Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 08:26:53 -0500
From: Gstrdr15 <Gstrdr15@msn.com>
Subject: KOMBAT KIDS, CHAPTER 38

Disclaimer; If you are under 18 years of age, or material such as this is
illegal in your locale, please do not continue reading. All persons, places
and thing depicted in this story are purely fictional; any resemblance to
people, living or dead, past or present, places or things is purely
coincidental.  However, I will admit to there being a Washington State.


Kombat Kids
By;  GhostRyder15

Chapter 38
Joke em if the Can't Take a Fuck


	It was a dark and stormy night....Ooops, wrong story, damn, that's
the second time I've done that.  No wait a moment, it WAS a dark and stormy
night, one of the few summer thunder storms that the Columbia Basin had
every summer was rumbling its way through.  For the area, it was considered
a torrential downpour, almost a half-inch of rain had fallen during the two
hours since the storm had hit.  While this may seem like a mere drizzle to
people who live on the wet side of the state and for those who live in
places like Florida, a half inch of rain in the middle of the desert is
really unusual.

	The Gunny, who already had an attitude about what seemed to be
every one of the unattached assholes in the state who had decided to be on
the road going the same way he was heading was to say the least, unhappy.
So he was spun up even more as he left the main road and drove up the
driveway to the Bateman Home.  He was returning after spending two weeks at
the Naval Air Station Whidbey Island's Hospital.  He had left the Base at
around 14:00, just in time to hit all the traffic on his way to I-90, but
he was prepared for that, it was the three hour traffic jam he found
himself in on the I-90 approach to Snoqualmie Summit that pissed him off.
As he was finally able to creep past the scene of the accident (a UPS truck
pulling two trailers had tried to occupy the same lane at the same time as
a Mazda Miata) he saw the reason for the traffic jam.  The actual accident
wasn't slowing down the traffic that much, it was the legions of
rubbernecking fools who were creeping past the accident, hoping to see some
blood and gore.  After finally passing the accident scene, traffic was
still moving at ten to fifteen miles an hour below the posted speed limit
so it took him almost four more hours to hit the State Route 240 turnoff to
Moreland.  He only had about sixty miles left before he was home, "Funny
how I consider the Bateman place 'Home', he thought to himself, when it
started to rain.  He shook his head, remembering how all the drivers in
front of him slowed down so they could be 'safe,' he could understand them
slowing down, but the shitheads bunched up, and at 50 miles an hour, these
idiots only had two to three car lengths between them.  If someone slammed
on the binders, there would have been a most monumental and sincere pile
up.

	After parking his truck, he entered the house and went to the
kitchen looking for some coffee.  He was in luck, someone had recently put
on a fresh pot and he quickly poured a cup, adding a spoonful of sugar.
The Gunny sat down at the table and slowly sipped his coffee, thinking
about the medical exams, tests and the final outcome.  The previous day had
been really difficult for him, probably the most difficult day he had ever
had during the 25 years in the Corps.  The results of the medical exams and
tests left little doubt in his mind that his career in the Corps was at an
end.  It really hurt when the Navy Commander (equivalent to a Marine Light
Colonel) met with him and told him the results, he had Type Two Diabetes.
He could pretty much control the problem with oral medication, exercise and
diet, but it signaled the end to his career.  He wasn't worried about
finding a job, what with his pension, the money he had saved and invested
and the fact that he could get a job with a government agency, he was in
better condition to retire than a lot of his peers, but he still wasn't
happy.

	As the Gunny was thinking, Mitch Babcock followed closely by Justin
Stanton walked into the kitchen; "Hey Gunny how ya doin, when did you get
back?"  Mitch asked.  The two boys looked very happy and their faces were
slightly flushed.

	Mitch's question startled the Gunny out of his reverie; "Hi Mitch,
hi Justin, sorry you startled me, I'm Okay; I've only been back for a few
minutes."  The gunny watched Mitch walk to the refrigerator before saying;
"God damn son, did you grow a new leg?  If I didn't know you were wearing a
fake leg, I'd never have known."

