Hunters moon

11: Into Angola

There was a light knock on the door but Quintin was already awake, he laid looking at Naomi who slept next to him, he couldn't get over how beautiful she was, laying completely naked, it almost looked like she was smiling.

Quintin closed her up with the blankets and carefully climbed out, got dressed and left the room, outside Cleopatra was waiting for him.

"So?" She asked smiling "How was she?"

Quintin's face went red "I still have no words, she's, gorgeous for a lack of better words"

Cleopatra nodded "I'd like to thank you in advance, Naomi was my little black sheep. She's odd, always following my orders to the book, but never doing anything for her self. You were the first step she ever took to a social life, and thanks to that, she might rank up"

"Rank up?"

"Yes, I wasn't completely honest with you, Devonte might be the strongest male in my pack, but the strongest member next to me is Naomi, and now thanks to you, she will no doubt be the next leader of my pack when I'm gone"

"I don't understand? Thanks to me? Where are you going?"

"As I said before, there's a right way and a wrong way to rank up as a werewolf, the right way is to follow your alpha, socialise on different levels like friendship, comradeship, brother and sisterhood, and then of course love and i*********e. The last bit that will boost your growth is physical training.

Now thanks to her love for you she will reach Amarok, and I can take a long needed vacation"

"Seriously? A vacation from being a pack leader?"

"Yup, I've been a leader for thousands of years Quintin, I need a break, geez. Why don't you go say goodbye to Naomi, your helicopter will land shortly"

Quintin nodded.

***Angola***

Koos allowed his unit to sleep in for the day, their work the previous night was top notch, and he believed in rewarding good work; round of beers last night and long sleep in the morning equals happy and well rested men.

"Ja, f**k sakes!" Frits loudly said as he sat down next to him, it was already past noon, and Frits just arrived from the field doctor. After Koos handed him a beer and a smoke, they sat in silence for a few seconds, nothing beats a cold beer on a hot day, and Angola's mercury sat at fifty degrees.

"So what did the doc say?" Koos asked eventually.

"My eardrums are red, he said I should avoid noise of that capacity for a while, but otherwise, I'll hear just fine"

"Good" Koos grunted smiling "Because you're going to want to hear this"

Frits looked at him blankly "You trying to be funny boet?"

"That depends, apparently there's a scientist coming to study those hyenas we shot up last night"

Frits laughed "You're right, that is funny"

"He's not joking captain" A Sergeant Major said approaching them. Both Koos and Frits stood up saluting him "And you two will devise a small unit to escort him"

"What!? Do we look like fokken babysitters to you!?"

"Orders from above Koos! You will be taking him to the area where you emptied out four Batteleurs, and a dozen G5 rounds! Over a million Rand's worth of fokkin artillery on fokkin hyenas!"

"Oh, I see, so this is our punishment?"

"Aren't you smart? Now, without hurting the Battalion too much, give me names of men you want?"

Koos looked at Frits, then stroked his beard "To tell you the truth sir, I need only one, someone who can drive all the vehicles in this camp"

"You'll be taking a Ratel twenty Koos"

"Only a twenty? What if we run into T55s?"

"You run, you know better than anyone Ratel's are quicker than tanks!"

"Ok Ok S! M! No need to pop a vein!"

"Good! Now in terms of a driver, I have someone for you. His name is Piet Cronjé a Lieutenant from 32 Battalion. About two years ago he was in a battle, standing next to a Ratel when the Ratel tripped a cheese mine, the mine blew the fokkin Ratel onto it's roof and sent Piet flying like a ragdoll.

The field medic said he couldn't believe he was still alive, better yet in one piece, trouble is, for the past two years the poor man's bomskok was getting to him"

"In what way could shell shock effect an active soldier?" Frits asked.

"He started getting bush fever during battles, and rammed turs like it was a game to him, no jokes when saying this boys, he's got more kills with a Ratel using hit and run, than the Ratel killing using it's cannon"

"Hit and runs hey?" Koos asked.

"Yup, luckily whatever 32 Battalion does are usually smeared closed, so nobody hears of it, but at this point it got out of hand, so 32 Battalion dropped him here, and haven't returned for him since, it's been three weeks, poor bloke is bored out of his senses"

"Call him here, I'll take him" Koos said angered, leaving a man behind like that. The Sergeant nodded leaving, and came back with a bald headed grunt built like a pillar, shorter than Koos, taller than Frits. One could clearly see the scars of the mine on his left arm, up his neck, and on the left side of his face and head. "General, Captain" He saluted.

"Lieutenant, I hear you're bored?"

"Sir yes sir" He bluntly said.

"Good, you can come with me, I have an errand to run, after that you can join my unit"

"But sir, I'm 32 Battalion"

"Not anymore, you're a part of 1 SAI now, 32 isn't coming back for you" Koos placed his hand on Piet's shoulder "Piet, with your bomskok you need a more relaxed environment, otherwise it will only get worse"

Halfheartedly Piet nodded.

"If it makes you feel any better Piet, that Ratel 32 dumped here with you, it's yours now" The Sargent major said.

Piet's smile returned "Thank you Sergeant"

"And that's two flies with one swat" The Sergeant Major said seeing the Puma helicopter land in the distance "I'll be right back"