Operation Invisible Justice
part two
by mardel
Hobbes was three days into his training. He'd been given refresher
courses in weapons, language and tactics. He was headed back to his
room for a few hours sleep. He'd not spoken to Alex or Fawkes since
he'd left them upon arriving at the secret location.
He was starting to he back in to the mind set he would need to go
undercover. His beard was filling in quickly. He was starting to feel
like the persona he adopted when he was in country.
His cover name was Abdul Mohammad Sarheed, he was a Syrian
Moslem who had joined the fight the year after Bin-Lauden for
new blood to join his ranks. Abdul's brother was supposed to have
been killed by American soldiers during the Gulf War.
"Hobbes! Wait up man." Darien was calling to Bobby across the
courtyard. "Hey, you don't answer you cell phone anymore what
gives?"
"I turned it in." Bobby looked up at his friend. Darien looked good,
his beard was starting to look like a beard now, but it was still not
much.
"How's it going? Do you know when you'll be shipped out?"
Darien was touching Bobby's shoulder, smiling at him.
"I don't know, and if I did I don't think I'm supposed to say.
Is Alex still here? Did they find a mission for you?"
"Yeah she's been back and forth. She's helped round up some of the
people that helped the attackers. I'm in language class and weapons
training. But they said I might never be sent over there. I'm to
valuable." Darien shrugged.
"I told you Partner."
"You do look the part, I almost didn't recognize you before. Can you
come with me to eat? Do you have time?" Darien asked wanting to
spend time with his friend.
"Yeah I have some time." Bobby walked with Darien towards the
cafeteria.
Darien was learning Arabic, at least the spoken version. The written
would take longer. Bobby tested him and was surprised and glad to
find Darien was taking his classes seriously.
"I'd still like to go with you. But I guess you're right the guys in charge
said there is no way I could pass for a native. If I do go over there it
will be as a Aid Worker or something."
"I'm sure they will find a good use for your talents. Just give it time.
They probably have a million things to think about to decide who
needs to be sent on what mission."
Darien nodded, he was staring at his partner. Bobby was different,
it wasn't just the beard. He was calmer somehow, as if this attack
had somehow given him a new purpose in life.
" You doin' OK? you still taking your meds?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not trying to mess up this chance to get back over
there and do some good."
"Claire said to stay in touch. She's worried about you." Darien grinned
at his partner.
"I'll write her a letter. Let her know I'm OK."
"You can call her, my cell phone is still working." Darien offered his
phone to Bobby. "You know you want to talk to her Bobby."
"I do want to talk to her, but I don't know what I'd say besides Hi."
"Ask her advice about your meds or something. Tell her you miss her."
Darien was still grinning. He missed baiting Bobby, teasing him.
Hobbes frowned, he knew Darien knew he liked Claire. But Darien
didn't often bring the subject up.
"I'll call and then pass you the phone." Darien started to dial.
"I can talk for myself, this isn't a Shakespeare play for crying out
loud."
Bobby took the small phone from Fawkes.
"Hello?" Claire voice came on the other end.
"Claire Hi, how are thing on the west coast?"
"Bobby is that you? It's so nice to hear from you. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Darien said you asked about me."
"Yes, yes I did. How are things going?"
"Fine I'm in training for an in country assignment." Bobby told her,
then thought he probably shouldn't have.
"I'm glad you'll be using your skills as you wanted. But I wish you
didn't have to go over sea. I worry about you." Claire's voice was
strained, emotion filled.
"I'm good undercover Keepy you don't have to worry." Bobby tried
to reassure her.
"I know you are, I know you areā¦." Claire suddenly had a lump in
her throat the size of Big Ben.
"I'll check in with you again before I leave say Hi to everyone for me."
"Yes, I will. Goodbye Bobby."
Claire burst into tears after she hung up the phone. As usual she'd lost
the chance to tell him how she felt. That she loved him and wanted
to be with him.
