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The weapons and gear of Gray Matter Splatter

Today I wanted to take a couple minutes to run you through some of the weapons, gear, vehicles, and technology featured in my new novel called Gray Matter Splatter.

Seizure grenade

The seizure grenade is real, something being developed as one component of a much larger secret program.  Sadly, you can’t see a demonstration outside of some fictional video games.

Visual disruption laser

U.S. Navy Chief Fire Controlman Kevin Barnett, assigned to the guided missile destroyer USS Forrest Sherman (DDG 98), uses an LA9P nonlethal visual disruption laser to deter a simulated small boat attack during exercise Joint Warrior 2012 April 17, 2012, in the Atlantic Ocean. Joint Warrior is a United Kingdom-led multi-warfare exercise designed to improve interoperability between allied navies and prepare participating crews to conduct combined operations while deployed. (DoD photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Katerine Noll, U.S. Navy/Released)

U.S. Navy Chief Fire Controlman Kevin Barnett, assigned to the guided missile destroyer USS Forrest Sherman (DDG 98), uses an LA9P nonlethal visual disruption laser to deter a simulated small boat attack during exercise Joint Warrior 2012 April 17, 2012, in the Atlantic Ocean. Joint Warrior is a United Kingdom-led multi-warfare exercise designed to improve interoperability between allied navies and prepare participating crews to conduct combined operations while deployed. (DoD photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Katerine Noll, U.S. Navy/Released)

They are called visual disruption lasers because lasers that blind people are illegal under the Geneva convention, as they maim.  Interestingly, lasers that kill are a-okay though!

Carrickfergus

The fictional Carrickfergus which our heroes use as a modern day pirate ship, authorized by letters of marque, is largely based on a real life US military experimental ship.

Arctic submarine

One scene in the book was inspired by arctic submarine operations.  You can take a peek at one of our subs breaching through the arctic ice in this youtube video:

Semi-submersible ship

Semi-submersible

The bad guys in Gray Matter Splatter make their getaway in a semi-submersible ship.  These are hardly anything new as everyone from the US Navy to drug traffickers utilize semi-submersible craft, however the fictional ship in my book is quite a bit bigger than anything you’ll likely find in real life.

SEAL torpedo

Yes, the SEALpedo is a thing, and you can read up on its development in this story from Fox News.

Crossmatch

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As our heroes race across the arctic to try to identify who the villians are, a bio-metrics gathering device manufactured by Crossmatch is particularly helpful.  You can read more about the device here.

PenCott “Snowdrift” camo

In Gray Matter Splatter, the mercenaries of Samruk International make extensive use of PenCott’s Snowdraft camo scheme, which also appears on the book cover.

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Petzl ice axe

One mean looking ice axe.  Of course, the mercs in Gray Matter Splatter get a ice axe kill in the book.  You can check out the real thing on the Petzl website.

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Assault snow shoes

I did not even know there was a such thing until I started the research phase of Gray Matter Splatter.  Suffice to say I learned a lot while writing this book.

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Iveco Assault truck

Last but not least, the Samruk International assault truck makes an appearance in Gray Matter Splatter, although the arctic is hardly the appropriate environment for these vehicles.

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Casting Direct Action

Deckard

guy-pearce

Guy Pearce still takes the top spot as the best actor to portray Deckard.  He’s not the standard issue tough guy or ex-special-something-or-other dude you see in most action films.  Deckard is a smart ass dude sticking it to jive ass mofo’s all over the place.  Take a back seat Channing Tatum, I’ll use you as a henchmen in book #13.

Bill

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Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is a terrific actor with a huge personality.  In Direct Action, Bill is described as a “human wrecking ball” so the actor that plays him can’t be some sally.  The Rock has the personality and the physique but my only hold up is that I wonder if he can play a truly evil character.  Because he plays the hero and since he seems like such a nice guy in real life, I wonder if he could pull it off.  If I were casting, I’d definitely let him take a shot at the role though.

Rick

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Rick is the team’s pretty boy, pompous ass, and self indulgent prick.  Sorry Bradley Cooper, this has you written all over it.  Pretty boy.

