Demilitarized Zone Part 1

AMERICA'S GALACTIC FOREIGN LEGION.

Book 4: Demilitarized Zone.

by Walter Knight.

Chapter 1.

The United States Galactic Federation Foreign Legion Missile and Gunboat Predator Predator patrolled the New Mississippi River all the way up to New Memphis. Past New Memphis lay the Arthropodan Empire. A demilitarized zone part.i.tioned the planet of New Colorado since the last war, but New Memphis was a human enclave that existed north of the DMZ. It was the patrolled the New Mississippi River all the way up to New Memphis. Past New Memphis lay the Arthropodan Empire. A demilitarized zone part.i.tioned the planet of New Colorado since the last war, but New Memphis was a human enclave that existed north of the DMZ. It was the Predator's Predator's mission to maintain humanity's right-of-way on the river to New Memphis. Spider insurgents had threatened to blow up the mission to maintain humanity's right-of-way on the river to New Memphis. Spider insurgents had threatened to blow up the Predator Predator with suicide bombers riding in speedboats, but no attempts had occurred yet on this trip. Until now. with suicide bombers riding in speedboats, but no attempts had occurred yet on this trip. Until now.

It was late at night, but I could see the profile of the approaching speedboat. Night vision technology allowed me to see much farther than the insurgents, even in the night fog. I ordered Corporal Williams to fire a cannon sh.e.l.l across their bow as I broadcast a warning on the PA system. "This is the United States Galactic Federation Foreign Legion Gunboat Predator Predator!" I announced. "Turn off your engines and prepare to be boarded! Failure to comply will force us to take countermeasures to ensure our safety and the safety of other river traffic!"

"They are still approaching," advised our radar technician. "They're coming straight at us!"

"Blow them out of the water," I ordered. "Hit them with everything we have. The Legion does not pay you to bring ammo home!"

I am Major Joey R. Czerinski, hero of the Legion, and regional commander along the DMZ here on Planet New Colorado. I am more accustomed to ground fighting, but this section of the New Mississippi is also my responsibility. I arranged a ride-along to familiarize myself with riverboat patrol. A good commander learns the jobs of everyone serving under him.

Captain Gregoire let me take command of his boat as a courtesy. I felt I was doing everything by the book. The insurgents were warned. They had no one to blame but themselves if we sent them to the bottom of the river. Corporal Williams fired two missiles. I tracked the missiles on radar. Both hit, destroying the enemy. Our s.h.i.+p then ran aground, bottoming on shallow rocks.

As the fog cleared, it became more apparent I should have stayed on dry land where I belonged. Not only had I run the Predator Predator aground, but I had also destroyed an automated lighthouse onsh.o.r.e. Dismayed, I put a fis.h.i.+ng line off the bow of the Predator, and waited for the worst. My riverboat days were over. Captain Gregoire angrily approached me, carrying gear. I spoke first to cut off another tirade. "How long until we get off this sand bar?" I asked. "I don't want to be stranded too long." aground, but I had also destroyed an automated lighthouse onsh.o.r.e. Dismayed, I put a fis.h.i.+ng line off the bow of the Predator, and waited for the worst. My riverboat days were over. Captain Gregoire angrily approached me, carrying gear. I spoke first to cut off another tirade. "How long until we get off this sand bar?" I asked. "I don't want to be stranded too long."

"Sand bar? You ran us onto rocks!" shouted Captain Gregoire. "Thanks to your incompetence, my s.h.i.+p is ruined!"

"Does that mean it will be a while?" I asked, annoyed. "I'm late, for a very important date."

"The Predator Predator is gutted!" fumed Captain Gregoire. "This s.h.i.+p is not going anywhere." is gutted!" fumed Captain Gregoire. "This s.h.i.+p is not going anywhere."

"Can't you call a tug boat to tow us home?" I asked. "Isn't anyone coming to get us?"

"It's a total loss," growled Captain Gregoire. "Helicopters will lift us out eventually. I will see to it you are busted back to private, if it's the last thing I ever do!"

"Whatever," I replied, adding under my breath, "Annapolis Naval Academy a.s.shole."

"I heard that! You will show proper respect!"

"Whatever."

