Bond Battle: Revival

[Commando]

Commando lay silently on his cot in the dark prison cell, only half awake. The cell itself was only 70 square feet in total and the cot took up most of the room. There were no windows and the only way out was a thick iron door, which was always locked. Food was brought into Commando through a small hatch in the bottom of the door, but the stuff that he was fed was hardly food. Every breakfast he got some unnamed soggy stuff in a bowl, and for dinner he would get a loaf of hard bread and some cold meat. Commando had no idea what creature the meat came from and he didn't want to find out. The only liquid he got was water from the sink in the wall, and he would get sick if he drank too much of it.

Even though he had lost a lot of weight during his prison time, he stayed in as good of shape as he could. He did push-ups and sit ups every morning and every night. The guards used catch him doing this and he was beaten with metal clubs and put in solitary confinement for a few days. Eventually though Commando had remembered their patrols and made sure not to work out when they were nearby. Apparently the prison warden was afraid of strong inmates and so he let the guards have their fun with the prisoners. It was now March 2009. Overall, Commando had spent 5 years in the Nigerian prison known by the nearby villagers as Juba Heights. Commando had not even recieved his trial yet, which was due to arrive "in a few more years". He knew it would never come. Not many people were sympathetic to a man accused of crimes against humanity.

Commando had been a Hungarian mercenary employed by the European leaders of South Africa during the time of racial apartheid. Commandos duties were simple: He was to keep the African people segregated from Europeans and make sure that the Africans always were in a state of weakness. The Europeans in the South African government feared that if the Africans gained any power then they would take over the country.

Commando had possessed entire military divisions under his control. He had his troops regularly intimidate or rough up any African suspected of speaking out against the European government. At one anti-European riot that got violent Commando ordered his men to fire at every African present in the riot and 3,000 people were killed, injured or went missing. This was too much for the international community and they began demanding Commando be taken down. Commando, feeling guilty for his actions and fearing for his life, resigned from his government post and fled the country.

Several years later the European government of South Africa collapsed and Nelson Mandela, an African, became president. Mandela demanded Commando be hunted down for his war crimes and soon enough INTERPOL agents from the UN had tracked him down. INTERPOL handed him over to Mandela, who handed Commando over to the Nigerians, knowing that Nigerian prisons had the worst conditions in Africa. The Nigerians had tortured Commando and locked him up and now 5 years later nothing had changed. Except Commando had a plan about how to escape.

[DaBomb]

I won’t tell you my real name. I won’t tell you anything that you don’t need to know.

I will tell you only that I am known by three names in the business:

Osprey. In my earlier years I was infamous for my bravado and my brashness. Much like an Osprey, I would swoop above the water, waiting for my prize to be snatched by my talons. The nickname is a throwback to my earlier days of rash choices and narrow escapes. More recently, I was known more as a thinker, awaiting an opportunity to strike with stealth and strategy, much like an owl.

This leads me to my second name – Tytonidae – a species of owl. Since these owls were often considered representations of death by past cultures, it seemed only fitting that I would carry such a name. Many shortened this name to Tyton or Titan, both of which were fitting considering my nature.

As my life progressed, I realized that I was no longer a brash young man nor a savvy trickster. I found myself isolated, seldom meeting with those who I dealt with and never conversing with anyone in my organization other than Smokey. Because of this, I was rechristened as Wraith, an unseen master of malice.

***
It was 2004. Waziristan was a region in utter chaos. Opposing religious leaders had enlisted the help of many outside factions in order to help them acheive their goal and settle their blood fued. DB had been summoned by one of these leaders, Khel Dassar, to supply him with arms and troops.

What Dassar had not known was that DB had been secretly selling old Soviet T-34 tanks to his opponents. As both sides in the conflict fought for control of the mountainous region, they had called for more and more munitions, and were increasing willing to pay greater amounts to secure such munition.

What DB didn't know what that he had been found out.

On the day he was going to sell 700 AK-47s to Dassar, his small convoy was attacked on a mountain road. An HE Rocket Propelled Grenade had struck his camouflaged truck, so his only option was to escape through the thick woods.

As he dashed through a soggy section of farmland, he had become twisted in the barbed wire fence.

Had he been able to move, he most likely would not have been able to find it in his heart to do so. The barbed wire had twisted itself around him like a serpent, digging into his arms and chest and slicing a deep gash into his right calf. DB lay sprawled in this wire, feeling the blood ebb from his wounds and the barbs cutting ever deeper into his muscles, which were spasming uncontrollably in pain.

As the torrential rain began to fall and the guns fell silent, DB could only watch the water level begin to rise.

He was saved only by a sympathetic farming family living in the area who had watched Dassar hunt him down like a dog. They freed him from the wire, cleaned his wounds and bid him farewell.

The family, shortly thereafter, was murdered by Dassar rage and their bodies thrown into the barbed wire from which they had freed me. After that, DB became the Wraith, alone, living with the pain of guilt.

