Operation Laysing

[Tim Siguire]

i put my hands on my head and my face began to look stressed............. heh, haha.... no, it cant be. no way man.... NO! He's NOT KIA, I know cyril Harino.
He's Still Alive!!! i KNOW IT!!! THERES NO WAY HE'S KIA!!!, it's.... it's impossible..... i begin laughing like ive gone insane

[Blaiiine]

The officer slapped him and grabbed his shoulders. "He was shot by a HIND rocket while in a patrol boat in North Vietnam, we already know that his two team mates were killed by machine guns! He's dead or in a prison camp. Or with the Montagnards, who will keep him safe." The officer replied, letting go and backing up. "Either way, him and James are in Vietnamese hands."

[Tim Siguire]

i fall down backwards after the guard lets me go..... an angered look begins to envelope my face
*speaking a bunch of other-world language jabber*..... TAKE, ME, TO, VI-ET-NAM!!!

[Blaiiine]

"I can't do that. That's restricted area for one person. You better find a way." The officer replied, then walking away and back into the command room. "That soldier, Tim, he wants to find Cyril and James.." The officer said to the commander. "No, that's too far in enemy territory, he'd be shot down before they even hit the border.." The commander replied, setting the files down.

Back in the jungles of North Vietnam, Cyril woke up, laying in a bed in a small hut. He heard the voices of Vietnamese kids playing, and of older adults talking. He climbed out of bed, wearing some villager's outfit and his hair barely damp. "Where the hell am I?" He said to himself, a Vietnamese man in rebel uniform walking up to him. "Oh, good. You awake. You may be wondering where you are. We are Montagnard, fighting the VC." He said. Cyril slowly smiled, thankful for not being captured or worse, dead and laying on a muddy beach next to a boat wreck.

[Tim Siguire]

"Cant do that..... hmph..... fine, ill just go sleep. if i can"
but i cant sleep, the bare thought of Cyril being stuck in vietnam, not knowing his location, position or state just keeps me awake

[Mr.Mustard]

James woke up to fast, almost feverish Vietnamese. He looked to his hands, splintered and bleeding. He was pulled out his cage, and pulled down a cave hallway. The guards slammed him into a wooden chair, the pegs slicing through his skin and into the muscle. They pulled the chair into the air by a series of pulleys. They lowered him into the brown and sickly water. he sat, bleeding, for a minute and a half. his lungs were screaming. Everything was turning black. Suddenly, he was being lifted out of the water. He breathed in madly, ignoring the smoky smell. He felt the chair being lowered again.

[Blaiiine]

Cyril and the man walked around the small village, everyone smiling and waving at them. Some of them carried M-16's and AK-47's, they barely knew how to properly hold them. "We easily hide from the Viet Cong in these mountains, but the GI's gave up on us." The man said. "I remember us moving out very well, Nhu. It was heartbreaking for some, who had become so attached..." Cyril said. "Even me...I love this jungle. It's better than home..." He said. Nhu nodded and smiled, them stopping at his hut to eat some dinner that his wife made. "We've heard news of a POW camp nearby, we're going to go there after this and save them..." Nhu said, while Cyril ate the rice, nodding. "I'm ready for some payback..." Cyril replied, finishing his food and changing into some NVA cammies that Nhu's wife gave him.

[Blaiiine]

"Okay, they fit?" Nhu asked, Cyril coming out in the khaki NVA uniform, nodding. "Strange, never thought I'd be wearing these..." Cyril said as he slicked his hair back, the locals cut it to a medium length when he was unconscious. He let the AK lay on his side, the strap around his shoulder. "We'll blend in and then we can strike on the inside, just wear these glasses." Nhu handed his some dark-tinted aviator shades, which Cyril put on and lifted up on his forehead.

[Tim Siguire]

Cyril is in Vietnam, Anthony i wanna go help but id get killed, i dont know what to do....
too much is going on right now. i just need to calm down and think about the bright side.
He's Not Dead, He's probably with gangaren or whatever the commander said, and he's probably with mustard.
Im Gonna Go into the tent and look at some pictures

[Mr.Mustard]

James sat in his cell, finally ripping the chunk of bamboo free. He stuffed it in his pocket as one of the guards walked to his cage. "You! Come with us!" he yelled. James was pulled from his cage, and taken to a small, pitch black room. They grabbed him from behind, picked him up, and tied his feet with an iron chain. They lifted him higher, tilting him backward. They strung him up by the chain, hanging him on a meat hook. James immediately felt the blood rush to his head, but only registered a dull throb compared to the pain in his legs. He heard two hollow snaps, his ankles breaking. He fell out of alertness, and embraced the darkness.

[Blaiiine]

Nhu, Cyril and the other Montagnard guerillas were looking at the POW camp, hearing the screams. They readied their AK's and Cyril put his shades down. Slowly, they moved toward the front gate and Nhu talked to the VC guard in their native language. The gates opened and they moved in, Nhu and Cyril separated from the others. "Where are they going? Where are we going?", Cyril whispered. "They going to set a bomb, big bomb. We, well, I've got someone you might know..." Nhu quietly replied. They moved down the halls, the prisoners seeing Cyril and Nhu, quietly asking for help. Cyril lifted his glasses and whispered to them that they'd be safe soon.

Nhu opened one door at the end to see James and two other guards, him hanging. Nhu and Cyril snuck up on them and slit their throats as the bomb went off. "hey man, no formalities, let's go." Cyril said, pulling James down and off the hook. Nhu fired at two guards coming down the hall, then beginning to open the POW cells. "Hurry up, we've got to get out of here!", He yelled, the prisoners grabbing any weapons and rushing outside.

[Mr.Mustard]

James stood, and pulled the jagged and visiously sharp bamboo from his pocket. he walked over to the guards, looking for ammo. No such luck. "Thanks, but we'll talk when we get the hell out of here."

[Blaiiine]

"But...it's nice to see you man..." Cyril said, rolling his sleeves up and throwing James his sidearm, a M1911. Nhu and Cyril ran outside, seeing the others fighting off the last VC, who were still shaken up by the explosion. It kept the tents on fire, some VC coming out burning. "Let's go..we got what we need!", Nhu yelled as he fired.

[Mr.Mustard]

"Thanks, man... I'll meet up with you later hopefully, I have some unfinished business to attend to." James walked down the hall, braced for combat.
*Hmm... Not many guards in the halls, they must be checking on the explosion...*
He walked to the end of the tunnel, to the room of the main guard, the man who had made a young man put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. He kicked open the door, pegging the VC's bodyguards. He walked in, firing at the hand of the MG.
*Still got the ol' sharpshooter bone in me...* he thought to himself. He reached down and grabbed the guard, pulling the bamboo out of his pocket. "You took the life of a person with his whole life ahead of him. Big mistake." He plunged the makeshift knife into the VC's eye, and stood. He walked to the desk, and sifted through the papers. "My god..."

[Blaiiine]

Cyril fired at VC stragglers and Nhu grabbed his shoulder, "Come on, we got to go. Get your friend and let's go.." He said before moving with the others into the jungle. Cyril dropped his AK-47 and grabbed a shotgun, loading it. As he walked to the office, he shot any officers he saw, the walls covered in red. Hearing James, he walked into the office, "Come on, we got to get back to the village before NVA show up..." He said, looking around and seeing a radio, quickly he grabbed it.