Thanks to everyone who read Chapter 3. Please remember this is fiction, all names are fake and no offense to any Seal, past or present is intended. Thanks Dawn, you did a great job. Please enjoy Chapter 4.
0700 hrs, CJSOTF Conference room.
Kevin Dvorska and Bravo squad's point man, Frank Griffin, were two of the fifteen Seals that were at the Navigation briefing for the Bosnia Herzegovina Operation area. The N5 Planning and Targeting Officer was going over the current Intelligence of the area including known mine fields the Serbian forces have constructed.
Most of the fighting was taking place in an area around Sarajevo but reports have been made that ethnic cleansing operations and mass rapes were underway well north of the city in Slovakia and rumored to be spreading into Slovenia. Once the Officer was complete with his briefing he issued every Seal current topographical maps of the entire area to study further.
Kevin looked up at the large display on the wall and thought of his Grandfather. He knew he had lived on the eastern side of Slovakia and wondered how in the hell did he get his family to the states through all that countryside, the SS Troops, and the German Army. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Lieutenant Dawson's voice.
"Kevin, if you're done memorizing the map, we're due in the Intel brief in five minutes," he said.
"Sorry L-Tee, I'm right behind you," Kevin said and then moved quickly to join his team leader.
"I heard you hooked up with a girl last night," Adam Dawson said.
"Yeah L-Tee, we were at a little club last night and she waited on us all night. Ended up at her place on base, but I was in before curfew," he told him.
"That's fine, I'm not concerned with you meeting strange women and banging them senseless. I am concerned however about security. I don't need to remind you that you're not in the regular Navy anymore," Adam said sternly.
"Not to worry Sir. I wouldn't tell my pet frog what I'm doing," Kevin said trying to calm his team leaders concerns.
"That's very good Petty Officer Dvorska, because I would really hate to put a .50 caliber round through your pet frog's head."
Once they reached the briefing room they entered and took a seat next to the other members of Alpha squad. The N2 intelligence Officer turned the lights down and started the slide show presentation.
"Good morning gentlemen. This mornings briefing will be on Command structure and coordinated troop movements within the northern Serb territory. Most of you team leaders heard some of this yesterday but now that your fire squads are with you, you can better train together for the up coming missions," he said to the Platoon gathered there.
"First up on the hit list is Slobodan Milosevic. He leads the Serbian Government and is the head of the Army of Republika Srpska (VRS). We believe he personally gave the order for the attack on a U.N. convoy January 8th of this year that was transporting Deputy Prime Minister Hakija Turajlic to the airport. We have very little proof so any Intel you discover during your missions must be turned in to N2 as soon as possible."
"The VRS gets most of it's intelligence from this man, Radovan Valenta. He is said to have a spy network in Slovenia that supplies him with Croatian troop movements in the northern and concentrated areas of Catholic Croats. The CIA does have a number of deep cover operatives in the area and are trying to get us something to go on. If we can disrupt Valenta's Intel network we believe the tide will change in the Croatian's favor and maybe bring them all to the negotiation table."
The slide moved on to show a balding man of around fifty and heavy set. Kevin thought at first he was looking at a picture of Alfred Hitchcock but was soon proved wrong.
"Franjo Izetbegovic is in charge of Operations. He plans most of the major offensives and we also believe the same assault that took out Minister Turajlic. We want this guy bad and he is one of two individuals that we have specific orders to shoot on site. If you tag this guy we need concrete proof that he has been taken out," the Intel Officer said.
"Now for the grand prize," he said and put up the next picture.
The Seals were looking at a picture that showed a man in his mid thirties with sandy blond hair in a black suit. He was tall and it seemed his entire face was square. Adam didn't know where the picture was taken but what ever he was doing at the time, he wasn't happy about it. Also the suit that he was wearing did nothing to hide his muscular body.
"This is the other kill on site target, Viljem Kordic. He is the head of the Serbian Secret Police and to put it bluntly, a ruthless fucking bastard. He is personally responsible for the deaths of over twenty thousand Croat civilians. His youngest victim was a ten month old baby shot in her crib and the oldest was 81, he shows no mercy to anyone."
"It seems that the idea of ethnic cleansing runs in his family. His Grandfather was Wolfgang Gruber, a Major in the Nazi SS. He was an Intel officer and ran most of the Jewish cleansing ops in Germany and then in South Eastern Europe. Trust me when I say that Kordic makes his Grandfather look like Mr. Rogers. That ends this briefing on the chain of command. Are there any questions?" he asked.
When no one answered, Troop Commander, Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins got up and stood in front of the gathered Seals.
"I only have a few things to add to the briefing. Team leaders, make sure your guys get issued there pagers and leave the contact numbers with the Duty Officer before you secure. Also, I'm putting up a twenty five year old bottle of scotch to what ever fire team brings me Kordic's fucking testacles so I can mount them on my fire place mantle," Hawkins told them.
Everyone started laughing and bets were being placed on what squad was going to get drunk the night after. When people started leaving Adam Dawson pulled his team to the side to allow everyone else to exit the room.
"Bob, see to it that everyone gets their pagers and take care of the Duty Officer, then get me a list so I can find everyone," he said to his Chief.
"I'm going to put together a training schedule of the team tonight and we'll start first thing in the morning. Remember we came here to kill bad guys so I don't want you clowns going soft on me while we're here. Now get the fuck out of my face and get it done," Adam told his team.
The rest of the morning was spent with getting their equipment checked and rechecked. Then all the sharpshooters were due at the range at 1400 hours to zero in their weapons. Carl, Kevin and Doc were in the Paraloft shop getting the teams parachutes inspected. Given the type of terrain they were dealing with, most of the insertions were going to be by helicopter or a HALO.
The High Altitude – Low Opening insertion was a Seals favorite. The simple fact that the Navy flew a C-130 aircraft at 30,000 feet was not significant. The idea of jumping out at six miles above the earth and flying your body down to an altitude of a few thousands feet was, in their eyes – fun.
"So Kev you ever going to spill the beans about that muffin you went home with last night?" Carl Werner asked.
"We didn't do much. We got back to her house and drank a few beers then I got back here. We had that briefing this morning, remember," Kevin lied.
"You're so full of shit Kev."
"Come on Carl, give the kid a break. You don't really think he's gonna tell us that they got back to her house and she ended up raping the young stud do you? I mean hell, she probably took her clothes off and he shot his wad too early so she kicked him out. So just drop it so he doesn't get embarrassed again," Doc joked.
"I can safely tell you this Doc. If you go over and she ends up fucking you, I doubt it, but let's just pretend, you better bring along your med kit – you're going to need it," Kevin shot back.
Once they finished checking the teams gear, the three of them headed off to the enlisted club on base for a few cold ones and to meet up with the rest of Alpha squad. When they got inside, they immediately saw Bob Holiday and Daniel Vasquez over at the bar playing some dice game.
"Hey Bob, what are you guys up to? You're not trying to teach V-man here how to count are you?" Kevin asked.
"Don't you have someplace else to be Kev? Like out playing in the traffic," Dan said.
"What's the matter V, I'm not allowed to have fun and drink with you guys?" Kevin asked the team's sharpshooter playfully.
