Kombat
Kids by GhostRyder
Chapter 30: Infidel,
I'll Show You Whose an Infidel
At
22:30 the boys were sent to bed, school was still in
session for at least another month so the boys had to
be ready. Back in March, after Justin had been made
a ward of the state and then had become James and Matt’s
Foster Son, he had been enrolled in the seventh grade
at Chief George. His age and his educational development
had been discussed with the Chief George principal and
it was decided to place Justin in the seventh grade
rather than the eighth. This was done mainly because
of his placement scores and the fact that he had missed
the entire seventh grade school year. Justin had been
kept out of school by his uncle so he could work longer
hours and provide more money for his extended family.
While it bothered him that he was older than the majority
of the kids in his class, he really liked the idea of
being in some of the same classes as Tyler, especially
P.E. So the three boys trooped off to their beds with
the minimum amount of bullshit, after all, it had been
a long weekend,
Sitting in the TV lounge with the other men, Thompson
watched the backsides of the boys disappear in to the
hallway. Turning to Matt and James he asked; “So
Dudes, what else can I do for ya?”
James thought about what Thompson had asked before answering;
“If you really want to help, we’d like to
get Unit 1 Patches sewn on the Arab costumes.”
James hesitated before continuing; “What do you
know about Ghilley Suites?”
Thompson thought for a moment before replying; "Aren't
they a company that has a line of clothing, cosmetics
and colognes?"
James shook his head; "No, different concept, a
Ghilley Suit is used by a sniper, his spotter and security
team to camouflage their location. Sometimes it's made
of burlap and strips of cloth to match the surrounding
terrain and pieces of brush taken from the area they're
operating in. What I'd like to do is make up some blankets
using the Ghilley Suit as a template so our squadies
can have readily available cover when they're operating
in the field. If we use an E-Blanket (space blanket
developed by NASA in the late 60's) as a base, it'll
also cut down on their IR signatures."
Thompson looked puzzled; "What's an IR signature?"
James chuckled at Thompson's ignorance; "Sorry
about that, if you're going to join the Unit, we're
going to have to get you up to speed on the verbiage
we use. IR signature refers to the Infrared, or heat
signature a person puts off. A person will be visible
to an observer using night vision goggles by their IR
signature, if we can cut it down or eliminate it, our
Squadies have a higher survival potential in a hostile
environment. That my friend is a good thing."
The men talked about the Unit, the boys, football and
a myriad of other subjects until close to 01:00 when
everyone decided to call it a day. After shaking hands
with everyone and saying goodnight, Thompson turned
to James and thanked him for a nice night; "I don't
know when I've had such a pleasant time James, I really
did enjoy myself."
James reached over and pulled Thompson to him and kissed
him softly on the lips; "Why stop now, you and
I always fit well together, why you don't spend the
night with me?"
Thompson looked into James eyes for a few minutes and
nodded his head yes. James took him by the hand and
led him to his bedroom, after locking his door; he started
to undress Thom while kissing him gently on the neck.
When James removed Thom's jeans and found his dark blue
jock, he had to laugh; "I see you came prepared,
your poor jock looks like it got stretched out of shape."
Thompson turned red; "You don't know the half of
it, I thought I was going to pop a nut every time I
turned around. You guys got some of the cutest boys
I ever saw running around here, how do you keep from
throwing them down and butt fucking them in front of
God and everyone?"
"The same way you do, Matt and I decided that under
no circumstances would we ever touch any of these kids.
I know you wouldn't either, or you never would have
been allowed out here. These kids have for the most
part been put through the ringer by the kids in their
peer group, teachers and in a lot of cases, members
of their own families. One of the really good things
about the Unit is it gives them a place to be where
no ones going to flip them any shit about being gay.
So we look, we drool, and we fantasize about them, but
we never touch."
The two men stood there, James still fully clothed,
Thompson with a blue jockstrap and a hardon gazing into
each others eyes while James gently stroked Thom's dick
through the fabric of his jock. James pulled the jock
down freeing Thom's six and a half inch cut dick and
grasped it lightly, slowly stroking him. Thompson quickly
separated James from his clothing and pulled his foreskin
back revealing the slightly glistening head of his dick.
