Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2005 03:23:47 -0400
From: Gstrdr15 <Gstrdr15@msn.com>
Subject: KOMBAT KIDS, CHAPTER43

Disclaimer; If you are under 18 years of age, or material such as this is
illegal in your locale, please do not continue reading. All persons, places
and things depicted in this story are purely fictional; any resemblance to
people, living or dead, past or present, places or things are purely
coincidental.  However, I will admit to there being a Washington State.


Kombat kids
By; GhostRyder15

Chapter 43
Sorting Things Out


	Flashing red, blue, white and yellow lights of vehicles from four
different law enforcement agencies and the blinding spot lights of the
orbiting helicopters lent a sense of the surreal to the still dark forest
surrounding the Prince Cabin. The LAV snorted and whined as Justin backed
the heavy vehicle from its blocking position on the dirt road.

	Totally unaware of what was transpiring outside the trailer, Doctor
Davidson and Jesse fought to save the lives of the two boys who would have
thought nothing of killing Jacky.  The personal monitor for the Alcorn boy
faithfully reported his blood pressure, pulse and blood oxygen level every
two minutes.  Marty Morton and Mike Hedding had calmed down and were
performing their duties, if not with panache, then with a steadiness that
belied their earlier squeamishness.  The doctor shook his head as he
mumbled to himself about the foolishness and stupidity of some mother's
children.  As a doctor, Doctor Davidson took an oath to try his hardest to
save anyone he attended to; he had to try, but he didn't have to like it
though.  This was one of those times when he really didn't care if the
person lived or died.

	In the Prince Cabin basement, Jap wept over his ravaged boyfriend,
the bruises on his body were bad enough, but the way they treated him
infuriated the little redheaded sniper.  Jacky had been left in his own
filth for two days, and it was apparent that his captors had used him as a
dog would use a fire hydrant.  The clothing that Jap had cut him out of was
still damp with their urine, Jap sent out a call to the members of the Unit
nearest him for their water bottles so that he could cleanse his lover
before they moved him.  Thank God, Jap thought; "At least he wasn't raped
like Phil and David had been the previous summer."  Gently turning Jacky on
his side that hadn't been bruised, he went about the odorous job of
cleaning shit from his groin and butt.  One of the Squaddies had given Jap
a roll of paper towels he had found in the kitchen of the cabin and this
aided him in cleaning up his lover.  Just as he was discarding a piece of
the toweling, he heard an unknown voice yell out; "What the fuck is going
on down there?"  Before the unknown man could continue speaking six
firearms were pointing up the stairs and the snicking sound of the safeties
being clicked off was the only noise to be heard in the basement.

	The unknown men froze in mid-step as they heard the distinctive
sound, then; "Hold your fire, hold your fire!  We're U.S. Marshals, let's
all take it easy now, just calm down."

	Keener was the first to speak; "Sir, we need to see some
identification, NOW."

	The man closest to the bottom of the stairs said; "Okay now men,
let's all be calm, I'm going to reach in my pocket and get my I.D., let's
all take it easy now."  The man kept his left hand down by his side as he
slowly reached into his back pocket with his right hand to pull out a
leather folder which he held to the front so all of the basements'
occupants could see in the dim light of the two Coleman lanterns that had
been lit.  "I'm United States Marshal Maxwell Jamison, please lower your
firearms."

	When Keener put the safety on his AR-15 and lowered the muzzle, the
rest of the Unit Squaddies did the same.  Still taking care not to startle
the highly strung men and boys in the basement the Marshall and his partner
slowly descended the stairs.  When the Marshals were both down the stairs,
they slowly took in the camouflage uniforms and firearms of the people
spread around the basement.  Looking over to one side, they saw one of the
men, no a boy, a young boy guarding a bound large fat teenager in just
briefs who was propped against the wall.  Turning back to Keener the man
asked; "Son will you please tell me what's going on here?"

	Keener slung his rifle on his shoulder and started to explain about
Jacky Hoffman being kidnapped by the Prince Brothers and their two friends
and how they had freed him.  The story, leaving out the part about their
insertion by parachuting from twenty some thousand feet from a C-130U took
Keener a good ten minutes.  Turning to his partner he said; "Fred, go
outside and have George come down here with his kit and see what he can do
for the boy."  Fred nodded and was turning around when Keener said; "Hold a
second sir, David, go with him so he won't have any trouble with the
Squadies."

