Topic: Criminal Minds
Title: Revenge
Rating: T
Summary: A group of terrorists infiltrate the FBI building in Quantico and attack the BAU. As the group tries to recover and cope, they are faced with challenge after challenge and the reality that another attack may be imminent. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is a trademark of CBS and I do not own it or any characters in it.
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The crisp autumn breeze made the air bite at Kyle's bare skin as he walked along the leave covered sidewalk. The coat that he had bought didn't do much good against the harsh wind of Washington D.C. He was coming back from a small hardware store where he bought some of the final touches for their plan. He was anxious to get in the house, both to get warm and to get out of the way of any surveillance that was currently on him. He and his associates had checked many times and were almost sure that no one was surveilling them but one was never to be too careful. That's how people died, or worse, were captured. Their mission was difficult enough without people poking around their business.
At 23 years of age, he had grown up a Christian but after a Burglary charge and a brief stint in prison, Radical Islam had begun to stand out to him. It targeted the people that had given up on him and showed great promise and growth in the coming years. Kyle's real name was Kyle Kramer but he had since changed it to Abu al Khayr. He had stayed in touch with some of his mentors from prison and was soon in touch with the small, tight-knit group of radical Muslims around the D.C. area. This directive had come straight from Afghanistan to Kyle and the other higher ups in the D.C. area. They had had a discreet meeting in the back of a supermarket and it was decided that Kyle would be the one to lead a team of martyrs against a cornerstone of the U.S. government. It was said that the targets of their attack had caused the demise and death of one of the premier bomb makers and intercepted a bomb that was designed to cripple New York City. This angered Kyle greatly. After hearing rumors of what was to take place in New York and when he heard of its failure, he wanted to know who was to blame. As soon as this directive came through, Kyle jumped at the chance to enact revenge. He now was almost prepared to strike, causing a knot to form in his stomach, something that probably wouldn't leave him until he arrived in Paradise.
Kyle moved up the leave-covered stoop, opened the door to the house, hopped inside, and then quickly shut it before any of the warm air could get out. The heat from the house enveloped Kyle and took away the chill from his bones. He had spent the greater portion of the last twelve months in this little house with his associates or acquiring supplies for their mission. It had become like a home to him but he'd be leaving it very soon. Although the two level house had ten grown men living inside of it, it had stayed remarkably clean. Kyle smiled at this, as it was an example of the extreme discipline that these men had. They wouldn't fail at their mission unless Allah himself intervened, which, Kyle knew, would not happen. He took off his coat and hung it on the rack near the door. He then crossed through a small hallway and entered into the small, relatively comfortable living room. Where a TV and paintings should have been, there were dozens of maps, lists, and charts. None of this would matter soon as someone from another small cell was ordered to clean out and burn the house when they left. He rang a small bell in the living room, a signal for all his men to gather. This would be their final briefing. They were to strike during the next morning and he wanted his men to have the chance to mentally prepare themselves.
The men filed in and started to sit on the floor like children preparing to hear a story. Kyle enjoyed this because the idea of him leading this team started to sink in. It was an enormous amount of responsibility but he felt that he could handle it. Allah was on his side and the bevvy of men before him were well trained and disciplined. It was his time to leave a permanent mark on America.
Kyle cleared his throat one last time before starting. "Men, we have come a long way but the end of our journey is near. This will be our final briefing before our mighty strike at the United States. After this is finished I'd like you to eat a small dinner and say your prayers. Then, try to get some sleep so you are as sharp as possible tomorrow. I've put all of my faith into you and I know Allah has as well. Allahu Akbar." "Allahu Akbar," Kyle's men chanted back in unison. "You have all come a long way in both your skill and your discipline. The men who gave us our mission have prayed furiously for the success of our effort and I know that you will not disappoint. I've been told that I'm not supposed to share this information but I have absolute faith in you all." Kyle watched as each of his men leaned forward in anticipation. It's not like any of them could leak this information anyway and building trust before something as important as this was imminent. "These infidels foiled an ingenious plan that was to take place in New York City last year that would have crippled the entire city and we have been chosen to enact revenge for their stupidity." The men smiled at this. Kyle knew that he had them all. They were going to martyr themselves willingly without question, something that Kyle had believed in since day one. Now that he knew that he could trust those behind him, he could go into the dirty specifics of their mission. He'd given them locations, room layouts, and various other pieces of information about their mission. He was sure that they had all put it together but he wanted to layout the whole mission one last time, just to be safe and to hammer it into everyone's head one last time.
