Name: Koja Donevin<br/>Age: 25<br/>Employment: Ex-military/Trucker<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Koja2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>His semi-truck:<a class="postlink" href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f293/LiaMonroe/7b7adb1ac4f0f09af5ab44ba58f3f1d8_zps3c8224ff.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Kojaâ€™s mind was on the past. He was stopped up a hill that most men couldnâ€™t have manuevered an eighteen wheeler up onto. Then again...most men didnâ€™t have his special forces training. He was a Navy SEAL. One of the higher ranking ones. Ones who were in a sense nonexistant while in other locations. Closest comparision to what he was and had done...is he could be equated to a government spy. Such information on him was classified and if any requested information on his military career all they would be given is a falsified documentation of a high ranking military officer of the Navy personel. Even then most of the files are blacked out in areas. Pics are censored. Areas marked classified and blocked. Yet they showed quite a few of the places he had actually been. Yet a lot of them had been left off the list. The â€œghostâ€ missions he had taken.<br/><br/>He shook his head and began doing maitenance checks on the inside of the large semi-truck part of his eighteen wheeler. The back half of the semi-truck part was converted into a small bed and couch area. Very small but big enough for sleeping in while on the road. He finished his checks and locked the doors. Climbing over the center console and into the back. He was dead tired. He need to get a few hours sleep. Good thing he wasnâ€™t an employee of someone else...he owned his trucking company. It was a small franchise he owned. He worked hard at it and the money he made bought him a nice house off mainland in Hawaii. He spent most of his time now in the truck, on the road, or in a hotel or motel. He never touched the wealth his family kept trying to force his way. He gave them an account to send it to but his personal account was a much smaller one. He shook his head as he thought about the things his family said to him.<br/><br/>â€œHeh...you never can please those of high society...so there is no reason to try.â€ He said with a sleepy voice and a sleepy chuckle. Taking off his white shirt and dropped it to the floor. The overhead light hitting his skin in just the right combonation in sync with the shadows outside the ring of light...that it made his light caramel tanned and muscular torso seem to ripple and shimmer with each movement and breath he took. He laided down and flipped the switch. Closing his eyes as just the sounds of nature soothed him to sleep.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">~Summer. July Eighth 1700.  Somewhere, South Korea.~<br/><br/>Koja was dressed in cargo pants and a white shirt. The vest under it but lightweight enough to go underwater. They were flying overhead in their jet plane. He had on their special com links made to survive underwater. He was looking down. The war zone underneath them. The clouds were not just of air and water but smoke, dust and debre. He looked around and to his men. Silently signing to prepare. He checked on his weapons and tools. Everything standardized for water proof. He was going in solo style and they were dropping further in. He was to help them in their mission. He was the leader and also the only one in this platoon who technically did not exist. Not at the moment anyways. He waited for the right moment.<br/><br/>The mighty, boomingly explosive, ominous sounds chorusing down below. The smell of sulfer and c-4 rising with the darkening sky. It was night and becoming darker still with the dark smoldering domes of ghostly mist with sinister smog filling the air above the heads of both military and civilian below. There was so many civilian casualties. It dug in deep but he had to hide it all. The enemy were firing blindly into the night air. He could see the sparks caused by the bullets recochettign off the bullet proof plating on their jet plane. This was a dangerous leap of faith but it must be done. This would be a turning point in the war. They were here but technically and as far as the world knew...they were not.<br/><br/>The time came to jump. He didnâ€™t even bother to say anything. A movement of his hand and with a leap of faith he dove into the air. Free falling and moving his body towards where his scanner had said the water was. Worse case scenario was he missed and it would all be over. He knew he wouldnâ€™t. Deep down. It was impossible to tell until he made contact with whatever surface he met below. It felt like forever that he fell through the air. Bullets ripping past him and booms exploding out around them. His focus was not on the close calls that he was having but on the mission.<br/><br/>He knew his objective was to infiltrate through the underwater pipe entrance and go through the base. Insert the virus and make it back out the way he came in after overriding the security. It would be a fairly easy mission but it would have great importance later on. He felt the icy cold water cascade around him as he used the flat bag of the parachute he wasnâ€™t going to use to break the water surface tension as he then pushed through it. Letting go of the bag and began to swim. He could hold his breath underwater a long time. He could see underwater even if it was blurry and watery. He was trained for these sort of things. He was damn good at it too.