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Five Kilometers South Of Feyzabad, Afghanistan

0235 Hours Local Time

 

It was a moonless night, providing excellent cover for the twelve man Strike Force team as they parachuted to the ground undetected. They landed two kilometers from their objective target, a suspected al-Qaida research laboratory that was in the process of developing deadly biological and chemical gas weapons.

The Strike Force team quickly checked their weapons and equipment to ensure they were in operational order. Everyone put their M-42 gas mask over their headset and attached their night-vision equipment to their battle helmet. They position their night-vision equipment into place, and then activated it.

Lieutenant McDonald, nicknamed Popeye looked at his watch. "We're two-hours ahead of schedule," he pointed out to Second Lieutenant Shea, nicknamed Hammer "We should have plenty of time to get in and out before the sun comes up." Lieutenant Shea nodded his head, indicating that he understood. "Alright let's move out," Lieutenant McDonald said over the radio headset.

The Strike Force team moved toward their objective, with Lieutenant McDonald and Lieutenant Shea leading the way. They stopped and took up a defensive position on a hill overlooking the town. Lieutenant McDonald took out his night-vision binoculars and scanned the area around their target and the town.

"How's it look?" Lieutenant Shea asked.

"I see two tangos on the East side and two on the West side of the town guarding the street and there're two tangos guarding the entrance of the target," Lieutenant McDonald answered while he put the night-vision binoculars back into its carrying case.

"Copy that," Lieutenant Shea acknowledged.

"Alright listen up," Lieutenant McDonald said over the radio headset. "Hollywood, Sambo, I want you two to take out the tangos on the East side of town. Preacher, Smoke, I want you two to take out the tangos on the West side. Afterwards, I want you to secure your positions incase more of their friends decide to show up." Lieutenant McDonald paused for a brief moment before he continued. "Tank, I want you and Bull to take out the two tangos at the target entrance and secure the area. The rest of us will enter the building and carry out the mission."

With Lieutenant McDonald and Lieutenant Shea leading the way, the Strike Force team moved closer to the town. Hollywood and Sambo proceeded to the East side of the town. Preacher and Smoke proceeded to the West side of the town while Tank and Bull proceeded to the target building.

The rest of the Strike Force team, along with Lieutenant McDonald and Lieutenant Shea took up positions across the street from the target building and waited.

"East side tangos neutralized," Sambo reported over the radio head set. "Area secured."

"Copy that," Lieutenant McDonald acknowledged.

"West side tangos neutralized," Preacher reported over the radio headset. "Area secured."

"Copy that," Lieutenant McDonald acknowledged. "Keep a sharp lookout and let me know of any changes," he waited a few seconds before he continued. "From this moment on we go silent; no broadcasting over the headset unless it's absolutely necessary." He touched the earpiece to his radio headset and deactivated its microphone and listened while each member of the Strike Force team acknowledged his order, and deactivated the microphone to their radio headset.

Tank and Bull proceeded to the entrance to the target building, and then neutralized the two guards. With the defenders at the entrance to the target building neutralized, Lieutenant McDonald and the rest of the Strike Force team quickly joined Tank and Bull. They readied their HK-416N assault rifles with silencers attached and entered the building.

"Remember there could be some nasty shit in here so be careful," Lieutenant McDonald warned. "No shooting unless absolutely necessary and keep your gas masks on at all times; any questions?" He waited a few seconds before he concluded. "Alright, let's move out."

With the aid of their night-vision, they navigated down the darken hallway in a single line. Lieutenant McDonald led the way, with Lieutenant Shea following close behind. A few yards down the hallway, it dead-ended into another hallway.

"Hammer, take Boomer and After Shock and go right," Lieutenant McDonald whispered to Lieutenant Shea. "I'll go left with Playboy and Terminator."

Lieutenant Shea nodded his head, indicating that he understood. "Boomer, After Shock, with me." He ordered in a whisper.

Boomer and After Shock both nodded in acknowledgement and followed Lieutenant Shea. Playboy and Terminator followed Lieutenant McDonald down the hallway in the opposite direction. The hallway dead-ended in front of a door, with a door on each side of the hallway.

Lieutenant McDonald noticed that the lights were on in the rooms. He hand signaled Playboy and Terminator his intentions. Seconds later, they kicked in the doors and entered the rooms at the same time. Their night-vision quickly adjusted to the light. After a quick inspection, they discovered that the rooms were empty except for some metal tables that were lined up along one wall.