	Mitch grabbed a couple of cokes form the fridge and he and Justin
sat across the table from the Gunny; "Yeah, ain't it great, Doctor Allyn
finally got it working while you were gone. We had a little problem with
the power supply, but he got that taken care of quickly.  I changed out the
battery yesterday after a week and a half's use, I guess you don't remember
I had it on for a while before you went to the coast, do you?"

	The Gunny thought about what Mitch had just said; "Now that you
mention it, I do remember, I guess it just didn't sink in.  Now that I see
you walking on it, I swear it really does look like you got two good legs.
Ain't science wonderful?"

	"You should see him in the pool; he's turning into a really fast
swimmer." Justin stated with deep pride in his voice over his boyfriend's
accomplishment.

	Matt, George and Keener walked into the kitchen; "Hey Gunny how
they hanging?" Asked Matt; "Glad to see you back, it's been kinda quiet
around here with out you to liven things up."

	The Gunny gave Matt a small smile and said; "Thanks Matt, I didn't
realize how much I missed the place till you said something.  I guess this
place and all the ankle biters and rug rats you got running around kind of
grow on a man."  The Gunny looked thoughtful for a minute before asking;
"Where's your step son and his faithful blonde sidekick, I thought they'd
be close by?"

	Matt smiled; "They're down at Tyler's place, we had to take one of
the LAV's down to get a couple new tires put on and they wanted to stay and
help Tyler's dad."

	The Gunny frowned; "What happened, I thought those tire's are nigh
on to indestructible?"

	George nodded; "They usually are, but by the looks of the tread, it
appears to be a manufacture's defect.  The tread is separating from the
body of both tires, we could still run it in an emergency, but I won't take
a chance.  You should have seen the two of them, Tyler with his head out of
the driver's hatch and Justin standing in the vehicle commander's hatch
just as proud as peacock's, Keener was following in one of the FAV/s and I
was leading in a HUMVEE.  When we got there, I thought Terry was going to
bust a gut at the way they were acting when we drove up."

	Later that night after the six boys who were spending the night had
gone to their rooms to sleep . . . or whatever, Matt asked the Gunny to
come to his office.

	"Gunny, I know about what you're going through." Matt said softly.
"I can't begin to understand how you're feeling, but I want you to know
we're all here for you."

	The Gunny's face clouded up with a look of anger, than just as
quickly with a look of calm.  He sat across from Matt for a minute or so
obviously getting his thoughts in order before saying; "You and Phil must
have been talking?"  Letting out a sigh, he continued; "Thanks Matt, I
appreciate what you just said, but I'm really going to miss the Corps, and
the Unit."

	Matt looked at him with a quizzical expression; "I can understand
you missing the Corps, anyone would after devoting 25 years of their life
to something.  But I don't understand your thinking you're going to miss
the Unit?"

	"Matt, when I leave the Corps, I won't be attached to the Unit
anymore, Phil will end up sending a replacement for me, he'll have to." The
Gunny said sadly.

	Matt looked at the Gunny before saying; "You know, for such a smart
fucking guy, you sure can be stupid sometimes."  After saying that he
picked up a file folder and tossed it to the Gunny.

	The Gunny, a little pissed at what Matt had just said, opened the
folder and looked at its contents.  The anger and sadness disappeared from
his face to be replaced with a look of happiness.  Looking up at Matt, he
spoke softly; "You really want me to stay, you really think I can handle
this job?  I mean, Jesus, I never even thought about this, all I had in my
mind was that I had to leave the Corps."

	Matt smiled at the older man; "Like I said Gunny, for a supposedly
smart person, you can really be dumber than a box of rocks sometimes."
Laughing, Matt continued; "You been doing everything in the job description
for the last eight or nine months, I'd have to be out of my fucking mind to
look for someone else now that you're available, besides that I'd have a
God damned mutiny on my hands if I didn't hire you.  The boys, and I mean
all of them love and respect you and so do James and I."

	The Gunny's whole mental attitude changed immediately, he no longer
felt like he was being cast adrift, never to be part of the fraternity of
the Corps . . . And the Unit.  Smiling, he didn't say anything, he just
nodded his head, reached over and shook Matt's hand and hurriedly left the
office going straight to his room.  Once he was alone, he cried for the
first time since the death of his son, only this time his tears were from
joy, not from loss.