James kissed Thom and accepted his tongue into his mouth,
reveling in the feel of his old lover's explorations,
remembering all of the times they had been together
during their highschool years, wondering how he had
let this beautiful person escape him. Together they
entered the bathroom and took a quick shower, ensuring
that each other were squeaky clean inside and out.
When they returned to the bedroom, James pulled Thompson
down on top of him and quickly grabbed a tube of KY.
Before Thom could protest, he lubed his lovers cock
and had him prepare James for entry. Thompson, didn't
argue, he applied a glob of lubricant to his fingers
and gently pushed them into James rectum, slowly, gently
massaging his sphincter muscles until they relaxed then
adding another finger until he knew he was ready. Placing
the head of his dick at the entry, Thom slowly pushed
it into James, stopping when he felt resistance, continuing
when James relaxed until he was fully in and he felt
James balls against his belly. James and Thom continued
to kiss as Thom slowly moved in and out of James tight
ass in short slow movements. Slowly picking up the pace
until he was long dicking James and forcing his cock
as deep as possible into him, he remembered all of the
times he and James had done this and he knew how to
excite him to a fever pitch. James had his legs wrapped
around Thom's lower back and his arms around his neck,
sucking on the side of his neck and shoulders, grunting
inarticulate sounds of his love and pleasure. James
felt every stroke of his lover's rock hard cock and
loved it every time Thom's dick brushed over his prostate.
Thom was a veritable fucking machine, he continued his
love making for thirty five minutes causing James to
cum three times before throwing his head back and shouting
his love for James while forcing his entire length into
him and blasting his hot cum deep into his bowels. Thom
collapsed on James and the two fell asleep in each others
arms.
During the following week, Thompson spent more and more
time at the Bateman house, working on projects for the
brothers, spending most nights with James, generally
becoming a standard fixture. It seemed to everyone that
Thompson had always been there, and it was readily apparent
that James had fallen in love with Thom, or, that he
had fallen back in love with him.
Thursday afternoon around 17:00, General Stanton and
the Twins arrived at the house, after sending the twins
downstairs with Justin, Shane and Mitch, Phillip briefed
the adults on the forthcoming exercise.
"Sometime between 20:00 tomorrow night and 12:00
Sunday, a twenty man Recon Team will be inserted at
the far west end of your property line. We've liaised
with Colonel Moffet from the Medford patrol and they
know our team is coming, they promised not to shoot
at them. Due to the weather conditions, the team will
be inserted by helicopter and advance on foot to the
house. The codes for forced entry you gave us have been
delivered to the team leaders; no other guidance other
than there will be a defensive force deployed to stop
them has been provided. Other than the fact that the
exercise will be held sometime between the specified
hours, no other information is to be shared with the
Unit's members. Are there any questions?"
James nodded; "Do the members of the recon Force
know that our guys are teenagers?
The General snickered; "Nope, no matter what happens,
or who comes out on top, I want my Marines to be surprised
when it's all over. If they knew they were going up
against kids, they'd have the attitude that it was all
a bullshit game and not try their hardest. While it
would really piss them off to get their heads handed
to them by a bunch of kids, I don't think they would
get as much out of it as they will if they find out
about the make up to the defenders until after it's
all over, besides, they wouldn't have the excuse that
they weren't really trying."
The Gunny looked at the General; "Do they know
about the claymores and our long range kill capability?"
The General shook his head no; "We haven't told
anyone about Stephen's Miles Gear Claymores. I want
to keep them a surprise for as long as possible and
use them against as many teams as we can. As far as
your sniper, you really think he's good enough at night
to hit at a 1,000 meters?"
The Gunny laughed and pulled a hundred dollar bill out
of his breast pocket: "Yessir I do, in fact if
you care to make a wager...."
Phillip Stanton laughed; "Unh, unh, if you're that
anxious to bring out the cash, I'll pass. Besides, I
heard what Jap did with the 60 at the range over at
Whidbey Island, and how much that Lance made off of
his shooting."
