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A Clockwork Dragon
Chapter One
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Lieutenant Wade Rielly ran off the back of the C-130 into
Camp Justice. His mind was consumed with worry. Worry
that he would drop his M4 rifle and embarrass himself,
worry that his Army Combat Uniform was to bright and
unblemished. Worried that he brought too much, worriedthat he brought too little. Most of all, he was worried he
would never make it out of Iraq.
The camp resembled nothing more to him than the
beachfront of Santa Monica, if constructed out of tractor
trailer boxes. The ground was loose and slippery under
his feet, from loose, soft, sand, the kind you would
normally find at a beach volleyball court. The sun was
bright, so bright. He fumbled in a grenade pouch and
brought out a pair of Oakley sunglasses. He was instantly
gratified by the sudden muting of the glare. Still, the sun
shone down hot, and the sky was as bright as he had
every seen it.
Suddenly he realized he was alone. There had only been
two other soldiers with him on the airplane, an
overweight staff sergeant who worked in supply, and
another lieutenant. Neither one of them had said much.
Both of them had recognized him as an FNG, or fucking
new guy, and kept their distance. And now both weregone, in directions Rielly could not see. He looked
around, lost. He was vaguely aware of looking foolish,
and his cheeks started to burn. The green duffel bag on
his back grew heavy, he heaved upwards on the straps.
A group of enlisted passed. He saw their faces, young,
grimy. He suddenly remembered officer s chool. They
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were supposed to salute. He raised his hand to stop
them.
“Hey.”
A young specialist, E-4. Turned and stopped. He looked
to be around fifteen, with a smooth face and a prominent
adams apple.
“Sir?” He asked.
It suddenly hit Rielly. This was a combat zone. You didn’t
ask your men to salute in a combat zone, theconsequences could be fatal. How could he be so stupid,
not to remember that?
“Sir?” The specialist asked, again.
“Which way is first Rangers?”
“Its that way.” The soldier pointed behind him. “Past the
hesco’s and the burning shitters. Bot before the hangers
for the helo’s.”
“Thanks.” Rielly said, before adding “Specialist.”
Already his head swam. Hesco’s? why would shitters
burn? He heard the men laughing, as they walked away.
When he walked past the trailers he saw for his own
eyes. The Orcs were there, stirring something that
smelled like excrement and kerosene. They were
disgustingly ugly, with mottled grey skin and yellow
fangs. His hand instinctively went for his rifle, then
stopped. This was, after all, their country.
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“Hez bak no lar.” The Orc snarled. Rielly lowered his
head and said nothing. Over his shoulder he looked at
the flag patch velcroed on his left shoulder. The silver
tree and the seven stars. Was this, after all, just another
crusade?
“Lieutenant Rielly!”
A solder walked up. His hands were tucked into the top
part of his vest, he had a thick beard and smoked a
cigarette. He wore a different helmet than Rielly, a green
one with attachments and no cloth cover.
“Hez bak no lar.” The orc said again.
“No lar hez bak.” The soldier said back. “Hey lieutenant,
Sergeant Mullanix. Lets get you checked in.”
“What did you say to him?” Rielly asked, once the orcs
were safely out of earshot.
“Blood be with you.” Mullanix said. “It’s a greeting.”
“Sounds pretty rough.”
“Blood means a lot to the gob-heads.” Mullanix said. “Its
part of their religion, its in everything they do.”
Rielly lowered his head. He had heard that before. Why
didn’t he remember it? With Ranger school and officer
school, he hadn’t much time to study orcish. What kind
of leader was he, to make that kind of error? Was he any
kind of leader at all?
Colonel Miers sat at a desk in a conex trailer while Rielly
stood in front of him. He thought that he should stand at
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attention, then thought differently, as it would prove
difficult with his bags. Behind the Colonel was a large
commemorative poster of the September attacks. Atop
the World Trade Center Towers the black outline of a
dragon stood, breathing its fire. Rielly imagined what itmust have been like on that day, to be working in on
office and suddenly seeing that shrieking metal monster
coming through the window, turning the world to flame.
“Lieutenant Rielly.” The Colonel said. “What the fuck are
you doing here?”
“Sir?” Rielly replied.
“What the fuck is the army doing, sending me a
butterbar?”
Rielly felt cold sweat running down the back of his neck.
“You got an answer, lieutenant?”
“This is where the Army sent me, sir.” Rielly answered.