[Commando]

The sound of heavy boots clanging through the hallway awoke Commando from his doze. Commando sat up on the bunk and wiped the sweat from his brow, just as the iron door opened up. Inside walked the prison warden followed by a guard carrying a metal pipe. The warden had a revolver in his belt and was holding a machete-like blade.

Its that time Commando! cackled the warden. Your wish has finally been granted. Your getting a trial next week. But of course we don't want you to leave us without a few heartfelt goodbyes now do we?

Commando angrily stared the warden down, not saying a word. The warden stared back for a brief moment then howled White pig! and swung the blade at Commando, grazing his side. Commando fell back onto his bunk, blood oozing on the sheets. The guard then kicked Commando in the ribs and brought the pipe crashing down on Commandos skull. Commando burried his head in his hands as the warden brought the handle of the machete down on Commandos spine and the guard took another swing. Commando lapsed into unconciousness as the Warden spat in his face and marched out of the room, followed by his guard. The door slammed and Commando lay there, covered in a pool of blood. Dreaming of his past.

Commando, in full uniform walked through the town center, an assault rifle swung over his shoulder and a red beret on his head. Other white South African soldiers working for the European government followed him through the road, anxious to finish their duties and go home. Commando and his men arrived at the foutain in the center of town, where more of his troops were, and they had prisoners. Two black Africans were kneeling on the ground, handcuffed and bags over their heads.

""What happened?"" asked Commando to the soldiers guarding the prisoners. ""These blacks tried to organize a rally at the Capitol. Obviously it was going to get violent so we took action and detained them before calling you"". Commando nodded and removed the bags from their heads. The two prisoners said nothing to Commando, who said nothing back. Commando then through the bags aside and rapidly unslung his assault rifle, pointing it to the head of the first man and pulling the trigger. A spray of blood hit the other man in the face but he did not move. Commando then shot a few rounds into the chest of the other prisoner, killing him as well. His body slumped over and Commando slung the weapon over his shoulder again.

""Next time kill them yourself"" he said as he walked back towards the area from where he came. The soldiers saluted and threw the bodies into the fountain, the water turning red.

Commando awoke from his disturbing flashback. He was still covered in blood from when the warden beat him up. Commando took a few deep breathes. What has my life become he muttered to himself before falling back asleep.

[Kid Game]

Kid was a notorious criminal. Well, he wasnt the most notorious or the most wanted, but he had been featured on Americas most wanted several times. Law enforcement had come after him once they found out his hiding locations but never caught him since he frequently moved around the states. Eventually he decided to let things cool down in the USA and used one of his personal jets to fly over seas.

He had several hideouts and a few bases in Australia, Madagascar, Asia, Europe, Japan, and the surrounding areas. He had a few hideouts and one base near Nigeria too. Kid had been doing research on the internet on his computer. He had found out something about Nigerias most wanted, Commando.

Reading the articles, he discovered that Commando was wanted against numerous crimes against humanity and most crimes weren't listed as they were too gruesome, evil or worse. Kid eventually found out about commandos crimes. This guy was good, way better then kid.

Kid could use someone like that in his army. Kid knew commando was a very dangerous person and could go into violent rages if provoked. Yet kid felt the need to help commando.

Doing more research he found out Commando was being held in a prison in Nigeria. More specifically, Juda Heights. Kid had seen the prison once and it had heavy security, but it was not inpenetrable. Commando also had a trial for next week. Kid had to break commando out of prison before next week came. Hacking the prison computers, he found that Commando wasn't in max security. He was being held on the ground floor at the back of the prison in cell 817.

Kid went off to gather up a squad of his elite troops. They were equipped with numerous heavy weapons (AK47, M4, Desert Eagles, Magnums, Sawn off Shotguns, PSG1 Sniper rifles, etc). He had gathered up a little over 130 men. Now he needed vehicles. Luckily though he had an extensive collection of vehicles, and that collection included a group of old Prison buses that had been to that Nigerian prison, Juda Heights, before.

Kid had 10 Prison buses, but they weren't all needed. So he had all his 130 troops get in the buses, packing them as tight as possible. Then his demolition squad showed up and filled up another bus. They had the items needed to blow a hole or two in the prison wall- C4, Plastiques, Rocket Launchers and tons of grenades. They would try to sneak up to the wall and blast a hole in the wall with C4. If they were spotted then they would bring out the Rocket Launchers and blast open the walls, killing any guards. Then around 30 or so soldiers would stay and guard the buses, while kid and the other 100 soldiers ran in the prison to gather up commando.

[Commando]

When Commando woke up again he heard some sort of loud roaring outside. What could that be? he wondered. Then it dawned on him. Engines. But what were they here for? Commando didn't know. What he did know was trouble was coming, as he heard the Wardens boots clanging down the hallway toward his cell again. Commando took action this time. No one was going to lay a finger on him, much less a fist. Commando picked up a small sharp chicken bone that he had found in last nights dinner and hid in in his fist. Just then the door swung open and and the Warden walked in alone, this time with his gun drawn.

