Published: 22 Oct 2018

Blake and Ryan watched the warehouse from the shadows in an alley across the street. They had arrived just as the sun set below the horizon. Blake had made them approach from the west so they could use the sun’s glare and the shadows to get into position. They were being overly cautious, even though Javier had agreed to the plan last night, in today’s world things can change fast. Daileass AKA Engineer had flown in and dropped off some supplies a few hours ago and Blake and Ryan both had their packs stuffed.

The two guards in the front of the building and the lookout on the rooftop had been rotated twice while they watched. It looked to the boys, that Javier was not taking any chances on be caught with his pants down tonight. This mission counted on no one being the wiser that two teenage american commandos where tucked amongst Javier’s people. It had started to snow soon after the sun went down and at this point both boys were feeling the cold, as the snow slowly began to stick to the ground. Blake seemed less concerned with it than Ryan but Ryan was not willing to let the Gringo see him be weak so he quietly watched with Blake

It took every ounce of willpower Ryan had to not bust up laughing when he heard Blake Fart. He leaned over and whispered. “Real classy, dude.”

“Hey my butt is warm now.”

Both boys stifled their chuckles and for a moment forgot what they were about to do and were normal teenage boys again.

Blake rolled forward on the balls of his feet still maintaining a crouch but getting ready to spring up. He rechecked his gear and tapped the radio in his ear. “Shortstop you listening.” He waited for a second.

“We got you Tank, Loud and clear, These radios Command sent are pretty cool too bad we don’t have one for each of you.”

“Be glad we have, what we have, Shortstop. We are going in. Radio Silence from here on out.”

Ryan stretched his arms out and ready himself. “Ok lets go.”

The two stood and trotted out of the alley and through the snow toward the building until someone called out for them to stop.

Ryan stepped forward. “Its Blake and Ryan, Javier is expecting us.”

The guard did not lower his weapon “Stay right where you are and keep your hands where we can see them.”

The boys said nothing and followed the guard’s instructions. After about a minute Miguel stepped out of the main door, looked them over and nodded. “They good. Follow me.”

Ryan and Blake followed Miguel into the warehouse. The place was a beehive of activity as the gang got ready for their run. Blake noticed some of the guys taking some wooden crates out the back entrance, While others were cleaning and loading rifles and pistols. Miguel led them through all the activity to the office area and opened the door for them. When they walked in Javier was talking to a small group of his men. Blake and Ryan waited quietly while Javier continued.

“Esto no es diferente a cualquier otra ejecución. Vamos a dejar las drogas y recoger las armas. Los dos muchachos que tenemos con nosotros no cambian nada, excepto que recibimos algunos suministros adicionales esta noche “. He paused and looked up at Blake and Ryan “Aquí están ahora.”

He looked at Blake. “I was telling them..”

Blake smiled and cut him off. “You were telling them tonight’s run is no different than any other run.” He smiled. “Hablo español con fluidez.”

“You surprise me Gringo. So let’s talk about the supplies.”

Blake and Ryan took their heavy packs off and set them down on the floor in front of them. Blake pointed at the one Ryan was carrying. “Canned goods, First Aid kits, Basic medicines including antibiotics with instructions on how and when to use each one, and a couple of asthma inhalers. ” He paused before he continued. “This one is a little more of a gift to you for helping us.” He reached down and pulled a bottle of vodka and 2 bottles of Tequila.” By the time he got to the Tequila everyone in the room was cheering. He held up his hand “What there is more.”

He reached back into his bag and pulled out a couple boxes of hershey’s chocolate bars, then 2 two liters of coke. “There is a lot more supplies including two generators and gallons of fuel we just have to figure out how to get it to you. We can’t really carry it all.”

Javier smiled. “We can come and get it. We have an army truck. The pricks running the city gave it to us to get them their drugs.”

Blake nodded. “Ok that works. So how is this going to work tonight, what’s the plan.”

“We load the truck, we drive the truck to the place, we unload the truck and reload it with the guns and bullets and then we drive back. That’s the plan.”

“Seams simple enough.”

“You two are with me the whole time. You don’t speak unless someone asks you a question and even then you look to me. My posse know to keep their mouths shut while we’re there. Grab you gear we are moving out as soon as the truck is loaded.”

