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NO EASY DAY: A FICTIONAL ACCOUNT OF THE MISSION THAT "KILLED" OSAMA BIN LADEN.
Conrad Powell
Smashwords Edition
© Copyright 2011
First World PublishingNew York
“Mr. President. We are approaching the Haveli compound. ETA 10 minutes. It is 19:50 hundred hours Zulu Time. Black Hawk 2 is ahead of us. They should be on location as we speak.” said Spinner, the pilot of the modified helicopter Black Hawk 1. The Black Hawks were modified as stealth machines with silver-loaded infrared suppression finishes. “It is Mr. Cool to you, Spinner. You've forgotten my presidential code-name already?” Mr. Cool leaned back on his leather chair in the Situation Room of the White House. “We will ensure that Operation: Makeover-”“Soldier. Make sure I never hear you mentioning that again. This is Operation, ah, ah. Hold on,” said Mr. Cool cutting of Spinner. The President remained on the speakerphone.“What is the fake name of this operation again?” said Mr. Cool to Leon Panetta who was in the Situation Room as well. Mr. Cool paused on the phone. “Operation Geronimo, Sir.”“Oh yes. Operation Geronimo. Lest we forget the Geronimo. Oh sorry. That was the Alamo.“I stand corrected, Sir,” said Spinner.“The press will get an earful of this Operation Geronimo. Right Jay?” said Mr. Cool to Jay Carney, his Press Secretary, who was also in the Situation Room. Carney flashed an annoying glance at The President.“Sir. If I may. I think the Native-Americans are going to be upset with the use of the name Geronimo,” said Carney. “Jay?” “Yes Sir?”“Who am I?”“You're the President, Sir.”“No. I am the Black President of the United States of America. I can get away with it.”Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, who sat a few chairs from the President, chuckled.“Yes Sir. I apologize. That is true.”“Black Hawk 2? Do you read me?” said Mr. Cool over the frying noise emanating from the Situation Room speakers. There was no response from Black Hawk 2.“Black Hawk 2? What is your status?” said Mr. Cool. They did not respond.“Spinner see if you can reach Black Hawk 2. We are having difficulties here,” said Mr. Cool. “Yes Sir, right away,” said Spinner. The members in the situation room listened intently. You could hear a nanobot on the head of a pin drop. “Black Hawk 2, This is Black Hawk 1. Do you read? Over and Out,” said Spinner over the speakerphone system.“Black Hawk 2 here. We have just arrived on location. We are having severe communication problems,” said Defender, the pilot of Black Hawk 2.“Sir, please hold. Information is coming in from Black Hawk 2,” said Spinner.“Spinner, this is Defender. We are on location but having technical difficulties with Black Hawk 2.”“What is happening?” said Mr. Cool.“Sir, I think we may have to abort the operation. It appears Team 6 is having difficulties rappelling down from Black Hawk 2,” said Spinner to Mr. Cool on speakerphone.“We are having extreme turbulence at this height without getting closer and it is now 20:00 hundred hours Zulu Time,” said Defender to Spinner.“What the hell is happening? We can't afford to abort. I can’t afford to abort,” said Mr. Cool.“William, say something to them,” said Mr. Cool to Vice Admiral William H. McRaven, Commander of the Joint Special Operations Command Unit who was in the Situation Room also.“Gentlemen, you cannot, I repeat, cannot abort the mission. I command you to land. Just as we practiced last week in Arizona. Repeat. You are commanded to land,” said the Vice Admiral.“Defender, this is Spinner. You are commanded to land. Repeat. You are commanded to land. Execute the plan as is. Defender, do you hear me? Over and Out.” Defender did not respond. “Defender, do you copy?” Black Hawk 2 did not respond.“Sir, we have lost contact with Black Hawk 2,” said Spinner. “I see,” said Mr. Cool.Mr. Cool muted the speakerphone connected to the Black Hawks.“Dammit, Hillary. This thing has got to work. My numbers need a boost. It’s awful for the ego to be an unpopular President.”That’s for damn sure, thought Hillary as she stared at Mr. Cool but she didn’t say a word.“Sir, we are landing in part A of the Compound as instructed. Mission continued,” said Spinner.“Atta boys. That's what I need to hear.” Although the Vice-Admiral was pouring in sweat, the air-conditioned room masked his nervousness. His coffee had turned to ice.What a relief, thought the Vice-Admiral. He certainly did not want this mission to be aborted. He remembered how America had bin Laden in sight that time under Bill Clinton and Bin Laden's disappearance could not be orchestrated in time. Richard Clarke sure made an ass of himself under Clinton. This could not happen again under my watch, thought the Vice-Admiral. Who leaked the identity of The Courier to wiki leaks? Time has run out. This may be the only chance for us to make Bin Laden neatly disappear, continued the Vice-Admiral.