The briefing went on for another half hour when they
broke for dinner, James and Matt took everyone to town
to the Red Lobster for supper. After eating everyone
went back to the house, the boys decided to sleep down
in the berthing area and General Stanton was shown to
one of the guest rooms where he spent the remainder
of the night doing paperwork. For the first time since
Keener was shot, he and Matt decided to go to Chaney's,
to their surprise, Thompson and James decided to go
too.
Keener sometimes sitting on his right cheek, sometimes
standing up using his crutches were well into their
fourth beer when Matt started; "Hey Eddie, you
know how the army marches?"
Eddie knew it was too good to last; "No Matt, how
does the army march?"
Matt stood up and moved away from the bar; raising both
hands in the air he shambled across the floor like a
prisoner under guard."
James shot him the bird; "Ha, ha, fucking ha. Very
funny asshole."
Keener laughed, for once he wasn't the recipient of
Matt's humor; "Hey Eddie, you know what a soldier
thinks foreplay is?"
"No Keener tell me."
Keener reached over and smacked Matt on the ass and
said; "Brace yourself Emmy Lou, here it comes."
Enough was enough James thought; "Hey Eddie, you
know what a Marine's daughter says while she's loosing
her virginity?"
Eddie looked at James with a hurt expression: "What
James?"
James smirked, and in a high pitched voice whined; "Damn
Daddy, move, your crushing my cigarettes."
That got a groan out of everyone within hearing and
caused Eddie to say; "Time, last call."
Matt groused; "Damn there he goes again, all right
Eddie we'll stop, we promise."
The guys continued drinking and close to midnight called
the Gunny and asked him to come down and get them. Twenty
minutes later, the Gunny showed up along with Phillip
Stanton, before leaving they told Eddie they'd be back
and stumbled out to the cars. Phil drove the brothers'
truck back so that they wouldn't have to leave it at
the bar overnight. Once they got home, everyone headed
straight to their rooms and crashed for the night. Friday
morning promptly at 07:00, the adults were awakened
by pounding on their doors, a really loud boom box playing
a very obnoxious rap song and the crashing of garbage
can lids. By the time the first bedroom door opened
the hall was empty and the sound of the rap song was
dopplering away up the stairs to the first floor.
The four who had been out drinking the night before
finally started stumbling in to the kitchen around 07:30,
red eyed, dry mouthed and with obvious hangovers. The
five boys had gotten up early and started breakfast,
so that when the adults arrived they had two pots of
coffee going, as well as the food ready.
After breakfast, Thompson offered to drop the boys off
at school on his way into the office, the offer was
quickly accepted by the other three guys who didn't
want to take the chance of having the sun blind them
this early in the morning. The brothers and Keener went
back to bed for a short nap (about five hours), the
Gunny, Babcock and the twins started to ready the equipment
for the exercise and the General was on the phone constantly
with his office at Whidbey Island. When the three WIA's
(Wounded In Action) finally got up, the General briefed
them on the latest developments: "James, can you
guys berth twelve Observers and a squad of Combat Photographers
down in the berthing compartment this week end?"
James nodded; "No problem, I hired staffing for
the EDF for the evening meal tonight through Monday
noon, and once the exercise is completed we can put
the team down there too. In fact, Ted, Justin, will
you guys head on down and set up rooms for 50 guys,
you don't have to make up their racks, just make sure
they have fresh linen, bedding and towels as well as
soap, shampoo, toothpaste and brushes on each rack?"
The twins nodded and headed down to get things ready
for the influx of people other than the Unit membership.
The General went on to explain what the Observers would
be doing and how as much of the exercise was to be filmed
as possible for later review and critique. At around
16:00 the members of the Unit started to arrive, with
and without parents. Until he saw one of the Squadies
arrive wearing his LOR (Lawrence Of Arabia) costume,
he was unaware of them.
Matt was standing alongside him when Jap and his father
arrived, being in full uniform (his LOR), Jap render
the General a salute in passing which was returned.
Phillip looked at Matt questioningly.
Matt Giggled; "We thought we'd have some fun, can
you imagine the looks on the Recon Team's faces the
first time they see the pattern used on the robes and
headdresses?"
The general shook his head and laughed, visualizing
their expressions.
