Ice broke the silence. “I’m in.”
Mitch followed suit. “Me too. I need a new job.”
They both turned to Vance, the man who would head the operation.
“We would have full autonomy to choose our targets and missions?” he asked.
“Of course,” answered Tariq.
Vance took a swig of his beer. “Shit hot! Let’s do it.”
“Excellent.” Tariq rose and shook their hands. He had confidence in this team. Vance was a natural leader and a man of strong moral fiber. Blunt, confronting, and audacious, he was the perfect commander. His partner, Ice, was calm, deadly, and meticulous. The type of man who could achieve anything he set his mind to. This third man, Mitch Freeman, was a genius. A man who could make machines and technology dance at his fingertips, bending to his every whim.
“Now, my friends, I must return to Abu Dhabi.”
“Already? No sleep for the wicked, eh?” asked Mitch.
“Not with PRIMAL lurking in the shadows.” With that, Tariq disappeared behind the palms, heading back towards the wharf.
The three remaining men sat speechless. All of them had fantasized about running carte blanche on killing bad guys. Having the opportunity thrust upon them, however, was slightly overwhelming.
Vance broke the silence, calling the waiter. “Paper and pens, please, Maurice.” He turned back to his team. “Well, folks, better start planning. First things first, we’re gonna need more men.”
“I’ve got a few guys in mind,” Ice said. “We definitely need a head of intel. Tracking down our targets is going to take the best. I know this guy, Chua.”
“Yeah, I know Chua. He’s good,” agreed Vance. “I’m also thinking of another guy. Crazy Aussie that goes by the name Bishop. He’s a perfect fit for this.”
“You chaps handle the lads, yeah, and I’ll concentrate on the gear,” Mitch added, picking up the USB drive on the table. “I’ll need a line of credit because I’m guessing you guys will want a lot of kit.”
“Damn straight,” replied Vance. “If it flies, drives, shoots, finds, swims, explodes, or sings, then PRIMAL wants it. By the time we’re ready to roll, I wanna be able to reach out and touch any murdering, polluting, exploiting, kiddy-fiddling rapist on the face of the earth. We’re gonna make Mossad look like a bunch of cookie-selling Girl Scouts!”
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I hope you enjoyed reading PRIMAL Origin! Three years ago I would never have thought that a couple of untidy chapters bashed out on a battered laptop in Afghanistan would evolve into the story you’ve just finished. Thanks for being a part of that journey.
If you want to know more about my background and how PRIMAL came to life, check out the first post of my blog. You might also find my thoughts on intelligence and special operations interesting. We’re living in pretty exciting times.
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Enjoy,
Jack
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