Post by Laz on May 29, 2006 23:24:29 GMT -5
The sun was setting and the moon wasn't yet full as it slowly rose from behind the mountain. One jet seemed to glide slowly through the air over what appeared to be a military camp. As the jet landed Pardon Me by Incubus fills the air and echos through the trees of this well wooded area. Men come running out of the well made log buildings and one man walks over to the now landed jet.
Man: Soldier! Turn that shit off!
Everyone backs off as the music turns off and a man climbs out of the jet. He is wearing a jungle BDU that appears tattered and ripped for the most part. Blood is running from his mouth and nose. He had other injuries as well, his left eye was blacked and swollen shut, the whole left side of his face was swollen, and blood ran from a deep gash under his right eye. He favors his left leg holds his right arm against his stomach as he stumbles and looks up at the man who appears to be in charge. His green eyes were full of tears as he forced himself to stand up straight, anyone could tell that he was in a lot pain. He fought back tears as he spoke in a shaky low voice.
Laz: Captain Parker reporting in General, sir.
General: Report to medic Captain.
Laz: Yes, sir.
Laz stumbles and slowly makes his way to the building with a red cross painted on the side. Inside the building he was bandaged up and surprisingly there wasn't that much wrong with him.
Hours later when he was finished with the medic he was to meet the General in his office. As Laz entered the room he saw one single light on the desk and the general was sitting behind the desk looking over files of soldiers.
General: That was quite a beating you took out there Captain. Are you all right to return to the states?
Laz: Yes, sir.
General: Relax soldier, take a seat.
Laz: If you don't care General, I am in quite a hurry to make it back to the states.
General: We will get you there, don't worry Captain. I want to personally thank you for returning our experiment.
Laz: You lost a lot of soldiers out there, General. To be honest, I don't see how you can stand to sit behind that desk so calmly.
General: (closing files) I don't think you understand, Captain. Each of these men knew the risk before they took it.
Laz: We lose good men everyday in Iraq, NOT on American Soil. you are responsible for the ones that died today and you will have to deal with it. They knew the risk?! Is that all you have to say General? If so then may God have mercy on your soul.
General: Captain, don't you ever raise your voice to me. If you do that again I can assure you that you will be going back to the states in handcuffs.
Laz: Threats are the last resort of a coward, sir. You are not worthy of the rank you hold; I will personally see to it that you will never run another base or oversee another soldier when there is, in fact, a risk of them losing their lives, because knowing you, they will. I take my leave... sir.
Laz turns to walk out. Before he makes it to the door he two guards step in front of him. With a deep breath he halts at the sound of the General's voice.
General: You are not dismissed, captain.
Laz: Why should I give a murderer the honor of dismissing a war hero.
General: A war hero? (chuckles for an instant then returns to his serious tone of voice as he rises from his chair) You will not disobey me. That is insubordination, Captain. You can call me a murderer, but the fact of the matter is that they weren't properly trained, they made mistakes. After all I wasn't the one that killed them.
Laz: Maybe not, sir, but you abandoned them. In my eyes that worse than pulling the trigger yourself.
General: There is one thing you will learn, captain. Learn it well and keep it near. Your place isn't in telling me my job. Your place is under tanks and planes, in oil and grease, NOT telling me what to do.
Laz: I am a soldier in the U.S. Army, it is my job to uphold the constitution and protect the people of my country, that means soldiers as well, Sir.
His voice was cross as he looked over his shoulder back to the General. The guards still didn't move, they were guarding the exit as if he was a criminal. Laz just stood there waiting for them to move.
General: Captain, I place you under arrest for insubordination and disrespecting a superior officer. Gentlemen, take him away.
It's dark in the holding cell but he was very well pissed off at the fact that he would get arrested for such a simple thing as disrespecting the person who deserves no respect. Of course there was insubordination, but again that ties in with respect. It isn't right, not in his head. Besides he could rest assured that his CO would come looking for him. That is if they don't call in with a court martial. No, he wouldn't, he knows not to go that far. Hopefully they would release him soon. He had to get back home, there was so much riding on him getting home by day break but that was all over now.