Bobby handed the phone back to Darien. "Thanks man."
"Yeah." Darien saw how hard it had been for Bobby to speak with her.
Not being able to say what he felt, knowing he might never see her
again.
::::::::::::::::::::::
Darien's training continued. They sent him and Alex out on a short
mission to Maryland to break into an office that was suspected of
containing information the bureau didn't have time to get through
legal channels. Darien's talents at breaking and entering, as well
as Alex's talent for security override made the task a easy job.
Bobby was growing impatient. He'd been in Virginia for three weeks.
He was prepared. He was eager. But the men in charge had still not
briefed him on his assignment.
It seemed that the US wasn't in any hurry to retaliate. October arrived
and still he was cooling his heals in Virginia. He saw Darien every few
days and Alex once a week or so. But he wanted to do something.
Went word came for him to report to agent Franklin he was sure it
would be about his assignment.
"Hobbes sit down. We are sending in several teams of men. You'll
be placed near the Afghan border. We want you to infiltrate a target
group and provide information back to your contact at regular
intervals.
You'll also be providing information about targets once the bombing
starts. Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir." Bobby stood and responded in a strong loud voice.
:::::::::::::::::::
Abdul Sarheed, Bobby's cover name was making his way east.
He'd been placed just over the border, by members of the Northern
Alliance. He had to travel by foot most of the way to his assigned
camp. It was in the foot hills near Kabul. But when he finally arrived
there was no sign of occupancy. He'd come so far and had failed
already. Bobby squatted near the tank track and examined it.
If it was still visible, if the brisk winds hadn't yet covered it over
with dirt and sand they must have only pulled out in the past few
days. He still might be able to locate a report on their strength.
He stood and scanned the horizon. He wished sunglasses were
more common in the region. He had adjusted to the speech the food
and the dress. But he missed his ray bans.
Bobby trailed the tank tracks for the rest of the day. He was
approached near dusk by four men. They were carrying guns
and looked mean.
They challenged him. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Abdul Mohammed Sarheed, I've come to join you. I was told
good men were needed. Men who had already proven themselves."
"Who told you where to find us?"
"I was trained at the camp years ago. I returned to help. Praise
Allah it is a holy war."
Three of the men nodded. They believed him. He didn't have the look
of one of the Northern Alliance men. He was dressed in dirty robes
and carried only his worn weapon and a few supplies.
"Prove to me that you have already fought the infidels."
Bobby made a sign that he was just setting his passions down. Then
he opened his robes and revealed a scar he had received in the side
during the Gulf War. It was a long gash mark, like a bullet made when
it grazed your ribs.
"He has been in battle. Let our leader decide if he is allowed to stay."
One of the others suggested.
"Get your weapon, come with us."
They arrived at the new hiding place just a evening prayers were
starting. He took his place at the back of the group. He knew all the
correct prayers and wouldn't be found out for his lack of reverence.
The leader of the welcoming group pulled him to his feet and lead him
to the head man.
"This one says he has come to join us."
"You believe in Jihad? You are willing to give you life in the name of
Allah?"
"Yes of course." Bobby replied.
One of the other men spoke up, "We saw his scars he has been in
battle before."
"Then he is welcome to stay. What talents do you have? Can you work
a mortar and hit the target?"
"Yes, I was part of a artillery unit once."
"You will show me. We have a raid to make very soon you will aim the
mortar, then we will see if you speak the truth."
::::::::::::::::::::::::
Darien and Alex were growing tired of the retrieval mission they were
being sent on. Darien hardly ever had to use his invisibility. Any skilled
breaking and entering man could pull the missions they were being
used for.
"I know this information is about the attackers. But I was hoping they
would send me on something big. To catch one of the big guys."
Darien complained to Alex after another simple job.
"Be patient Fawkes, I hear there is something about to happen very
soon."
"What? Where? What do you know?"
"I can't say. Just don't misplace your passport."
