CHAPTER 7
Cyrus and MOS I
1
Noon has risen in Robotropolis. Not too far away from the underground base where the hedgehogs reside is an underground laboratory. Within this cartoon-like lab stood a lion, slightly taller than Sonic, possesses a huge puffy yellow mane, and wearing a teal jumpsuit. His name is Cyrus, and his father was the robot that took Ryan's bag while being taken to his cell.
Cyrus can be described as a geek. He works on machines and engines for a living. Most of his gadgets have helped the Sonic Underground on a multitude of successful missions. Cyrus' late father has been into engineering as well, which rubbed off of him and onto his son.
A year ago, Cyrus was forced to spy on the hedgehogs for Robotnik, in return for his father not to be robotosized. However, in the end, Robotnik cheated on his deal and robotosized his father anyway. Cyrus has wanted revenge on Robotnik ever since.
Cyrus sat in his lab reading the newspaper. On the front page is a photograph of the destroyed ballroom Ryan blew up yesterday. Right above that is the headline in large print: BALLROOM BLOWS UP DURING AUCTION. Cyrus lowered the paper down to the near-empty workshop table and spun his small chair around to face Sonic, Sonia, and Manic waiting for his answer.
"Gigantic explosion at Robotropolis ballroom leaves unknown SWAT Bots destroyed and seven aristocrats injured?!" Cyrus yelled as if he was a police Captain yelling at his Non-Sword officers for messing up. "Aristocrats state a human man caused disturbance and chaos throughout the auction and even threatened to kill Robotnik."
"He did what he had to do," Sonic said.
"I understand that, but we try to keep a low profile, now everyone knows about the man staying with you," Cyrus said.
"And he also knows that they'll have a tough time trying to catch him. He fights a different way than us, Cy," Manic said. Cyrus sighed knowing he was right.
"Who exactly is he? You told me his army profile was a fake, certainly not an aircraft mechanic," Cyrus asked.
"His name is Staff Sergeant Ryan Perreault, he's a Green Beret," Sonia explained to Cyrus. The triplets were expecting Cyrus to fall out of his chair in shock, but he just sat there.
"I'm amazed he's Special Forces, but at the same time, it explains everything he has done so far. I'd like to see him now," Cyrus said to them, sliding out of his chair.
2
FOUR YEARS AGO
Ryan stood waiting with the group of 14. He, as well as everyone else, has been in the Special Forces Qualification Course for 13 weeks. It was no surprise that everyone passed the individual phase. Ryan has been away from home for 24 weeks now. He spent three at Fort Benning for Airborne training, four at the Preparation course, another four at Selection, and now he just finished week 13 of the Q-Course and finished the Individual Phase. It was easy so far. Then again, it was early and Ryan has only got 36 weeks left before graduation.
Soon enough, an officer approached the fourteen in the large gazebo tent. This officer had a gold oak leaf cluster on his insignia, ranking him as a Major. Just like the 'Captain' from Selection, this Major had his name tape removed and he is wearing heavy Oakley sunglasses, disguising his identity. Following the Major are four Sergeants, each one looking like a Master Sergeant. Immediately, the fourteen stood at attention seeing him.
"As you were," the nameless Major said. The fourteen recruits relaxed. "You men will be going onto the MOS phase, that is the Military Occupational Skills. All Special Forces operators are trained in warfare, but each individual member has a certain role within his Operational Detachment Alpha so that each of you will work together as a team. I'm going to call you up, one by one and you immediately report to the Sergeant I assign you to."
The Major looked at his clipboard and began reading off the names. Ryan was excited he was getting this far in his training.
"The 18-Echo is the Communications Sergeant. Recruits Adams, Rush, and Samsung, report to Master Sergeant Jackson," the Major announced. Three of the recruits got up and ran to one of the four Sergeants. "For the 18-Delta, the Medical Sergeants, Recruits Nichols, Tanor, and Willard, report to Sergeant Storm." In response, the three recruits got up and jogged the short distance to the Sergeant. Only eight recruits are left. "18-Charlie, Engineering Sergeant. Recruits Davis, Matthews, Roselyn, and Thompson, report to Sergeant Mace." They did so, only leaving four recruits left. "The 18-Bravo is the Weapons Sergeant, which goes to the rest of your, Recruits Beta, Grimes, Nathanson, and Perreault. You boys go to Sergeant Maxwell."
