194 Ambrosia Cartel: Part 1

"AND WE ALL SING ALONG!" The flashback ended abruptly as Lynn stopped drinking and started speaking nonsense.

Patrick's reaction was appropriate. He frowned his eyes as the flashback ended. Lynn's eyes had reddened and her nose had reddened too. It seemed that she drank too much of that wine that the other contractors gave to them.

Aline walked past them, she saw both of them were dead drunk while sitting on the edge of the main base. Aline took Lynn away and made sure that she went for her bed since she was dead drunk.

However, Patrick was left alone on the edge of that floating platform. Aline didn't have to move him since he was not as drunk as Lynn. However, Patrick's drunkenness was not light either. He could start saying gibberish at any moment.

Patrick stood up from the ground. He needed to go to his own room. There was Alex who was standing by near the entrance to the lower floor of the main base. He noticed that Patrick had difficulties in walking.

Alex ran in his direction to help him. "Damn man, you messed up." Alex helped Patrick walked back to his room, but before he knew it, Patrick had vomited 

and it wasn't an ordinary vomit. The vomit was very red with chunks of something. Patrick fell to the ground shortly after that.

Alex quickly carried him on his back and brought him to the hangar so he could be treated. There was no medical quarter yet in this base so Aline's office was located right on the C-5 Galaxy itself where the supplies for the contractors were stocked there.

In there, Aline was treating Lynn who was almost unconscious due to alcohol poisoning. Remembering those memories must have taken a lot of alcohol since according to Stacy, there were six bottles of wine in the upper deck and they were all drunk by these two.

"Alright. Bring him here." Aline told Alex to put Patrick on the bed.

***

Wednesday, 26th of June 2021. SDC Main Base. 0600 Hours.

Patrick was laying down on the hospital bed that was placed inside of the lower deck. The bed was placed in a tent that Aline used as a makeshift medical room. He had an IV bag attached to his hand since he was poisoned by alcohol last night.

"Hmm, don't do it again ok, Patrick," Aline said.

She told him that his blood was intoxicated by the blood washing machine that he brought from the bunker that was located in the old town. That blood washing machine purpose filtered the alcohol content and pumped fresh blood into Patrick's bloodstream.

Lynn was sleeping on his lap all the time. She seemed to be worrying that Patrick would have some kind of symptoms after drinking that much alcohol. Technically speaking, he did have the symptoms of alcohol overdose, but it didn't mean that he would die either.

Once he got out of the tent, however, he saw his team leader was briefing some of the other contractors. They were the tank crews in particular. Patrick didn't have any idea why would Nathan need the tank crew for an operation. However, if one thought hard enough, one would know that Nathan's real intention was to recruit as many members as possible.

Nathan noticed Patrick's presence and told him to get his own body over there. And so Patrick walked and approached Nathan, Patrick didn't like the idea of being called just after he was discharged from the medbay. Patrick protested, "I just got discharged from a medical facility and you told me to do another job. What the hell, Nathan?" 

"Hey, this is just a simple mission. All you have to do is tranquilizing the member of the Ambrosia cartel and capture them so we have more troops for our base. It's very simple isn't it?" Nathan said as he dismissed the tank crews.

"Sorry, but I can't tag along," Patrick said. 

"Who said you'll be taking that job. No, Patrick, you'll take another job involving investigating the trace of the Ambrosia cartel in Mexico. You'll go there with Lynn, fain enough?" Nathan smiled, teasing them. Patrick appreciated that effort and so did Lynn, but they really didn't have the way to enter Mexico with the exception of using the C-5 or the F-15. 

Patrick nodded and Lynn had changed into her piloting uniform. "Great, there's also a suspicious unidentified flying object in the north. Do you mind checking it for us?" Nathan asked.

"Sure thing, Nathan," Lynn said.

Patrick changed into his pilot loadout and both of them walked to the F-15 that was parked in the hangar. The F-15 was there with all of its glory, unlike Patrick's Sukhoi which was broken due to the fault in the runway of the main base itself. 

Both of them climbed into the fighter jet and Lynn started the engine for the fighter jet. The two main engines of the F-15 started spinning faster and faster. Eventually, it reached its maximum speed and the jet was ready to be used. Lynn taxied the jet into the nearest ram and the ram was lifted to the upper deck of the main base.

In the upper deck, the other contractors were training as usual. Some of them were running. Some of them were shooting. Even some of them were doing a friendly battle exercise since they had an equal skillset more or less.

Lynn pushed the throttle of the fighter jet forwards and both of them took off from the ground. The sky was blue and the cloud was thin. It was a perfect day for a flight. Patrick turned on his HMD visor so he could see the target that they would be shooting down. Lynn flew the jet in full afterburner to reach the target area quickly.

They both hoped that the thing that they would meet was just a passenger plane and nor a fighter jet nor a real UFO. The jet's speed was 2800km/h and was two times faster than the speed of sound. The fighter jet was loaded with AMRAAM missiles most of the time since those missiles were the most useful missile against air targets.

As both of them flew, neither of them noticed that there was something odd in the sky that Nathan had clearly pointed. There was no cover in form of clouds and smog, but there was still nothing. There was nothing in the coordinates that Nathan gave.

Both of them gained the conclusion that there wasn't any unidentified flying object around the area. It might be just an error from the radar. They decided to continue their trip to Mexico where they could find a new member for their small mercenary group. Lynn turned off the afterburner of her fighter jet and she asked some questions about what she told when she was drunk.

Patrick lied. He told Lynn that Lynn was telling about his childhood stories when her parents were still there. He didn't want Lynn to remember that tragedy again and became another drunk retard. Well, to be honest, Patrick doubts the accuracy of the story that she had told him. He might ask Nathan for some confirmation.

Nevertheless, the clouds moved very fast as the plane was moving so quickly. Match 3 of the F-15 made the trip quite short. It only took them minutes to reach a Mexican international airport. All they had to do was to ask for permission from the air traffic controller in that airport. So Lynn asked them to land.

In the meantime, Patrick fiddled around with the infrared camera of the F-15. That camera gave a very clear image even though the image was located miles away from where they were flying. However, Patrick didn't care too much about the white dots that he saw in the jungle. It could be smugglers, but well, Patrick didn't have too much idea about it.

The plane gain access to the Mexican airspace and they landed there. Their hangar was hangar number 12th. The hangar used to be used by the military, but it was not accessible if not for eh permit that they had. It was written that the contractors had the private rights to use any hangar that they wanted. It was just the scale of what the contractors could do. They could do more, but the plane had to land first. The plane touched the Mexican ground at 7.30 A.M.