Chapter 1 – Reunion

“What are you reading?” It’s been awhile since JDFC’s had to find a way to avoid answering that question. Normally its a Sports Illustrated or the sports section in the Times. No guesswork involved when you’re seeing the glossy pics of athletes on the back pages of a magazine. But this time it was a little different. A black file folder with 4 pages of white stock printer paper, and 2 pages of high gloss photo paper bound together with a paperclip. It struck her as odd that it was delivered by a plain looking man in an olive green suit.

“Nothing, just a proposal from an ad agency.” He hated lying to her, but knew he had no choice. “Really?” she said. “Kinda late for them to send a courier to the house, isn’t it? And on a Sunday.” She hated the fact that at a moments whim his company could send him out of state for the opening of a new store. Leaving for days or weeks at a time on a moments notice became the norm during their relationship. The fact that her sister moved in for what was supposed to be a few weeks, which had turned into months was comforting for her since JDFC was out of town so often. “I have to head to New York for a few days, I’ll be back by Friday.”

MrNicola, JimmyJayCEO, and MADVIKE jr were waiting at the terminal when he arrived the next morning for their flight to Miami. “Whats goin on brotha.” JimmyJay was never one for formal greetings. “How’s it going gentlemen?”  he replied. MrNicola wasted no time in wanting to know what gear he would be packing for their upcoming mission, “M40A3 or Barrett?”. Always one to play along he replied, “Skorpions.” A collective “bullshit” rang out from the group. “Honestly, I don’t have a location yet, just a couple of drink tickets for the flight” he added with a grin.

In Miami they were meeting up with the rest of the squad for their mission details. “What did you find in your Cracker Jack box?” asked Vike jr. JDFC glanced around the first class section to ensure they were alone as is protocol on all of their flights. “It seems Vic Zakhaev is back on our radar. The celeb’s ( The teams name for the decision making suits at HQ) have been picking up alot of com chatter from some of his buddies. They think there is going to be a meeting between Vic, and Vladimir Kruschev.”

The name Victor Zakhaev was a familiar one to Hollywood. Six months previous one of Hollywood’s senior members, Hartsfield was sent out solo on a recon mission to gauge the extent of Vic’s ties in his fathers Weapon’s ring. He was to observe what was described as an informal meeting between Vic and an ultra-nationalist rebel leader from the Ukraine named, Khalitschko. Harstfield’s last contact with HQ was the night before the suspected meeting. The following morning’s local paper’s were headlined, “Khalitschko Found Dead.” Our sources have told us that they suspect that Hartsfield was spotted and Khalitschko’s men took him for one of Zakhaev’s snipers and the meeting went sour. Not surprisingly Zakhaev reportedly made it out, while Khalitschko and his entourage were found murdered. As for Hartsfield, he was listed as KIA 30 days later.

“I’m going to piss on that fuck’s grave!” Vike jr couldn’t help but let out. Their only loss to date, the death of Hartsfield weighed heavily on their minds ever since. “I wish I could say we all could, but this is looking more like its going to be recon jr.” JDFC spoke as if his thoughts were preoccupied with the memory of his first squad mate. “The ultimate goal is Imran, and if we play our cards right, Vic is going to take us right to him.” “So you don’t think a .50 cal through his nostrils wouldn’t convince his dad to come out and play?” Nicola added jokingly.

JimmyJay took his headphone’s off for a moment to ask, “Who am I teaching to do work this time?”
“Two squads, Nicola, Vike jr, Blood and I will lead, and you’ll be running with Raven, Steers, and St. Jude in Bravo. Until briefing, that’s all I know.”

Vike jr grabbed a pillow from the overhead, sat down, put on his headphones and said, “Wake me up when this movie get’s good.”