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Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Wise One of Japan (Part Six)
Landor- What information
do you have for me sergeant?
Sergeant Foni- We had
found the humans identity card and it seems she is from Dashito, which is only
two hours north of here. She is also married with one female child, and her
husband is not of the Japanese species. It seems he is from America sir. But we
have yet to find out his identity at this time.
Landor- Hmm, interesting.
And you say that this town is only two hours away, sergeant?
Sergeant Foni- Yes sir.
Why, do you have something in mind sir?
Landor- Yes sergeant I
do, but before I tell you, I want to ask you something. How long have you
served in the Neaitan army Sergeant Foni?
Sergeant Foni- I have
proudly served in this army for the past eight years, sir. Why do you ask?
Landor- That’s good
sergeant, it seems that you’re an experienced soldier wanting to make a career
for himself, would this be correct sergeant?
Sergeant Foni- Yes sir,
it is my dream to become a commander in this great army sir.
Landor- Well then
sergeant, I believe opportunity is shining down upon you today. I am sure you
would agree with me in what had happened today was rare and unexpected. And if
the information that one female human had managed to kill two Neaitan soldiers
gets to the public, a rebellion might ensue. And if this happens, not only
will this not be good for the Neaitans involvement with this miserable planet,
but our employment as well. But if, we manage to stop any inspiration in
challenging this great army of ours, by making an example out of someone or
something, we will not only be helping our fellow Neaitans but our careers as
well. Do you understand what I am getting at sergeant?
Sergeant Foni- Yes sir, I
believe I do. What did you have in mind sir?
Landor- After your men
clean up this mess, I want your squad to go to this town of Dashito and flex
your muscles a bit. I want you to show these people who are in charge and if anyone
gets in your way, cut them down. It’s as simple as that, and when you and your
men return, I will make sir to report this act of loyalty to the proper
officials. And this will get you closer to your dream Sergeant Foni. Do you
understand everything that I said Sergeant Foni?
Sergeant Foni- Yes sir, I
understand completely sir. And I would like to thank for this rare opportunity
sir. You can trust me sir, I will not let you down.
Landor- I hope you don’t
sergeant or you will be facing the same fate as your old squad leader. You’re
The chaos had
found him again. Patrick had actually believed that he could hide from his
past, but as he sat on the bench he and Mao had shared for the past three
years, he accepted his fate. He knew who he truly was and what he truly
excelled at, and this was the art of killing. He knew this was his destiny,
even though for some time now he had thought he could actually change his, but
he knew he had been living a lie.
But this lie had brought
him a happiness that he refused to give up. A happiness that he had never
realized he could ever achieve on his own. And this is what he would fight for.
Before he would
only kill for the sake of his officials orders, which he had the capability of
doing without the slightest feeling of emotion, as if his body was actually
connected to the blade that would puncture his enemies heart. He had been
trained to be a weapon that could open up the chest cavity of stranger, in some
unknown foreign land, for some unknown reason, without feeling.
Don’t think, just attack
and kill, it’s as simple as that, no questions asked.
That was the
philosophy that was burned inside him. But this time it was different. This was
personal. They took away the one person that understood him and kept him sane.
The one person that had pulled him out of his hell, he had called his life. And
as a tear ran down his left cheek, he made a vow to himself that no matter
what, Mao’s death would not be in vain. But then he thought about his daughter
Mally. What would happen to her because of her fathers’ vengeful spirit? How
long would she have to live her life looking over her shoulder, from some
Neaitan looking to collect a debt? For her safety, she would have to disappear,
even if this meant being separated from her father. This was a tragic decision
for him to make because he had loved her dearly, but it had to be done because
he knew the enemy was coming, and without the slightest idea that they were the
lambs heading straight into the lions den. And after this foreign enemy’s
officials realized who had licked the bones dry of their fallen soldiers, more
would come looking for the mysterious American that resided in the small town
Shoji- Takashi san, we
are ready whenever you need us.
Takashi- That’s good to
know. Has the women and children been evacuated yet?
