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Hell Hath No Fury
Chapter 15
By
Wildgoose
(The flight deck bustles with activity as the Dwight D. Eisenhower has turned into the wind causing the colored shirts of the ship's crew on deck to ruffle about their bodies. Steam seeps from the tracks in the deck as pressure builds up and in the background behind an aircraft positioned on the tracks, a jet blast deflector rises to a near vertical level protecting anything behind it from searing hot jet exhaust. Final checks are made before thumbs up are given to the catapult officer in his armored bubble recessed into the deck. The shooter then signals the pilot of the aircraft to power up and moments later the shooter ducks down and signals to the catapult officer to fire. In just under two seconds a kS-3b Viking is propelled from a standstill to approximately one hundred fifty knots launching it off of the flight deck and into the air as it accelerates away towards it destination.)
(Cut to Florida as Steve and Nicketti continue to wait at the old Nike base for further communications from the penguins.)
Steve: (Annoyed) You know, you'd think that they would be keeping us in the loop with regular updates. At this point we have no idea what's going on over there.
Nicketti: Do you think we should have gone aboard ship with them?
Steve: I doubt it would have done us any good, we couldn't go in country with them so we'd be doing the exact same thing on the ship that we are here. The only reason we know half as much as we do is because I keep getting texts from Kitsune who for some STRANGE reason seems to know a whole lot more about what's going on than we do. The last update the penguins sent us was when they were preparing to head towards Hans by ground. (Grumbles) As soon as they get back I'm going to have to work out the bugs in their communications skills.
Nicketti: For what it's worth I know what you mean; I'm used to being in constant radio contact with my penguins when they're out on a mission. I guess all we can do now is wait. (Sighs heavily as she looks away and then back at Steve.) You know, this reminds me of our senior prom.
Steve: (Confused) What are you talking about? We never went to prom together.
Nicketti: (Annoyed) I know, what I meant was that I spent senior year waiting for you to ask.
Steve: Why would you do that? I made it clear that I didn't have intentions on going. (Pause) …And why are we even TALKING about this? That was years and years ago and currently we have a job to do.
Nicketti: Yes we do, and right now that involves a lot of waiting. So we might as well talk about something.
Steve: (Rolls his eyes) Does it have to be THIS? (Nicketti crosses her arms about her chest) Apparently so…
Nicketti: So how come you never went?
Steve: I didn't know anyone who interested me enough to want to date them. You know me, I didn't exactly date much.
Nicketti: Like I said before, I waited for you to ask me. So why didn't you?
Steve: We were friends, Nicketti. Besides, if I recall your parents didn't like me too much.
Nicketti: Oh come on, they liked you. They just were hoping I'd stick with other Native Americans.
Steve: I guess that's why your dad used to discuss the ancestral ways in which a father could dispatch his daughter's suitor if he didn't measure up. Now that I think of it, those stories always seemed to involve disembowelment and a sacrifice to somebody or another.
Nicketti: (Laughs) Don't mind him, he could just tell that there was a little more to us than friendship.
Steve: (Faux ignorance) There was?
Nicketti: You don't recall our little camping trip out in the Pine Barrens?
Steve: Camping trip? The car broke down on the side of the highway late at night on our way to LBI, there was nothing BUT Pine Barrens for miles and cell phones were still for the well to do at the time.
Nicketti: And you just HAPPENED to have all the supplies necessary in your trunk. (Laughs) Admit it, we had FUN that night. (Pause) ..And there were other fun times.
Steve: You know, you're making this just a little bit awkward for me. (Crosses his arms) This isn't just about the prom, is it?
Nicketti: (Shrugs) Honestly, I thought the prom could have been a stepping stone for us. I was hoping anyway. (Pause) I really thought there was potential for us to go somewhere.
Steve: That was a pretty big hunch based on being a little more than friends.
Nicketti: (Smirks) You're saying you didn't care about me?
Steve: I'm not saying that at all. I just didn't want to chance ruining a good friendship if things didn't work out.
Nicketti: Tsk, tsk,…that's what you get for not taking a chance. You know I was really let down after high school, I mean think about it. It could have been you and me right now instead of you and…a penguin.
