Post by God on Jan 22, 2013 19:56:52 GMT -7
It was night over the bay near the New York Harbor as a blacked-out C-130 flew over at 35,000 feet. The cargo ramp opened, and a lone burley figure stepped to the ramp with a bundle in his arms. To thermals, the standing figure was the only source of heat. But the elevation of the aircraft took care of all earthbound thermals. The lone man tipped the bundle out and closed the ramp.
The bundle was the same temperature as the surrounding air, and so nobody would see it, even when it dropped to 3,000 ft and the parachute opened automatically. Another 1,000 ft drop and nothing changed. Suddenly, a box on the top of the mass hanging from the parachute emitted an electrical spark before falling away, and the mass started generating heat. At 1,000 feet above the ground, the mass revealed itself to be a living man, lifting its head and taking hold of the steering handles. At 30 ft, the body heat shot through the proverbial roof.
At 20ft, explosive latches went off, releasing the parachute from the jumper, and he tumbled the last 20ft to the beach to hit the ground rolling after only two minutes in the air. He came up, silenced Sig Sauer P226 Navy in both hands, scanning the area through starlight goggles. This was a shock-and-awe mission from the Manhattan DA. Three opposing crime-lords were to be meeting on this beach in two hours. If their men discovered all three bosses dead, none could reasonably blame either of the others. Obviously, it was a third party. There were no other criminals in the area with the guts to kill even one of them, so that only left law enforcement.
Turbocharge set up in some bushes at the base of a bluff and waited. Sure enough, two hours later, the men arrived. Each had two grunts with them. That meant 9 men. Easy kills. He crept forward. No night vision gear on the tangos. At twenty yards he rose to a crouch, bringing the gun up, and started firing.
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Before the first man had even hit the ground, all nine were dead. He holstered his pistol and ran forward to check them.
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The bundle was the same temperature as the surrounding air, and so nobody would see it, even when it dropped to 3,000 ft and the parachute opened automatically. Another 1,000 ft drop and nothing changed. Suddenly, a box on the top of the mass hanging from the parachute emitted an electrical spark before falling away, and the mass started generating heat. At 1,000 feet above the ground, the mass revealed itself to be a living man, lifting its head and taking hold of the steering handles. At 30 ft, the body heat shot through the proverbial roof.
At 20ft, explosive latches went off, releasing the parachute from the jumper, and he tumbled the last 20ft to the beach to hit the ground rolling after only two minutes in the air. He came up, silenced Sig Sauer P226 Navy in both hands, scanning the area through starlight goggles. This was a shock-and-awe mission from the Manhattan DA. Three opposing crime-lords were to be meeting on this beach in two hours. If their men discovered all three bosses dead, none could reasonably blame either of the others. Obviously, it was a third party. There were no other criminals in the area with the guts to kill even one of them, so that only left law enforcement.
Turbocharge set up in some bushes at the base of a bluff and waited. Sure enough, two hours later, the men arrived. Each had two grunts with them. That meant 9 men. Easy kills. He crept forward. No night vision gear on the tangos. At twenty yards he rose to a crouch, bringing the gun up, and started firing.
futfutfutfutfutfutfutfutfut.
Before the first man had even hit the ground, all nine were dead. He holstered his pistol and ran forward to check them.
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