My squad returned from it's three-day patrol. Upon arrival I was told that the Colonel wanted to see me asap so I went to my quarters, stowed my gear, grabbed my stuff for a quick shower and shave and a clean uniform. I did wonder what he wanted but I knew better than to guess. After I showered shaved and changed I put my gear away. So I could find out what was going on.
THE BASE COMMAND POST
As I entered the CP, I noticed the Colonel sitting behind his field desk but I also noticed two other men. One I recognized as the CIA section chief in this part of the country. The other, I had no idea who he was.
"Colonel, you wanted to see me sir?"
"Come in Sergeant and take a
"We have just received word that your Cousin Laurie was murdered three weeks ago. I understand she was your only living relative."
"Sir, I know what the regulations say... that I must return to the States and be released from my current obligations that I have to the Army since no one with any living relatives may put there own lives at risk to endanger the family line."
"Yes Sergeant, that is what I was going to say."
"Permission to speak freely Sir."
"I need to know how she died."
The CIA man got up and said, "Well she was working under cover and was murdered by a single bullet to the back of the head."
"What caliber Murphy?"
"Well it was a .380 auto."
"Let me guess... she infiltrated Fritz's Terrorist organization."
"Yes she did."
I immediately got up and put my hands around the man's neck and began to squeeze. It took the other man plus the Colonel to pull me off the man.
"Sir, since he has made this personal, I ask one favor. Let me finish the job I started back in '89. His name is still in my kill book and I need to finish the job."
"Sergeant, I would like to give you that order but I can't. I would like you to meet Mr. Trout whom you will accompany back to Washington and from there you go to Fort Campbell and pick up your things and that is it. Your plane leaves in two hours, so get packed and be on it."
"One thing Sir... where was she buried... I would like the body dug up and reburied in the family plot in New Hampshire. If that can be arranged by Mr. Murphy I would appreciate it."
"We'll get it done Sergeant."
"Thank you Sir."
I then left but I promised myself I would hunt him down and finish the job I had started years ago.
THE MILITARY AIR STRIP IN KOSOVO
As I boarded the plane with Mr Trout, I thought how strange it was to be leaving here when there was still much work for me to do. I sat down, thinking of Laurie and how she did not deserve to die the way she had. I also wanted to know what kind of idiot would allow a field agent, with only 2 years of experience, into this kind of situation. If I found out who he was, he would pay a price. The older man suddenly interrupted my train of thought.
"I see you travel light Sgt. Kelly?"
"Only take what I need Mr. Trout." I answered.
"What are you going to do on the outside?"
"Well Sir, besides taking care of some personal business - not quite sure yet." I answered vaguely hoping to dissuade this line of conversation. It didn't work.
"Well I can always's find work for a man with your particular skills." He looked briefly over the top of the seats.
"Sorry, I ain't no mercenary or soldier for hire."
"Here's my card, if I can help in any way - give me a call."
"Thanks, now if you don't mind I need to get some sleep."
Just as I drifted off to sleep, I thought this conversation was quite strange for someone who worked at the Pentagon. I didn't awaken until the wheels touched the runway with a bump.
When we left the plane I was told my connecting flight would leave in two hours, so I had some time to kill. I said goodbye to Trout and we each went our separate ways. I hailed a cab outside the airport and told him I wanted to go to Arlington National Cemetery.
When we arrived I asked the cabby to wait - I would only be a moment. As I walked the rows of white headstones, a walk I had made many times, I came upon the grave I was looking for... that of Cpl. Raymond L Kelly. As I kneeled down to say a little prayer and a friendly word to my father who died in Vietnam, I could sense I was being watched. I got up, looked around, walked back to the cab and told the driver to take me back to the airport. I could not shake the feeling that someone was watching me, but I had no idea who it was or why they picked me. I went to the gate, boarded my plane and sat and waited for take off.
FORT CAMBPELL, KENTUCKY
When we landed, I grabbed my gear and got off the plane. The MP on duty asked for my orders then told me to go and see Lieutenant Anderson on the double. When I got there they kept me waiting for about 15 minutes, which I did not like at all. I was told that I could go in. I saw three men in suits walking out, I could tell that each of them was armed. Anderson was army intelligence, I knew, so this did not surprise me at all.
"Sir you wanted to see me." I asked the Lieutenant.
"Yes. Close the door please." He indicated behind me.
"Sorry to do this sergeant, but here are your discharge papers. I also need to debrief you on your Kosovo trip."
The debrief was quick and painless. I mentioned the feeling I had about being watched.
"Sir, while I was in DC. I felt that I was being watched by someone" I said.
