I'm on temporary suspension. The local, state level government is debating whether to push for action against me or not. It is no surprise that the leftist, pro-Palestinian factions within the local population are pushing the hardest against me. I did shoot and kill several civilians and seriously injure others. Whether they are involved in criminal activity or not, I am officially a member of a foreign military. To the American people this is tantamount to invasion. The only thing that has saved me from public lynching is the fact that my targets were illegal immigrant criminal gang members in the process of attacking an American citizen. Until this is resolved, my training as a pilot of the new F-35 is on hold.
My actual superiors are less than pleased, but understand why the action happened. They're running into more blocks than planned in Tooele and are debating the order for me to go in, rather than more low key operatives. If I get called in, things have really hit the fan. Until I get called to the military review board, I'm just to stay out of trouble.
I figured the best way to do this was to be a simple tourist and follow through with my plans to teach the civilians I found myself lumped in with how to fire their weapons. Safe, non-combat firing range time and touring the sites would keep me out of trouble. Did that ever fail.
It all started with finding out at the firing range. The police using the range around us were talking about the gang member I didn't kill. Apparently the guy woke up at the hospital and swore to "get the people who did this to him." Sophie, Tiernan and I decided to look into this, as it was us they would be targeting. We had no idea what Ratri was up to and Shar was in Chicago, at a medical conference.
A few hours later, we were a trio of "cholos" getting the word on the street. Turns out it wasn't us they were after. It was Shar's fiancee. They were still hot for his kidney. Sophie and Tiernan warned the fellow, while I staked him out at the hospital in the guise of a drunken Native American. I never want to drink that much free, bad coffee again. The other two went off in search of the computer records held by the now dead medical student that had been working for the gang.
The computer records trip paid off. Shar's fiancee was specifically targeted by a Mafia family out of Chicago. About the time I got the word of this, three stereotypes walked into the hospital. Apparently the Mafia really does look and act like they do in "The Godfather." They killed a receptionist and used the desk system to call Shar's fiancee down for an emergency. He had the awareness to bolt and lock doors behind himself as soon as he saw the Italian goons.
Since I had messaged the others as soon as I saw the goons, the three of us broke in on the goons from different directions. We managed to take them down and get out with the unconscious leader before the police showed up. There are a large number of older, unsecured cars in a hospital parking lot. Utah police will be looking for a drunk Native American with Ninja training, a blonde bimbo with a huge axe and a really cute frat boy.
The Mafia group leader talked. The judicial application of electrical stimulus does wonders. Apparently Shar's fiancee was a perfect donor match for a Mafia boss who was in hiding. The boss' family would not give up on saving their leader's life. I left him in a place for the police to find, as he still had the death of a receptionist to pay for. The car wasn't damaged in any way. So, as soon as the courts are done with it, the owner will get it back. With the news gathered, we got Shar's fiancee to leave town.
Interesting discoveries include that I can't get lost, I can jump yards instead of feet, and I feel compelled to act against disorder more now than ever. The rot of their infrastructure seems to upset me more about the Palestinians than it should. You would think that discovering that I am a thing out of legend would make me break from tradition, but it doesn't. It somehow seems more important to maintain the ancient traditions of my people.
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