Explanations, part two {Chapter 6}

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Next: Kalinin goes paternal. Sousuke gets "homework." Self-doubt...a mission briefing...and a special gift from Kurz.
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Lt. Commander Andrey Kalinin sat at his desk, eyes on the most recent photograph of his sons and daughter. He thought specifically of his youngest son, Petr, who would be about age 16 now. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through his beard, wondering what his son might be doing, and what kind of man he was on the verge of becoming. Certainly, there were any number of intelligence sources he could secretly employ to discover such things as grades, clubs, sports, and hobbies. And if he wanted, he would have no difficulty finding out the name of his son's dog, his best friend, or the girls he liked. Such knowledge would be pointless and would not satisfy him, though. It was too long since he had actually seen his son, and he had no idea when he would have such an opportunity again.

He placed the photograph back in his top desk drawer, next to the photograph of his late wife and the faded photograph of his parents, his brothers, and himself. With little arranging of the drawer's contents, he was able to retrieve another photograph, one taken of him during his earliest days in Afganistan.

Looking at the photo, he did a quick mental review of his military career, juxtaposed against the background of his marriage and the lives of his children. He sighed ever so slightly and asked himself if he regretted his past decisions, or if he had grown tired of his current position. After some moments of introspection, he decided his regrets were mostly for opportunities lost, rather than mistakes made and chances taken.

At precisely 1500 hours, a knock sounded on the door to his cabin.

"Enter," he said.

Sergeant Sousuke Sagara entered the room smartly, came to quick attention, and saluted. "Reporting as ordered, Sir!"

"At ease, Sergeant, please have a seat," Kalinin offered, waving one hand towards a pair of simple but comfortable carven oak chairs.

Kalinin made a steeple of his hands as he regarded Sousuke. Here was a young man he had fought against, fought with, and commanded. He had proven a determined foe, a dependable ally, and an exemplary subordinate. He knew more about Sousuke than perhaps anyone else living did, but he was still aware of just how much he didn't know.

Unbeknownst to Sousuke, he felt a kinship to him he that he had felt with a decidedly limited number of people. He also felt a level of responsibility towards him that was an unwanted and uncomfortable burden in a commanding officer.

"Sergeant...I take it you have questions regarding the reason for this meeting?"

"Yes, Lt. Commander. I am forced to believe that I am here now because of events that recently occured at my apartment with Captain Testarossa and Miss Chidori. Is that indeed the case, Sir?"

"The answer is yes and no. You are in this submarine now because of the pending mission. You are in that chair in this office because of the Captain's report. Before we proceed any further, I require that you give me full details of the day in question, keeping explanations professional and to the point. I shall hold all questions until the end of your report."

Sousuke's report was thorough and evenly paced. Kalinin watched as well as listened. He listened not only the words spoken, but the intonation, the cadence, and the length of any and all pauses. His eyes sought clues as well, watching Sousuke's eyes; his mouth; his posture; the movement of his hands and arms; the inclination of his head.

When Sousuke had finished, Kalinin said affably "An excellent report, Sergeant. I thank you. You have answered many questions I had, and have confirmed many of my suspicions as well. I will say for your sake, that I do not find fault in any of your actions, and have not lost any of my high regard for you as a professional. I continue to have concern for the frequent nature of unusual occurences that follow in your wake, but I am not displeased by your manner of dealing with such happenstance."

He watched Sousuke's face for signs of relief, and caught the telltale relaxation of his facial muscles most individuals would have missed. "Regardless of the cause of recent events, their occurence has by itself raised numerous issues for discussion, some of which I shall now bring up for examination. Before we get into details, I will mention one thing briefly and tangentially, with the greatest expectation that such words will remain between us alone...I take it I have your full cooperation and assurances, Sergeant?"

"Yes Sir, of course Sir!"

"Good. The events you have so meticulously described have raised questions about not only you, Sergeant, but also about Miss Chidori...and about Captain Testarossa. Even if I do not repeat Miss Chidori's name further in our converstaion, I am certain you will be cognizant of her implied role in your actions and decisions.

"As for our Captain, I simply wish to state that we have discussed matters together that have extended beyond the realm of professional conduct, and that includes issue relating to you, to her, and particularly to her where you are concerned. I did not want you to think that I have lacked in complete thouroughness, had you had thoughts yourself regarding such matters." Kalinin could sense that Sousuke had previously had some amount of uncertainty regarding Captain Testarossa's actions and interpretations, and had even more questions now. Those questions were not inconsequential, but it was not his place to answer them.

"Lt. Commander, may I ask a question, Sir?"

"Yes, Sergeant. If my guess is correct, you will be asking if a decision has been made regarding you mission in Japan?"

"Yes, Sir."

"All I can say is that the matter has been discussed in preliminary fashion and that, as you might surmise, this meeting between you and I will go a long way towards providing additional points for consideration." Kalinin, like Sousuke, continued to sit with the utmost economy of movement. The Lt. Commander smiled when he once again realized that his subordinate was also quite skilled in his observations.

"I understand, Sir."

"And do you approve, Sergeant?" Kalinin asked wryly.

"It is neither my position to approve or disapprove, Sir. Though, I must say that I appreciate all efforts at completeness, and I feel compelled to say that I will not doubt the fairness of any conclusions reached."

"I see. I would like to take a few moments to discuss some recent events that have occured in your capacity as Miss Chidori's bodyguard, making use of this opportunity to understand your intentions, motives, and decision making during such events."

The older soldier mentioned a number of memorable events that had taken place, and Sousuke could not help but look uncomfortable on occasion, despite his awareness that his every expression would be monitored. Serious conversations with the Lt. Commander could be difficult and demanding! When the time came for Sousuke to discuss his part in selected events, the younger man did so with and economy of speech and gesticulations.

As he listened to his subordinate's explanations, Kalinin could not help but smile inside, even if such a smile was somewhat inappropriate. Good Lord, but that young man was a veritable lightning rod for trouble...Kalinin would not be surprised at all had Sousuke secretly been auditioning for the role of the Fifth Rider of the Apocalype! And who else on the planet could possibly have such a talent to hurdle the sublime or stumble on the ridiculous, often in such close succession. He shook his head slightly when he heard of the use of the Bonta-Kun suit. He had seen photographs of the device, and remembered his initial moments of disbelief. Could anything at all in the complete annals of military history rival the combination of absurdity and success provided by that solution?!