Zach

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Zach is actually described as looking like Waffen SS trooper but I think Paul Adkins has the street cred to pull it off.  He’s a real life fighter and martial artist so I think he’d work quite well.

Paul

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Paul is another Liquid Sky mercenary, pals with Rick and Zach, who sports a nice Taliban beard.  I think Ben Foster can play a different type of character, more of an introvert which would work well in contrast to Adkins, the Rock, and Cooper.

Ramon

Mark-DacascosRamon is Liquid Sky’s only member who hails from Army Special Forces.  He is a Filipino-American who served in 1st Special Forces Group.  Mark Dacascos fits the bill and he is also a martial artist.  Plus him up with some karambit training and he would be good to go.

Nadeesha

freida-pintoNadeesha is actually from Sri Lanka as opposed to India which is where the actress Freida Pinto is from.  I pictured Liquid Sky’s sole female operative is being darker skinned but I think the talented Ms. Pinto could play the role of the femme fatale.

The Operator

shadowThe Operator.  Your worst nightmare.  The final member of Liquid Sky.  Can’t even remotely think of someone in show business who could play this guy.

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“Gonna lay it out there… I love Jack Murphy’s work. It’s gritty, it’s fast paced, it’s got more bang than a breaching charge and it’s balls to the wall from cover to cover. Murphy’s latest, Direct Action, is all of this with a very healthy slab of contemporary world events thrown in for good measure. Yeah sure it’s a little controversial in parts but hey, it’s fiction, so it’s not necessary real…or is it? It’s the blending of fact and fiction that makes this book such a great read. If you’re interested in the murky world of SOF and the even darker world of contracting then this is the book for you. Another great read by Murphy that comes highly recommended.” -Jack Silkstone

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The Direct Action Soundtrack

I just wanted to pass one some of the music I was listening to as I wrote Direct Action.  I actually had a big break during the writing of the book as summer ended and the fall semester started up at school.  I ended up jamming out the rest of the book during Christmas vacation.  The THYX album actually really helped kick start the book.

Apoptygma Berzerk, Unicorn

Edge of Dawn, Beyond the Gate

And One, Military Fashion Show

And One, Body Company

THYX, Below The City

Stochastic Theory, What You Weren’t (Echos Virus Mix)

Conjure One, Like Ice

Korpiklaani, Rauta

Somewhat Damaged, NIN

Came Back Haunted, NIN

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DIRECT ACTION: Chapter Seventeen

Nikita

Chapter Seventeen:

 

Deckard woke up as he felt someone grabbing his dick. He turned around in bed and found Nadeesha smiling. She rolled on top and straddled him. Her perfect hips bulged slightly as she sat down on top of him. She was soaking wet already.

That was when her cell phone began to vibrate on the bed stand. Reaching over, she snatched it up and looked at the number.

“What the hell,” she cursed before answering the phone.

Deckard popped his hips, bouncing her several inches into the air.

“Oh!” she screamed with the phone held to her ear. “I mean, hello.”

He tried not to laugh as she had a brief conversation.

“And you,” she said as she hung up the phone. “We’re flying to Egypt. Everyone needs to be standing by to drive to the airport in twenty minutes. Sounds like some kind of an emergency.”

“How big an emergency?”

Nadeesha rocked gently on his lap and placed his hands on her hips.

“Nothing that can’t be put off for another nineteen minutes.”

 

 

* * *

 

 

Liquid Sky boarded a Gulfstream private jet that morning and went wheels up, flying to Jordan. They carried their cover identity passports and no weapons. There was no time to plan a more complicated clandestine entry. This was a crash mission, thrown together on an ad hoc basis in response to an emergency.

Nadeesha sat a few seats in front of Deckard. She looked back a smiled at him before turning away. They both preferred to keep their recent…situation private.

“What’s the story boss?” Zach finally spoke up.

“We’re all going in as NGO workers,” Bill said as he stood in front of them. “Half of you will be going in with a cover as working for some feed-the-kids bullshit and the other half will go in as human rights observers. We’ll take separate flights out of Jordan so that we stagger our arrival into Cairo. Its sloppy, but our timetable is extremely limited.”

“What’s the job?” Paul asked.