The four recruits, one of which being Ryan, jogged the short distance to Master Sergeant Maxwell. Maxwell was an inch shorter than Ryan, but even in his uniform, the details of his muscles cannot be mistaken. This man also had a neutral look on his face, not too stern but shown a bit of friendliness. Ryan could tell this man enjoyed his job and was serious about it. Luckily for him, he gets to teach people something that these four recruits want to learn.
"Okay, I'm Master Sergeant Jeff Maxwell, I was an 18-Bravo in the Special Forces for over 16 years, I left the teams six years ago to become an instructor here at Bragg. For the next 15 weeks, I will be teaching you the proper terms of being a Special Forces Weapons Sergeant. In case you don't know, a Weapons Sergeant is the weapons specialist of the ODA, he is capable of going behind enemy lines to recruit and train indigenous and foreign forces how to operate weaponry. Some of your tasks include clearing mine fields, maintaining the team's weaponry, and even provide heavy suppressing fire for your team on direct action missions," Sergeant Maxwell explained to us. "Most Weapons Sergeants are either advanced marksmen or automatic riflemen. Let's see if I get your names correct. I have with me, Sergeant Beta, Sergeant Grimes, Private First Class Nathanson, and Corporal Perreault, am I right?"
The four recruits nodded with a scattering, "Yes, Sergeant."
"Good, now follow me to the classroom and let's get started," Maxwell said. Sergeant Maxwell led the four recruits toward the classrooms. This officially begins Ryan's MOS phase in his Special Forces training.
3
PRESENT DAY
Ryan sat on a bench just outside one of the laboratories in the hallway. Since the place is underground, there are no windows so it looks like night all the time. Ryan hated daylight. In fact, he covered all of his basement-bedroom windows with cardboard to keep the sun out.
As he sat on the bench waiting, with his olive drab man bag leaning on the floor, a tall brown mouse walked in down the hallway. Ryan knew who he was. He was Trevor, another friend of Sonic's and only seen on Sonic Underground.
"Hey, you must be Trevor," Ryan said happily.
"Hi, you must be Ryan," Trevor said leaning on the wall speaking in a hippie accent.
"Yup."
"I was told you're a Green Beret," Trevor said to him.
"It was a bitch to become one, and the job itself is even a bigger bitch."
"So, why don't you quit?"
"As bitchy as it is, I love my job," Ryan said with a grin. It was true; Ryan did indeed love his job. There are a few unpleasant parts, such as wading through cold natural water and the fear of getting noticed. In Ryan's experience, he learned that getting spotted by the enemy is scarier than getting shot by the enemy. Every mission he goes out on, he fears of getting killed, but he and his ODA have rarely been in firefights. In fact, many missions Ryan been on, only two or three bullets were fired, and by his own team. Most of his job involved outsmarting the enemy, which Ryan has a lot of fun doing. In the end, he knows he will never be known for his work and the news will place the victory on a local police unit or an accident, but Ryan would always feel better knowing he has saved millions of American and Allied lived, even at the risk of his own. Ryan loves his job.
"I see," Trevor said not amused. "So, um, what unit are you part of?" Something like this would be considered classified, but Ryan knew he was not even on planet Earth. There was no way what he was about to say can reach human Earth ears.
"5th Special Forces Group, 1st Battalion, D Company, ODA 377," Ryan explained, saying the ODA letters and 377 numbers individually. The 5th Special Forces Group is one of the current dominant Special Forces Groups in the Army; their main Area of Responsibility is in the Middle East. Each group has between three to five Battalions. A Battalion contains three to five companies represented by a letter, and each company consists of a various number of ODA's. An ODA, Operational Detachment Alpha, or better known as an A-Team, have 12 operators. Each ODA has a Commander, which is usually a Captain, and an Assistant Commander, which is usually a Chief Warrant Officer-2. Under the command of the Captain are two Weapons Sergeant, two Engineering Sergeants, two Communications, Sergeant, and two Medical Sergeants, each a Staff Sergeant or a Sergeant First Class, a junior and a senior. Completing the ODA are two experienced operators, an Operations Sergeant and an Intelligence Sergeant, neither of which are entry-level positions. Both the Operations and Intelligence Sergeants are either a Master Sergeant or a Sergeant Major. Currently, Ryan is a Junior Weapons Sergeant within his ODA.
