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ON MY BONES
A Spy Story
by Zhao Jian Mu
Table of Contents
Title Page
On My Bones
ON MY BONES
Mission 22: Tour of Duty - Afghanistan | CHAPTER one
Mission 23: Tour of Duty - Turkey | CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
Mission 24: Tour of Duty - Alaska | CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
Mission 25: Mars | CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mission 26: Venus | CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
Mission 27: Quantico (Field Desk) | CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mission 28: UCLA | CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mission 29: Moscow | CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mission 30: Houston | CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mission 31: Puerto Rico | CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Mission 32: Jamaica | CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Mission 33: Congo | CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Mission 34: Egypt | CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Mission 35: Madrid | CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Mission 36: Paris | CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Mission 37: Toronto | CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Mission 38: Arctic Circle | CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Mission 39: Trinidad | CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Mission 40: Machu Picchu | CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
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ON MY BONES
by Author: Zhao Jian Mu
Cover by: Zhai Jian Mu
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Copyright © 1999-2023 by Zhao Jian Mu
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PUBLISHED 2023
ISBN : ebook: 978-1-990814-07-5, print book: 978-1-990814-08-2
DEDICATION:
To all those that made the spy thrillers and the spy movies, because without them this book would not have been made.
PREFACE
No Blackstone boys were harmed in the making of this book. Everything is fiction and not based on real events.
Mission 22: Tour of Duty - Afghanistan
CHAPTER one
Nine months have gone by very fast here in Afghanistan. It is hotter than being in Las Vegas, but cooler than other places. People at the base come and go and lately we have been staying armed in the base due to getting raided a few times last month. Christmas would come soon even though most were here during the holidays, some got to go home. I would not be home for Christmas and some of us would be entertaining ourselves. There were a few marines here, but all but me would be going home for Christmas. Ever since the attack on the base last week, we have had to be armed to the teeth and sleep with our guns.
I don't mind sleeping with my gun, but others don't like it. It is not a thing that you get used to although many of the guys liked to sleep with their guns. ISIS was destroyed about a decade ago, but a group worse than them were in operation now all over the world. I ran into a few of them during my training at Quantico. They would not kill me right away as rape and then murder was in store for me if I was caught by any of those that are being called The Twisted Taliban on the dark web. I don't think that they liked being called that as they were a militant group mixed up with former Antifa, former Taliban, former ISIS, former Nazi, and former Cool-Aide drinkers.
They were said to be super mean and not care for any bit of authority at all. Super disruptive of society and made up stuff about cleanliness and such bull crap when they just took what they wanted. People that were deployed here in Afghanistan were not nice to me at all and it was so hard to do what I had to do here. Being called a crayon eater all the time was hard, but granted I was drunk most of the time here and experienced my fair share of gun fights in the streets here and it was only getting worse. I understood enough of Farsi and Afghan that I did not want to hear what the natives here were calling me, it was so hard when people's mouths were so filthy. After walking the streets and hearing men talk about my vagina or koss as that was the word here followed by something not so nice, being called a crayon eater was so hard to take from those that were suppose to have my six.
“Come on man, you frikken crayon eater. You have showered enough. For such a small girl you use up so much water.” Lieutenant Gerald Thomas was super annoying and bugged me all the time. Why are all the guys that have your six the best in the field, jerks? This was Afghanistan and you had to share everything and I did not want to. Yeah we had running water, but it was Afghan water and definitely did not make me cleaner with all of the mud and parasites in it. Back in 2020 it was suppose to have been the cleanest water on the planet, but people dumped too much crap, fecal matter, into it and this is what we had to shower with. It was filtered water, but some days you just would smell like raw sewage all day. Smelling the water before you took a shower was the norm, but sometimes you had no clue as you already stunk like crap to begin with.
“Hold your horses.” I am glad he was being courteous, because these showers that we had to use were not secure and this is what I had to deal with nine months into this. We were the only ones left in this small tent that could cram twelve bodies into it, but us two were the only ones in here because the other ones were taken as their showers were better cared for. I could buy us a new one, but if I am going to get shot at and live in this place I would rather smell like Afghanistan and it might save my life smelling like Afghanistan while being here.
“You wish you could hold my horse.” Damn the Lieutenant, but this is how we frikken talked to each other nowadays.
