The Jail Bird Flies

Chapter Two

"I'd like Agent Doge to briefing room two." A scarred and imposing man told the fine-boned young assistant standing beside his door. "Yes, sir" he replied. He stepped outside the door and led the collected Agent Doge into the small room on the other side of the corridor. Doge sat down at the oak desk and lowered the sound-proof glass around him. The imposing man, Doge's boss, sat down on the other side of the desk and did the same. "Agent, Doge" he started, twiddling a fountain pen in his left hand "Your success in Afghanistan was highly commendable and led to the destruction of multiple terrorist organisations across the United States."

"Thank you, sir" Doge casually replied

"Afghanistan is not what we're here to talk about; The Mexican gang lord Chihuahua Castillano has escaped Guantanamo Bay Prison along with one of his associates: Seabass de Sol. The United States promised Mexico to send one of it's finest agents to track down the criminal duo. The finest agent being you."

"It's an honour sir"

"You shall leave the country at 1300 hours in 3 days time. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

Doge's boss lifted the sound-proof glass from around him, stood up and left the room. Doge followed. The assistant led Doge over to the weapon testing facilities and opened the door. Racks of guns lined the walls and technicians sat at their desks, perfecting their new technology.

"I was told by one of your friends in boot camp that you like automatics?" asked one of the engineers. "I'm Ross Bob, I think we'll have something you'll like." He said walking over to a weapon rack. "This is a prototype called the C-23. It's an M4 variant with a plastic frame. Most of the components are metal but the weapon is light, even when loaded. It's chambered in 5.56x45mm and packs a punch." Finished Ross. "I like it." Said Doge. "I'll also need a pistol."

"This will suit you." he said "This is a Maxim-9. It's internally silenced and easily concealable. This one is 9mm."

"Sounds good." Said Doge taking the pistol and rifle and fitting them into a weapons case.

"You'll likely want these too." Said Ross. "This is a suit lined with IIA Kevlar and will stop a .22 and a 9mm. I'd still recommend not getting shot in the first place. You'll also want a radio. Here are four earpieces that will allow you to communicate with your teammates, you do have teammates right?"

"Long time no see Smudge." Said Doge as he walked up to a table at a cafe. "Hello, Doge." Said Smudge. "How's work?"

"This is about work. Mexican Cartel Leader 'Chihuahua' broke out of Guantanamo bay and I need help to put him back in jail."

"What do I get out of it? Just kidding, I'm in." Said Smudge.

"My cousin Cheems is also intent on helping us." Said Doge

"What about Walter?"

"Who's Walter?"

"A retired marine, no one knows much about him. A friend of mine introduced me to him back in '93."

"Is it safe recruiting him? What do you know about this mysterious man?"

"He seems reliable, but it is rumoured he committed war crimes in Bosnia; though he's never been arrested or put on trial."

"If you think he's safe, then I'll trust your judgement. Do you know where to find him?"

"I can arrange for our whole team to meet up at the airport, and arrange a flight to Havana."

"I'll see you there, then."

Smudge walked over to the hunting shack. Despite being trained in navigation he didn't really know where he was. He walked over to the door of the shack and knocked on the door with his hand. The door opened and a scruffy looking man with a pistol was there. "Hello, Walter." Said Smudge.

Walter looked in disbelief and lowered the pistol.

"Are you here to turn me in?" Said, Walter.

"You remember Doge don't you?" Asked Smudge who leaned against the log cabin's cozy walls.

"He's got a gig for us." Smudge passed a file to Walter who opened it and started reading it.

"I assume you need some firepower." Said, Walter.

"We need someone who can handle the firepower."