Ryuka "Red Dragon" Algren/Algren "Koutatsu" Ryuka

Task Force 141/Japanese Tokushu Sakusen Gun (Special Forces Group)

Kyoto Mountains

She had been taught to value every single aspect of life, to use her sword and her skills to aid those who needed her. For centuries, her foremothers, born in this very plain, near this majestic waterfall, had protected Japan and her people. Now, with the advent of war, constantly griping the entire globe, there was no reason for her to remain only in Japan. That was why when she had been approached by Shepherd to join the Task Force 141, she jumped at the opportunity.

But to have the chance to be with her family, at least half of it, and also her teammates, it was the chance of a lifetime. Of course, Grandmother Ryu and Mrs. Algren had thoroughly made sure that she was without any form of communications device on her at that time, but she had her own ways to communicate with them. After all, she had specialized in deep cover operations when there was seemingly no way to tell anything to anyone else.

You see, unlike the rest of the Task Force 141, she was trained exactly in the ways of Japanese kenjutsu the way her ancestors had been trained. Apart from the modern safety apparatus, they had been taught almost acrobatic movements the same way their foremothers had been taught, and not only that, the concept of using their Ki, the internal energies that lied in almost every being was also passed to them.

In essence, the 40 women of that samurai line, they did not radars or GPS systems to know "where" and "who". Ryuka could perfectly sense that Meat and Roach were together at one vantage point, Archer and Toad, as well as Soap and Ghost in another. The rest of the team that came with them, they were right at the opening of the mountain, waiting for further instructions. Not only that, there were about a few unfamiliar traces of Ki, most probably the extremists that Soap had been talking about.

There were about ten of them, each surrounding the perimeter. The others might think that Soap was using them as bait, but they would have to do better than that. Even without modern weapons, they were all perfectly able to fend for themselves. The presence of the Task Force 141 there, Ryuka deemed, and her grandmother had decided, was to give aid unless they were completely incapable of controlling the situation, which she had doubted.

Using the sign language that they themselves had invented, a series of finger-taps, shifting of body-weight and even moving of the head, she told them that she was aware of the tangos all around them, and that more were coming. Archer and Toad, would have to move inwards towards the interior of the mountain to find where they were coming from. It would be a huge sacrilege, but if the Chinese knew even how to get there, it was without a doubt somehow, someone must have tipped them off.

"What's she saying?" Roach asked Meat. Being the FNG, he was not at all familiar with the sign language that they had devised.

"She's saying that she suspects that someone's betrayed them, and that Archer and Toad'll have to go into the mountain to look for the rest of 'em," Meat translated. "She also wants MacTavish to stay out of this as much as possible. It's a 'family thing'".

Roach could tell that Soap would be fuming by now. She had led him to believe that she was on their side, and now, she's… Well, he would let them settle that between themselves. The tangos were getting closer and closer, and soon, they could see ten men, all surrounding the women.

"Who dares enter this sacred mountain uninvited?" Grandmother Ryu asked fiercely in Chinese, her eyes still closed. Immediately, the men raised their guns towards her only to have one of their own killed by a flying blade that apparently came out from nowhere. "Go back to where you came from, or you will face consequences similar to that of your brother's."

The Chinese did not say anything. Most probably, they would not even know why there were here. "Very well, we will kill all of you one by one until someone says anything," one of the women threatened.

The members of the Task Force 141 were astounded. Apart from the Algrens, these women supposedly came from all walks of life. Although they were trained in combat, they were essentially civilians. How was it possible that they had edges like those who had seen nothing but war and bloodshed for all their lives?

"Leave it to Reddie," Soap instructed suddenly, offering no further explanation.

The Chinese were starting to retreat, knowing that their presence there had already been compromised. They could see Ryuka walking towards one of them, the only one with a red square on his sleeves. That had to mean something as the others did not have them… She borrowed a long whip from one of her cousins, and marked that man, signaling to Ghost to shoot his leg on her go.

"You will tell us who you are, or you will die," she told the man next to the marked one in Chinese, as her grandmother had done. The moment she whipped him across the chest, Ghost shot the one that she had marked, causing the others to retreat into the forest immediately. The two of them would not be able to leave, and she quickly told the women to bind them with any method necessary.

"I'll leave them to you, Captain," Grandmother Ryu said to Soap. "This man's superiors threaten to destroy the scions of my family, and I will not allow it to happen. Give me whatever information that you can find."

Soap nodded, and looked at Ryuka. Usually, he would have her… extract the information from the men that they had captured, but he knew that it was impossible to do so. It would worry her family greatly to know that she was trained to torture and withstand torture. She shook her head slightly, telling him the same thing that he had concluded.

