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Brad Taylor - One Rough Man

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Table of Contents To my daughters Darby and Savannah for all the times - photo 1
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To my daughters Darby and Savannah for all the times your mother had to say - photo 2
To my daughters, Darby and Savannah, for all the times your mother had to say, Daddy wont be here....
People sleep peacefully in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would do them harm.

George Orwell
PART ONE
The target took a shortcut, unwittingly shaving another four minutes off of life as he knew it. His appearance surprised me, because I had parked in an alley specifically to get out of his line of march, figuring hed go the long way around the block. He was about fifty feet back and walking at an unhurried pace. A minute later he passed me, unaware of my existence. He was so close that I could have flung open the door and knocked him to the ground. From there, it would have been easy to thump him on the head, throw him in the back, and haul ass. That would have been a bit extreme even for me, so I let him go. Better to stick with the plan.
I keyed the handset of my radio. All elements, all elements, this is Pike. Target just passed my location and intersected Twenty-second Street. Hes crossing it now.
Pikes not my real name. Its my call sign. We use them because nobody in my unit wants to use military ones like Victor-Bravo Three-Seven. Id like to say that I got mine for doing something badass, but you dont pick your call sign. It picks you, and usually for something thats not flattering. In my case it came from a stupid comment Id made during training. I grew up in Oregon, spending my time hunting and fishing. I was trying to describe how we should do an ambush, but wasnt communicating things right. I finally said, You know, like a pike attacks when it catches another fish. Everyone looked at me for a second in silence, then broke out laughing. For the next two days every time I tried to suggest something, someone would say, You mean like a pike would do it? The name stuck. Its not too bad as call signs go. I suppose I could have been Flounder. All in all, its much better than my given name, which I despise.
The Foggy Bottom street in front of me was starting to clog up with the noontime lunch crowd, all out enjoying the summer sunshine. This would make it easier for my team to track the target without compromise, but the heat was turning my car into a sauna. Why the hell this guy liked wandering aimlessly around outside was beyond me, but the pattern he had created would be his downfall. Humans are creatures of habit. What looks absolutely random once will look like the same ol, same ol over time. We had reached the same ol stage with this target and were within minutes of taking him down.
After crossing the street, the target entered a coffee shop and took a seat at an outside patio. Right on schedule. I saw the team settle around him like an invisible blanket. The crowd flowed around them all without a clue what was going on. That always gave me a perverse sense of pleasure. While rushing to catch the Metro or get lunch, they were brushing past some of the finest predators on earth and didnt even know it. Sometimes Im tempted to grab one of them and yell, Dont you know whats going on here? Cant you see whats happening? You ought to get on your knees and thank the Lord that people like me are out here protecting your sorry ass. Yeah, thats arrogant and unfair. I suppose executing the operation without anyone knowing is pleasure enough. After all, if they did know, that would mean we had failed. In the end, they could go about buying their Starbucks or bitching about the price of gas because my team and I would have prevented something much, much worse, like a suicide bomber at their kids school.
In my mind, the world is split neatly into two groups: meat-eaters and plant-eaters. Nothing is wrong with either one. Both are necessary. One contributes much, much more to society than the other. The other is necessary to protect the contribution. Im a meat-eater. My existence allows the plant-eater to contribute. Some plant-eaters, living in a so-called civilized world, call me evil, but at the end of the day, when the bad man comes and the plant-eaters praying for a miracle, Im what shows up.
I scanned behind me after the target passed and was surprised to see another man at the entrance to the alley, large, bald-headed, and looking out of place. He loitered for a couple of seconds, then began moving my way. Hes following our guy.
All elements, this is Pike, weve got a trailer with the target. Stand by.
Bull, the trigger for the takedown, said, You sure its not a ghost?
Bull was asking if I was seeing things that werent really there. No, Im not sure, but he refused to enter the alley until the target was clear, then walked at a pretty fast pace to catch up.
If he was tracking our man, I had no idea why. We had no intel indicating the target had any security, or that anyone else wanted him. The guy could be police, a rival group, or even a countersurveillance effort protecting the target. Or he could be a lost tourist and I was jumping to conclusions. Either way, Baldyand anyone else with himwould have to be separated from the target. If he was a tourist, it would take care of itself. If not, that left my team. And once we executed, we would need to be pretty damn swift, because after we got rid of this guy, his people would know someone else was on the ground and interested in the same target.
I gave a description of the trailer and watched him take a seat in the coffee shop, confirming my fears.
Okay, listen up. Were going to keep the plan. If Baldys not a ghost, hell follow our target into the planned kill zone. Well let the target go through, then take him out. Acknowledge.
Pike, this is Knuckles... we cant duplicate this hit twice in one day. Were going to lose the target. We need to develop the situation, not start thumping people willy-nilly.
We wont lose the target, because youre going to tag him at his table. Using that beacon, well take him down at the parking garage to his apartment. That was our contingency plan anyway. Itll just be two hits instead of one.
Pike, that damn beacon hasnt worked yet. We keep getting false positives. Were liable to take out some old lady.
Knuckles was my second-in-command, or 2IC. Hes a Squid, but I dont hold that against him, since hes a SEAL. Hes just like me, only he picked the wrong branch of service. His call sign was Knuckles, but it should have been Mother Hen, at least while we were preparing for operations. Once we were engaged it would be something like DeathDealingSlaughterMonster. Right now, Knuckles was in mother hen mode. He was a finicky perfectionist. Someone who wanted to ensure that every piece of kit, tactic, or technique was absolutely perfect before being used on an operation. It wasnt that he was rigid, since he was one of the best on fluid operations, and he did have a point. If everythings perfect when you start, then working through contingencies, or what we call flexing, is that much easier. If you start with something thats faulty, then youll be flexing from the get-go. The thing is, every operation goes to shit at one point or anotherlike right now. Doesnt matter how much you plan. You can either handle the curve ball or not.
Look, I get the risk, but were running out of time. We dont have enough people to track both guys. Just tag the target and use your judgment. If you cant get him, you cant get him.
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