When Sousuke finally ceased speaking, Kalanin maintained a straight face while offering his professional critique. When he finished, he took the opportunity to provide the young Sergeant with some insight into aspects of his mission that he may have had no prior reason to consider.

"There is one other issue I should bring to your attention, Sergeant. There are many people at work behind the scenes of your mission, many of whom you have never met and may have no requirement to meet. They are all worthy of thanks for their tireless efforts, and they all deserve your respect. I speak only partially in jest when I say that it is by all accounts a good thing that you shall not come face to face with some such individuals, as I could offer no guarantee of your personal safety. To be blunt, Sergeant, you are not thought kindly of by the staff members in the Financial Section, nor are you likely to be invited to any parties thrown by the Domestic Relations team. I will finish by saying that it has taken considerable time and effort...not to mention bribes in the form of untraceable donations, grants, and pocket monies...to convince school officials to allow you to remain."

"I see, Sir. I shall endeavor to improve."

"Yes, please see that you do your best in that regard, Sergeant. Would you like a cup of tea or a glass of water?"

"No thank you, Sir."

"Sergeant, do you agree that we can often learn as much about an individual by the questions he asks, as we learn from the answers he gives?" Kalinin smiled slightly, and projected an image of approachability.

"Yes, Sir. And I should say that recently I have had ample opportunity to both ask and answer my own questions." Sousuke also smiled slightly, and relaxed his posture a small amount.

"Ah, I see. Do you consider that good fortune, or bad fortune?" Kalinin said raising one eyebrow.

"Yes" was all that Sousuke replied while keeping a straight face.

Kalinin chuckled. "You are not planning on becoming a sage and leaving the service, are you Sergeant Sagara?"

"Not today, Sir. And not without permission."

"Permission, indeed. I will now give you permission to ask a question or two that lays heavy on your mind, Sergeant. After that, I shall take back the rudder."

Sousuke thought a moment. "Sir, if I may, I would like to ask a question on Miss Chidori's behalf."

"I see. Your request speaks well of you, Sergeant." Kalinin had no difficulty learning from Sousuke's question. "You are free to ask, as long as you realize that my answer may be limited, if I am permitted to answer at all."

"Yes, Sir...I understand." Sousuke said, trying his best to hide his anxiety. "Lt. Commander, can you tell me about Mithril's plans for Kaname? Can you tell me if she will be examined? Can you tell me if something is expected of her? How long are we planning to offer her protection? Is she in real and present danger?" Kalinin waited to answer, seeing that Sousuke was still trying to give form to his thoughts. "Sir, could there be a role for Kaname in Mithril?" Sousuke had switched from 'Miss Chidori' to 'Kaname.'

"Ah," Kalinin chuckled, "we have discovered another talent of yours, Sergeant Sagara. You are rather adept at asking simple questions."

"My apology, Sir."

Kalinin went as far as to laugh quietly. "Don't apologize, Sergeant. There is nothing wrong with asking questions, no matter what some military brass may think. I would be disappointed if you didn't have such questions...I know I would ask the same things if I was in your position."

Thank you, Sir."

Kalinin's face took on a more serious look. "I must refuse to answer a majority of your question, Sergeant. This is not my decision alone. And it is not because I do not wish I could inform you of such matters."

"I understand, Sir."

"In regards to the level of risk, the opinions vary. I personally continue to judge it to be unknown, but potentially high. The brief takeover of this craft was enough to open many eyes that had been all too comfortably closed for much too long a time. I do not need to name our long time common foe, may he burn forever in Hell. While he was always one to keep the cards close to his chest, we can not guarantee that he did not tell someone of Miss Chidori's nature. There is, of course, the even more worrisome question of where he learned of Miss Chidori, and whether such a source or sources still exisit. And, despite rigorous recent efforts at improving security and discovering the source of internal leaks, we must still reconsider the sanctity of any secret that Mithril believes it still holds with surety."

"Thank you, sir."

"Would you like to ask the obvious follow-up question, or will you allow me to ask it for you?" Kalinin looked Sousuke directly in the eyes, and continued when the younger man nodded his head. "Yes, Mithril does continue to regard Miss Chidori's safety as a priority, and you remain a trusted option in that regard. I must, of course, put stress on the word option. What I cannot say is how long you will be considered an option...or more importantly, how long you will represent the best option."

Kalinin paused, and folded his hands together on the desk top. "I suppose I may have said too much, but I also see no reason why I should not explain further. In fact, I can see one benefit of such knowledge."

"Sir?" Sousuke asked, curious and concerned.

"You are currently the most appropriate operative in this mission, Sergeant. But, due to recent recruitment, there is a possibility that might change some day. I will not go into details, other than to say a young lady of Japanese descent and American birth has been accepted into Mithril for training. She is a very clever young lady, and adept at multiple languages. She is not, as of yet, trained in the use of weapons. She has plans to attend college, and has no aversion to changing the location of her highschool education. I am certain you can see the significance in these facts, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir." Sousuke realized, as he had before, that he could take nothing for granted. He also understood that knowledge of a potential alternative allowed him a greater degree of freedom in examining his own feelings and motives. He would not feel that he was guilty of abandoning Kaname, were he to decide he no longer wanted to serve as her bodyguard. While such an opportunity may not change his personal decision, he certainly appreciated the increased room to breath.

"Sergeant Sagara," Kalinin began, ready to change the direction of his questioning. "I would like your analysis regarding your selection for the mission of safeguarding Miss Chidori. Why were you selected?"

"Sir, I would list age, Japanese language skill, and necessary combat skills as the prime reasons."

"Very good, Sergeant. Can you think of additional reasons why we at Mithril may have sent you there? Secondary purposes." Kalinin was curious to see what conclusions his subordinate may have reached.

"Nothing major, Sir. The academic opportunities could prove useful. But I doubt they would have a major impact on my function as a combat soldier"

"The succint answer is education, Sergeant. But not necessarily academics. There are certainly things to learn outside of school texts, just as there are things to be learned outside of military manuals.

"Your placement in that school not only forces you to deal with people and situations you would otherwise never see, but it also allows you to do those things. Similarly, it will force you to examine yourself, and allow you a chance to do the same. The distinction between necessity and opportunity is important to note. I will allow you to contemplate the significance at your own leisure. To be blunt, we wanted you not only to examine yourself, but to examine yourself within a reference population of individuals of your own general age group. We also wanted to provide you the opportunity to grow as a person, Sergeant."

