the next chapter. It will be a funny one I promise. I might even have a blue dinosaur, I don't know.
On another note, I will soon be releasing a Full Metal Panic? Fumoffu/Evangelion cross called Full Metal Panic: EVA