"Well, you were being watched by the CIA - they have been wondering what you would do in DC."
"Well Sir, you can tell them that I will be stopping by Langley to pick my cousin's things up and to get some answers."
"That chore has been done by the man who helped raise you, after your mother died. They won't give a civilian any answers they don't want to or need to.
"Well, as I have learned through the years, there's more than one way of getting the information I need. Just remember how good a job I did with little or no Intel."
"Don't do something you'll regret".
"No chance of that."
I left his office and walked to my quarters, packed my belongings, loaded up my pick up truck, then I dropped off all my military gear and left the Fort.
OUTSIDE ASHLAND, KENTUCKY
I drove down the driveway that was so familiar to me as a young man. I needed to talk to the man who had practically raised me and Laurie, ever since I was 12 and Laurie at a much younger age. As I parked my truck, the dogs came out of the workshop, barking. When I spoke they all stopped barking and my dad's friend emerged from his workshop, greeting me the way he always had - with a firm handshake and a rebel yell.
"Dam boy are you a sight for sore eyes," he bellowed, wrapping me in a bear hug!
"Sorry, I wasn't here for the funeral - but I only found out yesterday."
"They let you out early?" he stuffed a rag in his back pocket
"There was a women at the funeral who gave me a note to give to you."
"Don't know her," he motioned me towards the house. "But it's inside."
I followed him in and he handed me an envelope. I opened it and read:
Just hearing the name brought back some serious emotions that I have not thought about for years. My train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. I went to answer it and the postman handed me a special delivery. I signed for it, then opened it and found it contained a computer CD. I remembered Laurie always sent me one while she was in college. I asked Jim if the library in Ashland had computers yet. He told met they did. So I walked out to my truck and drove to town.
As I walked toward an empty row of computers I thought this must be very important for her to have mailed it here instead of where I was last stationed. When I sat down I was asked if I needed help. I replied, "No but thank you for asking." I then opened the drive and put in the disk that had been mailed. On the surface it looked like the others she had sent telling me about her new job and all. I then scrolled down and found everything else on the disk in code and it was one I recognized as the military radio language, which I knew quite well. With a few keystrokes I was able to get the language to clear up. She had sent me her field reports, the name of her contact at Langley and what Fritz was planning and where his base of operations was. I got up and headed for a pay phone. I started dialing the number Trout had given me. The phone was answered on the second ring. I asked to speak to Mr. Trout and gave my name. He was on the line in three seconds. I told him I needed to speak to him but not over the phone. I set the meeting for a bar I knew in Monasus, Virginia at 3:00.
I then called Jim and told him I was going out of town for a few days and would call him when I got settled. He knew better than to ask questions because he knew the kind of life I chose for myself. Plus he knew what Laurie had chosen for herself. I then walked to my truck and from my bag in the back I took out my SIG P229 and made sure it was loaded and slipped it underneath the seat. I began to drive and I got to Monasus about three in the morning, pulled into a motel to get some rest.
THE SOUTHERN CROSS BAR
I watched Trout get out of the big silver Lincoln Continental along with another man whom I thought I recognized. I waited about 15 minutes to be sure they weren't followed. I then saw a man with a brown suit enter the bar, the bulge on his left side gave the man away big time.
As I entered I stopped by the bar first and ordered a beer. I asked the bartender about the guy in the suit, and was told he had been coming in for the last couple of days. I then walked over to where Trout and his associate were seated. "Ok Trout, I thought I told you to come alone. So who's the Boy Scout here?"
"May I introduce Matt Shepherd. Besides, he needs to hear what you have to say. Since it will be his team that goes into the field with the info you have."
I thought I had seen the man before and I had... in Bosnia. My squad was running a recon in a battlefield, when some Delta force boys got into some serious fighting.
"Major Shepherd I believe. It
is nice to see you again Sir."
THE SILVER STAR
As we walked in, I remembered Margo's
note saying she could be reached here. I promised myself after
the business at hand was taken care of, I would leave her a note
with a number to call.
"Who is this Fritz Character
any way?" Delvecchio asked and I answered him.
"Because he made it personal
when he put a .380 slug in the back of my only living relative."
Major Shepherd laid out his plan
of attack that called for two three-men teams consisting of Riddle,
Delvechio and Reynolds. The second team consisted of Margo, the
Major and myself.
The ride from the Silver Star was very uneventful. It seemed like there was something she wanted to say but she didn't know how. I knew what it was but I wanted to give her every opportunity to do it. We entered the beach house, she asked who it belonged to and I told her it was Laurie's. She had bought the place with money left to her by her father while she was attending UCLA. I showed her the house, then went downstairs, which is where I kept everything. I walked over to what looked like a closet and punched in a password. Her eye's lit up when she noticed it was a full-fledged armory.
