[img]http://i.imgur.com/fWyAGfR.png[/img] [b]Burma, several years ago.[/b] [color=#6660CC]"This is not a run of the mill mission!"[/color] Kaya yelled over the gunfire. She and Bruno were taking cover behind a sturdy piece of stone wall that was getting increasingly less sturdy as former junta loyalists fired off a regiment worth of ammo at them. "This is bullshit! Where the fuck is Hernandez!" Bruno, a caucasian man who possessed the porn stache to end all porn staches. He was clutching the the M16 like it was the only sure thing in the world. [color=#6660CC]"He is coming. We just gotta.. Hold.. Oh shit is that whistling?"[/color] "Fuck. MORTAR!" The ran, firing back when they could to keep their attackers from chewing them up in retreat. Throwing themselves in a ditch they watched their former cover become so much dust and gravel. "Awfully precise for a bunch of ill trained flunkies with a mortar" Bruno said as he managed to put down to Junta members that tried to make it cover flanking them. Even under fire, his aim was impeccable. But both knew that unless backup arrived, they'd be overrun. That is when they heard the howling noise of diesel engine. The car smashed through the house on the left of their enemies. Sending men screaming in confusion as on top of the the truck stood a brick house of a man. Hernandez was as wide as he was tall, and hefted the salvaged russian PK Machine gun under one arm, the feeding belt looped over his other arm. He drove past them spraying death in every way a enemy was moving. He jumped off before the truck could total itself against a tree, rolled into cover and lay down suppressive fire without breaking a sweat. They called him the Colombian Terminator for a reason. "What are you waiting for Kaya!" The man howled. Kaya simply nodded and ran to a better firing position. Careful not to get in the Hernandez line of fire while putting down the terrified Junta member fleeing her way. Hernandez had that effect. It was like watching a god of war descend on a battlefield. She and Bruno fought their way over to Hernandez and huddled. The battlefield lay silent for now. "Casualties?" Hernandez asked. [color=#6660CC]"Hong caught a bullet right in the dome."[/color] Kaya gritted her teeth. Hong had been their crackshot. Bruno was good, but Hong made a name for herself nailing impossible shot after impossible shot. It hadn't stopped the Burmese Junta from blowing her head to pieces when the ambush started. "Shit. Amilo, Omar? Our VIP" Hernandez inquired, visibly upset by the loss of Hong. The two had been very close. [color=#6660CC]"Both hurt but alive. VIP is safe. Extraction?" "On its way. Looks like the three of us got to make a stand here." [color=#6660CC]"Numbers?"[/color] "If my intel is correct, maybe twenty, thirty as tops. We can hold this place." "We'll have to Hernandez. For Hongs sake. I knew her family back home." Bruno shot them a glance. They were running low on pretty much everything. [color=#6660CC]"Yeah. For Hong."[/color] "For Hong." ---- LOST HAVEN, PRESENT DAY. Kaya stared holes in the picture on her wall. Amilo with his crooked smile and black baret. Big Bruno and his M16 casually over his knee. Hong grinning while leaning on Hernandez. Hernandez matching her grin, tall and massive as always. Kaya in the middle, next to Omar who was playing with his Kukri. Her reverie was broken by her phone going of. [color=#6660CC]"Alex. What's up."[/color] She said as he heard the sound of keys being tapped at a frenetic pace. "Got more Triads for me to beat up" "Yo. Kaya. Do you know anyone going by the name Hernandez? Big fella." Her eyes widened. [color=#6660CC]"Y-yeah."[/color] Her heart beat faster. "What happened. Is he in the states" She said as she threw on a hoodie and got out the door to her cab. She was it and on the road before the young man could answer. "Apperently, he's been shacked up in Colombia, helping Metas across the border and aiding loyalists." [color=#6660CC]"...How do you know this. That sounds like army hush hush."