Hours pass and he just sits there in the corner of his holding cell. He could get out if he wanted and oh, he wanted out. But not at the price he would have to pay later. The lights were out and he could barely see anything in the room. The moon glowed through the bars on the floor and that was the only sort of light that he had.
Laz: I see there is some fresh meat around town. Well, we can fix that can't we. Sure it's not exactly fair that I save the general's ass and get locked up for it, but hey, what can I say? Maybe I am a little too hard on my commanding officers sometimes. However, you have to admit that he deserved that. I really don't see how he can possibility think that he can get away with this. But after all thats only one of my problems. It would seem that there are a few people that I need to give a warm welcome to.
He sighs as he looks up to the anything but full moon. He knew the name, it was on the tip of his tongue but it seems he couldn't get it out.
Laz: Why can't I remember this? I know it... hang on... it started with a Y... Oh yeah... Yinnek. Just tell me something, if you will. What the hell kind of name is that? Yinnek? Well in any case, welcome to the wonderful world of getting your ass beat. Sure you MIGHT prove yourself worthy but you my friend, you... are a newbie. Seriously, how many rings have you been in? How many times have you walked down to the squared circle, climbed in and walked away victorious? I don't think I've ever heard a name like that before, Yinnek. Oh well not that it matters. Your name has deceived you, basically, you don't have one. Now you have two options. One, you can get out to the gym, learn to fight with your hands, or two, you can go out there in that ring with no experience and be carried out on a stretcher. Now what's it gonna be? Hmmm?
The door opened and the moonlight was blocked by the shadow of a man. Laz looks up and sees the man in the doorway. As the light clicks on he is overjoyed for the most part.
Laz: Brad...
Brad: Right now I am your major.
Laz: Major, I can explain.
Brad: I'm sure you can.
Laz: You don't understand.
Brad: I understand, Captain. You disappoint me, here I thought that you would have the balls to hold your tongue around superior officers. But I suppose that all the time around me where rank didn't matter caused this. Nevertheless, I must take you back to base. IF you are lucky you will survive without a mark on your record.
Laz: Without a mark? Tell me you didn't.
Brad: General Baker called me, I flew here and basically had to meet with him on his terms about getting you out of here without a mark on your record.
Brad unlocks the cell but holds it closed for as he looks in on Laz who is now standing and close to the bars.
Brad: Come on, Lieutenant.
Laz: You cant take my rank...
Brad: That's the only way he would have it. So here is what is going to happen. We are going to walk out of here and get on that plane, fly back to base where you will put in a full day's work as a Lieutenant under me, then we will see how it goes from there.
Laz: You know as well as I do that Baker is the last person that deserves respect.
Brad: (opening the cell door) Of course, but General Baker is the one that controls what goes on your record, especially from here.
Laz: (walking out) Of course.
Brad: There is however, one more thing you must do before you leave.
Laz: (stops halfway out the door) What's that?
Brad: You have to apologize to General Baker in front of his guards.
Laz sighs and slowly turns and walks back to the cell where he closes the cell door and sits back in the same spot he was before Brad walked in.
Brad: What are you doing?
Laz: I would rather rot here than to apologize for something I'm not sorry for.
Brad: It's your only way out of here.
Laz: Fine, don't expect it to be nice.
Brad lets him out again and they walk to the General's office where Brad opened the door and they walked in. The General was still sitting behind his desk this time he was on the phone. He quickly hung up and dismissed his guards as Brad just stood there. It would seem that the general knew what Laz was planing.
General: Major, you are dismissed as well.
Brad: I think I wanna see this.
General: Dismissed Major.
Brad: I rather think not.
Laz: He stays.
General: Parker, I hope you learned something in all of this.
Brad steps back and crosses his arms with a smug smile. Laz stands there looking cocky as a smile crosses his face. He tilts his head to one side and leans over placing his hands on the front of the general's desk.
Brad: Don't you have something you want to say to the general, captain?
General: You mean lieutenant.
