17 The Red Buzzard

Frits Racked his R1 rifle and fired a line in the floor past Ezbar, making him flinch at the spattering tiles and backed away from it, Koos also racked and fired past Quintin's feet, he backed up and collided with Ezbar, Naledi ran to an open door but Piet pumped his shotgun and shot a filing cabinet sending it flying sideways to block her escape, she stopped turned and attempted to take Piet down, but he drew a leg back and kicked her to the ground, placing his boot between her breasts, cocking the shotgun and aiming the still smoking barrel at her face "Easy now sexy, i don't want to blow away the rest of that pretty face"

Naledi watched the spent shotgun shell hit the ground, then furiously looked up at Piet "You fucking bastards!"

"Wha...! What's going on here!?" Ezbar yelled.

"Anyone move a little too quick to my liking! And we send you six feet under! Am i understood!?" Koos yelled.

"But! why!?" Quintin yelled.

"The blueprints, where are they?" Koos said aiming the R1 at Ezbar, he lifted his arms.

"I! You know i cant just give them to you General, they're confidential, military secrets!"

Koos lifted his rifle and squeezed the trigger towards the roof, the R1 with gas chamber fully closed powerfully fired its seven point six two round and blew a huge chunk of concrete out making it fall to the ground in a plume of dust "The next poes who utters the words 'Confidential!' Will meet his fokkin maker! The only thing i want to hear next! Is the location of those blueprints! Am i clear!" He screamed, silencing Ezbar and Quintin.

Naledi tried to get Piet's foot off her chest but he gave her a stomp "Easy now sussa"

"Frits go check in that filing cabinets back there solong" Koos said.

"Copy" Frits went over and used the back of his rifle to bust off the locks, then continued to go through the paperwork.

"I don't get it!? You're the good guys!! you're our national defence force! youre not the criminals!?" Ezbar panicked.

"Sorry doc, but you're design on the weapons are a little lousy, take for instance this R1 rifle" He held the weapon up "Yes, its very powerful, but it jams if you dont keep it clean and well oiled. If you just made the ejection chamber a little bigger, and modified it with a different alloy, it wont jam so much, but no! build it quick, get it done, send it off, you roll around in the money! and we get stuck with it's fokkin problems on the border!"

"I can fix it! i swear!"

"Nothing here General" Frits said.

"That's a shame" Koos replied and aimed at Ezbar again" last chance doc! tic tok tic tok! You don't want me to show you how powerful an R1 really is! trust me!"

"But its confidential! i could go to jail for handing you..." Ezbar couldn't even finish his sentence when Koos shot his leg clean off by the knee, he wailed and fell to the ground.

"Fuck! Are you crazy!?" Quintin yelled.

"Next time! I'll aim a little higher! And castrate that poes!"

"Ok! Ok! its in the next room! there's a walk in safe! The combination is seven seven six one one, i swear thats the truth! In there is a black plastic box! That's where i keep them!" Ezbar cried in agony.

"Go check it Frits" Koos said and Frits left.

"Why?" Naledi asked Piet personally.

Piet smiled at her "We have our own reasons sussa"

"You could have told me, i would have helped you"

"No, you must help Ezbar and Quintin, whilst we do our own thing for now"

Koos was impressed at how Piet caught on with his and Frits's plan, they didn't even tell him what they were going to do, he just went along like it was normal prosedure. Frits came into the room with the box and opened it.

"Bingo!" He said opening a scroll "Heres the print for the R1 right off the bat"

"Good, now Ezbar, were can we make copies?" Koos asked aiming again.

"Far back corner!" He moaned, Quintin was bussy making a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

"I dont get it!? why go through all this trouble just to make copies!?" Naledi yelled.

"The good doctor will continue his work, there are men out there who need his weapons, we just want the prints to make some modifications"

"Fok Koos, look at this" Frits held up a blueprint of a helicopter, but it was sleekly designed, and looks like it carried weapons.