“Sir, we've landed. Sixteen men are going to split up into two teams of eight men each. Team A led by Ryder, their Ground Commander and Team B, led by Gunner their Ground Commander. Logistics are connecting you directly to Ryder and Gunner as we speak,” said Spinner. “Thank you Spinner. Job well done.” “It's not over yet, Sir.” “I know. It's just getting started,”“They're on the line Sir,” “Thank you,” said Mr. Cool.“Gunner? Ryder? Are you both there? This is Mr. Cool.”Feedback flooded the speakers until the line became clear.“Yes Sir. Gunner here. We are unloading from the Black Hawk 1 and it appears we have no resistance on the ground.” “Excellent. As expected. When you see Geronimo, please engage the speakerphone for me. I need to speak with him. I believe based upon our instructions he had cut off all internet and telephone communications from about a year ago.”“Will do Sir.” said Gunner. “Gunner. This is your Vice-Admiral speaking. Give the agreed signal. Shoot the water tank on the top of the three-story building where Geronimo is located. He will know it’s the special opps team.” Gunner wasted no time. The Stealth Navy Seal Black Hawk Team swept across the compound. Gunner fired a single shot from his night vision infra-red scope assault rifle into the top of the blue water tank.The bullet went through both ends of the partially filled tank with a muffled thud without causing any water to spill.“Completed Sir,” said Gunner.“I can see that,” said The President as he and the rest of his advisors watched the split screen monitor in the Situation Room. The video cameras attached to Gunner and Riders’ helmets gave them a live feed of the action on the ground. Gunner and Ryder commanded the Teams with hand signals.The Seals stealthily entered the inner courtyard of the Haveli Compound through a narrow stone archway then they separated. Ryder's Team headed for the small one-story guest house next to the three-story building. Gunner's Team headed straight for the three-story building.As they entered the courtyard, the lights on the third floor three-story building flickered out.Gunner and the advisors watched as the lights went out.“Sir, is the signal affirmative?”“Yes it is. That means he is waiting for you. Proceed,” said Mr. Cool. Ryder's Team reached the guest house. A man opened the guest house door. A woman was standing behind him. Ryder and his team stopped in front of the guest house with guns drawn.“No need, my friends. Geronimo told us you were on your way. I am the Courier and this is my wife Amina,” said a lanky thin man. The man’s wife eagerly nodded again and again.“Sir, we have the Courier before us,” said Ryder.“That's fine. They’re okay. Execute the plan as practiced,” said Mr. Cool.“Do you have your weapon?” said Ryder to the Courier.“Sure. Hold on.” The Courier went inside followed by a member of Ryder's Team and they re-appeared in what seemed like milliseconds. “Here it is,” said the Courier as he handed his machine gun to Ryder.“Step aside,” said Ryder to the couple as he motioned them to come out of the guest house. Ryder's Team riddled the guest house with bullets until the windows smashed in and the door fell off its hinges. Ryder then turned to the courtyard wall facing the guest house and unloaded the Courier's machine gun into the wall.“There we go. Now we’ve had official crossfire,” said Ryder to the couple. “You forgot the blood,” said Mr. Cool.Ryder took two pouches of blood from his breast pockets, ripped them and splashed them on the guest house door. “There we go. Now we’ve had crossfire.” Ryder nodded. “Now get out of here. Your bodies are already on Air Force Two.”“What about the money?” said the Courier.“Ryder. Engage the speakerphone on your helmet. I heard him,” said Mr. Cool.Ryder did as instructed.“My friends. This is Mr. Cool. I promise you, you will have your money as discussed next week. It will be wired to the account you provided.” “Allah the merciful blesses this America,” said the Courier as they smiled and walked out of the compound. Ryder headed for a reunion with Gunner's Team.Gunner's Team swiftly entered the front door entrance to the three-story building. The Seals flanked the first floor while Gunner led the men upstairs. No one was in sight until Gunner's Team reached the Second Floor. Hamza, Bin Laden's 19 year-old son and one of bin Laden's unarmed guards were at the top of the Second Floor landing.