Laz: Big man with big rank thinks I'm afraid of him.
Brad: That he does, captain. Watch your step.
Laz: Well, general, you have a lesson you need to learn. You can't go around threatening people, especially soldiers. Do you want to know why? It's simple, big guy like you,makes a name for himself pushing people around and threatening people. However, every once in a while you will come across someone who knows everything about you, the way you shortcut tests, blame soldiers for their own deaths, run in the face of fear, bow down to the terrorists of the world, pocket supply money, all of these things and more are starting to catch up with you. If you want to take my rank, fine, I can help things along. I might be a Lieutenant again for a day, but you will be a permanent inmate of military prison for life. So go on, just know that I will not hold my tongue any longer. This is a two way street. I'm sorry you didn't see it before it came to this. So good night and sleep well, (salutes the general) general. (turns and salutes brad) major.
Brad: (looking to the general) Dismissed Captain.
General: (sighing) Dismissed (speaks slowly and low) Captain.
Laz walks out and climbs aboard the chopper, waiting on Brad. The smile crossed his face again as he looked into the camera again.
Laz: Dealer, wow I haven't seen much of you around lately. Avoiding the cameras are we? Don't worry, I don't hurt chickens... much. What happened to you? At first you want to imply that you want to kick my ass, take me down, whatever. Then when I take a stand you what? Run? That's okay Dealer, I didn't think you had it in you to stand up to me in the first place. I have heard of you though, unlike our new found friend, Yinnek. I gotta say this though, you're not living up to your name. How can you call yourself the Dealer of Death and not know exactly what you are doing? You have made a mistake, Dealer. That mistake is pissing me off. I could have let it go at implying, but then you had to go and vanish. Great. Just great.
Brad walks out to the chopper and climbs on. A look of glee on his face as he closed the chopper door right before it lifted off.
Brad: Congrats, Captain.
Laz: What?
Brad: You keep your rank.
Laz: Can you believe that ass? Threatening me?
Brad: I know but here's something more unbelievable. He threatened me.
Laz: (chuckling) He really is a dumbass... for a general.
Brad: All general's are dumb asses.
Laz: Most.
Brad: So let's get you home.
Laz: That would be nice.
The scene fades out over trees.
End
Man: Soldier! Turn that shit off!
Everyone backs off as the music turns off and a man climbs out of the jet. He is wearing a jungle BDU that appears tattered and ripped for the most part. Blood is running from his mouth and nose. He had other injuries as well, his left eye was blacked and swollen shut, the whole left side of his face was swollen, and blood ran from a deep gash under his right eye. He favors his left leg holds his right arm against his stomach as he stumbles and looks up at the man who appears to be in charge. His green eyes were full of tears as he forced himself to stand up straight, anyone could tell that he was in a lot pain. He fought back tears as he spoke in a shaky low voice.
Laz: Captain Parker reporting in General, sir.
General: Report to medic Captain.
Laz: Yes, sir.
Laz stumbles and slowly makes his way to the building with a red cross painted on the side. Inside the building he was bandaged up and surprisingly there wasn't that much wrong with him.
Hours later when he was finished with the medic he was to meet the General in his office. As Laz entered the room he saw one single light on the desk and the general was sitting behind the desk looking over files of soldiers.
General: That was quite a beating you took out there Captain. Are you all right to return to the states?
Laz: Yes, sir.
General: Relax soldier, take a seat.
Laz: If you don't care General, I am in quite a hurry to make it back to the states.
General: We will get you there, don't worry Captain. I want to personally thank you for returning our experiment.
Laz: You lost a lot of soldiers out there, General. To be honest, I don't see how you can stand to sit behind that desk so calmly.
General: (closing files) I don't think you understand, Captain. Each of these men knew the risk before they took it.
Laz: We lose good men everyday in Iraq, NOT on American Soil. you are responsible for the ones that died today and you will have to deal with it. They knew the risk?! Is that all you have to say General? If so then may God have mercy on your soul.
General: Captain, don't you ever raise your voice to me. If you do that again I can assure you that you will be going back to the states in handcuffs.
