Reflexive Fire - 01 (21 page)

   Inside the plastic tubes was a coated filament core that when ignited by the device in the breacher's hand, would stimulate a chemical reaction, shooting down the tube at 7,000 feet a second.  Standing next to the breacher, the platoon sergeant began the countdown over the assault frequency.

   “I have control,” Russian words chirped over a hiss of static.  “Five, four, three, two,-”

   The last number was never heard as several things happened at once.

   For a microsecond, the shock tube flashed bright blue in the night as the chemical reaction took place, two blasting caps setting off the detonation chord in the flex-linear charge and searing the wooden door in two.

   Four blocks away, the drivers idling by in the assault vehicles heard their platoon sergeant's cue over the radio and turned over their engines.

   Three assault teams rushed forward in their stacks, flowing through the doorway, stomping over what was left of the door.

   The shouts of squad leaders were drowned out by flash-bangs exploding throughout the structure, bright flashes casting shadows in the night.  Several gunshots rang out as the assault trucks spun around the corner and surrounded the building, effectively isolating it from the rest of the town with machine guns pointed outward and locking down the streets.

   A few more bursts from the Kalashnikovs could be heard above sergeants giving orders before one of the squads unceremoniously ushered out a man who had been blindfolded and handcuffed, loading him onto one of the assault vehicles.

   The hostage.

   Taking up security positions around the truck, they waited as the platoon sergeant consolidated his element and prepared to exfiltrate off the objective.

   Deckard was impressed.

   Watching from a nearby rooftop, he monitored the assault along with his Sergeant Major and Executive Officer.

   The Kazakhs had made extraordinary progress in an exceedingly short period of time.  Long hours of training had paid off.  As he had predicted, the Kazakhs were nearly at the same level of competency commonly associated with the elite troops of more developed countries.  The mercenaries were loading onto the assault vehicles, when the cell phone in Deckard's pocket began to buzz.

   Looking at the phone's screen, the text message from Samruk's corporate offices alerted him to stand by for an information dump.

   “I need to get back to the office,” he announced to Sergeant Major Korgan and the Serbian second in command.

   Deckard tossed Korgan his radio.  They could communicate with the platoon sergeant, simulating orders from headquarters sent down to the platoon as would happen during actual combat operations.

   “Have them hit the follow-on objective, then IED the convoy on their way out of the city,” Deckard said, referring to the faux-explosive device loaded with pyrotechnics.  Roadside bombs were the new reality and needed to be trained for, whether their next mission took them to Sudan or Iraq.

   Deckard had a feeling he would find out where that mission would be sooner rather than later.

Seventeen

   Two hours later Deckard stood before the assembled battalion leadership.

   Once again his fax machine had spat out certain doom.

   “Alpha Company will be the main effort for this operation,” Deckard told the audience.  Quick glances passed between Alexander, Alibek, and Kanat.  The platoon sergeants knew they were going into the breach again.

   “Terrain varies, consisting of central lowlands covered in thick jungle as well as steep central highland mountains.  Hardball roads exist around natural centers of gravity for the local population and deteriorate to unimproved roads as they move out into less populated areas.  Rivers and streams wind through the entire region, meaning we need to be prepared for river crossings.

   “Situation.  Enemy Forces: the Chinese-speaking United Wa State Army consists of approximately 20,000 armed men and women divided among eight divisions.  Two divisions are deployed along in the south; this will be Charlie Company's area of operations, designated AO Tiger.  The remaining six divisions are stationed near the border with China.  Some of these forces will be motorized; others will conduct foot patrols from fortified compounds only.

   “The enemy will be armed with locally produced AK-47 rifles, as well as M16s purchased from the black market in Thailand and Cambodia.  The UWSA is also known to possess RPK, PKM, RPD, and DShK machine guns, along with SPG-9 recoilless rifles and RPG-7 rocket launchers.  Expect enemy compounds to be protected by mortars and Chinese-made Type 77 and Type 54 heavy machine guns, as the UWSA is now conducting arms deals through China rather than traditional black market venues in the region.

   “The UWSA has also procured HN-5 man-portable surface-to-air missiles from the Chinese, which is a reverse-engineered Soviet SA-7A.  This is the same anti-air platform that scored forty-two kills against Russian forces in Afghanistan, including Hind helicopters.  It has also been used successfully against civilian fixed-wing aircraft in Rhodesia by ZIPRA terrorists, a C-130 in Iraq during the Gulf War, and a Blackwater operated Mi-8 helicopter in the more recent Iraq War.  This needs to be carefully considered in regards to our arrival and departure from country by fixed-wing aircraft.

   “Recently, the UWSA has been engaged in conflict with the host nation government after a twenty-year ceasefire agreement fell apart.  Previously, they had been working with the junta to fight against other competing factions.  The ruling junta changed its policy in regards to ethnic armies like the UWSA, wishing to absorb them into the regular military as border guards.  The UWSA violently opposed this policy shift.

   “When the junta attempted to raid a UWSA weapons factory, resistance broke out against the government troops, resulting in hundreds of casualties and displacing tens of thousands of civilians.  This low intensity conflict persists into the present.

   “Meanwhile, the UWSA continues its illicit trade in y
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ease of production.  It is estimated that they operate approximately fifty drug labs and are the largest narcotics producers and traffickers in The Golden Triangle.  Most of these factories exist in the southern end of UWSA territory while the weapons factories, headquarters, and centers of commerce exist in the northern end, designated AO Leopard, where Alpha and Bravo companies, will operate.

