Chapter: 23

Colonel Nixon
February, 3, 2013
Bruce’s Best Burgers
24:32
“Hello Ian, glade you could come.” Hanke said. “This is Colonel Nixon.” Hanke said gesturing to a man next to him. Leaning back in his chair, Nixon had short black hair and brown eyes. The colonel looked up and said “Yes, I am Colonel Nixon of navel and land.” Nixon said in a soft voice. “Colonel Cole Nixon is skilled the arts of strategy, gun fighting, and sniping. You will work with him to flush out the last general, Mauvais Fou.” Hanke continued. “Do you think there was a reason that the Officer was so stupid to put all his best generals on a plane?” Nixon asked. “It was a risky thing to do, but according to my special sources the Officer believed the air was the safest place.” Hanke replied. “He thought wrong.” Nixon said. “Back to the mission, unlike your past mission, witch you simply used all your resources to kill the general, this time I have a plan. Like the raid on the Officer’s air strip, Nixon will lead a strike force to both, take Mauvais’ training camp - where he is located - and distract the forces there. You will go around the forces and snipe Mauvais, sorry Nixon, you can snipe next time.” Hanke said. “Ok, and if the force fails, I’ve heard the training camp is also a artillery field?” Ian asked. “Well, full retreat of course.” Hanke matter-of-factly said. “Ok something more important, where is Fabian Penn and Drake McDale?” Ian asked. “They where great! More like an Alamo Scout mission, not one of the force was injured or killed.” “That’s good.” “One more question, how hard will this be?” asked Nixon. “Let me remind you Nixon, Mauvais Fou is blacklist number 2, his training ground is not just a training ground is planed to push out attackers, also serving as a artillery field, whenever loaded he can shell us at will. To say it simply, the anything that will be harder during this semi-war is the attack on Santa Fe, we must stop from become a REAL war. Meet with me at the Extraterrestrial Highway in Nevada, the training grounds is a mile away from there. In one of the most desolate places in North America”