“Nothing special. Just a no-notice hostage rescue in a city besieged by fucking savages protesting the other savages running their country which is on the brink of civil war with a follow on asset recovery mission for some classified tech that fell into the hands of the Egyptian military.”

“Oh, that’s all,” Ramon laughed.

“We need to procure weapons on the ground,” Bill told them.

This got better and better.

“Then the main element will strike the prison where these three kids are being held. They are frat boys back in the United States and apparently one of them is the son of somebody which gives this mission added priority.”

“And what is this device?” Rick asked.

“Some high speed tech dreamed up in a DARPA lab I guess. It causes blackout and allows one to penetrate computer networks. I don’t know, I didn’t ask for information I don’t need to complete the mission but the three college kids were using it when they got popped by the Egyptians. Now which of you went to the SEAL sniper course?”

Paul threw his hand up.

“I’ve been to SOTIC,” Ramon offered. The Special Operations Target Interdiction Course was the Special Forces sniper school at Ft. Bragg.

“Okay fine. Ramon, you take Deckard with you. He is still the cherry on this team so you make him go in and snatch the device. I made some phone calls about where we can find weapons and we will get something for you to pull over watch with.”

“Got it,” Ramon confirmed. With so little information, there wasn’t much to discuss. They were making this up as they went along.

“The rest of us have the prison. Its going to be a shit show one way or the other.”

“That’s why they are using us,” Rick said. “Delta or Dev specialize in missions like this, why not use them?”

“Because we’re expendable,” Nadeesha finished.

“You got that right,” Bill said. “I’m not here to blow smoke up your ass. But some of us might even survive. I’ll have a exfil point worked out by the time we do our hits, which will have to be executed simultaneously. Probably a boat that can get us into international waters but right now we need to take it one step at a time. First you need to clear customs, then we hit a weapons armory I’ve located.”

Three college students and a mysterious device.

Deckard realized that the reason why US counter-terrorist units were not being sent in for this mission wasn’t just because of the political ramifications of sending US troops into Egypt but because of the target itself. What were the three kids doing with the device in Egypt in the middle of the Arab Spring?

Author note: Thanks for reading Direct Action so far.  By now I am getting around the halfway point with writing this book so it is time to take it back underground.  I will have some updates here and there and will post the final version of the first 17 chapters as a preview down the line but I won’t be publishing the rest of the book here.  The release date will probably be sometime around Christmas but hopefully sooner.  Thanks!

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DIRECT ACTION: Chapter Fifteen

 

Nikita

Chapter Fifteen:

Deckard walked under the sign that stretched across the road on two sign posts on either end. It announced that he was entering China Town. China Town in Port Louis. He walked his Surveillance Detection Route through the city, visiting a number of shops along the way. They had only finished breaking down the staging area in Australia and landed back on Mauritius a few hours prior. By the time he got to the third shop, he realized that he had picked up a tail.

Stopping at a fruit stand, Deckard picked a kiwi out of a basket and tossed it into the air several times. The person tailing him stopped alongside and picked up a mango.

“How long have you been in country?” Deckard asked.

“Long enough brother,” Aghassi responded. “Long enough.”

They walked into a nearby Chinese restaurant and immediately sat down at the table they wanted without waiting for a sever to seat them.

“You look beat dude.”

“I’m hanging in there.”

“This is starting to come together. You won’t have to do this much longer. I’ve done the forward reconnaissance of the address you gave me and scoped out all those Bungalows. We can get a platoon from Samruk in here within a week and clean this nest of vipers out. Pat is already talking to people in Madagascar about it.”

“No,” Deckard said. “Not happening. It’s not enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“We need to effect an enterprise takedown.”

Aghassi nodded. They had recently conducted one in Mexico. One particularly nasty cartel was giving them a hard time in the Mexican province of Oaxaca. However, once they got their hands on a source, the cartel’s money man, they had racked and stacked the entire organization in a night. Jimenez, the cartel boss still held out in his fortress and had to be dealt with, but the cartel itself was functionally dead after that one night of non-stop raids by Samruk International mercenaries.

“We’ve been here before. After we took down Jimenez, we followed the flow of guns upstream. The problem is that we thought we were dealing with one rogue operation. We didn’t realize that the weapons trafficking into Mexico was but one program run by G3 Communications. We shut down the weapons pipeline and killed their MEK terrorist proxies in Nevada but at that time we didn’t know about the other arm of that enterprise.”