Ryan and Blake did a double check on the weapons and the Cameras installed in their jacket. The cameras were included at the last minute by Lieutenant Payne. The camera pack was hidden inside their jackets with a wire leading to the collar were the lens was hidden behind a mesh of the same color as the jacket. Unless you physically grabbed the lens you could not see it. The two underage commando’s walked out the back of the warehouse and watched as the last crate was loaded.

Javier came out and looked into the back of the truck. “Ok Miguel, Oscar, Julio and Jorge you’re in the back. Ryan and Blake you’re up front with me, let’s roll and get this over with so we can get back here and have a drink.”

They all climbed into the truck and the tires crunched as they crushed the snow.

Major Rizzo looked up as the two ASI officers walked into his office. “Welcome back gentlemen. How can I help you tonight?”

Juan walked into the office and set the attache case he was carrying down next to the desk. “Major could we take a walk please there is something I want to show you.”

“Very well. Let me grab lieutenant Caldwell my XO.”

The two argentinian officers looked at each other for a second. Before Juan nodded, “That’s fine Major but make it quick.”

The four officers left the office and walked halfway to the Fort Myers, main gate before Juan stopped. “This should be far enough. Major, we are going to really stick our necks out here but we think we can trust you, and I hope, for your sake, you don’t prove us wrong. My name is Juan Nunez, technically I am a Captain in the United States Marines and this is Carlos Ortiz, prior to all this mess we were Daytona PD Swat. Admiral Norris sent us in to do a recon of the area.”

The Major smiled smugly at them.. “You guys suck at being AIS by the way. I had you pegged from the beginning. So how does one go from being SWAT to being an intelligence operative?”

Carlos shrugged. “That’s a really long story that is better left to share over a bottle of bourbon after the war is over. For now just know that we work directly for Admiral Norris and are part of Naval intelligence and you all should hold on tight the next 48 hours is gonna get real bumpy”

Juan looked around to ensure no one could overhear them talking. “At this very moment, we have another team member doing a recon at Dumbarton House, that where most of your men’s children are being held. Our intention is send our intell to command and have them send in a team to conduct a raid and rescue the kids there, your kids.”

The Major got very serious. “Count us in.”

“Major, we have a more important Job for you, in just over 24 hours, Admiral Norris intends to attack and liberate Washington, DC. When he does your men need to take and hold Fort Myers.”

Everyone paused as Lieutenant Caldwell looked around to once again make sure no one was in ear shot. “There is something you should know. The Argentinian guard commander here could be turned.”

Juan cocked his head. “What makes you say that.”

“First as an Army Intelligence officer, it’s my job. Second he is in love with me.”

Juan just stared at him for a second. “How sure are you Lieutenant?”

“Pretty sure, most if this unit including the commanding officer, believe they should not even be here. They are very nationalistic and are only here because they were ordered to be here. The General in command was sent to the US to get him away from Argentina. ”

Juan thought for a minute and looked at the Major and Lieutenant. “If we could get the guard commander away from the troops for a little while, would it help?”

Lieutenant Caldwell thought for a moment. “It might, but how are you going to do that?”

“Arrest the both of you and bring you with us. That should piss his men off too.”

“It could work. There are some abandoned buildings to the west, we would not have to go very far. I think I could get him to work with us. But I am not sure.”

Carlos smiled. “I bet they don’t know that their ally’s sold them out to us. The Ashwood troops pulled out and told us they would and practically gave us DC all we have to do is eliminate the Argentinian force in place.”

“General Manzo is going to be pissed when he finds out. That might be enough information to get Lieutenant Garcia to help us.”

Juan thought for a minute. “If he doesn’t agree to help us, you realize I will have to do whatever it takes to protect the mission.”

Jerry’s face went lost all its color when he realized what Juan meant. “He will help us I promise, I know he will.”

Juan looked over at at as couple of Argentinian soldiers walked by. He raised his voice a little. “MAJOR, Lieutenant Caldwell will be coming with us.” he and Carlos each grabbed one of the young officer’s arms. “¡Ustedes dos! ¡Tráeme teniente inmediatamente!”

The two Argentinian soldiers snapped a salute and raced back the way they came.

