Unto The Breach-ARC

by John Ringo

  "To cover their backs?" Guerrin asked, taking a sip of the coffee. It was excellent, big surprise.

  "There is that," Nielson said, walking around the desk and touching a control on his keyboard. The computer flashed a map of the local area up on a white-washed wall. "This is our AO. As you'll note, directly to our north curving to the east, is Chechnya. The Russians hold the low-lands. They've been unable to take or hold control of the highlands, the bit closest to us. The Chechens had been using this part of Georgia as their personal fiefdom, a secure rear area, to supply their forces and provide safe areas, notably in the Pansiki Gorge." Nielson pointed it out with a laser pointer.

  "Not far from here at all," Guerrin mused.

  "No, it's not," Nielson admitted. "And I'll add that it's simply crawling with Chechen mujaheddin. And muj from all over the world that didn't want to get their balls blown off in Iraq. Fighting the Russians isn't safe but it's a damn sight safer than fighting Americans as the muj have started to notice. I'm not saying that the guys over there are cowards. Call them the wiser part. They've tried to hit us once and we handed them their heads. One team of twenty Keldara, straight off their first week on the range, took down a Chechen force of about two hundred."

  "Not bad," Guerrin said.

  "I think, at this point, the Keldara are probably close to the ability level of your Rangers," the colonel mused. "I'm not sure who is better and I don't think it matters. They are quite good. They've been running patrolling ops, shutting down Chechen movement in our AO, for the past nine months. This has made the Russians very happy because it has significantly reduced the supplies the Chechens are getting. It has made the American government happy because the Russians are happy and it's an American driving it, even if it's for his own reasons.

  "The Keldara teams, twenty men per team, patrol on a cycle so it's not day in and day out. But they go out for a week or so, do intensive patrolling, scouting and ambush ops then come back. So far, they've taken light to no casualties while killing over fifty Chechens and bringing back several tons of supplies. They're good."

  "Got that, sir," Guerrin said, nodding. "And based on the results, I'd say I agree. Not better than my company, you understand..." he added with a grin.

  "Understood," Nielson said, smiling back and then becoming serious. "The following information is classified TS Codeword Ribbon Blade. Ribbon Blade is an Ultra Blue classification, you may not discuss it with anyone without authorization from the person informing you of your portion of the mission or someone with National Command Authority clearance. Do you understand this classification, captain?"

  "National command authority level?" Guerrin said. "President, National Security Advisor..."

  "Secretary of Defense," Nielson said, nodding. "They are the only three persons permitted to open up the compartment. No one else. The codeword itself is classed Top Secret as is its classification level. Nobody can ask you what you really did on this mission. Should your mission parameters change then you need to ensure that your men are made aware that the basic mission parameters can be considered open source but if there is a mission change it goes totally black. Are we clear?"

  "Clear, sir," Guerrin replied.

  "Your cover mission, the open source mission, is to train on mountain operations with the Keldara," Nielson said. "As I pointed out, they're gone. Your confidential mission is to cover their backs while they are out of town. Which gets to what they are doing.

  "For a number of reasons, among others that the Keldara are good enough, they got handed one hell of a fucked up mission. You'll note the nature of the terrain between Chechnya and here."

  "High alpine, looks like," Guerrin said. "I saw the mountains on the way in. Nasty. You've already had a couple of snows I see."

  "They are 'out of town' doing a penetration of Chechen controlled Georgia for the purposes of a raid," Nielson said. "The area is one that even the Russian Spetznaz hasn't penetrated. It's been in Chechen hands for at least ten years. The nature of that raid is not in your need-to-know at this time. However, when they attempt to extract, on foot, they are likely to have every damned Chechen in the entire region on their ass. If they are in contact or being closely pursued it is likely that DC will authorize you to engage the Chechens to stop them from crossing into Keldara territory. At the very least you are authorized to keep them from taking this valley and its infrastructure. Do you understand the three level structure of this brief?"

  "Yes, sir," Guerrin said. "We play like we're doing training ops with the Keldara, we really make sure they've got a home to come back to and if they get dropped in the shit we screen them on their way out. The first is confidential, the second TS and the third absolutely black."

  "The Keldara are using very out-of-the-way areas for their penetrations," Nielson said. "But the best egress routes are here, here and here," he added, pointing to three passes. "They didn't go in that way because the Chechens have outposts and patrols covering those routes. But those are the egress routes. They are also the primary routes the Chechens use to penetrate our area and the area that the Keldara do most of their missions."

  "So if I ran my patrol ops up through there... my teams would be in position to support the Keldara," Guerrin said.

  "Exactly. You're not quite a Go-To-Hell Plan, captain, but you're close."

