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Revenge of Yayo Che

by @theironfelix

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.

The scream of two missiles was what drew her attention. By then it was too late to do anything but curl up and pray. The twin explosions flashed a brightness on her closed eyelids followed a fraction of a moment later by deafening booms, searing heat and a disorienting shock-wave. The debris of the destroyed helicopters rained down -deadly hot fiery jagged pieces, bringing death to hapless soldiers in mid air. Human mind is not capable of withstanding such multiple shocks and began to shut down; however her survival instinct was aggressive. It swamped all senses, clawing on to consciousness with a savage fervor. What she did and how she got to the ground even she did not remember coherently. But she was on the jungle floor hiding among tree roots when she passed out.

When she woke up the jungle around her was smoldering from the fiery rain, all her equipment was lost except the pack of plastique in her jacket pocket. Yet as she huddled behind a tree the thought nagging her mind were those blue nosed missiles with six guide fins she had glimpsed before all hell broke loose. YES! They were the new e-hawk series, a formidable ground to ground and ground to air missile system. 5 times more powerful than the Stinger- it was a heat seeking missile with a programmable radar guided system. The launch vehicle was mid sized, with a battery carrying 12 missiles behind a two man cab. She had seen it yesterday at the U.S. secret base 12 miles inside the border. Someone had sold it or the General had taken over the base- whatever the case El Día de Juicio! was dead.

There maybe a chance if the missiles were not programmed. Her eyes filled with tears when the memory of Yayo Che flooded her mind. He was talking about the courage and discipline needed to keep peace, "Guerillas have to be lucky only once, for the attack to be devastating." She crawled away renewed with purpose. The blood and dirt and ashes hiding her from casual eyes. Luck finally turned when she hid near the armed gate. An explosion at the wall about a hundred meters away followed by shouts and gunfire. The guards all hurrying to help left a lone sentry whom she killed with ease, taking his gun and uniform. Inside she climbed up the wall to scope the area for the e-hawk. It took 15 minutes for her to plant the plastique and get to the e-hawk. She was able to shoot the two of the three sentries posted there, taking a bullet in the gut herself. The general alarm sounded as she crawled into the cab, her bloody hands slipping time and again. Sitting up was a world of pain as she saw the simple system of aim and fire. Aiming the missiles at the palatial main building where the General would be with his close aides. She checked her watch, 20 seconds for the plastique to blow into a hot blaze.

The men and jeeps were racing to her position when the blast shook the main building. Her life blood leaked from her mouth in rivulets even as the lips curled upwards; she pressed the launch button for all the missiles at a go. For Yayo Che.

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