I hear engines outside and I don't know what they are for. But I'm not going to take the risk that they are here to save you!

The Warden cocked his gun and aimed it at Commando. Any last words? hissed the man. Goodbye Warden was Commandos response. Revealing the chicken bone he lunged toward the Warden, shoving it into his throat. It sank in and the gun fell out of the Wardens hands as he clutched his neck, a look of shock and pain on his face. Commando kicked the Warden on the bunk, and picked up the gun off the floor. With one swift shot the Warden lay dead, a hole in his skull.

Commando put the gun in his pant pocket and peeked out into the hallway. An alarm was going off but he couldn't see anyone. Commando took the keys from the warden and ran down the jail block, stopping at a cell that housed white Europeans who had controlled South Africas old government, the same government that had employed Commando. Commando unlocked the jail cell and let them all out into the hallway. He knew most of these guys and like him they had been charged with war crimes after their government was overthrown. Commando shook a few hands and then took the gun out. He had to escape.

[Kid Game]

The convoy of prison trucks ignored the checkpoint guards and smashed through the fence, knocking it over. The guards had quickly sounded an alarm and called for backup.

"We've been spotted! They're sure to attack us now. Quick blast a hole in that wall!" shouted kid as he pointed at a wall.

One of the soldiers with a rocket launcher aimed at the wall and fired. By the time the rocket hit, the rest of kids troops were out.

Meanwhile commando was inside navigating the numerous halls. He saw guards run by, but they were going towards the entrance to attack the intruders.

Suddenly commando was knocked off his feet as a loud Explosion was heard up ahead. It shoot the whole building and people began to panic. What was going on?

Meanwhile prison guards had rushed out the front door and some had began to pour out of the newly created hole in the wall. Kids troops immediately began firing their machine guns and semi-automatic pistols and handguns. The rocket troops had reloaded their weapons and had fired some rockets at a few clusters of prison guards. This created a nice chain of explosions, killing the guards and making a pile of bodies on the ground.

Kid's troops steadily advanced towards the hole in the prison wall, shooting at guards as they came out. In the few pauses in fighting they reloaded their weapons and picked up the guards dropped weapons. Soon there were no more guards coming out. Either they were all dead or it was a trap.

Suddenly as kid neared the hole in the wall blood sprayed all over him. As he turned to look one of his soldiers had been shot in the head and was spewing blood like a fountain. Luckily the other troops had quick reaction and shot the sniper which fell out a third story window.

Kid had about half his troops charge in the hole in the wall first, then kid went in followed by the rest of the troops. About 30 had stayed back to guard kid games prison buses. As they got ahead they saw a group of unarmed civilians running out an exit door looking for freedom. Kid had sensed that commando was nearby. Luckily though kids 100 men could easily overtake a single person, commando.

"Commando, I know you are hiding there somewheres. Don't worry you can come out of hiding. I'm not here to hurt or kill you. I want to rescue you. I organized this raid in order to bust you out. I came here to ask for an alliance. I'd be honored if you would join up as my right hand man. I've heard about your actions in the past and think they are great. I want you to join me so you can teach me your secrets. I can offer you anything you want, Protection, money, Girls, if you join me you will NEVER go back to jail and I will always be a valuable ally." Kid shouted, hoping to get a responce.

[Commando]

Most of the people Commando had freed had run off, leaving him in the hallway alone. The prison had been attacked for sure and now someone was calling out to Commando himself. Who would go through all the trouble to save Commando? There was smoke billowing into the hallway from a hole in the wall and there were a pile of dead guards in front of it. Commando walked to the hole, the light blinding his eyes. Outside were a bunch of busses and a large group of armed men. To Commando they looked like criminals, although they appeared skilled killers at the same time. They reacted quickly when they saw Commando, all aiming their rifles at him but not firing. Their leader was no where in sight.

Commando grinned sarcastically. If you wanna shoot me do it now. If not put the guns down alright? The men outside all slowly lowered their guns, though they didn't take their eyes off of Commando. Just then another voice came from behind Commando.

""Ah, Commando, the one and only. I saw a news report on you. Your pretty good at what you do, I'll give you that. How many Africans did you exterminate when you worked for South Africas old government? 30,000? 40,000? Not bad, not bad at all. What was your motivation? Money? Blood lust? Or did you believe destroying black Africans was right because you saw them as inferior? Either way, I could use someone like you in my ranks.""

It was kid. He was wearing camo fatigues and was heavily armed. He didn't look like one to mess with. Commando heard of him once and knew he was a outlaw leader with a decent amount of power in the criminal undergroud.

