“What do we need another sniper for, I am the sniper in this team”
“Yes you are one of the best snipers I could have but you cannot hold off a small army by yourself.”
Later that day there was a loud knock on the door, the two looked at each other, they were not expecting Sadam to arrive to later that night in the shadow of darkness. In fluent Arabic Mohammad asked, “Who is it?”
“Osama, Osama Bin Lid!” knowing it was a joke Mohammad opened the door to find a short puny man dressed in a robe and holding a large rucksack. Still grinning Mohammad brought him upstairs were Zara had already changed into the local dress code encase it was the local authorities.
The three sat down at the table and studied the satellite photos and discussed the possible tactics.
It was about half three in the morning when they got changed into the snow white camouflage gear and armed themselves, Sadam and Zara with silenced M21s and Mohammad with the standard SAS HK. All of them were also armed with 9mm Berettas and knives. They then briefed each other again on the plan before heading out of a small door leading onto the roof. They followed the roofs until they were safe to walk on the ground. They found the small gap in the fence that they had made the first fateful night and went through it. Zara and Saddam took positions once again on top of the empty hangers while Mohammad stealthily hid behind a large empty barrel.
With the two snipers now in position they went to work hiding themselves by putting snow in their mouths and taking some of the icy grass that was growing on the roof and attached it to their helmets.
Waiting for the bleeps of the radio to start the mission Mohammad saw a guard coming his way, he was armed with an AK47 SU, this must had been recovered from dead Russian pilots as it was the standard issue for Russian pilots. The guard was not very thorough with his searching and walked straight passed Mohammad. Mohammad though was not so lenient and with a quick but smooth move Mohammad snapped the guards neck. After dumping the guard into the large barrel that he was originally hiding behind Mohammad heard the two beeps on the radio signifying that the coast was clear to start the mission. After a brief look around with his night vision goggles he ran over to the door that the guards had exited from. He first tried the door but it was locked. He took out his little kit and slipped the tools into the lock and while applying pressure to the lock felt with the other tool to try and click the small bits into place. After a minute of pure tension the lock finally turned and very slowly and quietly Mohammad opened the door to find there was a guard standing only a couple of metres away from the door. Sliding the knife out of its sheaf Mohammad covered the guards mouth and slid the razor sharp blade across the neck feeling as every artery, nerve and ligament was severed and then the zombie like sound of the guard breathing through the bloody gash in his neck causing the blood to splatter onto the floor and Mohammad’s hands. Checking the coast was clear again he dragged the lifeless body out and dumped it into the same barrel as before. After covering the blood stained snow Mohammed started down the corridor.
About twenty metres he came to a door were he could hear several guards talking in the local dialect form of Arabic. Realising the unlikely chance of him fighting off several guards single-handed he looked around and seen a small window. With one foot one each wall he climbed up the wall and quietly prised the window open. Carefully he climbed out of the window and onto the roof where he moved steadily along until the next window. Out of his breast pocket he took a small mirror. He used this to look through the window. No one was there. Again prising the window open he awkwardly clambered through the window and landed on the floor. He paused for a few seconds to make sure no one was disturbed.
He quickly ran along the corridor to another door but this time it had a small window. He had a look in and saw two guards; one beside the door at a table eating some food and listening to a radio and the other was walking away from Mohammad ringing his AK47 along the cell bars. He looked around and saw a vent above the hungry guard that ran along Mohammad’s corridor as well. Mohammad examined the vent and saw that there was a grid just above the first guard. After a brief search in his corridor he found a similar vent and after a bit of fiddling with his knife Mohammad managed to undo the grid. He climbed up into the vent and took off his boots and jacket, and left his HK, he then crawled along the vent until he was just over the head of the first guard. Quietly he removed the grid and putting his silencer onto the 9mm he checked the position of the second guard, who was just about to turn away from Mohammad. After a couple of seconds Mohammad dropped without a sound onto the cold, wet concrete floor. After finding the beat on the radio Mohammad released one muted round, with the beat of the radio, through the guards’ head shooting his blood and brains onto his plate. Tip toeing along the corridor he did the same to the second guard. Quickly searching the guard, he found the keys. He then looked for Abdula, he was in cell six and hardly recognised him because of the beating he had received. After wakening him, Abdula managed a smile. Mohammad then unlocked the chains. After helping Abdula to his feet he proceeded in locking the guards in the cell. He then left the keys outside another of the prisoners cell so that when he woke he could escape.
Meanwhile Zara and Sadam were picking off guards who wondered too far for their own safety.
“So do you know were the nuke is?” asked Mohammad.
“I’m not sure but I think it is still in the same hanger because the guards were talking about it,” replied Abdula.
“Zara, Sadam, are you there over?”
“Rodger that,” responded the two.
“Phase one complete. Reposition at the original hanger.”
“Rodger”
The two rose to their numb feet and quickly ran between the old ex-soviet buildings until they found an old air traffic control tower opposite the deadly hanger. They climbed up onto the flat roof and radioed, “We are in position, the nuke is still here?”
“Good, make the road clear, we have to get that plutonium.”
Mohammad jumped back up into the vent and put on his jacket and boots and rearmed himself. Then the two followed the route Mohammad had taken in and finished at the door. With a swift glance around they ran down to the building next to the hanger with the nuke. After confirming the coast was clear the two stealthily crept into the hanger and sat down behind a crate and quickly shot a guard from a platform above them with Mohammad’s HK. A quick flurry of shooting and the guards were taken care of. Abdula crept over to the nuke. Connecting up the small computer that Mohammad had brought with him Abdula started to download the arming and disarming codes. Tense moments passed until at last the computer flashed and a small black ball rose up from inside the bomb. Abdula then released a virus that would destroy the simple operating system so that if the enemy got more plutonium they would have to buy another detonator. Abdula rose to his wobbly feet.
“That’s it?” asked Mohammad disbelievingly.
“Yeh,” responded Abdula with a large grin on his face.
Abdula led the way and ran down between the hangers where he hid in a small groove in the wall and waited for Mohammad. A minute passed. Abdula grew nervous.
Scanning the area Zara seen another guard but this time he had come from the hanger the other two were in, thinking that the other two had just dodged him Sadam fired another hot lump of lead which crushed its way through the guards head and poured blood onto the snow. When the guard fell to the ground his scarf unwrapped itself. Curious, Zara took a look at the guard, only to see Mohammad’s bloodstained face.
“SHIT, Saddam lets go they know we are here!” The two climbed down the ladder and ran down the ally-way between the two hangers. With their rifles on their backs the two ran with their 9mm in their hands.
Suddenly a man stepped out in front of the two and with automatic reaction Zara let a round go into the mans head. It was not until he hit the ground and the ball of plutonium rolled from his hand that they realised they had made another mistake. Saddam picked up the plutonium and put it into his pocket, “Come on, we have to go,” ordered Saddam. The two ran to the fence and back to their safe house.
When they arrived at the house Saddam immediately gave the order to bomb the base. With-in minutes General Edwards brought up a secure video-link, “Well?”
“The nuke is disarmed, we have the plutonium here sir,” answered Saddam.
“Where are the other two?”
“They did not make it Sir. An alarm sounded and the four of us ran to the fence but they were struck by machine gun fire,” replied Zara.
“Dam, I’ll inform their families, but in the mean time pack-up. There will be a helicopter for you at the old church outside of the town at six hundred hours, over and out.”
The two looked at each other feeling like they were about to be sick. “They got shot on the way out and that’s the story we shall stick by, OK?” said Saddam. The two agreed and began packing up the stuff they needed.
The two flew out as scheduled to Pakistan and then took a plane home to America where they received a hero’s welcome.
