Sep 8, 2012

C'EST LA GUERRE (52)


Rang again the Lieutenant´s "umbilical device" and my secretary, took the call. Meanwhile our "select character" looking at her began to nod affirmatively as implying that he understood what was happening, ie, that we were in contact with someone superior who gave us orders. Immediately he showed that he was interested in knowing such individual (our respected superiority). Only lacked him to say: pass me the phone, miss, like in all offices.

— This man wants to be presented, Lieutenant — I said her — He again has been able to see what is best for his brilliant career. In any case, he should see that his life will be very special from now.


— I think he has picked the wrong moment, sir — said the lieutenant as she closed the vanity case and began to gather her things quickly — It commands us, sir, to abandon the position immediately because the enemy has intercepted our communications. They obviously know something that interests them much about this case. Also they inform us that the enemy has exponentially increased the virulence of its military actions in all orders, in all fronts, sir. This beach Included.

— So here we go with problems every time more and more complicated  — I said to her and thinking that the enemy can have me known by an indecorous (for him) nakedness.


— Indeed, sir — she said — The superiority has cut off all communication and we shall be in contact in maximum security mode on the helicopters. Also they inform us sir, that many hackers have been kidnapped by enemy elements in all areas and free countries, that is the countries which our army occupies militarly. Also it is expected all sorts of foul play on our communications and files since many hackers, will be forced to work against us under pressure and torture.

— Bah, this does not worry me: we have L. and S. which are for our cause.— I replied — I remember a case in peacetime, Lieutenant; they broke her legs to a cousin of a hacker, because not cooperated.


— It had never seen this kind of total war — she continued  — by the enemy toward his total target, which has been identified: our Neanderthal "sur mer ...", sir.
Also the superiority  has sent us a fleet of Chinook C-47 for the complete evacuation of the Neanderthal specimen and the entire staff here present. By this order, I guess, sir.

— Nice end to a wonderful day of sun and beach...! — I said to her ironically or something worse. And looking her, I added:

— Thanks for everything, Jennifer.

— You're welcome, dear. — She said — Let us say it was a memorable and intense day.

— Nothing and no one can avoid it... — I replied her.


Soon a great roar filled the space and the air, as our air force group were approaching on their heavy helicopters toward our position on the beach.

Mr. Neanderthal smiled, almost drooling, (its ability to salivation is considerable) looking up towards the helicopters which were approaching and stopping in the air to very low height. Then they started loading all. The Neanderthal nodded affirmatively with great satisfaction at the sight of such spectacle of  power, and also because he seemed to understand that he was the center of the situation (something hard to argue since it is irresistible to him) believing guess that we moved in order to his presentation to our superiority staff.

Meanwhile someone fortunately handed me my clothes, since to be nude was the last in which I was thinking. I dressed quickly and reappeared  in battledress. When the Neanderthal saw me dressed  (he had seen me only naked) was almost mocking at me, at my new look. I guess I had dropped many points in his interest and appreciation to me. Without a word (like he) I take my gun and I did him an eloquent gesture. He got more serious (and resentful) again. Really a sticky guy... I went to replace the gun.


I ordered to one section of troops to take over from him and duly tied with soft (and resistant) climbing ropes, he was taken to the helicopter. The Neanderthal seemed quite indifferent to the fact that very soon he will be flying on one of the units. It also seemed surprised but not entirely, by the colorful of ropes with he had tied mildly for security reasons.

The lieutenant and I were tired, dirty, uncomfortable, that is, we were back in the field and at combat in the first line of the front.

We boarded our helicopter mammoth power and oversize, after being received by the crew with the usual and statutory salute next to the helicopter.





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