“Liquid Sky.”

“Right. I’ve confirmed that they are no longer working for G3, their CEO cut sling load on Liquid Sky after we hit Area 14 in Nevada in order to distance himself. Now they are working contracts coming out of the gulf states, with a retired American General acting as a cut out, proxy, and pay agent.”

“Who is he?”

“I don’t know yet. I was only taken off probationary status after this last mission. Maybe now I can dig a little deeper but if we bring Samruk in now and clean out Liquid Sky then we will never find out who the puppet masters are.”

“Once we know that, then we take down the entire enterprise,” Aghassi finished for him.

“With pleasure,” Deckard told him. “I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to be. Speaking of which, what did you find out about these dirtbags?”

“Shit,” Aghassi said. “How much time have you got?”

“Start at the beginning.”

“Myself and Pat have been making phone calls. Cody has been digging through the net as well. We found the phone number in your kit and have called Dusty and Flakjacket but haven’t heard back from them yet.”

“Probably still deployed off the coast of Somalia.”

“Here is what we do know. In 2007 the US Navy commissioned a study on retention rates within Naval Special Warfare Development Group AKA SEAL Team Six. Guys were popping smoke left and right, not re-upping even if they were only a few years away from retirement. The study concluded that it was because of a ramping up in private sector contracts.”

“They were getting out to do private security contracting. That was happening long before 2007 though.”

“Yeah, but this is what the report didn’t uncover, a former SEAL Officer who was running a Private Military Company at that time was offering big money to SEAL Team Six operators who came to work for him. He was pitching individual operators in person at one point. He would pay them three times their normal salary, plus the equivalent of their military benefits and pension after twenty years.”

“No wonder why they were leaving for greener pastures.”

“You said in your text that the leader of Liquid Sky is named Bill?”

“Yeah.”

Aghassi took out his smart phone and brought up a picture to show to Deckard.

“This him?”

It was Bill’s DA photo from the military.

“That’s him.”

“He was one of the first to take that offer and jump to the commercial side. Bill Geddes. A rock star operator in Dev Group. Got into some real nasty shit in Afghanistan when another recce team had their OP overun. Both elements were denied air support and their Quick Reaction Force because of some political bullshit going on at the time.”

“They got hung out to dry.”

“Oh yeah. Bill got out as a Master Chief with 18 years of service with the SEALs, nine of it with Dev. After that he went to work with that one former SEAL but they had some falling out over a botched operation in Liberia. He jumped between contracts but it gets difficult to track him as these programs are hidden behind both corporate proprietary as well as levels of classification. Who knows what the fuck he was doing.”

“He mentioned that Liquid Sky was not his first team, that he burned through his others guys.”

“That seems to fit his personality.”

“Who else?”

The former ISA operator brought up another picture on his phone.

“Zach?”

Deckard looked at it for a second. He was a little younger in the picture but still a good looking blonde kid who could have jumped off the cover of a surfing magazine.

“Yup.”

“Zach Larson. I talked to a team mate of his. He wasn’t a SEAL actually but a Navy EOD guy,” Aghassi said referring to Explosives Ordinance Disposal. “They are allowed to apply so he got picked up, went through Green Platoon and spent ten years in Dev.”

“He take the same offer as Bill?”

“Nope, they kicked him out. Remember when all those Dev Group guys got the boot because they were consulting with a video game company while still active duty?”

“I’ve been a little out of the loop.”

“Well, it was a breach of military ethics at the minimum if not completely illegal. They were giving this video game company sensitive Dev Group tactics to use in their game, putting on capability demonstrations for them, all kinds of shit. Zach took it a step farther and was doing public speaking engagements. He did one in Las Vegas just a few months after getting back from the Bin Laden raid, the speech itself was all about the Bin Laden raid. It was for the Forbes 100 set and was supposed to be about leadership but he divulged all kinds of classified information. That was the final straw so they kicked him out of Dev. He could have gone to the regular SEAL teams but with your reputation ruined like that not too many guys want to face that. He separated from the Navy and went to work with Bill.”