	Matt went to bed, feeling better than he had since before James'
accident, hoping that bringing the Gunny on, as an employee was only the
beginning of things getting better.

	Down in the berthing compartment, the six boys had split up; Justin
and Mitch in one of their assigned rooms while Ted and Shane were in the
other.  Each set of boyfriends showed their love and affection to their
partners in their own ways, and all of them felt replete as they drifted
off to sleep.

	The meeting of the Unit held on the 4th of July was more of a giant
party for the members, friends and families.  After the posting of the
Colors and the Pledge of Allegiance, Senior Chief Bailey talked to the Unit
One members for three hours about the upcoming exercise with the Navy SEAL
Team.  Things would be very different during the exercise scheduled for the
9th of July; to begin with, the SEALS wouldn't be using laser equipped
firearms.  The sailors used a round specially developed for exercises such
as this, and while they would use real weapons, the weapons would be firing
ammunition similar to the paintballs used in paint ball guns.  The
ammunition used a small gunpowder charge to propel the small diameter
paintball at approximately 430 feet per second; this meant that the SEAL
Team members had to be really close to score a hit.  The whole idea of the
exercise was to see if the SEALs could get past the Unit One fire teams and
gain access to the Arms Room without alerting the whole compound.  If the
SEALs were spotted, they could be taken out the same way the Marine Recon
Teams were, that is if they were shot at and a laser hit one of their Miles
Gear receptors, it would alarm and the SEAL would be a casualty.  The boys
were instructed that if they were hit center of mass or anywhere on the
helmets and face shields they would be wearing, that they would be the
casualty.  If they were hit anywhere else, they were allowed to cry out,
otherwise they were to remain silent.

	The boys were excited about the new rules for the exercise, still
coming down off of their last win the previous weekend against a forty man
recon team, they felt invincible.  After the Senior Chief gave his
briefing, the Gunny took the floor; "Listen up people, I know that each and
everyone of you think your purty near invincible, well you better get that
notion out of your heads right now.  You all know I've got 25 years in the
Corps, you know how I feel about Force Recon. Well I'm here to tell you
that you're going to be fighting an entirely different type of battle next
weekend.  ESPECIALLY if you go in with the attitude that you can't be beat
you WILL get your asses handed to you."

	The members of Unit One looked at the Gunny with shock evident in
their eyes, not once had any of the leadership told them anything like
this.  They knew they were good, they knew that in a stand up fight they
could kick just about anyone's ass, but they also knew that the Gunny
wouldn't say something like that if it weren't the truth.  The Gunny told
them to listen to their Squad Leaders, follow orders and pay close
attention when they were deployed for the exercise.

	The 4th of July Party started promptly at noon, family members,
friends, boy friends and several girl friends were impressed with the
facilities and the equipment the Unit.  Matt had gotten Jason Tembler to
cater the party; the number of people who had RSVP'd the invitations
numbered close to 300.  Once again, the rifle range was available to anyone
who wanted to shoot, the Squadies were allowed to take a vehicle from the
Unit's motor pool and drive around the site and the more adventurous were
permitted to run the Unit's obstacle course.  Of course both indoor and
outdoor swimming pools were available and the game room was also usable by
any gamers who weren't interested in anything more strenuous than pushing a
button.

	The party continued into the evening hours, with the final guest
leaving at around 21:00.  Matt's stepson Justin went home with Tyler to
spend the night at the English place.  The Stanton twins, Mitch and Shane
left with the Martin Clan and were going to be with Phil Martin and David
White for a couple of days.  All of the adults decided to go to Cheney's
Inn for a few beers before turning in for the night; this would be Keener's
first trip to the bar since the ambush he had gotten shot in.

	The four Marines and Matt entered Cheney's at around 20:00 and took
seats at the bar, Matt called to Edie, Cheney's resident bartender: "Hey
Eddy, give us a round of that horse piss you got on tap."

	Eddy looked at Matt and asked; "Would that be the 'Sam Adams,
Coors, Budweiser, Miller or Olympia horse piss?"

	Matt laughed; "I guess the Miller, MGD if you got it."