As I got out naked he tossed me my towel and walked passed me naked into the shower. I quickly towel dried and got dressed into my uniform neatly pressed even though it was my field uniform and then I put the typical scarf and stuff on top of it. Most days I looked like an Afghan woman fully wrapped up with a few bits of uniform camouflage showing here and there, but to the Twisted Taliban that did not matter as they did not care what you were and sometimes made you a sex slave for years before the military found you again. They hid in the villages and towns that were hidden in the mountains and the plains of Afghanistan.
Lieutenant Gerald Thomas was a blonde British special forces guy on loan to the US military. No one wanted to bunk with him and I don't blame them, but our beds were in the mud and even getting a shower when it smelled of crap was better than smelling like the mud that we slept in. I was dressed, but I waited for him to come out of the shower so that I could toss a towel at him. We may have slept so close to each other that sometimes we smelled like each other and the other military personnel here thought that we were sleeping together, but we never once slept together. We are here to fight in this war, whatever we are commanded to do. He comes out and I toss his towel at him, sometimes we use the same towel if one of our towels is too dirty, but it is still better than smelling like mud.
IT WAS 0630 AFGHANISTAN time and Lieutenant Thomas and I ran the makeshift track around the base. Dirt and mud was under our feet as it rained far more now than it did back ten years or more ago. A four foot concrete wall was around the base with four entrances that were also the exits into and out of the base. We ran around the edge of the base up against the wall, so we saw over the wall easily enough and saw the town that we were near. There were other towns, but his is the one that we were connected to and it did not really have a name or the fact that the name changed over the last hundred years that we did not have a name for it.
The track went in a circle and the circle allowed us to run for two miles each round. There was enough room for us to run side by side, but sometimes we bumped into each other as there really was not that much space on this track for more than us two. Others ran this track, but most of the time it was just us two running it. We put a lot of time into it as being fit was so much more important when you had to survive when you were out on patrol and we had not done that for several months now. Most of our time was spent with each other and typically people would normally get split up but no one wanted to be with a girl with a robotic arm. If I lost it during the war instead of while on duty with the police, maybe I would have gotten more respect but most likely that would not be the case.
At 0730 we took turns doing sit-ups, and we did as much as we could in two minutes and then switched. Each of us did around one hundred sit-ups each round and together it took an hour to do our sit-ups doing close to fifteen hundred sit-ups in our half hours of time each. Chin ups were next and we went to a bar that was eight feet off the ground to do our chin ups. We did them staring at each other and worked on them for an hour getting as much as we could done in our two minute rounds. It was now 0930 and time to go to the mess hall for something to eat. We were starving, but the routines we did every morning kept us in shape.
I found it super ironic that I was eating bacon in Afghanistan. There was not only bacon on my plate though as there were also eggs, steak and a baked potato with sour cream and bacon bits. On the side I had a salad with cashews, raisins, peanuts, shrimp, mushrooms and lettuce. My food was so good and we had beer on tap and I was drinking it for breakfast. Along with a black coffee this would keep me going for most of the day till 1400 when I finally came back and ate lunch. No one sat with us and I did not use my tablet until the evening as before lunch we played American football and I know that it drove Lieutenant Thomas crazy.
“How are you today?” I asked Lieutenant Thomas my typical question of the morning while we ate breakfast. No one sat with us and we were in our own worlds.
“I should be asking you that today. How is your nose doing?” A few days ago I broke my nose in a training accident. We were learning how to survive a rifle butt to the face and our instructor went wild with his disciplinary action against me for breaking a fresh guy's arm. Sharim al Kassim was fresh and grabbed my vagina with his left hand while his right hand was on my throat. His thumb was in me and so I broke his nose and then later that day I busted his kneecaps and both of his arms. Our instructor did not care and the next day he had two goons, we were calling these goons El Ghit and Al Ghat, pro muslim activists that were sharing our space, hold me and picking up a rifle he hit me in the face several times with the butt of it. They all left me on the ground writhing in agony and it was only the Lieutenant that took me to see the medic. Later that day I slit all three of their throats and the original guy that grabbed me. My nose is still healing and to discipline me I am kept from going on patrol. Somehow my handler waved the court martial edict.
“Still healing on the nose and the infection down there is finally gone.” I pointed to my crotch while I was eating and the Lieutenant knew what I was talking about. Yes, that first guy used his left hand and contaminated me. I said that already as he was a non toilette paper user and caused me to have an infection. It was not fun trying to keep clean with this frikken dirty water.
“After we eat get your nose checked again as it could still be broken. Healing broken would mess up your already messed up crayon eating face.” I stared at him for the longest frikken time and I started to laugh, but stopped shortly after because my nose hurt. Why the hell do I love this guy so much? He is so mean, and yet I love him.