	David Allyn replied; "Yes sir." Turning to the Marshall he said;
"Sir, if you please, it would be better if I led." The boy and the man
hurried up the stairs to find the EMT that had accompanied the Marshals.

	Moving carefully, the Marshal knelt beside the weeping Jap and his
boyfriend, seeing the condition of the fourteen-year-old Jacky all he could
say was, "Jesus Christ, Jesus, Mary and Joseph."

	The Marshal heard a whimper from the fat teenager then a whining;
"Hey what about me, I'm hurt, they shot me."  The Marshal stood and walked
over to the bound boy; "Consider yourself lucky, if I'd been on the entry
team you'd be dead.  You just sit there and keep your fucking mouth shut or
I'll correct that error."

	Turning back to Keener: "You said they had knives?"

	Keener nodded and pointed to the large buck knife that Bill Jordan
had in his hand when he came running down the stairs. "That's it over
there, we left it where he dropped it, and I wasn't taking any chances with
these assholes.  Last year this tub of shit and seven of his buddies beat
and raped two of our members so bad they almost died.  Like I said, I
wasn't going to give them a chance to hurt any of the other boys."

	The Marshal walked back over to Launy and said; "Tell me your
name."

	Launy started whining, "I want a lawyer, I want my dad, I want a
doctor I wa . . . ."

	The Marshall reached out and grabbed Launy by his left ear and
twisted it viciously; "Boy, all I want out of you is your name, I can keep
on twisting this ear till it comes completely off, NOW WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING
NAME?"

	"Ooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww, okay, okay, okay, it's Launy Prince, my
name is Launy Prince, please stop twisting my ear, pleeeeeease."

	The Marshall released Launy's ear and reached into his coat pocket
and pulled out a card.  "Launy Prince I'm placing you under arrest for
kidnapping, assault, and attempted murder. You have the right to remain
silent.  You have the right to consult with an attorney. If you can not
afford an attorney, one will be provided for you; do you understand these
rights as they have been read to you?"

	"Yes I do, I want an attorney." Launy whined.

	While Marshall Jamison was reading Launy his rights, Matt Bateman
and Tommy Martin were conferring with the senior U.S. Marshall, Ben
Mathews.  The Marshall had been inspecting the carnage that Jap had rent on
three out of the four Mexican hitmen who had entered the U.S. illegally.
Each one of the three dead men had one round through their heads, all in
the center that was presented to Jap.  "Would someone mind telling me what
happened here?  I mean what the fuck was they doing that they had to be put
down hard like this?" Asked the Marshall.

	Matt gestured towards Mitch lying on the ground waiting for someone
to help him move out of the way.  Matt pointed to two of the hitters and
said; "These guys jumped out of the car and took Mitch here under fire, the
guy with the MP-5 hit him three times in the chest and abdomen.  The other
guy took out his leg so Jap put them both down before they could hit him in
a vital spot."

	"Vital Spot?"  Yelled the Marshall. "The guy got hit four times and
they didn't hit him in a vital spot?"

	Matt just nodded; "Mitch is wearing Class III body armor and the
asshole who shot him with the shotgun hit him in his artificial leg.
That's when Jap took them down.  The last one had his shotgun up and was
going to shoot one of the guys on the porch when Jap took him out."

	"As far as the four wounded in the house, Deputy Sheriff Martin
took the guy who had just pumped a round of .00 buck in to me.  Staff
Sergeant Keener took out the three who were charging down the basement
stairs armed with a knife.  He was protecting the injured boy who was being
worked on by our Unit Corpsman and he wasn't going to take a chance on them
hurting any more of our boys." Matt finished.

	Just then, David Allyn and one of the Marshals came running up to
them; "Where's George, we need him right now down in the basement."
Marshall Timmons asked.

	Matthews looked over at the first vehicle parked by the trailer;
"Over there, he was going to see if he could help out with the two being
worked on in the trailer, but the Doc said he didn't need him."

	Timmons nodded and headed over to talk to the EMT.  Turning back to
Matt and Tommy; "I need to talk to this guy Jap, I want to hear his side of
what went down."