	Eddy soon places chilled 22 ounce beer glasses in front of the four
men and went to serve some other new arrivals.  After everyone took their
first long draught of cold beer, Matt spoke; "Guys, at the chance of
embarrassing the Gunny, I need to tell you that Stan has agreed to come to
work for Bateman Brothers Inc. as the facility supervisor.  You all
remember that ad I was going to put in the Navy, Air force Marine and Army
Times (http://www.navytimes.com/index.php ). It's no longer needed.  Last
night the Gunny and I closed it by Stan agreeing to working at my place as
soon as he separates from the Corps."

	This announcement took George and Keener by surprise, they knew he
was having medical problems, but neither had been made aware of the fact
that he was being retired.  Question after question were asked of the Gunny
and answered in turn, both Keener and George knew the Gunny was unhappy
about leaving the Corps, but both knew that remaining with the Unit would
ease his pain over being forcibly retired from the Corps.

	The four men had been drinking for about an hour when the front
door opened and in walked Delbert Prince with five of his buddies.  Eddy
made a beeline to them and told them they'd have to leave, this was the
second time he had to do this, the first time was just before Keener, Matt
and Tommy Martin were ambushed and Keener had been shot in the ass.

	Eddy had no problem getting in Delbert's face this time, not after
what happened to Keener; "Del, you gotta leave right now, Matt and his
friends were here first, you're friends can stay if they want, but you
gotta leave."

	For a second or two, Eddy thought Delbert was going to argue, but
he just nodded his head, turned on his heal and left followed closely by
his friends.

	After he brought them their next round, he moved to the far end of
the bar and picked up one of the bars cordless telephones and punched in a
number.  When the phone was answered, Eddy spoke softly; "Tommy, this is
Eddy down at Chaney's, I got Matt Bateman and his three Marine buddies down
here at the bar.  The reason I'm calling is that I just told Del Prince he
couldn't come in while Matt and them were here.  He and his five friends
left, but he did the same thing just before Keener was shot and I'm kinda
worried. Eddy listened for a minute or so and then said; "Thanks Tommy I
appreciate it, I'll try and give you some warning before they leave, if
necessary, I'll feed them free beer until you can get here.  Okay buddy
thanks, talk to you later."

	The four friends had been drinking steadily, but not all that
heavily and were still in good shape at 23:30 when they decided to call it
a night.  Matt called for the check, instead of a check Eddy brought them
another round; "I been listening to you guys talk, and I just want the
Gunny to have a round on the house. It's not often that I get a new
customer."  The Gunny blushed and thanked Eddy for the beer, the four
continued talking amongst themselves when the front door opened and in
walked Tommy Martin in his Deputy Sheriffs Uniform.

	Tommy walked over to Matt and clapped him on the shoulder; "Evening
Matt Gunny, George, Keener, that was a great party today, I really enjoyed
it.  Gunny, sorry to hear about you having to retire but you couldn't find
a better place to go to work than for the Bateman brothers."

	The Gunny knew Tommy but couldn't quite figure out how he had
learned about him retiring from the Corps so quickly.  Then he realized
how; "You been talking to your Uncle Phil haven't you.  Damn this town has
a better intelligence apparatus than the Corps."

	 Tommy refused a beer but did accept a can of coke from Eddy, then
Matt and the three Marines climbed off the bar stools and said good night
to Eddy, Tommy led the way to the parking lot.  As soon as Tommy was
visible in the doorway of the bar, red and blue strobe light bars on the
top of eight law enforcement vehicles started flashing, Matt and the
Marines stopped dead in their tracks.

	"What's going on Tommy, you going to arrest us, we ain't even got
in our car?" Keener asked with a bewildered look on his face.

	Tommy chuckled before replying; "Naw, some of the guys just thought
they'd like to try out their emergency lights to make sure they worked
okay.  This way they don't have to get out of their cars to make the check
and besides, it lets people know that they're here and maybe not want to do
something illegal, you know, like speeding or double parking, shit like
that."

	Matt had more that a few beers, but wasn't really drunk.  He knew
what Tommy and the rest of the Deputies, Highway patrol guys and even the
one car from Moreland had just done.  Testing their lights was an excuse to
let anyone lurking nearby know that it wasn't a good idea to be pulling any
shit, shit like the last time when Keener was shot.