Steve: (Rolls his eyes) Life leads us down strange paths, Nicketti. Kitsune's not a penguin any more, at least physically, and I'm happy where I am now. (Pause) I apologize for shattering your rosy dreams, they definitely sounded nice, but life is what it is. (Pause) Maybe if you'd been the one to take the initiative things might have turned out differently. You know, women's lib and so forth. (Pause) Besides, why is there suddenly a problem with who Kitsune used to be? Didn't you ask before if she had a brother?
Nicketti: I was joking to break the ice. I hadn't seen you in a long time and I needed some material to work with. (Pause) …And I don't have a problem, I'm glad things worked out for the two of you. (Pause) I guess, … I'm just jealous that's all. I don't have anybody and… (The moment is broken when both of their cell phones begin to sound an unusual alert tone and vibrate.)
Steve: Saved by the ringtone, …it sounds like work calling. (They both open their phones to find an encrypted message from Antarctic Command waiting for them and once they have entered their codes the message is revealed.)
Message: Field intel from your unit has been received and analyzed regarding discovery of rogue weapon in Denmark. NCA authorizes you to conduct covert operations to destroy this weapon using any means necessary and if possible capture information regarding its operators and intended use. Do not alert Danish authorities to your presence or intentions.
Nicketti: Field intel?
Steve: I hate being the last to know this stuff. (Sighs) Let's get on the com and see if we can forward these orders to our guys. Then we'll demand an update so we're at least in the loop because last time I checked our guys weren't over there looking for rogue weapons.
(Cut to the MH-53 as Babs and Nigel continue to work to keep themselves in the air.)
Babs: (Scowls) Five minutes, for just five minutes I'd like to have both engines at my disposal.
Nigel: (on the com) Mel, …have the Yanks given a response yet? We could really use that bloody petrol about now!
Mel: We just got a message from them now, a tanker is en route, ETA to intercept is two minutes.
Digger: It's about time, Nigel dump all but reserve plus ten minutes worth of fuel. That way we can get all the fresh gas we can and still leave a margin for error while attempting to hook up.
Nigel: (looks out the window at the ocean below) Dump it? That's not exactly eco-friendly, Digger.
Digger: Would you prefer waiting for both engines to die on us while we take additional time working the bad gas out of the engines leaving us to crash into the ocean?
Nigel: (Quips) Right then! Stand by for a fuel dump.
Digger: The less bad gas we have left the less time it takes to get our engines working right. We have a bunker to bust and I'd like to get back to it. (A few minutes pass before a voice comes over the com in Mel's headset. As Mel is busy, Babs looks out her window to see a kS-3b Viking slowly pulling past them slightly above and to the left.)
Babs: I think the tanker is here!
Mel: That's confirmed. (Mel puts the radio on VOX so everyone can hear)
Voice over com: Blue squadron, this is gas jockey of the USS. Dwight D. Eisenhower Atlantic battle group on guard. We have been ordered to refuel you, accelerate to two hundred ten knots, maintain this heading, and extend your refueling probe.
Babs: (Using the text to speech translators) Negative gas jockey, due to fuel related engine problems this is our best speed so do your best to work with us. Now make with the fresh gas ASAP! (Babs hits a switch causing the fueling probe to extend forward from the nose of the chopper. At hearing the synthesized voice the Viking co-pilot looks out his window at the chopper to notice its pilot.)
Pilot: Understood Blue squadron, you're at best speed. Stand by… (Long Pause) Blue squadron, present speed is uncomfortable but do-able, hold altitude for refueling.
Co-pilot: (Gestures to the pilot and other officers in the aircraft) Everybody take a look at this and tell me if I'm hallucinating. (The others take turns looking out the window)
Pilot: I thought that thing was a drone when we first pulled up, look at the size of it.
Co-pilot: I think I'm more concerned with who's flying the thing. Is that what I think it is? (Doesn't wait for a response) (Over the com) Blue squadron, we're having difficulty with our eyes over here.
Babs: (Rolls her eyes) Humans are so easily impressed. (Over the com using the translator) Yes, I'm a penguin. Get over it already and refuel us, we have a job to do. (Pause as the personnel in the Viking continue to look) What, are you looking for a date or something? I've got somebody, now make with the gas! (Babs cringes slightly as a flash goes off in the window of the other aircraft implying that they took a picture) Just make sure you got my good side!
Co-pilot: (shows the Polaroid® around) I don't think anybody would believe us even with this picture.