<br/><br/>Swimming through the underwater currents until he spotted the open pipe sticking out the underwater cavern wall of the land surrounding the body of water he had dived into just about three moments before. He swam into the metalic pipeline hole in the rock wall. Swimming through the pipe like cylinders and then swam up until he reached his first barrier. He held his breath and pulled out a tool and began to undo the screws preventing it from opening. Letting the removed screws drift like a leaf in a watery downwards to the bottom. Soon as they were out of the way he pried open the grate. Pushing it up and over slowly to make as little noise as possible. Once open he moved on to pulling himself up and into the stoned area he was now in. water dripping down the outfit now fitting to his form. He began to military crawl across the ground and through the foot and five inch high tunnel he was now in to get through the small areas leading into the corridor. He needed to do this as quickly and quietly as possible. Failure...was not an option.<br/><br/>He continued military crawling as he went extremely slow yet quickly as possibly could while keep his movements as silent as possible. The minimal amount of noise made the easier this was going to be. He kept moving. Following the sounds of footsteps and the occasional murmer of Korean conversation. He then turned in the direction that made the voices sound further away. He crawled until he found what seemed to be an opening into darkness. He listened and heard the noticable thrum of the heating and cooling equipment for the building. According to the moleâ€™s intel, if he hadnâ€™t been playing them which was a risk they would have to take, this was the room they needed to enter and leave from. Well here went nothing but everything.<br/><br/>He moved himself into the small foot and three inch wide space behind the different machines used to cool and heat everything from air to water in this building. Pulling himself fully out behind it and moved away from there before beginning to slow motion push up to get to standing. Slowly he moved up until he was on his hands and knees doggy style. Freezing and listened. Satisfied there was not even the squeaking of a mouse he pushed up until he was standing with body up in a bit of an arch with tips of fingers and toes holding himself up. Freezing and listened again just in case he needed to drop into hiding once more. Nothing. Absolute silence. Not the silence that was just too silent you knew there was something wrong it was just the right amount of normal undisturbed by others silence. He pushed up with his fingers and quickly rebalanced himself until he was fully standing.<br/><br/>His back moved to the wall behind him as he listened. Doing a sideways wall crawl as he moved down the wall behind the equipment. Stopping as he got to the space where the machines opened up into the rest of the room. Using the deeper and darker shadows he was in to take his time and listen for danger. None. Silence. Nothing amiss. Satisfied he moved as quietly as he could through the room. He took a small penlight and used the cylinderical device that looked much like a pencil which had no point and no eraser. Pressing the end of it to use the tiny amount of light away from cracks to see his way to the door handle. Spotting it and getting his hand on it the light went off and away. His ear pressed to the door and listened. Slowly, oh so very, very slowly, he turned the handle to twist it so the door would open without causing the slightest bit of squeaking.<br/><br/>Once fully where he could open the door without the handle making a noise he stopped and listened again. He then slowly inched the door open. Listening for the door make even the slightest creak into the air which would betray his presence. Thankfully...not a sound. Opening the door enough to slip out he kept the knob twisted. Twisting his form until his body was bent arm behind him and his back towards the door so that he could slip out the door with him facing the area outside it. Slipping out the door he moved his other arm and grasped the outer door handle which was still twisted by his slightly painfully bent arm in a twisted open position. Once his free hand now held the twisted knob with his hand he pulled his other arm out and into a more relaxed positioning. Silently pulling the door closed. When door met frame he slowly untwisted the knob so it would click completely closed and back into place without the slightest sound to give away it having done so.<br/><br/>Moving along the wall he pulled his small military pistol, equipped with silencer, and took it into his right hand. Safety off and held against his side. His back stood to the wall as he made his way slowly through the halls. Sticking to the shadows that lined this hallway as much as he could. Using his surroundings to his advantage while he could. He moved through the halls and at each corner stopped to listen and peer around the corner. He waited when there was danger he stayed still with his back pressed into the wall near the edge of the corner. Listening and then watched with peers every now and then. Things seemed to be running smoothly until he got to the room whose symbol he had been told meant that it was the intelligence mainframe.<br/><br/>He looked up at the metal sign sticking out from the roof above and near it | ì§€ëŠ¥ ì½”ì–´ | (Intelligence Core). Finally...his destination. Inside he heard conversations about going to get food. From what he heard two voices. Thus a small room as the mole had informed him it was. Entering the room once the military dressed Korean male left. Waiting a good five minutes after he was gone and entered the room. He saw the last soldier at the computer turn around and go for gun and alarm...there was no hesitation. His gun rose and shot the man point blank without any sign of reaction to the fact he just blew a manâ€™s brains out. Moving on he pulled the body out of the chair and took out the disk from his deep pockets. Opening the case and inserted the disk. Hacking the system before uploading and activating the virus. Last step before pulling out as fast and silently as possible...steal the file on a corrupt Korean general who switched sides.<br/><br/>File Name: General Gui Hu Kwan<br/>File Image Clip: <a class="postlink" href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02282/Ri-Yong-ho_2282347b.