The following covert operation may or may not describe actual events. Places, names, timelines and other details may have been modified, omitted or added in part or as a whole if inspired by events and actions that may or may not have actually occurred and people that may or may not have existed. Verifiably unverifiable but with the core narrative intact. -NOTICE #637BAU
[ OBJECTIVE ] Escape, survive and evade.
0001 As my consciousness increases, so does the extreme pain in the back of my skull. I open my eyes but it’s dark, it’s not the lack of light. I’m blindfolded.
0002 My hands react to reach my head to remove the blindfold but then I realize they’re tied up. I can feel the onset of panic developing in my core. I take a deep breath and it dissipates. I’ve regained composure but my awareness is slipping, it must be a concussion.
0003 Zzzzzzzzz….
0004 I must have passed out on top of a washing machine last night and now it’s on a cycle. No, I must be in the back of a truck driving slowly off-road.
0005 Fully awake, I realize I wasn’t dreaming. I am indeed blindfolded and handcuffed. Stay calm.
0006 Time to focus. I don’t know how I got here or where I am, what’s important is escape and evasion.
0007 Damn, they took my SERE bracelet that could have opened these handcuffs. Time for secondary measures. I still have my Dynamis Belt with some tools hidden in it, I get the modded handcuff key and presto, my hands are free. Small victory.
0008 The rag they blindfolded me with is half soaked in my blood. The back of my head has 2 large bumps and 1 still bleeding. I’ll deal with the pain later.
0009 No other visible injuries on my body, good. I look for any equipment or weapons I can use in the back of this pickup truck. A quarter filled bottle of tequila, a stale piece of pita bread and a ripped up seat cushion. Then good fortune strikes, inside a black trash bag is my FAST Pack backpack with my gear.
0010 Starved, I eat half the pita bread which tastes like salted cardboard and save the other for later. Tempted to just down the tequila but I resist, instead I pour some on my head wound – now my skull is on fire. I save the rest for later or as a water container if needed. I’m too dehydrated.
0011 Backpack packed. I’m prepared to jump off this moving truck.
0012 Slow moving truck, good. Erratic and rocky road, bad. I grab that seat cushion and put it over my forearms with my fists under my chin. I lay down on my side on the edge of the truck. I roll off…
0013 My backpack breaks my fall but the force jerks me into a spin in the air, must be 540 degrees. I land hard on my forearms but the cushion takes most of the shock and it’s over. Adrenaline kicks in but ironically has an effect like morphine as all my pain is gone, in fact I feel great. I roll to the side of the road behind a bush.
0014 My feet want to run as fast as possible but my training reminds me to sit tight and observe. I must confirm if they notice my escape. I must confirm if they stop. I must confirm if they have dogs that can track me. This will tell me how to pace and maneuver my evasion… The beat up truck goes so slow against the faux road along the jungle… Going, going, gone.
0015 Adrenaline mode over. Vicious pain floods over me with a vengeance. My captors must of hit me twice, every time my heart beats it’s like 2 rusty nails are jabbing the back of my skull. I have to get up.
0016 According to my compass, the truck is headed North. With no identifiable markings or idea of locale, my best option is to head South, via the jungle.
0017 Even through this dense vegetation, each beam of light of the high noon sun feels life draining. The pain has reduced from a drilling pulse to a dulling resonance but my thirst is rapidly increasing. All I have is an emergency Lexer flask of 2.5 ounces of water and that tequila is tempting.
0018 This is the third growth of water vine I’ve come across. The first was dry and the second was contaminated – I didn’t drink it but I felt a moment of heaven washing it over my face… With hope I cut this vine with my Hell Fire Knife. Clear water trickles out and it tastes sweet. Jackpot. Life is good.
0019 I put the water of the Lexer flask in my mouth and hold it there so I can transfer the tequila into it. Then I transfer the water from my mouth to the tequila bottle as well as what I can get from the water vine. I take a well deserved nap…
0020 If my head trauma wasn’t bad enough, I wake from my slumber with excessive itching of the face, king sized mosquitoes went to town on it. Time to get get up and get moving.
0021 Exhausted, delirious and starved, I sit on the edge of a small but beautiful water fall without a care in the world. I finally have that tequila, finally I feel the good kind of pain as it glazes my throat going down. That pita bread now tastes like pure wonder.
0022 Buzzed and almost content, I see what appears to be a cell tower. What the hell, I’ll take a selfie and maybe I’ll get some service on my iPhone to call my people for an EVAC.