Pilot: What is the military coming to? I thought using dolphins to retrieve torpedoes was bad enough. (The crew pulls out slightly above and ahead of the helicopter and deploys the drogue. They then guide Babs in over the radio and a moment later they hook up and begin the fuel transfer.)
Nigel: (Over the com using translator) Fill her up, check the oil, and clean the windshield please. (The radio falls silent as the tanker crew doesn't reply) What you guys don't believe in conversation over there? (Pause) Let me guess, you thought animals were all just dumb creatures that were better off in a zoo under your care. (Pause) FOOLED YOU! (Chuckles and a moment later a reply comes from a member of the tanker crew.)
Com: I'll never go to the zoo again…
(Cut to the NY crew as they continue to attempt to find their way out of their confinement. Skipper and Kowalski attempted to use Private as a battering ram against the door but to no avail. The only success they had was in giving Private a splitting headache and a possible concussion.)
Kowalski: It's just no use Skipper, Private's head is nowhere near hard enough to defeat that door.
Skipper: Blast! Well it was worth a shot, good job Private.
Private: (Dizzy and disassociated) Mommy, …do I get a lolly now? (Passes out on the floor)
Skipper: (Kicks Private's foot lightly) Shake it off, Private. You haven't given your all just yet. (Private doesn't respond. Skipper begins to look about the room) Come on people, there has to be a way for us to work this problem! (Turns to Hans) This is your bunker, Hans. Isn't there another way out of this room?
Hans: I didn't design the thing, Skipper. It was abandoned after the last great human war; I merely adapted it to serve my purpose.
Skipper: Yea, way to go on that one. You tried to get revenge against the wrong guy and for your trouble your allies turned on you.
Hans: (Angry) Do not lecture me, Skipper! I said that I was sorry, you forget that I am still the one who has suffered a loss here. Now I shall lose everything else as well.
Skipper: Everything else? What else haven't you told us, Hans?
Hans: (voice turns solemn) I wanted revenge so badly that I was blinded from the truth. I should have wondered why Blowhole was so easy to find, why he was so willing to help right off the bat. (Pause) I didn't care, …I would have severed my own wing if it could have brought her back to me. (Pause) Thinking of revenge upon you numbed the pain, so it was all I could think about. (Pause) It turned out the real monster was the very person I had allied myself with and when he's finished with his plans I will have paid the price for my ignorance with the rest of my family.
Kowalski: I think you may be too hard on yourself, your mate is a puffin and by nature an aquatic bird. She should still be able to survive on the water.
Heidi: You're talking about the egg, aren't you? Did it hatch? (Hans nods)
Hans: Menschen gave me the news a few days ago. Given the conditions we'd been forced to live in we didn't think we could have another after Liepschen, …and yet a few weeks ago we were surprised. We still weren't sure it would hatch, ..and now because of me he won't even have a chance to live. (A tear falls down his cheek) He's far too young yet to be able to swim. Menschen will be forced to watch him struggle and drown. …And I will be forced to know that it happened because of me.
Heidi: How come you never told me?
Hans: (Annoyed) Because I was busy trying to avenge my first child! I haven't even seen the little guy yet; let me savor that moment first before I go breaking the news to people.
Skipper: (Sarcastic) Well congratulations, now you have all the more reason to help us get the heck out of here if for nothing else but to see the little tike grow up. (Pause) What did you name him by the way?
Hans: We haven't yet, Menschen wanted to wait for me to get home.
Skipper: Well after all the trouble we've been through I expect to be kept informed. Kowalski, …create a list of possible names for the puffin to think over.
Hans: (Dry) We're not naming him, Skipper.
Skipper: What the..? After trying to take my own kids from me and putting us through all of this I'd think it would be the least you could do.
Hans: (Cross) I tried to take yours because I thought you had taken mine!
Skipper: Well if you'd bothered to exercise a little self-control then you wouldn't have had anything to mistakenly think I'd taken in the first place. Why couldn't you just have been happy serving out your sentence in that filth pile like you were supposed to? (Pause) Even the humans try to exercise self-control, they're not very good at it at all but you get my point.
Hans: Don't talk to me about self-control, you went and had a child with an otter. How is that even possible? Have you no regard for the integrity of your species? (Hans and Skipper continue to banter back and forth)
Heidi: (to Rico) …And to think, …these are the people we have to count on to save the world right now. I'm almost ashamed to call Hans my brother. (Rico doesn't respond) Aren't you even ashamed of the way Skipper is acting?
