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truly believed he would have survived had it not been for that one defect.”
                  “When do we get out of here, Sir?” Carter asked Hicks.
                  “You’ll be in here for a few days, and then we have to evaluate your new abilities. After that we give two weeks to train tactically. We have some new toys for you all to get used to as well.”
                  “New toys, Sir?”  Carter inquired.
                  “We’ve developed a group of small arms that were specifically designed to be used by paranormals,” Hicks replied. “There is an assault rifle that can pierce the front armor of an armored personnel carrier at a hundred meters, a handgun that hits like a twelve gauge shotgun, a sub-machine gun that will stop a charging elephant, and hand grenades that have electronic fuses. You can set it for the standard six second delay, an air-burst, and proximity detonation so you can use like a landmine. We even had some edged weapons made up of a new super alloy that’s twenty times stronger than steel. They are all too heavy, or have too much recoil for normal troops but, for Red Team, they’ll work just fine.”
                  “Let’s get to work.” Carter said.
     
                 
                Chapter One
                 USS Phantom
                 4, April 2104
     
     
     
                  Carter wanted to see the sun again. Eighteen days on a submerged submarine seemed to have made time crawl by. Having crossed the Atlantic while avoiding enemy naval patrols had necessarily prolonged the voyage. Carter and his team had passed the time exercising, reviewing mission plans, and maintaining equipment but there were still too many idle hours; too much time to think. The waiting would be over soon. The Phantom was now nearing the French coast.
                  Carter had always been used to getting to battle quickly. On this mission there had been too much time to think about how important and potentially symbolic that the current mission could be and how it could go wrong. Waiting was the curse of the soldier; it was the precursor to doubt.
                  There was a knock at the hatch of the cabin he was sharing with Williams. “Enter,” Carter said.
                  McNamara entered with Williams close behind. McNamara was carrying a bottle of whiskey and a stack of three paper cups.
                  “Good night to you Lieutenant Colonel Carter,” McNamara said, with an exaggerated a salute.
                  Carter returned the salute. “What’s up Mac?”
                  “Boss, it is now one 2401 Zulu, on April, 4th 2104. Red Team went fully operational and took to the field five years ago today. That, Sir, calls for a drink,” McNamara said.
                  “Mac, you know that booze is contraband on a submarine,” Carter said in a less than heartfelt admonishment.
                  “Yes Sir, but that rule was made by officers; NCOs know better than such foolishness.” McNamara said, placing the bottle on a small writing desk that was bolted to cabin’s bulkhead.
                  “Besides, we all know that any paranormal could chug a whole bottle of this stuff all by himself and not even get a buzz.”
                  He poured generous amounts of the whiskey in each cup and handed one each to Carter and Williams. “Boss, if you would do the honors?”
                  Carter raised his cup. “To Red Team; the living and the dead,” he toasted.
                  “Red Team,” William’s and McNamara said in unison and then drank.
                  “How is our team?” Carter asked.
                  “Edgy,” McNamara said. “They can’t wait to get out this metal tube and get the job done.