Jerry shrugged a little. “You guys don’t have to be so rough.”

Juan smiled. “It has to look good.”

“Ok Major. We have a lot of work to do. No matter what happens do not engage the Argentinian guards until you see the attack begin in DC. The Guards should be looking out in that direction and preparing to meet the attack. If you time it right you will be attacking their rear.”

“Got it we will be ready.”

Juan took a deep breath. “Major, this is not in the plan for the Admiral but we are going to go back and send a message, knowing he has a force on the ground already he count on will be a huge asset.”

The Major shrugged. “You just have to make sure our kids are safe, got it?”

Carlos smiled. “Come hell or high water Major. There is a radio in the attach case we left in your office. Its short range but its encrypted. Contact us if anything changes and we will do the same.”

Juan stiffened up. “Lets all pray this works. Here they come, looked pissed.”

Lieutenant Gabriel Garcia came storming up to the group. “What is the meaning of this.”

Carlos let go of Jerry’s arm and grabbed the argentinian officer’s. “Lieutenant you need to come with us right now.”

“I have my duties to attend to. This is an outrage.”

“Lieutenant do not fight us on this or it will be even worse for you. Come along quietly and you might survive this.”

Lieutenant Garcia’s face went white and he allowed Carlos to guide them to the stolen Humvee they were using. Carlos sat in the back with Gabriel. Juan made Jerry sit in the front. The drove out the west gate of Fort Myers and drove a few city blocks until they were out of site of the base. The tense silence in the vehicle was almost palatable finally Carlos pointed at a building.

“That one should be fine.”

Juan turned into the underground parking garage driving through the wooden barrier as if it was a toothpick.

They jumped out of the humvee and opened the doors for the prisoners. “Follow me please gentlemen.” Juan barked at them. Juan took the lead and Carlos waved them to follow Juan, so he could bring up the rear. Juan quickly bounded up the graffiti covered and litter strewn stairs from the garage to the first floor and found an empty office with a couple chairs that appeared to be in functioning condition. The offices had obviously been looted already, papers and broken office equipment littered the floor and some of the window panes where cracked..

Juan sat on the desk and pointed at the two chairs. “Sit down.”

Gabriel sat down and looked at Jerry then back at the two ASI officers. “What is the meaning of this?”

Juan took off his hat and set it on the desk and switched to english. “Relax lieutenant Garcia. We are just here to deliver a message.”

“What do you mean? What kind of message.”

“Are your commanders aware your American allies sold you out?”

“I don’t understand.”

Jerry leaned over and took his hand. “Gabe these are not ASI officers they work for the other American army the one about to attack DC.”

Gabriel pulled his hand away and started to stand but felt Carlo’s hand on his shoulder holding him down.

Juan sighed. “Gabriel, may I call you Gabriel.” He didn’t wait for a response. “When the American Army pulled out of DC they informed us of what they were doing. I am also sure they told your Commanders to expect an attack they should be able to easily repel”

“They told us it was just one Marine Expeditionary Unit.”

“Its way bigger than that. The Brits and French are helping us as well. They left you behind so we would attack here allowing them to escape. “

“How am I to believe all this?”

“Why would we bring you here and tell you all this if it wasn’t true. What does it benefit us. We don’t need to attack here, DC is nothing more than a symbol for us. Passing DC and attacking the main body in Richmond Virginia is what we really should be doing. They left DC just way to tempting for us to skip. It’s mutually beneficial for both armies. We get to claim a major victory in DC and they get to withdraw and refortify. Gabriel they they bought that with your blood, you and your men are the sacrifice. ”

Juan stood up and started pacing. “Listen Gabriel, we know you got, shall we say acquainted with Jerry here to gather intelligence.” He kept his back turned but trusted the two of them would share a look of shock. “And of course Jerry started the relationship for the same purpose, but we all know it has moved beyond that, now. What we are doing here is giving you some intelligence to you can use. The attacking Army is bigger than you expect by at least 4 times and they are attacking because your allies told them it is just your army here. You do what you want with that information.”

The room was silent for a minute, before Gabriel slumped down in his chair a little. “What do you want in return?”