Helicopters soon arrived, landing legionnaires to protect the Predator Predator during salvage operations. I took command of a smaller riverboat that brought more supplies, and I proceeded up river at a leisurely pace to New Memphis. Captain Gregoire hitched a ride, sitting at the back of the boat, brooding. Every once in a while his eyes widened as he jotted down a note about how terrible a commander I was, and how it was all my fault his prized boat was gutted, and how I should never be allowed on the New Mississippi River again because I was a menace to commerce and everyone around me. I ignored the old duffer, concentrating instead on the speed and maneuverability of my new riverboat. This boat hauled a.s.s! during salvage operations. I took command of a smaller riverboat that brought more supplies, and I proceeded up river at a leisurely pace to New Memphis. Captain Gregoire hitched a ride, sitting at the back of the boat, brooding. Every once in a while his eyes widened as he jotted down a note about how terrible a commander I was, and how it was all my fault his prized boat was gutted, and how I should never be allowed on the New Mississippi River again because I was a menace to commerce and everyone around me. I ignored the old duffer, concentrating instead on the speed and maneuverability of my new riverboat. This boat hauled a.s.s!

About half way to New Memphis I saw a couple spider insurgents pop out of a spider hole along the bank of the river. One insurgent was aiming an RPG directly at me. The other had an old-style AK47. At first I did not react to the danger. It just seemed incredulous that someone other than Gregoire would want to kill me on a peaceful beautiful river like the New Mississippi. As Corporal Williams began firing his machine gun, I made a hard left and sped at the insurgents. The RPG went over us, landing harmlessly in our wake. As the insurgents ducked back into their hole, I smashed the boat onto the soft sandy bank and through the high gra.s.s. The boat bounced a few yards and came to rest next to the spider hole. I jumped off, firing my a.s.sault rifle into their hole. Then I dropped a grenade down the hole. When the smoke cleared, Corporal Williams went down the tunnel and retrieved spider bodies and equipment. It felt good to finally have something go right.

The good feelings ended when I explained on the radio to General Kalipetsis how I managed to beach two boats in one day. Also, in the confusion, Captain Gregoire had fallen overboard and was now missing in action. He had already been leaning left, scribbling his venomous notes, when he was lost overboard as I made the hard turn. No loss there, but it looked bad in my report.

General Kalipetsis was waiting for me at Legion Headquarters. "The spiders say we owe the Arthropodan Empire $235,000 for destroying an automated lighthouse! What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Lighthouses don't cost that much," I argued. "Don't let those spiders cheat you. I'll bet the Predator Predator alone costs much more. At least I didn't destroy the second boat. It was just stuck in the sand." alone costs much more. At least I didn't destroy the second boat. It was just stuck in the sand."

"You think this is funny?" asked General Kalipetsis. "The money will come out of your paycheck!"

"Now that is funny."

"I know you have millions on your card," said General Kalipetsis. "How does a mere major become a millionaire on Legion pay?"

"Lucky at cards?" I suggested. "All you have to do is tell those spiders that insurgents blew up the lighthouse. They can't prove anything."

"What about the Predator Predator?" asked General Kalipetsis.

"We needed a new riverboat anyway," I said. "That rust bucket was due to be sc.r.a.pped. Order a new one. Only this time get one of those slick new hydrofoil boats. They're fast. Bigger is better, you know."

"You will never find out how fast they are," said General Kalipetsis. "I received a report of seismic readings in Sector 27 along the DMZ. Go check it out. It might be spider insurgents digging more tunnels."

"Sector 27?" I asked, checking a map. "Isn't that in the middle of the New Gobi Desert? There is nothing out there but sagebrush and rattlesnakes."

"Good," said General Kalipetsis. "You won't be able to break anything. Let that be a lesson to you."

"I killed at least two insurgents," I protested. "Doesn't that mean anything? There might have been insurgents in that lighthouse, too. In fact, I'm sure of it."

"Insurgents in the lighthouse is not in your report or anyone else's account of what happened," said General Kalipetsis. "Take your sun-block. I hear the New Gobi Desert is very hot this time of year."

As ordered, I took a company of legionnaires to Sector 27. We were airlifted with our armored cars and equipment. After the planes left, it seemed so quiet. The only sound was a desert breeze through the sagebrush. There were no landmarks for miles around, just sand, sagebrush, and a dirt road.

"Every time you screw up, we get posted somewhere awful," complained Captain Lopez. "What did you do this time?"

"Shut up and start pitching tents," I ordered. "Find the border markers. They should be giving off a beacon signal."

"Sir!" yelled Corporal Williams. "I see a spider!"

Sure enough. Through my binoculars I too could see a spider guard shack at the crest of the next hill. A spider marine was waving at us. I drove our armored car over to investigate.

"Welcome to h.e.l.l," said the spider guard. He seemed happy to see us. "Who did you p.i.s.s off to get a.s.signed here?"

"None of your business," I said. "What is this? What are you doing here?"

"I am monitoring border traffic," said the spider guard. "Can't you tell?"

"There is nothing but lizards out here," I said.

"Exactly," said the spider guard. "And I am watching and counting every lizard that goes by. I was watching you land, earlier. If you human pestilence are invading the New Gobi Desert, I surrender! You can have it."

