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States of America. Though the romantic idea of adventure seeking
may have an underlying truth for some and the idea of running from something
appealing to others, the harsh realities of the Legion are for elite
professional soldiers signing on for the esprit de corps unique to the Legion
or for the chance of citizenship awarded after five years of service.
During candidate selection in
Aubagne, Cameron pushed for a position in Corsica, home of the elite Second
Foreign Parachute Regiment. That merely to try out for the elite unit
meant signing a longer hitch in the Legion with no guarantee of being accepted in
the regiment was of no consequence to Cameron. The training almost killed
Cameron, still he landed a dragon badge, and if he was looking for trouble
there was no shortage during his time as a commando.
Marie and Nicole were both
asleep before they escaped the lights of the Montreal. Cameron tilted the
rearview mirror to check on Nicole. She was sunk down in the back seat,
her head impossibly tilted against the armrest.
Gazing at the young woman,
barely a woman, sleeping in the back seat Cameron knew he was far removed from
the covert operations of his days as a soldier. Those years and that life
were put behind him when he moved to New York and opened Le Dragon Vert with
Claude where he would become known as the Dragon Chef.
This was a new kind of trouble
and Cameron was not sure that he understood. He asked himself why were
these people after such a sweet young woman? What kind of treasure could
be driving such madness? And the Rex Mundi themselves, why had he not
heard of them before? Cameron thought back, maybe he had confronted the
Rex Mundi under another name, another guise. He certainly performed many
missions against questionable shadowy groups and clandestine men. Cameron
himself was not alien to the fervor of cult mentality. ‘Viva Legionne’,
‘The Legion is our strength’. Cameron had accepted his role some would
call mercenary and never wasted a moment on the moral hazards of his
actions. To dwell on the morality of his actions, to question his orders,
Cameron never saw the point. Cameron always believed he was fighting the
good fight. He felt that way now. Cameron knew in his heart that he
was one of the good guys. To Cameron that meant that if the Rex Mundi
were fighting the bad fight, they were the bad guys. Though Cameron may
have left the Legion, he felt as compelled now as ever to fight the good fight,
to defeat the bad guys like the Rex Mundi, that much
remained the same.
* * *
* *
About four hours out of
Montreal, Cameron saw an exit for Highway 25. He turned off the freeway
and drove south. Marie stirred and then woke under the streetlamps of a
small town main street. She had awoken several times over the passed few
hours, never quite comfortable enough to stay asleep. Neither Marie nor
Nicole had asked to stop, Cameron was thankful for that.
“Where are we?” asked Marie.
“The sign said Colborne.
We’re getting close,” said Cameron. He handed Marie the scrap of paper
containing the directions and she helped navigate the next few miles of short
turns and dirt roads.
Marie could not easily make out
Pepe’s notes. She held the paper down by the light of the ashtray and
tried to decipher the last few scrawls. Cameron put his finger on the
paper and pointed at a small straight line, “I believe that is a ‘L’ meaning
left,” said Cameron.
“Then why is it not like the
others?”
Cameron moved his finger back to
the line above to see what was written.
“Look out!” yelled Marie.
Cameron looked up to see two
golden eyes above the road before them, flying toward the car. Cameron
hit the brake and the back of the car slightly fishtailed, stopping in front of
a large deer standing in the middle of the road. The deer looked across
the road, back at he car, back across the road, and then sauntered
may have an underlying truth for some and the idea of running from something
appealing to others, the harsh realities of the Legion are for elite
professional soldiers signing on for the esprit de corps unique to the Legion
or for the chance of citizenship awarded after five years of service.
During candidate selection in
Aubagne, Cameron pushed for a position in Corsica, home of the elite Second
Foreign Parachute Regiment. That merely to try out for the elite unit
meant signing a longer hitch in the Legion with no guarantee of being accepted in
the regiment was of no consequence to Cameron. The training almost killed
Cameron, still he landed a dragon badge, and if he was looking for trouble
there was no shortage during his time as a commando.
Marie and Nicole were both
asleep before they escaped the lights of the Montreal. Cameron tilted the
rearview mirror to check on Nicole. She was sunk down in the back seat,
her head impossibly tilted against the armrest.
Gazing at the young woman,
barely a woman, sleeping in the back seat Cameron knew he was far removed from
the covert operations of his days as a soldier. Those years and that life
were put behind him when he moved to New York and opened Le Dragon Vert with
Claude where he would become known as the Dragon Chef.
This was a new kind of trouble
and Cameron was not sure that he understood. He asked himself why were
these people after such a sweet young woman? What kind of treasure could
be driving such madness? And the Rex Mundi themselves, why had he not
heard of them before? Cameron thought back, maybe he had confronted the
Rex Mundi under another name, another guise. He certainly performed many
missions against questionable shadowy groups and clandestine men. Cameron
himself was not alien to the fervor of cult mentality. ‘Viva Legionne’,
‘The Legion is our strength’. Cameron had accepted his role some would
call mercenary and never wasted a moment on the moral hazards of his
actions. To dwell on the morality of his actions, to question his orders,
Cameron never saw the point. Cameron always believed he was fighting the
good fight. He felt that way now. Cameron knew in his heart that he
was one of the good guys. To Cameron that meant that if the Rex Mundi
were fighting the bad fight, they were the bad guys. Though Cameron may
have left the Legion, he felt as compelled now as ever to fight the good fight,
to defeat the bad guys like the Rex Mundi, that much
remained the same.
* * *
* *
About four hours out of
Montreal, Cameron saw an exit for Highway 25. He turned off the freeway
and drove south. Marie stirred and then woke under the streetlamps of a
small town main street. She had awoken several times over the passed few
hours, never quite comfortable enough to stay asleep. Neither Marie nor
Nicole had asked to stop, Cameron was thankful for that.
“Where are we?” asked Marie.
“The sign said Colborne.
We’re getting close,” said Cameron. He handed Marie the scrap of paper
containing the directions and she helped navigate the next few miles of short
turns and dirt roads.
Marie could not easily make out
Pepe’s notes. She held the paper down by the light of the ashtray and
tried to decipher the last few scrawls. Cameron put his finger on the
paper and pointed at a small straight line, “I believe that is a ‘L’ meaning
left,” said Cameron.
“Then why is it not like the
others?”
Cameron moved his finger back to
the line above to see what was written.
“Look out!” yelled Marie.
Cameron looked up to see two
golden eyes above the road before them, flying toward the car. Cameron
hit the brake and the back of the car slightly fishtailed, stopping in front of
a large deer standing in the middle of the road. The deer looked across
the road, back at he car, back across the road, and then sauntered
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