Juan turned to face him. “We want you to allow us to take Fort Myers, you need to move the majority of your troops away from the area. This information is from Lieutenant Caldwell and should give your seniors enough to allow you to move most of your troops. The pentagon is the primary target on this side of the river. ”

Gabriel just sat there with his head in his hands looking down at the floor. He finally looked up with tears in eyes. “I want to Defect.”

The room was so silent the men in it could hear each other breath. Even the wind whistling through the broken windows stopped for a second.

Juan noticed movement on the roof of the building across the street. “We have to leave now. We will release you back at Fort Myers. Gabriel, I hate to be crass but if you want to defect and stay here in the states with Jerry, we can make that happen, but you would have to make it worth it for us to do that.”

Gabriel nodded and stood. “I understand and I will. I will need to talk to my commanding officers and tell them what I discovered about our supposed allies.”

The four officers quickly hurried to the hummvee and raced back out of the garage and back towards Fort Myers. The entire time the crosshairs of a us Marine sniper team was trained on them.

Blake and Ryan watched as the truck slowed in front of a giant iron gate with the letters DH scrolled on either side. The snow had really begun to pick up and there was a fine white coating starting to cover everything. Two guards stepped out of a little guard shack and approached the truck.

Javier rolled down the window. “Monty it’s good to see you again.” Javier handed him a small package.

“You too Javier.” He turned and looked at the other guard. “Open the gate, now”

The second guard stepped back into the shack and moments later the giant gate began to swing inward pushing the fine layer of snow off the drive as it opened.

Monty, the first guard stepped back from the truck and waved them through. The truck lurched forward and very quickly the main house came into view. They obviously had a great generator system as the house was lite up like a christmas tree. If they didn’t know what really went on inside it would almost be warm and welcoming.

The pulled off the main drive to a side entrance and two Argentinian officers met them. Javier jumped down from the truck and Blake and Ryan followed. The others all began climbing out of the back and Miguel was carrying a large backpack. No one said a word as they followed the two officers into the building. The first thing Blake and Ryan noticed was the mansion was stunning and immaculate. The marble floors looked like they had been polished just minutes before their arrival. There was not an speck of dust anywhere to be seen. Ryan looked over at Blake and could see the pure anger on his face. They turned the corner to and went up a short flight of stairs to another hall, this one carpeted. As they passed the rooms on each side of the hall they noticed each on had a sign on it. Operations, Supply, Training and Communications. The very next door was Commanders Office. One of the two officers escorting them rapped on the door and both entered, closing the door and leaving Javier and his team in the hall.

Javier turned to them. “Blake, Ryan stay out here.” He glanced at the door marked communications and Blake nodded.

The door opened again and one of the officers waived Javier and his team into the office. Ryan went to the far side if the door and took up a guard positions and Blake did the same on the other side, which put him in right next to the communications office. He sighed in frustration and looked over at Ryan.

“The door is too thick I can’t hear anything.”

Ryan nearly jumped out of skin when he heard the voice in his head. He glared at Blake and then smiled. He quickly pointed to his ear and nodded.

Blake thought for a minute and then smiled. He reached up and pulled the earbud out of his ear. He knelt down as if adjusting his bootlaces and quickly put the earbud on the floor against the door.

“Hey Brett, I think we have a problem here. The sound got really muffled and I think I can hear voices.”

“Can you turn up the volume a little.” He watched as Kyle adjust the volume. “That’s Spanish and its radio traffic. Sounds pretty routine just guards checking in. Maybe 10 guard teams patrolling the perimeter, Two teams on the roof. They are checking in by callsign so I don’t know how many in each team.”

Kyle nodded as he furiously jotted the notes down. “Got it.”

“Sounds like Blake is using his ear piece as a bug. Good thing Payne gave us a scrambled radio system…. Wait thats a new voice. It sounds like Teams are moving into attack position.” Brett looked at Kyle ”Fuck! Blake has his ear piece out and it’s a trap.” He reached over and grabbed the other radio set “Tracer, I think Dumbarton is a trap and Tank has his earpiece out.”

Juan’s voice came over the radio “Roger Shortstop we are moving there, Now. ETA 15 minutes”

Brett looked over at Kyle and grabbed his hand. “Kyle we need to get them out of there.”