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BELOW IS THE SAMPLE OF:
NO EASY DAY: A FICTIONAL ACCOUNT OF THE MISSION THAT "KILLED" OSAMA BIN LADEN.
Conrad Powell
Smashwords Edition
© Copyright 2011
First World PublishingNew York
“Mr. President. We are approaching the Haveli compound. ETA 10 minutes. It is 19:50 hundred hours Zulu Time. Black Hawk 2 is ahead of us. They should be on location as we speak.” said Spinner, the pilot of the modified helicopter Black Hawk 1. The Black Hawks were modified as stealth machines with silver-loaded infrared suppression finishes. “It is Mr. Cool to you, Spinner. You've forgotten my presidential code-name already?” Mr. Cool leaned back on his leather chair in the Situation Room of the White House. “We will ensure that Operation: Makeover-”“Soldier. Make sure I never hear you mentioning that again. This is Operation, ah, ah. Hold on,” said Mr. Cool cutting of Spinner. The President remained on the speakerphone.“What is the fake name of this operation again?” said Mr. Cool to Leon Panetta who was in the Situation Room as well. Mr. Cool paused on the phone. “Operation Geronimo, Sir.”“Oh yes. Operation Geronimo. Lest we forget the Geronimo. Oh sorry. That was the Alamo.“I stand corrected, Sir,” said Spinner.“The press will get an earful of this Operation Geronimo. Right Jay?” said Mr. Cool to Jay Carney, his Press Secretary, who was also in the Situation Room. Carney flashed an annoying glance at The President.“Sir. If I may. I think the Native-Americans are going to be upset with the use of the name Geronimo,” said Carney. “Jay?” “Yes Sir?”“Who am I?”“You're the President, Sir.”“No. I am the Black President of the United States of America. I can get away with it.”Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, who sat a few chairs from the President, chuckled.“Yes Sir. I apologize. That is true.”“Black Hawk 2? Do you read me?” said Mr. Cool over the frying noise emanating from the Situation Room speakers. There was no response from Black Hawk 2.“Black Hawk 2? What is your status?” said Mr. Cool. They did not respond.“Spinner see if you can reach Black Hawk 2. We are having difficulties here,” said Mr. Cool. “Yes Sir, right away,” said Spinner. The members in the situation room listened intently. You could hear a nanobot on the head of a pin drop. “Black Hawk 2, This is Black Hawk 1. Do you read? Over and Out,” said Spinner over the speakerphone system.“Black Hawk 2 here. We have just arrived on location. We are having severe communication problems,” said Defender, the pilot of Black Hawk 2.“Sir, please hold. Information is coming in from Black Hawk 2,” said Spinner.“Spinner, this is Defender. We are on location but having technical difficulties with Black Hawk 2.”“What is happening?” said Mr. Cool.“Sir, I think we may have to abort the operation. It appears Team 6 is having difficulties rappelling down from Black Hawk 2,” said Spinner to Mr. Cool on speakerphone.“We are having extreme turbulence at this height without getting closer and it is now 20:00 hundred hours Zulu Time,” said Defender to Spinner.“What the hell is happening? We can't afford to abort. I can’t afford to abort,” said Mr. Cool.“William, say something to them,” said Mr. Cool to Vice Admiral William H. McRaven, Commander of the Joint Special Operations Command Unit who was in the Situation Room also.“Gentlemen, you cannot, I repeat, cannot abort the mission. I command you to land. Just as we practiced last week in Arizona. Repeat. You are commanded to land,” said the Vice Admiral.“Defender, this is Spinner. You are commanded to land. Repeat. You are commanded to land. Execute the plan as is. Defender, do you hear me? Over and Out.” Defender did not respond. “Defender, do you copy?” Black Hawk 2 did not respond.“Sir, we have lost contact with Black Hawk 2,” said Spinner. “I see,” said Mr. Cool.Mr. Cool muted the speakerphone connected to the Black Hawks.“Dammit, Hillary. This thing has got to work. My numbers need a boost. It’s awful for the ego to be an unpopular President.”That’s for damn sure, thought Hillary as she stared at Mr. Cool but she didn’t say a word.“Sir, we are landing in part A of the Compound as instructed. Mission continued,” said Spinner.“Atta boys. That's what I need to hear.” Although the Vice-Admiral was pouring in sweat, the air-conditioned room masked his nervousness. His coffee had turned to ice.What a relief, thought the Vice-Admiral. He certainly did not want this mission to be aborted. He remembered how America had bin Laden in sight that time under Bill Clinton and Bin Laden's disappearance could not be orchestrated in time. Richard Clarke sure made an ass of himself under Clinton. This could not happen again under my watch, thought the Vice-Admiral. Who leaked the identity of The Courier to wiki leaks? Time has run out. This may be the only chance for us to make Bin Laden neatly disappear, continued the Vice-Admiral.