He was wearing a tight, black, body suit and a mask that covered everything but his eyes. His outfit was so completely un-Roman that at first I thought it was Helena, but I knew it couldn’t be. The person before me was clearly a man, a head shorter than I, and very skinny, but judging from the force of his tackle, made of solid muscle. The man had to be a Roman, one whose fashion sense conflicted with everything I knew about his culture. The man looked like a ninja as he adopted a fighting stance with his knees bent and his arms out in front of him protectively.
Who was this guy?
Agrippina had brought her feet up underneath her and was kneeling on the bed now, her eyes analyzing every move we made as she wiped blood from her neck and wiped it on her bare thighs. She smiled at me and spread her arms wide. “You didn’t expect all your questions to be answered so quickly, did you, Jacob? That, as you would say, would spoil the story.”
I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head at her odd word choice but was distracted by my attacker trying to circle around me. I dropped into a combat stance of my own, knees bent and my left leg behind my right, fists up. We circled each other as I stared into the man’s eyes, eyes that were as calm and calculating as Agrippina’s.
He made the first move.
He ran straight for me, leaping into the air and kicking out with the tip of his foot. I easily blocked the kick to the left and hoped to land a quick jab to the side of his neck when he landed. But instead, the man used my poor judgment to fall immediately into a crouch and roll beneath my jab. He ended up behind me and swept my legs out from under me, dropping me onto my back. I fell for the maneuver like a pathetic rookie., the punch I had intended to land meeting nothing but air. I hadn’t expected anything like that from my opponent. The man was fighting like a martial artist, knowledgeable in any number of forms and disciplines.
Taking the initiative once again, the man leapt from his crouched position, hoping to grapple with me on the ground, but I was prepared for him this time. I rolled onto my toes, and pivoted so that when he landed, I planted a kneeling side kick into his rib cage, knocking him two feet away from me and onto his back. I stood up and looked for Santino. I found him dealing with his own attacker. They seemed deadlocked, but then Santino managed to draw his scimitar, and I knew that fight was already over.
But my own attacker didn’t waste time wondering about his partner, and used my distraction to jump to his feet and rush me with a superman punch to my chest, knocking the wind from my lungs. I doubled over and he sent a knee flying into my nose. I stumbled backwards as I felt it break upon impact. My head spun as blood sprayed from my nostrils.
My opponent was relentless, following up with a side kick into my chin, sending me flying through the air again. I fell a few inches away from Santino’s sculpture this time, a foot closer and I would have been skewered by Venus’ sword. I looked up, the world still spinning, and I saw my attacker loom over me. His eyes didn’t suggest he was taking any pleasure from the fight, or that he was predicting a premature victory. He just stared at me coldly, revealing nothing, and I felt a knot grow in my stomach. I looked to his left hand and saw three blades gripped there, my vision evidently playing a cruel trick on me.
I couldn’t focus enough to even stand. I was defeated and I knew it. I moved my hand to my radio, hoping to send Helena one last message when my attacker made his first real mistake.
He forgot about Santino.
My friend also knew better than to waste time in a fight, and I watched as my opponent was amongst the living one second and then had a knife sticking through his throat the next. Santino pulled it back and the man collapsed. He reached down and hauled me to my feet by my recon vest and yanked me towards the door.
“What about… about… Agrippina?” I asked, choking on my own blood which streamed like a fire hose from my nose.
“Jacob, just shut the fuck up,” he said. “We need to get the hell out of here.” He clicked his radio with his free hand, his other arm busy holding me up. “3–2, 3–3, we’re extracting hot. Prepare to offer cover fire.”
“Roger, 3–3. Where’s 3–1?” I heard fear in her voice through my earpiece. I was usually the away team’s radio man.
“He’s fine,” Santino answered, glancing at me, “but, well, you better get a Band-Aid ready. 3–3, out.” He pulled his hand from the PTT button and gripped his rifle with it. Our fight had been noisy, and we had probably awoken half the ship. Men and women were already peeking out from behind their doors, trying to get a glimpse at what was causing all the commotion.
A trio of Praetorians rounded a corner just as Santino and I were about to begin our ascension to the deck. Santino raised his rifle in their direction and fired with one hand, putting ten rounds in the wall next to their heads. They jerked back and took cover around the corner.
“Can you walk yet?” He demanded. “I’m tired of hauling around your fat ass every time the fight gets interesting.”
“Yeah,” I said as I slapped my cheeks a few times. Feeling my head clear, I reached into one of my pouches and extracted the demo detonator. I’m fine.”
“Good,” Santino said as I depressed the button, setting off the explosives I’d placed last night. They went off in violent succession, pitching the ship forward at the initial explosion. Santino and I carefully bounded our way up the stairs three at a time as the ship shook around us. My head was still foggy, but I kept up. We reached the deck and made our way to the bow of the ship, encountering the two man Praetorian patrol immediately. They were in the process of picking themselves off the deck after the explosion, but I dissuaded them by pulling out my air pistol and firing my last few darts at them in rapid succession. Santino and I took off in the opposite direction, where we were met by even more Praetorians streaming onto the deck from below. Santino turned and sprayed the wooden planks in front of them with half a magazine’s worth of bullets as he ran, forcing them to back off.
“Get your goggles and oxygen tank ready,” I instructed as we passed the temple, still trying to shake the last bit of grogginess from my head. “Dive deep, put your flippers on, and make a break under the ship and back towards Helena.”
Santino didn’t bother answering, but grabbed his oxygen tank from his lower leg as he leapt over the rail all the same. I followed suit with a slightly more graceful dive than Santino’s cannonball form, vaulting over the railing like a track and field high jumper, pulling on my goggles as I fell. The particular dive kept my back to the ship so that when I arched my body, the natural curve of my spine automatically sent me torpedoing through the water and underneath the ship. Santino, on the other hand, had to reorient himself and move beneath the ship under his own power. I put my flippers on and waited for Santino before I swam as fast as I could towards Helena’s position. With luck, the Romans would think we fled in the opposite direction.
The swim only lasted a few quick minutes, my anger still fueling my body. All I felt was rage, but was surprised to find it wasn’t directed at Agrippina, but at me. We beached ourselves and found Helena, where she reported there was no activity that made her think they were coming in our direction. We watched for a few minutes while those aboard scurried around the deck, trying to ascertain the damage. Realizing those onboard had enough to deal with, we abandoned the scene and walked a few minutes inland. We retrieved our tied up horses, along with our gear, and headed southwest into the Alps.
We rode at full gallop for an hour before the peaks of jagged mountain ranges dominated the landscape in front us. Another hour at a slower pace and we were safely surrounded by an endless jigsaw puzzle of mountains, hills, and trees. We found a nice rocky outcropping, just as we had before, and set up our camp. We camouflaged it perfectly and with an hour or two of darkness left, I went inside while Helena and Santino debriefed each other. I was too frazzled to think about what had just happened.