The Martyr (Revenge of Yayo Che)... A finish the story contest entry

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In the dawn of the Peruvian Jungle landscape, a Sendero Luminoso member spotted five OH-6 Cayuse helicopters but waived the anti-aircraft to not launch their load – the soldier radioed in that they finally came and to approach the compound. In these five helis, paratroopers were carrying Russian AK74s and were armoured up. In the leading one, a certain lass finishes her cigar, then picks up the radio and begins to drum up a blood frenzy:

"In Cuba, the Cubans celebrate a hero - name’s Che. In the World of drugs, we got our own Che – he of course went by many names like el Rey de Yayo, but we know him as Yayo Che. A heart in a heartless world, a spirit in spirit conditions and a sigh of us oppressed folk. Yet the World couldn’t stand this – so the World robbed us of him! Killed anyone that followed him! And humbled our pride!... But from the mud we rechristened our humbled pride, determined to show them gusanos what the dirt tastes and show them who the real cockroaches are! For if you mess with us, you’re messing with the BEST! And today marks… El Día de Juicio!”

As she released her radio, she heard from the radio static chants of “!Yayo Che!” and “!El Día de Juicio!” She saw from the dashboard that they were closing in to the compound, the place of theculo that ordered the hit – the Cuban Government intel was correct and she owned them a solid. Funny that they supported her endeavors, but she stopped laughing internally when she realized that political maneuvers and combatting La CIA influence was priority when it came to these matters. Considering this mission as her main payment to the Cubans, she snapped her mag into the AK74 and racked it.

Approaching closer, the pilot asked when to start popping the missiles and rain the lead thunder – her only reply being was “on my signal.” The pilot saluted and began to steer the OH-6 Cayuse into combat formation, resulting in the other helis following suit – she radioed in to the pilots to prepare for contact with anti-air craft and to rain hell, then she ordered to hang and kick the assassin’s corpse out. Moments later seeing her command followed, the pilot asked one last question before they got danger-close:

“¿Estás listo, Yayo Che?”

“¡Sí! Let the lead thunder start hammering the World! Let ‘em know El Día de Juicio!”

Soon she and her paratroopers parachuted and began their descent into the Jungle, there was no coming back and now they had to put all their hearts into it. She briefed all of them a million times on what was to be expected, the ins and outs of the compound and aid from el Sendero Luminoso – they were all going to move as one Arm, one Heart and one Spirit, for they had nothing to lose and everything to gain. El Día de Juicio truly began...

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As the paratroopers stealthily navigated their way towards the compound, a secret meeting was being held in a private conference room in the Cuban capital.

On a conference table made to accommodate at least fourteen people, two men sat across each other and watched the big screen on the wall at the other end of the room. Outside, no less than twelve specially trained service men were strategically guarding the place.

"Are we sure this mission would be a success?" One of the men asked. He was what the Cubans called "a man with a belly." This had a literal as well as a figurative meaning. For the former, well, his protruding stomach said it all. And for the latter, it meant that he wielded a certain amount of power or force, and his words were never to be taken lightly. And judging from the way the ears of his counterpart in this secret meeting jacked up as he spoke, there was not a chance that they were being taken lightly.

"The Intel supplied to the men are correct." The other man responded, fumbling with his buttons. "And unless there is a leak, which is unlikely, there could only be one outcome."

"I believe you El presidente. And for your sake I hope my belief is justified."

"It will be." The president responded. He was already breaking out a mild sweat, despite the near quiet hum that indicated the presence of an air conditioner.

Then as both men again concentrated on the big screen in front of them, a rather loud silence enveloped the conference room...

El Día de Juicio had their complete attention...

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Three long hours after the first missile was dropped, a deathly quiet surrounded the air around the Peruvian jungle. At the outskirts of the jungle, inside a heavily fenced compound, grotesque scenes told the muted story of the previous three hours. Twisted limbs and pieces of distorted flesh laid around in numbers.

Some of the bodies had still identifiable insignias on them. And amongst these, the insignias of all three parties in the massacre could be found. Particularly that of the paratroopers.

In the air, five OH-6 Cayuse helicopters hovered in practiced formation. The lead copter flew a little close to the ground briefly, and then back up into position. The pilot made one quick radio call...

He spoke pointedly...

"They're all dead sir. She too."

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Back in the conference room, as the radioed message flowed in, for the first time all day, the Cuban president breathed with relief.

Seated across him, Yayo Che, the drug Lord had a sly little smile play on his face as he stared at the screen.

"Bring me her body." He muttered.

"Roger that." The pilot on the screen responded, and the line went dead.

THE END

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Written for @bananafish's Finish The Story Contest

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