Rico: (shrugs and then grunts) Eh, you get used to it. (Begins to nudge his gut a bit like something is bothering him and then begins to hack. After a moment Heidi smacks him on the back a few times to help and Rico coughs up a credit card.) Oh wow, that was still in there? I wonder why I couldn't get it up earlier.
Heidi: What is that? (Pause) Is that one of those plastic spending cards the humans use? (Rico nods) Where did you get that?
Rico: (grunts) It's my ex-girlfriends.
Heidi: I thought only humans could get those.
Rico: (Grunts) It's a long story. (Thinks for a moment) Hey Kowalski! (Rico picks up the card and shows it) Can you use this to work the door knob? (Skipper and Hans stop fighting and look over to Kowalski)
Kowalski: Kitsune's spending card, so you DID have something left.
Skipper: Way to go, Rico! I knew you had it in you, but don't ever hold back on me again.
Rico: (Shrugs and then grunts) I didn't even know that I still had it. (Kowalski takes the card, climbs the stairs and begins to try to jimmy the door with it.)
(Cut to the blues helicopter shortly after refueling has concluded, the Viking has separated and turned back for its carrier. Not long after refueling Babs has managed to get both engines running simultaneously albeit still a bit roughly)
Digger: How's it coming, Babs?
Babs: Getting better, we've got both engines back but I'm still trying to work out the fuel mix a little. I had to keep playing with it to keep the engines running before. I should be able to get it just right soon enough.
Nigel: It looks like we hit the nail on the head with the whole bad gas thing. (The pitch of the engines changes slightly as they smooth out in operation.)
Babs: Good old military grade JP-4, that's what she likes. (Pats the airframe) I think we're good to go!
Digger: Right then, alter heading and let's head back inland. (Babs brings the chopper about and begins to head back towards land) Everybody take you're positions and make ready.
Mel: Sir, we've got an incoming encrypted message. Our C/O's are demanding an update, they know about the photos we sent.
Digger: Well we wanted to get somebodies attention with those; it looks like we have it. Send "Rescue underway, weapon located by accident." Include a description of what we found.
Mel: Understood. (He sends the message and minutes later another message comes in.) Uh oh…
Digger: What's wrong?
Mel: Sir, I need you to come here to confirm what I'm reading. (Digger makes his way over)
Don: What's the problem?
Digger: (After reading the message) It looks like we have a secondary mission on our hands, and that our mandate has temporarily changed.
Toby: I don't suppose you'd like to clear that up at all?
Digger: We have orders from National Command Authority to take out the weapon we found. (Pause) Mel inform our C/O's of Skipper's possible situation and request instruction.
Babs: (On the com) We've never had orders from NCA before. (Smirks) I think I've got Goosebumps.
Nigel: Or in your case penguin bumps.
Babs: (grins slightly and covers the com piece) I'll let Private check under my feathers later to make a determination.
Nigel: (cover the com piece) Hey now, keep your personal life at home. I don't need to know what you do with yourself when you're not crawling about in the engines. (Babs laughs. A moment later a reply comes in.)
Mel: Sir, the message reads "Understood, proceed to target as ordered and then recover personnel using all available means." (Looks toward Digger) I wonder if they even know we have weapons available. How can they expect us to go in there otherwise?
Digger: (Pauses in thought) I'm guessing that they're guessing that Skipper had Kowalski make modifications. Clearly they know their people well. (Pause with a sigh) No matter, orders are orders. Make sure all systems are up and running and go weapons hot.
Mel: I've never shot at another weapon before, what do you suggest I use?
Digger: (Sighs) The Javelin is the only air to ground missile we have, go with that.
Mel: (Slightly nervous) Um, …I did a little research on the computer and apparently our target is known to carry a nuke as it's payload. If we shoot it, …we won't set it off will we? (Pause) …Because I've heard of what those things can do, suck the paint off your house and give your family a permanent orange afro. (A chuckle comes from around the aircraft)
Digger: I'm no expert but I think it would take more than us to set one of those things off.
Mel: I'm going to hold you to that.
