Harry Potter and the New Threat

Chapter 1

Spec Ops

It was a normal summer night in Annapolis Maryland. The mild temperature yet to be effected by the increased humidity of July and August. Clouds threatening rain marred the night's sky. A young man looking to be about 22 sat bolt upright in his bed drenched in sweat and breathing hard. His emerald eyes dark and gaunt from having seen way too much for his time took in his surroundings and sighed when he realized he was safe In his home. It had been the dream again the one that had haunted him since he was 17. A phone rang on his bedside table. He turned on his bedside lamp that provided just enough light to cast faint shadows off his dresser window seal and television. He reached down and picked up the phone and clicked it on. "Hello." He said his voice a Monotone British accent. "James." The voice on the other line was distinctly American Texan to be exact. "LT." James said it was his Lieutenant the one in charge of his squad. "Get to base we have a mission." He said, with his Texas draw coming threw the phone loud and clear. "Yes sir I'll be right there." He said and hung up the phone and threw it on his bed as he stood up. His black hair was in the typical military crew cut and his standard military frame showed all of his training. He dressed in his camo fatigues and combat boots shined to a high luster. He soon drove off in his 2003 Toyota Tacoma pick up and left for the Annapolis Naval Base.

Before long he found himself sitting in a briefing room with five other men that made up U.S. Navy S.E.A.L team six America's top anti terrorist unit. A representative from the United Nations was currently briefing the team about a situation in Ulster Ireland A small group of British tourists and American peace activists has been taken hostage and are being held under ransom. "Now the files on the Americans are in the folder on each of your desks." The U.N worker said as the six men flipped threw the files. "Great religious types all ways the religious types." James heard the guy next to him comment his New York accent was evident. "Why can't they be a group of super models." The voice said again. "Johnny when have we ever dealt with any other type of hostage." James said turning in his chair to look at the Italian New Yorker. Johnny just smiled and shrugged his shoulders hamming it up like normal. "Cut the chatter and get serious." The Lieutenant Dan Weatherford said his draw thick and heavy. "Sir." James and Johnny said in unison. "What about the Brits?" One of the five probably the Lankiest of them all said. He was about six feet five inches and wasn't of a muscled building like the others. But was definitely wiry. His name was Richard Montage the team's medic and whatever else was required of him. "The British government dropped the ball on this one and can't find their files." The U.N worker said shaking his head. "What about the enemy numbers?" Jonathan Daniels said the support unit of the team was also the biggest from years of hauling his heavy machine gun and ammo around. "Intel says that there is a small encampment about twenty miles south of Ulster exact numbers unknown but our best estimate is twenty to thirty." The worker said shaking his head. "Armor, Tanks anything of that nature." Nathan Sanches said the man the team calls when something need blown up. "As far as we know they have know heavy armor. But as we have had a bit of experience dealing with the P.I.R.A (Provisional Irish Republican Army.) expect anything." The U.N worker said and motioned for them all to stand. "I will expect to see you and all of the hostages back on friendly ground. The mission starts when you are all ready the jet has been prepped you will take that to a naval carrier in the Atlantic and then go to the drop point via chopper." He said and dismissed the men. The six left as one to the hanger area. James changed into his combat fatigues. Witch included disruptive patterns to blend in better and a kevlar vest of the same print lined with pockets. And put ten clips for his M-16 A2 assault rifle plus the one he had in it as well as a complement of grenades for his M-203 grenade launcher. He also put a combat knife that doubled as a bayonet on the left shoulder. He slid a clip into his Israeli Munitions .50 caliber Desert Eagle pulled back the slide locking the hammer into position and clicked the safety on and slid into his hip holster, and loaded six clips for it as well. He also clipped two flashbangs, two smoke grenades, and four standard frag grenades. Then looked into his mirror and applied face paint to help him better blend in the grassy type area. He like the rest of his team was ready. The last thing he did was slip on a camo helmet They boarded the carrier bound Osprey and were soon on in root to the U.S.S Enterprise.

James currently sat in the back compartment of a Black Hawk chopper currently two minutes to the drop zone. The S.E.A.L's were to fast rope from the hovering chopper and then make their way to the encampment find the hostages and safely rescue them and hump it out to the extraction zone were the chopper would be waiting for them. "Gentlemen." Lieutenant Dan's voice came over the noise the chopper made thanks to the radio they all had in their helmets. "It's been a honor to serve with you all. And let's do our best to make shure that everyone makes it home in one peace." He said going threw his usual pre mission speech. They all gave a whoop of agreement and the light turned green. And James was the first down the left side rope.

AN: I have at this time put my other fictions on temporary hiatus. If this takes off I might continue but I would like some feed back as to what you think and I know that there are quite a bit of spelling mistakes so I could use a beta reader thank you.

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