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The sign clearly red "Welcome to Firebase 7!" in overly pleasant font as we passed the entrance into the rearward command center. We had been sent back there for reasons we could not fathom.
"Mitchell's, I have a new assignment for you and your guys straight from the top." explained Commander James T. Conaway. He was sitting on a balcony of a bullet scarred palace that overlooked what had once been the courtyard. He smoked on a cigar and leaned back on a rather expensive looking chair.
"Well, what's that?" replied our sergeant somewhat unhappy to be referred to by his name in front of his inferiors.
"Head of the MEC is having a meeting. During which he'll be exposed, we want you to take him in. If all else fails, kill him." said the commander.
"Don't we have like, Delta Force and SEALS?" asked Hawaii butting into the conversation.
"Well, Private Lysander, in reality Force Recon has a better record. Too fancy but Marines get to the point. Since we can't let this one slip away we need you guys to make sure there aren't any screw ups." replied the commander standing up and putting on the top to his uniform over his t-shirt, "We want you to do what you do best soldiers. Be unorthodox, random and most of all lethal. Can you do that for me?"
"I'm pretty sure we can, sir." replied the sergeant looking for reassurance from his eight men. He only found a sense of admiration and a general knowing that he would make the right decision. He smiled and shook his head yes with confidence.
"Okay, you head to China at nightfall." said the commander heading for the stairs. We were stunned.
"China what the hell?" yelled the sergeant at the commander. He stopped and turned around.
"Oh did I forget the meeting is in a remote jungle in China? My bad." said the general laughing, "Just kidding, it's in Southern Iraq. Air support will be ready for you. You guys head out at 0400 tomorrow."
We looked at each other with a general sense of disbelief. Who would have ever guessed the head of the USMC would be so laid back?
I laid waiting in the tall grass watching as the seven other force recon moved in and around the harbor silently taking out the guards as they went. It felt like I was watching and action movie. There precision and timing was something to be admired.
They then set up in various buildings in and around the dock and waited.
Sweat began to drip down my brow. The sun was beginning to descend from its midday peak and relinquish the humid port from its deadly stare. After about a half-hour of solar torture two trucks arrived at the gate entrance to the port. First an Arabic man surrounded by guards exited his vehicle. I checked him with the picture of the head of the MEC. Match.
"This is Rhodes, I've got target ID on Al Fulani!" I yelled into the radio. Just before the unit of Marines sprung there trap a Chinese man exited the other vehicle. I took a picture of the man remembering all of the crime fighting shows back in the US. I didn't have time to think out the strangeness of the event as a fire fight broke out and his truck retreated. Unfortunately for Al Fulani I shot his truck tires.
We had him surrounded and we moved in. He and his last guard held there weapons out in defiance as the closest Marines came into sight but soon found that the situation was impossible and raised there hands.
"Good! We are takin' you in!" yelled the sergeant with his finger on the trigger of his 416. The MEC leader smiled, whispered something in Arabic and shot himself. His guard, noticing his only companion was now gone did the same. The sergeant straitened up and gave a sigh of exasperation.
"This is Clubber. Hostile is down think you guys can pull us out?" he said into the radio. He then looked at Hawaii and the squad support gunner, Chicago, urging them to move the bodies. They gave each other a look of the same shared disgust and then got to work. I then finally reached the team having been a good 300 yards away.
"Well, we lost him." I said now getting a closer look at what a Desert Eagle would do to someone's head.
"Yeah, oh well. Command said dead or alive." the sergeant replied finishing his conversation with the mission coordinator. I then showed him the picture of the Chinese guy before the fight. He cracked and awkward chapped lipped smile at me, "Hopefully this doesn't go Green Zone or something stupid like that on us."
"Sure as hell hope so sir."
End of Part 1
"Mitchell's, I have a new assignment for you and your guys straight from the top." explained Commander James T. Conaway. He was sitting on a balcony of a bullet scarred palace that overlooked what had once been the courtyard. He smoked on a cigar and leaned back on a rather expensive looking chair.
"Well, what's that?" replied our sergeant somewhat unhappy to be referred to by his name in front of his inferiors.
"Head of the MEC is having a meeting. During which he'll be exposed, we want you to take him in. If all else fails, kill him." said the commander.
"Don't we have like, Delta Force and SEALS?" asked Hawaii butting into the conversation.
"Well, Private Lysander, in reality Force Recon has a better record. Too fancy but Marines get to the point. Since we can't let this one slip away we need you guys to make sure there aren't any screw ups." replied the commander standing up and putting on the top to his uniform over his t-shirt, "We want you to do what you do best soldiers. Be unorthodox, random and most of all lethal. Can you do that for me?"
"I'm pretty sure we can, sir." replied the sergeant looking for reassurance from his eight men. He only found a sense of admiration and a general knowing that he would make the right decision. He smiled and shook his head yes with confidence.
"Okay, you head to China at nightfall." said the commander heading for the stairs. We were stunned.
"China what the hell?" yelled the sergeant at the commander. He stopped and turned around.
"Oh did I forget the meeting is in a remote jungle in China? My bad." said the general laughing, "Just kidding, it's in Southern Iraq. Air support will be ready for you. You guys head out at 0400 tomorrow."
We looked at each other with a general sense of disbelief. Who would have ever guessed the head of the USMC would be so laid back?
I laid waiting in the tall grass watching as the seven other force recon moved in and around the harbor silently taking out the guards as they went. It felt like I was watching and action movie. There precision and timing was something to be admired.
They then set up in various buildings in and around the dock and waited.
Sweat began to drip down my brow. The sun was beginning to descend from its midday peak and relinquish the humid port from its deadly stare. After about a half-hour of solar torture two trucks arrived at the gate entrance to the port. First an Arabic man surrounded by guards exited his vehicle. I checked him with the picture of the head of the MEC. Match.
"This is Rhodes, I've got target ID on Al Fulani!" I yelled into the radio. Just before the unit of Marines sprung there trap a Chinese man exited the other vehicle. I took a picture of the man remembering all of the crime fighting shows back in the US. I didn't have time to think out the strangeness of the event as a fire fight broke out and his truck retreated. Unfortunately for Al Fulani I shot his truck tires.
We had him surrounded and we moved in. He and his last guard held there weapons out in defiance as the closest Marines came into sight but soon found that the situation was impossible and raised there hands.
"Good! We are takin' you in!" yelled the sergeant with his finger on the trigger of his 416. The MEC leader smiled, whispered something in Arabic and shot himself. His guard, noticing his only companion was now gone did the same. The sergeant straitened up and gave a sigh of exasperation.
"This is Clubber. Hostile is down think you guys can pull us out?" he said into the radio. He then looked at Hawaii and the squad support gunner, Chicago, urging them to move the bodies. They gave each other a look of the same shared disgust and then got to work. I then finally reached the team having been a good 300 yards away.
"Well, we lost him." I said now getting a closer look at what a Desert Eagle would do to someone's head.
"Yeah, oh well. Command said dead or alive." the sergeant replied finishing his conversation with the mission coordinator. I then showed him the picture of the Chinese guy before the fight. He cracked and awkward chapped lipped smile at me, "Hopefully this doesn't go Green Zone or something stupid like that on us."
"Sure as hell hope so sir."
End of Part 1
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Nice. Um, you misspelled sight. And i can get to work on the vietnam one after easter if you want me to