*Few years later, The Danish army with Skipper got many victory in the battle of New World... he never thought he will be there to celebrate the victory knowing if his past really un-supported... that was changed his life. But time kwa time, Skipper started to forget his old best friend, Manfredi Ivan and Johnson Davis and all of them finally united again in one mission... but everything wewe took in the morning must be back in the night. But then, un-strange man will bring Skipper's relativity died one kwa one... his bestfriends, his teacher, his leader... soon. And his past will be back once again in lonely and silent... Skipper will flee from it's dark past as the murderer and choose between his father's side au the right side... not knowing if it will be back in future... and haunt him everytime...


“The Retaken Victory”
Grandview, Vancouver
14:30 PM: Light winds: November 30, 2002
Msg. Skipper Joseph Fidelis

We’ve Lost 7 of our brother and sister in arm, but out sacrifice wasn’t in vain. We’ve got many victories on the American’s soil. At the first, we thought that Seattle and Vancouver was our most difficult target to capture. But contrariwise it was the easiest, we’ve build a nice negotiation with local partisan and together we march for the Global Conquest. And after 5 months on the battlefield, I found a guy that really amazes me. His name was Hans (The original name was Hanz but we prefer called him Hans), I didn’t know his full name but he just told me his name was Hans. He was the only one puffin in our line, he was anti social, solitary but that was not mean he was the only weak in our line. His skills to use sniper bunduki and hand to hand combat were impressive, he use both of them same as our Major and Lieutenants did. Personally, I still learn how to do that and if I can, I won’t to practice it directly on the battlefield. The risk may be very high on the open field, which was why I gave him two thumbs up.

In this midday, I got a call from Major Skjern. He called me to his new HQ at El Paso (This time not a small pit, it was very large and looks like Hangar), he alisema that he called me not for another missions. Major Skjern asked me to gather with another army that had been called. So I gathered at Seattle and found that Manfredi and Johnson were called too, long time I didn’t spoke with them, I knew we were on different squad each other. Manfredi placed on Armored Division (He drove a P3NGUIN Tank), Johnson placed on Artillery team (He and his team support us in the battlefield kwa his 88mm flak gun), and me in Assault Division. Manfredi, Johnson and I were a good friend in a past, but there was no sound, laughs au voices during the trip to El Paso, It was quiet at all. Perhaps both of them got a new friend on both squad, Manfredi with another Tank Squadron and Johnson with another Artillery team, but for me I didn’t have any friend. My friend were died in front line in the invasion of Portland (well there was a big war). Some of my friend got a medal of honor in their grave stone, and few of them survived and become amputees (Few of them Lost their feet, but most of them Lost their life). So I’m the only one Assault Infantry who took a part from the first Manhattan battle. After a long silent trip, we’ve arrived to the new HQ. The ghalani was modified and it doesn’t looks like a ghalani anymore, it just looks like Hangar (Well, have I told it before?).

“Welcome back, old friend…” Major Skjern alisema from the main door, he already waiting there (maybe) “Did wewe enjoy a trip? I guess no”

“Yes…” Manfredi nodded his head. Now he wore a brown beret on his head “You’re true…”

“Yes of course, wewe were divided into different squads. But I can assure you, wewe will be in good conversation in the plane on the trip to Denmark…” Major Skjern alisema and suddenly I remember about a lot of face debate…

“Denmark?? Why we will send there? Is the conquest of America already finished? So we ordered to back to fatherland?” Johnson alisema but he hadn’t any beret yet… he still used a helmet

“Of course not, if it is finished I would like to call all over the Expeditionary army… and that’s not good for my HQ capacity knowing we have zaidi than 2,3 million expeditionary armies” Major Skjern explained “You will send back as the request of Captain Travor… He needs your help”

“Okay, who’s he…” I asked “I’ve met so many Captains, Major sand Lieutenants before. But I don’t remember the name of Travor on my Missions list.”

“Skipper, shut up…” Johnson alisema “You don’t need to know who your general is if he’s in need”

“You’re right Lieutenant…” Johnson just promoted to be Lt Last week “But Captain Travor is the only one called ‘Sergeant’ when wewe were trapped in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil…”

WHAT??? So the real name of Sergeant was Travor. Well, good name for old one…

“Wow, he’s Sergeant. Our leader when we’re still a little birdie…” Manfredi alisema “Oh God, how could I be so cruel kwa forget him!”

“Now, it was right for all of wewe as his student to choose when wewe will send there…” Major Skjern gave us a chance to choose when the time we will aboard to went to Denmark today.

“Skipper, Manfredi…” Johnson tried to speak something “Are wewe thinking what I’m thinking…”

“I think so, Johny…” Manfredi alisema and all of us spoke together, in one time and at ONCE “NOW AND AT ONCE!!!”

“Good boy. Lt. Manfredi, Lt. Johnson, Go to the hangar and alisema to the Hangar officer it’s the order from the Major Skjern to provide the privateer cargo plane for all of you, GO!!” Major Skjern said

“Come Fredie, let’s roll!!” Johnson said

“Okay… okay I’m rolling…” Manfredi alisema but he was not rolled as Johnson did, he just walked as usual. Well, at least there was no one rolled as I imagine… wewe know, like a snowball

“Msg. Skipper stays here…” Well, what’s next? wewe want to gave me a pond full of catfishes (I would like to swim in there, trust me… but I must prepare the ambulance, magari ya wagonjwa first because everyone know if those catfish are armed with shocking weapon)

And suddenly, Johnson came back to main room and whispered to me“He will torture wewe cause kwa your question… prepare the gravestone, Skippy!! *Slide back to hangar*” Wait!!! Don’t run wewe Johny atheist… ARRGGHHH, maybe I shouldn’t be racist like that

“Skipper…” He took the rapier sword in his belt, a really shiny iron sword. I know he washed it every day. It looked rusty; the shiny part was just in the handle not in the blade “I would like to give it to you…” Hhmm, a rusty blade? But what for? For new chajio, chakula cha jioni fork?

“What is it?” I just asked to Major Skjern what it is.