About twenty minutes later, a Marine bus pulled into
the parking lot and started disgorging the observers
and combat photographers. Matt had gone inside when
he saw the bus arriving, he returned with Phil Martin,
David White, the twins and Jap in tow.
He turned to the General; "I'll have the Squadies
here take these guys down to the berthing area and get
them settled in, Supper will be served at 17:30, they're
free to use any of the facilities on the Cavern level."
The General briefed the Senior Observer and the Squad
Leader for the Combat Photographers on the do's and
don't of the Unit facility and made sure they all knew
about the mission briefing that would be held at 19:00
in the Cavern.
As the Squadies led the Marines to the elevator in the
garage, Jap heard his name called. Turning around he
saw Bill Tilden looking down on him; "Hey Bill,
how they hanging?"
Bill chuckled; "Sorry little buddy, you'll never
know."
Jap smiled as he shook hands with the Lance Corporeal
and welcomed him to the Unit. After getting everyone
settled into a room and then directing them to the EDF
Jap asked if Bill wanted to go swimming, Bill thought
about it for a minute or so and agreed, so after supper,
he went to his room and changed into a pair of Cargo
shorts he had brought with him, making a mental note
to bring his board shorts the next time. He grabbed
his towel and found Jap waiting in the hallway for him
in a pair of bright red Joe Boxer under-shorts. Bill
chuckled at the red boxers and Jap's red hair; "Wow
Jap, you look like you're ready for Christmas rather
than a dip in the pool."
Jap blushed, not quite the same shade as his boxers,
but close. Not knowing how to respond he shot Bill a
double bird and the two headed to the swimming cavern.
Once there, the two used the showers just inside the
entry to rinse off before entering the pool, Jap immediately
headed to one of the three meter diving boards and climbed
up to the board. Bill shrugged and stayed down on the
pool deck level and watched the little guy prepare for
a dive. Several of the visiting Marines were in the
pool and turned to watch the redhead start his dive.
All of the adults were shocked when just as Jap reached
the end of the board; he faltered and seemed to collapse
into an uncontrolled fall to the water three meters
below him. After what seemed like an hour, but was actually
only about 30 seconds, and Jap didn't surface Bill Tilden
made a running dive towards Jap's water entry point.
Several of the Marines having witnessed Jap's fall,
started to swim toward where he was last seen and arrived
just as Bill surfaced with Jap's apparently lifeless
body. Dragging him to the side of the pool, a Marine
was waiting and pulled a limp Jap out of the water and
placed him on his back on the pool deck. One of the
other Marines was frantically calling for help using
a house phone that had a list of telephone numbers posted
besides it. Bill climbed out of the pool and started
yelling in Jap's face; "Jap, Jap, come on Jap wake
up!!!"
When he got no response, he quickly listened to Jap's
chest and was able to hear his heart beating, so he
went in to rescue breathing, checked that Jap's mouth
was clear, tilting his head back so his breathing passage
was open, then pinching his nose closed. Bill leaned
over and sealed Jap's mouth with his and exhaled gently
into Jap's mouth, he continued this way for four or
five breathes. Then as he heard someone coming up to
assist him, Jap's eyes sprang open and the next thing
he knew the little shit was French kissing him and had
both hands holding Bill's head in place so he couldn't
escape.
Finally Bill was able to break away, red faced and spluttering;
"You sawed-off little dirt bag, you set me up."
He then moved towards Jap reaching for his throat to
choke him but wasn't fast enough. Jap sprang to his
feet and dived into the pool swimming strongly for the
other side, laughing his ass off.
Bill stood up visibly shaken, and then he sat back down
on the deck and vomited. Matt arrived just as Bill was
puking his guts out and asked what the fuck was going
on. He opened the first aid kit he had brought along
and popped the cap on some smelling salts and ran them
under Bill's nose. Shaking his head violently he was
coherent enough to respond to Matt's questions about
what had happened and why he nearly passed out. Slowly
Bill stopped shaking and explained that all he thought
about was the loss of a friend when he was around fourteen
years old to drowning and that he was unable to save
him. Jap had returned and heard what Bill had said and
turned pale, he went up and hugged the big Marine and
kept saying over and over how sorry he was and to please
forgive him for pulling his stupid joke. Matt stood
there along with the Gunny, Stephen Peterson and James,
none of the men had ever seen Matt so thoroughly pissed
off as he was right then.