"Good it's about time." Darien smiled.
:::::::::::::::::::
Two days after Abdul arrived at the new camp he was taken with a
dozen men to make a raid on the Northern Alliance strong hold nearest
their capital. He was given the mortar to aim, and he made a good
show of almost hitting the target. But he came closer to it than the
other men using their own mortar. Abdul was praised for his shooting
ability once they returned to camp.
Bobby made his first report under cover of relieving himself that night.
He made sure he was alone, before putting in the coded message that
took only thirty seconds to transmit.
The following night he received his new orders in the same manner.
There was to be a bombing run in two days. He was to report back
once it was finished. They wanted damage assessments from the
ground.
"Great meanwhile I'll be here when the shit hits the fan."
When the bombers were over head the anti aircraft guns opened fire
but they were only wasting shells. The B-52's were much to high for
the flack to reach them. But it made the Taliban soldiers feel like
they were fighting back.
Bobby was able to stay safely out of harms way. He reported that two
tanks that wouldn't fit in the mountain stronghold were damaged. One
was off it's tracks and might not be repairable. The other was a direct
hit and wouldn't be useable ever again.
They anti aircraft guns had used almost all of their shells. Bobby was
part of the group sent to re-supply their stock of shells.
He learned where the supply depot was located and sent this
information in for the next bombing mission. It wasn't until two
weeks later that the depot was hit. But if it had been sooner it
may have pointed towards inside information.
:::::::::::::::::::::
"Fawkes are you ready to take on a mission over sea?"
"Yeah, sure I've been wanting to do more than just steal stuff for you
guys."
"The location of one of the leaders of the bigger terrorist groups is
expected to be in a known location very soon. You will be sent in
as a journalist. You'll be part of a team, your talents will be used
to get you and one other man past his personal guards. We want
him alive if possible but if not then do what needs to be done."
"Got ya, who is this you're sending us after?"
"His name is Mullah Omar, he's the leader of the Taliban."
End part two
part two
by mardel
Hobbes was three days into his training. He'd been given refresher
courses in weapons, language and tactics. He was headed back to his
room for a few hours sleep. He'd not spoken to Alex or Fawkes since
he'd left them upon arriving at the secret location.
He was starting to he back in to the mind set he would need to go
undercover. His beard was filling in quickly. He was starting to feel
like the persona he adopted when he was in country.
His cover name was Abdul Mohammad Sarheed, he was a Syrian
Moslem who had joined the fight the year after Bin-Lauden for
new blood to join his ranks. Abdul's brother was supposed to have
been killed by American soldiers during the Gulf War.
"Hobbes! Wait up man." Darien was calling to Bobby across the
courtyard. "Hey, you don't answer you cell phone anymore what
gives?"
"I turned it in." Bobby looked up at his friend. Darien looked good,
his beard was starting to look like a beard now, but it was still not
much.
"How's it going? Do you know when you'll be shipped out?"
Darien was touching Bobby's shoulder, smiling at him.
"I don't know, and if I did I don't think I'm supposed to say.
Is Alex still here? Did they find a mission for you?"
"Yeah she's been back and forth. She's helped round up some of the
people that helped the attackers. I'm in language class and weapons
training. But they said I might never be sent over there. I'm to
valuable." Darien shrugged.
"I told you Partner."
"You do look the part, I almost didn't recognize you before. Can you
come with me to eat? Do you have time?" Darien asked wanting to
spend time with his friend.
"Yeah I have some time." Bobby walked with Darien towards the
cafeteria.
Darien was learning Arabic, at least the spoken version. The written
would take longer. Bobby tested him and was surprised and glad to
find Darien was taking his classes seriously.
"I'd still like to go with you. But I guess you're right the guys in charge
said there is no way I could pass for a native. If I do go over there it
will be as a Aid Worker or something."
"I'm sure they will find a good use for your talents. Just give it time.