Trevor did look puzzled because he was unfamiliar with the terms. He just stood leaning on the wall thinking of what to say after a long silence. Finally, Trevor said, "You did cause a lot of damage at the ballroom."
"I know. Just be lucky that no aristocrat died," Ryan replied.
"I agree with you. But it'll be both of our asses if you're wrong."
"Tell me, Trev, what would you do if you were in my shoes? Let's say you were kidnapped and taken to my world on Earth and had to escape, would you do the same I did?"
Trevor thought about it. He was not that physically strong, and he was no where near compared to the skills Ryan has, but he would fight for what he believes in.
"I guess so. I don't know all that gung-ho stuff you do, but I guess I would give an escape an attempt," Trevor replied.
"Good job. Basically, there is one misconception when it comes to fighting in Special Forces. Your biggest and most powerful weapon is right here," Ryan said, finishing his sentence by pointing at his own forehead. He was referring to his mind.
"I don't know how to repel or shoot guns."
"But you can fly!"
"Yeah. I was shot down and had to eject, though," Trevor said. Ryan nodded, he remembered that episode where Trevor's aircraft was hit and his escape pod landed in a fast flowing river. Sonic had to risk going down to get Trevor out, just seconds before the escape pod took on water and sunk.
"I was shot once," Ryan said. Ryan was shot at many times, but only once a bullet hit him. He was within a year of combat service when he was deployed on a peacekeeping mission on the Georgia/Abkhazia border. His ODA was approaching a village that was taken over by rebels and their mission was to liberate it. All of a sudden, a shot rang out. All twelve operators dropped. Since there were civilians in the village, they could not risk shooting back, so the commander ordered a smoke grenade in the area. Just as Ryan reached down to unclip his smoke grenade from his belt he saw his left shoulder bleeding. That bullet that rang out hit him, yet he did not feeling it until he started to see it. After calling out for the medic, he got it patched up and the rest of the team continued the mission with no further hits. When they reached back home, Ryan was awarded with the Purple Heart, awarded to anyone who was wounded in action against an opposing armed force. It was his only Purple Heart as of the date.
"Did it hurt?" Trevor asked.
"Not until I actually noticed it," Ryan said. "You see, when you're in action, unlike in the movies, you'll never know you got shot for a while. In the movies, a soldier shoots someone and they drop dead instantly. In real life, you get shot, you won't notice. You're still firing your weapon at full auto not knowing you're dying. Eventually, you'll drop. Unless, of course, the bullet hits your head or spine, those are instantaneous."
Trevor gulped in fear hearing that. He was convinced that combat was a scary thing. The only scary thing in combat was getting shot and that was just a small percentage of what it is like.
Before the conversation could continue, Sonic walked into the hallway from the laboratory room. He immediately noticed Trevor and nodded to him.
"Hi, Trevor. Ryan, we'd like to see you now," Sonic said turning his attention to Ryan.
Ryan stood up and faced Trevor. Ryan and Trevor shook hands.
"Nice talking to you," Ryan said.
"Nice talking to you, too," Trevor said back. They released and Ryan walked in the room with Sonic. Sonic turned his attention on Trevor as soon as Ryan walked passed him.
"What did you two talk about?" Sonic asked.
"His career. Sonic, he has pretty good fighting techniques. Almost makes me wish he were a part of the Resistance with us," Trevor said.
"Yeah, well, he's a Green Beret on Earth. Realize we cannot keep him here forever, he has to get back."
"Understood."
Sonic closed the door leaving Trevor outside. He sat in a chair and sighed. He then looked down and noticed Ryan's olive drab bag with a book sticking out of it. He picked the book up and it is titled, 'The Special Forces, Endurance Techniques.'
Trevor flipped through a few pages to see black and white drawing of military soldiers doing all kind of combat maneuvers. He read a few pages and got pretty interested.
4
FOUR YEARS AGO
Several weeks into the MOS phase has left Ryan, and the other recruits mentally exhausted, but at the same time highly enjoying it. The four recruits were still banned from any contact with the rest of their regiment. They all wonder how they are doing. Ryan himself was wondering how his buddy, Davis, was doing as an Engineering Sergeant.
The four recruits were laying prone side-by-side on a 1,000 meter firing range. Each one was equipped with a CheyTec Intervention M200 sniper rifle. Ryan, being right-handed, had it easy with easier access to the trigger and bolt.