The air quality in each room was checked using the biological, chemical and poisonous gas detection meter that each of them carried with them. Afterwards, they turned off the light in the rooms and assembled back in the hallway.

"This doesn't make any sense," Terminator commented. "It appears that the rooms were clean out recently. I can't help but wonder if they knew that we were coming."

"I agree," Playboy added.

"Let's move out," Lieutenant McDonald ordered.

Playboy and Terminator followed Lieutenant McDonald back down the hallway the way they came. They had only gone down the hallway a few feet when Lieutenant McDonald heard a noise behind them. He quickly turned around with his HK-416N assault rifle ready for action. He saw several armed terrorist emerging from one of the rooms that they had just checked.

Without delay, Lieutenant McDonald opened fire with several single shot bursts. Playboy and Terminator were quick to react and joined in. In a matter of seconds, the terrorists were neutralized.

Lieutenant McDonald did not hesitate; he opened fire, killing the two terrorists. He ran over to the opened trapdoor in the floor and fired a few shots down the hole. He then removed one of his AN-M18 smoke grenades from his Combat Tactical Vest, pulled the pin, and dropped it down the hole. He slammed the trapdoor shut, placed the two dead terrorists on top of the trapdoor, and hurried back out to the hallway where Playboy and Terminator were waiting.

"I want the two of you to booby-trap each doorway," Lieutenant McDonald ordered. "I'm sure these assholes weren't alone."

Playboy and Terminator each took out two M-18A1 Claymore mines and a roll of tripwire from their backpacks and booby-trapped each doorway, while Lieutenant McDonald booby-trapped the other.

With their task completed, Playboy and Terminator followed Lieutenant McDonald back down the hallway in the direction where Lieutenant Shea and his team had gone earlier. They've only gone a few yards down the hallway when Lieutenant McDonald stopped.

"What's up?" Playboy asked.

"Terminator, do you have any Claymores left?" Lieutenant McDonald inquired.

"Yes I do," Terminator answered.

"Good," Lieutenant McDonald commented. "I want you to leave a surprise behind in case any terrorists get past our other safety measures and try to come up behind us again."

"No problem," Terminator acknowledged.

Without saying another word, Lieutenant McDonald continued up the hallway with Playboy following close behind. Terminator removed the last two Claymore mines and the remaining tripwire from his backpack. He booby-trapped the hallway to prevent more terrorists from sneaking up on them again; he then hurried up the hallway and caught up with Playboy and Lieutenant McDonald.

~

Lieutenant Shea and his team came to a door at the end of the hallway. He noticed that the lights were on in the room. He hand signaled Boomer and After Shock his intentions. Lieutenant Shea kicked in the door and entered, with Boomer and After Shock following close behind him. Their night-vision quickly adjusted to the light. The room was filled with all kinds of research and laboratory equipment.

The occupants of the room opened fire with their AK-47 assault rifles. Lieutenant Shea was knocked off his feet when two rounds struck his body armor in the chest. However, a round struck him in the right leg as he fell to the floor.

Boomer and After Shock opened fire with several three-round bursts from their HK-416N assault rifles, and the four men in the room dropped to the floor. The room looked like a bomb had gone off inside of it. There was little left of the laboratory that was once there.

Boomer rushed over to check on Lieutenant Shea while After Shock searched the room to make sure there were no more occupants, and that the dead terrorist on the floor were no longer a threat. He then walked back over to Boomer who was tending to Lieutenant Shea's wounded leg. "How is he?" he asked.

"His body armor stopped the rounds from entering his chest." Boomer replied.

"The fuckers got lucky and put one in my leg," Lieutenant Shea commented.

"Don't worry Hammer, you'll survive," Boomer pointed out. "The bullet went straight through without hitting anything vital." He continued as he tightly wrapped Lieutenant Shea's wounded leg with a bandage to stop the bleeding. "You'll be back up on your feet before you know it."

Boomer finished bandaging Lieutenant Shea's leg wound and stood up, took out his biological, chemical and poisonous gas detection meter and checked the air quality in the room while After Shock searched the dead terrorist for any documents that they might be carrying.

Hearing the sound of AK-47 assault rifles, Lieutenant McDonald and his team hurried down the hallway. By the time they got to the end of the hallway, the fighting was over. Lieutenant McDonald stood in the doorway to the room and quickly accessed the room's condition. "What a mess," he commented.

"Hammer took a through shot in the leg," Boomer was quick to point out.

Lieutenant McDonald looked at his friend sitting on the floor. "You just wanted a reason to sit on your ass," he jokingly said.