  "What is the Go-To-Hell plan?" Guerrin asked.

  "Falls very strictly into need-to-know," Nielson replied. "There are...five people who know it. Including NCA in its entirety."

  "I..." Guerrin started to ask a question then shut his mouth.

  "Go ahead, captain," Nielson said mildly.

  "Is this some sort of CIA black op or something?" Guerrin asked. "I figure the answer is going to be NtN but I figured I'd ask."

  "The Kildar is entirely an independent operator," the colonel said. "We are not employed by the US Government in any capacity. The Kildar does, however, often take on missions that require a high degree of deniability or that the US government isn't willing to touch with its own forces. Even the extremely black ones. I will not detail the nature of those missions but suffice to say they are important enough that the rewards from the missions pay for..." Nielson just shrugged and gestured around. "I will say this: the Kildar is the only person I've ever personally met who has a direct line to the president on the speed-dial of his phone. He rarely picks it up just to chat, but I've seen the opposite happen."

  "You know, the first sergeant said this mission had a high rank 'smell' to it," Guerrin said. "I guess he was right."

  "But be clear, captain," Nielson said. "This mission has a high priority due to the nature of the raid. Not because the Kildar can pick up the phone and talk to the president. More the opposite. We got the mission because the president knew we could do it and because Mike is on his speed-dial. This was a mission that had to be black, it had to be politically correct in a very real meaning of the word—there were huge problems with both the Georgians and the Russians but both were willing to trust the Kildar—and it had to be successful. That is why the Kildar was tapped. Because he hasn't failed in a mission yet. Let's hope this isn't a first."

  * * *

  "Oh, hoowah!" Lane said.

  Serris, looking around the new quarters, had to agree. The harem quarters were two stories and circular, the upper balcony and lower rooms facing into a center atrium with a fountain in the middle. The fountain had a sculpture in it, probably marble, so worn by the water the original statue had faded into something that looked modernist. But there was enough left of the original shape to determine that it had been two forms, horizontal and superimposed. Murals depicting pastoral scenes, some of the tiles missing, covered the walls between the doorways.

  The south facing outer wall was mostly glass with complex metal filigree supporting it. It took Serris a second to realize that the metal was both thick enough and closely enough spaced that it was, effectively, bars.

  "I wonder what the rooms are like?" Lane said, leaning his
M4 against the wall and dumping his ruck on the marble floor.

  "Girl frou-frou," Staff Sergeant Gordon Keller their squad leader said, emerging from one of the rooms. "The one with hundred mile and hour tape on it is off-limits. I have a reliable report that it may have one or more IEDs in it. The girl who uses it is not part of the harem and currently 'out of town' with the rest of the group. There's a half dozen rooms that aren't occupied. Junior guys get those."

  "So where are the girls?" Lane said, grinning.

  "Lane, did you hear the first sergeant?" Keller asked. "If you so much as talk to any of them, you are going to have an Article Fifteen so fast it will make your head spin and you are going to be out of the Batt and up at Ft. Bragg picking trash with the rest of the trash. Is that clear enough for you?"

  "Clear, sergeant," Lane said with a grin. "But it also didn't answer the question."

  "That's it," Keller snapped. "You are official brass detail for the rest of the mission."

  "Fuck."

  "Just to keep you from getting too fucking curious, I've arranged a tour of the castle," Keller said. "Among other things, it will point out the secure areas and the no-go areas. Effectively, you're restricted to this area the main foyer, the dining area and the living rooms. There are three offices on the first floor and the kitchen in addition. You are restricted from all of those areas. You are also restricted from the basement areas and the upper floors. You're going to be shown some of that, but you are otherwise restricted from entering those areas."

  "When are we going to get the tour?" Serris asked.

  Keller turned at a quiet knock on the door and opened it to reveal a very pretty, and very young lady wearing a school uniform.

  "Staff Sergeant Gordon Keller?" the girl asked in good, if accented, English. "My name is Martya. I was instructed to give you and your soldiers a tour of the facility. I am at your disposal."

  "Hoowah," Lane said making damned sure it was a whisper.

  * * *

  "Are these quarters acceptable, captain?" Anastasia asked, waving at the room.

  The bedroom was about twice the size of the master bedroom of the house Guerrin had, until the divorce, shared with his wife. The floor was marble but covered in deep pile throw rugs that looked hand-made. The bed could best be described as "sumptuous", a king size four poster with those hanging things on the side. For that matter there was a desk and a small seating area and nice paintings, maybe originals Guerrin had no clue, covered the walls. There were two doors on one side and through the open one he could see enough that it was apparent there was an attached bathroom that was on the same order as the room.

  The one odd aspect was that the two windows of the room were rather small and deep, making it deeply shadowed. Then he had to kick himself. Duh. Castle.

