Major "Hellcat" Richard Dantel is a man who enjoys the flow of war, who in his heart loves its violence moreso than whatever moral or ideological justification it is given. He views it all as a game, as us versus them. In another life, he would be a headman of a tribe, commanding his men to slaughter a rival tribe and enslave their women. His superiors viewed him as a gun - just point him and set him loose. His effectiveness was tempered in their eyes by a realization that his true loyalty was to violence, he only happened to be on their side. His enjoyment of conquering belies his skill as a commander, and the company he commands, as despite their tactical mismatch, has remained successful in controlling the influence of the Viet Cong thanks to a well-founded informant network, causing many fortunate ambushes. Another quality was his luck. Flowing along the purity of his dark conviction, the world seemed to bend around him, and assassination attempts that would have killed any other man were foiled by a string of incomprehensible coincidences. You wouldn't expect a Frontline general like him to be so quick to change strategies, but he wasn't going to try to fight a gun with a sword. If this was how he was going to bring the enemy to heel, so be it. His straightforward desire to slaughter the enemy allowed him to change pace quickly while his peers were still struggling, having to try and invent justifications for adopting effective strategies for with the new approach to war they had been dropped into. Naturally, he quickly became the top target of the local Viet Cong.

Ngoc Bich Ho is a young, Vietnamese freedom fighter. The ideological young woman is keen on repelling the Imperialist invaders from her despoiled homeland, preventing them from exacerbating the violence of their struggle for unification. The petite Bich was inducted into the local VC for her fearless, passionate adherence to Ho Chi Minh's grand vision for a prosperous, communist Vietnam. Her family died in the struggle against the French, giving young Ho nothing to hold onto, except for passionate political rhetoric. The fervor of the new regime filled the familial emptiness that lingered in her life, and gave her a unifying purpose, as well as a new foe to struggle against after the French's ignoble defeat. The saboteur cell she had shacked up with were full aware of her devotion to the cause, and often assigned her the most dangerous, near suicidal missions, but each time the wily young woman escaped by the skin of her teeth. This next mission was to be her most dangerous yet, however, and an unfamiliar sense of fear filled her usually focused heart.

An assassination of Major Richard Dantel. The hell dog himself. This wasn't the first assassination attempt on his head, and the remains of those who tried before were sent back in an unrecognizable state. This assassination was to take place early in the morning, while it was still dark. They had found a burrowed gap in the fence around his compound, and she would climb up to the roof, break a window, and assassinate him quietly with a knife. A handgun was provided to her, but if she used it she obviously wouldn't be able to escape. She could walk silently, and blend into the shadows. Any of his guards would be easily dealt with. Her only uncertainty was his strange luck - but surely her own luck would override his. The plan was feasible, but Bich could tell her team was relying on her characteristic luck and fearlessness, which only filled the young warrior woman with more steel. This was going to be her finest hour, all the earlier battles were just leading up to this moment, she felt. Her athletic form had been well-trained in her many fights, and her breasts never developed, leaving her more agile. She was going to strike back for all the ignoble humility her people had been subjected to for the past few years by these callous invaders.

Her entry into the compound resulted in an ominous bloom of misfortune. The crossing of the fence in the dug-out spot ruined her clothes. A small pin-prick of pain bloomed across her back, as Bich suppressed the urge to yelp out as her thin, black clothes were torn down the back by the barbed-wire. She wasn't seriously scratched, but the back of her shirt, and the restraining band of her pants were torn. Ho silently cursed to herself, gathering up her ruined pants as best she could as she awkwardly crawled forward. Refusing to give up, keeping low, she continued, hoping none of the Imperialist pigs guarding the compound would notice her. Wearing only panties was no functional hindrance to her mission, though it was rather embarrassing. The rest of the mission went well. She entered the compound quietly, assassinated the few guards she couldn't avoid, and soon was in his room. The hellcat himself was sleeping soundly. She took a position above him, and stopped to savor the moment as she positioned her knife at his throat. This could be the point the war turns in their favor. His death could make the Americans scatter and flee - and prevent them from, as was becoming increasingly concerning, learning from him and becoming much more effective as a result. He silently woke up, and immediately thrust his arms in front of him to stretch. He yelled, "James? Get me a fan! One of these fucking farmer's shit-covered fields is wafting in here! I can't sleep like this!" Unfortunately, Bich Ho neglected to wash herself. Her nose never noticed anything off, and neither did her companions. Her knife knocked out of position by his stretching, he quickly recognized an unfamiliar force against his arms, and grabbed onto its arms. Out of desperation, she swiped blindly at him with her partly uncontrolled arm, but leaving only a scratch on his cheek. He yelled, "Now who the hell are you?" He released her briefly to tear the knife out of her hand. She reached for her gun, but before she could get it, he grabbed her knife by the flat of the blade, and ripped it from her hand. Sensing a change in her posture, he quickly regained his hold on her other hand. "Of course, missy, I know that's not your only weapon." Moving both of her arms into one hand, he groped where she had been reaching and grabbed onto a handgun. She had kept it from her destroyed outfit by using her panties' elastic to hold it against her. He quickly ripped it out of what he thought was her holster. Her panties fell from her instead with a loud snap. He sat up in bed, threw the gun to the corner, and kicked the knife to the side. Still holding both of her hands with one of his, he dragged her to the light switch. Her desperate struggling didn't awaken her grip, and her attempts to kick him felt like striking a brick wall. Out of options, she was now at the mercy of the hellcat major. She prayed her death would be quick.

Calling upon her limited English, she yelled, "Please! Mercy!" He said, "You know, I could turn you inside out for your little stunt. But that's what you want. I'll inflict a much deeper humiliation. I will fuck you until your desire for more pleasure turns you against your Viet Cong." He wrinkles his nose. "But you must be washed first. Have you ever had a bath?" Infuriated, she yelled, "Imperialist scum! You invade our country! Leave!" He just laughed. "Do you get enough to eat?" She thought for a moment, "Not really. Mostly just rice. I'm usually hungry." He then adds, "Well, if you work with us, you'll have more than enough to eat, courtesy of us. That all-rice diet has left you all muscle." She admittedly was excited to have something more to eat. Maybe it wouldn't just be rice, too. He plans things out. "First, you and I are going to take a shower. Next, you're going in cuffs. Then, you're going to have the best meal you've ever had, I bet. I'm going to show these yellow commies that we treat their women better than they do." He tightens her grip. She fears he might crush her forearms. "Even when they try to assassinate us." She cries, "I sorry! Please mercy!" He relents. "Command says I can't take war brides. For you, they're going to have to make an exception. You don't have any family, do you?" She's still trying to fight. He slaps her hard. When she regains her awareness, she admits, "No." He remarks, "I'll be fucking you every night. It's been a long time since I've had a woman. Now, let's get you a shower and something to eat."