“How much time do they have?”

“I don’t know, let me listen. They are just starting to get into place. Ok they are assembling at grid 325729” He paused while he looked at his map. “That’s right behind us, its no where near Dumbarton, What the fuck are they up to?”

Kyle jumped up. “We are the target!” He raced out of the room yelling. “James, Carl we have to go now, we are about to be attacked!!!”

Brett grabbed the radio mic. “Tracer, its not dumbarton. The Abbey is the target.”

He didn’t wait for a response but instead switched channels to reach duck Island. “DI this is Shadow warriors our position is compromised we are going dark.”

He reached over and grabbed the portable radio and quickly strapped the blades onto his legs. He looked up as James and Kyle came running back in fully armed and carrying as much gear as they could. “Where is Carl.”

“I don’t know he said he was coming to see you guys hours ago.” James tossed him a pack and he threw it on his back.

“He never came in here. We need to find him. There is no way he is going to be prepared, how the fuck did they find us.””

James looked around. “FUCK FUCK FUCK I AM GOING TO KILL THAT BLOODY FUCKING CUNT.”

Kyle looked at him and then Brett. Bretts face was beet red with anger. It took second. “Holy fuck, he sold us out.”

James looked at them both. “Let’s go now. We will deal with him later. He grabbed a flashlight and went to what a looked like a fuse panel in the wall. He pulled on the panel and the entire thing swung out and a second electronic panel could be seen. He quickly entered a code and a time started at 5:00 mins “We have five minutes before the entire the main building collapses from demolition charges.”

“How the fuck are we gonna get clear in five minutes.”

James looked over his shoulder. “There is an old tunnel that leads to the New Zealand Embassy it was built in 1939 and hasn’t been used in since the 70’s. Only the ambassador and the MI-6 Chief know about it.”

Brett and Kyle followed quickly as the went down a set of stairs to the furnace room of the embassy. James stopped and reached behind and old cabinet and began feeling around. They heard a click and a small section of the wall began to swing out. It moved about a foot and stopped. “Fuck its stuck. Help me”

All three guys began pulling on the wall and managed to move it just enough. James shrugged his pack off. “Take off your packs and squeeze through I will hand you the gear.”

Kyle squeezed through and turned around to help Brett. After Brett managed to get through they both grabbed all the gear James handed through the crack. James started to squeeze through and got stuck. “Go RUN both of you.”

“Fuck that.” Brett grabbed him and pulled with all his strength. The all tumbled in a heap on the floor when the SAS agent slipped through.

“Grab the gear lets go we need to run. We have 2 minutes left.” He turned on a flashlight and began running. All three of them plowed through 40 year old cobwebs so thick they could barely see 5 feet in front of them but they did not stop. They just kept hurtling down the tunnel. They ignored the sounds of rats scurrying along by their feet and just kept running.

Ryan looked over at Blake as a door down the hall opened. Four Argentinian officers flanking a young man came down the hall and passed by them. Blake recognized the young man from Kettle Falls and it took all of his discipline to not react.

As the men and boy passed by Javier and his people came out of the commander’s office. “Ok supplies are loaded on the truck we can get out of here now.”

Blake reached down and adjusted his boots again and skillfully reached back and grabbed the earbud and slipped it into his pocket. Once they were in the truck and moving away from the building he reached in his pocket and slipped the earbud back in. Immediately he was bombarded by Juan and Brett trying to figure out where each other was.

He looked over at Javier and Ryan. “Shortstop this is tank we are cleared from Dumbarton, moving back to the Dukes palace.”

Javier glanced over at him. “What the fuck gringo you had a radio. And who the fuck is the Duke.”

‘You’re the Duke, chill something is wrong.”

‘Tank, This is shortstop, Westminster Abbey is compromised, determining alternate meeting point.”

Blake thought for a minute. “Meet at Mama’s place.”

“Prefect Tank. Be advised we believe Carl is a traitor.”

Blake took a deep breath. “Then we have a huge fucking problem. King Arthur is being held by the Argentinians and is at Dumbarton.”

The Radio went silent for a moment. “Understood. It’s only a matter of time before Carl warns them of our recon and plans for Dumbarton. We have a very short window here. Rally at Mama’s Place ASAP.”