Commando paused and then responded. I didn't have any racial agenda. The South African Government paid me well to kill African natives and so I did just that. I feel kind of bad about it, but everyone has the things they've done they aren't so proud of. And it was more like 15,000 dead at my hands. The media tended to exaggerate what I did. But I'm not going to give you my life story. I'll just tell you what you need to know. I was born in Hungary. I became a mercenary. I've done a lot of work for various nations and dictators. Some stuff I did was for good causes, others for evil like when I worked in South Africa. If you pay me right I'll work with you...for a while.

[DaBomb]

The Hewitt-Ferguson Corporation was the largest government contractor in North America, supplying arms and spy satellites to the United States and keeping it quiet, too. The corporation was also a front for one of the largest arms dealing organizations in the west, founded and controlled by DB himself.

He had named the Hewitt-Ferguson company after two real-life people. The first, Hewitt, was a hitman who had attempted to kill DB while he was in the Dominican. DB had sent his head back to those who had hired him.

The second, Ferguson, needed immediate surgery after DB had spotted him pulling an ace out of his sleeve during a poker game.

Hewitt-Ferguson Corp. (shortened to HFC) was - as far as the public knew - controlled by a respectable gentleman named Earl Brevvin. He often visited press conferences, delivered speeches and played golf with other wealthy chairpersons, but he was merely a pawn for DB to do his bidding.

DB's organization was set up in such a way that only he, his second in command and several key Marshals knew of his activities. Everyone else was starved of information, so that if they were to consider defecting, they would have little information to give.

Smokey - DB's second in command - was a go between for DB and the Marshals, for after a strange incident in Waziristan, Pakistan Da Bomb had refused to visit meetings or personally visit those he traded with. His real name was Brent Marlborough; ironically, his favourite brand of cigarettes were Marlborough's, and so he was known as "Smokey" by everyone in the business.

***

Khel Dassar did not wilt in the intense heat. He knew that he needed to give a strong-willed performance in front of the cameras, otherwise his plan would fail.

Dassar was losing in his feuds with other warlords in the Waziristan region. Most of his troops had either been captured by the Pakistani government or killed in action. Dassar had been thrown a lifeline when a leader in exile in the Kalahari desert of South Africa had promised that if freed from captivity and restored to power in South Africa, he would aid Dassar in any way he could.

That leader's name was Schabir Zuma.

Dassar couldn't think about him, though. At that time, he needed to deliver a strong speech to the camera, so that tapes of him could be dispersed throughout Pakistan. In his speech, he would promise terror and destruction unless the Pakistani government freed each and every one of his troops within a week.

He cleared his throat, and prepared to speak.

[Commando]

News reports of Commandos escape spread throughout the world, and Commando's picture was found picture on the front covers of all sorts of publications, from Time Magazine to National Geographic. The New York Times front page had a picture of Commando in uniform and a picture of Heinrich Himmler, the notorious leader of the Nazi SS, in the background. The Caption read "Commando: This generations Himmler" and had a photograph of a mass grave full of dead Africans.

Nelson Mandela, president of the new South African government, gave a speech on live tv that day about the matter at hand. Millions of people all over the world heard about Commandos past.

"Human beings everywhere, today is a sad day for our world. It is a day where a racist terrorist and brutally efficient ethnic cleanser is free as we speak. His name is Commando." At this point Mandela held up a picture of Commando standing with a group of white Europeans who had run South Africas old government. Commando had a smile on his face, as if he was taunting the world to stop him. Mandela continued. "Before I took over this nation, South Africa was a land of murder, torture, genocide, and death. The old government, run by men of European descent, had continually harassed and killed black Afrians in order to keep them weak. Commando was the one who made sure this policy was carried out. He was the Director of the "Department of Ethnic Purity" and he commanded death squads all over the nation. It is estimated that somewhere between 15,000 and 25,000 black Africans perished due to his twisted actions. My fellow humans, what we have here is a racist war criminal who must be swiftly brought to justice before he does any more damage. Thank you and good night." Mandela stepped off the podium and the speech was over.

[Kid Game]

"Thats fine by me. I have tons of money hidden in my safes. I don't use banks, they are too risky and could compromise my safety if they found out who they were dealing with. I have enough money to easily pay you for several months, perhaps a year or so, we'll just have to find out. I think its best we leave now before police and army soldiers show up." kid said. It appeared that commando agreed, as he got onto one of kid's Buses.

All of kids soldiers filled up the buses again and once everyone was on they headed back to kids nearby base. Luckily for them no police followed so the buses pulled into the base once they got there and parked in a big garage. Once there the soldiers got out while Kid and Commando talked.

Kid escorted Commando to one of the best rooms in the base. Commando could sleep there for now. The base was huge and had lots of security, especially outside. There were hundreds of soldiers outside patrolling, as well as some guard towers with Snipers and Spotlights. The base was also equipped with numerous alarm systems in case of an emergency.