"Sir, I don't understand. How should these things concern me regarding my effectiveness as a soldier? And why should my superiors be concerned about me in this manner?" Sousuke was clearly puzzled.

Kalinin stroked his beard briefly, and took another sip of water. He sighed briefly, understanding the magnitude of the task at hand. It would take time and patience, and there was only so much he could accomplish today in one meeting. "I will answer your last question first. It is by no means the fault of Mithril, or any of her members, that you had a difficult and abbreviated childhood...it was not by any of our actions that you were forced to adopt the ways of a warrior at such an early and vulnerable age."

Sousuke said nothing, at that moment remembering the advance of foreign troops, the noise of gunfire, and his first desperate flight for life. As if reading his thoughts, Kalinin bowed his head before continuing. "Nonetheless, Sergeant, there are those of us who feel responsibility for you, and obligations towards you. We are making use of you at a young age even now, Sergeant, and our use of you keeps you absent from a world full of opportunities that have nothing to do with fighting, and bleeding, and dying."

"But sir, why is my age a concern here. In many countries, by tradition or by necessity, I would be considered an adult. And, regardless, I am a soldier. If you yourself had not recruited me sir, I would most likely still be fighting somewhere, if I were still living." Sousuke showed no rancor or regrets in his voice.

"Sergeant, in many cultures, the old feel a strong need to protect and nurture the young. They often want their children or charges to have a better life than they themselves have. While I cannot claim kinship to you, and whereas I may even have been responsible for the death of people who were your actual family, I still feel the a connection to you. That connection causes me to be concerned for your welfare as if you were a son or a younger brother of mine. There are others who have served with you that feel the same way. While our duty comes first, and we are required to set these feelings aside in the heat of battle, there are times when these feelings can be acted upon. Sergeant, as long as you are a member of Mithril, you will never be alone unless you wish it"

"Sir," Sousuke said, feeling somewhat humbled.

"And," Kalinin continued, "it is also a matter of prinicipal to myself and others. We, the people with command decisions, cannot allow ourselves to be overzealous in the use of the soldiers at our disposal. We should not become selectively blind to the very values we are fighting for."

When he resumed speaking, his voice was deep and sincere. "Even if you you were content to remain cloistered away from the discoveries and harsh realities of teenage life, we would certainly be remiss if we prevented your opportunity to experience such things." His thoughts returned to Petr. He had at one time earned the right to bring his youngest son with him into Mithril, an opportunity he turned down for his boy's sake. While he might wonder how things would have gone had he chosen differently, he refused to feel any regret.

"I see, Lt. Commander. I am compelled to offer my thanks."

"Certainly, Sergeant," Kalinin started benignly, but a hint of steel crept into his voice when he added "But, do not think we are driven only by altruism...we are not. It is true that there are still those within Mithril that agree with the old concept that the best soldier would be a skilled warrior totally devoid of all the constraints of society, someone willing to take any life at any moment, and someone willing to give up their own life whenever they were asked, regardless of reason. Plainly put, they want someone who will kill without question...destroy without remorse...and die without hesitation.

"That's not only a cold and a heartless philosophy, Sergeant, but also one that is limited in the scope of itsusefulness, and one that throughout history has shown itself to be self-defeating. That is not my philosophy, and it is not Captain Testarossa's. We both want you to be the best soldier you can be, and we both have similar ideas on how that might be accomplished. We expect you to become more than just an instrument of destruction."

Sousuke clearly wrestled with that concept for a a few minutes while his superior officer awaited his commentary. "Sir, when I first became a warrior, my elders told me that I was a weapon, God's weapon. They told me that I existed for God's use, and that they were the one's who would tell me God's will. They told me my existence did not extend beyond that, and that my life was only justified by my success. They discouraged thought, and said I had no need for my own judgement. I grew up believing that."

He paused, and Kalinin allowed him his moments of reflection. "When I found out how the people I had trusted had lied to serve themselves, I forswore them and their religion, but not all of their philosophy. Slowly, as I fought side by side with people of other ideals, I learned the necessity of judgement, and the value of thought. This is as you have said things should be. But, I cannot say that the new truths I have learned have changed the fact that I can best serve as a weapon. And I fail to understand how the opportunities you speak of will make me a better weapon." Sousuke stopped and asked if he may have a glass of water, which his commanding officier promptly supplied.

Kalinin himself thought a moment before responding. "Sergeant, I will admit that conceptually, soldiers are weapons. But, I suggest to you that such a view is not only dehumanizing, but also restrictive. A sword is a weapon, Sergeant, as is a gun. Both ultimately have no value that's not dependent upon the hand that wields them. A good warrior remains a good warrior, whether his commander is skilled or clumsy, dead or still in command."

"I can see that, Sir. Yes."

"Moreover, Sergeant, humanity is not a weakness in a soldier, but rather a strength, a measure of flexibility. A soldier who knows what to expect of himself is a blessing. And a soldier with an understanding of his fellow men is of potentially greater value. Not just in battle, but also as a contributing member of society.

"Despite what you say, I see far more in you Sergeant than you are willing to accept. I am not simply stating the obvious when I say that a seed has the potential to become a tree. Sergeant, that potential is unreached without the proper surroundings. I understand that you are having a difficult time at school adjusting to the new environment. But I will go on record saying that I believe it is exactly the environment you need to reach your full growth and bear your best fruit."

"I see, Sir. You have given me much to think on." Sousuke thought briefly on the irony of his current situation. He came with questions that were answered, and he was given clues to finding other answers on his own. Still, it seemed, he may leave with more questions than he came with. He smiled briefly, realizing that he had been foolish to expect otherwise.

If Sousuke had been looking at Kalinin, he would have seen an answering smile, and a calculating look in his eyes. "Sergeant Sagara?"

"Yes, Lt. Commander?"

With a deceptively calm voice, the older man lit the fuse. "A question for you to think of at your leisure--do you think Miss Chidori would be content if you were merely a weapon?" Kalinin was pleased when he noticed the tightness in Sousuke's jaw.

"Sir?!!"

"At your leisure Sergeant. Have I exhausted you, or do you feel able to continue with our discussion?"

"I am fine, Sir. Please continue."

"Very well. I need to be able to assess your progress, Sergeant, both as an operative and as a maturing adult. I need to be able to judge your usefulness, in general terms and specifically in the context of this mission. And I need to gain an understanding of how you affect the lives of the people you come in contact with. But I must warn you, that the following questions may be the most difficult and most discomforting questions I will ever ask you. Are you willing to proceed?"