Shoji- We had the small
children leave with the elderly, but most of the women wanted to stay and help
out. So right now, we are looking at about a hundred volunteers. Has Patrick
san informed you yet in what he has in mind for us to do?
Takashi- No, not yet, He
has just been staring off into space for the past twenty minutes now. I figured
I’d give him a couple more minutes. It’s a shame about Mao. I can’t believe
Shoji- Yes, it is too bad
that we had lost such a great woman as Mao. She was a very nice lady. She will
be missed. But, we should start planning in what we are going to do because
this town will not accept any more losses. So please, go and talk to your
Takashi- Yes, you’re
right. I will go and see what he has planned, and as soon as I know something,
you will be the first to know.
Shoji- Thank you.
Takashi slowly made his way over to his
friend while thinking about how just the day before they had been joking about
this actual event. Takashi was beginning to feel a little ashamed of himself
for making light of the situation and the insensitive things he had said to his
friend. But then he stopped himself from feeling guilty because how could he
have known that this would actually happen, and on top of that, they had always
been insensitive to each other,anyway. It wasn’t anything mean spirited, it was
just how they joked with each other. But then again, no one had actually died
before. Takashi was confused.
He didn’t know if
he should apologize or just move on as if nothing had ever been said. This was
one of the qualities he disliked about himself. He always felt guilty about
everyone around him. He always thought that he wasn’t as good of a person as he
ought to be. Maybe this was just part of his Japanese upbringing or just some
strange chemical imbalance inside of him, but whatever it was, he didn’t like
it. And as he made his final steps to his friend, he realized that Patrick was
motioning him to stop.
Patrick- Hold up.
Right then Takashi
noticed a dog sitting to the left of his friend, but then scurried off behind
the apartment complex in where Patrick had been living.
Patrick- Dude, you scared
Takashi- Umm, okay sorry?
Patrick- Whose dog is
Takashi- I think it
belongs to some old lady down the street. Why?
Patrick- I was thinking
about getting Mally a dog when she gets older. Do you think she would like a
dog like that?
Takashi- Umm, maybe. Are
Patrick- Why do you ask?
Takashi- Well, because
not only was your wife killed today, but there is a strong possibility that
there will be Neaitan soldiers visiting our town soon, and you’re talking about
what dog you should get your kid. I am just worried about you, that’s all.
Patrick- Well, I
appreciate your concern Takashi. You’re a good friend. And yes, I’m a total
wreck right now, but don’t worry about the Neaitans because I have got a plan
to catch them with their pants down.
Takashi- To catch them?
Do you mean we are going to set a trap? How?
Patrick- Oh Takashi, look
at our surroundings. We are sitting right in the middle of the trap right now.
Do remember my peanut butter story?
Patrick- And do you
remember the moral of the story?
Takashi- Oh, about
thinking outside the box, right?
Takashi- (Pause) I don’t
Patrick- Don’t worry, I
will explain everything to you and the crew. Now, let’s get to work. We don’t
have a lot of time.
Sergeant Foni was
ecstatic. Not only was he finally promoted to squad leader but the possibility
of him becoming an officer was mind boggling!He had
fantasized about this opportunity ever since joining the Neaitan army eight
long years ago, but now his dreamed was becoming a reality, even though he had
been doubted by his fellow soldiers, regarding his skills at being a leader.
And for a
while, he had actually questioned his capabilities at being a top soldier, but
this was all in the past because he was now sitting proudly in the lead vehicle
of the convoy of soldiers heading for Dashito, locked, stocked, and ready for
Sergeant Foni- Driver,
how long before we reach Dashito?
Driver- We’re about an
hour outside of town, sergeant? Why?
Sergeant Foni- Well, I
was thinking about pulling over, so I can lay out our plan of attack, with the
Driver- No problem
sergeant, but we might get stuck in this soft ground here, so we should wait
until we get up on the pavement again. Are you okay with that sergeant?
Sergeant Foni- Yes, no
problem. We can’t afford any more setbacks today, can we driver?
Driver- No we can’t
sergeant. Sergeant Foni, there seems to be a human on the side of the road up
ahead. Shall I run him over?
