Eddie's Journal, August 17th, 2000
Do you remember cruising when you were growing up. You'd pack your friends into the one car between you that worked and just go driving. Eventually that got old and you'd start playing games like Chinese Fire Drill. You'd come up to a stop light and everybody would jump out of the car and race around it until that light changed. Then you'd pile back in before heading to the next light. Wash, rinse, repeat. It would irritate the hell out of the drivers stuck behind you. You never make the light on time. In the end, there'd be a load of jocks driving Dad's Caddie. When you played Fire Drill, they'd get out and smack you around. Well, that's been today.
We had our first fire drill with Doc. Performed another one at the house. Ran down to the Judicial College where Leo and Moonie did a third. Got a hold of Adom's men and did a fourth right back a the College. Somewhere in there a couple of sleepy guards got their throats slit, some papers got lifted, and we pissed off this muscle head named Koko.
He came with a 2x4, an attitude and about a dozen guys toting everything from pistols and shotguns to AKs. He said some choice words about us and when Leo tried to step in and do the talking he yelled that he wasn't talking to anyone but that big bitch. Cap was already running high and just hit the roof. While he's yelling about his guards, she's telling him he ought to be thankful for showing him who his incompetents were. They almost ended up throwing down right in the middle of the street. Instead, we're 'invited' back to the College that night. Him and Cap, in the pit, until one or the other goes down.
Lt Adom is trying to tell her nie, nein, nyet, fucking no! Cap just tells Koko to be ready. She's going to kick his ass. The big guy laughs and leaves.
The Lt's mouth is running a mile a minute as he tells her to leave town. Nobody gets into the ring with Koko and leaves unbroken. Yes, they're supposed to be able to signal a surrender, unless it is a deathmatch, but that doesn't mean Koko can't break you skull, crush your throat, gouge out your eyes, rip your sack, snap your lower back or a myriad of other permanent injuries before you get that surrender out. Cap just tells him to have somebody he trusts take care of the house, cause she's going to show him. And we're not going to get left out.
We set guards at the house and over the vehicles. Cap got to work on her hand-to-hand. We're waiting.
Eddie's Journal, August 18th, predawn
Don't want to see that again. Cap went a full minute with Koko in one of the most brutal bare knuckle fights I've ever seen. I'm not writing this to rah-rah, but if they hadn't thrown a bunch of weapons down there on the 30 second mark, she might have wore him down. He was fast and visciously strong, but she kept gettting inside his guard, pushing him hard, and never stopping the attack.
She called it off after he switched to a weapon and got two rib splitting whacks in with a club, knocking her to the ground, she'd only got one shot in to his off arm in the same time. I thought we would have to pull our hold-outs cuz Koko boy didn't want to stop. He came to his senses before that, but I think it was close.
So he's doing a Rocky impersonation while the Cap pulled herself to her feet, She gave this bright, sunny smile and thanked him for the exercise. Held out a hand to shake. He shook himself once, didn't take her hand, and limped to his side of the pit to exit. Cap walked over, waved us off, and climbed out over her own power. She held it together until we closed ranks and got her to a sideroom. She cursed that son of a bitch up one side and down the other while Doc took care of stitching up her head and wrapping her ribs. Privately, I bet she'll be back to normal in one to two days. I know Doc's taking notes for the disertation.
They let us go, no problems, after the show. They cleaned us up for a tidy amount on bets and got a bit from the locals who really wanted to see Koko get thrashed. Blood money for two guards far as I'm concerned.
Leo told us that a man had come up during the fight and told him the Cap had an appointment at the river side train station ASAP. Cap and all the rest of us thought that mighty suspicious. We ended up going anyway. If they want to tangle with 5 heavily armed, pissed off Amerikanskis that's their business.
No worries, instead it is our good friend George. He's got some work for us. I can't write up the details right now because, like every word out of George's mouth, it has to be vetted for operational security. Cap tore him a strip off of him for the mushroom game. GRU and KGB in Krakow hunting for the box and you're only telling us now! George had the decency to look chagrined. It's his bosses fault. Which got him another strip torn off cuz his boss isn't here and his ass isn't in the blast zone.
She told him we'd do it, but he needs to fork over more details before anything actual happens. We turned and left him sputtering in the dark.
At least Adom's friends in the 3rd regiment didn't let the house burn down.
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