	Matt looked a little sheepish; "That may take awhile, right now
he's with Jacky Hoffman, the boy who was kidnapped.  He's cleaning him up
and I don't think he'll be ready to talk about this for a little while.
You see Jacky's his boyfriend and he's been a basket case every since he
got to him.  Right now he's washing him down, these assholes left him
sitting in his own piss and shit for two days.  That wasn't near as bad as
them pissing on him and then beating the crap out of him while he was tied
up.  So I'm asking you to hold off for awhile, please?"

	Marshall Mathews shook his head and was about to agree when one of
the ATF agents let out a whoop; "Jesus H. Christ on a B-52, there must be
20 kilos of 'shit' in here.

	As one of the State Police was checking out the vehicle, Doctor
Davidson was working frantically to save Bill Jordan's life.  Jordan had
lost a lot of blood and if the Doctor couldn't get the few remaining torn
and ruptured veins and arteries tied off soon, he would bleed out.  Looking
at Mike Hedding; "Michael, get another bag of Ringers and D5W up, we need
to keep fluid in his system."

	Mike quickly grabbed another bag and had it prepped and ready when
the doctor called for it, the Doctor stopped his work only long enough to
swap it with the almost empty one.  He then went back to work on the boy's
wound.

	Jesse looked up from what he was doing and asked; "Doc, what now? I
think I got all the big bleeders."

	Without looking up the Doctor said; "Marty help Jesse turn him on
his side.  Jesse, when you get him up, you need to seal the exit wound,
then I want you to check to make sure all the vessels are still clamped off
from the entry side."

	Marty moved to the side opposite Jesse and together they gently
moved him up on his side.  While Jesse held him in place he told Marty to
open another Surgical Adhesive Drape and center it over the exit wound,
then seal it in place.  After Marty had that done, the two boys laid Larry
on his back again.  "FUCK!!!" Jesse yelled; "Two of the fucking clamps came
loose."  As he went back to trying to clamp off the major vessel that was
pumping blood back into the chest cavity, Jesse started crying.  "I can't
do this, I can't do this, I'm fucking killing him."

	"JESSE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Yelled the doctor.

	Doctor Davidson's use of foul language took all three boys by
surprise, while Jesse only just met him, Marty and Mike had known him for
over a year and that was the first time they had ever heard him cuss.

	"Calm down Jess." The Doctor told him; "Take a couple of deep
breaths and continue working.  All of you men are doing a great job, just
keep doing what you've been doing and we'll save both these assholes. Ah, I
mean poor young gentlemen."

	The last statements caused the boys to giggle a little.  Jesse did
what the doctor told him and kept on working.

	By this time, Jap had pretty well cleaned up his boyfriend as best
he could and was just sitting, holding him in his arms.  Weeping softly
into Jacky's hair, wishing he were able to do more.

	Keener was sitting along side him, more to comfort Jap than
anything else, when the people in the basement heard David Allyn call
out. "In the basement, I'm bringing an EMT down, hold your fire."

	David, followed closely by an adult carrying two large hinged
cases, hurried down the stairs and over to Jacky and Jap.  From the other
side of the room they heard Launy whine; "Hey, how about me, they shot me."

	The EMT didn't even look up when he heard Launy whining, he started
to check Jacky out.  Launy started whining again about how he was hurt and
he was going to lodge a complaint and how his daddy wasssssssss . . . .
. . . .

	George the EMT had heard enough of Launy's shit and had left Jacky
for a few seconds to inject the fat kid with a large dose (3.5 cc's of
Ketamine) of sedative and all of a sudden Launy went beddy bye.

	Moving back to Jacky he said with a broad grin; "There, now isn't
that better?"

	Everyone in the basement started clapping and whistling and saying
stuff like; "Way to go doc, nice job, I wish someone would have done that
half an hour ago."

	While George was taking his blood pressure and temperature, Jacky
started to shiver.  "Oh fuck" George said softly to himself. Without taking
his eyes off Jacky he called out; "Someone find me a sleeping bag or
several blankets, hurry!"  Looking at Jap, his face softened and he asked;
"Are you his brother or something?"

	Jap bit off a caustic reply and looked George in the eye and said;
"No, he's my boyfriend."

	George just nodded his head, then said; "Okay Red, here's the deal,
your boyfriend is going into hypothermia and we got to warm him up quick.
I want you to take off all your clothes and hold him as close to you as you
can, that way we give him the heat from your body to help warm him up."