"Well what do you think of my
little workshop and armory?"
We walked upstairs. I went over to
the bar, grabbed myself a beer and offered Margo a drink which
CORONADO NAVAL AIR STATION
Upon arrival we were told to get
changed and to check our gear. When we rejoined the group we
were asked why we were late. The answer given was quite vague.
A young officer wearing an olive
drab jump suit introduced himself as our pilot and led us to
a Blackhawk. The ride was like the one's I had been on before.
COMPOUND IN THE BAJA DESSERT
On our way to the compound, I took
point, Margo behind me and Major Shepherd took rear guard.
We then proceeded to the building
that was two stories high. The door was locked so I took a small
amount of explosives and blew it open. When we got inside Riddle
and Delvecchio met us.
We began clearing each room, there
seemed to be surprises behind each door.
THE COMMAND CENTER
When we walked into the command center
we noticed Delvecchio holding his gun on a prisoner whose hands
had been tied. From the looks of things the operation was first
class all the way. Margo went to each computer, attached a zip
drive to each and downloaded all the information from each computer.
My main concern was the location of the biological weapon that
When we boarded the chopper I thumbed the switch and everything went up like the fourth of July. We headed back to Coronado.
THE SILVER STAR
When we got back the gear was stowed along with the prisoner in the basement. Riddle and I drove to Hermosa so I could stow my gear. The guy nearly flipped when he saw my supplies. Then we headed back to the Silver Star ASAP. When we arrived they were leading the prisoner out the back.
"So boss what's next."
We then left the bar and climbed into Shepherd's SUV, I checked my P 229 on the way there. So did Margo and Shepherd. We discussed the plan. If I walked in first, the guy would run, so I would wait until they had an impasse with the man. One good thing was that Margo knew the guy.
Margo rang the buzzer, he let her
in and we followed. I waited in the hall like I was instructed
to do, for what seemed like hours to me. When the door opened,
the Major asked me to come in and when I did Walsh's mouth dropped
I got face to face with the man who
cost my cousin her life. I gave the man three backhand slaps
that rocked him pretty hard.
THE SILVER STAR
Shepherd was quiet on the drive back. He seemed very serious, like I had seen officers before. Throughout my life I had seen officers get pissed and this was one of those times. We led our prisoner around back where Trout's boys met us and they took him away. When we walked inside Shepherd spoke.
"I want to see the both of you
in my office now."
We entered the office and found Shepherd
on the phone. He motioned for us to sit... we did reluctantly.
He then spoke with a stern voice.
Riddle met me outside and asked to
have a word with me. I agreed and we sat at a table in a corner.
A waitress came up to us and took our drink order.
"Well folks get packed! We are
going back to Bosnia"
Some 18 hous after our take off,
we arrived in Bosnia. We were greeted by my old friend Murphy
who looked shocked to see me back in country.
We stopped at a US Army camp. Murphy did his best to get us weapons and equipment, but as usual the CIA couldn't get anything done. I stepped forward and told the Sergeant on duty who we were, and he showed us into the armory. Murphy looked a bit pissed, but I usually had that effect on him. The armorer outfitted us pretty well, with 5 SIG P226'S and one MII. For handguns he gave us leather for each. I also asked him for two 45's and he threw in two tricked out 1911's with thigh holsters. For battle use, he handed out MP-5-SD6'S those added up to four subguns. I asked him about Sniper rifles and he handed out two M21 sniper systems in 7.62 NATO. They were fixed with day/night scopes. Riddle was unhappy. He asked if they had any M24 sniper systems. He was told no. But he was happy when he received a Blaser LRS in .338 lapua magnum. I asked for something a bit different and he handed me a Christenson in the same caliber. The armorer also gave us two HK MP5-PDW'S - a compact machine gun that would do the trick. We packed up our gear, loaded everything into a tent. Everyone got things organized except for Margo, Shepherd and myself. We went to the Brig to offer Vladdy Spazek a deal.
THE BASE BRIG
The Sergeant on duty asked who we
were and what we wanted. The Major told him, but when the Sergeant
saw me he knew it was important.
OUR COMMAND POST AT EAGLE BASE
Murphy waited for us and asked if we had found anything out.
