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Authors: Jack Murphy

Direct Action - 03 (37 page)

“See you in the afternoon then.”

“Be here by one. Have fun with that little sex kitten until then.”

“Sex kitten?”

“Everybody knows Deckard. The way she ran over to you when we found you and Zach in that alley. Zach's blood was fucking everywhere and you're doing a faceplant. We all thought you were dead. Nadeesha lost her shit for a second there.”

“Must be my high cheekbones.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts brother, because it never does.”

“Never?”

“Not in this line of work,” Bill said as he turned back to his laptop. “Never.”

Things were moving fast.

After attending to Nadi a few more times in the morning, Deckard told her he was going for a run. He quickly arranged the meeting using a burner phone and threw it as far as he could into the ocean.

“You look like I feel,” a voice said from behind him as he jogged along the beach.

Deckard turned to Aghassi.

“Ate a frag grenade in Bahrain. I'll be back to normal in a day.”

“Sure?”

“That's what the doctors say.”

The two walked up stone steps to a well-manicured lawn at a French hotel. Aghassi led him inside.

“We're going to Syria,” Deckard informed him. “Mobilize the other platoon. I want to hit their base of operations here in Mauritius with the platoon you pre-positioned in Madagascar. Once we arrive in Syria I will get comms with Pat and walk the other platoon in to eliminate Liquid Sky. I'll try to soften them up for you as well.”

“What's in Syria other than a graveyard?”

“Don't know. We are going to a third country to pick something up and have it shipped to Turkey. I imagine that we will be smuggling it into Syria.”

“That doesn't sound good.”

“No, it doesn't. I'm leaving for the third country to pick up the package this afternoon. Start putting everything into place. We can't afford to fuck this up. This is my last mission with Liquid Sky. Rick is already suspicious, I had to kill Zach in Bahrain, and nearly kill myself just to maintain my cover.”

“Want me to have Pat put his name out there and see if he can get picked up the same way you did?”

“No, I don't think lightning will strike the same place twice. Besides, he is more valuable to me on the outside working with the assault force that will drop the hammer on Liquid Sky. I want both Samruk platoons ready to go.”

“I'll make it happen.”

Together, they walked to the hotel room. Using his key card, Aghassi opened the door.

“Listen,” the former ISA operator said. “I found out about Bill, found out what all this is really about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I made contact with Dusty and Flakjacket. They are wrapping up their deployment to the horn of Africa with Dev Group. I have the number for the Iridium phone they have been using. They want to talk to you directly.”

Aghassi handed Deckard his cellphone and showed him the number to call. Deckard hit send and held the phone to his ear. He listened as the phone began to ring. Aghassi opened the sliding door and sat out on the balcony.

“Hello?”

“Dusty? It's Deckard.”

“I was told you might be calling.”

“I have some questions for you if you have a minute.”

“I have a minute and I already know what you're going to ask. Your buddy already told me. You want to know about Bill Geddes.”

“Correct.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Bill Geddes is a fucking cancer.”

Deckard was caught off guard by such a candid comment from one of Bill's former teammates in Dev Group.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that there is a cancer that has grown within Dev Group and Bill is right at the center of it. He is responsible for the spread of this cancer. You know about the scalpings and shit?”

“I've become familiar.”

“It gets worse.”

“How the hell did all of this happen?” Deckard asked. “I mean, I'm aware of a few incidents, some things that happened in the heat of the moment, sometimes honest mistakes being made in combat. But things that none of us would be proud of.”

“This is different, dude. Way different. This is pervasive throughout the unit and Bill takes it with him wherever he goes having left the cancer behind with us. You remember early on in the war when we lost Chief McAtee?”

“I wasn't there. I heard he was on an OP in Afghanistan that got overrun or something.”

“Yeah, and there is a whole lot more. Stuff that never made it to the press. Stuff that got scrubbed even out of official debriefs.”

“Like what?”

“When the other Dev Group element in that AO got there to rescue those guys they found McAtee. He was still technically alive when our guys found him.”

“Shit.”

“They had been in the process of cutting his head off but the knives were not sharp enough to fully do the job. He was in deep shock, there was nothing that could be done to save him. The enemy also ass-raped him.”

“God damn.”

“Bill Geddes was the team leader that led the rescue effort. It was bad, Deckard, real bad. They got denied extract, got denied air support for political reasons. They left those two recce teams out there flapping. Bill blatantly disregarded orders and left his position to go save his team. No one was surprised, Bill was always an operator's operator. Shit, he was one of my instructors when I was in Green Platoon. He was the real deal.

“After McAtee, Bill changed. A lot of us did. Bill made it clear to everyone in Dev that from here on out it was an eye for an eye. Scorched earth. He started going out on objectives and taking scalps. The unofficial insignia of his squadron has a couple of hatchets on it anyway so they started carrying hatchets out on missions. The younger guys that Bill mentored got into it as well.

“He brought up a whole generation of Dev Group operators and corrupted them, turned them into war criminals. There have been some beheadings, and cleaning out entire compounds, man, woman, and children. Executions too.”

“No one tried to stop it?”

