''Hey", Rosco called out as he pulled up in this old, beat up, green camouflaged truck. ''Want to come with me to the village?"
''Sure, what's in the village?" Doc asked.
"A mission."
Doc paused. "What kind of mission would take us to the village?"
Rosco smiled wryly. "I'll tell you in the truck, Rookie."
Doc climbed in and the truck rolled out of the camp. It had rained the night before and the roads were still a bit muddy.
''So," Doc finally asked. ''You going to tell me?"
''We're decoys; trying to weed out unfriendly villagers." replied Rosco.
Great, Doc thought. Live bait.
As they approached the village Doc was reminded that he wasn't home. The foreign shops and signs made an impression never to be forgotten.
Doc almost did not remember what he was doing there. Rosco's voice pulled him back to reality.
''We've got company."
Doc strained to see what Rosco was looking at in his mirror. Two Vietnamese men on scooters pulled up behind the truck. One looked as if he pulled something off his belt. He tossed something towards the truck!
''Bail!" shouted Rosco.
''What?" Doc questioned, but Rosco had gone. Something clattered around in the back of the truck. He quickly opened his own door and fell face first in the mud.
The truck rolled on for a few feet then exploded in a ball of flame. Machine gun fire rang out and shortly both scooters lost their riders.
Doc lay still until a large hand pulled him upright. "You OK Doc?”
Posted by Michael at January 13, 2005 07:51 PM