"I am prepared, Sir."

"Well then, today we shall start with Miss Chidori. First, I would like your analysis of her strengths and weakensses as you see them..."

Sousuke felt the beginning prickles of discomfort, but shook them off.

"Second, I want for you to give a detailed description of Miss Chidori's feelings for you, as you see them..."

The prickles were threatening to become thorns, but Sousuke still perservered.

"Third, as if you were an unbiased observer, I would like you to provide me an evaluation of Sergeant Sousuke Sagara regarding his successes and failures within the school environment...as a student and a teenager, not as a covert operative. And..."

The thorns had become daggers. Sousuke, following the train of questioning, stood ready for swords.

"...Finally, I would like you to describe your feelings for Miss Chidori, with particular reference to the concepts of compatibility, friendship, love, and sexual relations." To his credit, Kalinin managed to ask the questions with the greatest aplomb.

Just as Sousuke began to question his ability to refrain from some unprofession exclaimation or untoward physical response, the buzzer on Lt. Commander Kalinin's intercom went off, breaking the mood. Sousuke plainly looked relieved.

"Lt. Commander?" It was Captain Testarossa's voice.

"Yes, Madame Captain?"

"The Intelligence Division reports that increased ground traffic has been noted in the vicinity of our target. They strongly recommend that we advance operations by eight hours."

"I understand, Captain. I shall commence the briefing session as soon as we can gather all necessary personnel."

"Thank you, Mr. Kalinin. I knew I could depend on you." The intercom light faded to darkness.

"As you can see, Sergeant, we must cut this conversation short."

"I understand, Sir!"

"As I was concerned that we might be faced with some form of interuption, and because there is a good chance that we may not have opportunity to talk like this again any time soon, I made certain I was prepared for such contingencies." Sousuke could see no evidence of a smile, no twitch of an eye.

"Sir?"

Lt. Commander Kalinin opened a side drawer in his desk, and removed a number of typed sheets of paper. "You will find the last four questions I asked you written down here, Sergeant. I would like complete and honest answers. While I expect your personal thoughts on these matters, I see no reason that you cannot enlist Miss Chidori's assistance if you see the need."

He reached into his desk for a duplicate set of papers. "These extra copies are to cover for the unlikely possibility that a dog might consume the first set. Barring any such canine gastronomical disaster, you could also consider giving them to Miss Chidori for her to fill out. You can let her know on my behalf, that I would not consider it an imposition to read her responses as well. I will leave things to your discretion, Sergeant."

Sousuke sweated, and cursed the untimely perspiration. "I will do as you order, Sir."

"I expect your answers within a week's time. You may choose any method of transmission you like. I will take this opportunity and give you my word that I will keep your answers strictly confidencial. However, if you wish for me to share the results with Captain Testarossa, you need only ask. You are dismissed, Sergeant."

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The ready room was filled near half-capacity. The noise level was moderate, given that numerous individuals were involved in conversations as they waited for Captain Testarossa to make her way from the bridge. The air smelled slightly musty, as a number of air purifiers were off-line for scheduled maintenance. The flours and halogens were all currently lit to full capacity, and the room was very bright.

Kurz looked up at the lights and put on a pair of garish sunglasses. "Ahhhh. Good time to work on my tan. A man can never look too pret-ttaayy, right? Not even Sousuke!" he drawled, pinching Sousuke's cheek. "You gotta look good for miss Chidori, right?" he said sotto vocce. He then turned to Melissa and quite obviously eyed her slowly up and down along the full length of her body, grinning widely. "Melissa...babe...this would be a good time to get rid of some of those tan lines. How about you--" He was unable to complete his request before Melissa slammed an elbow firmly into his midsection.

The room fell silent as Captain Testarossa walked in and took a seat in the front row. "Mr. Kalanin, you may proceed."

The lights dimmed and the large built-in LCD view screen came to life, displaying the Mithril emblem. Lasers painted the time and date in the upper corners, and a backwaards countdown was present in the lower right corner. Lt. Cmdr. Kalinin stood and walked to the podium.

"Madame Captain, I thank you. Gentlemen, if you were unawares, we are currently on station in the Arabian Sea, 100 nautical miles off the coast of Pakistan." The viewscreen showed a map of the globe, with a red arrow and the letters TDD-1 marking the location of the submarine. "Because of reasons we will cover, today's mission will be very small in the number of outbound personnel but very large in global significance. Plainly put, failure of today's mission would lead to tragic repercussions."

"Heyyyyy...why not put us under even more stress" Kurz said quietly to Melissa. She ignored him. Sousuke, not included in the joking...and not included in today's mission...sat with a very sour expression on his face.

Lt. Cmdr Kalinin continued. "As our target today is in Pakistan, you will no doubt surmise that we are in the grip of a nuclear dilemma. International concern over Pakistan's weapons of mass destruction has been long-standing and well-founded. However, were this simply a conflict between nations, we would not be involved. Mithril will engage the threat today not only because of the skill of those in this room, but also as a result of the complex and delicate political situation that exists. As a result of the latter, we will not have any concurrent assisstance from friendly forces in the region. And if we stumble, the narrow window of opportunity will close, and the forces of our allies would no longer be effective if they chose to put them into play. We are the only ones who can pull this off, and I put my fullest trust in each and every one of you involved."

Kalinin walked over and stood next to a tall handsome bearded man in a utilitarian grey suit and a small petite and attractive young woman in a well-fitted Mithril uniform. "You all know Lt. Casimira Concepcion. She will provide us with an analysis of the military threat we face. The gentleman to her left is Mr. Charles Windham, on loan to us from the United States intelligence community. Mr. Windham has requested that his precise affiliation remain secret. Mr. Windham will brief us on the exact nature of the nuclear threat. Mr. Windham, if you please...."

Kalinin took a step back, and the intelligence operative walked by and took his place at the side of the podium, taking a laser pointer out of his pocket as he walked.

A detailed map of Pakistan filled the screen. Mr. Windham detailed the facts that were known. "As background, let me mention that Pakistan has long possessed missiles capable of carrying nuclear payloads and has continued to produce such payloads despite considerable pressure from the world community. Althought the general public remains blissfully unawares, we in the intelligence community are all too familiar with past attempts at theft of nuclear weapons and their delivery systems. "

The screen now showed photographs of various missile types: some of Chinese origin, some representing Pakistani knock-offs of Chinese designs, and some of indigenous design. The speaker highlighted each appropriate type with the laser during his discussion. "We know of instances where successful theft has taken place involving Agni...Hatf 8...Hatf 5...Hatf 4...and M11 missiles. Such weapons were cumbersome to conceal, and were easily tracked by drones and spy satellites."