“Interesting.”

Aghassi brought up another picture and showed it to him.

“Rick.”

“Rick Teague. A half dozen DUI’s. Got pulled over with automatic weapons out of the armory and C4 explosives in one case. Naval Special Warfare swept it all under the rug. I talked to one of his team mates as well. Rick went through a messy divorce. For years he was on the outs with her. He kept volunteering for deployments because he thought it would save his marriage by giving him and his wife some time apart.”

“He never struck me as the type. He is the most narcissistic of the bunch.”

“Not always. He tried hard to save his marriage but of course he was trapped in a vicious cycle. Deploying in a misguided attempt to save his marriage, going back to the ‘stan over and over again. Loaded up with PTSD, the only one of this Liquid Sky group who actually sought help at one point, there was no hope for him. His wife took their kids and bailed. He left the Navy with fifteen years in and found work with GRS.”

GRS or Global Response Staff, was the CIA’s para-military force that acted as a security detachment for their case officers and targeting officers. They also did static security and occasionally worked operations.

“That gig ended for him when he was speeding around Kurdistan in an up-armored SUV and ran over a kid. No one knows for sure if he was drunk or not. GRS tried to cover it up but the case officer dropped dime and got him booted. Bill must have picked him up sometime after that.”

“God damn,” Deckard said shaking his head. “These guys were a train wreck before they even left the military.”

“Big time. That guy Nikita whacked in Pakistan-”

“Henderson.”

“Yeah, him.”

“I’m wearing his clothes right now.”

“Well, that’s special.”

“Isn’t it.” It was a statement rather than a question.

“Henderson was on meth, coke, and hard liquor pretty much every day from what I understand. Suspected of stealing weapons from the unit a few times but that got covered up as well.”

“Of course. He had a girl?”

“Back at Virginia Beach. She doesn’t know where the fuck he is.”

“And she never will.”

They had dumped the body into the Indian ocean.

“Next up,” Aghassi said changing the subject back to the living. “Paul.”

Aghassi showed him the picture he had.

“That’s him but without the Taliban beard he has now.”

“Guess he really liked Leonidas in 300 huh?”

Deckard rubbed his forehead queuing Aghassi to continue.

“Okay, so his name is Paul Paul.”

“Paul Paul?”

“For sure.”

“Who the fuck were his parents?”

“Mormon missionaries actually. He was holy roller back in the day. That’s actually how he got his job in Dev. The commanding officer of one of the squadrons in Dev was also a holy roller, into all that crusader shit. He hand picked Paul from Green Platoon because they were both taking Jesus pills.”

“What happened?”

“Don’t know when he fell off the wagon. It sounds like greed got the best of him though. He ordered a lot of individual components for Night Vision Goggles while he was overseas and then legally brought them back to Dam Neck with him. Once back in America, he had all the parts but they were not on the property books because they were not assembled and had no serial numbers. He put them together and was selling them for 500 bucks a pop. He was also suspected of shipping captured Taliban weapons home in ISU-90 shipping containers. The real kicker is the gold.”

“They told me a little about that.”

“Yeah, they had it down to a science apparently from raiding so many compounds. Put a gun to the wife’s head and make her open the safe. They would get the shit home on their own private airline. But some red flags started going up when these guys came home from overseas and started buying brand new Land Cruisers and in-ground swimming pools in the backyard for their kids. They asked him to leave before someone initiated an investigation.”

“What the hell was going on in that unit?”

“Here is the thing Deck, all these guys served in the same Squadron in SEAL Team Six. That is how they all know each other and why Bill brought all of them on board. It is the other members where things start to get really interesting.”

“Yeah, I was wondering how Bill got a girl on the team.”

Aghassi pulled up the picture.

“That’s her.”

“Hotter than a pistol.”

“I don’t have to be told.”

“Nadeesha Senevirathne,” Aghassi said pronouncing the last name syllable by syllable. “She came into the Army with very high test scores and got brought into Counter-Intelligence. She worked in a couple different Top Secret programs in Iraq, most of them I’m familiar with because I had to liaison with these guys when I was with ISA. She did real work, ten deployments to Iraq and Kurdistan, two to Colombia, one to Bangkok, one to Egypt. She was assigned to a special cell of female intelligence operatives within JSOC who would be drawn from as needed.”