  "The only problem with them is the vague feeling that I shouldn't be living like this when more than half my company's in barracks," Guerrin admitted. "And this is a guest room?"

  "This is one of the three Distinguished Person guest rooms," Anastasia said. "We occasionally have visits from distinguished individuals and the Kildar felt it wise to set up some rooms for their stay and left the details to me."

  "You do good work," Guerrin said. "You can decorate my house any time. If I could afford it."

  "If you know where to shop, and have a ready source of labor to do sewing, it is not so expensive," Anastasia said with a smile. "What kind of house do you have?"

  "Had," Guerrin said. "Lost it in the divorce. Pretty standard two story tract home. Liked it but not enough to stay. My wife liked a 3rd ID officer more than me."

  "I'm sorry," Anastasia replied.

  "Yeah, well, she got the cats, too," Guerrin said with a shrug. "So I looked at it as a fair trade."

  "Colonel Nielson asked that you join him in the tactical operations center as soon as you were settled," Anastasia said. "When you're ready just step out in the hall. I will have a guide waiting."

  * * *

  Guerrin followed the young lady to the lower level then into the main foyer. As they reached the area the front door opened and two females in flight suits, one short, one a bit above average female height, walked in the taller one chuckling about something.

  "Hello," Guerrin said, looking them over. Both were wearing those unfamiliar rank tabs and he made a mental note to find out what the rank structure of the organization was and how to read the tabs. "I take it I have you to thank for plucking me out of the trees. Captain J.P. Guerrin, United States Army."

  "Captain Kacey Bathlick," the shorter pilot said, walking over to shake his hand. "Glad to give you a ride, captain."

  "Captain Tamara Wilson," the taller added. "No problem. Any time."

  "The young lady was showing me the way to the TOC," Guerrin said. "I guess we can touch base later. I'd appreciate a bit more background on this place. Nothing confidential..."

  "We're new here, too," Captain Wilson replied. "But we were headed down to the TOC, too. We can show you the way."

  "Okay," Guerrin said, turning to his guide. The girl couldn't have been a day over seventeen and had some of the best knockers he'd ever seen in his life. "I go with them, yes?"

  "Okay," the girl replied, smiling and shrugging. "Go back to class."

  "Class?" Guerrin said as the two pilots continued across the foyer.

  "All the girls are taking classes," Captain Bathlick replied. "It may be a harem but apparently the Kildar would rather move them out with an education under their belt. Apparently he only took them in at first because nobody else would. It was that or dump them on the street to be whores. Concubines was a good second choice. Actually, the one girl we talked to saw it as a first choice if she'd had one. The Kildar's a big guy around these parts."

  "More than around these parts," Guerrin said.

  "You noticed?" Captain Wilson said, dryly. "We got recruited by some spec-ops unit that works in the Pentagon. Just came to our apartment in DC and told us to get on the a plane to Georgia, don't worry about visas, it's taken care of. And it was. You got flown over here like a FedEx package: guaranteed delivery by nine AM. They even diverted a C-130 on a relief mission for a part of this package. The guy has got clout."

  "How long have you been here, if I can ask?" Guerrin said as Captain Bathlick, the shorter one, opened an obviously heavy door. When it was open it was apparent that it was steel and about as thick as an armored hatch on a cruiser. Since it was covered in a thin wood facing - not veneer: very thinly sliced wood—the sturdiness wasn't apparent. Anybody trying to force the door was going to have to use some very advanced entry techniques. An oxyacetylene torch probably wouldn't even cut it.

  "Not long," Captain Wilson answered. "We got recruited, flew over, agreed to the job, flew the same day to the Czech Republic, trained in on the bird and then flew it back. We only got here, again, a couple of days ago. We're still trying to catch our breath."

  The door led to a narrow spiral staircase. Fighting down is always easier than fighting up but Guerrin would not have wanted to fight down these. At the base was a small landing, another heavily armored door, this one undisguised, then a t-intersection to a corridor lined with doors.

  "Welcome to the dungeons," Captain Bathlick said. "To the right is the TOC, commo room, signals intelligence and commander's combat office. To the left is the humint area. Prisoner holding and interrogation chambers on the lower levels."

  "Holy shit," Guerrin said. "This is a much bigger operation than I'd realized."

  "Yeah," Captain Bathlick said. "When we got here we saw these, well, peasants running around with guns and thought 'what the fuck, over?' Then we started dealing with them and, well, the Keldara are something. I've barely had any dealings with the Kildar, mind you, but he's pretty interesting, too."

  "Hmmm..." Guerrin said then grinned. "I'm coming up on my open resignation time. I wonder how you get a job around here?"