The screen showed an new photograph. "The Dhabush is a newly developed ship-based missile capable of carrying low yield nuclear warheads. The missiles have been produced in numbers estimated at 20 bodies, and half that many warheads and propulsion systems. All such items are believed to be accounted for."

The next photograph was of a memo. "This innocent appearing document was obtained by a mole about one month ago. The whereabouts of the author, a government sevant with a large family, is unknown. The document makes footnote to another document that we managed to copy prior to its disappearence. One document mentions the production of ten complete P-1 missiles...the designation of the prototype of the Dhanush. The other document makes a claim that, and I quote, all seven of the prototypes that were produced had been destroyed. The mathematics involved here were of concern to some members of the intelligence community."

Mr. Windham took a sip of water from a glass located on the podium. "Similarly, other resources discovered discrepencies in the amount of fissionable materials available and the number of payloads made for the pending Dhanush missiles. The descrepencies have not been accounted for."

The screen again showed a map of Pakistan. "Two weeks ago, French intelligence operatives informed us that they had been tracking the movement of three highly modified Exocet launch systems, each originally configured for shipboard use, and each currently exhibiting structural adaptations that suggest the possibility of landbased use. These systems, in the company of a group of highly capable black market weapons merchants, were traced to the city of Nowshera...population 100,000....paper, chemical, and textile industrial area...Latitude 34.01 degress North and Longitude 71.99 degrees East. Tracking responsibilities were handed over to freelance intelligence operatives who traced the systems to a Hydrogen Peroxide manufacturing plant."

Spy satellite photos of the buildings, including the corresponding GPS coordinates, were shown to the watching personnel.

Mr. Windham turned off the screen and took a few steps in front of the podium. "As you might expect, the sum of these findings was of great concern. What we subsequently learned about about political maneuvering within the Pakistani government was equally foreboding. As you know, the President of Pakistan and his entourage died in a car accident one month ago. Despite great fear that Separist groups or terrorists might have been responsible, the deaths were labeled as accidental when forensic autopsy had reportedly revealed that the driver had died from rupture of a Berry Aneurysm while driving. Slides, blocks, and paperwork from that autopsy cannot be located."

A photograph of a terrorist camp took its turn upon the viewscreen. "The al-mua'tareen terrorist group has been a growing concern for anti-terrorist task forces of late due to an abundance of covert funding and because of its rapid growth in numbers. The group, however, is not known to have perpetrated any acts at this time. By means that I will not reveal, a member of that terrorist organization was brought into our service and subsequently revealed startling information. A majority of the group's funding came from anonymous Pakistani military officials."

Mr. Windham paused to let that information sink in. "He was able to provide us with a number of spy photoraphs of his contacts. And he was able to give us the location of all al-mua'tareen members within the borders of Pakistan. A large concentration of terrorists are located in Nowshera."

Mr. Windham took a momemnt to wipe his brow. "I hope I am not stretching the limits of credibility here. I understand how this might all sound like the plot of a Tom Clancy novel or a James Bond movie!"

Kurz pointed held his hand like a gun and pointed it at Melissa, speaking in a voice that sounded eerily similar to Sousuke's "I'm Sagara, Sousuke Sagara. Urzu 007. Licensed to protect Kanaaammmaaayyy." That earned him another elbow from Melissa. Because he had said it in the quiet during the speaker's pause, his voice carried throughout the room. That earned him a scowl from Lt. Cmdr. Kalinin. Tessa covered her mouth to hide a laugh.

Mr. Windham never missed a beat. "Through clandestine and pharmaceutical means, we were able to get further information from within the Pakistani government itself. The highest ranking Generals are involved in this plot, while very few lower ranking officials are part of the cabal. The cabal is setting up al-mua'tareen to be the scapegoat. They have released information through the official Pakistani intelligence agencies that the terrorist group was responsible for the murder of the President. They were not. The faked accident was set up by killers loyal to the cabal. The cabal furthermore plans to alert world governments and news agencies of the recent discovery of a terrorist plot...an hour or so before the launch of the missiles, which are targeted at highly populated regions within India. They expect that their subsequent rapid and large scale mobilization of armed forces towards Nowshera will serve as proof of Pakistan's noncomplicity. They will also alert the armed forces of the United States and allied nations and will request their prompt assistance. They will inform officials in India. We suspect they have also placed their own operatives close to all members of the terrorist group."

After asking for a fresh glass of water, Mr. Windham moved onto that final portion of his briefing. "As you can clearly imagine, we are dealing with an exceptionally tricky political knot here. Matters are made worse by recent gaps in intelligence data. We cannot be certain that the missiles remain where we originally pinpointed them and we have been unable to get operatives close enough to check in timely fashion. As such, a strike with remotely piloted aircraft or cruise missiles would be highly risky. Additionally, we have not been able to establish a credible timetable. Our best clue would be sightings of large army and airforce movements towards Nowshera; but, as you can appreciate, we cannot wait until that point."

After taking another sip of water he continued. "American special forces are ready to strike, and have been on alert for a number of days. However, these forces have held off for a number of significant reasons. First, their available location and resources may not allow them to reach and neutralize the site before the missiles can be prepped, aimed, and launched. Second, the political fallout following American intrusion into Pakistan would be immense. Giving information to India is judged to be too big of a risk. And, we will not be able to stage covert actions against the cabal istelf: we have learned that there are standing orders to launch the missiles if three or more cabal members die or become unreachable. We considered supplying our information to other nations, but are concerned about matters of timing. Were the cabal to hear word of our discoveries, they would likely launch the missiles sooner than originally planned, despite exposure of their plot. Accordingly, members of the United States government who know of Mithril's existence have sent me here to seek your services." He nodded to Kalinin.

"Thank you, Mr. Windham, for an excellent report. Please pass our gratitude on to your superiors. Lt. Concepcion, if you please" This from Lt.Cmdr. Kalinin.

Lt. Concepcion, an attractive young lady in her mid 20s who had once been a member of the Paraguayan Department of Investigations, walked to the podium much to the delight of the male members of the audience.