	Matt looked at Tommy and said; "I owe you Tommy, thanks, thanks for
all of us."

	Tommy just shrugged. "Call it preemptive, us being here could
possibly have stopped something from happening and that cuts down on the
paperwork.  Besides, it's a quiet night and the guys weren't doing anything
anyhow."

	Matt smiled and nodded, knowing the truth and promising himself
that he would do something nice for these guys.

	Tommy had his Explorer with him and said; "Climb in guys I'll give
you a lift back to your place, Matt, give me the keys to the HUMVEE and
I'll have Joseph follow us back."

	Once back to the house, everyone thanked Tommy and Joseph again and
went inside and hit their trees.  Before turning in, Matt activated both
the building and the grounds alarm system, he figured that if the situation
were such that Tommy was worried about their safety, then he would take all
the precautions necessary to safeguard his friends and himself.

	Wednesday, Matt called his squad leaders, sniper teams and Armor
crews to a special meeting that night.  He had talked with Chief Bailey and
got him to agree to brief the Squadies on what they could expect during the
upcoming exercise, Greg was going to have Borne put on a display of
"Snoopin and Poopin" for the boys.  The squadies were in for some eye
opening experiences during the upcoming Unit One/SEAL exercise, stuff that
they had never been exposed to before.  Wednesday night, Senior Chief
Bailey and Chief Macintyre met with the fifteen youths in the parking lot
of the Bateman compound, and started giving the briefing.  About an hour
into the briefing the boys were getting restless when the fronts of Matt
and the three Marines MarCams started blossoming with white and light
yellow splotches.  The four men were standing to the left of the two Navy
Chiefs and said nothing about the sudden appearance of the splotches on
their uniforms.  Chief Macintyre continued talking as if nothing had
happened, about five minutes later; the fronts of the two Chiefs blossomed
with light red, almost pink and light blue splotches.  This was too much
for Jap to handle, raising his hand; he started speaking before either of
the Chiefs could answer; "Chief Bailey, what's with them splotches on your
uniforms?"

	The six men standing in front of the Squadies smiled and Senior
Chief Bailey said; "About time Jap, why didn't you say anything when Matt
and the Marines were shot?  The chief looked at all the Squadies; "You guys
need to sing out in a situation like this, nobody said anything and Whitney
and Borne who have been in the brush behind you for the last fifteen
minutes were able to take out two separate groups of people from two
different locations."

	When the chief told them that Whitney and Borne were behind them in
the brush, all the boys turned to see where they were.  The two sailors
were nowhere to be seen, after scanning the desert behind them for a few
minutes, the Squadies turned around to find Whitney and Borne standing on
either side of the Chiefs.  The two men had what appeared to be standard
Government Issue 1911A1 pistols in their hands pointed straight up.  All of
the Squadies took note that their trigger fingers were "indexed" on the
side of the pistols frame, above the trigger, just as they themselves had
been trained to do when handling any firearm.  The Sailors were wearing a
form of MarCam that the SEAL Teams had modified to fit the requirements of
their nighttime reconnaissance activities.  Instead of desert or woodland
pattern, it had a lot of grays as well as black and several different
shades of brown.  Both of the men had painted their faces in black and dark
gray camouflage paint and looked scarier than hell.

	The Squadies aped at the two; Jacky Hoffman was the first to break
the silence; "Where the fuck did you guys come from, how the hell did you
get past us?"

	All of the adults chuckled, then the Gunny spoke; "I attempted to
tell you guys, not just you but the whole Unit, that this was going to be a
different type of fight than you ever been in before.  These guys train
long and hard to be able to do the job and do it well.  If you had been
paying attention to the area around you as well as you were to the lecture,
you would have heard them at least three times when they made their
approach."

	The Senior Chief continued; "We're trained, each and every one of
us to use all three parts of the SEAL acronym SEa Air Land, that means we
can come at you at anytime from any direction.  Modern electronics can help
you see us coming, but not always, they can be spoofed.  The only defense
against us is to detect us first and take us down in a hurry.  Our doctrine
depends on not being detected, if we are, 99 times out of a 100 we'll back
off, our teams aren't made up of large numbers, we rely on stealth and
tradecraft to complete our mission.  You guys got any questions?"

