Miami, Florida; April 17th 2003, 23:34


The city itself was hot and sticky, a mix of various weather fronts coming together like the clash of two major gods going to war, threatening to bring a storm of biblical proportions. The Duchess, a cargo ship that travels across the United States, had just arrived at the dock yards with crates upon crates of various imported goods, all ready to hit the streets for the general populace, as dock workers swarm the ship like tiny ants all ready to slowly offload over the course of several days. Clothes, toys, electrical items, jewellery, timber, furniture, all manner of things which had already been brought by wholesalers ready to be collected.


On-board were additionally a number of well paid, and well trained, mercenaries. They each carried H&K MP5Ks along with several other items that require special licences to own, let along wield outside of a war. They were all outcasts from one war or another, mainly from Eastern Europe with no ties to the USA except for their commander in this endeavour, one Lieutenant Dominic Silver. Courageous, flamboyant, noble, all qualities that can be said of the Lieutenant, along with vicious, greedy and disloyal. The first quality earned him a dishonourable discharge during Desert Storm. The second caused him to become an arm's dealer amongst the world's main extremists. The third made him an enemy of Jayant Nagaraj.


His Sire and commanding officer had given Jayant his mission. Lieutenant Silver, operating under false pretences, arrived in Brunei to meet with the military advisor's there and discuss apparent military training packages his company offered. He was assigned with a small unit of the Royal Gurkha Reserves, the Sultan of Brunei's personal royal guard. Amongst them was one Jayant Nagaraj, acting as a shadow amongst the kine. Lieutenant Silver double crossed the unit, leading them out to meet with paramilitaries, the true buyer's of Silver's interests. The small number of Royal Gurkha Reserves were slaughtered. Jayant fell also, playing dead.


The Duchess would be were it all ended, were Jayant got his revenge. Over the course of the arduous journey, he had slowly fed from the mercenaries, making them weaker by the night, each feeling the effects of drowsiness, each blaming tiredness and viruses. When the time came, they were each taken down easily, Jayant's kukri finding the most efficient points on their frail bodies, bringing swift death to each.


Lieutenant Silver was not so lucky. Jayant took his time. He took some trophies as well. The last thing the Lieutenant heard was “Jai Mahakali, Ayo Gorkhali.”


Glory be to the Goddess of War, here come the Gorkhas.