AN #1: This story takes place during the current season, while Mac is
serving onboard the Seahawk as Singer's replacement. It will obviously
become an AU story in time..
AN #2This is my first "published" fanfiction, as well as my first JAG story. Any feedback will be welcomed. Please note that the multiple chapters of this story will discuss a domestic terror attack and the bad guys are radical Islamists - if you are sensitive to such material, then this tale will not be your cup of tea. You have been warned..
Update note: When I began this story, it was before a commercial jet had been targeted by a shoulder-launched rockets. The eerie coincidence is a little unnerving...My intent was only to create a possible scenario for our JAG characters to deal with. If you think the connection between reality and fiction is too close for comfort, skip my story, please.
Norfolk, Virginia 1500 EST
As he lined up his target in the sights of the weapon, he grinned at the irony of the event about to happen. An American-made weapon was about to cause massive damage to an American war ship. Perhaps this would serve as proof to Mahmood that Allah did have a sense of humor. . . .
Wafa al Muhammed, a.k.a. Giovanni Casselli, was often eyed suspiciously by his other al Qaeda contact because of the extent of time he had spent in the land of the Great Satan. In turn, Muhammed was contemptuous of his more provincial cohort. Mahmood lacked a certain sophistication and intellectual understanding that Wafa had gained from years living outside the Middle East. His jokes were often misunderstood and his witticisms were greeted by a flat stare. But Mahmood was as committed as he was in the jihad against America. That devotion to the destruction of the United States bonded them more closely than other more superficial differences could divide them.
The two had worked closely to complete their mission, and a spectacular event of destruction and grief promised to be the end result. Soon his target would be within range, while he would be able to safely disappear from the scene to await his next opportunity.
He shifted the Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon (SMAW) slightly. It was not heavy - the portable rocket launcher only weighed 30 pounds in ready-to-fire mode. As a weapons expert for the United Nations in his role as Giovanni Casselli, Wafa had long known this weapon would be ideal for tactical strikes on any number of US targets. The weapon had been used in the evil attack the Americans called "Desert Storm;" it had not been difficult to "liberate" a few launchers and rockets.
The launcher had a range of 500 meters on any target larger than a tank - and the bridge of the USS Seahawk as it came into the port at Norfolk was certainly larger than a tank. As soon as the rocket hit, he could be in his car and driving away in under 2 minutes. A suicide bomber could bring death only once, with plans like this, he could do many times over.
Wafa grinned again as the target came within range and he squeezed the trigger. "Insh' Allah." he whispered as he watched a fireball fill the horizon.
To be continued..
AN #2This is my first "published" fanfiction, as well as my first JAG story. Any feedback will be welcomed. Please note that the multiple chapters of this story will discuss a domestic terror attack and the bad guys are radical Islamists - if you are sensitive to such material, then this tale will not be your cup of tea. You have been warned..
Update note: When I began this story, it was before a commercial jet had been targeted by a shoulder-launched rockets. The eerie coincidence is a little unnerving...My intent was only to create a possible scenario for our JAG characters to deal with. If you think the connection between reality and fiction is too close for comfort, skip my story, please.
Norfolk, Virginia 1500 EST
As he lined up his target in the sights of the weapon, he grinned at the irony of the event about to happen. An American-made weapon was about to cause massive damage to an American war ship. Perhaps this would serve as proof to Mahmood that Allah did have a sense of humor. . . .
Wafa al Muhammed, a.k.a. Giovanni Casselli, was often eyed suspiciously by his other al Qaeda contact because of the extent of time he had spent in the land of the Great Satan. In turn, Muhammed was contemptuous of his more provincial cohort. Mahmood lacked a certain sophistication and intellectual understanding that Wafa had gained from years living outside the Middle East. His jokes were often misunderstood and his witticisms were greeted by a flat stare. But Mahmood was as committed as he was in the jihad against America. That devotion to the destruction of the United States bonded them more closely than other more superficial differences could divide them.
The two had worked closely to complete their mission, and a spectacular event of destruction and grief promised to be the end result. Soon his target would be within range, while he would be able to safely disappear from the scene to await his next opportunity.
He shifted the Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon (SMAW) slightly. It was not heavy - the portable rocket launcher only weighed 30 pounds in ready-to-fire mode. As a weapons expert for the United Nations in his role as Giovanni Casselli, Wafa had long known this weapon would be ideal for tactical strikes on any number of US targets. The weapon had been used in the evil attack the Americans called "Desert Storm;" it had not been difficult to "liberate" a few launchers and rockets.
The launcher had a range of 500 meters on any target larger than a tank - and the bridge of the USS Seahawk as it came into the port at Norfolk was certainly larger than a tank. As soon as the rocket hit, he could be in his car and driving away in under 2 minutes. A suicide bomber could bring death only once, with plans like this, he could do many times over.
Wafa grinned again as the target came within range and he squeezed the trigger. "Insh' Allah." he whispered as he watched a fireball fill the horizon.
To be continued..