Operation: Rabid Dog

My name is unimportant, I cannot reveal when or where this operation happened. Suffice it to say that there is no record of this operation. We are a black ops unit that carries out missions that not only will you never hear about but normally you don’t want to hear about. Most people prefer to go along through their lives in blissful ignorance of how things are accomplished.

My team is comprised of six members, each with our own unique skill set, we are put together because of this fact. The Lt. Commander, unit C.O., call sign Lion, demolition and interrogation specialist. Chief Petty Officer, unit X.O., call sign Hawk, communications and electronics specialist. Chief Warrant Officer 2, call sign Condor, pilot and mechanic. Gunnery Sgt., call sign Bear, small arms and weapons expert. Sargent, call sign Eagle, sniper. Lastly myself, Petty Officer second class, call sign Scorpion, transportation and hand to hand combat specialist. Our unit is known as The Pack.

What follows is the mission summary of Operation: Rabid Dog

On a moonless summer night, we headed up a river from the Gulf of Mexico into a Central American country, I was the coxswain of our nearly silent running inflatable craft. Fifteen minutes up the river we made our landing, I was our point man and so I swiftly made my way in the direction of the nearby town, knowing that the rest of my unit would properly hide the boat. I found no resistance on my way to the edge of town. My team meet up with me thirty minutes later and we proceeded into the small town. We were looking for a particular individual that could show us where our objective was located.

Our mission was to find and eliminate a compound that was being used as a base of operations for a large-scale human trafficking operation. Intel had told us that the people being help at this location were being sent to the middle east as sex slaves, laborers, and even sold as slaves. They had this base well concealed in the forest somewhere in the area, but Intel had not been able to find it via satellite or aerial recognizances. So therefore, we had to get first hand knowledge of the base’s location.

We found our target in the early morning, about two hours before daybreak, conferring with an associate out front of a house on the southwest edge of town. Not wanting to wait the Commander motioned for us to move in and take the target. Bear, Hawk, and Eagle moved quickly and quietly to the far side of the building, while Lion, Condor, and I closed in from the closest side. When the signal to move came from Lion Bear moved to take the subject from behind and I quickly moved in behind his associate. As Bear grabbed the target from behind with a chloroform rag, I eliminated the associate with a swift strike of my knife to the base of his skull. We drug the two men inside the house, bound the target by the feet and hands with zip ties, placed him on the couch, and began searching the house, Eagle stood watch over the unconscious target. We found the targets wife and children asleep in their respective rooms, we gathered them up, bound them and brought them to the room where we had the target. After waking the target with smelling sauce, Lion proceeded to interrogate the target to get the location of the base.

The target was very resistant and uncooperative, even refusing to speak English, which we knew he is completely fluent. With a reluctant nod in my direction Lion resigned to means of getting the info that he did not like to use, but in this case was necessary. In one, smooth motion I drew my side arm, a Russian made Makarov 9-mm pistol with a silencer attached and loaded with hollow-point ammunition and put a round through the targets son’s left knee, nearly detaching the lower portion of the boy’s leg from his body. As the boy screamed Bear placed the chloroform rag over his face to put him to sleep. Though the Commander hated using such violent methods, it did get the target to give us the information we needed. The target indicated on the map we placed in front of him where the base was located. Our orders were clear once we obtained the information, we were never there. As far as we were concerned, they should have stayed in the Middle East anyways.

The location the target had indicated was about 10 kilometers into the jungle to the north, we made our way on foot for some two hours when we came to a small hilltop overlooking the base camp. We knew we needed intel of the base operations before we could attempt any kind of attack. The Commander decided that we would sit and observe the coming and going of the personnel to find any weakness in its defenses. We set two men teams in a four-hour watch rotation on top of the hill. The others set up a cold camp near the base of the hill away from view of the base. We noted all movements of personnel in the base, where each of the buildings were placed, and summarized what each building was being used for. One day two the base appeared to go into a lock down situation, we figured that they had finally found the family that we had eliminated. The base seemed to relax back into a more normal routine after about three days, but we had gotten a good estimation of their numbers and abilities.

The guards appeared to be local hires, most likely from the nearby town we had found the original target in, and there only appeared to be about a dozen terrorist in charge. There was four buildings total, surrounded by a ten-foot-tall chain-link fence topped with rolled barbed wire, the gate was wide enough to allow at least two ten ton trucks to pass side by side, and had a guard tower on either side. There was a small, red clay runway on the east side, most likely the way they got their kidnapped victims out of the country. Every third day an M125 ten ton personnel carrier went into town to swap out the guard personnel who appeared to be on a 6 day rotation.

After two weeks of watching the movements, we were finally ready to move. Eagle and I made our way back into town before dawn to await the personnel transfer. The others set up and waited for our signal just outside the southern side of the fence.

When the M125 arrived on the northern side of town there was two Middle Eastern men standing guard over about twenty-five locals. We thought this a bit curious; we had thought that the locals were working for the terrorist but now we started to think that they were forced. We set ourselves on opposite sides and waited for the truck to come to a complete stop, as we eliminated the two guards the driver and passenger exited the M125 and walked into two bullets of their own. The locals just stood there wondering what was going on and no one made a move for any weapon. We revealed ourselves and were greeted with hugs by the local men gathered there.

Thankfully Eagle spoke Spanish and was able to talk with the men. They themselves were indeed slave labor, not only that, but they were also willing to help us in our operation if we would allow. So, Eagle and I decided to alter our plan just a bit.

We were supposed to take the truck back to the base and drive straight through the gate and crash into the operations building, then detonate a C-4 package that Lion had made for us. Instead, we decided to let one of the locals walk back into camp about the last kilometer and tell the terrorist that the truck had broken down on the road and that the guards were bringing the rest up the road on foot, and to tell the other local guards not to fight back when we came barreling into the base.

When Lion heard the truck coming down the road at full speed, he ordered the fence cut open and everyone moved in. The word had spread amongst the local guards and my team soon found themselves with a lot of help. The locals had always complied with the terrorist out of fear that the ones back in town would kill their families but now that that was no longer a fear the locals had already killed all the terrorist and were awaiting our arrival. Lion found the local guards in the main operations building sitting around a table eating a large chocolate cake and celebrating the liberation of their town. We freed the prisoners, set explosives in each building, placed vehicles rigged with explosives on the makeshift runway and made our way back to our boat. After radioing our completion, we departed for home. Another mission successfully completed.