<strong>Agent Mackenzie – Khe Sahn</strong><br/><br/>Although a very real twinge of fear ran through Agent Mackenzie as he watched the bright flashes of light going off in the distance, he would not let it show. From all reports he could gather, things had just gone completely to hell. Laos was full of smoking craters. Reports coming in revealed the thoroughness of the attack. Every road, every bridge, every railway, every backwards trail through the jungle had been hit. With one simultaneous attack, just about all movement through the entire country had been halted.<br/><br/>Behind him he could hear the hurried voices of Khe Sahn’s command staff, desperately trying to find ways of moving troops across the border and failing. At this point, the air was the only mode of travel open to them, and that was their domain. Whoever ‘they’ are. Still, it wasn’t the military’s problems that occupied the mind of the CIA operative, but his own. His orders had come in quietly, in the form of a telex.<br/><br/>He was going to Vientiane, right into the heart of the attack zone, to search for a pair of lost strays. To be honest, he wasn’t quite as annoyed as he could have been about being sent on what pretty much amounted as a suicide mission. He knew next nothing about the Australian Rawlinson and honestly didn’t give much of a fuck. But Etienne Gervais, was a name that whispered to him from his own personal history. He would go where he was sent, but somehow going after a friend from the past made it a little easier to swallow.<br/><br/>“Captain,” Mac spoke, for the first time in an hour as he turned to regard one of the Marine company commanders huddled around a map of Laos.<br/>“I’ve been ordered to commandeer a squad of Marines and a chopper for an operation.” Before the man could challenge the statement, Mac made the appropriate security codes available to the man. “I request Sergeant Fields and his men. I’ve worked with them before. Have them meet me at the helipad as soon as possible. As well I want the pilot who calls himself “Crackpot” ready to fly within the hour.”<br/><br/>Not in the mood for even the smallest of conversations, Mac turned and left the command area and headed back to his office. It was highly unlikely that he’d be returning from this mission and there were a few messages he wanted to make sure were sent before he died.<br/>