“Congrats Skipper, now wewe promoted as the Chancellor of Denmark, the new leader of Fidelis after the Fidelis itself!” WHAT?? I?? CHANCELLOR?? No, I’m must be dreaming (but my dream often didn’t weird ….. and my this moment was … okay, not too weird…)

“Well, the Master Sergeant Chancellor… is this normal for Fidelis Order?”

“No zaidi Msg. Skipper Joseph Fidelis…” Major Skjern continues with higher sounds “But now, the people shall know wewe as the Lt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis…” Woohoo!!!! Now, I’m ready to wore a beret…

“Back to Fatherland”
Bermuda Triangle, Atlantic Ocean
23:13 PM: Heavy Rain: 31 November 2002
Lt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis

Sh*t, Major Skjern didn’t allowed me to use the beret yet. He alisema that the rank wasn’t the problem; he just alisema that there was no beret for my head style (Well, I think that’s very sarcasm). 2313 hours, we were above the Bermuda Triangle. I heard many things about this area before, from Leonov, Sergeant au even from Major. They alisema a lot of this, such as UFO, ghost ship, hidden Mammals military dock and big tornado that could destroy anything far au nearby, on the sky au on the sea, life au dead and old au young.

“Well, this is it! It’s Bermuda…” I alisema “Where’s alien flying plate? I want to shot his big serpents head”

“Those myths are totally wrong, wewe can see it’s just a light storm” Johnson alisema and well, we were in storm “UFO base is hidden in Finland ground. There are incubated there, somewhere underground the village. Waiting to rise and conquer the earth once more”

“Well, they’re quite late. We recently do that isn’t it?” I said

“So Johny, wewe believe with Alien…” Manfredi alisema “What’s the prove… there’s no witness that we can take a trust”

“How if I alisema the witness for this base was our Sergeant...” That was shocking me!! “On the GW1, exactly when our leader such as Leonov and Skjern were Privateer. They were found the secret bases somewhere underground in Finland; we use their spaceship technology so we can advance zaidi in this Great War II… so wewe should give your thank to them”

“You can’t lie to me, brother…” Manfredi alisema “I already have a faith…”

“Whatever wewe said…”

We were in good conversation and dialogue on that time; even we got a large storm there. We talked about a lot topic and sped a lot of hours but we must sleep, in order to prepare to step up back to the Fatherland… hope Sergeant proud of our effort in Battle… and hope Sergeant gave me at least a beret.

“Company of best friend”
Ebsjerk Dock, Denmark
07:34 AM: Light Snow: December 1, 2002
Lt. Manfredi Ivanovich Patrenko

Well, here we are. We’ve made it. The last night was so hard; we fought against the heavy storm on the East Bermuda. But here, we will fight against our homesick for Sergeant old dome. We slide through the road, forest and hill. But we almost (or maybe already) had forgotten where the Sergeant dome placed. We walked randomly ‘til we found the old man cleaned up the snow in front of his small cave, he ware a peasant tunic, he seems like Sergeant but in old version. Well, it was not wrong to ask the old man about the famous Great War I veteran, sniper, leader and teacher.

“Good day, sir…” I greeted him

“Aye… Good siku too *cough*” He replied it “May I helped you, young soldier…”

“We looking for the dome that owned kwa Captain Taylor…” I alisema “He was a veteran from Great War I, do wewe know where it is…”

This old man silent for a moment and he decide to invited us to enter his dome first. “Why wewe don’t rest here first, wewe looked *cough* tired boys… *cough*” Well, okay…

And then Skipper, Johny and I sat on the old sofa. It was very dirty and dusty. Well, I hope God gave me strength to this old man. I respected him. Well, this cave was similar when I slept and rest before I trained at Ars Barrack. I remembered that every Friday and Saturday, I, Johny and Skippy always cleaned Sergeant’s dome, and I often ordered to clean the toilet while the other just sweep the floor and clean sofas. But all of them are past, now I’m ready to draw my future…

“What do wewe want to drink, chai au coffee?” The old man asked to us…

“Well, I better drink chai first” I alisema when he released his beret.

“And I coffee!” Johny yelled

“I better drink coffee with a samaki in it… if wewe have a catfish, just add it…” well that was weird order “What… is it wrong…” Skipper said

“Okay, here *cough* wewe go…” He put his flipper in his pocket he started to release it…. kwa a punch… and the worst the ngumi, punch was hit on ME! As the reaction, Skipper and Johny stand up and aim their hand weapon to this old man. What’s it? That was Skipper who gave the weird order, is that any law that prevents us to drink a tea?

“Are wewe crazy? This is your guest! wewe invited him and wewe punched him?…” Skipper said

“Stop talking Skippy!” Johny threw his luger (hand gun) and prepared his automatic-rifle.

“Well, Young Penguin. wewe were *cough* not under my invitation but your destination is here…” I afraid that he wanted to say *it’s your grave*. The situation still remain tense, Johny and Skipper still aim their weapon, well the old man tried to defend himself kwa took his safety blade “Get down lads, I’m armed*cough*”

“LOL, FLAMING BIRDIE. wewe going to be crazier, everyone knows if the guns are faster than melee?” Skipper alisema

“Bullet wewe mean*cough*?” the old man said

“Whatever it’s similar!” Skipper replied

“What if I tell wewe if *cough* my name is Captain Mc. Taylor?” WHAT??? “HHmmm??? The Famous veteran of GW1… that aimed kwa his student”

Suddenly we dropped our weapon, Skipper dropped his crossbow, I dropped my hand gun and Johny threw his rifle… but sadly, it was hit to Sergeant’s Forehead…

“Funny heh?….” That made the situation even worse, then I knew what’s the meaning of ‘the bunduki never solve all problem’ quote“As a punishment to forget your old general, command him as your servant, aim weapon at him and threw bunduki at him. I command you!” Sergeant pointed his flipper to Johnson “… Clean up the karakana and warehouse, MOVE!”

“Co… copy that…“ Johny ran in hurry without pick up the ufagio and mop…

“Lt. Fredie, wewe clean up *cough* my kitchen…” Well, that was not bad at all… it’s better than toilet

“Ohh God, thank you!!!” I ran as Johny did, but I brought the ufagio and mop too. I ran quickly make sure there was no any order left. But before went to kitchen, I peeked Skipper left behind. I wanted to see which room that aliyopewa to him.

