Muerte Resurrected

1. The Pentagon

Chapter 1

The Pentagon

Deep within the Pentagon, four high-ranking men sat at a conference table in a briefing room. They listened intently to a fifth man, Senior Agent Stephen Boyd of the Central Intelligence Agency. “That’s it, gentlemen. Many Americans will die if these terrorists get their hands on this device. The President has tasked us with finding these terrorists and neutralizing them and the device. We need a team capable of operating within the terrorist community and or the Russian mob if need be. They must be both diplomatic and intelligent but ruthless if necessary. They must not hesitate. Too many lives are at stake.”

General Callahan replied, “I know of a team that meets all of your requirements. If you meet with me in my office, I can fill you in.”

“If you would fill us in now, General, it would save time,” suggested Agent Boyd.

“I can’t. The operation and the people involved are still highly classified. Before I can speak with you about them, I will have to obtain permission.”

Boyd studied the broad face of General Callahan. At first, Boyd was upset that the general thought he had to get permission to talk to him. ‘Hell, I hold the highest clearances… the General isn’t showboating,’ Boyd thought. “Will half an hour be long enough?”

“Make it forty-five, and I’ll be ready.”

Forty-five minutes later, Stephen Boyd entered General Callahan’s office. The General sat behind a large desk covered with neatly stacked files. “Come on in and have a seat. Can I offer you something to drink?”

Taking a seat in front of the desk, Boyd shook his head and replied, “No, thanks.”

“I have permission to speak to you about an operation you may have read about in the papers.”

“The operation was in the papers, and you couldn’t speak to me without permission?”

“The papers only carried the outcome of the operation. Only a select few know what happened.”

Boyd sat back in his chair, “Let’s hear it.”

“To start with, about fifteen years ago, we discovered a young Marine in Force Recon who possessed unique talents. I selected him and several others with similar abilities to form an elite group I developed within MARSOC (Marine Forces Special Operations Command). Out of twenty men tested, six made the team. They were classified as MOS 2666, Speed-Killers. Their speed and agility were something to see. They became proficient at everything we threw at them. They have language skills, can fly several aircraft types, and are skilled with foreign and domestic weapons. But one of them, Rico Garcia, was the best of the best. His handle was Muerte.”

Boyd sat up and said, “I’ve heard that name. I was working in intelligence in Afghanistan. He often worked alone, if I remember correctly.”

“That’s him. Well, we received orders for a special operation. Garcia was to infiltrate the Mexican Cartel and destroy it from within. Garcia not only infiltrated the Cartel, he became the head of the Cartel. He and his team were responsible for hundreds of arrests in Mexico, Columbia, and the United States.”

“This Garcia, is he still operating?”

“No, Garcia and two of his team died in a plane crash. But, if necessary, Garcia and his team could be resurrected.