#rabbit-run

  1. Murder

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    “A call to the Brotherhood was all it took to convince them that Arnold needed to be eliminated. A time and place was agreed to. All that was needed was to get…

    Mar 5, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive

  2. Local News

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    I turned the TV in the hospital onto the local new. Reports about how the Day of Ashura was more peaceful than expected. More than two million people had…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  3. New Toys

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    General Kemper came to visit us in the hospital. He brought me my jacket that I had left in the helicopter and a little bit of news. It seems that if we hadn’t…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  4. Hospital

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    My memories of what happened next are disjointed. I remember feeling wind in my hair, and a voice saying I was going to be all right. I remember feeling my…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  5. Death

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    A hissing sound accompanied the smoke as I ran to the back of the ambulance and threw open the doors. I saw a machine plugged into an electrical outlet in the…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  6. Shahada

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    I was rolling to my knees when I saw a flash of white step out from around the back of the ambulance. Clarke shouted “DOWN!!´and shoved Rodgers hard into the…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  7. Six Tango's Down

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    The terrorists were dressed in their CBRN suits with hood and masks donned. They stood around a Hummer that had prominent large white squares and a red crosses…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  8. Rush

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    When I reached the bottom I unslung my rifle and crouched behind Rodgers and Clarke. We were between two rows of shelves lined with tires that formed an alcove…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  9. Roof

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    The Blackhawk sped away and we three were alone on the roof. An air conditioning unit hummed on the roof next to an access hatch that lead into the interior of…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  10. Helo

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    “Stay with the helo. They’ll get you to someplace safe,” Rodgers said. “The hell I will,” I shouted back. “Do you think you can take on what’s down there with…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  11. Observers No More

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    The Kiowas were in formation, one behind the other. They were slowing down and coming into hover above the garage. Less than 50 yards away, on a nearby…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  12. One Down, One To Go.

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    “Delta force just hit the bus station. They took down the terrorists and have secured one ambulance,” shouted Rodgers. “One down, one to go,” said Clarke…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  13. Ants

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    We approached Karbala from the east, the rising sun somewhat to our left. In the northeast part of the city were two large buildings, each with two minarets…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  14. Enroute

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    The sun was coming up over the horizon as the soldiers at the checkpoint brought me to a school with a parking lot. Within minutes a Blackhawk helicopter…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  15. Phone Call

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    “Rodgers here.” “It’s Talman. I’ve got two locations for you to check out.” “Where?” he demanded. “A bus terminal someplace in Najaf and something called Faris…

    Feb 20, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  16. Inshallah

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    I waited a moment and then sat up. My hands uncovered my belly and I examined myself. The bullet had made a considerable dent into the slide of Michaels P226…

    Feb 18, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  17. Regaining Lost Honor

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    “Rashida,” I said. “Why?” “Because Allah calls us all to defend Islam, with our lives if need be. I sacrificed my honor, in order to further his cause. I gave…

    Feb 18, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  18. A problem

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    She reached into the waistband of her skirt and withdrew a cell phone. With a practiced flip she opened it and hit a speed dial number. I could hear the line…

    Feb 18, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  19. Brown eyes

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    I shifted my weight and she swung the gun and pointed it at me. Her eyes were cold and hard. “Rashida, you don’t want to shoot me, so point the gun away...”…

    Feb 18, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  20. Turn And Turn About

    Author: Radical Yellow Duck

    From the corner of my eye I could see her. She wore a kerchief over her head and a pistol in her hand. I raised my hands slowly and she took my gun from me…

    Feb 18, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)