“Lt. *cough* Skipper Joseph Fidelis…” Sergeant alisema with lower voices, I didn’t see he was angry. Perhaps he was going to be calmer. “COME ON LADS!!” He opened both of his flippers just like he wanted to embrace Skipper.

“What...” Skipper looked confused, yes he always complain about Sergeant’s words that always confuse him “You want a hug?”

“Of course, lad. Come to me *cough*!!!” Sergeant suddenly hugged at Skipper, I saw Skipper face become redder. Don’t tell me if Skipper thought that Sergeant was a g*y.

“WHAT THE FISH… Sergeant I knew wewe yearned to all of your students…” Skipper alisema when he pushed Sergeant gently “… Ohh I know, it must be cause kwa Johnson rifle. That must hurt your… brain…” Well, that’s reasonable explanation I thing…

“I wear a kofia, chapeo *cough*, lad, and I’m not a g*y… I have heard from my friend *cough*Dimitri Leonov that you’ve been promoted as the inayofuata Fidelis…*cough* well, he was heard it from Skjern too”

“Well, okay then…” Skipper replied simply

“Anyway, I have a mission for *cough* all of you. That’s why I called wewe here…” Sergeant alisema while he took a paper from his pocket “You will send to Manila, Philippine, and Nearby Equator. *cough* wewe will not send there for the inayofuata invasion, but wewe *cough* will free one of the prisoners”

“Well that will be a long journey… but kwa the way, wewe looks ill, Sergeant. How wewe can take a part on our mission as the leader…” Skipper said

“Good Question. My body is going to be weak, can wewe see it…” Skipper nodded his head “I can’t lead all of wewe for now, you’re not a child anymore. So I will give my team to you, right on your command…” WHAT?? Well, I will have a new commander and he was younger than both of Johny and me.

“Thank you, Captain…” That was a first time Skipper called him Captain.

“Listen carefully, lad. This is your key to your main objective, when wewe entering the control room, open the number with number on this paper…” Sergeant gave Skipper a paper with 18 sign on it. “Now go now and at once, MOVE! Called your new team…”

“Right away sir…” Skipper leaved the room immediately; he picked up his crossbow and ammo first. But before leaving the room, Sergeant called him back.

“Skipper…” Sergeant halted him

“Yes…” Skipper said

“Don’t do anything stupid…” Sergeant alisema “I heard from Major Skjern wewe ever threw a grenade and explode to yourself”

“WHAT?? hujambo the Grenade hit the mti and it bounced back to me… that was not my fault…” Skipper alisema but Sergeant seems didn’t care about “I just do it once… instead I ever threw a flashbang to whole of the invasion wave…”

“Enough for grenade-stuff!. Go… prepare yourself!” Sergeant said


“Operation: Game Night”
Manila, Philippines
08:10 AM: Light wind: December 3, 2002
Lt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis


“Have wewe heard the Normans have back to his homeland?” Johnson said

“Who’s he?” I alisema “One of your Artillery buddy?”

“Yes…” Johnson alisema “Lucky Lucy…”

“Lucky Lucy? That Lucky Lucy Lost his arm…” Manfredi alisema “I ever saw his corpse…”

“Well at least he may out from this bloody campaign…” Johnson said

Oh sorry, we were travelled to Equator kwa Cargo plane. We had been send from Denmark from Night, 32 December 2002. We have got a journey through the Asia continent last midday, but we can’t see the Russian ground. The thick fog and the woods make us prefer saw the sky than the ground, anyway they were still hostile since Great War I. Johnson drove the plane as the Pilot and Manfredi as the co-pilot, and for me, I hold the machinegun on the door for safety. Captain (Sergeant) Taylor alisema that we would arrive to Manila at least in 0929 hours, but the time shows 0815 and we’ve arrived there. Manfredi and Johnson back from the pilot kiti, kiti cha back to weapon case. Most of us use Sniper bunduki unless me, for this time I didn’t used my crossbow. For this mission, I prefer do the long range combat. After we estimate from Sergeant’s clues, we have found that building just looks like Animal control but bigger, looks like a jail but smaller.

“Hey Skippy, Where’s Sergeant? He doesn’t jiunge this mission. He usually led us” Johnson asked

“He alisema that he’s feel sick, perhaps he’s being older. Anyway, he looks pallid on his HQ” I said

“So, who’s the leader? Are we going without the leader…?” Johnson asked again

“Heheh…” I chuckled, I’ve guess what reaction he will shows “Don’t worry. I have promoted to be the leader for this Mission”

“WHAT?” I have guessed that “It’s terrible. I’m older and I’m professional. Skippy, wewe should remember I’m your senior!”

“Well, maybe that’s cause kwa FF…” I said

“What’s FF, French fries?” Johnson said

“No, it’s Face Factor…” I alisema “Who’s one did he choose describe our face better than yours…”
“Damn…”

“Enough for face, let’s go!” I said

At the first, we wanted to enter the building through the main door. Johnson was a hacker, so he used his skill to unlock the digital padlock. But when he did that, Manfredi shows me the better way than hack…

“Hey Johny…” Manfredi alisema “I’ve found something that your hacker skill can’t do this. I’ve found the dog door…”

“Well, good eyes. Let’s slide!” I alisema and we were slide entering the room

“Well Johnson, perhaps it’s not your lucky day…” Johnson jibed at himself

When we arrived at the main hall, I and Manfredi checked the room corners first before entering the room. After looked with my binocular, I realize that we were being spied kwa CCTV. I thought from a moment to think what decision will I decide.

“Manfredi, don’t run out there…” I halted Manfredi that almost entered the room
“I’m not run, I’m slide…” Manfredi said

“Whatever…” I said, okay back to the topic “Manfredi, throw smoke grenade first to make smoke screen in order to blind our mechanize spies…”

“Right away…” Manfredi threw his smoke bomb and waited it to fill fully. After it looks thickly we continued our slide and broke the CCTV kwa our bunduki kwa the covering of our smoke. We slide through the tunnel, after crouch through the funnel finally we arrived at …. Toilet? Well, we turned around and back to tunnel. We peeked through the small air ventilate, we saw so many (unarmed) guard in the quarantine room. But today, the guard isn’t the army but the dogs. Well, it was easy to beat them with our long range sniper rifle. I and Johnson took our Sniper bunduki and shoot the sleeping arrow to the biggest one; well that was looks like leader. And then I pulled my trigger and shot the bigger one with my anesthetic arrow. The bigger one started to walked totter. After few second, he finally fell down and as the response, the smaller mbwa infested him.