They probably have a million things to think about to decide who
needs to be sent on what mission."
Darien nodded, he was staring at his partner. Bobby was different,
it wasn't just the beard. He was calmer somehow, as if this attack
had somehow given him a new purpose in life.
" You doin' OK? you still taking your meds?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not trying to mess up this chance to get back over
there and do some good."
"Claire said to stay in touch. She's worried about you." Darien grinned
at his partner.
"I'll write her a letter. Let her know I'm OK."
"You can call her, my cell phone is still working." Darien offered his
phone to Bobby. "You know you want to talk to her Bobby."
"I do want to talk to her, but I don't know what I'd say besides Hi."
"Ask her advice about your meds or something. Tell her you miss her."
Darien was still grinning. He missed baiting Bobby, teasing him.
Hobbes frowned, he knew Darien knew he liked Claire. But Darien
didn't often bring the subject up.
"I'll call and then pass you the phone." Darien started to dial.
"I can talk for myself, this isn't a Shakespeare play for crying out
loud."
Bobby took the small phone from Fawkes.
"Hello?" Claire voice came on the other end.
"Claire Hi, how are thing on the west coast?"
"Bobby is that you? It's so nice to hear from you. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Darien said you asked about me."
"Yes, yes I did. How are things going?"
"Fine I'm in training for an in country assignment." Bobby told her,
then thought he probably shouldn't have.
"I'm glad you'll be using your skills as you wanted. But I wish you
didn't have to go over sea. I worry about you." Claire's voice was
strained, emotion filled.
"I'm good undercover Keepy you don't have to worry." Bobby tried
to reassure her.
"I know you are, I know you areā¦." Claire suddenly had a lump in
her throat the size of Big Ben.
"I'll check in with you again before I leave say Hi to everyone for me."
"Yes, I will. Goodbye Bobby."
Claire burst into tears after she hung up the phone. As usual she'd lost
the chance to tell him how she felt. That she loved him and wanted
to be with him.
Bobby handed the phone back to Darien. "Thanks man."
"Yeah." Darien saw how hard it had been for Bobby to speak with her.
Not being able to say what he felt, knowing he might never see her
again.
::::::::::::::::::::::
Darien's training continued. They sent him and Alex out on a short
mission to Maryland to break into an office that was suspected of
containing information the bureau didn't have time to get through
legal channels. Darien's talents at breaking and entering, as well
as Alex's talent for security override made the task a easy job.
Bobby was growing impatient. He'd been in Virginia for three weeks.
He was prepared. He was eager. But the men in charge had still not
briefed him on his assignment.
It seemed that the US wasn't in any hurry to retaliate. October arrived
and still he was cooling his heals in Virginia. He saw Darien every few
days and Alex once a week or so. But he wanted to do something.
Went word came for him to report to agent Franklin he was sure it
would be about his assignment.
"Hobbes sit down. We are sending in several teams of men. You'll
be placed near the Afghan border. We want you to infiltrate a target
group and provide information back to your contact at regular
intervals.
You'll also be providing information about targets once the bombing
starts. Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir." Bobby stood and responded in a strong loud voice.
:::::::::::::::::::
Abdul Sarheed, Bobby's cover name was making his way east.
He'd been placed just over the border, by members of the Northern
Alliance. He had to travel by foot most of the way to his assigned
camp. It was in the foot hills near Kabul. But when he finally arrived
there was no sign of occupancy. He'd come so far and had failed
already. Bobby squatted near the tank track and examined it.
If it was still visible, if the brisk winds hadn't yet covered it over
with dirt and sand they must have only pulled out in the past few
days. He still might be able to locate a report on their strength.
He stood and scanned the horizon. He wished sunglasses were
more common in the region. He had adjusted to the speech the food
and the dress. But he missed his ray bans.
Bobby trailed the tank tracks for the rest of the day. He was
approached near dusk by four men. They were carrying guns
and looked mean.
