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their way. He would be damned if he was going to lead his men into another Baghdad situation!
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    “You say it’s just a simple snatch and grab, but to me it seems a hell of a lot more complicated,” Wilson said as he read the subject file in his hands. He closed the file and threw it on the table. “There’s a lot of factors involved here, ones that we normally don’t have to deal with. Taking a civilian and making it look like something different is a whole world that we’ve never had to work with.”
    “Your role is to just secure the subject, Major.” Taylor piped up from the end of the table where he’d sat quietly since giving the mission details. “We will have a whole other team in place to play with the smoke and mirrors.”
    “And the brass is okay with this shit?”
    “Major, I would have spent an entire day of getting the proper clearances in place for you and your men to even be allowed within a hundred miles of this facility if the ‘brass’ gave a shit about how we did things. We have our mandate; they don’t fucking care how we do it!”
    “Sorry, sir!” he stammered slightly. “Don’t know the answer if you don’t ask the question.” Regaining his composure he looked over at his men who all looked a little concerned. “Could you give us a few, I think the boys and I need to discuss this one considering what it involves.”
    “You have five minutes.” Taylor answered with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He left the room and stood outside with the door closed as he marked the time on his watch. Murmurs were all he could hear, with the odd raised voice. Obviously this offer came with challenges to one’s morals and that is where the issue lay. Looking down at his watch, he noted that they had a minute left when he heard the door open.
    “Sir?” It was Everett that was summoning him. Taylor spun around and entered the room.
    “Are we good now, Major?” Taylor inquired, directing his question to the Major in the corner.
    “We’re good, but we don’t want any paper trail on this one. No files, no orders, no recordings.” He said as he pointed at the cameras in the room. “This shit gets erased and we were never fucking here, agreed?”
    “Done!” Taylor looked up at the camera and made a slashing gesture across his throat. “I want a mission plan at ten hundred hours with a list of what you may need. Dial 311 on the phone for the mess hall and they’ll bring you whatever you need. Grub’s excellent here.” He snapped a salute then held his hand out to Wilson who slowly stood and shook his hand.
    “See you at ten hundred hours, sir!” he said as the general left the room. After he was gone for a few minutes he sank back in the chair and exhaled loudly. “I still think we’re walking into a shitstorm boys! That’s not the same man that had our backs years ago!”
    “It’s just a simple grab mission, sir,” Gentry piped up. “Not like we’re snagging the fucking president. He’s just a simple banker!”
    “Yeah,” added Hastings. “Simple and done, we get our fat mission bonus and we never come to creepy castle Taylor again!” The men chuckled at the comment. Hastings was always the joker of the group, but Wilson could tell this time he was using humor to hide his fear.
    “Ok, let’s get to work.” Wilson interrupted. “The file’s full of surveillance so let’s learn the mark’s habits and snatch him when he’s alone.”
    “I’d like to snatch me some of that wifey of his!” laughed Marlin. “Look at the body on that one! Fuck me, I’m sportin’ wood already!”
    Wilson reached over and slapped Marlin across the back of the head, filling the air with a loud smack. “Get your fuckin’ head out of your pants and let’s concentrate on the mission. No mistakes on this one! We’re not riding into the middle of a battlefield; this is gonna be smack dab in the public eye so we gotta become shadows! Unheard! Unseen! Are we clear?”
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