   “The enemy's most likely course of action is initial shock and disorientation after first contact, giving our platoons a narrow margin of time to exploit after having achieved speed, surprise, and violence of action.  Recovering from initial surprise, the UWSA's leadership will attempt a counter attack where they are able to move reinforcements into the area.

   “The enemy's most dangerous course of action would be quickly and effectively calling in and massing a large number of armed guerrillas against Samruk forces and overrunning our positions with superior numbers and using their knowledge of local terrain to their advantage.

   “Friendly forces: None.

   “The junta has proved to be a ruthless dictatorship, violently waging a genocide against various ethnic minorities and suppressing any popular dissent.  Ethnic opposition armies exist throughout our area of operations.  Do not engage any of them if you don't have to, or we'll find ourselves fighting the entire countryside.

   “To the south, we have Task Force 399 in Thailand, consisting of Thai Special Forces advised by American Special Forces teams.  Do not attempt any cross-border engagements.

   “Fire support will be provided by our mortar section.  No Close Air Support, artillery, or medical evacuation will be given to us for the duration of this mission. 

   “Mission: Samruk International conducts special operations missions against the United Wa State Army in seventy two-hours in order to disrupt and destroy enemy forces in AO Tiger and AO Leopard located in The Union of Myanmar, previously known as Burma.”

   Deckard dismissed the NCOs and advisors, having finished briefing the Operations Order and giving the men a timeline to adhere to.  In an hour he expected a report from subordinate leadership, after they conducted an initial inspection of men, weapons, equipment, and vehicles.

   Stepping into his office, he saw a giant black penis drawn on his dry erase board.  Apparently Chuck was feeling better after his Afghanistan debacle.  It was a good thing because he needed everyone at peak performance for this operation.

   “Djokovic!”

   The Serb meandered into Deckard's office with his ever present scowl.

   “I need you to handle this,” he said, giving the Serb a handwritten list of equipment.  Additionally, I need a five man detail.  They can be drawn from the troops we have recovering from injuries, if need be.  As long as they can carry boxes and crates a short distance and provide static security, they should be fine.  I don't want to take operational men away from platoon sergeants who need them.”

   “Why me?” the second in command questioned.

   “Because Korgan is busy with other tasks.  I need you to do this.”

   Snorting, Djokovic spun on his heel and stormed out of the office, not even trying to hide his disdain.

   Deckard shook his head.

  
I'll take care of you later, pal.

   Somewhere above the jungle, an airplane buzzed through the night.

   The Short 360 had been leased in Seychelles, the pilots contracted out of Germany, and its cargo loaded in Sri Lanka.  With the seats tossed into the Indian Ocean during the initial flight, the seven passengers sat on the floor amid the cargo strapped down to the belly of the aircraft.

   The pilots were Turkish, hired through a firm in Leipzig.   Both had logged hundreds of hours of so-called
deep water
or black flights for numerous intelligence agencies.  The pilots guided the aircraft, making an initial pass to insure the landing zone was clear of obstacles.  They had learned to expect forklifts in the middle of runways or rioting crowds firing at them on final approach.

   The jungle airfield was little more than a mud airstrip with a few modular structures around it.  Large craters at the west end of the airfield looked like miniature divots from above, the additional landscaping a gift delivered by RAF B-54 bombers over sixty years ago.  

   The pilot yanked on the yoke, taking the plane into a nearly suicidal button hook and dive straight down towards the airstrip.  With the passengers hanging on to anything they could grasp, the pilot pulled up on the controls at the last moment, the wheels touching down gracefully, everyone breathing a sigh of relief.

   Powering down the twin Pratt and Whitney engines, the Turk pulled to the side of the runway next to one of the outbuildings.  The passengers already had the side door open and began passing boxes and bags out as soon as the 360 came to a halt. 

   The cargo accumulated in a large pile on the side of the runway while five Kazakhs and two Americans downloaded the equipment.  In a couple minutes they were finished, one of the Americans signaling to the pilot with a thumbs up.

   With the pilot backing the Short 360 onto the airstrip, the co-pilot ran to the rear of the passenger compartment and closed the door before returning to his seat.  Cranking the engines, the pilot spun the airplane around and shot back down the runway, lifting off and disappearing into the night just as abruptly as it had arrived.

   The advance party had been successfully inserted into the operational area.

   The Kazakh men began loading the cargo onto several handcarts that they had liberated from Jaffna Airfield, until the wheels began to sink into the mud.  Ultimately, the two Americans assisted them in carrying the gear into one of the corrugated metal buildings.

   Inside, Dr. Nick Van Fleet gave directions in the unpacking and setting up of the field hospital.

   Known as “Nick the Dick” by his co-workers, he could be a diligent taskmaster.  Many considered him arrogant, while he thought of himself merely as self-confident.  The former Special Forces medic had gone to med school, becoming a surgeon as he neared his fortieth year.

   Many would have taken Deckard's one AM phone call with horror, but he jumped at the chance.  The most fun Nick got to have these days was driving his Porsche at death-defying speeds around the hairpin turns of Muholland Drive near Hollywood.

   Andy was a recently discharged Special Forces medic himself, and would act as an assistant when casualties arrived sometime after combat operations commenced just hours from now. 

   He had been assured that casualties would, in fact, arrive.

   Several stretchers and an operating table were unfolded and put together, areas to triage patients established, surgical tools and medications positioned and accounted for.  The impromptu field hospital would render any and all lifesaving treatment to casualties before evacuating the men back to their home station.

   Deckard hadn't been willing to tell Nick where that home station was, but looking at the faces of the men he had sent to help provide security, he could hazard a guess. 

   His old friend had told him that he'd be earning his rather substantial paycheck for services rendered before the fun and games ended.