“She’s pretty young, to have that many deployments she must have been drawn out everyday.”

“31 years old actually and you’re right. They run roughshod over these women because there are so few of them. When I called my buddies back at Ft. Meade they told me that she was for real, pulled her weight operationally, did her job. I don’t know why but she separated from the Army on her own. Probably it was just burn out from being deployed so often without time to decompress.”

“Happens more often than anyone wants to admit.”

“The connection to Bill comes from a counter-terrorism operation that SEAL Team Six ran in Colombia. Bill was the Team Leader and Nadeesha was attached to them to run intel. That must be where they first met.”

“What happened to her?”

“Don’t know but her test scores are off the chart. It freaked the people at the JFK Special Warfare Center out. She almost maxed out their IQ test. Speaks like a half dozen languages.”

“And she is of the right ethnicity. She can blend in with dozens of cultures. No wonder why JSOC jumped all over her.”

“It is this last guy that really bothers me.”

“Ramon?”

“Yeah, Ramon Pascua.”

“He is the most solid of any of them. They sent him forward to prepare the battle space. He’s a former 1st Special Forces Group guy from what he told me.”

“That’s true. After growing up in the Philippines he came to the United States with his father. He was a Warrant Officer in 1st Group and deployed with the CIF Team to Baghdad. He was a good operator by all accounts. Aside from running Direct Action missions with the CIF, he did low-vis work all over South East Asia.”

“So what is the concern?”

“That he appears squeaky clean. A guy like that would never work with a team like Liquid Sky. Are they blackmailing him or something?”

“No idea.”

“It is bizarre because the only other thing I can think of is that whatever he fucked up, wherever he stepped out of line, had to be so bad and so sick that the entire chain of command buried it and simply asked him to leave for the sake of all their careers. I can’t find shit for dirt on this dude.”

“I will probe the wire a little more. I have good rapport with him.”

“Do that, because this creeps me out. Nadeesha should be working for DARPA or JPL but I get why she is here. Ramon doesn’t make sense to me at all.”

“I’ll get another burner phone and text you whatever I find out. Keep Samruk on standby. If you can pre-stage in Madagascar that is great, but no further than that. Not yet.”

“I’ll let Pat know. But there is one other member of Liquid Sky we haven’t covered yet.”

“Oh?”

Aghassi looked across the table at him as their Chinese food arrived.

“So what’s your deal?”

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DIRECT ACTION: Chapter Fourteen

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Chapter Fourteen:

 

The exfil was more like a all expenses paid vacation. Liquid Sky quickly forgot that they were still on a mission, relaxing on the pump boats that ferried them south. All of their kit was sunk to the bottom of the ocean the moment the opportunity presented itself. Their pilot had headed for the South China Sea where he could hide out for a while. The assault team took a separate route, using a ratline that Ramon had established prior to them arriving in the Philippines.

They were called banka boats and were used for fishing and as water taxis between the various islands in the Philippines. The Liquid Sky mercenaries sipped on beer and worked on their tan while they were transported in a lazy, winding path that took them generally south. Unlike air travel or even vehicle traffic, maritime transportation was the least monitored and allowed for low-visibility movements over long distances.

After a week of cruising alongside some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, they island hopped over to Sabah in Malaysia where their pilot met them on an airfield in his Twin Otter. From there they flew back to Dawin, Australia.

Back at the staging site, Bill ordered his two non-performers to tear apart the mock up of the objective. Rick for failing in the simulator and Paul for failing to make it to the target during the mission. They grudgingly went about their task. The others prepared for an epic beer blast. The pilot and the technician who ran the simulator for them were both invited.

That night all the wood from the mockup was piled up and set ablaze.

The technician was coerced into drinking a bottle of vodka. Zach was less successful in coercing Nadeesha to give the tech a lap dance but eventually she relented. Cheers went up as she began grinding on his crouch. The beer and liquor was flowing and everyone was finally relaxing for the first time in weeks. The technician promptly stood up as Nadeesha was rubbing his face in her cleavage. She fell into the grass as the gentlemen stood with a big dumb smile on his face as he projectile vomited a half gallon of vodka into the bonfire.

