Troubleshooters - Into The Night Part 1
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Into The Night.
TroubleShooter.
Suzanne Brockmann.
For the brave men and women who fought for freedom during the Second World War, and for the brave men and women in the U.S. Armed Forces who continue that fight today. My most sincere and humble thanks. Let freedom ring!
Prologue.
Afghanistan.
Operation Enduring Freedom.
Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Muldoon held up his hand and signaled for his squad to stop.
Dark took on an entirely new meaning on a moonless night in a desolate country too poor and too war-torn for electricity. He sensed more than saw his men behind him, hugging the cold, rocky ground as intimately as he was.
He moved his hand again. Listen.
The sky overhead was worthy of a beach blanket and a bottle of wine, the Milky Way thick with the billions of stars he didn't have a prayer of seeing from his city apartment a half a world away.
It was breathtakingly beautiful, but Muldoon had no time to give it more than a cursory glance as he focused all of his attention on the distant hum.
Of a generator.
Hoo-yah.
It was always rea.s.suring to know that they were, in fact, in the right place.
The coordinates marking the main entrance of the cave on their map were correcta"a map that was one of the somewhat dubious bonuses that came from the United States having helped build these allegedly indestructible compounds many years and several different political regimes ago. Not only did the SEALs have maps and specifications, but those maps were proving to be accurate.
His men knew what they had to do, and when Muldoon gave the signal they went silently to work.
Their job tonight was to verify that the two known entrances to this cave were still where the map said they'd bea"to verify coordinates for the "bunker buster" missiles that were scheduled to be launched from a Navy sub in less than two hours. The SEALs were to add additional explosives to various vulnerable points to give those bombs even bigger teeth.
The mission was to seal this cave so that no one could get out, but more importantly so that no one could get in.
Cosmo Richter had gotten right down to the bottom line during their briefing when he'd asked in his no-frills, telegram manner of speech, "Osama inside?"
They'd all looked up from the maps. It was the question of the hour.
Muldoon hated to disappoint them, but his answer had been no. Not according to Navlntel. However, this cave was being held by Taliban fighters with al-Qaeda ties. And the U.S. goal was to cross this compound off the list of potential safe havens bin Laden could come to to hide.
It was an important mission.
It just wasn't the one they particularly wanted.
He knew what his men were feeling. Each and every one of thema"himself includeda"wanted to be part of the op that took down the terrorist leader. They all wanted to go memo a mano with the man, like some hokey Hollywood movie, and blow that b.a.s.t.a.r.d off the face of the earth.
But the real world wasn't anything like Hollywood. Victory wasn't won by being Rambo. It came from being a team player.
So tonight they'd tuck their anger back inside and follow their orders. They'd help clean up this little piece of enemy-held territory. They'd do their job, and they'd do it well. And when the word came down that bin Laden was no longer a threat to the United States, they would get together and have a beer and silently acknowledge the part they'd played in his demise. No discussions, no bragging, no news broadcasts, and most importantly, no feelings of inadequacy because none of them was the one who pulled the trigger.
Muldoon used infrared gla.s.ses to watch the two heat blobs that were the al-Qaeda guards as Gillman and Cosmo rigged enough explosives to take off the top of the mountain. There was no doubt in his mind that, before the sun rose, this cave was going to be history.
The only slightly snarky moment came when one of the guardsa"the bigger one, about Muldoon's own height and weighta"left his post to take a leak, heading right for where Cosmo was hidden.
Their orders tonight included a warning not to let the enemy know that they were on the ground. The fact that they were going after this specific target would be concealed by carpet bombing in the area scheduled to begin at 0353.
The intent was to make it look as if the cave had been taken out by a couple of lucky hits from a random air strike, rather than as a result of Spec Op ground forces. The terrorists didn't have any patrols venturing far outside of their cave entrances, and the U.S. commanders didn't want to give them a reason to start.
Muldoon's team had to be covert.
Right now that guard was answering the call of nature literally feet from Cosmo's hiding place.
But it was Cosmo, the King of Invisible, so Muldoon didn't worry. He just watched as the SEAL blended even more completely into the night. The guard could've peed right on his head, and Cosmo wouldn't have moved an inch.
Finally, after an interminable amount of tunea"what had that guy been drinking?a"the guard went back to his post and to stomping his feet to keep them warm.