Sergeant Foni- No, leave
him alone driver. He is no threat to us; he is only a simple farmer. We have
bigger fish to fry in Dashito.
And as the
convoy of Neaitans roared down the dirt road, the innocent looking Japanese man
on the bicycle pulled out a cell phone and called the awaiting army in Dashito.
Patrick- Okay, what do
you got for me?
Takashi- Well, I had
managed to scrape up about a hundred people. Oh, and you will like this, around
thirty of them are from a local archery school, and another twenty or so, are
local police, so we will have access to their weapons.
Patrick- Hmm, sounds
good. And the rest?
Takashi- Well, the rest
are local farmers and wives the wanted to stay and help.
Patrick- Good work. I
just got word that they are about 40 minutes outside of town. So, we need to
get everyone in position.
Takashi- All right, I ‘m
The plan was
simple. Sergeant Foni wanted to roll into the middle of town, as if they were
going to have a normal specimen check point. And as soon as the humans lined up
with their identification, as they always did without any hassle, the Neaitans
would gun them down and leave the dead bodies to be found by the neighboring
communities. This would be a message to the humans that the Neaitans were the
masters, and that they would strike down fatally against any opposition that
stood in their way.
And as the convoy
of trucks pulled into town, Sergeant Foni was gleaming with excitement. He
imagined himself at the awards ceremony, accepting his new founded glory, as
the audience roared with admiration. And as a commanding officer pinned a medal
of bravery on Sergeant Foni’s lapel, the Neaitan driver rudely interrupted the
Driver- Sergeant Foni,
there doesn’t seem to be anybody here. Does this seem strange to you, sergeant?
Sergeant Foni- They are
probably all inside doing whatever humans do at this time of day. Don’t worry
driver. The center of town is just up ahead. I want you to pull over there and
turn the loud speakers on. It looks like we are going to have to interrupt this
towns midday nap. Oh, these humans are such a lazy unproductive race.
Driver- Yes, I couldn’t
agree with you more, Sergeant Foni.
And as the
convoy came to a stop, Sergeant Foni hopped out of the passenger door with a
microphone in his hand, and began to address the town of Dashito that their
master as arrived and that it would behoove them to obey.
Inhabitants of Dashito, this is Sergeant Foni of the Neaitan Army. There will
be a Specimen Checkpoint beginning in twenty minutes at the center of town.
Please bring your proper identification and line up behind our vehicles. This
is mandatory, so for those of you that do not choose to attend, you will be
I repeat…Inhabitants of Dashito, this is Sergeant Foni of the
Neaitan Army. There will be a Specimen Checkpoint beginning in twenty minutes
at the center of town. Please bring your proper identification and line up
behind our vehicles. This is mandatory, so for those of you that do not choose
to attend, you will be arrested.
Sergeant Foni repeatedly addressed the town of Dashito, the squad of soldiers
climbed out of their vehicles and began preparation for the check point, by setting
their weapons on full auto.
waited patiently by the side of his vehicle for a response, but was only given
back the sounds of rustling leaves, and birds singing in the distance. And at
this time, he began to take in his surroundings and had realized that he and
his squad were boxed inside the surrounding office buildings and apartment
complexes that encircled them.
He thought to
himself, “What should I do?” No one was responding and his men were staring at
him, waiting for their orders. So, Sergeant Foni deciding to give it one last
shot with his microphone, and if this didn’t work, he would order his men to
start kicking in doors. And as he began his last attempt on the Neaitan loud
speaker that was connecting to the top of his vehicle, Patrick, Takashi, and a
Japanese boy, no older than sixteen, watched from the top of a building, a
thousand feet adjacent from the Neaitan soldiers.
Patrick- This guy is too
much. Takashi, I think it’s time for our little friend here to earn his days
pay. I want you to tell him to put an arrow through that morons head.
Takashi- No problem.
Takashi gave the order in
Japanese to the teenager, whose sister had been taken by the Neaitans, in
America, six months prior. And without hesitation, the boy nodded to Takashi
and pulled an arrow back in his bow, and shot it in the Neaitans direction.
Sergeant Foni- People of
Dashito, this is your last.....