“I got one; it’s time to down boys!” I alisema “Go go go!!”

We downed from the tunnel through ventilate. We slide softly known it was a good chance to songesha stealthily from back. Most of small mbwa still infested the bigger and they probably didn’t saw us. Unfortunately, few mbwa heard our belly sound (perhaps it cause kwa sliding on the floor au we were hungry) and they called some of their friend to chase us.

“We go tailed Skipper…” Manfredi alisema “What will we do now?”

“There’s too many of them…” Johnson alisema “We can’t hit them kwa slide!”

“Maneuvers, ROOLS!” I said

We did all maneuvers to make them fall one kwa one, so our percentage of survive will arise percent kwa percent. Knowing if their numbers will exhaust time kwa time, the mbwa seems like performed the inayofuata plan. They stopped in the middle of the way and press the red button just like an emergency button. I didn’t care whatever they did there; I continue my slide as fast as I can same as Johnson and Manfredi did. After some meter sliding on the floor and they were not sight of Dog behind, we slow down our slide’s speed and took a rest for a minute.

“WE MADE IT, WE MADE IT!!!” samaki COFFEE! I never heard Manfredi yelled just liked that one “GOOD PLAN SKIPPER, I OWE wewe ONE!”

Well, it seems like there was nothing to worry about. We made our slide slower; we need some energy in inayofuata action too isn’t it? … After some dakika (20 minutes, 1200 sekunde full) we slide on the floor, at last we’ve found the control room. It was placed in the central of the buildings and the way to this room was just like a labyrinth. CATFISH’S MOUSTACHE, that was the worst building structure that I ever saw.

“Well that was a lot of luck… well done boys…” I stand up in front of the door and breathe first, I got too many sweat after the pursuit from the dogs. “Johnson! Hack the digital padlock to open the door now!”

“Well, whatever wewe say Skippy” Johnson said

It took few dakika to hack the digital pad lock. Johnson seems puzzled with the cable and the wires, yes of course the wires was too colorful, just like a upinde wa mvua cake and I know if Johnson never like the upinde wa mvua cake (He’s conspiracies, he believe that sweet foods were come from Roswell Alien). After few dakika waiting for Johnson works, I heard strange sounds. Well Manfredi seems to be heard it too… Just like a sound of plane…. No, no! A lot of plane!!!

“Skipper, listen…” Manfredi alisema while he reloaded his sniper rifle.

“I know… Manfredi, hold steady” I said. Manfredi kept his sniper scope in his sight.

The sounds become louder and louder and the shock vibration made everything worse… well, the neon lamp started to light up the red colored light as sign of danger alarm… that was also make everything worse…

I turned back my head to Johnson and alisema “You better do faster, Johnson!”

“I do my best, Skippy!” Johnson replied simply

The sounds started to blow just like a bomb, and the shock felt like an earthquake. The shock wave jarred the floor and the wall, but it can’t jar my flippers and feet from this position. I took my grenade and put it in my grenade launcher. After waiting for whatever monster will we faced, we faced the horde of FLYING PIRANHAS. Is it dreamed au I’m in hallucination, the piranha doesn’t fly…. Oh crap, maybe I shouldn’t train my imagination just like what Sergeant asked to me, wewe see… now my nightmare flied towards me. They were quite fast with sharp teeth; they were all red and very different from the original that usually colored silver gray. I tried to shot them one kwa one with my grenade launcher and through my sniper scope. I realize if the piranhas was the bunch of robot and not the real one when I aimed them with my Sniper’s scope...

“They’re able to explode Skipper, look at them!” Manfredi alisema and I looked at them carefully… well there was no…. wait, they armed with time grenade! They would explode in a dakika au lesser!!

“It’s done!!! We’re off!!” That’s it; finally wewe finished your works Johny. But this was not a good time for admire him; it was time to get in to the room as fast as possible. I and Johnson slide to get in to the control room. But wait, Manfredi left behind!!! After I turned my head, I found he was still shooting the piranhas one kwa one with his sniper rifle.

“Manfredi, get out from there! We’re leaving!!!” Manfredi can’t stayed there forever even for a minute, 60 sekunde full. The piranhas would blow him to pieces

“I will hold them as long as I can… Get to the control room!” Manfredi alisema “There’s too many of them. wewe go first, I follow!”

“Fredie, wewe can’t follow us! wewe will die; wewe can’t beat them all alone!” Johnson alisema “And I can’t assist wewe in this time anyway!” Uuhhmmm… wewe never assist him in anytime, Johnson…

“Go away!! Close the door! if some of them explode, that will blow all of them, the blast chain!!” Manfredi alisema “Get Inside au these Piranhas will blow wewe to pieces!”

“That’s not funny! Get inside NOW!! That’s an order!” I shouted

The piranhas getting closer and closer, it seems like there was no hopes for Manfredi to ran au slide. I should have to know, I didn’t need gave Manfredi some fried piranhas last night, maybe he wanted to eat that again this time.

“Sacrifice one to full fill more…” Manfredi mumbled “I will sacrifice my life for both of my best friend…”

“MANFREDI, NO!!!!!” Johnson shouted “GET INSIDE!!!!”

The piranhas was too much close from Manfredi, one of them already hit Manfredi back. And the other left behind waiting for their inayofuata turn to hit another part of Manfredi… I hope no one hit his very special part, wewe know what… his head. I know what wewe are thinking about…

“MANFREDI!!!!” I and Johnson shouted “LOOK OUT!!!”