"We are going to be going after something called the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It is a division of the FBI, the organization that has put so many of our brothers down. Last year, as I said, they foiled one of the biggest terrorist attacks that we have ever concocted. The actual team consists of six members with countless support staff. Lucky for us they all gather in one bullpen, making them very easy targets. This is how I'd like to precede. We'll climb into the SUV's that we have commandeered and head to the FBI building in Quantico. We've outfitted both SUV's with lights and sirens, making them identical to any FBI vehicle. I've also gotten all of the supplies necessary. We will go in our full tactical uniforms with all of the possible body armor and everyone is to keep their helmets and goggles on, except the drivers. We will be outfitted with many standard issue weapons of the FBI. Four of us will carry M4-A1 Carbine Rifles. Another four will be carrying some HK MP5's. The last two will be carrying two will be carrying the Matte Black 870 Express Pistol Grip Shotguns. Everyone will also be carrying a knife and a backup Glock 17. There is also one more piece to our uniforms, which will be under our bulletproof vests. We will all wear a C4 vest. You are to keep shooting until you are incapacitated and then you are to detonate your vest and enter into Paradise." Kyle watched his men for any sign of fear or uncertainty. When he saw none, he had to keep himself from smiling.
"I will review your shooting scores for each weapon from the past month and you will get your weapon assignments in the morning, before we head out. After we get through the gate of the building, we will look very calm and non-challant on our way in. The men in Afghanistan asked that we try to kill as many FBI agents as we possibly while we are in there. I have prayed for guidance on this for many hours and I have come to the conclusion that we will split up. I have faith in Allah that five men can complete our primary objective while the other five hunt down as many agents as possible. You will get your team assignments in the morning as well. Whoever is on the hunting team will have freedom to roam wherever they want to do the most damage. The only rule is that you look as non-challant and calm as possible until you hear the BAU team fire. We don't want to give the members of the BAU any advantage so keep your fingers off the trigger. The team that will be infiltrating the BAU has different rules of engagement, however. You are not to leave the bullpen of the BAU under any circumstances, unless all members of the BAU are dead. One man will wait at the door while the other four will engage all targets in the bullpen." Kyle could see each man making careful mental notes and absorbing everything he said.
"You have a few hours to look at the maps and memorize every detail of the plan. After that I'd like you to eat and go pray for a successful mission and for your glorious entrance into Paradise. We will depart tomorrow at 1600 hours. Does anyone have any questions before I go pray? If you have any, now is the time." Kyle looked at each man and finally a man named John Carlson spoke up. "Sir, I want to thank you for all of your guidance and intelligence. This mission had no chance of success without you. Now we will strike a great blow to the infidels and your name shall live forever as you watch in Paradise." Kyle smiled at John. He had always been the most promising of his men and now he knew for sure whom he'd choose to lead the other team. "I would have never been able to do it without you all. You have put countless hours into this and soon you will experience the fruits of your labor in Paradise," Kyle said to his men as they all smiled at him. "Allahu Akbar," Kyle said and his men once again chanted "Allahu Akbar."
Kyle dismissed his men one last time and then ascended the dark stairs to his small room with only a mattress, fast food wrappers, and pages upon pages of information. He had received a room to himself because of all of the information that he had to sort through. He now had total faith in his men and a plan that would stand up to intense scrutiny. John was right; his name would live forever as he watched from Paradise. He now had a few final hours of work to do before he'd say his prayers and extinguish the dank bulb that lit up the small empty room that he slept in. He had to pick the best shooters for the best weapons and divide the teams evenly. He would lead the team that would attack the BAU and John would lead the hunting team. He stacked up all of the information that he was done with in the corner, that way whoever came to clean up could get in and out as quickly as possible. He picked up the disposable cell phone from the floor. He had to make one last contact before he started the rest of his work and carried out the mission. He dialed a number and quickly hung up. He then did the exact same thing again. This was the signal that he was ready and that his team was prepared to go on schedule. He then shut the phone off, dropped on the floor, and smashed it with his foot. The infidels would have no way to track him now. The mission was less than 12 hours away and the knot in his stomach was getting tighter and tighter. He knew, however, that they would put an unparalelled fear into America's law enforcement community. "Allahu Akbar," he thought out loud, smiling to himself....
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