They challenged him. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Abdul Mohammed Sarheed, I've come to join you. I was told
good men were needed. Men who had already proven themselves."
"Who told you where to find us?"
"I was trained at the camp years ago. I returned to help. Praise
Allah it is a holy war."
Three of the men nodded. They believed him. He didn't have the look
of one of the Northern Alliance men. He was dressed in dirty robes
and carried only his worn weapon and a few supplies.
"Prove to me that you have already fought the infidels."
Bobby made a sign that he was just setting his passions down. Then
he opened his robes and revealed a scar he had received in the side
during the Gulf War. It was a long gash mark, like a bullet made when
it grazed your ribs.
"He has been in battle. Let our leader decide if he is allowed to stay."
One of the others suggested.
"Get your weapon, come with us."
They arrived at the new hiding place just a evening prayers were
starting. He took his place at the back of the group. He knew all the
correct prayers and wouldn't be found out for his lack of reverence.
The leader of the welcoming group pulled him to his feet and lead him
to the head man.
"This one says he has come to join us."
"You believe in Jihad? You are willing to give you life in the name of
Allah?"
"Yes of course." Bobby replied.
One of the other men spoke up, "We saw his scars he has been in
battle before."
"Then he is welcome to stay. What talents do you have? Can you work
a mortar and hit the target?"
"Yes, I was part of a artillery unit once."
"You will show me. We have a raid to make very soon you will aim the
mortar, then we will see if you speak the truth."
::::::::::::::::::::::::
Darien and Alex were growing tired of the retrieval mission they were
being sent on. Darien hardly ever had to use his invisibility. Any skilled
breaking and entering man could pull the missions they were being
used for.
"I know this information is about the attackers. But I was hoping they
would send me on something big. To catch one of the big guys."
Darien complained to Alex after another simple job.
"Be patient Fawkes, I hear there is something about to happen very
soon."
"What? Where? What do you know?"
"I can't say. Just don't misplace your passport."
"Good it's about time." Darien smiled.
:::::::::::::::::::
Two days after Abdul arrived at the new camp he was taken with a
dozen men to make a raid on the Northern Alliance strong hold nearest
their capital. He was given the mortar to aim, and he made a good
show of almost hitting the target. But he came closer to it than the
other men using their own mortar. Abdul was praised for his shooting
ability once they returned to camp.
Bobby made his first report under cover of relieving himself that night.
He made sure he was alone, before putting in the coded message that
took only thirty seconds to transmit.
The following night he received his new orders in the same manner.
There was to be a bombing run in two days. He was to report back
once it was finished. They wanted damage assessments from the
ground.
"Great meanwhile I'll be here when the shit hits the fan."
When the bombers were over head the anti aircraft guns opened fire
but they were only wasting shells. The B-52's were much to high for
the flack to reach them. But it made the Taliban soldiers feel like
they were fighting back.
Bobby was able to stay safely out of harms way. He reported that two
tanks that wouldn't fit in the mountain stronghold were damaged. One
was off it's tracks and might not be repairable. The other was a direct
hit and wouldn't be useable ever again.
They anti aircraft guns had used almost all of their shells. Bobby was
part of the group sent to re-supply their stock of shells.
He learned where the supply depot was located and sent this
information in for the next bombing mission. It wasn't until two
weeks later that the depot was hit. But if it had been sooner it
may have pointed towards inside information.
:::::::::::::::::::::
"Fawkes are you ready to take on a mission over sea?"
"Yeah, sure I've been wanting to do more than just steal stuff for you
guys."
"The location of one of the leaders of the bigger terrorist groups is
expected to be in a known location very soon. You will be sent in
as a journalist. You'll be part of a team, your talents will be used
to get you and one other man past his personal guards. We want
him alive if possible but if not then do what needs to be done."
"Got ya, who is this you're sending us after?"
"His name is Mullah Omar, he's the leader of the Taliban."
End part two
