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murder everyone they encounter. Red-ops exist to demoralize, intimidate, and frighten the enemy. Basically, they’re government-sponsored terrorists. Unfortunately, because of some colossal mistake that we still don’t understand, a Red-ops unit is now operating on U.S. soil, and it seems they were accidentally sent by one of our allies.”
Stubin looked ready to throw up. Tope couldn’t tell if it was from the whirlybird or the situation.
The brain surgeon wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before going on. “The unit has infiltrated the small Wisconsin town of Safe Haven. We don’t know where they are or what they’re doing. Because of their transhuman behavior modification, we have to assume they’re following protocol. They’re treating Safe Haven like an enemy territory. If we don’t stop them, they’ll wipe out the entire town.”
Then Stubin bent over and commenced with the vomiting. Tope switched off the TV.
“The briefing will continue on the Huey. Keep in mind that the Red-ops unit will view us as enemy combatants, even though our countries are buddy-buddy at the United Nations. We want to take them alive, with minimal civilian casualties. This is going to be easier said than done. Red-ops commandos have all had the equivalent of Special Forces training. They’re experts in hand-to-hand and armed combat, munitions, stealth, tactics, interrogation, and communications. Plus, they’re cold-blooded bastards. I’ve seen what these men can do, and it isn’t pretty. Questions?”
The SF-A team captain raised his hand.
“Captain Haines.”
“Which country are they from, General?”
“Need-to-know basis, Captain. But they speak our language.”
“How about our weapons, General?”
“Nonlethal ordnance includes Blake impact shells, sponge grenades, electric net entanglers, lacrimators, Splatt-Thixotropic rounds, and iotechnical-injector batons. We need them alive.”
“And the enemy, General?”
“Bladed weapons and sidearms only.”
“Numbers, General?”
“This Red-ops unit has five team members.”
This provoked a smile from Captain Haines.
“Permission to speak freely, General?”
“Go ahead, Captain.”
“Five men, no rifles? Are you sure you need us? Can’t we just send a Girl Scout troop out after these jokers?”
Some chuckles. General Tope betrayed nothing. He certainly didn’t say he had two other Special Forces teams, as well as a Navy SEAL team and a Marine recon team, being flown in to assist.
Instead, he cleared his throat and said, “I want you on the landing strip at oh one thirty. Heavy gear, rations for four days, bivouacs. Dismissed.”
The team dispersed, double-time. As he watched them go, General Tope had a strong feeling he’d never see any of them alive again. But he couldn’t dwell on that, not with so many other things to do.
Tope picked up the scramble phone and contacted the Pentagon to set up the quarantine.
E rwin Luggs heard the screams in the woods and wondered how everything had gone so bad so fast. The fallen helicopter, spread out around him like a giant broken egg, was damn near the creepiest thing he’d ever seen. The situation wasn’t helped by the fact that he was soaked, head to toe, with deer blood. It exuded a gamey, metallic stench, and it had cooled and coagulated, clinging to him like jelly.
Another scream came from the trees. Erwin shivered, mostly from the cold, but partly from fear. The night had begun on a promising note. Just two hours ago he was in a hot shower, ready to slip into bed with Jessie Lee Sloan for snuggling and possible nookie. Jessie Lee had been spending too much money on the wedding preparations, and Erwin had been reaping the benefits of guilt sex. Guilt sex almost made up for the overtime hours he had to work to pay for all the extras Jessie Lee was planning, like the custom-made husband and wife figurines for the cake, and a stretch limo that could seat all sixteen members of the wedding
Stubin looked ready to throw up. Tope couldn’t tell if it was from the whirlybird or the situation.
The brain surgeon wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before going on. “The unit has infiltrated the small Wisconsin town of Safe Haven. We don’t know where they are or what they’re doing. Because of their transhuman behavior modification, we have to assume they’re following protocol. They’re treating Safe Haven like an enemy territory. If we don’t stop them, they’ll wipe out the entire town.”
Then Stubin bent over and commenced with the vomiting. Tope switched off the TV.
“The briefing will continue on the Huey. Keep in mind that the Red-ops unit will view us as enemy combatants, even though our countries are buddy-buddy at the United Nations. We want to take them alive, with minimal civilian casualties. This is going to be easier said than done. Red-ops commandos have all had the equivalent of Special Forces training. They’re experts in hand-to-hand and armed combat, munitions, stealth, tactics, interrogation, and communications. Plus, they’re cold-blooded bastards. I’ve seen what these men can do, and it isn’t pretty. Questions?”
The SF-A team captain raised his hand.
“Captain Haines.”
“Which country are they from, General?”
“Need-to-know basis, Captain. But they speak our language.”
“How about our weapons, General?”
“Nonlethal ordnance includes Blake impact shells, sponge grenades, electric net entanglers, lacrimators, Splatt-Thixotropic rounds, and iotechnical-injector batons. We need them alive.”
“And the enemy, General?”
“Bladed weapons and sidearms only.”
“Numbers, General?”
“This Red-ops unit has five team members.”
This provoked a smile from Captain Haines.
“Permission to speak freely, General?”
“Go ahead, Captain.”
“Five men, no rifles? Are you sure you need us? Can’t we just send a Girl Scout troop out after these jokers?”
Some chuckles. General Tope betrayed nothing. He certainly didn’t say he had two other Special Forces teams, as well as a Navy SEAL team and a Marine recon team, being flown in to assist.
Instead, he cleared his throat and said, “I want you on the landing strip at oh one thirty. Heavy gear, rations for four days, bivouacs. Dismissed.”
The team dispersed, double-time. As he watched them go, General Tope had a strong feeling he’d never see any of them alive again. But he couldn’t dwell on that, not with so many other things to do.
Tope picked up the scramble phone and contacted the Pentagon to set up the quarantine.
E rwin Luggs heard the screams in the woods and wondered how everything had gone so bad so fast. The fallen helicopter, spread out around him like a giant broken egg, was damn near the creepiest thing he’d ever seen. The situation wasn’t helped by the fact that he was soaked, head to toe, with deer blood. It exuded a gamey, metallic stench, and it had cooled and coagulated, clinging to him like jelly.
Another scream came from the trees. Erwin shivered, mostly from the cold, but partly from fear. The night had begun on a promising note. Just two hours ago he was in a hot shower, ready to slip into bed with Jessie Lee Sloan for snuggling and possible nookie. Jessie Lee had been spending too much money on the wedding preparations, and Erwin had been reaping the benefits of guilt sex. Guilt sex almost made up for the overtime hours he had to work to pay for all the extras Jessie Lee was planning, like the custom-made husband and wife figurines for the cake, and a stretch limo that could seat all sixteen members of the wedding
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