Chapter four-
The assignment was a rescue mission. Two american vessels were being held captive off the tip of Cape Horn, Africa. The vessels in distress were a cargo ship known as the Holiday and her security vessel, known as the RMS Henrey Hudson. between the two ships, we were dealing with what appeared to be 48 cargo crew and 50 security officers in danger. The Security Crew had regained controll of the vessel, but not before the captain and bridge crew were taken hostage aboard a lifeboat with the captain of the Holiday and her bridge crew as well as half of the Pirates. They wanted James, Myself, and a few members of our teams to set up a sniper nest on the fantail of the USS Constanza, a Naval Destroyer, and take out the pirates before they had time to kill the pilots. “Why do you both have to go?” Angel sobbed and threw herself at us as we said our goodbyes. “Ange, we go because the people out there need us. We won’t be gone more than a few days honey, I promise.” She made me pinkie swear that we’d be back as soon as possible. “Angel, Alex, do you remember what I’ve told you about us SEALS?” they both nodded. “Good. My word is binding, as is James’s. Kay’?” They both nodded at that. The Twins were still hugging us goodbye as Mr. Secretary’s car pulled up for them. “Take good care of them for us while we’re gone. Bedtime is eight thirty for both of them, no caffeine after eight, and no caffeine before nine thirty in the morning, for everyone’s sake. They normally eat dinner at around six thirty or seven, and usually they like to hear things about the army as a bedtime story. Oh, and they both have seasonal allergies, and I’ve packed both of their rescue inhalers into their cosmetic bag. No movies that are rated above PG quite yet, if they can be avoided, please.” “Got it. I’ll take good care of them, Carmen. You and James just worry about your teammates and focus on the mission, hon.” “Will do.” then our car pulled up and we had no choice but to load in and leave. We were taken directly to a Helipad in the Oceana airbase, where the rest of our team was waiting for us.
An hour later, everybody had gathered up and been debreifed. Then we loaded up into one of the brggest and baddest Black Hawks around. It was built to seat twenty four passangers, which would be absolutley ideal for this mission. One of our teams traditions was that we always help both the person in front of us and the person behind us to enter the copter. Last person in shut the reinforced doors. Once this was complete, we began our long flight to the tip of Cape Horn. When we got to hovering over the Constanza, all was chaos and fury. The Security vessel was planning on firing all guns on the lifeboat to kill the pirates, but our Destroyer was in the line of fire. “All right boys. looks like there’s been a change in the order of priorities around here. Priority numero uno is to convince the Security vessel to hold its fire. Priority numero Dos is to rescue the hostages and kill the pirates.” We all gave a dark laugh at my typical half-assed humor. Then we got out of the Helicopter and set to work. That wasn’t nearly as easy as it sounds, seeing as we had to swim a mile in shark infested waters in the pitch dark and freezing cold of night with our fifty caliber machine guns, which weighed in at around twenty six pounds each. We all made it safely to the Constanza and set up on the Fantail. Then we ranged in our scopes and prepared for the wait. We had five targets in the life vessel. It took twenty six hours for all five pirates to be spotted. they all had to be shot simaltaneously, or they could kill some of their captives. We all squeezed the trigger, and all five bullets hit their mark. Mission accomplished. Now we could go home. The training classes weren’t going to start untill the week after next. We just needed to get home and get a lot of sleep. We loaded up, James and I sitting next to eachother as we always did, and all promptly fell asleep. I woke up when we were halfway home to find that all had gone to hell.
