R. Rosicky’s
in the USA!
By Kevin J. Curtis
Rock Rosicky was tough as nails.
He had disappeared in enemy territory during his third tour of duty in one of
the most dangerous places on Earth. There was little hope of his return now—some
14 days after he missed his extraction date.
Losing an operative such as Rock
was not unheard of, but it was also not something that Major Schlitz liked
dealing with. He knew Rocky personally and it was not only a huge loss to the Special
Forces unit, but also a deeply personal one. Sadly, Major Schlitz was
contemplating closing the entire project down and pulling all of his resources
and operations out of the country.
It wasn’t that he was too afraid
that Rock would talk if he was captured; or even that he had any really
critical information to give if he was broken during torture. It was more that
the whole project was now severely undermined and the idea that it was still a
secret to the enemy forces was both in jeopardy and in doubt.
As the major shredded the last
document, he reached for that bottle of local moonshine and was about to take a
bump off of it when he heard the crackle of the two-way radio coming from the
bottom of his desk drawer. Carefully removing the booby-trap before opening the
drawer containing the radio, he disabled the mine that had been rigged to
destroy both the radio and the person opening the drawer where it was kept.
He clicked on the microphone and
spoke.
“Cobra one to Dragon two, please repeat.”
“Dragon two to Cobra one, all is well but, destroy all traces and
abandon location. You have two hours to rendezvous for relocation.”
“Dragon two, can we extend the search, over?”
“Negative Cobra one, flee now. That is an order.”
“Roger, Dragon,” Major Schlitz replied sadly.
“Don’t worry Brent,” came an unexpected transmission.
“Repeat?”
Then the final transmission came
through; breaking all protocol and transmission codes. But it was worth it!
“R. Rosicky’s in the USA! R. Rosicky’s in the USA! R. Rosicky’s in the
USA! That’s all! Rock is in the USA!”
