PETER PITBULL (Near Italy)

I opened my eyes. My whole body shook with pain, and I realized I was lying on an improvised gurney in the tuna ship's kitchen. The moans of pain of several hurt agents surrounded me. Standing next to me was the beautiful Agent Chang, rubbing my hands in an effort to warm me up. I smiled, but it came out more like a grimace. I was incredibly tired and weak.

"Did we end that demon?" I asked, shivering.

Agent Chang offered me a smile. "I think so, inspector. We're waiting for the intelligence reports, but you need to rest now. You were a hero; you saved the commander's life. I'll recommend you for a medal with the American Congress."

"Excellent!" I managed to mutter through my chattering teeth.