The rest of the op went like a dream. The second entrance was just where they'd expected it to be. Natural fissures and cracks used for venting the cave were marked. No other entrances were found.
This was going to work. They were going to help put this cave permanently out of business.
At just before 0300, with nothing left to do save get their b.u.t.ts back down the mountaina"Wildcard approached.
Even in silence, the chief had a ferocity that made Muldoon want to smile. He was glada"not for the first time that night and probably not for the lasta"that he'd chosen Wild-Card Karmody for this op.
But one look at Wildcard's face, and he knew there was trouble.
Problem? he signaled.
Wildcard responded with an obscene gesture that more than conveyed his opinion that not only was this a problem, it was a big problem.
Muldoon jerked his head, and the chief followed him back away from the guards.
Wildcard cut to the chase. "Silverman reports heavy movement coming up the trail. About thirty tangos. ETA at the cave about forty minutes."
"Okay." That was not anywhere near the complete reaming Muldoon had imagined. "We'll take a different route down." It would take a little longer because these hills were littered with land mines, but it was certainly doable in the time they had left.
"We could," Wildcard agreed. "But they've got a prisoner-looks like that stupid a.s.s French reporter, that photojournalist who went missing from Kandahar last night."
Oh, man, that hurt. Dream op to nightmare, in two small words. Prisoner and reporter. Muldoon gritted his teeth and considered his options.
"Holy f.u.c.k," Wildcard said. "When I tell you that a stupid-a.s.s French photog is going to turn this perfect op into a total cl.u.s.terf.u.c.k, what you say, sir, is Oh, holy f.u.c.k. If this isn't the time to use your full adult vocabulary, Lieutenant, I honestly don't know what is."
"Not helping," Muldoon said shortly.
"The guy's an a.s.shole for putting himself in harm's way in the first place," Wildcard pointed out.
Thirty terrorists, eight SEALs. The odds were in then-favor. They could set up an ambush and take them out, no sweat. The problem would be keeping the prisoner alive while the bullets flew.
Oh, yeah, and maintaining their covert status.
Covert meant K-Bar knives instead of a.s.sault weapons.
But it was hard to be effective in a group ambush when using only knives. Of course, they could take the terrorists out quietly, one at a time, but at some point one of them would notice their forces dwindling and shots would be fired.
"Actually, the guy's just an a.s.shole, period. Look at what he chooses to do for a living." Wildcard believed there was a separate level of h.e.l.l reserved especially for reporters and news photographers. His wife was Savannah von Hopf, a fact that never failed to amuse Muldoon, particularly when the foulmouthed chief went on a rant. Along with the Kennedys and the Rockefellers, the von Hopfs were the closest thing America had to royalty. They were frequently targeted by paparazzi, hence the Card's strong negative opinion of the press.
"What we should do," Wildcard continued, "is go invisible while they pa.s.s us on the trail. Our mission is not to rescue some d.i.c.khead reporter and risk letting the entire al-Qaeda network know we were out here tonight. Am I right?"
He was right. And yet...
"We let them get into that cave, that reporter's not coming out." Muldoon told his chief the obvious. "Not ever."
Wildcard was silent then, no doubt thinking what a hideous way that would be to die, even for a reporter. Buried alive with a mob of angry terrorists...
"Get me Jenk," Muldoon ordered. Mark Jenkins had the radio. It was time to break silence and talk to some of the pilots of those F-18s that were constantly patrolling at high alt.i.tudes with full payloads. "Get Izzy and Cosmo. Send Gillman and Lopez down the trail. I want to know the location of every rock, every outcropping, and particularly every open area. There was one spot we pa.s.sed coming up where there wasn't much cover, where the trail opened up. Find out how far the tangos are from there."
"Aye, aye, sir." Wildcard didn't have far to go before dispensing Muldoon's orders, sending Lopez to fetch Jenk. He was back in a matter of seconds, with Izzy and Cosmo in tow. "I a.s.sume this means you have a plan to f.u.c.k these f.u.c.kers first."
That was one way of putting it. "Yeah."
"Knew you would, sir," Cosmo said.
"Do we have enough explosives left to rig something that'll sound like a land mine going off?" Muldoon asked.
"Piece of cake." Wildcard was absolute.
"Do it, Chief." Muldoon turned to Cosmo and Izzy. "I need some clothes. One of those guards was about my size."