“Good bye…”…… and in the moment of his dead, he finally threw his sniper bunduki back…

*BBLLAAAAMMMM

We closed the door immediately after we heard blast sounds. The explosion sounds louder and louder and the ukuta shocked kwa the explosion, But we didn’t hear any scream au shout from Manfredi. The explosion occurs at least 3 minute, perhaps 180 second, of course there was too many of flying bomber. The explosion sound tragically and sounds sustainable. Well, that was our worst 3 minute. After the explosion gone, I wanted to see Manfredi condition. But my flipper trembled, I can’t open the door. I was too afraid to see my friend died tragically, well that was my first afraid since first arrived to Denmark sea. I looked at Johnson, his tears started to fill down, I know if he was his good friend au even the only one good friend. I ever heard that Manfredi and Johnson was a friend from their childhood, Sergeant’s training, and Europe-America campaign and until now. So it was not wrong to cry for the best friend for life.

“Manfredi, wewe MORRON!!!...” Johnson shouted while he cried… but not crazily

“Johnson, I know it was hard to face but…” before I finished all of my words, Johnson already walked straight to the control panel in the corner of this room. Well, I thought he was in great sad…

“Manfredi asked us to finish this mission perfectly, he sacrificed his soul for that…” Johnson alisema even he don’t believe in soul “So don’t waste any time to cry, don’t make his sacrifice in vain…” hujambo I’m not cry, wewe cried!

We walked to the control panel and climb it to access the control board. The panel was not too complicated; there was a button to access the door. Just clicked what number in the clue paper and your mission accomplished (I hope It will be simple as I guess)

“What the code?” Johnson alisema when his flippers were ready on the access panel.

“It’s 18…” I said

Johnson clicked the button with 18 sign on it. wewe see, it was easy at the end, but I still remembered the middle… After few sekunde looking for 18th cage, we found the cage and it was already opened… We found the penguin, auk with quite fat body, tall, a Mohawk and…

“AWWKKS9q1!E#AarGr(@!#Ewkkqq@!#AagHk” He alisema weirdly... What’re wewe talking about… I’m not understood? Are wewe talking with Swahili language?

“What?” Johnson alisema “Are wewe sure this is the one who wanted kwa Sergeant?”

“Yes…” I alisema “Who is else? This owner of this cage is only… this guy”

“But Sergeant…” Johnson words just cut kwa the familiar sound again, the exploding sound

“Just take it; this place is going to blow!” I said

“Yes Skippy!” Johnson and I lead this penguin, auk to the corner of the room. We had no idea how to escape from here. I searched for something to use so we could crashed the ukuta to create a hole. We had no Tank au Artillery support this time, so we must use the alternative strategy!

“Skippy, look at that! the moto extinguisher!” Johnson said

“You wanted to kill the moto explode with one moto extinguisher?…”I alisema

“No, we can use it to escape through that glass window!” Hey, that was not bad idea I think.

The shockwave became greater and the sounds became louder too. We modified this moto extinguisher so it would able to launch like a rocket! It just looks like what Lt. Leonov teaches me how to modify a bottle of champagne to be a rocket.

“Prepare for launching in 3 seconds!!” Johnson alisema “3…”

“That’s too long, just pull the champagne lid!” And I pulled it before Johnson did “Firing ROCKET!!!!”

*BBLLUUSSSZZZZ
“Woohoo!!! That was Fidelis style, baby!!!” I alisema but I didn’t smile at all on that time… so do Johnson. Well, I hope wewe know the reason.

“Wait, where’s that guy?” Johnson asked

“What guy… WAIT, HE’S NOT HERE!!!!” WHAT, NO… NO IT MUST NOT BE HAPPEN!!!

“AAKKKHHHHH!!” Well, that’s voices cound familiar… wait, that’s a guy. The rope enlaced his feet, well at least he was with us and the rope still attached on champagne neck. Few dakika again, I thought that it was not good to treat our client like that. So I pulled the rope to lift him up… From the distance we saw the animal control explode and it was just looks like fireworks, but sadly these fireworks turned on moto when we were not in good mood.

“Jeg er sikker på du er i et bedre sted, Manfredi…” Johnson alisema with his Danish words.

We just quiet for a moment. Without Manfredi, Johnson and I just like a strange man that send to mercenary mission. Because Manfredi were friendly to me and Johnson and I’m not as good as there was still manfredi to talk with Johnson.

“Who’s your name…” I tried to ask this guy…

“RRIIICCCC….!!!” He shouted

“Rick?” I said

“CCOOO!!!!” He shouted again

“He wants Ricola, Skipper. Do wewe have some?” Johnson asked

“No, you?” I replied simply

“I just have a fisherman friend…” Johnson said

“I hate fisherman… and I’m not their friend…” That’s name remind me about the Antarctic massacre.

“RRIIICCCCOO!!!” Ooh, so that’s the name… Rico

Well, we still on the champagne. The only think I confused was we were launched too long on this champagne, wait I felt something different. It just like….

“AAAAAA” Johnson and Rico shouted knowing this champagne was fallen off.

“JOHNSON, TURN THE DIRECTION OF THE CHAMPAGNE TO THE RIGHT SO WE WOULD FALL TO WATER!!!” I ordered him to turn the direction of the champagne with me. Luckily, we survived…

“AAGGHHh…” I catch one breathe from this water “Johnson!! Rico!!” I called them; make sure they were still alive…

“We’re here Skippy…” WHAT, they were already on the ground… Aaggh, wewe all cheating on me


“Mission Accomplished…?”
Ebsjerk, Denmark
23:10 PM: Heavy wind: December 5, 2002
Lt. Johnson Davis

We’ve arrived here on Denmark. We’ve brought what Sergeant’s want. Sadly we came back to our homeland without Manfredi, yes last night became a quiet night once more. After we arrived at this Airport, we would continue our slide through the woods, with no light chanzo here. There was only moon and the nyota who guide us on this journey. Even so we brought the map; we can’t saw the road, the street, the marks, au the sign. Perhaps there was a thick fog blocked our way, slide kwa slide we took but there were only trees we met. Moreover we had met the same mti 3 times in 30 minutes.