	Borne and Whitney's demonstration of "Snoopin and Poopin" caused
the boys to step back and re-think the way they play game.  For once, they
were the ones trying to figure out how to beat their opponent.  Most of the
questions that the boys asked had to do with the tradecraft the two SEAL's
had used to get within handgun range.  While the other Squadies were asking
questions, Jap and Jacky were talking amongst themselves; "What do ya think
Jacky, are those cami's they're wearing act as heat blankets, and if so how
close do we got to be before we can see them through our sights?"

	Jacky thought for a second, jumped up and ran into the building,
less than five minutes later he came running back with a set of night
vision goggles they had gotten a couple of weeks before.  He sat down
beside Jap and put them on, after turning them on, he looked at Whitney and
Borne.  Shaking his head no, he took them off and gave them to Jap, after
looking at them he smiled and said; "Gotcha, at least we can see their IR
signature, that'll make a big difference."

	Jap turned and looked to the east, across the property, the
two-lane highway and the two hundred yards to the eastern bank of the
Yakima River.  Thinking for a few minutes before he spoke. "Ya know, we
could put a 'Hide' just below the military crest of the hill on the other
side of the river and still be able to hit right up to the front door of
the house."

	Jacky nodded slowly before speaking; "Yeah but that would leave the
western side unprotected, I mean we wouldn't be able to support the fire
teams from over there."

	"I was thinking of only one of us going over there, the other would
still be over here in support.  The guy over there would be able to control
the whole eastern side of the house as well as take under fire anyone who
slipped through from the west, what do ya think?"  Jap asked

	Jacky nodded his head in agreement; "Lets get a laser range finder
and see what the distances are, that way we can know for sure."

	On Friday afternoon about 15:30, a Marine Corps bus drove up the
access road and parked in the Bateman Compound parking lot, the doors
opened and Marines and Sailors started to debark.  Besides the four Sailors
of the Training Department, there were two ensigns (2nd Lieutenants), a
Lieutenant and a Lieutenant Commander (Captain and Major) followed by six
Marines who had been to the compound as observers and controllers.
Starting with this exercise, the Marine Corps and Navy would share the
duties as observers and controllers, but depending on which branch was
acting as the aggressor, that service would provided the O.I.C. (Officer In
Charge).  The two Ensigns weren't that much older than some of the Unit One
boys; in fact, Ensign Lewis looked younger than some of the teenagers did.
The officers and Warrant Officers were taken down to the berthing area and
each of them were given their own, while the E-6 and below shared a room
with one of the other observers and controllers of the same rank/rate.

	At 18:00 the Squadies started to arrive, Jap and Jacky arrived on
their 10 speed mountain bikes, each of the boys was wearing cargo shorts
and a T-shirt, both were wearing their spit shined Corcoran's rather than
cross trainers.  The boys went immediately to the office and found the Matt
and the Gunny discussing the upcoming exercise.  The two snipers quickly
laid out their plan, Jacky would set up his 'Hide' to cover the west side
of the compound and Jap would take one rifleman for security and set up his
'Hide' on the east side of the Yakima river.  Matt looked at the Gunny;
"What do ya think Gunny, will we gain anything by doing it their way or
should we just stick with the way we been dong it?"

	The Gunny thought about it for a few minutes, going over the
information the two snipers had just given them.  Looking at the boys then
turning to Matt; "Actually Matt I think it's a pretty good idea, in fact
I'm kind of surprised that no one thought of it before now."  The Gunny
thought about it for a couple minutes before saying; "Grab one of the new
high res IR spotting scopes, that way you guys can take turns looking for
intruders.  You guys know that you're going to have to maintain strict
light and noise discipline while you're over there, even more so than over
on this side."  Matt nodded okay to the Gunny; "Okay guys get your gear and
the rest of your team together Jap, and have Carson drive you over there in
one of the HUMVEE's."

	Jap smiled; "Aye, Aye sir."

