AK 239: The Enemy Is Already Here

The Iranian then mows down all of the scientists, killing them.

Doctor Peskov who asked for the water, falls into the bay.

The Iranian says, “There! There’s your glass of water.”

The Iranians laugh at the floating body in the bay.

I stand and shoot the Iranian and it’s on!

Gunfire erupts from my ‘3’ and ‘9’ o’clock. I lay down a burst of fire and take out the two threats on my ‘3’. Meanwhile on my ‘9’ this crazy guy is charging me like a bull but not firing his weapon. I realize it’s jammed. As he nears, I simply take the butt of my AK 74M and knock him into Kendrick Bay. I hit him in the temple so death was probably instantaneous.

As I look back onto the bridge the Iranian general is nowhere to be found.

I can hear gunfire on the, The Cod-Father, the other trawler that Jen boarded.

I run around to the other side of the boat and am met with gunfire again. I take out another Iranian who starts shooting from my ‘6.’

As I swing around to port side I see an Iranian has Jen in his sights and is about to shoot her in the back. I fire a short burst knocking him into the water.

Jen wheels around and gives me a thumbs-up sign.

I can remember the last look I saw on her face before the explosion. It was one of confidence and love. At least that’s how I’d like to remember it, I guess.

There is an explosion so large it knocks me backward and onto the deck.

As I jump to my feet and race onto the deck, there is some splashing of debris into the water then an eerie silence.

I yell,

“Jennifer!”

There is no way anyone could have lived through this blast. It took off the entire bridge and the entire upper deck of The Cod-Father. I run to the front of King of the Crabs to see if it’s possible that she lived.

“Impossible.”

I thought as I looked at the utter damage of this boat. That looks like a whole lot of C4.

Then I run to the back of the boat to be sure.

I see nothing.

Nothing living in the water.

Nothing living on the boat.

Just nothing.

I find myself not caring at all about what appears to be a ballistic missile submarine sitting the furthest out on my starboard side.

I’m still running around like a chicken with my head cut off on the port side desperately trying to find Jennifer.

Finally, I realize the fact that the only person in my life that I have ever loved is gone.

This makes my legs buckle from under me much quicker than carrying her hundreds of yards in forty-degree water!

I have to grab onto the railing or I would have dropped like a rock to the deck.

I stare at the water for an eternity before remembering:

That Iranian general is still on the loose.

Realizing that she’s gone, I slowly walk back inside the bridge. As I do, I’m disgusted at the site I see:

Russian soldiers lying, dead, in pools of blood executed by the Iranians.

These monsters are barbarians from the 7^th Century, I thought.

And If I find any more of them I’m sending them right, the hell, back there!

As I stand there looking at this horror, I see a little man in civilian clothing crawling slowly away from me inside the bridge. I quietly come up from behind him and when he hears me he says,

“Please, please they forced me to…”

“Who are you,” I ask.

“My name is Sergei.”

Russian?

“Yes.”

“What are you doing here?”

The man reaches for something so I train my gun on his center mass.

“Wait! Wait I’m getting my ID.”

“What is your objective?” I ask.

“We were here to…”

The man tries to go for my gun but in a very foolish manner.

He goes for the muzzle.

It’s foolish as it swings the butt of the gun right toward him and I clock him with it in his left eye.

The man falls back in pain holding his eye. When he recovers again I now realize this is the little Iranian general I saw moments ago. He simply took off his uniform and put on civilian clothes.

A cell phone rings in the closet.

We both stare at each other a moment when I say,

“Maybe I’ll just answer your phone and get some answers.”

I walk over to the closet door and as soon as I open it the little man lunges for me again.

And again I clock him with the butt of my machine gun, only this time in his right eye.

He falls back in pain.

I pick up the phone and answer it. On the other end of the phone in Farsi a man says,

“General, we are now ready to launch all of our Shahab 4s on your command.”

I recognize this is Farsi but don’t really understand what was said.

The general starts screaming in Farsi,

“Launch all of your missiles at the American cities now.”

An Iranian commando pops out of nowhere at my ‘6’ and shoves a gun in my back.

“Drop your weapon.”

I could fight but I’ll be shot before I can wheel around.

I release my gun and the little Iranian general confidently stands, still holding his bleeding eye.

“You will now give me your gun.”

A tense moment ensues as I’m frozen.

I decide I don’t have any choice when I see another man walk to the door on the far side of the bridge.

“What the hell is going on here….”

It’s Stone and his timing couldn’t have been better or worse… depending on where you are in the room.