In a low calm voice Matt spoke to Jap; "Squadie
Peterson, you will go to your assigned berthing area
and remain there until you are summoned by me. The only
time you shall leave your assigned area will be when
using the head, go now."
Jap now completely terrified at his major fuck up, left
the swimming cavern and went to his room, once there
he removed his wet boxers and crawled under the covers
of his bed and cried softly into his pillow.
Bill explained what had happened and why he responded
the way he did, he was still a bit shaken over the whole
thing but was able to laugh at the situation and the
way the little redhead had suckered him.
The Unit had been very lucky to this point; the only
problem they had to deal with was when JJ had been caught
smoking pot last Fall. The adults all agreed that this
was serious enough that it needed to be investigated
by the JAG team, which was made up of three of the Squadies.
Seth Howell, Doug James and Marty Morton were the three
current JAG Team members and were summoned to the swimming
cavern by James. They were briefed by the Brothers and
told to do a quick investigation and report back as
soon as possible.
At 19:00 the Cavern was cleared of all non-Marine personnel
and the Observers and the photographers were briefed
on what to expect. The Marines were also cautioned to
not let any of the information they had been given get
out to the Unit members.
At 20:30, the JAG Team briefed James and the other Adult
members of the Unit, from what they could determine,
Jap was just pulling a trick on Lcprl. Tilden that got
out of control. When they talked to Jap, he told them
he had got the idea from a movie he had seen about a
bunch of kids who played baseball every day at a vacant
lot. In one of the scenes, a kid named Squints did the
same thing as Jap did; only he did it to a pretty female
lifeguard at the town swimming pool. Seth Howell told
the adults that he was more worried that he hurt Lcprl.
Tilden than he was about any trouble he was in.
After thanking the team for their quick response, the
men called Bill Tilden to the lounge and explained what
they had found; "That little shit." Bill laughed;
"Now that I've had time to calm down and think
about it, it was a funny trick. Jap had no way of knowing
that I'd respond the way I did, so I can't really stay
mad at the little fucker."
James chuckled; "I know what you mean, but the
boys have been told not to fuck around in the pool,
and this was a definite 'Fucking Around' situation.
I'm going to give him non-judicial punishment for it."
Turning to Matt and the Gunny; "What do you think
three days of JJ's?" 'JJ's' referred to the running
in pack and uniform that they had made JJ Townsend do
after he was caught smoking dope in the Cavern level
head.
The two nodded their head yes, James turned to Stephen
Peterson and asked; "How do you feel about it Steve,
you think it's fair?"
"He's really lucky you guys are going the NJP route;
otherwise I'd tan his little ass until it matched the
color of his hair." Stephen laughed.
So at 21:30, Phil Martin and Mark White in full MarCam's
knocked on Jap's door. When Jap answered the door he
was told to dress in MarCams and STB Hat and to come
with them. Five minutes later he fell in between Mark
and Phil and went upstairs to the lounge area of the
first floor. When the three of them arrived, Phil and
Mark stopped at the entrance to the room and he continued
to the end of the room where Matt and James were waiting
for him. On the left side were the three members of
the JAG Team, on the right were his father, Sergeants
Babcock and Keener, Gunnery Sergeant Mcnaughten and
Lcprl. Tilden. Looking straight ahead, he stopped three
paces in front of James and Matt, saluted and said;
"Squadie Peterson reporting as ordered sir."
Matt looked at the obviously scared Squadie and repeated
the facts of the case as was told to them by the investigating
JAG Team, when he finished he looked at Jap and asked
him if anything he had said was wrong or inaccurate.
Jap had to swallow a couple of times before he could
speak; "No sir, that's what happened."
Matt nodded; "The reason you are undergoing Non-Judicial
Punishment is the fact that not only did you perform
a dangerous act, you violated Unit Rule Number Two,
'No means No.' while it started as a joke, you took
liberties with a person who had neither the inclination
nor the desire to share in those liberties. You of all
people should know how it feels when people pull unfeeling
stunts like the one you perpetrated on Lcprl. Tilden.