As the four lay there, staring down their scopes, Sergeant Maxwell, along with a few other Sergeants, stood behind them with binoculars, staring down the range. Several of the human-shaped targets had holes in them.
"Okay, Beta's got two head shots," Maxwell said. "Grimes, you need one headshot to top Beta."
Recruit Grimes inhaled and slowly exhaled. He inhaled again, held his breath, and squeezed the trigger. In under a second, the cardboard cutout's head popped off.
"Outstanding, Grimes," Maxwell said happily. "Alright, Nathanson, at your ten o'clock is a hostile with civilian close by. Chest shot the hostile to disable him and make sure the hostage gets out."
Down the range was a cardboard cutout of a man with a knife. Almost next to it was a cutout of a female civilian. Within seconds, a gunshot rang out, impaling the hostile square in the chest, creating a large hole.
"Good job, Nathanson," Maxwell said. "Perreault, you got two headshots as well. Unless you want a Private First Class to dominate you, I suggest a headshot on the hostile at your eleven o'clock directly on top of the civilian."
Ryan was a Corporal and Corporals outrank a Private First Class. Ryan stared down the scope of his weapon and placed the crosshairs slightly above the hostiles head. The civilian cardboard cutout was directly in front of the hostile, so one slip and the bullet will hit the civilian. Ryan concentrated his breathing and held it in. He squeezed the trigger and a bullet burst. In a second, the force of the bullet ripped off the cutout's head.
"Outstanding!" Maxwell shouted as he lowered his binoculars. "Alright, good work you four, break time."
The four recruits got up and started giving each other high fives at their performances. Ryan was having the time of his life.
5
PRESENT DAY
Inside the laboratory room with Ryan, Ryan is sitting in a chair with wires hooked to him. Behind him is a lie-detector machine that Cyrus is looking. Cyrus sat at a computer with Sonic, Sonia, and Manic standing beside him.
"Okay, Ryan, I'm going to ask you two test question to establish a baseline, please answer yes to both questions. Are you Staff Sergeant Ryan Michael Perreault, United Stares Army?" Cyrus asked.
"Yes," Ryan replied.
"Are you a girl?"
"Yes."
Cyrus typed a few think on the computer he was working on. The computer beeped, signaling a baseline established. The baseline is used to cancel out any nerves in the subject's body that makes him nervous. If the subject is nervous, then it would be hard to tell which ones are the lies. However, creating a baseline cancels out any of the nerves that indicate the subject being nervous, so the only nerves remaining will display the lies.
"Okay, let's begin. Is Earth your home planet?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
"Yes."
"Did you kill any American soldiers on your planet?"
"No."
"Did you come to Mobius through a portal?"
"Yes."
"Was it under your own power?"
"No."
"Did you assault the four SWAT bots two nights ago?"
"Yes."
"Did you cause the aristocrat auction ballroom explosion?"
"Yes."
"Did you threaten Bartlby at gunpoint?"
"Yes."
"Have you killed any aristocrat at that ball?"
"No."
"Did you hurt any aristocrat?"
"Yes."
"Was it in self-defense?"
"Yes."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Manic interrupted.
"I don't think he deserves questions like those, Cyrus," Sonia said.
"Okay," Cyrus gets up, "Take over if you want." Cyrus patted Ryan on the back and walked out of the room. Sonia looked at the machine.
"Okay, Ryan, do you have any other fighting skills besides what you just shown us?" Sonia asked.
"Yes," Ryan replied.
"Can you name a few?" Manic asked.
"I can fight with knives, I'm an expert marksman, I'm also a weapons specialist," Ryan explained.
"Last question." Sonic said. Ryan hesitated. "That morning after the ballroom explosion, you said you had to go somewhere. After you left, Manic said he saw a silhouette on the roofs to the building where you were going. Did you meet our mother?"
At first, Ryan hesitated to answer. He did not want the prophecy to be ruined. However, Ryan figured Sonic, Sonia, and Manic knew that, too. Besides, Ryan was on a lie-detector test. Despite being a Green Beret, unlike in the movies, no human being can overcome a lie-detector test.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I met her on the roof of a building. I saved her," Ryan said. Sonia turned off the machine and walked to Ryan face-to- face teary-eyed.
"What is she like?" Sonia asked with a tear in her eye.
"She's tough," Ryan said.
"What do you mean, 'tough'?" Sonia asked.