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Gui Hu Kwan<br/>Age: 78<br/>Rank: General<br/>Important Information: Turned traitor and switched alliances to the side against the United States<br/><br/>~Other information encrypted.~<br/><br/>Downloading it he then left with the image of the Korean General in his mind. Now to escape without sounding alarm and...</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br/><br/>A loud boom of thunder sent him jolting up. His hand instinctively shooting for a military AK-47 that just wasnâ€™t there. He stopped as the dream faded from his eyes and his heart was thudding with a rhythmatic drumming within his ears. It relaxed. Sometimes...the war never leaves you. Even when you yourself...leave the war. He shook his head and moved going into his very small bathroom and showered. Coming out in not but a towel and bent over. Pulling open a drawer build into the couch. Dressing in cargo pants and a tank top. It was going to be a hot day...once the storms passed by. Messing with his hair using just his fingers he moved back into the front of the truck. Stretching and yawned. He really needed to get something to eat. More importantly...he needed to do his morning workout once he got to a hotel or something.<br/><br/>He leaned over to the passenger side and opened the dashboard. Pulling out a comb and used the rearview mirror to straighten out his hair. It was nowhere near as pristine as those days in the military but at least now it looked well groomed. Before it was a spastic wild and untamed mass of silken strands. He put the comb back and shut it. He turned and leaned around the seat. Standing up and went into the small mini home on the go. Straightening it up. It was good for a place when not near a hotel of some kind but it was nowhere near big enough or complete enough to be where he stayed 24/7. No kitchen and the area was cramped. The water for the shower came from a refiltering and cleansing project he and his buddy Simon had created overseas. Simon doing most of the sciencey things. Him just doing the mechanics. He shook his head and looked to the heavens. He had been a good man and an even greater friend and ally. He missed the guy.<br/><br/>Shaking his head he neatly folded the covers into a smooth and neat rectangle. Smoothing out the sheet and made up the mini bed. Then laid the covers at the base of it neatly. Yet another sign that you can take the man out of the military but you canâ€™t take the military out of the man. Once his makeshift home on the go was perfectly clean he went back to the driverâ€™s seat. Taking a seat and began to do checks. Satisfied he was all good he started up the truck. Looking in the rearview mirror he backed his eighteen wheeler down the hill very, very slowly and out onto the road again. Turning the wheel to the left so that he could get completely centered he was off again.<br/><br/>Soon as he was on the open road he was singing. He had a very beautiful singing voice. He had a radio sure but he prefered to make his own music instead of singing to someone elseâ€™s tunes and voice. He took a left onto the main road and followed it for several miles before it forked off onto the interstate. He turned the big eighteen wheeler with skill onto the fork leading onto the northbound Interstate 66. He had been singing and traveling for a good seven miles when he spotted a form up there. It went from downpouring rain to a muggy murky heat. He sighed and knew it was going to be a hot one. Well...if it didnâ€™t rain again.<br/><br/>When he got closer to the form he saw a young woman, couldnâ€™t have been more than seventeen to nineteen, standing on the side of the road with her thumb up trying to hitch a ride. His heart plummeted as he thought of the horrible things that could happen to a young woman her age by doing that. His instincts, and military training, wouldnâ€™t let him keep driving. If she was going to hitch a ride she needed to hitch a ride with someone safe. He would assume himself safe as he wasnâ€™t going to attack her. His first instincts were to protect her. His second were to question why she was hitchhiking on the Interstate so far from any actual city. His concern, even though he already knew the minute he saw her he was going to stop, made him hit the brakes.<br/><br/>The truck made a train like whistle screech sound as it pushed to slow and stop unexpectedly. This big old trucks werenâ€™t made for rushed stops like this but it could do it. The semi-truck part of his eighteen wheeler came to a complete stop a few feet ahead of her. Leaving the truck running he unlocked both doors and got out. Walking around the front of the truck to the girl. â€œMaâ€™am? Needing a ride?â€ He said. He gave her a warm smile. â€œLetâ€™s get you on up in the truck. Not safe for a young lady like yourself to be walking roads and hitching rides from strangers.â€ He held out his hand. â€œI am Koja Donevin. I am an ex-Navy officer. It is a pleasure to meet you.â€<br/><br/>He looked at her. â€œLet me take your bag for you. What is your name?â€ He asked. When they shook hands he let her hand go and went over to the truck. Opening  the passenger side door before walking back over to her. He held out his hand for her bag and to help her up into the truck. â€œIâ€™ll help you up there maâ€™am.â€ He said with a warm and caring smile. He laughed a bit. â€œIt is a bit of a distance from the ground to the inside of the truck. Iâ€™ll make it easier on you to get up in there. Alright?â€ he said. His tone kind, concerned, warm and caring. He looked her over. She seemed out of sorts but he couldnâ€™t place it. â€œAre you alright maâ€™am?â€ If she didnâ€™t want to talk about it...heâ€™d not push her. Heâ€™d let her get used to him and trust him. She could talk about it on her own time but he was worried.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ih7Zh9YduRo"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/Ih7Zh9YduRo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>(his voice and what he is singing this time)