That got even more cheers than the lap dance.

Their pilot was buzzed out of his mind from smoking marijuana and could only muster a half assed applause.

“Deckard, I need to talk to you,” Bill said as he walked up to him.

They walked off to the outer edge of the fire while the party continued. Bill snorted through his nose and spat a snot ball onto the ground. When he turned to Deckard, his face was half concealed by the dark, the flickering light of the fire lighting the other half of their faces.

“I didn’t want to talk to you until we were back to safe ground about operational details. That was some ballsy shit you did back there.”

“Which part?”

“All of it. Sticking the landing for one. Then jumping onto a chair while sliding across the room firing on full auto. That was was some Bruce Willis shit. I can’t believe you pulled it off.”

“We ran out of options, that’s all.”

“The only reason why I left you on that rooftop was to make sure you could survive when you were really in a tight spot.”

“And Nadeesha?”

“I didn’t know the girl’s parachute was going to get shot the fuck up obviously. Again, pretty ballsy getting her off the roof like that. I’m shocked that you two are alive or at least not rocking a full body cast.”

“I’m hard to kill.”

Bill held out his hand. Deckard took it.

“Welcome to the team.”

“Thanks, I-”

“250,000 dollars will be deposited in a Mauritius bank account for you. Payment for the three ops you’ve done for us. Don’t let me see you sober again tonight.”

With that, Bill walked off to find another beer.

Deckard stood by the fire, his eyes getting lost in it for a moment.

“Don’t let it go to your head Deckard.”

He turned and to his unsurprise he found Rick lecturing him. He was obviously half in the bag, already shaky on his feet and slurring some of his words.

“What’s that?”

“Your amazing one combat operation with us. That other bullshit doesn’t even count.”

“Whatever man.”

“Yeah, whatever man. That’s all you got? I know you Deckard, I’ve seen your type and you are not prepared to go all the way.”

“Obviously you missed my crash landing. Two jumpers, one chute, C4 burning down on the way out.”

“You don’t have the balls to do everything that is necessary. My old unit has been fighting this war for a long time. That’s why all the SEALs on this team know how it is done. We know how to show those savages who is the alpha dog. Killing is the only language that makes sense to them. That’s why we take scalps. Its about sending a message.”

“I thought it was a hobby.”

“Its about establishing street cred. Simple as that. We don’t believe in target discrimination, if you’re brown, you’re down. We go over the high walls, we blast down the doors, everyone inside dies. Period.”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone. We cleared out entire compounds in Afghanistan on the reg. Standard Operating Procedure. Men, women, and children. They’re all terrorists. We start clearing rooms, and we really clear fucking rooms. The kids make for smaller targets. Its funny, because they don’t understand that they’ve been shot. Just like a dog or something, they will try to get back up so you have to shoot them again.”

“They’re all going to grow up to be terrorists, huh?” Deckard remarked, trying to see how much more Rick would divulge. He was drunk, angry, and suffering from small dick syndrome after their last mission.

“Americans don’t want to know what we do, they just want us to do it,” Rick informed him. “We get shit done. Cleanse the earth of these savages. Dump the kids and there are no future terrorists. Tell the entire family to go back inside, everything will be fine. Then drop a five hundred pounder on their fucking heads. Babies too. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because fuck you, that’s why.”

“You’ve still got a lot to learn in this outfit and I still don’t think you have what it takes.”

Rick stumbled off, tiring of not getting the responses he wanted out of Deckard.

Fucking Nazis, Deckard thought to himself. How the hell did this happen?

Special Operations soldiers were not choir boys by any stretch of the imagination but these SEAL Team Six guys were completely out of control. Deckard knew that something like this didn’t just happen over night. It had to be a long standing cultural issue within the unit, a pervasive attitude that allowed these war crimes to occur.

Deckard looked back into the fire, remembering Bill’s words.

Welcome to the team.

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DIRECT ACTION: Chapter Thirteen

Nikita

Chapter Thirteen:

 

“It happened again.”

Admiral Corbett looked up from his desk and set his reading glasses down so he could see his J3 officer. The Admiral always left his door open, a literal open door policy. Where he worked, he needed a team more than he needed a hierarchy.