“Yeah, one of our officers went up to JSOC to try to shut this shit down. Guess what?”

“JSOC wanted to paper over it.”

“You got it. When that officer went to blow the whistle internally, JSOC immediately threatened to yank his security clearance.”

“These days it seems like Top Secret clearances are used as a
de facto
gag order and have little to do with keeping national security secrets.”

“There have been others. OGA guys have spoken out. Rangers have tried to drop dime. It is the same shit every time. Dev Group gets shut down in Afghanistan for a month so that JSOC has time to conduct an official investigation, the real purpose of which is to paper over the war crimes. Then, they are right back in business. They make sure that a SEAL gets assigned as the investigative officer and he goes in and briefs the witnesses on what he wants them to say they saw as opposed to what they actually saw.”

“What about Admiral Corbett, the JSOC commander? He was one of yours.”

“Dev is too far gone, man. I'm just trying to ride out my time to retirement and hoping I don't get killed in the process.”

“Corbett is covering it up?”

“He knows a little about it, but isn't doing anything to stop it. It is more of a see-no-evil deal for him. Deep down, he doesn't want to know. If this shit ever went public it would lead to Dev Group getting disbanded. Dude, I've seen these guys call in airstrikes on entire families just for shits and giggles. This war has been big money, lots of deployment funding rolling it and no one wants to see that go away.

“So I don't know what you are into Deckard, but if you are asking around about Bill, you need to stay the fuck away from him. Like I said, the guy is a fucking cancer on the Special Operations community. There is a conspiracy of silence about the war crimes and it goes straight to the top.”

Deckard was silent for a moment.

“I appreciate you filling me in on all of this, Dusty.”

“No problem man. And hey?”

“Yeah?”

“Be fucking careful.”

“I won't.”

“Yeah, I was afraid you would say that. In that case, good luck.”

“Thanks.”

“Hit me up when we are both back in the world. I'll buy you a drink.”

“I'm going to need it.”

28

Deckard squinted his eyes against the dust kicked up by the spinning props of the plane as he and Bill jumped off the back and hit the ground at Benina Airport. They had just arrived in Benghazi, Libya. The two Liquid Sky men stepped through the haze and out of the dust cloud.

Thirty feet in front of them at the edge of the runway, a lone figure stood with his arms crossed. Waiting. He wore khaki 5.11 pants, a black polo, Army-issue desert boots, and mirrored Oakley M-Frames. His hair cut was both high and tight.

“There he is,” Bill said.

Deckard took one look and instantly regretted not having had Pat try to get recruited by Liquid Sky to replace Zach.

“The Operator.”

“A real life fucking legend,” Bill said. “And available on short notice.”

“I wonder why,” Deckard said out of the corner of his mouth.

The two Liquid Sky shooters approached The Operator. He was almost as big as Bill. Almost. Up close Deckard could see that his short-cropped hair was salt and pepper throughout.

“I'm Bill,” the team leader said as he shook hands with The Operator. “This is Deckard.”

The Operator took Deckard's hand.

“I do not know you, but I know of you,” he said, his words stunted as if there was a period after each one.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“My squadron Sergeant Major said you were a smart aleck.”

“Listen,” Bill cut in. “I'm making you the same deal I made Deckard when we picked him up a month ago. You are hired on a provisional basis. You're on probation until I say otherwise.”

The Operator nodded his head confidently.

“I will perform to standard.”

“Jesus, you look like a real-life action figure,” Bill commented.

The Operator said nothing.

“Have you found us a ride?”

“I have secured transportation,” the new Liquid Sky member said. “I have changed the oil, test-driven the vehicle, and added improvised armor using rubber conveyer-belt material I recovered from a nearby scrapyard.”

“That's what I call service,” Bill said with satisfaction.

The three got into the Toyota Hilux that The Operator had procured and Bill drove them away from the airport. Benina Airport was just one more in a long procession of run down third world airports that they had all visited. Customs had gotten word to leave them alone and so they drove by the roundabout outside the airport and headed towards the Mediterranean coast.

Deckard noticed that Bill was driving the route by memory. He didn't use a map or GPS. Half an hour later they arrived at an oceanside compound.

“This is Yezza's
place,” Bill informed them. “An old friend. All we have to do is take possession of the package and make sure it gets on a plane for Turkey.”

“What's the package?” Deckard asked.

“You'll see.”

Soon they arrived at yet another walled compound of the type that was ubiquitous across the Middle East. Two guards stood by the front gate armed with SIG 553 sub-machine guns. Bill leaned out the open window of the pickup and waved at them. Recognizing the former SEAL, the Libyans opened the gate and let them in.

Bill parked in the driveway next to a well-tended garden and the three Americans walked towards the door. The walls looked like they were scrubbed with lyme on a regular basis. The ocean waves could be heard crashing gently on the nearby shore. A maid answered the door as they walked onto the front steps but was brushed aside as a severely overweight Libyan pushed her away. He wore Western clothes: blue jeans and a collared shirt with gold Ray Ban sunglasses but somehow he still managed to look like he was rocking a Gaddafi starter set.

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