It was still early evening so kid gave commando a little tour of the base. However he didnt show him any of the high tech or top secret areas. Kid would need to be able to trust commando a lot more before showing him the bases secrets. Afterwards he showed commando to the Dining area which had many tables, a giant fridge, a big screen tv (almost movie theater screen size) and had chefs ready to cook anything anytime.

Next they went to the Bar area. Here there was an extensive bar with every Beer, Wine, Whiskey known to man. Kid had ways of getting more so he was rarely out of any liquor for long. There were also several TVs in the room for watching different sports shows. There was also a separate area for smoking, as to which kid also had a nice collection of smokable cigarettes and cigars, as well as pipes. Kid told commando he could help himself to as much Booze and Smokes that he wanted.

Next he showed commando the Entertainment room. There were around 10 TVs which had many video game systems hooked up. Controllers were all spread across the floor. On the walls was tons of cabinets full of pretty much every single video game every created for every system. There was also a section for DVD movies and another for Music CDs, of all genres.

Luckily commando had played video games before and showed an interest so the two spent the next few hours playing some games. They had also talked about upcoming plans that kid had. Plans about becoming the most feared criminal there ever was.

[Merlin2592]

Merlin, A young but experienced CIA agent, but he had faced prejudice and cruelty from his boss, and quit whilst seeking vengance and became a assasin, cool and highly lethal, he was one of if not the best assasins in the world, and recently had met kid, a highly skilled outlaw and had been offered a job, willing to make a few extra green backs and get in some brawls and shoot outs, Merlin took the job.

A few years later, they had gone to rescue someone named Cammando, who supposedly had killed 30,000-40,000 Africans. Merlin was 38,000th kill, and planned to make the 40,000th his boss.

So Merlin hopped out of the bus, totting a AIMS-20, Dual Deagles, a AT-420 Rocket Launcher, and one Laser Fusion Cannon. Along with several Indecary, Stun, and frag grenades. Of course most good assasins pack light, but of he had a whatch that shrunk down his weapons, and once draw instantly were the normal size. Merlin took a look at Cammando, slung two ammo belts on, followed by 6 hunting and throwing knifes and a Kevlar vest, and grinned. Tossing him a spare pack of rations, some clothes, and a case of lethal weapons.

[Commando]

Commando and kid sat in the large base, discussing their pasts and their futures alike. Commando was impressed by the base easily, but he knew he wouldn't be here forevor. In truth, Commando wanted to go off on his own now that he was free, but he was broke. Commando figured if he did an odd job here and there for kid, he could earn some cash.

So, is this your only base? Pretty random spot, Nigeria isn't much of a country commented Commando.

It's my biggest base, but I have 3 others. I have a few small safehouses here and there too. Its enough to get by. Want a drink?

Nah. Replied Commando. Kid poured himself a cup of red wine and took a sip, pausing the conversation. Afterwards he continued talking.

Commando, my army worldwide is only about 500 men. They are well trained, but they can only handle so much. Now having you with me brings a lot of danger my way. The UN and the African Union both have a bounty on your head, and as we speak their military and police forces are out looking for you. So I'm going to have to ask you stay quiet for a while. Is that alright?

Kid, I don't want to stay put in one place so long replied Commando. But you are right, I cannot go out in public as I will be detected and arrested easily. So here is what I need from you. I have heard rumors of an illegal medical facility in Havana, Cuba, where I can change my appearence completely. I ask you to give me the transportation neccessary to get there and the money to pay for my surgery. After I'm done no one will be able to tell who I am. I'll do some work for you to pay back the money and to earn some money myself. Sound ok?

[DaBomb]

DB spent most of his isolation in his room, reliving the moments of his past, focussing mainly on the brutal murder of those who had saved him years before. Of course, the room was no prison cell.

Marble floors were washed with the soft glow of the gleaming crystal chandeliers above; mahogony furnishings and bearskin rugs were arranged to give balance to the room; and many fine paintings, tapestries and works of art covered the walls. There was even a fine wine storage unit in one corner, beside the intercom.

DB was watching the news at the time. He made sure he did this every day, for if he sensed any hint of a conflict from the reports he would have to pounce quickly. Many amateur gunrunners existed, providing a lot of competition for DB's organization.

The report started with a grim tone, explaining that a mass-murderer had been freed from a Nigerian prison, and that those responsible for his jail break had not been found.

Next, the anchor explained how tensions between Russia and Chechnya were escalating due to a recent shooting of a Chechnyan civilian. DB quickly rose from his plush couch and dashed to the intercom.

"Smokey," he barked, "Send over a container of M16s to the Checnyans. Make sure to tell them that we're here for them and such."

"Understood, sir," Smokey coughed back. "I'll try to convince them to buy some of those personell carriers you've been wanting to get rid of."

DB didn't thank him. He strolled back to the television, and seated himself with a glass of champagne once again.

