PATIENT EVIL - An R.J. Godlewski / Right Truth Blog Exclusive - Chapter Thirty-One
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August, 20xx
Westbound Highway 17
En route Féodosija, Ukraine
Jonas Prinkler was getting a bit sick; the bouncing along in the back of the old Pegaso 7323 truck was bad enough, but his body was just begging to break out of the artificial skin that took several hours to affix, transforming him into a mockery of Arab descent. Now, he thought to himself, he could understand what Seth Carmassi had been griping about – that modern war had taken the fight out of the soldier. That all warriors, of whatever stripe, wanted to exact revenge out of their enemies for wrongs perpetrated against comrades but that politics had corralled the fighting spirit necessary to do so. No longer could a soldier shoot to kill on the spot; constant referrals to higher authority distanced warriors from this need for instant gratification.
He knew that Seth was right; that wars were meant to be fought and not negotiated into settlement and the thick, suffocating latex skin that restricted his own was no different in this regard. He longed to break out; to scream to the world that he was who he was and not merely what he now appeared to be and to hell with everyone else! Still, the constricting form that he presently found himself embedded within was itself a casualty of this very same infraction.
They needed to follow Mahmoud al-Walid, himself grumbling incoherently towards the front of the green canvas enshrouded cargo bed, back to his fold so that they could infiltrate further into the Sorcerer’s lair. Being that the terrorist had himself been strung out the rear of a speeding C-130 aircraft ensured that he knew all too well the likes of Seth and Jonas. Ergo, the twin need for the transformation of the two Caucasians into Arab tribesmen: they needed to become exchange prisoners in the likes of the aforementioned Mahmoud al-Walid so they could journey safely into the virtual hellhole that was the Middle East and they could not, for the literal life of them, permit the accompanying passenger to know precisely who they were.
The two Ukrainian guards, positioned securely between the Americans and the Arab, did know exactly who Jonas and his companion were. Their positioning ensured that the two look-like Arabs could converse without undue suspicion from the babbling ex-United Nations employee.
“We really screwed that character up.” Jonas found the familiar words anything but as his mask fixed heavily upon his facial muscles. “There should’ve been an easier way in getting him to talk.”
The strange looking companion that was Carmassi smiled awkwardly. “He’s not exactly talking, friend. I wanted him scared and angry; the two emotions being interconnected. Mahmoud over there is your typical bully. He can kill innocent women and children and won’t even blink an eye. The only thing that he truly feared, however, we delivered in the most effective way possible. Now, he’s angry and anger makes a person vulnerable.”
“The guy still tried to kill hundreds if not thousands of innocent Ukrainians.” offered Jonas, still battling his headpiece.
“Ah. Merely an amateurish operation. That fire which burned the truck ensured that they will live to see another day. That’s fighting terrorism in a nutshell; sometimes luck’s with us and sometimes it’s not. We just need to be alert and take advantage of every break that luck provides and resilient enough to absorb that which it takes away.”
Jonas nodded slowly, abandoning his attempts to look picturesque. “Again, why am I looking like a much inflated Arab?”
“To keep you alive to see another day.” smiled Carmassi.
“Oh, that helps.”
“I’m not saying that you’re going to survive an encounter with a raging mob of infuriated Muslims. That wouldn’t suit well for either of us. We just need to be able to tour around in automobiles or perhaps check into some fleabag of a hotel and looking less like two white boys from Alpena, Michigan will help us do so.”
“Allah be praised for that!” mocked Jonas innocently, but as soon as the praise had been uttered he noticed that Mahmoud lifted his sagging head and stared towards the four men in the rear of the truck.
“That got a reaction out of our friend…” Carmassi muttered quietly. “Can you keep the euphemisms down?”
“I thought that we were supposed to blend in?”
“Yes, but I don’t want our friend there to get the notion that he might be able to start something against Ihor and Yevhen.”
“Don’t mind us.” spoke Ihor Derkach, the tall, lanky Ukrainian nearest to the Americans. “We would’ve have taken this assignment had we not anticipated trouble.”
“Perhaps.” whispered Carmassi in return. “But I don’t want to tell your wife or Mrs. Skibinecky that you guys were killed because we aggravated the situation.”
“Allah be praised for that.” muttered Jonas again.
“Will you please stop with that Allah crap?” snapped Carmassi ruefully. “I’ve got enough problems already with pissing off God on umpteen occasions; I don’t need to start thinking about some damn Arab deity.”
“Wa Aleykum Assalam.” replied the softly giggling Jonas on cue.
Carmassi threw his head backwards against the canvas side with a peculiar sounding flunk. “My God, all that makeup is making you goofy.”
Seth’s reaction also caught the attention of their Arab prisoner, and the softening glow upon his expression hinted at evildoing. Imperceptibly slowly, he began to inch his way closer towards the Ukrainian guards.
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