Laz: Threats are the last resort of a coward, sir. You are not worthy of the rank you hold; I will personally see to it that you will never run another base or oversee another soldier when there is, in fact, a risk of them losing their lives, because knowing you, they will. I take my leave... sir.
Laz turns to walk out. Before he makes it to the door he two guards step in front of him. With a deep breath he halts at the sound of the General's voice.
General: You are not dismissed, captain.
Laz: Why should I give a murderer the honor of dismissing a war hero.
General: A war hero? (chuckles for an instant then returns to his serious tone of voice as he rises from his chair) You will not disobey me. That is insubordination, Captain. You can call me a murderer, but the fact of the matter is that they weren't properly trained, they made mistakes. After all I wasn't the one that killed them.
Laz: Maybe not, sir, but you abandoned them. In my eyes that worse than pulling the trigger yourself.
General: There is one thing you will learn, captain. Learn it well and keep it near. Your place isn't in telling me my job. Your place is under tanks and planes, in oil and grease, NOT telling me what to do.
Laz: I am a soldier in the U.S. Army, it is my job to uphold the constitution and protect the people of my country, that means soldiers as well, Sir.
His voice was cross as he looked over his shoulder back to the General. The guards still didn't move, they were guarding the exit as if he was a criminal. Laz just stood there waiting for them to move.
General: Captain, I place you under arrest for insubordination and disrespecting a superior officer. Gentlemen, take him away.
It's dark in the holding cell but he was very well pissed off at the fact that he would get arrested for such a simple thing as disrespecting the person who deserves no respect. Of course there was insubordination, but again that ties in with respect. It isn't right, not in his head. Besides he could rest assured that his CO would come looking for him. That is if they don't call in with a court martial. No, he wouldn't, he knows not to go that far. Hopefully they would release him soon. He had to get back home, there was so much riding on him getting home by day break but that was all over now.
Hours pass and he just sits there in the corner of his holding cell. He could get out if he wanted and oh, he wanted out. But not at the price he would have to pay later. The lights were out and he could barely see anything in the room. The moon glowed through the bars on the floor and that was the only sort of light that he had.
Laz: I see there is some fresh meat around town. Well, we can fix that can't we. Sure it's not exactly fair that I save the general's ass and get locked up for it, but hey, what can I say? Maybe I am a little too hard on my commanding officers sometimes. However, you have to admit that he deserved that. I really don't see how he can possibility think that he can get away with this. But after all thats only one of my problems. It would seem that there are a few people that I need to give a warm welcome to.
He sighs as he looks up to the anything but full moon. He knew the name, it was on the tip of his tongue but it seems he couldn't get it out.
Laz: Why can't I remember this? I know it... hang on... it started with a Y... Oh yeah... Yinnek. Just tell me something, if you will. What the hell kind of name is that? Yinnek? Well in any case, welcome to the wonderful world of getting your ass beat. Sure you MIGHT prove yourself worthy but you my friend, you... are a newbie. Seriously, how many rings have you been in? How many times have you walked down to the squared circle, climbed in and walked away victorious? I don't think I've ever heard a name like that before, Yinnek. Oh well not that it matters. Your name has deceived you, basically, you don't have one. Now you have two options. One, you can get out to the gym, learn to fight with your hands, or two, you can go out there in that ring with no experience and be carried out on a stretcher. Now what's it gonna be? Hmmm?
The door opened and the moonlight was blocked by the shadow of a man. Laz looks up and sees the man in the doorway. As the light clicks on he is overjoyed for the most part.
Laz: Brad...
Brad: Right now I am your major.
Laz: Major, I can explain.
Brad: I'm sure you can.
Laz: You don't understand.
Brad: I understand, Captain. You disappoint me, here I thought that you would have the balls to hold your tongue around superior officers. But I suppose that all the time around me where rank didn't matter caused this. Nevertheless, I must take you back to base. IF you are lucky you will survive without a mark on your record.
Laz: Without a mark? Tell me you didn't.