Khel Dassar appeared on the screen, his rigid features unchanged since DB had last seen him. Before DB had become a Wraith.

The anchor stated that Dassar had promised to terrorize those of Pakistan unless his militants were freed, and that the Pakistani government was going to great lengths to find him in the hills of Waziristan.

They wouldn't find him. Few knew that he had a safehouse inside the capital city, where he was guaranteed safety.

DB rose from the couch one more. In a burst of anger, he hurled his glass of champagne, and stormed to the intercom.

"Scratch that!" he demanded, "I want that bastard Dassar's head on a stick by tomorrow."

DB had walked off before Smokey could answer.

[Commando]

Nigerian police and soldiers surrounded the prison which had once held Commando. Smoke was still pouring out of the side and into the air, and emergency medical responders were in the process of picking up all the dead bodies present at the scene. At the remains of the ruined gate stood three powerful men. One was Adjo Ezeoha, the commander of Nigerias army. The next was Kokumo Ngozi, a top-ranking offical from the African Union and a personal friend of Nelson Mandela. The last was Titalayo Ottah, an investigator who came from the UN. The UN had sent an African inestigator to head this job, as Ottah would be able to relate to the land better. Right now the three men were in the middle of a conversation which had become heated in the last few minutes.

General Ezeoha shook his head in fustration. If you give me full control over the African Unions special forces I will hunt Commando down in 1 week! exclaimed the general, making various hand gestures as well. Right now I only control the Nigerian forces, and that is not enough to track down Commando and you know it!

Now General, you already have the Nigerian military to work for you. The African Union will assist you naturally as Commando commited many crimes against the African people, but we will control our own troops. Hopefully African Union and Nigerian soldiers can work side by side in the process though right? responded Ngozi.

Fool! shot back Ezeoha. I am a veteran of many battles and I've fought these Commando-types of people numerous times. They are all the same. I say since I have the expierience, I should have the full power to deal with him.

Ngozi sighed and turned to Ottah. What about you friend? What should we do to track down Commando?

Ottah turned to the General Ezeoha. General, it is most likely Commando will not be in Nigeria much longer. You should lock down the countries borders and double the number of troops at all points of entry and exit. No one gets out of Nigeria without us knowing it.

Fine. But I still say I should direct the African Unions forces! spat back Ezeoha.

Maybe if you prove yourself here we will reconsider it lied Ngozhi.

Ezeoha glared at Ngozhi for one more moment, and then turned and left, getting into a jeep and driving away.

Bastard said Ngozhi, watching Ezeoha drive away. Now we can talk in peace.

Ottah took out a folder of information and handed it to Ngozhi. My agents are searching for Commando at all points of interest. All nearby white neighborhoods or industries suspected to be sheltering him are being searched. We've also detained a few of the other people associated to commando that escaped during the attack on this prison, but they aren't talking. We are probably going to have use torture.

I thought the UN doesn't authorize torture said a surprised Ngozhi.

Well, not officially. But this is a vital matter. Whatever we need to do to bring in Commando we will.

I'll stay quiet then. But it better amount to something. I have to go now. Meet me at the Osayaba docks tommorow for an update on the situation. Goodbye. Ngozhi got into a car with the African Union symbol on the side and drove off, followed by several AU soldiers in a truck.

Ottah went back to the scene of the attack, flanked by two blue-helmeted UN soldiers. The Nigerian soldiers and police were still picking up debris and removing bodies when suddenly a medic ran out of the prison and shouted We have a survivor! Agent Ottah, you probably want to see this! Ottah broke into a jog and ran inside the prison.

[DaBomb]

He'd tried his best to forget his anger, substituting guilt in its place. It hadn't worked. DB wanted revenge.

He wanted to be rid of it all. He had hidden away in his room for far too long, hiding from himself and the memories that tortured him.

He'd left his organization without a leader, and though Smokey had done his best to keep the gunrunning in order, DB knew he's missed out on many opportunities because of his moral qualms.

No more.

"Sir...we have received an urgent message. I believe you will want to hear it," crackled Smokey's voice over the intercom once more. "...if you are not in the middle of anything, sir..."

God damn it. Great timing.

"Very well Smokey. Patch the communication through to my television," DB sighed, starting to calm down. "This had better be important."

A dark face appeared on the screen. DB recognized the man, though he couldn't quite remember exactly who he was. The man was clad in army apparel. "I hope you are still up to your old tricks, Osprey," he said, "Or is it Tyton now?"

DB sent him a cold stare.

"I see you are busy. Let me be frank," the solider offered, "I'm having a problem over here. There's an escapee on the loose, and I'm being halted at every turn. I need a favour..."

DB remembered who he was. General Ezeoha had stopped at nothing to try and stop DB during the Osprey era, when he was offering cheap arms to Nigerian rebels. How it did surprise DB that he now needed the gun runners who he so often hunted down.