“We’ve crossed this place three times, Skippy…” I alisema “Seems like we missed way”

“And…” Skipper said

“We need to rest Skipper…” Johnson alisema “Look at Rico’s feet, It’s became redder just like … flying piranhas…” Well that was remind me with something that I won’t to remind again…

“Well… flying piranhas…” Skipper continues his words “We’re elite forces… we’re fidelis. We must able to defy anything on anytime at anywhere. Even to defy death…”

“So wewe want to leave your VIP…?” I said…

“What?!” Skipper alisema when I appointed to fallen Rico… perhaps he was too tired, well pretty tired

“Okay, we arrest here…” Skipper said

We had a night here. Rico (VIP) slept well and snoring as well. But Skipper wasn’t mumbled in his sleep tonight, I didn’t know he was already slept au what… But if he didn’t, that must be Manfredi. I hope he didn’t thought about Manfredi’s 4 penny that he was borrowed 2 days ago, and I didn’t saw him reinstated it until Manfredi’s death. Okay, it was not good to hope Manfredi life again. That would be scary and Manfredi was in the better place right now… if there’s any…

“The only one Puffin”
Ars Plain, Denmark
05:24 AM: Cloudy and Foggy: December 6, 2002
Lt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis

The fog still filled in this Denmark air and the chill still freezing the bone, that was prevent everyone to wake up that morning. I woke up first before Johnson and Rico. At the first, I wanted to go the river to pee this morning, the usual ritual every morning. But when I came to the river and make sure there was no one saw me, I heard footstep from the bushes. I tried to look around the bushes but I saw nothing and the footstep still filled my ears. I tried to walk to the kichaka and check it for the pee spies but there was no one behind. Well, I felt there was nothing to scare about, back to morning ritual…

“WWHHHOOOAAA!!!” Two kind of different birds surprised me from behind; they were stubbed kwa a rock and fell…

“WHAT… SON OF A BEAST!! WHAT’S THAT!!!?” I zipped my pants as quick as I can,… hujambo I didn’t ware it. So what’s being zipped kwa me? Ooohh, that was quite freak me out “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE wewe DOING HERE! COULD wewe SEE I’M…? Well, did wewe see anything from me?”

“No, we just look for something…” The penguin, auk one said. He was tall, thin and didn’t looks like pee spy…

“What’s happen, Skippy…?” Wow, sorry Johnson. I woke wewe up…

“I just meet two strangers here, spying my personal ritual…” I alisema “What’re wewe looking for?”

“We are looking for anyone who destroys the Animal Control in Philippines…” The puffin said

These guys were compromising me; I set up my fighting stance. So do Johnson…

“What’s your business!!!?” I asked to him.

“The Animal control incident is a hot new recently; they would declare war to anyone who does that. Their first approximation is Terrorist team…” The tall penguin, auk alisema while he uandishi on his board.

“Are wewe a spy?” I said

“I’m scholar and this puffin is soldier…” The penguin, auk said

“Don’t trust him, Skippy…” Johnson threw me my sniper bunduki “He lied”

“WHAT? How wewe conclude that?” The penguin, auk said

“There’s no spy speaks honestly…” Johnson said

“So why this flat head asked us?” The puffin said. Well this puffin tried to lose his wing…

I grab his thin wings and pulled it closer to me, don’t think we were a gay because it was a fighting technique. I slapped his head but he was dodging it and I tried to kick his belly but not success too. He blocked it and grabs my foot.

“Gotcha!!” The puffin alisema but it was not time to surrender. I used the left feet to kick his belly and my foot released.

“Wow, you’re quite strong…” The puffin alisema “What soldier are you? Assault Division?”

“It’s not time to praise me!!! Come on, do your best!!!” I tried to make him angry…

“As wewe wish…” He slapped and kicked me quickly and his movement almost invisible, but I’ve learnt how to blocked and dodge perfectly kwa Sergeant. I used the connection between my flipper and his wings and feet. After I thought about his fighting pattern, now I realize that it was just like …mine. So I knew how to broke it, I grab his wings when he slapped me kwa two direction and I hugs his neck’s backside and hit his big beak with my knee. After that he stopped his strike, but….

“AAWWW…” I shouted, my knee felt seriously pain “You didn’t tell me if your beak is hard! Aaww, my knee”

“Yes, because I know the weakness of my movement weakness…” What the…?? This puffin belittled me… “But wewe were good on your blocking skill, what’s that? The Connection?” That was also reminded me with Sergeant….. AARRRGGHH, Everything just…. AARRGGHH, Damn!!!

“Hey… hujambo it’s forest not boxing arena…” The tall penguin, auk said… “Let me introduce myself. My name is Kowalski Albert Kowalski. wewe can call me Kowalski. I’m scholar but ever promoted as soldier, placed on Mortar crew… And this is Hanz De Puffin; he was a soldier from Africa and America campaign. He held the Air Division and Defensive line of America” WHAT?? So he’s Hans. Well his face become worse than a last time I met him…

“Well, I’m Skipper Joseph Fidelis. I’m the Fidelis of Europe…” LOL, Their eyes suddenly bigger … bigger than their stomach, Haha… no I’m kidding… “I ever took a position in America campaign too… the Assault Trooper”

“Forgive me, Fidelis…” Hans said

“Well, we were looking for a quite large cave like a bunker for a night yesterday. It was a house for famous Veteran, Captain taylor. Do wewe know where it is?” Johnson said

“Cave?” Kowalski alisema “You mean that?”

OMG!!! The cave was already behind our sleeping camp, DAF*Q. The Fog prevents us to saw it clearly… Damn wewe fog!!

“Well…” I alisema “Thanks … a lot…”

We get inside the Sergeant cave, Kowalski and Hans still waiting outside… The last time I met Sergeant, he didn’t seems as sick as now. But now, he was lying on his kitanda mournful, he was pale and this cave was so dirty and dusty, I know he can’t clean it when he was heavily sick… his sick probably became worse…

“Sergeant…” I alisema “We’re back…”

“*cough**cough* wewe may enter lads…” Sergeant alisema husky

“You look not good this morning, Sergeant…” I alisema “Is anything going wrong?”

“Yes…” Sergeant alisema husky “*cough* my immune system grew weaker kwa the time, wewe see?” I just nodded my head

“You better rest a lot…” Johnson said

“Well, what do wewe see right now*cough*. Mhhmm?” Sergeant alisema husky “You got the client, lads?”