Shepherd told him to arrange transport
VILLA OUTSIDE OF TUZLA
The plan called for Riddle and myself to clear the guards out from 500 yds. Riddle chose the northwest so he could snipe both areas at the same time. I selected the southwest for the same reason and everyone else would clear the eastside of the house using whatever means necessary. Another part of my job was to take out all transport vehicles. That would be easy. Riddle was the first to rappell down to his spot. I made a quick equipment check, then I was rappelling down to my spot. I quickly found a hillside that was overgrown. I headed there and set up my gear then got in contact with Riddle to let him know I was all set to begin on his mark.
I laid behind my weapon and saw a lot of activity going on, so something was definitely happening I relayed this information on to Shepherd and the rest of his crew. I waited about five minutes for the go ahead from Riddle. We both started firing at the same time but our targets seemed to fall at will. Shepherd and the rest of his team came in from the east. An all clear rang through my com, then Shepherd told us to come in from our positions. I racked another round into the chamber just in case.
I walked in slowly. The vehicles were on my way in, so I stopped in the driveway and put holes in each of the tires. Then I took a walk around the house and personally checked that each man was dead. I told Shepherd that my side was clean and that the vehicles were out of commission with more than one flat. Out of nowhere. a man with a shotgun appeared. I quickly raised my rifle and fired. The man was dead before he could rack the slide on the Remington. We found a way in - Once inside, Riddle and I switched to our silenced PDW's. We broke up into two man teams: Delvechio and Reynolds, Riddle and myself and Shepherd and Margo.
INSIDE THE VILLA
It was a two-floor house. Riddle
and I went to clear the upstairs, while Reynolds and Delvecchio
cleared the downstairs, Shepherd and Margo clearing the basement.
We checked each room but only encountered slight resistance.
Out of the ten-room house, we only ran into fifteen terrorists
who were more interested in dying than anything else. We each
called an all clear and met at the stairway. Riddle spoke through
his com to the second unit to advise them we would be coming
down to join them. We met up with Reynolds and Delvecchio and
were told that the floor had been cleared but they had killed
THE VILLA'S BASEMENT
As we entered the basement we could
see about ten dead bodies on the floor. I stayed mostly in the
shadows but saw Shepherd laying down his weapons. He ordered
his men to do the same and they did. He had a real hard time
convincing Riddle to do as everyone else had because Fritz was
holding his .380 Walther PPK to Margo's head.
Fritz screamed for me to come out
and to put my weapons with the others or he would kill the women.
I moved to the center of the room and placed my rifle and subgun
with the others.
As we circled each other with knives in hand, the others backed up to give us room. Fritz made the first slash and cut the arm of my BDU blouse. I made the next and cut him in the arm bad enough to cause him some pain, but not very deep. His next move took me by surprise a little, as he rushed me. My knife went right into his belly, then I grabbed his knife hand and held it out straight and pulled the KA-BAR up through his breast bone. As I jerked up on the knife, I could see the life drain from his eyes. I felt his whole body go limp. When I let him fall to the floor everyone retrieved their weapons. I checked for a pulse on the dead man and found nothing. Reynolds picked up the cylinders and carried them outside. I left along with everyone else and handed Riddle back his knife.
OUTSIDE THE VILLA
When we were all outside Murphy came up with a detachment of Rangers. I was asked if there was anything left inside, I told them just corpses. We then boarded the chopper and left the area. Once back at Eagle Base, we passed in all our borrowed gear and headed for home.
THE SILVER STAR BAR
We had been back a few day's. I had
no idea what I was going to do next. I spent some days with Margo,
we had some things to talk about. Today I was talking to Riddle
and Delvecchio over a few beers when I saw Trout walk into Shepherd's
office. I wondered what was going on.
"Alright I'll take it. And thanks"
HERMOSA BEACH, CALIFORNIA
After I packed my bags I took a walk on the beach and stopped to watch the sunset one last time. I needed to go back to New England and think about things. For one, my new job, another was visiting Laurie's grave.
The silence was broken by a woman's
voice saying, "You weren't going to leave without saying
good bye were you?"
DEERFIELD, NEW HAMPSHIRE
It was morning when we arrived. I
showed her around the place where I had lived till I was 12,
then drove to town for breakfast, where I also bought some flowers.
After we got back to the farmhouse, I told her I had a surprise
for her. So we went for a walk and we ended up at the family
cemetery. She was amazed at how well the graves were kept up.
I stopped by Laurie's grave, said a prayer and laid a simple
bouquet of flowers down. We continued to walk until she noticed
a grave that read JOSHUA KELLY. The inscription was: Born on April 3 1992 Died on April 3 1992. Below it read: To
our beloved son, may he rest in peace, parents Margo Vincent
and Ray Kelly. She wept and
asked how this could be.
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