Brett looked over at James as they watched Mama Gil’s house from an abandoned storefront across the street. The store appeared to be an old spanish bodega but was stripped bare by looters.

“James you can’t do it alone. We are gonna help you get him.”

“Brett, I can’t wait. This is my King we are talking about and no one knows they have him.”

Brett took a deep breath. “We know and we are on your side. By yourself you have zero chance of getting him out of there. Let me gather my people together and we are going to go in with you. Even with us there is only a slight chance we will pull this off.”

James was quiet for a minute and stared out into the snow. He lost himself in the swirling snow for a minute as for the first time in his career as an SIS agent he felt hopeless. Arthur was rapidly becoming a symbol not just for the United Kingdom but most of the world. He was young and eager and perhaps a bit reactionary but his love for his people could be seen in eyes and heard in his voice. James knew he had no choice but to attempt a rescue even if it meant certain death for him.

“One hour or I go by myself.” James continued to stare straight into the snow and did not even glance at Brett as he made his demand.

Javier concentrated on the road as visibility was rapidly declining.. “You gonna fill us in Gringo”

“Our base at the embassy is compromised. A British SAS agent sold us out to the Argentinians.”

Javier slammed his fist on the steering wheel. “Fuck! If they know we helped they are gonna come after us big time.”

“No offense Javier but you are the last thing they are worried about. They kidnapped the King of England and are holding him at Dumbarton for now, but will move him very soon.”

Ryan sighed. “We got to go get him out, now.”

“I agree we need to get him him out, ASAP. Javier you can leave us and we will go by foot to the rally point with our guys.”

The gang leader was silent for a minute. “Fuck that! we are all in this now. We are going with. I will send Miguel and Jorge to gather my people rescue the King guy.”

The silence in the cab of the truck was absolute as both Ryan and Blake considered letting the gang members be involved. Finally Ryan was the one to break the moment.

“We are gonna need their help. We just saw how secure that place is and there is a fucking Argentinian attack force at the embassy just a few blocks away. Even with their help it’s probably a suicide mission.”

Javier glanced over at the two of them. “You don’t really have a choice here; we are coming whether you like it or not, I agreed to help you assholes and now the fucking dickheads know it. My people are fucked and the only choice I have is to see it through, So fuck you if you don’t like the idea of us helping. Its your fuckin fault we are part of this mess.” He eased the truck to a stop on the side road and jumped out.

“Everyone out! And bring the big box.” He shouted into the back. Javier stood off to the side and waiting for everyone to get out. “Okay you all are my most trusted homies. Shit is hitting the fan fast. We are going back to Dumbarton and we are helping these guys attack it. Miguel and Jorge you are going to take the truck and go to our warehouse. Get everyone you can and use the subway to move to Rosslyn station. Take everyone to the construction site behind the station.”

Miguel nodded. “The building that was never finished were you and I first met. Got it.”

“Wait there for me. If I never come back just dig in and stay low. Until the battle ends and then get the fuck out of DC.”

“Got it boss.”

“Ok go now.” He watched as the Miguel and Jorge jumped into the truck and took off down the road. He looked over to Blake and Ryan and then bent down and opened the box at his feet. Inside where two brand new sniper rifles with scopes already attached. “Don’t ask were I got them but me and my peeps are not very good with them” Blake smiled “I know two guys that are going to get a woodie from these.”

Javier just smiled. “If you say so. Ok lead the way to Mama’s place.”

“It’s right behind the Fairmont Hotel.”

“Oh shit that’s close. It’s right over the parkway. Let’s move.”

Brett watched quietly as his team was preparing for what he knew was going to be a suicide mission. The team had quickly gathered at the house he and Brett had visited the first night in DC. Gil, the 17 year old house parent was getting the wayward kids he had sheltered here since the beginning of the war, ready to race as quickly as they could to what he hoped would be a safe area with the remnants of the loyal Army near Rosline Virginia.

Brett stood up and waked over to Gil. “Gil, I am so sorry I have put you and the Kids in danger. We are desperate, shit is going downhill fast.”