The medic broke my nose and reset it. It felt so much better now and I don't know why the other medic did not do that, so now I had a big piece of bandage tape across my nose. We went back to the mess hall were I drank a few shots of whiskey and then a couple beers to numb the pain. Afterwards we went to an American football game in progress. Half the guys were shirtless and the other half had shirts, but this is what I saw all the time as girls just had different shirts on to choose teams. Many girls that normally would be playing were sitting on the sidelines just watching. The guys saw me coming and the shirtless guys wanted me on their team.
“Come join us,” The girls were looking at me and then looking at the guys. I am lost and I don't know what was going on and then Lieutenant Thomas explained it to me.
“These girls are sitting out because shirts and skins are being played.” I looked at him intently and then he pointed at the guys that offered me to be on their team and then pointed at my shirt.
“Do girls do this?” I asked innocently and the other girls answered.
“Not in Afghanistan and we did it once before, but girls get put on the skins side on purpose, so that the guys get to see our boobs. Are you going to play? Rules are normal, but it rained last night so you will get real muddy.” Oh my god, they want me to play topless, but I don't want to ruin my pants and a lot of the guys are in bare feet.
“Are you going to play Gerald?” Shit I used his first name instead of his rank and my face was red. He is the only one that has my back. “You girls going to play, if I play?” I was looking at the girls and Lieutenant Thomas was removing his shirt and his shoes, my mouth fell open and everyone saw it. We see each other naked, but most times we were insulting each other and not showing red faces at the same time. Before I knew it I had my shirt over my head and then my boots came off and then I took off my pants and folded everything neatly and put it on the bench. I was only wearing my dog tags and my marine corps underwear, stumbling as I went to the skins side, Lieutenant Thomas caught me and we embraced each other skin to skin. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. Despite living with each other for nine months this is the first time we touched like this and it was magical. Everyone on the field saw it because they were trying to look at me.
THE SKINS TEAM WERE short four players and there were four girls sitting out on the bench. I looked at them and turned around for them to see that I was not afraid and so they joined us on the skins side. Five barely dressed girls were on the skins team and it was going to get muddy so they too were only wearing their underwear. American football that we were playing was full on tackle and if the one you were tackling did not end up in the mud, it did not happen. After nine months all of us at the base knew the rules of the game, even if this was probably the first time that us girls played as there were normally more guys here to play so that the shirts and skins game was not so awkward. We were playing near a wall so the entire Afghan village was seeing half naked girls and their goat carts laden with goods were running into the walls of the base. It was funny to me and while I was watching the village a guy tackled me into the mud.
It was our first down and I was flubbing the game already and still laughing while Gerald helped me up. He tried to wipe the mud off of me, but I told him it was better to leave the mud where it was for now as it would get awkward so super fast. He was the one that passed the ball to me because for some reason our team made me quarterback and so the other team was heavily motivated to get quarterback sacks from getting me before I got the ball out to our wide receiver. Another girl was wide receiver so either I or her was tackled the most in the game so both of us were super muddy. The other girls were covered in mud too because for some reason the other team tackled them too.
This game was so much fun and I felt that the focus was where it was suppose to be, on the ball scoring touchdowns. Of course each turnover I was sacked several times when my team was on the offensive. It was super awkward to tackle the guys on the other team when they had the ball, but I got a few sacks on the other team. Several pileups happened where lot's of guys were on top of me and the town's streets were littered with people just stopping and watching us play. Many were guys, but some were women. We were having lot's of fun, but I did feel some in our audience scoping out us girls to see who to rape next and it made me shiver.
Neither team really won and really what we were doing was just diving in and tackling our opponents into the mud. My hair was all matted down and muddy and near the end of the game I took off my underwear and had it hosed down of mud, some of the other girls did the same and Gerald landed on me a few times and we were super getting hurt lot's in this game. My back and butt hurt from landing in the mud so many times and I pulled my groin more than once and once was too many times. I limped out of the game and several times at the end I got smacked in the rear. It was a football thing, but it left red hand prints all over me.
Lieutenant Gerald Thomas hosed me down and until I was hosed down the other team did not realize that I was completely naked for the second half of our game. My black eye was from a well placed elbow of the last sack on me and I had a few bruised ribs from that as well. After being hosed down I hosed Lieutenant Gerald Thomas down and he stripped so that I could hose him down completely. We sat on the bench naked basking in the sun for a few minutes while the wet clothes and ourselves dried off. It felt good to be back in my uniform and have my gun fully ready as it was on the bench the entire time.