	Jap found his spotter, Doug James and one of his security detail,
Jeff Shields and quickly briefed them on what they would be doing.  The
three boys changed in to their LOR outfits went to the EDF to grab a coke,
while in there; Senior Chief Bailey stopped them and asked them what they
were up too.  Jap knew that the Chief and his people were impartial about
the whole thing and he had no problem letting him know exactly what their
plan was.

	The Senior Chief mulled it over in his mind for a few seconds
before asking; "Jap, would you allow me to attach an observer to your
group? This is his first time in the barrel and it might be better if he
was away from all the action, but close enough to get some experience?"

	Jap shrugged, he didn't really want a newbie following them around,
especially seeing as how this was the first time they tried something like
this.  "I guess it will be okay Senior Chief, we got to get our gear right
now, how bout we meet him up in the garage in about fifteen minutes?"  Jap
stopped and looked at the Chief; "Could you kind of tell him that he needs
to listen to us about Op Sec (Operational Security), I know he's an adult
and all, but this is our operation."

	The Chief nodded and said he would as the three boys headed for the
stairs to the upper levels.  After collecting their equipment, weapons and
Carson McMillan, their driver, they got on the elevator and went to the
garage.  Senior Chief Bailey and a slight blonde haired Sailor in standard
issue desert camouflage BDU's was waiting for them.  On closer inspection
of the young Sailor, Jap saw the two bars on the collar of his blouse;
"Great" he thought to himself.  "Just what we fucking need, a butter bar to
baby sit."

	As they approached the two Sailors, Jap saluted the Ensign and
said; "Good evening sir, Senior Chief, I'm Josh Peterson, everyone calls me
Jap."  When the Ensign somewhat hesitantly returned his salute, he dropped
his hand and stuck it and shook hands, then introduced the rest of the
Squadies.  After shaking hands with everyone the ensign spoke in a
surprisingly deep voice; The Senior Chief has briefed me on what you guys
are going to be doing, he also informed me that since this was your
operation that I was to be sure to follow any and all directions you give
me.  I just want to say, I got no problem with that, this is my first time
in the barrel and really want to get some first hand experience.  I'm
scheduled to attend SEAL Training back east this November, I just hope I
can make it through the course."

	Jap nodded; "Well I wish you luck sir." Jap turned to Carson;
"Which rig are we taking Car?"  Carson looked at the key he held and
pointed to the nearest HUMVEE.  Jap nodded; "Okay guys let's mount up,
we're burning daylight."

	The HUMVEE left the property drove south through Denton City before
coming to the bridge that would take them across the Yakima River.  When
they finally made it to the point directly across from the house, it was
19:45; the team unloaded the vehicle and crawled to the military crest of
the rise over the river.  Carefully Jap and Doug surveyed both riverbanks
and up and down stream, looking for evidence that the SEAL Team was already
present.  After they were sure that the area was secure they moved over the
rise and down to a small depression on the side of the hill.  The last one
over was Doug James, the teams' spotter; Jap had already set up his Barrett
and was busy checking the magazines for it, making sure that all they
contained were blanks.  Every one of the Unit One Squadies had heard about
the accident several years earlier when a police officer was killed during
an accident in a 'Shoot House' down in Oregon.  Somehow a magazine with
live ammo was mistakenly used instead of blanks and no one wanted a repeat
of the accident that resulted in the death of the policeman.  The Ensign
had moved to one side of the team when they first got to the shooting
position and watched as the three boys quickly got set up, he like them,
wore a headset with a microphone so he could follow what as going on.

	None of the team had said anything until the position was set up,
Jap was the first to speak; "CIC, CIC, this is Alpha 6 . . . over."

	Four or five seconds later; "Alpha 6, Alpha 6, this is CIC, how do
you read . . . over." was heard over their radios.

	"CIC, this is Alpha 6, I read you 5 by 5 . . . over."  Jap said
softly into his mic.

	"Ah roger Alpha 6 . . . CIC reads you same . . . CIC out."

	Jap turned to the rest of the people in the depression and spoke
softly; "Okay guys lets settle down, Jeff, you and Doug switch about every
fifteen minutes on the spotting scope. Pay special attention to the up and
down stream areas of the western bank in case they come in by water, I'll
take the road to the house.  Lets all put on our game faces now. We are on
low noise starting now.