"Sit-rep," Lieutenant McDonald ordered, ignoring Lieutenant Shea's comment.

"We put down four tangos, and the room is secure," After Shock reported. "I also found a backpack on one of them that has a lot of papers in it; they look important."

"Popeye, I have something that you need to see," Boomer pointed out while he walked over to Lieutenant McDonald, and then showed him the reading on his biological, chemical and poisonous gas detection meter.

Lieutenant McDonald looked at the reading on Boomer's meter. He touched the earpiece to his radio headset that activated the microphone. "Listen up," he said over the radio head set, "The presence of VX123 nerve gas has been detected so keep your gas masks on; Popeye out." He touched the earpiece to his radio headset again to deactivate its microphone. He turned to Playboy and Terminator, who was standing behind him. "I want the two of you to take care of Hammer." He then turned back to Boomer and After Shock. "Let's wrap it up here. Grab what papers you can find, and get the fuck out of here."

Playboy and Terminator helped Lieutenant Shea up from the floor and left he room with Lieutenant McDonald following close behind them. When they reached the entrance, the sound of K-47 automatic weapons fire filled the night. Boomer and After Shock arrived at the building"s entrance a few seconds later.

"Where the fuck did they come from?" Lieutenant McDonald asked.

"They must have been laying in wait; waiting for us to exit the building," Tank pointed out.

"If that's so then they knew we were coming,"Playboy added.

"Knock it off," Lieutenant McDonald snapped. "We need to find a way around those assholes."

"I got something that will shut those little fuckers up," After Shock said and readied the M-32 MGL multiple-shot grenade launcher that he had with him. He aimed it at the terrorists who were firing at them from across the street, and pulled the trigger three times. The 40 mm grenades shot out the tube one after the other and hit their intended target with devastating effect, killing the terrorists who were firing at them.

"So much for minimizing collateral damage," Lieutenant McDonald chuckled. He touched the earpiece to his radio headset to activate its microphone. "Sambo, I want you and Hollywood to head to the extraction point," He ordered. "Preacher, I want you and Smoke to head to the extraction point too. We'll meet you there shortly."

"Copy that," Sambo acknowledged over the radio head set.

"On our way," Preacher said over the radio head set.

Lieutenant McDonald touched the earpiece to his radio headset and deactivated its microphone. "Alright, let's get the fuck out of here before we run into anymore surprises. Tank, take point; After Shock, you bring up the rear."

The Strike Force team started to follow Tank when the Claymore mines that Terminator had placed in the hallway exploded.

"Keep moving," Lieutenant McDonald shouted. "We need to get the fuck out of here."

The Strike Force team did as Lieutenant McDonald ordered and followed Tank out of the building and down the alley between the buildings. Once they were clear of the town, they proceeded to the extraction point where the rest of the Strike Force team was waiting.

"Terminator, I need the satellite radio," Lieutenant McDonald informed him.

Terminator wasted no time; he set up the satellite radio and handed the satellite radio telephone receiver to Lieutenant McDonald.

Lieutenant McDonald put the satellite radio telephone receiver to his ear. "Red-fox this is Sundance, do you copy."

"Sundance this is Red-fox."

"Red-fox the target is hot. You are authorized to neutralize the target to cover our extraction; do you copy?"

"Roger Sundance, I copy."

Lieutenant McDonald held the satellite radio telephone receiver to his ear while he took out his night-vision binoculars. He watched as an F/A-18F Super Hornet aircraft descended on the town and fired an AGM-65L Maverick air-to-surface missile. The missile hit its intended target, and the building exploded, killing the terrorists who were inside. "Great shot Red-fox," Lieutenant McDonald said over the satellite radio while he put the night-vision binoculars back into its carrying case. "You're clear to return to your patrol area."

"Roger Sundance, Red-fox out."

Lieutenant McDonald handed Terminator the satellite radio telephone receiver. "Stow the radio; the extraction helicopter will be here soon."

"Copy that," Terminator acknowledged and packed up the satellite radio.

The Strike Force team didn't have long to wait before a Sikorsky CH-53 Sea Stallion helicopter landed not far from where they were waiting. Everyone climbed onboard the helicopter, and it took off.

Thirty minutes later the Sikorsky CH-53 Sea Stallion helicopter landed next to the C-130J Super Hercules aircraft that was waiting for them. The Strike Force team disembarked from the helicopter and boarded the C-130J aircraft while the helicopter took off and headed back to its base. A few minutes later the C-130J aircraft powered up its engines and took off.