“You’re kidding me,” Corbett said as he sat back in his chair. “Again?”

“I’m afraid so, sir.”

“Who the hell is doing this?”

“We’re about to sit down in the SCIF and try to hammer that out right now.”

Admiral Corbett left his desk and followed his right hand man down the hallway. A vault door was open which led into the Sensitive Compartmentalized Information Facility. This was where sensitive operations and intelligence was discussed and records stored. At JSOC, practically everything was sensitive.

“Where?” Corbett asked.

An assistant J2 intelligence officer turned to his commander.

“Manila. It was Kanor De Jesus.”

“I remember the name. He was on the SIGMA-11 target deck.”

“Yes, sir,” the intel officer confirmed. “Two TF Green attempts, one TF Blue, and local competitors tried to bump him off a couple times as well.”

“What happened?”

“We’re still trying to piece it together. We have someone from the activity on the ground working with local authorities. The police found a parachute in the park nearby which explains how the killers got off target but no one knows how they got there to begin with. We’ve had the special entry troop working this problem set for months. The building is a fortress.”

“What the hell is going on? This is our third target that someone else took out in nearly as many weeks. First those guys working for Karzai that the bed wetters in Washington wouldn’t let us touch, then Hezbollah’s main money man gets whacked in Dubai. Now this?”

“It has happened before. De Jesus had hits put out on him by both the NPA and Abu Sayaf. Whenever these guys carve out a piece of the local black market for themselves there is always a competitor who wants that slice of pie for himself.”

“Too many coincidences,” the Admiral stated. “And the hits are too precise, too well planned. The Israelis are good but they don’t have this kind of reach. Besides, they wouldn’t play in our backyard without a courtesy call.”

“What about Langley?” The J3 said as he rolled his eyes.

“They are ready for a tele-conference right now,” the J2 said.

“Put them on,” the Admiral said as he sat down at the long table in front of a projection screen.

The screen came on showing a bald headed CIA officer in a suit sitting next to a Army Officer in his class A uniform, a Special Forces liaison officer detached to Central Intelligence.

“Hey Russ,” the CIA officer said, addressing the JSOC Admiral by his first name. Technically they were of equivalent ranks but they also had a working relationship stretching back to the first days of the War on Terror.

“Francis, I need some help here.”

“I heard. Someone is working your target deck.”

“Talk to me.”

Francis shook his head. The Special Forces officer clasped his hands in front of him on the table.

“It’s not us brother.”

“You know I don’t believe in coincidences.”

Admiral Russ Corbett sat back in his chair. He didn’t ask questions that he didn’t already have the answers too. He knew Francis was telling him the truth because the CIA had hired dozens of former JSOC operators to do their dirty work. Those operators had loyalty to the home team and kept JSOC informed of everything the agency was up to around the world. He was simply hoping that Francis could help him unravel this puzzle.

“I hate to say it Russ but do you think someone over there is saying some things they shouldn’t to some people they shouldn’t be talking to?”

“SIGMA-11 is locked down. We can do an informal 15-6 just to snoop around but the CI around that program is air tight.”

“I hope so,” the CIA officer said. “Because I agree with your assessment. Someone is working your target deck and for both our sakes, we better find out who it is fast before this shit blows up in both our faces. You know how this works. Our fingerprints are on SIGMA so we’ll take the fall for whoever these chuckle heads kill.”

“It could jeopardize other programs as well.”

They both knew what programs he was referencing. Collection and sabotage in a country whose name started with an I and ended with a RAN.

“Get this done Russ. I’ll let my people know to help you however they can.”

“Thanks Francis, I appreciate it.”

The screen blacked out as the tele-conference ended.

The Admiral took a deep breath.

Someone was working their target deck but it wasn’t Special Operations, the CIA, or even an allied country. It was time for the Admiral to make a phone call to an old colleague. He had been his predecessor as the commander of JSOC. A General who had been publicly disgraced and removed after a series of revelations in the newspapers. It was known to those who knew that the General could get more done on the outside through his commercial endeavors than he ever could as military officer.

It was time to look up General McCoy and see what he was up to these days.

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