“Sir, we've landed. Sixteen men are going to split up into two teams of eight men each. Team A led by Ryder, their Ground Commander and Team B, led by Gunner their Ground Commander. Logistics are connecting you directly to Ryder and Gunner as we speak,” said Spinner. “Thank you Spinner. Job well done.” “It's not over yet, Sir.” “I know. It's just getting started,”“They're on the line Sir,” “Thank you,” said Mr. Cool.“Gunner? Ryder? Are you both there? This is Mr. Cool.”Feedback flooded the speakers until the line became clear.“Yes Sir. Gunner here. We are unloading from the Black Hawk 1 and it appears we have no resistance on the ground.” “Excellent. As expected. When you see Geronimo, please engage the speakerphone for me. I need to speak with him. I believe based upon our instructions he had cut off all internet and telephone communications from about a year ago.”“Will do Sir.” said Gunner. “Gunner. This is your Vice-Admiral speaking. Give the agreed signal. Shoot the water tank on the top of the three-story building where Geronimo is located. He will know it’s the special opps team.” Gunner wasted no time. The Stealth Navy Seal Black Hawk Team swept across the compound. Gunner fired a single shot from his night vision infra-red scope assault rifle into the top of the blue water tank.The bullet went through both ends of the partially filled tank with a muffled thud without causing any water to spill.“Completed Sir,” said Gunner.“I can see that,” said The President as he and the rest of his advisors watched the split screen monitor in the Situation Room. The video cameras attached to Gunner and Riders’ helmets gave them a live feed of the action on the ground. Gunner and Ryder commanded the Teams with hand signals.The Seals stealthily entered the inner courtyard of the Haveli Compound through a narrow stone archway then they separated. Ryder's Team headed for the small one-story guest house next to the three-story building. Gunner's Team headed straight for the three-story building.As they entered the courtyard, the lights on the third floor three-story building flickered out.Gunner and the advisors watched as the lights went out.“Sir, is the signal affirmative?”“Yes it is. That means he is waiting for you. Proceed,” said Mr. Cool. Ryder's Team reached the guest house. A man opened the guest house door. A woman was standing behind him. Ryder and his team stopped in front of the guest house with guns drawn.“No need, my friends. Geronimo told us you were on your way. I am the Courier and this is my wife Amina,” said a lanky thin man. The man’s wife eagerly nodded again and again.“Sir, we have the Courier before us,” said Ryder.“That's fine. They’re okay. Execute the plan as practiced,” said Mr. Cool.“Do you have your weapon?” said Ryder to the Courier.“Sure. Hold on.” The Courier went inside followed by a member of Ryder's Team and they re-appeared in what seemed like milliseconds. “Here it is,” said the Courier as he handed his machine gun to Ryder.“Step aside,” said Ryder to the couple as he motioned them to come out of the guest house. Ryder's Team riddled the guest house with bullets until the windows smashed in and the door fell off its hinges. Ryder then turned to the courtyard wall facing the guest house and unloaded the Courier's machine gun into the wall.“There we go. Now we’ve had official crossfire,” said Ryder to the couple. “You forgot the blood,” said Mr. Cool.Ryder took two pouches of blood from his breast pockets, ripped them and splashed them on the guest house door. “There we go. Now we’ve had crossfire.” Ryder nodded. “Now get out of here. Your bodies are already on Air Force Two.”“What about the money?” said the Courier.“Ryder. Engage the speakerphone on your helmet. I heard him,” said Mr. Cool.Ryder did as instructed.“My friends. This is Mr. Cool. I promise you, you will have your money as discussed next week. It will be wired to the account you provided.” “Allah the merciful blesses this America,” said the Courier as they smiled and walked out of the compound. Ryder headed for a reunion with Gunner's Team.Gunner's Team swiftly entered the front door entrance to the three-story building. The Seals flanked the first floor while Gunner led the men upstairs. No one was in sight until Gunner's Team reached the Second Floor. Hamza, Bin Laden's 19 year-old son and one of bin Laden's unarmed guards were at the top of the Second Floor landing.
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