A muffled noise drew Sousuke's attention. Melissa had her hand firmly clamped over Kurz' mouth.

"I will now present the threat analysis. First, regarding the terrorist group: the number of terrorists in the Nowshera area is between 100 and 150. A majority of those are located within 10 minutes of the factory and up to 50 are estimated to be inside the facilities. An equal or greater number of cabal loyalists are likely to be near the site. Neither group is expected to have anything more dangerous than shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles, short-range anti-tank rockets, recoiless rifles, heavy machine guns, and various small arms."

A map of Pakistan reappered on the screen, this time with markings that showed the locations of airbases and troop concentrations. "Our greatest threat is from aircraft that can arrive on the scene 15-30 minutes after we are detected. These will be members of the Pakistani Armed Forces and they will consider us as a threat to Pakistani soil and sovereignty. They are expected to attack with any and all means available." She used her laser pointer to highlight a number of airbases.

"We have a high likelihood of contact with aircraft from Squadrons 16, 26, and 81 of the No.36 Tactical Attack Wing, as well as aircraft from the No.38 Multi-Role Wing and the No.33 Fighter and Multi-Role Wing. This could result in a sizeable number of fixed wing aircraft of various types, a majority of which would be expected to be Mirage IIIs and Vs, and Chinese supplied J7s and Q5s. We can expect to see small numbers of F-16s...and if our American sources are correct, we may see American-supplied A10s. The sheer mass of aircraft could represent an unsurmountable threat should we face delays."

Lt. Concepcion paused a moment and scanned her pocket computer. "Ground forces in the area are currently unlikely to pose much threat. Only a small number of artillery pieces are in range, and all tanks within 10 minutes of the site are T59s of original configuration. Should forces begin moving any time soon, it is possible we could see increased numbers of self-propelled artillery of 100, 150, and 255mm from the 2nd Artillery Division of II Corps, and some small number of Al Khaled, T85II, T80, and Al Zaras tanks from the 1st Armored Division. The tanks are armed with 125mm smooth bore cannon and carry APFSDS and HEAT rounds. It is also possible that our opponents could move a small number of TOW-armed AH1S attack helicopters and LY60N Surface to Air Missile systems to within range. Helicopter transported troops should be expected, but we are not aware of any anti-tank battalions that are close enough to the target to pose a significant risk." She put away her computer and stepped over to Kalinin, engaging him in a quiet conversation.

"Uh-huh, just another picnic" Kurz said, "Sorry you won't be joining us Sousuke ole chum, but I'll save you some hot dogs and relish...MMM mmm." He then turned to Melissa and added "And I'll bring the cucumbers for you, missy. Ohhh Yehhh!!!" He caught her fist before it could connect with his nose. He was not able to stop her from kicking him hard in the shin.

"Can you stop being an ass at least until the briefing is over, Sergeant Weber?! And stop teasing Sousuke...you know how bad he feels about being left out of this mission!" Melissa said, grabbing Kurz by the collar and shaking him, snapping his head back and forth like a bobble-head toy.

Yeh...sure...Sousuke this and Soouusskkaayy that...you're like a mother hen, y'know?! Jeez, Melissa, he's a big boy and can take care of himself. Right Sousuke?" When Sousuke did not respond, Kurz continued "And I don't see why he would be disappointed. We get to go out and face death, and he gets to stay back here with the pretty Captain!" He slid down in his chair when Tessa turned to look back at him.

Looking at Kurz, Kalinin said "I will now commense with the mission particulars, if I may be so bold Sergeant Weber." Kurz slid further down in his seat.

"Considering the nature of the target, the type and numbers of military threats we face, and the long distance of Nowshera from the coast, we will be forced to use a quick penetrating attack. Because of those same factors, our team will have to complete their mission promptly, destroy their equipment throuroughly, and disappear into the surrounding populace without drawing undue attention to themselves. Operatives in the area will gather up our combatants and help them return to safety."

He continued "In exactly three hours, we will deliver three piloted Arm Slaves to the target site by means of transport missiles. Because the Arm Slaves will need to be destroyed, they will be M9s and they will be fitted with augmented self-destruct charges. For this reason, ARX-7 will remain behind. A fourth piloted Arm Slave will remain in silo as a contingency measure, ready for immediate launch should we suffer an early catastrophic mission failure. Urzu 6 will be fitted with a gas deployed slow descent chute and will provide high cover. A Starburst portable anti-aircraft cannon will provide some measure of protection from sky-based opponents. Urzu 2 and Urzu 4 will make hot landings and will carry Javelin missiles and the Hellbore flame cannon respectively. Both will be armed with high intensity white phosphorus, and both will carry Heavy Cutters. Urzu 5, held in reserve, will be configured similarly to Urzu 4."

Kalinin looked in the direction of the Arm Slave pilots before continuing. "It is imperative that we find the threat as rapidly as possible. We must not allow time for launch. We must terminate all individuals with extreme prejudice, as we have no means to select out launch personnel. Similarly, all consoles and control panels should be considered possible launch equipment and should be destroyed quickly and completely. If possible, avoid the Pakistani armed forces. But...I should not need to inform you of your prorities: if they get in your way, take them out. Urzu 6, you are expected to remain outside to provide surveillance and long range interdiction. Urzu 2 and Urzu 4, you will gain entrance to the factory building, locate the missiles, and destroy them. Do not simply locate a single missile and lay waste to your surroundings. If you do not locate the full complement of missiles, inform us immediately. Are there any questions?"

Melissa raised her hand. "Sgt. Major Mao?" Kalinin acknowleged her.

"Sir, why are we limited to three Arm Slaves in the active role if we have four transport missiles available? And, should we expect to encounter any Arm Slaves?"

"A good question," Kalinin replied "As I mentioned, we need one M9 in reserve, in case an unexpected outcome leads to the early destruction of the attack team. Equally important, should our intelligence prove faulty and the missiles are present at a different location, we will still have the capacity to launch a desperate last minute strike augmented with cruise missiles...should satellite images pinpoint the correct missile site. Lt. Concepcion, can you speak to the Sgt. Major's question regarding Arm Slaves?"

"Gladly, Sir. We have long suspected that Pakistan was in secret negotiations to purchase a small number of Chinese model TX-1s, Arm Slaves roughly similar in capacity to the M6. At this time, however, there is no confirmation that a deal has been reached or that hardware has been delivered," the young intelligence officer quickly replied.

"Thank you," Melissa said.

