The Storm

out ten yards apart to my left and right and hold their positions. 'We will slowly advance on my signal.' I commanded. As we moved slowly forward the lights grew brighter and brighter, 'till I motioned the men to stop and take their positions. We had stopped at an elevation that looked down into the compound and observed a tremendous amount of movement. Obviously, our intel was correct. A large party event was takin' place and civilian vehicles were everywhere, along with standard military transportation equipment and armored vehicles." "The party was here, but what about our principal target? I hoped that our insertion wasn’t in vain. I looked at Gunny and told him to set up his weapon for the shot. I told Reese to be the spotter for Gunny, and both men to retrieve their gear for the kill. Reese pulled out his high-power spotting scope to call out range, elevation, and windage, to compensate for any cross wind that could deflect a bullet, even at a mere 150 yards. This was a no- brainer shot for Gunny’s skills. Gunny then would adjust his scope in accordance to the numbers Reese called out. At that range, Gunny would not have needed a spotter. But to be safe, Reese was ready to verify the kill." "As they were getting set up, I took out my scope to scan the area at the most powerful setting (sixty power) and adjusted the focus. I could clearly see the faces that were now illuminated by the bright party lights. 'Looks like they're havin' a good time,' I thought, 'and we're here to spoil the party.' There was no sight of the principal target. 'Anything, Reese?' 'No Sir,' he replied. 'Anything, Gunny?' 'No Cap.' 'Keep scannin',' I replied."

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