	Before the man could finish talking, Jap laid Jacky down gently and
was quickly removing his clothing.  Justin Tyme ran over to the EMT and
gave him a musty smelling sleeping bag.  While Jap was getting undressed,
George unzipped the bag and shook it out to make sure there weren't any
critters living in it.  The EMT stretched the bag out alongside Jacky and
with Jap and Keener's help; they quickly had him lying on the bag.  Jap
removed his boxers and climbed almost on top of Jacky. George, the EMT,
folded the bag over both the Squaddies; taking care not to dislodge the
I.V. Jesse had started.  Turning to Justyn he ordered; "Go back up stairs
and haul some blankets back here, the heavier the better."

	"Yes sir." Justyn replied. As he turned and started for the stairs,
he saw David Allyn standing by. "Come on Davey, give me a hand."

	As David turned to follow, the EMT said; "Hold it a second, take
these three bags of IV fluid with you, if there's a microwave upstairs, put
them in it one at a time.  Set the machine for ten seconds on medium, no
higher, when they've all been heated bring them back down here."  David
thought for a second before saying; "Can't, the power's out, the microwave
won't work."

	George, thinking quickly, ordered David; "This place has a big hot
water tank, fill up a sink or fill a bucket with fairly warm water then
immerse the bags.  Remember, I don't want the fluid in the bags hot, just
body temperature or a little warmer, got it?"

	David took the bags of fluid and said; "Yes sir, no problem, he
then turned and quickly caught up with Justyn and followed him up the
stairs, thinking to himself; "Damn he's got a nice ass."  Shaking his head,
he wondered where that thought came from.

	While Justyn was hauling the blankets down to the basement, David
warmed the bags of D5W and Ringers lactate.  When he had the bags warmed,
he quickly took them to the EMT, George took a bag and while he was
changing out the bag currently in use he said; "David, stick those other
two bags in your shirt, so's they'll stay warm."  David stuck them in his
blouse and kept them next to his belly using both hands so they wouldn't
fall to the floor.

	While Jacky was being tended, members of the three different law
enforcement agencies dug into the mystery surrounding the kidnapping;
attempted hit and the intervention by Unit One.  While two ATF agents and a
Marshal searched the GMC Yukon, an INS agent was questioning the bound
Mestizo.  The agent got right into his face and was screaming so loud that
he was easily heard by the people in the basement.  The illegal, remained
silent, he knew his best bet was to keep his mouth shut, at least for the
time being.  Getting nothing from the survivor of the hit team, the agent
started to search the bodies of the three deceased hitmen, the only thing
of note he came across was a small memo book in Benny's back pocket.
Leafing through it, he became excited, turning to the senior INS agent, he
shouted. "Hey Tim, I think I got something here."  Tim Torkelson scanned
the contents of the book and called for the Marshal and Tommy Martin, after
explaining what was in the book.

	As the INS agent was translating the contents of the book for the
Marshall and Tommy, one of the ATF agents came out of the cabin and called
his boss over.  The two conferred for a minute or so and the agent went
back in the cabin. Alex Shoemaker, the senior agent motioned for the Senior
Feds and Tommy to group on him.  When the three got close enough to talk in
normal tones, the agent informed them of a find that all the agencies would
be interested in.  During the search of the basement, one of his agents
noted scuff marks on the floor.  On closer inspection, he found that a
section of shelves were fixed so that they would swing out from the wall.
When the agent moved the shelves away from the wall, he found a doorway
into a secret room.  Upon inspection, they found all the necessary
equipment for cutting, packaging and storage of illegal drugs.  On closer
inspection, a half-kilo of heroin was discovered in a sealed container.

	Tommy opened his cell phone and punched in his father's number.
"Sheriff, this is Deputy Martin, we have found evidence linking Don Prince
to the scene as well as to a multi-million dollar drug shipment.  The INS
and the U.S. Marshall as well as the ATF people suggest that Mr. Prince be
brought in for questioning.  Oh, you have?  They're already there?  You
already have an arrest warrant?  Thank you Sheriff, I'll inform them of the
situation, goodbye."