Gil stopped helping one of the younger kids pack is backpack and pulled Brett over to a corner. “Honey, You best not be getting all whoa is me for this sit. You have a job to do, and you need to use whatever resources you can to help stop all the craziness that is going on. This was bound to happen at some point, it’s a fucking mess out there and we all knew we were on borrowed time. At least this way we have a chance of getting out alive. You boys do what you have to do and get your asses to safety.”

Brett smiled at one of his oldest friends and walked back over to his team. It seemed strange they really had only know all of each other for a couple weeks but they treated each other like the closest family members ever imagined. “Can I get everyone’s attention please. Gil you know where to take your kids and meet up with Javier’s people right?”

“Yes, We are almost ready to go.”

“Good. I want everyone to truly understand what is about to happen. Gil you and the kids are going to be exposed to the Argentinians and the weather. It’s gonna be cold and miserable out there and you need to go slowly and carefully. I know everyone of you know how to hide and avoid detection but you cannot stop until you get to Rosilin Station. That’s the meeting point. All of the intel suggests The Argentinians have mostly overlooked the subway tunnels. But that doesn’t mean they are completely ignoring them so be extra careful out there.”

GIl just nodded his head at Brett.

“Javier, Oscar and Julio, welcome to the shadow warriors. Everyone needs to understand what we are about to do. A small under trained, under equipped spy team is about to attack an enemy guard force more than 4 times its size with reinforcement less than 8 minutes away. We honestly have very slight odds of pulling this off and before we do this I need to say something to you all.” Kyle started to say something but Brett cut him off. “Babe I need to say this. I am honored to have served with each and everyone of you. This crazy shit started right here in DC for me when I stole a Disk containing all the names of the citizens the current administration wants to imprison and more than likely kill. I decided at that moment that something had to change, someone had to stand up to tyranny. I am not patriotic in any way but I am a human being and I can’t just stand by while these assholes attempt to enslave my fellow human beings. I lost my legs in my attempt to get that disk to someone who could help and at first I was sullen and ready to give up until I met a man that refuses to give up. No matter how many times he gets knocked down he keeps getting up and keeps fighting. He has surrounded himself with some amazing people and I am proud to serve him. Admiral Norris will not stop fighting until the world is set right or he is dead. And today I am making the same oath. I will not stop until this is over or I am dead.”

Juan stepped out of the group. “Brett, we are with you to the bitter end, whether that is tonight or 10 years from now.”

Everyone on the team nodded and circled around Brett. He smiled. “No group hug for christ sa………” the rest was muffled by his team all grabbing him into a giant group hug. After they broke the hug Brett shewed them back.

“Juan, Carlos you guys gonna be able to make use of the new toys Javier and his team brought you?”

“Hell yes. The new toys are Steyr SSG 69 mounted with a night scope. These are the same exact models we used for training.“

Brett walked over to the map in the table. “Good see this house here it has one of the widow walk things on top and is two stories taller than Dumbarton. With it being winter and the tree cover gone you should have a clear view of the entire rear of the estate. Our best approach will be along this low wall here. It leads right up to this side entrance.That’s where we will breach. Let me be clear on this, our priority is to get as many people out as possible but Arthur, from this point forward code named, Daredevil, is our highest priority. We are going to do this and some if not all of us may not make it. But as I see it we don’t have a choice. The Tomb Guards know what’s going on and will be quietly moving out to Rosslyn station to prepare to assist us. Once we get to Arlington I have no idea what’s going to happen we can only hope The Admiral will be able to assist in getting us out. Until then we cannot expect help, we are on our own.”

Blake leaned over and whispered something into Brett’s ear causing Brett to pause. He turned completely to Blake when Blake stepped back.

“Would it work?

“If there is anyone close enough but I am going to be unconscious for a few minutes. But we won’t know if it worked until i wake up.”

“It’s worth the try, Do it now. Juan and Carlos carry Blake until he wakes up. We move now, if you don’t want to go with us then head to arlington and meet us there.”

Everyone started to hustle to grab their gear and Blake sat down and closed his eyes for a second then slumped over in the chair. Juan and Carlos started to grab him but Javier stepped in. “Let me and my guys carry him your hands need to be free.”

Juan looked over to Brett who just nodded and they all hustled out of the building into the swirling snow.

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