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Blood of Patriots: Interlude

Port Maria, Jamaican Democratic Republic
Colonel Winston Grant Jamaican Republican Army

"Ah, feck it," Grant muttered under his breath, advancing on the noisier of the two commandos, "listen Lieutenant, go home and tell whatever career desk jockey that thought sending a God damned pair of condescending lieutenants would convince me to allow him to station a pack of imperialist thugs in Jamaica to soak his damn head. Allowing Charles to put any of you yankee pricks on Jamaica is like fighting fire with a God damned tsunami! Do you think ol’ Chucky boy would let Iranian or Colombian special forces run around Houston or Los Angeles?”
“Personally, sir, I have my doubts,” Lieutenant Colonel Ingram said, cutting off whatever the Imp was about to say.
“I’d agree, Lieutenant Colonel, ” Grant said, “Say, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare port laying around for this yank freighter to dock at?”
“You're looking at it, sir.”
“That’s right, this single small dock in this shallow bay is the only ‘port’ we have right now,” Grant said, turning back to the Northerner, "Kingston Port is rubble and I don't currently have the manpower to take Montego Bay from a brigade of the enemy's elite air cav.”
“Doesn’t matter, sir,” Ingram chimed in again, “that freighter’s probably just bait for Princess Alina’s trigger happy little speed boats to blow up.”
"It wouldn’t surprise me, Lieutenant Colonel and it doesn't surprise me that Chucky wants war with Carlos, Britannian dictators have always lusted after the Panama Canal and this would be a good reason to seize it," Grant continued, cutting the commando off, again, "but you're using the deaths of our women and children to justify killing his women and children, and taking his stuff; all while dangling a literal boatload of empty promises in front of us in hope that the Kommies blow it up."
“Which is a little screwed up, but I kinda like the idea of the Yanks and Kommies killing each other," Ingram interjected.
"They're going to need to do it on someone else's island though," Grant said, spinning to face the commander of the soldiers he brought with him to Port Maria, "Captain, if dumb and dumber are still here in ten minutes, kill them and take their stuff."
"Yes sir," the Captain said, turning to the sergeant to relay the order.
"Lieutenant Colonel," Grant continued, turning to Ingram, "if any more of these Imperial jackboot pricks show up, treat them the same way you'd treat the Kommies. Pass that order to the other militia commanders."
"Yes, sir," Ingram answered.
“You gentlemen enjoy your boat trip home,” Grant said, turning and walking away.