	While Tommy was explaining that his father, the Sheriff grinned. He
was going to be able to serve the arrest warrant on Don Prince that he just
happened to have.  Oh yes, the three local DEA Agents were also going to
serve a warrant to search the Prince property for illegal drugs.  They had
`luckily' been visiting the Sheriff when he got the call, how fortunate.

	As he was finishing his call, the Peterbilt tractor started up and
was maneuvering to get back to the road.  Sonny Beck had gotten several of
the Squaddies to fill the trench with fire wood from the cabin that had
been, "ahem" dug across the dirt road so he wouldn't get stuck while he was
driving the truck to a location near SR 97 for a 'Dust Off' (helicopter
medical evacuation).  As the tractor-trailer was moving towards SR 97, the
Doctor and the tree Squaddies braced themselves and held the two wounded
boys on the tables.  Both of them were still alive, but that could change
in a hurry if they didn't get to a Trauma Center quickly.

	The semi stopped about a 100 meters from SR 97 where one four
bladed sleek Sikorsky S-76 Traumahawk helicopter was sitting in the open
area where the dirt road started.  Another Traumahawk was circling overhead
waiting to land when the first lifted off.



	As the two EMT's belonging to the Traumahawk crew and two
Washington Patrol officers moved to the front of the semi where the Doctor
was standing, Marty and Mike were standing in the door ready to help
transfer the patients.  Jesse was moving back and forth between the two
boys on the tables, ensuring that their vital signs remained constant.

	When the Medevac personnel and the Patrolmen arrived, the Doctor
quickly briefed them on his patient's condition and the type of care they
had received. The boys were quickly transferred from the trailer to the
helicopter; Larry Alcorn was put in the main cabin, while Bill Jordan was
put in the after cabin.  As soon as the helicopter took off, the semi moved
to SR 97 and turned left, moving just far enough up the road to allow the
second Traumahawk to land.  Within three minutes, a HUMVEE drove as close
as it could get to the helicopter, George the U.S. Marshall EMT got out of
the front seat and waved the aircrew EMT's over with their gurney. A short
argument ensued about whether or not Jap was going to remain inside the
sleeping bag as Jacky's sole means of external heat.  It was really going
to be interesting when the helicopter landed at the hospital with the two
naked boys in a sleeping bag.


End of Chapter 43
Next;

Chapter 44
Eagletooth's Dental Plan


I'd like to take a moment and thank Jamie Haze, Author, Mentor, and Friend
for the encouragement he has given me in the writing of this story, and the
editing of it for me.  I encourage you all to read Somerset Farm, Dooby
Rhymes With Scooby, The Good Ship Frig It and Apartment 14B by Mr. Haze.  I
also want to thank David A, the owner/operations manager of SHV Webhosting
in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. David is my technical advisor and linguistics
expert.

Doctor Springteufel has made possible the accuracy of the medical
procedures performed by "Doctor Davidson and Jesse Stevens" in Chapter 42.
For his kind help, and for putting up with my overabundance of questions, I
sincerely thank him.

GhostRyder Stories is up and has posted Mr. John Ellison's "The Phantom of
Aurora."  Soon we will have Mr. Jamie Haze's "Somerset Farm" added to the
site.  You will find the site at http://ghostryder15.gayauthors.org/.

There is a poll to choose your favorite "Kombat Kid" character at
http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/index.php?showtopic=1653&pid=9974&st=0&#entry9974
.  You have a choice of ten of the characters from the first 42 Chapters.

Comments are eagerly requested.  If you feel it necessary to flame, go
ahead, but don't expect an answer.  Address all comments to Gstrdr15
Gstrdr15@msn.com

One more thing please let me know what state you live in. I like to know
where people are who take interest in my story.  Thanks all.

Oh yes, I received this on 31 March from one of the readers.


Dear Gstrdr15
  
PLEASE  Chapter 43
 
My nerves can't take much more, I love this story! I was in the scouts and
this story has hit home.
 
James in Conyers, Georgia


Welcome to;

Chris		In Hollywood, California USA
Bill		In North Bay, Ontario, Canada
Larry		In Phoenix, Arizona USA
Hayden	In Melbourne, Australia
Stuart	In the United Kingdom
Charlie	In Ontario Canada
Simon		In New England USA


Last thing; Sorry for the delay, I have been ill for the last several weeks
and couldn't concentrate; I'll try to do better.

GhostRyder15