"I grant no favours, General, and ask for none," was the response. "You'll pay like everyone else." DB had to crack a smile. Ezeoha didn't appreciate the answers.

After a brief pause of thought, Ezeoha sighed and caved in. "Very well. Bring me 100 Ak-47s, a score of rocket launchers, 150 troops clad in Nigerian army outfits and perhaps a few Kevlar vests and I'll make sure you are rewarded..."

Since Ezeoha had not specified the size of the payment, DB assumed there would be none. So, he asked only for information, something often more powerful than money. "How about you skip my reward altogether, and you tell me what's going on."

Ezeoha clenched his teeth. This criminal was pushing his luck. "You have seen the news, no? We have a situation on our hands that I wish to resolve quickly."

"Commando..." DB sighed. He had heard of him before, as it was his business to know of everyone involved in the art of war. In fact, he had even sold a squadron of tanks to radical militants who were intent on taking Commando down. Apparently they should have bought more. "Glad doing business with you, general. I might be in the area next time we talk, if you need my services once more."

The TV flicked off.

DB smiled.

Old enemies about to be vanquished. Desperate governments begging for DB's help. For the first time in years, DB felt alive once again.

[Commando]

General Ezeoha was angry that he had to turn to DB for help. Ezeoha had a huge ego and to ask a former foe for help was formerly unthinkable. But then again he hadn't expected Commando to ever escape prison. As a matter of fact, if Ezeoha had had his way Commando would have been killed outright. It seemed like yesterday...

Ezeoha sat in the huge room, screaming to the Nigerian parliament that Commando needed to be killed. Up in the center of the room Commando stood shackled, surrounded by guards, and yet not saying a single word. All he was doing was staring at the ground and not looking anyone in the eye.

""Give him to me! I will deal with him! I know how his kind are. This man has slaughtered brother Africans and you will let him live? You are all cowardly politicians!"" roared Ezeoha.

""No"" came the automatic response. ""Commando will be locked up in Juba Heights for the rest of his days. The Hungarian government has asked that we refrain from executing him, as Commando is of Hungarian descent and there is no executions in Hungary.""

""Bah!"" spat back Ezeoha. ""Have I not saved this nation's leaders from rebels, terrorists, and other threats from all sorts of groups?""

""General, that is enough. Stop exaggerating your achievements. Get back to your post now or YOU will be on trial for disobediance to a higher authority."" The parliament was getting annoyed.

""Alright, but one day you all will wish you would have listened to me."" Ezeoha stormed out of the room as Commando was escorted out and put in a prison bus under maximum security and driven to Juba Heights.

Ezeoha threw his cigar on the floor and stepped on it. If he had been in charge none of this would have happened. But for now he had an arms shipment to pick up. He just had to make sure his allies, the AU and UN, as well as the Nigerian parliament, didn't figure out he was buying weapons from an illegal arms dealer.

[Commando]

Meanwhile, kid told Commando he would consider what Commando was saying. Kid explained that the medical facility in Havana was hard to find and he would have to pull a few strings first in order to get Commando the surgery operation. After this kid left the room and went to bed, as the raid had taken a toll of his stamina.

Commando bid him goodbye, and then turned on a tv. He saw an "old friend" speaking at a news conference. That "friend" was actually an old enemy of Commandos, Nigerian General Ezeoha. Ezeoha had tried to have Commando executed instead of being jailed. To Ezeohas fury Commando was not killed but jailed and Commando expected the General was still angry over it. And from the looks of it Ezeoha was quite angry indeed.

The Nigerian General was, as always, waving his hands around and making sure the camera saw the sidearm leaning out of his shoulder holster. Ezeoha hadn't changed. What most of the world didn't know was that Ezeoha was a mass murderer who murdered white people living in Nigeria. Ezeoha had covered his tracks though so very few people know of Ezeohas criminal past. And those who did were either in prison or dead.

Back when Commando was working for the white leaders of South Africa's old government, Ezeoha was working for Nigeria as a Colonel (he hadn't been promoted yet). Colonel Ezeoha had ordered the secret killing of over 150 white diplomats in Nigeria and a month later had killed another 200. Ezeoha had a racial agenda as well, and that racial agenda meant murdering white people. Ezeoha believed they were "foreign imperialists". Ezeoha covered up his tracks and not even the Nigerian government knew. Only one soldier who had participated in the massacre turned this information over to South Africa for a wad of cash.

South Africa's white leaders were enraged. They told Commando to organize an assassination attempt on Ezeoha, which Commando did in the form of a bomb at Ezeohas personal residence. The bomb went off early and Ezeohas brother was ripped apart. Ever since then Ezeoha had a blood vendetta against Commando.

It looks like the blood vendetta was on again. Now it was time to see who was the more ruthless war criminal.

[DaBomb]

The Hewitt-Ferguson tower stood tall in the streets of Chicago, almost matching the height of the Sears Tower, and of course out showing it in glamour. The building gleamed in the morning sun, the broad glass windows causing the rays to dance upon their surface.