Brad: General Baker called me, I flew here and basically had to meet with him on his terms about getting you out of here without a mark on your record.
Brad unlocks the cell but holds it closed for as he looks in on Laz who is now standing and close to the bars.
Brad: Come on, Lieutenant.
Laz: You cant take my rank...
Brad: That's the only way he would have it. So here is what is going to happen. We are going to walk out of here and get on that plane, fly back to base where you will put in a full day's work as a Lieutenant under me, then we will see how it goes from there.
Laz: You know as well as I do that Baker is the last person that deserves respect.
Brad: (opening the cell door) Of course, but General Baker is the one that controls what goes on your record, especially from here.
Laz: (walking out) Of course.
Brad: There is however, one more thing you must do before you leave.
Laz: (stops halfway out the door) What's that?
Brad: You have to apologize to General Baker in front of his guards.
Laz sighs and slowly turns and walks back to the cell where he closes the cell door and sits back in the same spot he was before Brad walked in.
Brad: What are you doing?
Laz: I would rather rot here than to apologize for something I'm not sorry for.
Brad: It's your only way out of here.
Laz: Fine, don't expect it to be nice.
Brad lets him out again and they walk to the General's office where Brad opened the door and they walked in. The General was still sitting behind his desk this time he was on the phone. He quickly hung up and dismissed his guards as Brad just stood there. It would seem that the general knew what Laz was planing.
General: Major, you are dismissed as well.
Brad: I think I wanna see this.
General: Dismissed Major.
Brad: I rather think not.
Laz: He stays.
General: Parker, I hope you learned something in all of this.
Brad steps back and crosses his arms with a smug smile. Laz stands there looking cocky as a smile crosses his face. He tilts his head to one side and leans over placing his hands on the front of the general's desk.
Brad: Don't you have something you want to say to the general, captain?
General: You mean lieutenant.
Laz: Big man with big rank thinks I'm afraid of him.
Brad: That he does, captain. Watch your step.
Laz: Well, general, you have a lesson you need to learn. You can't go around threatening people, especially soldiers. Do you want to know why? It's simple, big guy like you,makes a name for himself pushing people around and threatening people. However, every once in a while you will come across someone who knows everything about you, the way you shortcut tests, blame soldiers for their own deaths, run in the face of fear, bow down to the terrorists of the world, pocket supply money, all of these things and more are starting to catch up with you. If you want to take my rank, fine, I can help things along. I might be a Lieutenant again for a day, but you will be a permanent inmate of military prison for life. So go on, just know that I will not hold my tongue any longer. This is a two way street. I'm sorry you didn't see it before it came to this. So good night and sleep well, (salutes the general) general. (turns and salutes brad) major.
Brad: (looking to the general) Dismissed Captain.
General: (sighing) Dismissed (speaks slowly and low) Captain.
Laz walks out and climbs aboard the chopper, waiting on Brad. The smile crossed his face again as he looked into the camera again.
Laz: Dealer, wow I haven't seen much of you around lately. Avoiding the cameras are we? Don't worry, I don't hurt chickens... much. What happened to you? At first you want to imply that you want to kick my ass, take me down, whatever. Then when I take a stand you what? Run? That's okay Dealer, I didn't think you had it in you to stand up to me in the first place. I have heard of you though, unlike our new found friend, Yinnek. I gotta say this though, you're not living up to your name. How can you call yourself the Dealer of Death and not know exactly what you are doing? You have made a mistake, Dealer. That mistake is pissing me off. I could have let it go at implying, but then you had to go and vanish. Great. Just great.
Brad walks out to the chopper and climbs on. A look of glee on his face as he closed the chopper door right before it lifted off.
Brad: Congrats, Captain.
Laz: What?
Brad: You keep your rank.
Laz: Can you believe that ass? Threatening me?
Brad: I know but here's something more unbelievable. He threatened me.
Laz: (chuckling) He really is a dumbass... for a general.
Brad: All general's are dumb asses.
Laz: Most.
Brad: So let's get you home.
Laz: That would be nice.
The scene fades out over trees.
End