“Yes…” I alisema “Rico, come inside…” Rico made his step inside the cave with his psycho style…

“Skipper… comes here…” I get closer to Sergeant and … *SSLAAAPPP!!! “*cough* this is not the man*heavy cough*!!! Why wewe bring me a madman after I gave wewe my team as your first? *cough*”

“I’ve told wewe before, Skippy” Johnson whispered to my ear

“What? But I’ve inserted the number in your clue perfectly even we did it as fast as we can…” I said

“What code *cough* did wewe insert?” Sergeant said

“18…” I said

“WHAT???!! *cough* the code is 81; wewe read it on wrong position!!! *cough* wewe stupid!!” Sergeant said…. Well that was just a technical failure

The situation became silent for a moment…

“Where’s *cough* Manfredi?” Sergeant alisema “You didn’t leave him in Philippines isn’t it? *cough*”

“He’s dead… I know it was a bad news…” I alisema “We’re all sad, Sergeant…”

“How? *cough*” Sergeant asked

“The flying piranhas blown him and that were also caused the Animal Control building explodes to the pieces…” I said

“Speak clearly!! *cough* I don’t hear you!!” Sergeant shouted

“He was dead in the battlefield…” I alisema “I’m sorry Sergeant… that was my fault, i… I can’t be the good leader…”

“Your pardon can’t make my First student live again…” Sergeant alisema with clear voice “Apologize rejected…*Heavy cough**Heavy cough*”

“Did I hear someone coughed?” Kowalski alisema from outside

“Not now, Kowalski… the situation still heated up…”Johnson alisema even it was 32 Fahrenheit

“Oh *cough*, no… not problem” Sergeant alisema “*cough* Please come in…”

Kowalski get inside and sat on the dirty floor and leaved Hans stayed outside, well it was tragic right. Sergeant didn’t have a chair. He was a poor man even he was a famous veteran and the best friend of my father… that was the worst part of his veteran life I think…

“Wait a minute*cough* … Did we ever meet before?” Sergeant asked to Kowalski

“… Nope ….” Kowalski replied

“*cough* who’s your parents, lad?” Sergeant asked again

“I… I’m an Orphan…” Kowalski alisema “Maybe…”

“*cough* maybe?” Sergeant alisema “That’s weird…”

“Uumm Yes… some people alisema that I’ve a parents. My mother dead when I just a little birdie and my father leave me cause kwa conflict… Maybe because the Siege of Denmark during the end of GW1… Some people alisema that when my father leaved me, his rank was…” Kowalski said

“Sergeant…?” Sergeant cut Kowalski words

“… Well, how do wewe guess that...?” Kowalski alisema “I mean how wewe know that?”

“Wait, who’s the name…” Hhmm, Sergeant became zaidi serious kwa the time. He didn’t cough as the awali words.

“I don’t know…” Kowalski replied “But whoever he is… He was the friend of Flipper Joseph Fidelis…” WHAT?? That’s my father!!

“*cough* According to your statement…” Sergeant alisema “Your father is me… *cough*”

“W... WHAT?” Kowalski alisema “No… you’re joking right?”

“No, Lads…” Sergeant alisema “Joseph ever lead a team and his team consist of Skjern, Leonov, Me and Aurora… Skjern and Leonov doesn’t have a wife, they both haven’t married… And according to your father story, that’s the same story as mine…”

“….” Kowalski didn’t response anything… I didn’t know what was he thought, is he confused, sad au angry?

“I’m sorry, Son…” Sergeant alisema “I leave wewe alone on that time…”

Sergeant hugged Kowalski gently, but Kowalski didn’t hug him back. His face was awkward, he looks confuse au something looks like that…

“But… you’re so old. Very old than a particular penguin” Kowalski alisema “If I count it from my born mwaka and I count my father age on that time. So wewe must be….”

“…………*cough* that’s not a problem. You’ll know that stuffs soon…” Sergeant said
Well Kowalksi was successfully cool down the situation here. No, I meant the temperature down became 27 Fahrenheit. The Snow rain was about to come, well I better asked Sergeant to let Hans and Kowalski to stayed here for a night.


“Hello Manfredi… Good bye world…”
Ebsjerk, Denmark
04:12 AM: Heavy rain: December 7, 2002
Lt. Johnson Davis

As the usual, I woke up this morning at 03:10 AM. I had no idea what I did but after I washed my face from my sleepy feel, I started to pray to the God. I’m not the man of religion and I’m not the man of faith, I just wanted Manfredi happy. Yes, one of his big wishes was to lead me to the religion and release me from atheism. But of course, what I did this morning didn’t mean I’m not atheist and conspiracies anymore. After I prayed for the first time I tried to look at Sergeant, he was sicker than our last meeting. After I went there and realize if Sergeant breathe was very heavy and he just like dying. My moyo beat so fast and I tried to wake up Skipper too…

“Skipper!!...” That was the first time I called him Skipper “Wake up, Skipper!”

“OOAAHHMM…” Skipper yawned in front of me… he still looks sleepy“Hey Johnson, What’s up?”

“It’s about Sergeant” I said

“WHAT??” Well, that’s words make him fresher again “WHAT HAPPEN TO HIM?”

“He’s bad off…” I alisema “I woke up and prayed for Manfredi… and when I try to look at Sergeant, he was badly ill…”

“What’s… wait, Did wewe alisema wewe prayed?” Skipper asked “… Okay, it’s not time for debate. Now, what’s the status?”

“He’s looks dying…” I said… “Just follow me… and take a look…”

I slide from Skipper’s chamber to the Sergeant’s HQ where he usually sleeps… When I came to HQ, I found Kowalski was already inside …

“Sergeant…” I said… I stopped my words because I saw Kowalski kept his tears didn’t fell down. But I see it didn’t help him anymore. I could see what sad feeling he felt.

