SEAL Team Bravo: Black Ops VI - Guantanamo by Eric Meyer Page B
Authors: Eric Meyer
Tags: thriller, Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, Mystery, War & Military, Genre Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, War, Men's Adventure
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to use semi-submersibles for putting their product ashore. The craft are ideal for short-range clandestine insertions, and we know they can carry a limited number of people. They hang onto the side of the hull, with most of their bodies underwater, and they're almost invisible to radar."
Walker looked skeptical. "The Colombians? It doesn't make sense. Why would they help Al Qaeda operatives get out of Guantanamo just to make an attack on the United States?"
"They could be working together," Evers replied, "We've hit them pretty hard lately, both the drug trade and Al Qaeda. If they want to hit us back, it makes perfect sense for them to form an alliance. The cartels have the money and the resources, and Al Qaeda has the men to carry out suicide attacks."
"Jesus." Walker sighed, "If what you say is true, we're in the shit. Deep shit. In which case, the question is how do we deal with it? How do we hunt these people down and kill them?" No one offered an answer, "It looks to me as if we need to send in a Special Forces team." He glanced at Jacks' screen, "I guess that's your department, Admiral."
Jacks nodded. "That's what they pay us for."
The Admiral was unusually terse. General Walker knew of the situation with his Seal Team and was sympathetic. But he also knew the pressure they were under from the Colombian government. They wanted blood, in return for the men who were killed. They'd threatened to call off all efforts to stop Colombian drug shipments to the US, which would have meant a torrent of cocaine going into the States, almost enough to cripple the country. The Seals had been thrown to the dogs; there was no question. But what else could they have done? He nodded to Jacks.
"What are our options? I assume we have to send a Special Forces unit into Cuba to track them, maybe more than one?"
Brooks smiled, but his eyes were cold. "Cuba, General? Assuming they're still there and haven't reached the mainland, it would take a lot of time to fix it all up. We'd need the cooperation of the Cubans to send in US military personnel, and that isn't going to happen overnight."
Walker nodded. Normally, there'd be no question of asking the Cuban government; they'd just go in. But he couldn't blame Jacks for playing cagey, not after the Colombian business. He looked at the screen for Delta Force.
"Colonel Moore, I want you to put a unit of Deltas to readiness. They'll be..." He stopped, as he saw Moore shaking his head. "What is it?"
"Two things, General." Moore stared back at him, his face hard and weathered. He looked like he'd been hewn from solid oak, and his skull was almost bald, with a buzz cut that would have looked short on a marine. "First, as Admiral Jacks said, we'd need to get the okay from the Cubans. Second, this is an amphibious operation, which makes it a Seal mission. It's not what we train for."
So that's the way it’s going to be. Jacks forewarned them.
He managed a tight smile. "I guess if I contacted MARSOC, or the FMF, they'd say the same."
The US Marine Corps Special Operations Command, MARSOC, and the Fleet Marine Force, existed to carry out clandestine missions. Usually.
Colonel Moore shrugged. "You'd have to ask them, General. But it wouldn't surprise me."
Another voice intruded, "General Walker."
He looked at Danny Evers, the CIA man from Panama.
"You have something to contribute, son?"
"Not exactly, no. It's just that the kind of operation you're suggesting is a political minefield. CIA has been working to get on good relations with these countries for years. You can't just send in Special Forces to trample across their borders. It could create an international incident and set us back a decade. Apart from other considerations, we'd break enough laws to tie up the international courts for years. We have to wait until they cross into our territory, General. When they get here, we have more than enough resources to locate them once they're on US soil."
He scowled at the spook. "You
Walker looked skeptical. "The Colombians? It doesn't make sense. Why would they help Al Qaeda operatives get out of Guantanamo just to make an attack on the United States?"
"They could be working together," Evers replied, "We've hit them pretty hard lately, both the drug trade and Al Qaeda. If they want to hit us back, it makes perfect sense for them to form an alliance. The cartels have the money and the resources, and Al Qaeda has the men to carry out suicide attacks."
"Jesus." Walker sighed, "If what you say is true, we're in the shit. Deep shit. In which case, the question is how do we deal with it? How do we hunt these people down and kill them?" No one offered an answer, "It looks to me as if we need to send in a Special Forces team." He glanced at Jacks' screen, "I guess that's your department, Admiral."
Jacks nodded. "That's what they pay us for."
The Admiral was unusually terse. General Walker knew of the situation with his Seal Team and was sympathetic. But he also knew the pressure they were under from the Colombian government. They wanted blood, in return for the men who were killed. They'd threatened to call off all efforts to stop Colombian drug shipments to the US, which would have meant a torrent of cocaine going into the States, almost enough to cripple the country. The Seals had been thrown to the dogs; there was no question. But what else could they have done? He nodded to Jacks.
"What are our options? I assume we have to send a Special Forces unit into Cuba to track them, maybe more than one?"
Brooks smiled, but his eyes were cold. "Cuba, General? Assuming they're still there and haven't reached the mainland, it would take a lot of time to fix it all up. We'd need the cooperation of the Cubans to send in US military personnel, and that isn't going to happen overnight."
Walker nodded. Normally, there'd be no question of asking the Cuban government; they'd just go in. But he couldn't blame Jacks for playing cagey, not after the Colombian business. He looked at the screen for Delta Force.
"Colonel Moore, I want you to put a unit of Deltas to readiness. They'll be..." He stopped, as he saw Moore shaking his head. "What is it?"
"Two things, General." Moore stared back at him, his face hard and weathered. He looked like he'd been hewn from solid oak, and his skull was almost bald, with a buzz cut that would have looked short on a marine. "First, as Admiral Jacks said, we'd need to get the okay from the Cubans. Second, this is an amphibious operation, which makes it a Seal mission. It's not what we train for."
So that's the way it’s going to be. Jacks forewarned them.
He managed a tight smile. "I guess if I contacted MARSOC, or the FMF, they'd say the same."
The US Marine Corps Special Operations Command, MARSOC, and the Fleet Marine Force, existed to carry out clandestine missions. Usually.
Colonel Moore shrugged. "You'd have to ask them, General. But it wouldn't surprise me."
Another voice intruded, "General Walker."
He looked at Danny Evers, the CIA man from Panama.
"You have something to contribute, son?"
"Not exactly, no. It's just that the kind of operation you're suggesting is a political minefield. CIA has been working to get on good relations with these countries for years. You can't just send in Special Forces to trample across their borders. It could create an international incident and set us back a decade. Apart from other considerations, we'd break enough laws to tie up the international courts for years. We have to wait until they cross into our territory, General. When they get here, we have more than enough resources to locate them once they're on US soil."
He scowled at the spook. "You
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