(Cut to Red's quarters as he listens to his stereo system. The previous song by AC/DC has concluded and the next song "In the end" by Linkin Park comes into cue. Halfway through the song a knock comes at the door and a moment later a squirrel enters.)
Red: (looks the female squirrel over) I hope this is a social visit.
Squirrel: (Looks disgusted) The truck crew has reported in, the weapon has erected and is ready to go.
Red: (Sighs) Very well, I guess duty calls. Tell them to fire when ready, I'll be up shortly to track its progress. (The squirrel exits with haste. Red begins to chuckle.) Hopefully when the weapon is picked up on RADAR by the humans they'll panic, blame each other, and launch their own. This couldn't possibly be going better, half the world will drown and the other half will burn. Life will have to start all over from scratch on this miserable little mud ball. I wonder what the next evolution will look like in a few million years. (Sighs and gets up to stretch and then heads out of the room to the command center.)
(Cut to the blues helicopter as it closes on the launch vehicle.)
Mel: I've got the weapon locked on, but there's some activity down there.
Digger: What do you mean?
Mel: It looks like the weapon has been erected and there are light flashes coming from the corners of the vehicle. I think they may be caution and warning lights.
Digger: Let's not spend time guessing at what they're doing. Fire when ready, Babs!
Babs: Confirmed missile ready, fox one! (She depressed the trigger button and the javelin flies out ahead of the chopper leaving a contrail behind. As the weapon closes on the target a mountain of fire billows out around the truck engulfing it. Seconds later the truck explodes after being hit but instead of jubilance inside of the chopper everyone is instead speechless as their eyes begin to track upward.) Oh poop!
Mel: I thought you said we wouldn't set that thing off, Digger!
Digger: We didn't, somebody launched it before we could hit it.
Don: Somebody tell me that old duck and cover bit they used to preach about back in the day has some practical use to it!
Digger: Sure, throwing a sheet over your head is going to shield you from a nuke blast, you go ahead and believe that if you want.
Toby: It's more like bend over, put your head between your legs, and kiss your bum goodbye.
Babs: (Puts the chopper into as steep of a climb as she can) I'm not dying yet, Mel give me that GDO! (Mel starts to protest) Just DO it!
Mel: (Works his console) Armed and ready!
Nigel: Hurry up and fire, you can't keep this climb up much longer.
Babs: (does her best to sight the tail of the missile as it climbs and begins to fire shot after shot) Stupid weapon!
Mel: Babs, it's an energy weapon! You don't need to correct for wind variation, velocity, or inertia! Just point and shoot! (The helicopters climb begins to stall.)
Babs: (Squeezes the trigger as fast as possible creating a machine gun effect with the blasts) Die you son of… (After a moment one of the blasts finds its mark and the missile explodes in a ball of flame sending parts raining down on the country side.) Like I said, …no dying today. (Waits for the aircraft to pick up speed before pulling up and circling around to get a look at the remains of the truck.)
Digger: Hit it a few more times just for target practice. (Babs begins to squeeze off shots at the remains of the truck)
Babs: When we get home, we're keeping this weapon!
Mel: I'll second that. I'll get Kowalski to bring me up to speed on the ins and outs of it for the sake of maintenance.
Digger: (Chuckles) I think he'll protest a bit.
Mel: He can bite me; he's not getting it back!
Digger: (looks at Babs who is still taking pot shots) That's enough, save some for the bunker. Bring us about and let's take a few shots at that thing, we'll see if we can get through any radio interference and restore contact. (Babs complies and after a few moments they approach the bunker)
Babs: Where should I hit it?
Digger: (looks the bunker over from his POV) It doesn't look like we have anybody to worry about on the roof. Take several shots about the edges, it's least likely we'll do damage to our own people there. (Babs takes aim and begins to squeeze off shots)
(Cut to inside of the ventilation shafts. Hannibal and the others have been laying quietly in wait as the two sentries beneath them have yet to move on. As if waiting had not been bad enough for them, Red shows up on his way to the command center and stops to talk to the sentries.)
Red: How long have you two been at this post?
Sentry1: About an hour.
Red: …and you've seen nothing? (The squirrel shakes his head) They've got to pop out somewhere, they'd have to in order to make it to the exit. (Several large bangs are heard and the complex shakes causing lights to flicker and dust to descend from the ceiling.) What is this…? (Grumbles) I think the penguins friends in the helicopter are back, I suppose I'll… (A few more bangs are heard with the complex shaking again. Without warning the vent grate in the ceiling gives way sending Yoshi to the floor beneath. The others scurry to back off into the shaft out of sight.)
