Shirley, You can't be serious...

Frank, Or, as his friends knew him as Frank. Most people called him "Hal" as in "open the pod bay doors Hal". It was ostensibly because of his sonorous voice. He was given this name after his first mission in Iraq, by his Company Commander. Usually a C.O. doesn't travel outside of the wire, but all hands were needed for this op. They travelled easily to their destination, a sign of things to come. All hell broke loose when the convoy of HUMVV's and L.A.V's pulled onto the street that was their objective. RPG's, Mortars, small arms fire, and rotten vegetables he was SURE were shot, though none were accurate. Things went to hell quickly and many of his team were wounded, and the C.O. was screaming orders into his radio, ineffectively I might add. Frank went into "soldier" mode and just...took...care...of fucking buisness. He pilote'd his M4 until he had exhausted all of his magazines, and those around him. He picked up the SAW on the other side of the truck and provided cover for the medics picking up the wounded and dead. THEN he commanded, thats right, he COMMANDED a squad of rifleman to "follow me!" and they did so without hesitation. The C.O. got on the radio and asked "WTF are you doing?" Frank, ever mindfull of his job said "what I was told too Sir"and then, shut his radio off. What followed was, as a Sgt. who'd been in country for several tours, absolutely a lethal ballet of death, destruction, and a Marine kickin' MUCH ASS, and, GOT SOME! Frank took point and entered the house next to the target home. When asked "ok, were next door, now what?" Frank merely smiled and said "Why I'm making a side entry" when it was pointed out that they, and he, were standing in front of a solid wall, Frank smiled and said nothing. Taking some Det-Cord, he drew a rough outline of a door on the wall and attached it thusly. He then put a 1/4 lb block of C4, complete with cute lil pen-det, in the middle and said "you might wanna be elsewhere in about 12 seconds" and lit the fuse. The resulting explosion opened a hole perfect in the home they were in.It demolished the wall next door of the target home. Frank got up, threw too "bangers" in the target home, then went about picking up debris until he found his man. In this case, a Woman however. Known as "Betty the Bomber"she was responsible for most of the I.E.D's in this section of town. She was wailing about her dead son,a toddler about the age of Franks own son. His reply, given through a face of dust, tear tracks, and set in stone said "well my Marines you're responsible for killing with your bombs were shown the same mercy. Now stand up or I'll drag you up by your broken limbs" She was hooded, secured, and transported to a C.A.S.H. nearby. He ordered she was to be given no pain med's until she gave up the cache of weapons. Her face turned to a mask of pure hatred and fury. "I will give you nothing you seek but death". When translated, Franks response was pure, well, computer..Logical and delivered with all the emotion of Bill Gate's best computer voice. "I seek not Death, but nor do I fear it. For every minute that cache exists, you will feel pain beyond knowledge, and will welcome Death itself, but I will myself, keep you alive. Merely to make sure we find the weapons. THEN you might, just MIGHT get to see a Dr. Frank took the "long way" to the C.A.S.H. and made sure to hit every pothole, curb, and small rock he could find..After two blocks, she was singing like a well trained contestant on Simon's lil show back home. Frank and his team got back to F.O.B. Freedom and submitted their A.A.R.'s. When the stories were told of his actions, the bronze star, and a new name, followed him home.

Truth be told, Frank was the nicest, most laid back you'd want to meet. Women often said he was "sweet". Usually the kiss of death, but not for Frank. People sensed it in his eyes. He may be kind, polite, and in fact, a bit of a sweet guy,but he was, no doubt, a man of ability and skill, and to cross him would be very, very bad. For all involved. Frank pulled up to the park and walking to a large tube, said to Janelle "I thought you were joking, there IS a gasworks park..Huh, thought it was a park next to a taco stand or something." Ranelle, ever one for a good fart joke, replied with "youknow what you call a guy who farts loud in prison?" Frank, thought it out and said "victim?" They all got a laugh from the gallows humor and got down to buisness. "ok, heres the dealy yo. this guy, Mohammed Archimedes Mohammed, is responsible for the kidnapping of two M.P.'s from Ft.Lewis, as well as the murders of four more M.P.s from the Ft." Frank was referring to a pair of M.P.'s who were kidnapped from a early morning run. The next day, both were found dead, decapitated, 40mi. from the base. That night, several men, entering through the rear fence, assaulted the bases Armory. Four of the five M.P.'s were killed, and the fifth on duty was wounded in the firefight that resulted. The tally was 20lbs of SEMTEX explosive being taken. They hadn't done anything with the explosives...yet.

"well thats great. We got 48hrs to track these assholes, and go get 'em" Janelle sighed and wondered exactly HOW long Chris expected them to work miracles...Her answer was forthcoming. "well it seems a plankowner from Team Six came up with a lil idea. Since we know there are sleeper cells in country, we needed a way to keep track of our explosives. Ever hear of RFID's?" Both gals considered this and it was Ranelle who spoke up "those are Radio Frequency Identification Devices no?" Frank, told these girls weren't stupid, said "Yes, exactly. If we can tag liquor in a store we can tag our hole makers".. Janelle then said "well fine, we know where the tango is, lets go get 'em.I wanna go see if there's a decent band at the Hurricane up in Queene Anne, if not, I'm going to the Owl n Thistle downtown and gettin' shitty. I need it". Frank laughed and said "well, Ok then. Lets go get the sumbitch".