Lance Corporal DiNozzo
Chapter One
The Suicide Bombing Teens and a Foolproof Plan
The large military truck barreled down the desert road causing dirt to fly up in large clouds. Tony closed his eyes as a cloud swept around him and heard some of the men behind him in the truck coughing on the floating ball of dirt. His squad leader, Sergeant Gretter, shouted orders over the roaring engine of the oversized truck.
"We have been informed that there are some possible Hamas terrorists in the area using children as suicide bombers! Children ranging from ages 10 to 16 have been reported missing, then found days later in large gathering areas- with bombs strapped to their chests! Hamas is now apparently snatching children from the streets and training them to be suicide bombers. We need to keep our eyes and ears open-". He was suddenly interrupted by a beeping radio and he motioned for Tony to pick it up. Tony grasped the radio, pressed talk and then said in his strong voice, "Lance Corporal DiNozzo!"
"Sir," the woman said calmly, "we have spotted a young boy running east along the hills and he appears to have an explosive device with him. He is probably one of the bombers headed for the city." Looks of worry and fear flashed across the young Privates' faces in the back seat as Tony thanked her and put the radio back on the dashboard.
Tony had gone through a lot of training and he had been doing this for a while, but he felt bad for the Privates. His first time out as a Private when he first joined wasn't that big. He was with the second squad that just helped gather their fallen and injured comrades, and even helped get the injured enemies back to camp for interrogation. This was their first time actually in the field and this was a scary thing. Being shot or killed is frightening none the least, but to just be blown to little bits with your insides flying…Ugghhh. I shouldn't think about that, Tony thought as the truck finally pulled to a stop and everyone jumped out running towards the fleeing boy.
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Ziva David stepped out of her tent and looked out across the rolling desert hills. She and her team were to stay close to the city in watch of suicide bombers. They were mere children but still just as dangerous. She had learned that many years ago when her sister died in a bombing at school when a father strapped a bomb to his son's chest and sent him to school. It was concealed under his robes and nobody suspected anything. Her sister Tali was sitting at the table with the boy when the bomb went off and was instantly killed. It was better that way, she grimaced, remembering the horrible afternoon. She did not want her sister to suffer like many of the other students in the school had before they all died as well.
Her train of thought was interrupted when one of her men, Eshkol, came running up to her out of breath. She demanded an explanation right away not giving him a chance to catch his breath. She was trained to treat them harshly. If they ever wanted a chance with Mossad, they needed to always be ready to take orders, no matter what their condition was.
Eshkol was a good officer and without taking another breath, he started spitting out words at Officer David in English. Not many of the men knew English, they only knew Hebrew, and so the two commanding officers could speak freely without anyone understanding. "I just received word from Officer Segel that a boy has been spotted running along the hills in the east and has been shouting the same message for over an hour," he took a quick breath and then continued. "The boy keeps shouting 'I have escaped from Hamas, and I have valuable information. Please help, I need this bomb off my chest now!'" Eshkol looked at Officer David and waited for an order. He thought that it was a trap, but they would get the boy anyway to get information about Hamas.
Ziva thought about the situation for a moment, then yelled for the rest of her men to come out of their tents. Tal, Yosef, and Mizrachi immediately joined them and Ziva explained her simple plan. Tal and Mizrachi were to grab the boy and survey the situation. They were the fastest runners, even faster than herself, and if there was not enough time she knew they could get away safely. If it was safe to proceed, then they would get quick information from the boy where he had run from, and then Yosef and Eshkol would start heading in that direction. They would radio for a second group and then Tal, Mizrachi and herself would head up to them with the second group. She herself would disarm the bomb, for she had the most training in this, and she was simply their commanding officer. She smiled as she listened to herself explaining this and saw the men around her slowly nodding their heads in complete trust. The more she explained, the better it sounded. The only thing they thought they had to worry about was the timer on the bomb.
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