[/color] "I might have had some help from the new equipment. I was running a simple scan over people who might be after you. When I picked up some chatter from some of the Mexicans doing business with the Triads. Apparently, this Hernandez dude have helped the loyalists disrupt cartel operations in the area. Mainly to keep them from preying on the displaced civilians." He continued to frantically tap the keys of his computer. She could hear him slurp down something. [color=#6660CC]"You better save me some of Lazy’ O Noodles. You know I love that shit”[/color] She said as she parked inside the garage of their current hidey hole. She stepped inside the rather spaceus old gym turned command central for the triad hunting duo. [color=#6660CC]“Show me.”[/color] She said hurriedly as she leaned over his shoulder. Sloppily devouring a lukewarm bowl of Lazy’O’Noodles. Alex brought up the message on screen. There were some clips he had scurried of the web to. Even with badly shaking hand cameras and cellphones, hernandez were unmistakable. The man was shown leading rebels into a army convoy and putting the scare of god into unprepared soldiers. [color=#6660CC]“Shit.”[/color] Kaya growled, mouth still full of noodles. “You know him then.” Alex states as he wiped some of the noodle debris off his shoulder. [color=#6660CC]“Know him? He saved my life back in Burma. He was there when i got my powers to.”[/color] She said, staring at the screen. “How long ago was this?” “Five days, give or take. Oh and you wanna take a look at this. Apparently the local Dictator has some nasty ties.” More pictures flashed up on the screen. These were of a Colombian dignitary seen talking to a asian man. [color=#6660CC]“No…”[/color] Kaya breathed. “Yep. That is one of their ‘bolo spiders’. You know, what they call their top assassins and hitmen. And the mexican in the white sun hat is Rafael Matoza, known as..” Alex confirmed. [color=#6660CC]“The Sunshine Killer…”[/color] Kaya finished for him. [color=#6660CC]“I know of him. Fucker been around the world as hired muscle. We ran afoul of him during a covert ops in Bolivia. The guy is meta. He absorbs sunlight and flare it out in intense and blinding bursts. The Zeta love hiring him. You telling me both the Mexicans and the Triads are getting involved?”[/color] “Seems they decided they like the current regime. From what I can piece together, they are helping in the cornering of Loyalist forces and metas. Why waste military in vain and risk the ire of the people. Just let criminals plow through the civilians and blame them afterwards.” [color=#6660CC]“Alex”[/color] Kaya breathed, eyes not leaving the screen. “Yes Kaya.” Alex said, seeing how focused she was. Her eyes were not leaving the screen as she spoke [color=#6660CC]“I need you to call up a woman named Aida for me. She can get me to Colombia in a few hours..”[/color] She had not seen Aida in years. Guilt was a bitch like that. But if anyone could get her there with no problem, it was Aida. “...What? What about the triads!?” Alex protested. [color=#6660CC]“The Triads want something in that jungle. Or they would not be there. And Hernandez is my friend.I am killing two birds with one bullet.”[/color] Kaya cut him off, laying a heavy hand on his shoulder. He flinched but shot back with a trademark quip. “Stone. Kaya. It is two birds with one stone.” [color=#6660CC]“Don’t be silly. Nobody is that good at throwing stones. A gun however..”[/color] Kaya said as she rose to grab her shoulder holster. [color=#6660CC]“I won’t be able to bring my full arsenal, it’s to big to carry. Get me my mossberg and the 1911.”[/color] She said as she walked up the gun cabin she had mounted to the wall. “Never seen that gun before..” Alex said as he handed her the handgun and the tactical shotgun. The gun he referred to was heavily modified rifle of some sort. [color=#6660CC] “Yeah.. It’s not mine. I brought it back for my friend.”[/color] She said, running her hand over the liefield. Under her breath she said [color=#6660CC]“For Hong”[/color] “You ok Kaya, you got the faraway stare again.” [color=#6660CC]“Yeah. Yeah I’m alright.[/color] She said as she snapped back to reality. Grabbing the shotgun from Alex she headed out to the cab. [color=#6660CC]“Tell her I am on my way. Tell her it is about Hernandez.” [/color]She said to the Alex who was still rather confused about the whole ordeal. As she sat down in the cab and hit the pedal to the metal, she mumbled to herself. [color=#6660CC]I ain’t losing you to Hernandez. Stay alive.[/color]