wanted to go in by themselves. I convinced them they needed some real fighting types along.”
“Thanks a bunch, Stroh,” Jaybird said.
“No thanks needed. See you tomorrow.” Stroh hurried out the door.
“Is that guy for real?” Fernandez asked.
Murdock said the same line in Arabic. Then pointed atFernandez. “Repeat what I said. It’s Arabic for what you just asked.”
They kept working on the language and the book until Murdock called a halt at 2300.
“Lights out, men. We’ll hit it again tomorrow.”
The Arabic language and customs and culture lessons went well the next three days. Then the last day they went to the range and met their new tools.
Murdock looked at the weapons on the folding table and smiled. He picked up a small submachine gun that could be fired with one hand. It was less than eleven inches long, spit out 9mm Parabellums and could chatter off seven hundred rounds per minute.
A CIA arms specialist nodded at Murdock. “Dandy little weapon. Made in Peru, called the MGP-15. We like it without the folding stock for easy concealment. Magazine takes thirty-two rounds and is interchangeable with the Uzi magazine. We can provide you with one per man if you want them.”
They had their pick of weapons. The standard H K MP-5 was on the table in a configuration that fired. 40-caliber Smith and Wesson rounds.
Murdock looked at the display. There were no long weapons on the table. He dug out Stroh. “What’s with all of these short-range weapons? Does that mean that we’re parachuting in?”
Stroh gave Murdock one of those “I can’t tell you” looks, then took a deep breath. “Actually we’re not sure yet. Getting into Syria can be a big hairy problem. Their airports and ticketing agencies are notorious for being hard to crack. We could even go over the Golan Heights and use cars to motor into the capital. We’re just not sure yet. We have four agents inside Syria now who will be working with you on this project. It’s high profile and top secret, if you can use those two ideas together. You find out about it tomorrow morning on your last day here. Our director will give you the briefing with the chief of naval operations sitting beside him.”
“Does sound high profile. So, do we get some automatic rifles to look over or not?” Stroh pointed at anothertable that had a waterproof plastic cover. Two men took off the cover. The table held twelve different automatic rifles. None of U.S. make.
“Yeah, okay. I’d say we should go with the MGP-15 from Peru. I want each man to have one. Will we have any need for sniper rifles?”
“I don’t know that much about the situation there,” Stroh said. “Wouldn’t hurt.”
“Okay, let’s go with two H and K PSGI sniper rifles. The 7.62-NATO-round and 20-round magazines. We’ll want them with the sound suppressor.” Murdock looked over the table of automatic rifles. The rest of the SEALs came up and checked out the group.
“We might as well go with the AK-47,” Jaybird said. “We know what it can do and it has a big enough slug to drop a lot of people in a rush.”
Murdock looked at the others, who nodded. Bradford picked up a rifle that looked a lot like the M-16. It was a Taiwan copy, only it didn’t have the carrying handle on top.
“Doesn’t feel right,” he said, putting it down. “Let’s do the AKs.”
Stroh had men uncover the third table. It had more than twenty different small hideout weapons on it.
“I want every man to have an ankle hideout,” Murdock said. “Pick the size and caliber you want. I’d go with the revolvers for reliability. No matter how much dust and dirt you wade through, the revolver is going to revolve and fire on demand. A sleek little automatic might jam up on your just when you need it.”
Murdock picked the Astra Cadix from Spain. It had a two-inch barrel and in. 22-caliber there were nine chambers to hold rounds. No safety, so he’d keep the ninth chamber empty. Beat five full
“Thanks a bunch, Stroh,” Jaybird said.
“No thanks needed. See you tomorrow.” Stroh hurried out the door.
“Is that guy for real?” Fernandez asked.
Murdock said the same line in Arabic. Then pointed atFernandez. “Repeat what I said. It’s Arabic for what you just asked.”
They kept working on the language and the book until Murdock called a halt at 2300.
“Lights out, men. We’ll hit it again tomorrow.”
The Arabic language and customs and culture lessons went well the next three days. Then the last day they went to the range and met their new tools.
Murdock looked at the weapons on the folding table and smiled. He picked up a small submachine gun that could be fired with one hand. It was less than eleven inches long, spit out 9mm Parabellums and could chatter off seven hundred rounds per minute.
A CIA arms specialist nodded at Murdock. “Dandy little weapon. Made in Peru, called the MGP-15. We like it without the folding stock for easy concealment. Magazine takes thirty-two rounds and is interchangeable with the Uzi magazine. We can provide you with one per man if you want them.”
They had their pick of weapons. The standard H K MP-5 was on the table in a configuration that fired. 40-caliber Smith and Wesson rounds.
Murdock looked at the display. There were no long weapons on the table. He dug out Stroh. “What’s with all of these short-range weapons? Does that mean that we’re parachuting in?”
Stroh gave Murdock one of those “I can’t tell you” looks, then took a deep breath. “Actually we’re not sure yet. Getting into Syria can be a big hairy problem. Their airports and ticketing agencies are notorious for being hard to crack. We could even go over the Golan Heights and use cars to motor into the capital. We’re just not sure yet. We have four agents inside Syria now who will be working with you on this project. It’s high profile and top secret, if you can use those two ideas together. You find out about it tomorrow morning on your last day here. Our director will give you the briefing with the chief of naval operations sitting beside him.”
“Does sound high profile. So, do we get some automatic rifles to look over or not?” Stroh pointed at anothertable that had a waterproof plastic cover. Two men took off the cover. The table held twelve different automatic rifles. None of U.S. make.
“Yeah, okay. I’d say we should go with the MGP-15 from Peru. I want each man to have one. Will we have any need for sniper rifles?”
“I don’t know that much about the situation there,” Stroh said. “Wouldn’t hurt.”
“Okay, let’s go with two H and K PSGI sniper rifles. The 7.62-NATO-round and 20-round magazines. We’ll want them with the sound suppressor.” Murdock looked over the table of automatic rifles. The rest of the SEALs came up and checked out the group.
“We might as well go with the AK-47,” Jaybird said. “We know what it can do and it has a big enough slug to drop a lot of people in a rush.”
Murdock looked at the others, who nodded. Bradford picked up a rifle that looked a lot like the M-16. It was a Taiwan copy, only it didn’t have the carrying handle on top.
“Doesn’t feel right,” he said, putting it down. “Let’s do the AKs.”
Stroh had men uncover the third table. It had more than twenty different small hideout weapons on it.
“I want every man to have an ankle hideout,” Murdock said. “Pick the size and caliber you want. I’d go with the revolvers for reliability. No matter how much dust and dirt you wade through, the revolver is going to revolve and fire on demand. A sleek little automatic might jam up on your just when you need it.”
Murdock picked the Astra Cadix from Spain. It had a two-inch barrel and in. 22-caliber there were nine chambers to hold rounds. No safety, so he’d keep the ninth chamber empty. Beat five full
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