"Are there any further questions?" Lt. Cmdr. Kalinin asked.

Kurz raised his hand. When Kalinin said nothing, Kurz stood up and started waving both arms.

"Do you have a question, Sergeant Weber?" Kalinin asked.

"Yes, Sir. You mentioned that the attack squad members would have to blend into the populace after the attack?"

"That is correct."

"Sir...Sgt. Major Mao could probably blend in anywhere she wanted to, and Sgt Conrad is so ugly that no one could look at him for more than three seconds...but how am I supposed to blend in?" He actually struck a pose and pushed his flowing locks forward. "Sousuke would blend in well, and his urban skills are far superior to mine."

Kalinin replied "Mission personnel were selected by myself, Captain Testarossa, and Sgt. Major Mao. The matter is not subject for discussion."
Sousuke looked especially wooden and his thoughts were dark. Kalinin continued "But, I appreciate your inquisitive nature and your analytical skills. You have asked me a good question, and I will now supply you with a good solution."

Kalinin looked in Sousuke's direction. "Sgt Sagara, at the end of this meeting you will see to the proper preparation of Sgt. Weber's M9, as Sgt. Weber will be involved in a separate task."

"Yes, Sir" Sousuke replied sharply.

"Sgt. Weber, you will report to the barber and the cosmetician. You will have your hair cut to standard length and dyed black. You will then have your skin tinted with temporary dye." Kurz grimaced when he heard that. He jumped when Melissa smiled and said "Barber!!!" into his ear.

"If there are no further questions, report to your stations and prepare your equipment for missile encapsulation. Good hunting gentlemen, and Godspeed."

Sousuke walked up to Kurz and gently placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I knew YOU'D care, Sousuke" Kurz said, sounding very dejected.

Sousuke put his mouth to Kurz' ear and said "Bar-ber."

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Sousuke walked swiftly down the hallway, his eyes seeing only walls and floors, and his ears aware only of his own heartbeat. The other people walking in the same area did not exist for him at that given moment.

He had finished the systems checks and mission download for Sgt. Weber's M9. He had gone over everything twice, as someone else's life rested in his hands. Momentarily short-staffed, the ECS technician and the assistant mechanic had asked for his assistance, and he had supplied the neccesary extra set of hands, back, and muscle. He had dropped a coolant cyliner on his foot, and the pain was still somewhat severe; but, that was not the reason for his black mood and single-mindedness.

Reaching the door he wanted, he opened it, walked into the dark room, closing the door behind him without increasing illumination. He strode forward too swifty and too far, earning his calf a painful contact with the unseen wooden bench-top. He sat down angrily, swallowed up by the darkness.

With his eyes having nothing to see, and his ears having nothing to hear, Sousuke's mind conjured up various images, as if it felt uncomfortable operating in a vacuum. He saw a fax machine. A halisen. A condom. Noodles and crab. The Captain's dress shoes. Sgt. Weber's soda bottle. Sgt. Major Mao's beer can. Oak chairs. Images from the briefing. All these things flashed by so fast, they seemed to blur together, taking on chapes and colors different than usual, then changing back again.

Sousuke rubbed his hands against his eyes, as if to stop the progression of images. He was unsuccessful, and considered turning on the lights. No, he must deal with this.

The images slowed down...solidified...became distinct. Voices rushed in as a part of a congregation and then dutifully sorted themselves out from the crowd, pairing up with their respective images.

*He heard Kaname telling him how she was afraid of being abandoned.

**He heard Captain Testarossa telling him she was disappointed with him.

***He heard Melissa worry about whether or not he was a risk.

****He heard Lt. Cmdr. Kalinin say a good soldier needed to learn about humanity.

*****He heard Sgt. Weber say that he and Sgt. Major Mao would face death while Sousuke remained behind.

These memories moved aside, having said their piece. Sousuke shook off the rush of images, limiting the scope of his remembrance. He recalled his meeting with Sergeant Major Mao shortly before the briefing. Her words still burned a hole in his conscious thoughts.

"Sousuke, I am truly sorry, I know things have been hard for you." she had said, followed by "At the command meeting, we were in unanimous agreement that you should sit this mission out. It was not a matter of trust or dissatisfaction...it was a matter of uncertainty. You need time to think and sort yourself out, and battle is no place for that. We cannot afford to use you if you are not at your best, not when there are other options available."

A number of days ago, his superiors and peers had been content with him. A number of days ago, he had been at peace with himself. A number of days ago, things had been EASIER! Just what had he DONE to earn this situation?

The absurdity of the situation struck him: his empire was crumbling because of a fax and a condom.

The best torturers from the Spanish Inquisition couldn't have tormented Sousuke any more than he tormented himself. Being blinded with a poker was no worse than seeing one's doubts and fears come to light. Being burned by hot coals might be preferable to the ruthless flame of conscience and self-examination. Being quartered by horses would be nothing compared the the tug-o-war between reality and expectations.

Suddenly the door opened, and the light from the hall blinded him. Sgt. Conrad turned on the room light and walked in, surprised to see the younger soldier there.

"Sousuke, what are you doing here with the lights off...is there something wrong...is there something I can do to help?" his fellow Arm Slave pilot inquired.

"No, Sergeant Conrad," Soususke said after a few moments, somehow feeling like a child who had been caught doing something wrong. "I needed a moment to myself. I thank you for your concern."

"I won't be long Sousuke...I just needed my chronometer...I had left it behind." He paused, looking at Sousuke. "Again, if there is something you need, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you Sergeant."

After the other man had left the room, the lights were still on, and the harsh glow almost made Sousuke feel like he a criminal under interrogation. Sousuke had chosen this room because he felt it would be the LAST place he would come across any of the four pilots chosen for this mission...they SHOULD have been suited up and finished with this place. He hadn't gone back to his own cabin because Sgt. Weber and Sgt. Major Mao were too prone to barge right in on him unannounced.

Just as the light had unexpectedly filled the room, a small chorus of thoughts entered Sousuke's mind unannounced. He cringed like a scolded child when these newer thoughts cut through the morass of anger and self-pity and placed themselves firmly on center stage.

He thought back to another day he had sat in this very room. He thought about Kaname following him in, finding him wrestling with his feelings. She had been trying to console him, but he drove her away crying. He had been so selfish that he had hurt someone he cared about...and who cared about him.