"You'll have to see her for yourself. She's very nice," Ryan said.
Cyrus walked in the room again.
"Done?" Cyrus asked.
"Yeah," Ryan said. Cyrus checked out the machine's role of paper. Ryan told the truth on everything. Sonic, Sonia, and Manic looked at each other smirking, and they all winked. They smiled, put their hands behind their backs and they walked to Ryan as he was taking the wired off of him.
"Say, Ryan, we were just wondering if it is at all possible to, well, teach us how to be Green Berets?" Sonic asked. Ryan was not expecting this. Granted that Ryan is trained to be an instructor. Back in the Korean War, the Special Forces were organized as combat instructors, not combat operators. They were created to teach friendly forces combat to those who cannot help themselves. It was not until Vietnam when they started seeing combat themselves. To keep the tradition alive, Ryan was also taught to be an instructor, but as a Weapons Sergeant, he was only limited to teaching indigenous forces how to use weapons. Ryan is in a world where the weapon's he is familiar with do not exist.
"Well, it might be a problem, because Green Berets work in teams. You got the team leader, riflemen, snipers, demolitions, and medics," Ryan explained. "One, my biggest weakness is leadership. Two, I can only teach weapons, and you guys do not have the kind of weapons I'm familiar with. And three, Green Berets are limited on knowledge, which forces everyone to work as a team. If one person knew everything, he would go lone-wolf and the team would be out of balance."
However, the three hedgehogs seemed persistence. They were confident in Ryan despite what he is confident in himself. Besides, Ryan had no idea what Cyrus has hidden away in the large metal closet in the back of the lab.
"Ryan, come with me," Cyrus said to him. Ryan stood up out of the chair and followed Cyrus. Sonic, Sonia, and Manic followed close behind.
6
FOUR YEARS AGO
The four Weapons Sergeant recruits stood in front of table's right in front of a short-range firing range. In front of them on the tables are five boxes, varying in sizes. Sergeant Maxwell stood in front of them and explained the rules.
"In front of you are fives boxes. You should be familiar with these parts, they are weapons. Your job is to assemble these weapons one at a time. You will have to assemble to M92 Beretta, the M4 rifle, the MP5 submachine gun, the Kalashnikov, and the Krinkov assault rifle," Sergeant Maxwell explained as he left the field. "Good luck."
Just before the whistle blew starting the assembly, four Sergeants stood behind each recruit and they slipped blindfolds over each of the recruit's eyes. None of them were surprised knowing it was coming. Once the blindfolds were tightened on, the four recruits felt their way to the first box on their separate tables.
The whistle blew.
Although Ryan was blind, he was able to open the box and feel the pieces inside. The barrel was small, so this was the Beretta. Ryan is usually afraid of being blind because his sense of sight is his strongest sense. At leased Ryan was not being forced to wander around, he was fixed in one position. He also has sensitivity to touch, so he was able to identify each piece and assemble them to the right pieces.
As Ryan continued making his weapons, he remembered doing this test back in Selection. He remembered they tried to trick him by adding two extra weapons on the table to confuse him while blind folded. He was hoping this time they won't try to confuse him.
Ryan finished the Beretta and felt for the next box. He opened it up and felt the pieces inside. He was confused at first until he felt the triangular small grip, meaning this was the MP5. Just like the last one, he assembled it together, feeling his way through while keeping his head fixes straight. He assembled a weapon he was very familiar with, the M4 rifle. Ryan assembled that in a flash easily. Next came two ones that Ryan was just barely learning, the two Kalashnikov rifles. Luckily, the AK-47 and the Krinkov assault rifle are built off of the same variants. Ryan assembled them but it was taking him longer than usual on both. However, Ryan heard everyone else still working on theirs. Eventually, Ryan finished all five of his weapons. Soon, he heard the others finish as well.
"Okay, good job," they heard Maxwell say. "Remove your blindfolds."
The four ripped the blindfolds off of their heads and looked at their tables. No surprises. They were pleased to see each weapon made. Suddenly, Maxwell walked to each table and places a set of bullets in front of each recruit. Ryan looked at the bullets that Maxwell gave him; there were two 9 by 19 millimeter bullets, one 5.56 by 45 millimeter, and two 7.62 by 39 millimeter bullets.
"To be sure you assembled your weapons correctly, load a round and fire one down range," Maxwell announced as he stood out of the way of the firing range.