"Who do you think it is, Ryuka-chan?" Mrs. Algren asked her daughter. As the daughter of the matriarch, she was the Miko, the one who presided over the ceremonies. However, like her daughter, she had been from the Japanese Special Forces Group, and understood that this may be more than just the prattle of a few Chinese radicals as well…

"It could be anyone," Ryuka answered, ignoring the cries that had emerged from that makeshift tent where Ghost was torturing the Chinese for information. She knew that her mother was aware of the severity of this issue. "Someone with military contacts and knowledge about who we are…"

The Ultranationalist looked at the Chinese General. The two of them were far, far away the Kyoto Mountains, even further from Japan, even. They were in Beijing, China. "Do you think that this is wise, attacking them at the source?" the General asked the Ultranationalist.

Upon the projector's screen, were profiles of the female descendants of the Algrens, each and every single one of them. "The Algrens, they may be famous for being an American military dynasty, but notice that their daughters, all of them are involved with the various elite forces… Marines, Navy SEALS, some of them in the top levels of the CIA… All of them are currently in Japan, far, far away from their homeland, without anyone to protect them," the Ultranationalist told his counterpart coolly.

"So you think that killing them would cripple the US military and the CIA?" the General asked the Ultranationalist. He had no quarrel with America in any way, but if the CIA's eyes were lifted from his… activities, his business ventures would be carried out with greater ease. After all, the deals that he had made with the Ultranationalist had been highly lucrative to say the least.

"Of course," the Ultranationalist replied, landing his gaze on the youngest of the lot. She was young, to say the least. "Japanese Special Forces, eh?" he mused. That was strange. This girl, she was an American, and yet she was in the Japanese Special Forces. Most probably, she held double citizenship… "At any rate, your informant… is she reliable?"

The General smirked. "The dead are the only ones who cannot betray you," he said, "Sadly, she had betrayed her own family, under the pain of torture…" He pulled the cursor of the mouse towards the woman who was stated to be MIA, her status only acknowledged a few days ago. This meant that her family would have no way to know about her at that point of time.

"Well then," the Ultranationalist said, seemingly heaving a sigh of relief. Standing up, he poured himself and the General each a glass of red wine to celebrate, a very fine vintage, for a fine occasion indeed. "Here's to us, my friend, and the future of our great countries."

"God damn it, MacTavish, we're in a tree!" Ryuka cursed as Soap started to caress his fingers up and down her smooth thigh. Alright, coming to his tent in the middle of the night was not a good idea, nor was leading him up a particularly sturdy tree with wide branches a better one. She did not know what came over her, but she knew that she could blame everything on Soap when this sort of thing happened.

Soap placed a large hand over her mouth and drew her closer to him, making sure that she did not fall off the branch. "You don't want anyone to hear us, Reddie," he whispered gruffly into her ears.

"Well, too late, Captain," she replied, looking into his blue eyes while she caressed his scar lightly. It had been there, even before she had joined the 141, and it only managed to add to the mystery about him. "They could have sensed us coming here, and my sister, I'm sharing a room with her."

She knew that Soap could care less about anything. "And you kissed me in front of your grandmother," he told her, almost condescendingly, planting a kiss on her jaw, moving from one end to the other end. "And… I need an explanation." He was not familiar with Japanese traditional clothing, and fumbled slightly with the ties of her outfit that sat in front of her waist. "You said nothing about coming to Kyoto,"

Ryuka placed a hand on his, stopping him from doing further damage to her supposed modesty. "I said that I was here for a month-long family gathering," she told him, "I think you were busy doing something like… this… at the time," she replied, prying his mouth open with her tongue, pulling his hand, and his arm around her waist.

Groaning, Soap turned her around and backed her towards the trunk of the tree, their tongues still dancing between their mouths. "Well then, what would you propose we do, if we're up a tree?" he asked her, his hot breath on the arch of her neck.

She said nothing, but unsheathed her dagger holstered upon her left thigh. "What about this?" she asked, twirling the dagger with exceptional skill before lunging towards Soap, pinning him onto the tree by his Kevlar vest that he had not yet taken off before she had signaled him to follow her just moments before. "Here, you can learn our ways better, and perhaps you'll understand why I prefer my katana over my M4A1."

With those words, she kissed Soap on the forehead and redid the ties of her hakama before climbing down the tree. With his brute strength, it would not take long for him to get out of this little predicament, but long enough for her to get down from the tree and return to her room, leaving him to figure out where she would be.

Soap cursed. First, she seduces him into coming out there, and then, she just leaves him there after teasing him to no end… He would pay her back. Just she wait.

HAN: MW2LVR: Thanks for the review!