Sgt. Major Mao...Sgt. Weber...Sgt. Conrad...Sgt. Xiao...none of them were trying to cause him pain or grief. On the contrary, they treated him like a member of a fraternity, not an outsider. He had been so busy trying to avoid the present and hold off the future that he had run from the very things that had mattered to him in the past.

The cinema in his head had another reel loaded, and without his being consulted, the film began. Sousuke thought back to Afghanistan, the images stark in his mind. Names and images passed by---Gray. Jackson. Bill. Andy. Majesto. Followed by each and every squad member from earlier days. In his mind they saluted him. Then he saw them dead. The reel was changed, and his thoughts turned to a small American island base. He saw Sgt. Major Mao as she went in...and he saw how she had come out.

He thought back to Lt. Cmdr Kalinin's discussion with him. His commander had shared more words with him that afternoon than he had shared with him over the prior six months total. Sousuke had hoarded those words like a squirrel preparing for winter...and it was time now to make use of some of those provisions. Lt. Cmdr. Kalinin had talked about finding ones own path, without simply going it alone. He had talked about realizing potential. In essence, he had talked about growing up. Sousuke agreed. It was time to grow up.

After a more soothing period of self-affirmation, Sousuke stood up and headed back out into the hallway, his eyes taking in every facet of each thing he passed. He had a destination. He had something he wanted to do.

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While the hangar was not deserted, it almost seemed that way to Sousuke: only a few small clusters of people were present amidst the expanse of that huge room. As no fixed wing or rotary aircraft were part of the mission, those weapons platforms stood lonely, unattended. Sousuke was struck by the degree of quiet: things seemed so peaceful on the brink of such potential turmoil.

Sousuke headed over to the area where he would find his fellow pilots. He came upon Sgt. Conrad and Sgt. Xiao first. They exchanged pleasantries together and he wished them luck.

He did not see Sgt. Major Mao...she must be conferring with Lt. Concepcion or one of her aides.

He saw Sgt. Weber and headed over to speak with him. His fellow pilot was wearing brown contact lenses, and his hair and complection were...different. His once flowing locks were cropped short, and his hair and skin were considerably darker. Sousuke did not think much of the appearence, but kept his opinion to himself.

"Ha hahhh...Sousuke my boy, I knnneeewww you wouldn't let me down! How's it hangin,' stud?!" He slapped Sousuke on the back, grabbed him by the arm, and started to pull him over towards the M9 Sousuke had prepped for him. "Got something for you man!" Kurz said. "Something reeeaaalll special. Some day you will thank me Sousuke!"

Kurz walked over to an equipment cart and walked back carrying a wrapped package. "For you my friend!" he said, handing the package to Sousuke.

"Thank you. But it is not my birthday. And I am not aware that today is a holiday." Sousuke said, confused.

"Open it...open it...I just wanted to leave you something to serve as your guide when Melissa and I are away. SOMEBODY has to look after our favorite heartthrob, right?"

Melissa walked in and walked up to join Sousuke and Kurz.

"Hey sis, looks like I won our bet. The prodigal sergeant DID come to see his best buds off, just like I said he would." Kurz stepped back and took a bow. "Now, what should I claim as my prize? Oh, I know!" He walked close to Melissa and said "How about a big kiss for good luck?!"

When Melissa said nothing that would be repeatable in good company, he tried again "How about a grope because I'm just so clever and so handsome?!" Again no luck.

"Ahhh...I know what you're holding out for, babe...how about we head back to your cabin and look for that beast with two backs...just to shut me up?!!" That earned him a painful stomp on the foot.

Melissa eyed Kurz up and down, taking note of his new look. She laughed. "Why should I settle for something the cat would drag in and the dog would refuse to eat?!!"

She noticed Sousuke was holding a package. "What's that, Sousuke?"

"A present from Sgt. Weber" Sousuke replied.

"Are you going to open it, or take it to be X-rayed first?" Melissa said, laughing.

"I will open it. I shouldn't disappoint Sgt. Weber" Sousuke said.

"That could be a very big mistake, Sousuke, but it's your funeral." Melissa took a few steps back dramatically. Kurz had a huge grin.

Sousuke opened the package and took out a manilla folder...a manilla folder that had been turned into a book by the addition of multiple pages of medium weight white Mithril stationery and a large number of staples. He turned the 'book' over to read its title: 50 Best Uses For A Condom.

Sousuke blushed.

Melissa shook her head and grimaced.

Kurz beamed. 'Condom' had to be one of Sousuke's FAVORITE words!!!

When Sousuke hadn't moved for a few moments, Kurz said "Come on Sousuke...don't spoil the moment...open it up."

Sousuke looked to Melissa who just shrugged her shoulders. He looked at Kurz who smiled and nodded his head. Kurz then got down on one knee, took Sousuke's hand, and said "P-p-pleeeaaassseee Sousuke."

Sousuke opened the book, fully expecting to see 50 descriptions of various activities, mostly sexual in nature. Instead, he saw a list of names. Alphabetized names. Alphabetized woman's names.

Kurz said "Check under 'K,' Sousuke." When Sousuke did as he was instructed, he saw a number of names starting with 'K.' In the center of that page he saw the name 'Kaname,' capitalized and circled with a thick red mark. "You can check under 'T' later," Kurz continued, handing Sousuke a black marking pen.

"What is this for?" Sousuke asked.

"Ohhh...that's for when you look under 'M'...I forgot to circle 'Melissa..."

Kurz' triumph was short-lived.

"Ha ha ha, very funny" Melissa huffed. "I have a present for YOU!"

"It's called..." Melissa said.

****OOOOF**** from Kurz, punched hard in the gut.

"...50 Uses..." Melissa again.

****EEEEE****Kurz took a solid blow to the groin.

"...For..." Melissa's face was a sight to behold.

****UUUUH****Kurz' knee buckled.

"...Perscription Painkillers!!!" Melissa finished with a flurry.

***YEEEE****OWWW****UHHH****CHHH****Kurz had definitely seen better days.

Sousuke looked on patiently. He knew they'd be done soon. Instead of being shocked or disasppointed with their actions, he grinned. He even smiled when Melissa was chasing Kurz with the marker, saying the Medical Officer had instructed her to give Kurz a suppository.

When Kurz and Melissa had returned, a bit winded from their imitation of the Roadrunner and the Coyote, Sousuke marveled at the fact that he, Kurz, and Melissa had been acting the way they had with such a momentous day unfolding around them. He felt no need to feel contrite or ashamed...he was with friends.

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