They had inserted close to the location.
The team moved on foot towards the target. The UAV indicated 5 enemy personnel on the outside of the building and 3 teams of 2 mobile on foot walking the perimeter.
The DDM, or Designated Defensive Marksman…the sniper, eliminated the foot mobiles.
Landon worked his way up. There was a solitary guard at the door the team had selected to breach and gain entry.
Landon could see the guy through his night vision optics and the guy was really sleepy.
That fatigue cost him his life.
Landon was on him in 3 steps, turning the guy around so that Landon had his back. There is a point at the base of the skull, to the left of the spinal column, what ancient Chinese marital artists call the “Wind Gate” that Landon had targeted on the enemy. He jammed his Tanto Cold Steel combat blade in the “Wind Gate” and turned Mr. Taliban into an instant rag doll.
Landon gave the signal and the rest of the team came up and stacked on the doorway.
The breacher planted the charges, and everyone ducked their heads.
The explosives detonated and the team poured through the doorway.
Landon was 4th in the stack and went to the right.
An enemy came around a corner and Landon snapped the M-4 up and put a round between the enemy’s eyes. As he went past the body, Landon fired 2 more “security” rounds into his chest to insure they would not see that guy again.
The team moved forward prosecuting targets that appeared.
They made it to the last room and the door was slung.
They poured in, with screams of “PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN!!”
The last remaining hostage taker stood behind the hostage, jamming a pistol into the back of her head. Landon’s colleague, a 37 year old female agent, who was actually only a computer specialist but she was still a prime target for kidnapping, looked very beat up. She also looked resigned to her fate to be executed in a stinking Paki warehouse.
Landon transitioned to his Glock 22 pistol and started walking slowly towards the hostage and hostage taker. Landon had brought the pistol up into firing position and had a good sight picture of the hostage takers head.
“Just put the gun down…come on man, go easy.”
The Taliban looked up and got out, “ALLAH U AK….” He did not get to finish.
Landon sent a 40 calibre round sizzling into his forehead. The projectile punched through the hardest part of his skull, deformed and began spinning straight up. The projectile then exploded from the top of the man’s skull, taking with it most of the brain matter the skull had been housing.
Landon checked on the hostage, who was now weeping quietly.
Landon dropped down beside her and hugged her tight.
“It’s okay now. You are alright. I gotcha…you are alright.”
The team medic came running up and soon had the hostage packaged and ready for transport. They were loading her in the helicopter when another Taliban came running into the room where the hostage had been.
He tossed a grenade at the team.
The enemy was cut down by the team, but Landon scooped up the dead body of the hostage taker and dove on the grenade.
In the instant he was falling on the grenade, clutching the body of the hostage taker to absorb as much of the blast as possible and save the team, Landon thought of Eden. He wondered about his child, what they would look like. He hoped that both the child and his mother, Eden, led a long, prosperous life because this was Landon’s death song.
The grenade detonated and just as he thought the dead body took most of the force…but not all.
The explosion ripped his helmet from his head and threw him at high velocity into the concrete wall.
Landon saw Eden, pushing a child in a swing on a playground…then she was waving at a child going into school.
A tear rolled out of his eye, and then Blackness enveloped him.
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The word of the casualties from the rescue mission reached headquarters.
The team lead was critically wounded, with not a lot of hope of recovery.
The person in charge of notifying family saw that the team lead was not married but had left specific instructions to call 1 person in the event of his death or injury.
The person assigned to call dialed the number.
It rang twice then was answered.
“Yes, ma’am, I am Sargent Wagner, May I speak to…Eden Wolf, please?”
The team moved on foot towards the target. The UAV indicated 5 enemy personnel on the outside of the building and 3 teams of 2 mobile on foot walking the perimeter.
The DDM, or Designated Defensive Marksman…the sniper, eliminated the foot mobiles.
Landon worked his way up. There was a solitary guard at the door the team had selected to breach and gain entry.
Landon could see the guy through his night vision optics and the guy was really sleepy.
That fatigue cost him his life.
Landon was on him in 3 steps, turning the guy around so that Landon had his back. There is a point at the base of the skull, to the left of the spinal column, what ancient Chinese marital artists call the “Wind Gate” that Landon had targeted on the enemy. He jammed his Tanto Cold Steel combat blade in the “Wind Gate” and turned Mr. Taliban into an instant rag doll.
Landon gave the signal and the rest of the team came up and stacked on the doorway.
The breacher planted the charges, and everyone ducked their heads.
The explosives detonated and the team poured through the doorway.
Landon was 4th in the stack and went to the right.
An enemy came around a corner and Landon snapped the M-4 up and put a round between the enemy’s eyes. As he went past the body, Landon fired 2 more “security” rounds into his chest to insure they would not see that guy again.
The team moved forward prosecuting targets that appeared.
They made it to the last room and the door was slung.
They poured in, with screams of “PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN!!”
The last remaining hostage taker stood behind the hostage, jamming a pistol into the back of her head. Landon’s colleague, a 37 year old female agent, who was actually only a computer specialist but she was still a prime target for kidnapping, looked very beat up. She also looked resigned to her fate to be executed in a stinking Paki warehouse.
Landon transitioned to his Glock 22 pistol and started walking slowly towards the hostage and hostage taker. Landon had brought the pistol up into firing position and had a good sight picture of the hostage takers head.
“Just put the gun down…come on man, go easy.”
The Taliban looked up and got out, “ALLAH U AK….” He did not get to finish.
Landon sent a 40 calibre round sizzling into his forehead. The projectile punched through the hardest part of his skull, deformed and began spinning straight up. The projectile then exploded from the top of the man’s skull, taking with it most of the brain matter the skull had been housing.
Landon checked on the hostage, who was now weeping quietly.
Landon dropped down beside her and hugged her tight.
“It’s okay now. You are alright. I gotcha…you are alright.”
The team medic came running up and soon had the hostage packaged and ready for transport. They were loading her in the helicopter when another Taliban came running into the room where the hostage had been.
He tossed a grenade at the team.
The enemy was cut down by the team, but Landon scooped up the dead body of the hostage taker and dove on the grenade.
In the instant he was falling on the grenade, clutching the body of the hostage taker to absorb as much of the blast as possible and save the team, Landon thought of Eden. He wondered about his child, what they would look like. He hoped that both the child and his mother, Eden, led a long, prosperous life because this was Landon’s death song.
The grenade detonated and just as he thought the dead body took most of the force…but not all.
The explosion ripped his helmet from his head and threw him at high velocity into the concrete wall.
Landon saw Eden, pushing a child in a swing on a playground…then she was waving at a child going into school.
A tear rolled out of his eye, and then Blackness enveloped him.
======================
The word of the casualties from the rescue mission reached headquarters.
The team lead was critically wounded, with not a lot of hope of recovery.
The person in charge of notifying family saw that the team lead was not married but had left specific instructions to call 1 person in the event of his death or injury.
The person assigned to call dialed the number.
It rang twice then was answered.
“Yes, ma’am, I am Sargent Wagner, May I speak to…Eden Wolf, please?”