Ryan loaded one of the nine millimeters on the Beretta and the other in the MP5. He loaded the 5.56 in the M4, and the two 7.62 bullets in the two Kalashnikov rifles. Ryan aimed his Beretta up and squeezed the trigger. Bang! He assembled the Beretta correctly. He heard three other bangs as well; meaning they all assembled their Berettas correctly, too.
Ryan let out a sigh. He picked up his MP5, placed the butt on his shoulder and squeezed the trigger. Bang! It fired again. It was followed by three other bangs. He then went for his M4 and pulled the trigger, again bursting a round down range. Again, it was followed by three other bangs.
Next was one of the weapons that Ryan was worried about. He was not 100 familiar with the AK's like a real Weapons Sergeant is, but he did feel a bit confident in his weapons assembly skills. He aimed the AK-47 down the range, squeezed the trigger, and prayed. Bang! The gun went off. Ryan was pleased that he assembled the rifle correctly.
However, Ryan only heard one gunshot following. After that came two click sounds. Ryan looked over and noticed Grimes and Nathanson's AK-47's did not fire. It was no time to pause and wonder why, they had to keep going. They all picked up their Krinkov rifles and aimed down range. Ryan squeezed the trigger and was happy to hear it bang. This was followed by two other bangs. Ryan noticed that Nathanson's Krinkov did not go off.
"Okay, weapons down," Maxwell announced. He turned his attention to Ryan and Sergeant Beta, both of which have fired all five of their weapons. "You two take a break. Outstanding work." Ryan and Beta turned and jogged off to the recreational barracks. Both are wondering what is going on with Grimes and Nathanson.
Later that day, Ryan learned that both Grimes and Nathanson assembled the firing pins wrong and bent the springs, causing both weapons to malfunction. Once they fixed the problems, they joined Ryan and Beta in the barracks.
7
PRESENT DAY
Cyrus stood in front of a large metal closet witch looked like an oversized locker. Cyrus slid the key into the lock and turned it with a click.
"Ryan, ever since I heard of your coming and of your profession, I studied on the kinds of weapons and equipment being used by the American military," Cyrus explained. "I felt like if you had to fight Robotnik, you would need something that made you feel familiar."
Cyrus slid the door open emitting a loud creak. Behind the doors stood any gun-lover's dream. There were several sets of black battle dress uniforms complete with light armored plates, boots, and pouches. There was one made for Ryan's size. There were also five others made smaller, perfect for furries like Sonic.
Hanging above the uniforms and gear are a set of assault rifles Ryan knew and loved. One in particular was the Colt M4A1 Carbine Assault Rifle. It was not the military version with the five picatinny rails. It was the law enforcement version with a sturdy single grip around the front barrel. There was a picatinny rail where the iron sight is. Attached to the iron sight handle was a 4x ACOG scope, and attacked to the right side of the grip was a tactical flashlight, similar to the ones that police SWAT teams use. In addition, there are several sets of magazines around it. With the M4 rifle are a set of Heckler and Koch MP5A2 submachine gun rifles with the fixed butt stock, tactical flashlight under the barrel, and an Eel sight red dot aim point. Ryan guessed these weapons were for the furries.
"Go ahead, take it," Cyrus said with a grin.
Ryan stepped forward and gripped his hand around the cartoon-drawn rifle. Being cartoon-drawn, it did have all the perfect details Ryan was familiar with. He held onto the handle grip and felt the gritty texture as well and the weight of the weapon. Ryan grabbed the T-shaped bolt behind the sights and gently pulled on it. He peeked in the chamber and realized the magazine was loaded but the gun itself was not chambered. It was good that Cyrus also learned firearm safety. Ryan turned and looked at Cyrus who was still grinning. Ryan himself could not help but smile as well.
"Cyrus, when did you have time to make all of this?" Ryan asked happily.
"I have plenty of time and I can make things very quickly," Cyrus replied. "So, what do you say, will you teach us. We are freedom fighters, but you can help make us better. You in?"
Ryan thought about it. He could teach them the combat tactics he knows. He will eventually have to return back home. Ryan then recalled his time in Iraq when he was teaching the locals about the usage of firearms while holding a Kalashnikov rifle. In the end, Ryan nodded to the furries.
"When shall I teach the first lesson?" Ryan asked.
TO BE CONTINUED...