You have a choice to make, two actually, 1. You may
resign from the Unit. 2. You may accept punishment and
remain with the Unit. The decision is yours."
Jap didn't hesitate for an instant; "Sir I want
to stay with the Unit, I will accept whatever punishment
you determine is just."
Matt seemed to relax slightly; "Very well Squadie
Peterson, First, you will tender a written apology to
Lcprl. Tilden by 18:00 tomorrow night. Second, You will
develop and present a 45 minute lecture to the Unit
on the 'Hazards of Horse Play in and around the swimming
Pool'. Third you will perform three days of Extra Military
Training consisting of running the three mile course
twice a day with a thirty five pound pack in MarCam's,
boots, LBE, and two full canteens. Squadie Peterson,
do you accept this judgment?"
Jap Looked Matt in the eyes and said in a slightly shaky
voice; "Yes sir I do."
Gunnery Sergeant Mcnaughten stepped forward and spoke
for the first time; "Squadie Peterson, aten-hut,
about face, forward march."
Jap marched from the room and was followed back to Cavern
level by all of the Squadies, after their departure
Lcprl. Tilden sighed; "I hope this doesn't fuck
with his mind too much, he really scared the shit out
of me but I kinda feel sorry for the kid."
Stephen Peterson nodded; "Yes, he was rather nervous,
but right about now he's thanking his lucky stars that
he got off so easily, he knows that as soon as James
brought up the Rule # 2 violation he was in deep kimchee.
James could have summarily dismissed him from the Unit
on that charge alone."
James shook his head no; "I wasn't even considering
that, he's too good of kid for that to happen. I think
his major problem was that he wasn't even thinking about
Rule Two, harassment or hurting anyone, all he was worried
about was getting a 'Gotcha' on Bill here. The men talked
about the situation, the upcoming exercise and various
other things until 23:00 when they decided to turn in.
Nothing happened between then and reveille, the Unit
all got up at 07:00 and prepared for another day of
waiting. Bill Tilden entered the EDF and went through
the food line, after filling his tray he found an empty
table and started eating. About half way through his
meal, Jap came over to him, handed him an envelope and
said he was sorry, then turned and fled the EDF. Bill
set his fork down and opened the envelope and read Jap's
apology that he had written on a computer;
Dear
Lcprl. Tilden;
What I did to you yesterday was totally wrong, it started
out as a joke, at least to me it was. I did not mean
to scare you like I did and for that I am awful sorry.
I know that saying I am sorry doesn't fix anything or
take away any pain I caused you yestrday but it's all
I have. I promase never to do stuff like it to you or
anyone else again, so please if you can, forgive me.
Yours
Truly
Joshua
Allen Peterson
Jap
Bill didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the simple
note, he knew it was probably the hardest thing Jap
had ever had to do in his short life. Bill finished
eating and went in search of the little redheaded bombshell,
after checking all over the Cavern level, Bill headed
to the Arms Room. Sure enough, Jap had Wilbur taken
down and was cleaning him, Bill cleared his throat and
Jap turned around, seeing Bill he first paled then blushed.
Bill spoke first; "Accepted, but just remember,
I owe you one."
Jap appeared to shiver, then he broke down and cried'
"Oh man I'm so, so sorry, I was just playing a
joke..."
Bill grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him gently;
"Listen to me Jap, I know all that, after it was
all over and I heard what you had tried to do, I was
laughing right along with the rest of the guys. It was
a neat concept, the only problem was something from
my past and that's why I lost it for awhile. You fucked
up, you got hammered, now do what you need to do and
forget about it and drive on."
Jap snuffled and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his
MarCam's; "Ok Bill, I'll get it done, and thanks."
The rest of the day was un-eventful, the Squadies in
their MarCam robes and headdress wore their Miles Gear
and all carried their firearms with a basic load of
ammunition (blanks) with them wherever they went. As
the evening drew closer, everyone knew that soon the
Force Recon Marines would be arriving to attack the
Unit home. The Unit had the advantage of more manpower
(boy power actually), armor and the home field advantage.