	For teenagers, the boys showed remarkable self control; Ensign
Lewis was highly impressed with how little they fidgeted or for that matter
moved at all.  Every hour or so, Jap would contact the CIC and check in,
once he listened while CIC spoke with Bravo 6 the Bravo team sniper.

	03:15; "All stations, all stations, this is CIC, we have a movement
alarm near the front gate, all stations standby."  At 03:20; "all stations,
the movement alarm appears to be false, continue on station alert."

	At 03:40, Jap heard a noise and was turning to see who had broke
noise discipline when he heard 'Phutt' keying his mike he was able to get
out; "C" . . . before he felt something sting him on the middle of his back
and heard another 'Phutt,' and then another 'Phutt.'

	Looking around, Jap saw the man dressed in the same style
camouflage that Borne and Whitney were dressed in on the previous Wednesday
night.  "Shit." was all Jap could think of saying.  He just lay there
behind his marvelous new M107 semi-automatic .50 caliber Barrett rifle,
completely impotent.  The Sailor moved down into the depression and spoke;
"Hi guys, nice night, huh?"  Then turning to Ensign Lewis; "Evening
Mr. Lewis, fancy meeting you here . . ."  Before he could continue, his
Miles gear started alarming, a shocked look appeared on his face and a
startled; "What the fuck?"  He then looked at the Bateman House some 850 or
so yards away and just shook his head; "Damn, Chief Bailey wasn't shitin us
when he said you guys were good."

	Seconds later, the distant sounds of automatic and semi-automatic
gunfire could be heard coming from in and around the Batman house.  Doug
and Jap were looking through their night vision scopes and saw the front
door wide open with several Unit One Squadies firing and advancing.  The
garage door was sliding open and more Squadies were entering the structure
firing as they went.  Ten minutes later at 03:56, the sniper teams radios
squawked in their ears; "All stations, this is CIC, stand down, I say
again, stand down, all Unit One personnel assemble in the Cavern.  Alpha 6
this is CIC, over . . . "CIC . . . Alpha 6." Jap said.  "Alpha 6 stand down
and move to recovery point, transportation is en route . . . Over."  Jap
replied; "Ah roger CIC, Alpha team en route to pick up point . . . Out."
"CIC out."

	Twenty-five minutes later, one of the Unit's HUMVEE's arrived and
all five of the men and boys crowded into its interior after stowing their
gear in the back of the vehicle.  There was little talk during the trip
back to the house, besides being tired, the boys were really pissed off at
themselves for being taken down so easily.  When they arrived at the house,
Jacky Hoffman was waiting for them, his rifle resting on its' bipod
alongside him.

	When Jap got out of the vehicle, Jacky went over to him and
embraced him, kissing him softly on top of the head; "Hey guy, good to see
you again, I missed you."  Jap stood there hugging his boy friend, crying
softly into the larger boys' chest.


Aggressors?? Defenders??



End of Chapter 38
Next;

Chapter 39
Live Ammo



I'd like to take a moment and thank Jamie Haze, Author, Mentor, and Friend
for the encouragement he has given me in the writing of this story, and the
editing of it for me.  I encourage you all to read Somerset Farm, Dooby
Rhymes With Scooby and Apartment 14B by Mr. Haze.  I also want to thank
David, the owner/operations manager of SHV Webhosting in Ottawa, Ontario,
Canada, David is my technical advisor and linguistics expert.

In the very near future, a Hosted Site "GhostRyder's Stories, Home of Unit
One and Kombat Kids" http://ghostryder15.gayauthors.org/ will be available
at Gay Authors Hosted Authors, at http://www.gayauthors.org/hosted.html.
Right now it is under construction

Comments are eagerly requested.  If you feel it necessary to flame, go
ahead, but don't expect an answer.  Address all comments to Gstrdr15
<Gstrdr15@msn.com>

One more thing please let me know what state you live in, I like to know
where people are who take interest in my story.  Thanks all

Welcome to;

Mick T.		Brisbane, Queensland Australia
David B.		Norfolk VA, USA
Paul			Antwerp, Baguim/Europe