I was back in the old house, it stank like musk and the walls were stained with deep red. The bone chilling screams of agony from someone sends chills down my spine. I here footsteps coming up the stairs and I stood fixed looking at the door, the creature on the other side starts banging on it and senses my presence and is trying to finish me off. Yet I just stood rooted to my ground as the door, fixated and curious to what will enter. Finally the shingles from the door are ripped apart and the creature enters, it's red eyes gazed directly to mine.....
I woke up in a cold sweat and check on my surroundings, a sigh of relief as I was still in the airplane. The pilot's intercom rang as he made an announcement of our landing. I was so close to the place where these a cursed nightmare all began. I gulped down a glass of whiskey,damn it felt good and helps to relieve some of the pain and also dulls my memory and senses from the nightmare. Unfortunately drinking as much as I have, even through illegal measures to get a bottle of swig has not fully made me forget of what happened; no matter how hard I try these crappy nightmares are as I know was once a reality.
I arrived in Changi Airport, again my mood was turning sour, some part of me was beginning to think that my uncle has lost his marble's asking me to come so close to an area I swore that the only way I would set foot on was with the intent for blood. I hailed the taxi and headed to his area somewhere near the bay. “God damnit it man your not helping with the term lay low and out of sight” was my impression as I headed up his driveway and saw his banglow, the man must surely want a quick death wish due to this “beacon” of a house that far outclasses the others in the area. I rang the door bell and was thinking of a thousand ways to curse at the old fart.
But before I could speak a word as the door opened a familiar click brought me back in to reality, there right in front of my eyes was a glock ready to blow my brains out. “your getting slow my boy, you would be dead if I was the enemy” said a man with a gruffy voice. “Uncle, always a pleasure seeing your fat ass again, sadly you would be dead before you could have pulled the trigger if you were one of them” I said and pointed to my beretta already cocked and halfway through the trigger. “Hah! That's what I'm talking about, you haven't changed a bit lad; still got the edge” he chuckled and ushered me in. Good old Uncle Greaner, once a former British officer in the army now living his dream away from the frontlines and bloodshed; but alas wolves will always thirst for blood and the sheer trill of hunting.,,once you start you will never be able to stop.
We exchanged details on what has been happening in our crappy lives for the past 5 years, felt like a few hours ago we were back in the dessert doing one operation together. A few swigs of fine whisky and then we started getting into serious conversations. “So, is it them again this time?” he said with a stern look on his face. “No Sh**t , was there ever a doubt?” I told him as I passed a picture I took from my time back in England. He swore as he saw the insignia, truth be told even after centuries, they are still a thorn and pain in the ass for the family to deal with. He gaze was a fixed at the family crest, the center piece of his library. “First thing first we need to get you somewhere safe” he said flatly. “Where do you have have in mind?” I asked with a bit of curiosity. A long silence passed by and the first words totally stunned me to kingdom come.
“Malaysia” he said with confidence. “You fu**king kidding me?It's only parted by that damn area by a sea” I argued. “True, but the closer you are to your enemy then the lesser you are from their grips” He turned and grinned at me.Even after all this years of retirement he's still a crazy fu**ked up general that I know of, He may be crazy but his tactics and strategy has never failed. I raised my glass for a toast “To Hell I go then” and gulped down the last remnants of whiskey. “ But if they come for me there, I won't be nice....there will be blood spilled” I stated with a stern look of my own. “My thoughts exactly” my uncle replied as we both grinned and had another bottle of fine Jack Daniel's.
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