"About my size, too," Izzy said. "Back in California, the senior chief ordered me to remind you, with utmost respect, to delegate, Lieutenant. So I'm reminding you, sir. With utmosta""
"Yeah, and how's your French?" Muldoon asked, already knowing the answer. Izzy spoke fluent street Spanish. He knew only enough French to order a meal, provided the restaurant had big golden arches. "Use your utmost respect to get me the clothes, Zanella. I'll be down the trail."
Muldoon could hear the terrorists approaching, moving slowly but steadily up toward the cave. They were quiet, not talking at all as they climbed through the night, but he still could hear the crunch of the cold earth beneath all those feet.
Silverman had told him that the prisonera"the French journalista"was wearing a burqa, the traditional Afghan woman's robe and hooded veil.
It was an effective means of transporting captives since it concealed them completely from public view.
Jenk was crouched beside him, plugged into the radio. He gave Muldoon an affirmative, then held two fingers to his watch. The first wave of bombs from the F-18s would hit their targets, with the utmost precision, in two minutes.
Seconds ticked by as the tangos slowly got closer, as somewhere overhead those smart bombs were cutting their way through the night sky. Muldoon breathed with the knowledge that the coordinates they'd given the Navy pilots were accurate. Those bombs were going to hit so close the SEALs were going to feel the ground shake and be able to warm their fingers from the heat.
But if those coordinates were off...
Yes, of course there was a chance of human error. Yes, it was possible that the air strike Muldoon had ordered Jenk to call in would land directly on top of his team.
But until that happened, he wasn't going to waste his time worrying about it.
And then there they were, rounding the corner and coming into view.
Their point men, three of them, came first, leading the way and checking for b.o.o.by trapsa"much in the same way the SEALs had come up the trail mere hours earlier.
They weren't too far ahead of the main group, which was a motley-looking, straggling bunch. They were walking wounded, retreating to safety from the intense pockets of fighting in Kandahar. Some weren't even walking. There were at least four stretchers being carried, one of which held a boy who couldn't have been more than thirteen years old.
Who, like the rest of them, was carrying a personal a.r.s.enal of weapons and ammunition.
These were terrorists. All of them. They weren't poor little tired, hungry, and forlorn terrorists, as much as they currently looked the part. They were terrorists, plain and simple. They were the enemy, and a deadly enemya"period, the end.
They had pledged to die defending Osama bin Laden. They trained their boys to hate and kill, and enslaved their girls by forbidding their education. They supported a killer who fought his war against unarmed men, against women and children.
In theory, thirty terrorists weren't a whole heck of a lot of terrorists. But when they were all crowding one small trail, thirty was plenty.
Muldoon searched for a burqa-clad figurea"the reportera" and found him shuffling along in the center of the group, surrounded by dozens of men.
Figures he'd be there. If Muldoon were transporting a prisoner, he'd keep him secured and surrounded by his men, too.
The good news was that the reporter was slight of stature. He'd be easy to handle in the event he wasn't into following orders spoken in rusty French.
As Muldoon watched, he saw that the reporter was guarded in particular by two men, both of whom spent more time eyeing each other mistrustfully than watching their prisoner. And that was more good news.
Jenk, who was crouched beside him, silently tapped his watch.
Here it came. Any second now. Either he'd killed his men or...
Boom!
They were all still alive, thank you, G.o.d. The first bomb had hit exactly where Muldoon had asked for it to hit, just to the west of the trail. It was followed immediately by a second in the same vicinity, and he allowed himself to exhale.
As for the tangos, so much for maintaining silence. All thirty began talking at once as they picked themselves up and dusted themselves off.
Muldoon watched the crowd, trying to pick out the group's leader.
Was it ZZ Top over there, with the beard down to his waist? Or was it Young and Angry, with the big arm gestures and the long coat that billowed as he walked? He must've practiced in front of a mirror for hours to get it to do that.
With only a few short months of Pashtu and Dari under his belta"courtesy of Potential Enemy Languages 101, a required cla.s.s for all SEALs heading into the areaa"Muldoon could pick out only a word here and there in the din. Still, it was obvious from the gestures and body language that ZZ wanted to take cover, while Angry wanted to push on to the cave at a stepped-up pace.
Jenk tapped his watch again, signaling thirty seconds. Oh, good. Time to find out if this next set of coordinates was as accurate as the first.
Don't. Think. About. That. He knew better than to waste his time worrying about things that were out of his control.
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