Loki: (Whisper) At least it wasn't me this time.
Red: (Grabs Yoshi as she struggles to break free) What have we here? (Red backhands Yoshi across the face to encourage her to calm down and then begins to look more closely at the open grate above him.) I knew you would pop out sooner or later. (Pause) Where are your siblings? (Yoshi doesn't speak. A moment later Red looks up at the grate again, backs off a step, and raised his voice.) I'm going to assume the rest of you are up there, I doubt you would leave this charming young girl all by her lonesome. You would be wise to come down now; any delay could be costly for you. (Another moment passes with no response) Very well, I imagine a cost demonstration is in order. (Red pulls Yoshi close, draws a large knife from somewhere on his person, and holds it tightly against Yoshi's throat.) I'm going to count to three… (Snap to inside the vent shaft as the others exchange glances at each other. Sarah and Loki are ahead of the grate whereas Hannibal is just behind and the only one in a position to react in any way. Red can be heard counting and has already gotten to number two. Hannibal gestures for them to stay put no matter what and before anyone can say anything else he descends through the grate just as Red gets to three.) What no others…?
Hannibal: I'm all that matters, let her go.
Red: (looks in thought for a moment) I think no. (Pause) Be a dear and bring me the others would you, please?
Hannibal: No deal, let her go and you and I can settle this.
Red: A score to settle, huh? (Looks at Hannibal's weapons) Oh that's right; I barbequed your girl didn't I. (Pause in thought and then sighs) Well, It would seem I'm unprepared to take you on at the moment and since I've always been a fan of insurance policies, I think I'll hold onto her for a moment longer. (Red says something in Russian to one of the sentries and he takes off in a jog down the hallway. Red begins to back off down the hallway in the same direction of the other squirrel.) This way if you please.
Hannibal: Do you intend to walk in reverse the whole way to wherever you're leading to?
Red: Well far be it from me to assume that I don't need to keep a close eye on you while holding on to my personal shield. So yea, uh-huh. (Hannibal keeps pace as Red continues to back away down the hall with Yoshi still at knife point.)
Hannibal: I don't suppose you have a plan for this one, do you Yoshi?
Yoshi: For the moment, not dying is good enough for me.
Hannibal: I think I like that plan, stick with it.
Red: (Coarse) Continue to talk to her and her next words will be her last. (They make their way into a very large side room that looks like it doubled as a cafeteria. Once inside they stop and wait for something, moments later the squirrel sentry from before shows up with a Russian shashka in hand which is promptly handed to Red. Once he has the weapon he releases Yoshi who backs off out of the way quickly and Red stows his knife away on his person somewhere.)
Yoshi: You wanted this guy, Hannibal. I think there's no time like the present!
Red: (looks his sword over) I hope you didn't think that you were the only one who was proficient with weapons such as these. (Hannibal is silent for the moment) What, suddenly the cat has your tongue? (Pause) Have you nothing at all to say before we begin?
Hannibal: (Looks down for a moment and then looks Red in the eye as he speaks in Japanese.) May your death be a thousand times more horrible than that of your victims.
Red: (Having understood) Tsk, tsk, …that's hardly complimentary.
Hannibal: You've been to Japan have you?
Red: Any time there's a chance one of their volcanoes could wake up, I try to get over there. There's something almost romantic about watching people try to outrun a pyroclastic flow. (Looks in thought for a moment) Explosions followed by sparks and showers of liquid rock, …it's worthy of poem and song.
Hannibal: You are a seriously twisted, sick, sadistic, …
Red: Please, please, …you flatter me! Shall we get on with it? I have a world to rend.
Hannibal: (Draws his sword with a scowl) I hope you're in the mood for a lesson because school is most definitely IN!
Red: (Smirks) You're death is assured, …I hope you know that.
Hannibal: Red, you have NO idea who you're screwing with.
Red: (Laughs lightly) …And just who do you think you are?
Hannibal: I'm the repo man, ..your butt is LONG overdue and I'm here to collect! (Takes a stance staring red in the eye.)
Chapter 16 coming soon.
NCA- National Command Authority
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