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LOYALTY OF A DRAGON
by 00-FAN008 and Sun Tzu
The jungle was beautiful. Lush green plants, many beautiful and exotic species of flowers, and presently a cool dampness in the night air. The animals were so mysterious and exotic, from the multicolored birds to the bright green lizards to the dark furry rodents with very long tails. If a man were to stand still in this exotic wonderland of nature, and simply absorb his surroundings, he would feel at one with nature in an instant. While some may search for years for their personal, private, natural Eden in the mountains, boreal and deciduous forests, and savannahs, absolutely anyone who even set foot in the Kanawa Jungle would fall within its mystery and beauty and believe, even if for a moment, that it was paradise.
For the man in the mud-caked Armani suit, panting as he raced through the dense green foliage, crashing through bush and plant, brandishing a Walther P99 pistol in his right hand and a long, bloody scratch down the left side of his face, no such idea existed. For him this was Hell, not Paradise. But that was not his present thought. Practically no thought existed in his mind. He was a machine now, relying on what had been drilled into him, what he had learned in training. Every motion was robotic.
If he wanted to survive, it had to be.
As he passed a thick, tall tree, its rough vines hanging low, slightly above his head, he heard the zzzziiiiippppp!!! of the suppressed machine gun behind him and heard the pop-pop-pop as the three-round burst fired hit the tree, scant inches away from his head.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the thin red line of the laser sight sweep low across the tops of the bushes, and he briefly saw it flash over his right arm.
Another three-round burst fired in his direction, but was way off, hitting a thick bush and causing several snik! sounds.
The man panted, reloaded the Walther, and brushed his dark blonde hair, now thick with mud, away from his forehead.
Locate. Sight. Neutralize.