And finally here is the Lucia page.
I did not give credit on Chapter 7 to the Stanley Foundation, Ross Erlich re: Plan Columbia comment.
Thanks once more to Kashy. I've kind of inundated her lately with new chapters.
Chapter 8 Lucia's POV on the was back to Rangeman.
Well that meeting with Ranger and General Barnes was something of a bust. I just can't seem to find a way to get closer to Ranger. It's apparent that he has no regard for me. Oh well. I don't feel particularly down about it. I think he just believes I am some sort of unmanageable monster.
Am I a monster? Maybe I am. But I have lots of good reasons.
I was born in Columbia, South America. My father was a successful arms and drug runner. My mother adored him. As a child I wanted for nothing. My parents arranged for me to have tutors in the compound where we lived. I loved learning. I was particularly good with languages and learned to read and speak English, French, Spanish in addition to my own native language Ticuna. When I was 12 years old my father, his parents and my mother were killed in a government attack on our compound. It was a particularly brutal attack and I was one of only a few to survive. We, the survivors, hid in the jungle watching as our people were slaughtered and our compound burned to the ground. My fear, grief and horror were beyond description. I was almost inconsolable.
After those barbarians left, we prepared graves for those who were killed. Graves? There was only one. There was almost nothing left to bury.
We continued to hide in the jungle until we were found by some associates of our group and we formed our own family of arms dealers and drug traffickers.
Much later I discovered that the people who attacked us were Columbian soldiers and Army Rangers from the United States. Hatred filled my veins. It took the place of grief and fear. I swore to get revenge. I didn't care how long it took or what I had to do. I grew up fast. I learned everything my new family could teach me, stealth, kill strikes, lying and stealing among other useful tools. I learned to kill with no feeling whatsoever.
My schooling was continued in Columbia by the successive terrorist groups with whom I was associated. It was thought that I could be a liaison between buyers and sellers of our particular goods, drugs and arms. I learned to be very good at what I did. I have good instincts about people and whether or not they are truthful and can be trusted. I stayed with these people and the survivors of my compound who had taken me in and cared for me until I was 20 years old, at which point I came to the United States and applied for citizenship. Having become a citizen of the U.S. I took the required admittance tests, passed with flying colors and was admitted to Monmouth University in New Jersey, USA. After gradation from Monmouth, I joined the U.S. Army, in order to continue my education and fulfill my goal of revenge against those who had acted against my family.
I progressed very well in the Army. With my ability to learn quickly and my willingness to do anything to advance myself, I moved up rapidly in the service. I was used all over the world in hot spots to negotiate agreements and help form alliances with foreign governments. I reported to a General Barnes, who developed a particular fondness for some of my more personal talents. I took advantage of every opportunity he offered. I learned to hide my feelings and fooled him in almost everything. He became my most loyal supporter and advanced me at every opportunity.
So, here I am in Trenton, New Jersey, getting ready to finally fulfill my goals and take down some of the Ranger group who were responsible for killing my family. And, so help me I will destroy Rangeman, Carlos Manoso and his employees. Too bad some of the others who were responsible are not as easily findable. But I will ultimately get them.
As an aside, there is no question that I could really get off playing Mrs. Manoso. Carlos is of Spanish descent as am I and he is beyond successful, rich, sexy and handsome. After that old flabby general, an affair with Major Manoso could be a lot of fun as well as profitable but he has indicated he has no desire for me. That doesn't mean I will quit trying. I did get rid of that Stephanie person he and his guys like so much . She is quite a bitch herself but she is no longer here and I am - with Carlos Manoso every day and every night.
So let my games continue. They won't even notice how much control I have taken until it is too late.
As an aside note, women are not in the fighting units of the special operations ranks. They are however used in areas of personnel and Psychological operations.