The real organization - DB's arms dealing section - was located on the top floor under high security. The rest of the hundreds of floors were dedicated to offices and meeting rooms that would be typical of a multinational company like HFC.

For the first time in months, DB left his room and showed his face to his staff. He stormed through the hallway, ignoring the surprised stares and aghast expressions, and met with Smokey at his personal helicopter.

"Get the chopper ready. We're leaving," DB demanded.

Smokey looked shocked, but he complied nonetheless. "Er...yes, sir. I'll order a crew to ready it for departure. If I may ask...where are we going?"

"Nigeria."

Smokey didn't look especially comfortable, not knowing what was going on. "Very good sir."

"I'll explain on the way..."

***

The helicopter would take them to an abandoned airfield where DB kept most of his larger merchandise, including Soviet tanks, British Armoured personnel carriers and even a stolen American F-14 Tomcat.

Here DB would find his private jet, to take him to Nigeria. As they boarded the luxury plane, the helicopter flight having taken only a few minutes, DB began to explain.

"I'm no expert on General Ezeoha, but I do know he's passionate and persistent," DB informed, sipping a glass of bubbling Bollinger. "After I spoke with him, a news bulletin was released explaining his promise to wipe out Commando."

"Commando? The war criminal?" Smokey replied, a cigarette between his lips.

"No, Commando the gateway to riches greater than we have seen before," DB chuckled, "If Ezeoha turned to me for arms, he must be desperate. What I need is for Commando to push Ezeoha to the point where he will pay anything and buy anything in order to capture his target."

"How?" Smokey coughed, "Will we have to meet with Commando?"

"Gosh, no," DB cried, "I don't give a damn about him. I don't need Commando to do my dirty work, just to stay out of my way. A couple of bombs here and there and perhaps a propaganda tape will be all we need."

Smokey still wasn't convinced, which did seem to irritate DB. His word was final...there was not need to ask questions. "Surely if you start killing people, the government will give Ezeoha what he wants."

DB shook his head. "The African nations will do anything to stop 'Commando' killing people, save for giving Ezeoha control of their armies," he sighed, tiring of explaining, "Because of this, Ezeoha's only way to procure further forces and arms will be through me. Plus, he'll also need me to make sure nobody finds out about his dealings...which will require more cash."

A grin finally came to Smokey's face, though it appeared forced. "It's perfect."

"And it might just work."

[Commando]

Commando had trouble sleeping that night. It was his first night out of a jail cell and on a real bed. Kid had allowed Commando to use a guest room. The guest room was more like a private suite though, to Commandos delight. It had all sorts of golden furnature, room service, a flat-sceen tv, all these luxuries that Commando hadn't known in so long.

And yet Commando was having nightmares. Nightmares about his past when he was ordering mass executions. Nightmares about being hunted down and killed.

Commando didn't know how he could stop the nightmares about his past, but he did know how he could stop his nightmares about being killed. Commando could avoid the people hunting for him, escape to Havanna, surgically change his appearance, and then come back and personally kill all those hunting him. And the first person he wanted to kill was Ezeoha. Commando considered Ezeoha a twisted and evil murderer. Of course most of the world saw Commando as a twisted evil murderer as well, but Commando had already suffered his punishment. Now it was time to punish his enemies.

[Commando]

Meanwhile Agent Ottah's investigation at the prison was not going so well. Night had arrived and many of the Nigerian police and soldiers had gone home. All that remained were Ottah and a few UN soldiers/investigators, along with a handful of African Union representatives. It was almost eerie, being in a prison at nighttime full of dead bodies. Ottah wished more people were there to keep him company as he sat in the room that had used to be the office of the warden. For hours and hours he had been looking over papers and data, trying to gain any hint on where Commando had escaped to. He had even watched the security tapes but they didn't help much as the attackers had shot the cameras out and destroyed most (not all) of the tapes themselves.

Agent Ottah thought he had a lead though when a guard who had survived the attack explained that around 100 armed men broke Commando out. The guard died in an ambulence shortly after due to bullet wounds in his chest, making the entire prison garrison deceased. Ottah theorized that the attackers were one of three groups: Nigerian Rebel forces, rouge soldiers from South Africas old military, or members of an outside criminal group.

Nigerian Rebel forces was exteremely unlikely if impossible. For one thing, why would a group of black Nigerians rescue a man who murdered 20,000 Africans for their race? Ottah scratched that idea.

The idea of rouge elements of the old South African military made some sense. They would want to bust out their beloved commander and wreak terror and revenge on Africans everywhere. However this was unlikely as well since the African Union had arrested or deported nearly everyone who was involved in the South African military under the European apartheid regime.

That only left the idea of a random outside force. And why would they break out Commando? Ottah rubbed his eyes and fell asleep on the wardens desk. This investigation was already taking its toll.