“Looks who’s coming… father” Kowalski said

I and Skipper entered the room with slow and easy steps…

“*cough*Skipper *cough* Johnson…” Sergeant alisema with huskier voice than yesterday…

“Captain Taylor…” Skipper gave Sergeant a salute and I did the same too… make sure if it was his last salute in his patriotic life…

“It’s *cough* a pleasure…” Sergeant alisema “*cough* for me…”

“…. I see…” I said

“Skipper *cough*, I just wanted wewe to forgive me… do you?” Sergeant alisema with husky voices.
“… Of course ….” Skipper said

“Skipper, wewe came with me as the naughty *cough*and dauntless boy, wewe also came with no power and no abilities*cough*. And now wewe showed me the opposite*cough*, now you’re Fidelis and you’re well trained as your father*cough*…” Sergeant said

“Thank you…” Skipper replied

“*cough* my life isn’t longer anymore *cough*…” Sergeant alisema “Johnson, Skipper… I ordered wewe to continue my struggle for *cough*the Fatherland*cough*…”

“What struggle...?” Kowalski said

“Following the red light *cough*and keep I stayed behind my shadow…*cough*” As the usual, Sergeant “wisdom” words always confusing “And keep your journey *cough*to the north and to the east…*cough*”

But the situation remains silent and quiet. What’s wrong, I have no idea what will I reply those “wisdom” words…

“Don’t be sad *cough*…” Sergeant alisema “Everyone just like a small child *cough* in front of his dead. *cough* whether they’re ready au not, they could not escape from the death itself”

“I’ll cure wewe from your sickness…” Kowalski alisema “You’ll health soon and wewe will stay alive… with us… with your armies… with the glory…”

“No, my time is coming…*cough*” Sergeant alisema “It has been written like a destiny”

“You choose your destiny, father. Not the opposite” Kowalski alisema

“Except for the death…” Sergeant replied and nobody wanted to break it…

……………………….
“Kowalski Albert Kowalski…” Skipper alisema “We need to talk!”

And then Kowalski followed Skipper to the backroom which I remained here to accompany Sergeant together with his ill.


“Hello Manfredi… Good bye world…”
Ebsjerk, Denmark
06:02 AM: Heavy rain: December 7, 2002
Lt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis

After I went to the backroom, I started talked with Kowalski personally…

“Did wewe hear what he said?” I asked to Kowalski

“…My time is coming?” Kowalski replied…

“No, the awali word…” I said

“*cough*…*cough*”

“It’s serous!!!” He started annoyed me!!!

“*cough*…”

SSLLAAPP… It was not time for joking (even I know if he wasn’t joking), so I slapped his cheek
“I don’t know! What do wewe mean? Which one?” Kowalski alisema with higher voices

“The re…” Before I finished all of my words, Johnson suddenly cut off my words and shouted in panic…

“He’s dying…” Johnson alisema and led us to enter the HQ room again…

I and Kowalski entered the room in hurry. I can’t believe if 2 of my relativity die in short time and both of them was two of everyone I loves. Sergeant was breathing heavily on that time; Kowalski set his ear on Sergeant’s chest to hear his father’s heartbeat. I did the same too and I heard Sergeant’s heartbeat became slower kwa the time. Until the end of his heartbeat, Sergeant took his last breath and finally closed his eyes in the banner of Fidelis.

“Goodbye, father…” Kowalski alisema “May wewe happy in the better world now…”

Kowalski became depressed and even zaidi lunatic than Rico’s. He ran out from the HQ kwa shouted as hard as his can. I and Johnson closed our ears and took cover behind the meza, jedwali and chair because a lot of glass things in the rooms were broken into the pieces. I followed him to the outside kwa brought my handgun too (I didn’t mean to shot him, It’s just for safety). He became crazier outside; he threw all of the table, vas, chair and everything he saw in his sight. Everything fell apart, NO, NOT CLEANING SERVICE again!!!

“HEY, THAT’S A RENT CHAIRS… AND ALSO THE VASSES…” I warned him but without my handgun “I haven’t pay for these!!!”

I have yelled to warn him but no response heard… without a wise calculation, I shot my handgun to him as the warning for those rent things, but I realize if I forgot to reload it… Knowing if I aimed my handgun to him, he showed me an anger face and continued sliding to the river… I threw my unused handgun and kept chased him from behind. Until Kowalski arrived at the river bank and he decided to stop. Well, why wewe don’t decide that earlier, Kowalski??

“What are wewe doing here…” Kowalski asked “Leave me…”

“I…” I tried to reply, I know it was hard for him to know his father dead after one siku he met his son again… “I know it was hard… and I know your feel, boy…”

“Oh yea?... Is that so well with your brain weather right now…?” Kowalski alisema at me right in front of my face with a high voice and his saliva squirted onto my face “Have wewe ever feel when wewe just met your father in only one day? au have wewe ever feel live alone? Haven’t you? I know wewe live in happy, royally, as the son of Fidelis…”

I tried to be zaidi patient for this one “Honestly… worst” I just alisema that…

“Lie!!! I know wewe Lied to me!!! wewe lied as good as Fidelis lied to his armies with shitty propagandas…” That’s… really… THROTTLE ME!!!

I SLAPPED HIM AS HARD AS I CAN “LISTEN TO ME BOYS, I NEVER SEEN MY MOTHER EVEN FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I HAVEN’T ANY FRIEND, I WAS THE FOOLISH BOYS, I WAS THE UGLIEST BOYS WHEN I WAS IN ANTARTICA…” Well, according to his face I think he believed me (especially in “I WAS THE UGLIEST BOYS”… no, it’s not funny) “AND I EVER HAVE A FRIEND… A REALLY GOOD FRIEND… MANFREDI AND JOHNSON, FEW DAYS AGO… MANFREDI DIE… BECAUSE HE…” I didn’t want to continued it more, even Kowalski will kept listening to me (but sadly, he was not too much)

“… Well, I’m sorry…” Kowalski alisema “I’m sorry, Fidelis…”

“… I just want to tell you…” I continue with lower voices “… If you’re not alone anymore…”

After that dialogue, one of us dares to spoke again. I just realized if there were any people who have similar destiny for me, even it was easier au zaidi difficult. I wish I met another one so I can share mine and so do theirs…

“Sergeant’s struggle…” Suddenly those words passed my mind, and I think twice for this “He alisema that he had a struggle to the north and to the east…”

“Uh… huh?” Kowalski nodded his head

“Let’s go there!!!...” I ordered him… “Go, tell Johnson we have sudden mission…”

“O…” sounds like Kowalski wanted to accept my order but before all done

*CCTTTAARRRRRHHHH* the huge lightings stormed to the ground with a heavier rain followed it…

“Sergeant ordered us to stay…” I alisema “We better rest first… Kowalski follow me, I’ll lead wewe to your bedroom”........