"What's this!?" Koos asked.

Ezbar peeked through his teared eyes "Thats unfinished blueprints for a new helicopter gunship called the Rooivalk"

"Rooivalk?"

"Yes, it was supposed to replace the Alouette and the Impala at once, taking on both their role's"

"Bliksem! im making a copy of this aswell" Frits said.

"You see, there's another problem you have doc, multi rolling a weapon keeps costs down, but hinders its true potential. Take the Ratel for instance, making it an IFV was good thanks to its agility, but since it can out maneuver a tank, why not better its upgrades so it can face a tank?"

"Thats what i did with the Ratel ninety!"

"Its a Ratel twenty with a Eland armored car's turret fitted to it! thats it! nothing done to it further!"

"But anything more would be too costly, and it will hinder the performance of the Ratel all together!"

"Exactly costly, always fokkin costly, while men die on the border. Don't worry doc, well show you what well do with the Ratel, then well talk again"

"Got it all Koos"

"Excellent! lets fokoff" Koos said backing away after Frits left with the copies "Remember doc, were keeping these plans safe, no one but us will have it" He said and disappeared out of the room. Piet lifted his foot off Naledi's chest "No one move, or ill blow you away, if i see movement as we leave, death will come for you"

"I promise you! i will find you, you can't hide from me!" Naledi said sitting up.

"Im counting on that sweet cheeks" Piet winked and disappeared.

When it was finally safe, Quintin took Ezbar's arm "Come doc, we need to get you to a hospital quickly"

"No, were in the middle of the Kalahari dessert, there are no hospitals around for miles, in the room next door are all my medical equipment, take me there"

Quintin lifted Ezbar up and quickly carried him around, Naledi closely followed "Im going to have to sow my leg together, its going to take a while, if i pass out from bloodloss, inject me with adrenaline over there in that med kit" Ezbar said as Quintin placed him on an operating table.

***

"Did you see the way he went down boys! He fell back and his leg fell forward, i almost couldn't handle my laughter" Piet said as they were once again heading south.

"Fokker asked for it, Frits, hand me the papers for the Ratel" Koos said and Frits gave it, as he himself was checking a blueprint for the sattelite gps computer he always carried, something caught his eye making him frown. He then took a tiny toolbox out of his bag and opened up the back of the computer, after fiddling a while he closed it up, and restarted it, a smile came to his face.

"What is it Frits?" Koos asked.

"There were all sorts of chip's in its motherboard, limiting it to only being a satellite gps system, now that i removed those chip's i can basically do with it what you can do with any computer, and since it works through satellite, i can access all sorts of military information all over South Africa"

"Sounds interesting"

"It is, I'll snoop around here a bit and see... wait a minuite"

"What?"

"Look at this shit! According to this info, a Rooivalk is already been built and ready for its test phase, but its hidden under its English name, The Red Buzzard"

"But didn't Ezbar say its blueprints aren't finished yet?"

"Yes, but here is one, done and dusted"

"Where?"

"Ysterplaat air force base"

Koos rubbed his beard "Someone bullshitted the good doctor, and i can think of only one person"

"Cleopatra"

"Yes, see if you can find out who are the main investers in that thing"

Frits typed away "Confirmed, Cleopatra Anubis"

"Shit, it looks like shell do anything to wipe the wolves out on the next moon, even build an advanced attack helicopter"

"What do we do?"

"Isn't it obvious Frits...? we're going to go steal it"

***

It was a painstaking process, Ezbar fainted a few times, and Quintin had to resuscitate him, but eventually he got his wound closed and he collapsed breathless on the bed.

"Shit doctor, i tip my hat to you, that must have been awful" Quintin said.

"Horrid son, and what's worse, its been done by a rifle i created"

Quintin chuckled "Murphy's law i guess"

"Now, we must proceed with the next phase son, the moon is in two nights, and we need to make sure you're up for it" Ezbar said sitting up. Quintin nodded.