"We landed here to investigate seismic activity," I explained. "Are you digging tunnels?"

"To sneak across the border?" asked the spider guard. "Yes, that is it. You caught us!"

"I am serious," I said. "I know you have been digging. What are you up to?"

"We have been drilling a well," answered the spider guard. "I'm thinking about building a nice cool swimming pool. In a few hours, it's going to be over 135 degrees out here. I suggest you find some shade."

"Where?" I asked, looking about.

"Anywhere but here," said the spider guard. "This shack is mine."

"Is there any insurgent activity in this area?" I asked.

"What?" asked the spider guard. "No one is interested in this area. It is too hot. Insurgents are city dwellers. They would not last five minutes out here."

In despair, I walked back to the armored car. At least it had air conditioning. Corporal Tonelli lingered by the guard shack. "My name is Guido," said Corporal Tonelli. "Is there anything valuable out here?"

"Like what?" asked the spider guard. "Rocks? Do you want to dig for gold?"

"I have a case of vodka in the armored car," said Guido. "Do you have anything worth trading for?"

"How about a cannon?" offered the spider guard. "RPGs?"

"Sorry," said Guido. "I already have several of those. How many soldiers are in your unit?"

"That is top secret," said the spider guard. "But bring over your case of vodka. I'll give you the VIP tour."

They walked beyond the next hill, where about a hundred spiders were camped. A well-drilling rig was digging through the dirt and rocks, throwing dust everywhere. So far, the spiders had not reached water. The spider guard introduced Guido to his commanding officer. Guido handed the officer a bottle of vodka.

"Thank you," said the spider commander, happily pouring them all a drink. "Normally I would beware of human pestilence bearing gifts, but I will make an exception this time."

"This is Guido," announced the spider guard.

"Why has the human pestilence and its Mafia come out here?" asked the spider commander, eying Guido with all eight eyes.

"Mafia?" asked Guido. "What do you mean?"

"You are Italian, are you not?" asked the spider commander, checking his database notepad computer. "I am well aware that all Italians are members of the Mafia. Your human sub-category Italiano runs all the rackets and gambling in New Memphis. Do you deny that? Are you planning to build another casino way out here? Or are you a smuggler?"

"I am a legionnaire," replied Guido. "I go where I am ordered to go."

"The Legion heard our drilling equipment and thought we were digging a tunnel," explained the spider guard. "There is a whole mechanized infantry company on the other side of the hill."

"I know that," said the spider commander, pouring another drink. "I saw them land, too."

"Have you been out here long?" asked Guido.

"It seems like forever," said the spider commander, sighing. "How did you get chosen to come out here and spy on us?

"We're on a top-secret mission," said Guido. "They chose the best of the best."

"You p.i.s.sed someone off?" asked the spider commander.

"Not me," said Guido. "It was Major Czerinski."

At the end of the day, I radioed a report to General Kalipetsis. "There is a whole company of spiders out here. They say the seismic activity we detected must have been caused by drilling."

"They're drilling for oil?" asked the general. "That's ridiculous. There is no oil out there."

"Water," I corrected. "They say they want to build a swimming pool because it's hot out here."

"You believe them?" asked General Kalipetsis.

"They're right. It is hot."

"No!" General Kalipetsis yelled. "I mean, do you believe they are building a swimming pool?"

"Of course not," I answered. "They must be up to something else."

"I agree. I am sending you a company of engineers to build permanent barracks and to establish a secure border. Be alert. The spiders are up to no good. I am also sending our own drilling equipment to take some core samples. If there is anything valuable under the New Gobi Desert, I want to reach it first."

"That's a good idea. Send some Geiger counters, too. Maybe they're looking for uranium."

"The engineers will be escorted by another company of mechanized infantry," advised General Kalipetsis. "I want to be able to reinforce the DMZ before the spiders do the same. When the engineers are done building your new home, start them to work on a permanent paved road. I want to be able to truck supplies to you on a regular basis."

"Can I have a swimming pool too?" I asked. "The spiders had a good idea about drilling a well. You would not believe how hot it gets in the desert."

"What?" asked General Kalipetsis. "No! This is the Legion, not a country club. Focus on the job at hand. Find out why the spiders are interested in New Gobi."

"Yes, sir!"

Chapter 2.

I was told that a VIP would be arriving, so I waited at our new airstrip for his plane. The VIP arrived with our supplies on a shuttle. He was a very large and cheerful-looking man. Kind of reminded me of Santa Claus.

"Good morning, Major. My name is Ronald Carter," he said, shaking my hand. "I represent the McDonald's Corporation."

"The aircraft maker?" I asked.

"No," said Carter. "We make hamburgers. You are thinking of McDonnell-Douglas Aircraft. We are much bigger than them."