The Marines had more experience; better training and
they were Marines (Ha, Ha, Ha).
At 18:30 when nothing had happened, James deployed his
strike teams and pre-deployed his armor. The Unit's
snipers were placed in the most advantageous positions
to cover the most likely avenues of approach to the
house from the west and Matt's Swimmers were held in
reserve at the house to act as internal security. At
19:00 the house was locked down and all deployed Unit
personnel and vehicles performed a radio check.
"All stations, all stations, this is GhostRyder15,
radio check, over."
The response was immediate; "One five, one....
One five, two.... One five, three.... One five, four....
One five, five.... One five, six.... One five, Alpha....
One five, Bravo..... One five, two five.... One five,
three five.” One Five was James, the One five,
one denoted Squad one, two, etc. Alpha and Bravo denoted
the team snipers, while two five and three five were
the Unit's two LAV's.
All stations, roger, go to radio silence, over. All
that could be heard over the radio were clicks when
the individual radios transmit buttons were pressed.
Then they waited. The robes and Arabian style clothing
the Squadies were wearing blended in well with their
surroundings, Jap and Jacky Hoffman along with the James
Boys acting as their spotters, were using the first
four Ghilley blankets that Thompson Gettrick had put
together for them and from farther away than twenty
meters, they were all but invisible.
As the night wore on the boys got antsy, they knew something
was up when at 01:00 they started seeing the observers
moving around. At 01:30, James broadcast his first position
report; "All stations, intruder alert, west fence
advancing towards HQ using Lima four, Out." Three
minutes later James ordered; "Squad's one, two,
five and six deploy to east and west of Lima 4, Over."
Since the drill a week or so ago, Stephen Peterson had
built another six Claymores. The back area of the property
had been thoroughly photographed from the air and inspected
by Unit members on foot to decide where to place the
available Claymores so they could be used for the best
advantage. Eight basic paths to the house from the west
side fence were identified and mined with the Claymores,
the three remaining mines were held in reserve to be
placed in the line of advance if time permitted should
the aggressor forces take a route that was considered
to be improbable. Lima four was right smack dab in the
middle and the most apparent.
The two armor units were hulldown in prepared positions
at the mouth of the arroyo designated as Lima 4, the
one the Marines were currently traversing. James spoke
again "Alpha, Bravo, there are two scouts out front,
as soon as the main body enters the killsack, take them
out." Two separate clicks were all he heard in
response.
The Marines advanced, fat, dumb and happy, secure in
the knowledge that they only had a bunch of civilian
amateurs between them and their objective. They had
studied the aerial photographs of the objective and
felt it would be a cake walk, hardly worth their effort,
snicker, snicker.
As they cleared the mouth of the arroyo, the Miles gear
on the two scouts started screaming, then it was like
the Fourth of July as five artillery simulators went
off and fourteen of the their fellow Marines Miles Gear
erupted in ear shattering noise. The remaining four
Marines suddenly and devastatingly came under fire from
both sides of the arroyo and were rendered ineffective.
While the recon team was standing around, dozens of
figures separated themselves from the surrounding terrain
and started doing their version of a Bedouin Victory
shout (first heard no doubt in the movie The Mummy).
The Marines knew they had just been fucked and not even
kissed afterward. The Shouting ceased and the Observers
went about turning the Miles gear off. When this was
completed the Marines fell in and rout marched (basically
just walking) down to the Unit. When they arrived at
the front of the house, the garage door was already
open and they were led to the elevator and whisked down
to the Cavern level. Once there, they were directed
to rack their firearms in the wall racks surrounding
the Cavern and then taken to the EDF for them to get
coffee or what ever they wanted to drink. One hour later,
the Marines were directed to return to the main Cavern
where they were seated and told that a critique of the
mornings exercise was about to take place. The Marines
sat together on one side of the Cavern and talked quietly
amongst themselves, finally noticing the chairs on the
other side of the Cavern were slowly filling with people
dressed in Arab style robes and headdresses. Then they
got a look at some of the pseudo-Arabs and discovered
they were fucking kids, every fucking one of them were
fucking kids. Oh fuck oh dear.
Defenders 2, Aggressors 0