I always enjoyed writing, and while not very good at it, I always stuck with it. Anyway the last time I really did any free writing of my own was college, but last night I got pretty restless and started writing, so I popped this into word and just went from my next thought to the next and ended up with this...it is far from finished, in fact only part of the first chapter...but I was pretty tired and so i just want to see what others think before i continue...
any comments would be greatly appreciated...thanks
Echo Force
Undistinguished Honor
Prologue
In 1982 a force was created. A force so lethal it can accomplish a number of very hazardous, deadly, extremely difficult missions, with stunning accuracy. But they do not exist. There is no record of them, no documentation, no evidence whatsoever. They are the true black ops experts, real shadow warriors. They are the elite. They are Echo Force.
CMTF-E, the Critical Mission Task Force-Echo, is a concealed secret, an incredible strike force more or less commanded by the United States. They are the real iron fist of America, dipping its hands more than enough times into the dirty world of covert ops. Only a few select know of their existence, these people extremely high in the government or military. They are an extremely guarded secret, their cover considered more important then many of the nations agendas.
If you were to search the militaries records, diving into countless files and records you would not find a trace of them. Echo cannot be considered Special Forces because they are too elite to be placed in that category. Only highly trained, killing professionals make up CMTF. They are the supreme specialists in all aspects and areas of battle. They use extremely high-tech gear, and weapons, so advanced they are unlike any others. The men of Echo Force live in a different world, one in which their mind is different from the average person.
America is the strongest nation in the world. They are the deciding factor. This makes them a target, juicy target that many would like to sink their teeth into. America realized the need for a counter terrorist unit, thus the birth of the 1st SFOD-D or Delta Force. But, there was a need for a force to do the dirty work, to get rid of threats, no politics, no consequences. A force that could be called upon to assassinate other political leaders, a force that could be used against the American people, and a force that operated in such a way that no one would know what hit them, let alone being able to trace them back to the United States, because in many cases their missions are against treaties, laws, and the Constitution.
Formed in 1982 by a Delta commander, which has never been seen since, CMTF came into existence after the formation of Delta Force. True, Delta was formed for counter terrorism, but for a more deep reason that only a few knew. Delta Force was formed to create Echo.
The general public believes that Delta is the best "special forces" group America possesses. The truth is Delta Force is like training level compared to CMTF. All members are taken from Delta Force. They are already trained, familiar to black ops. and veterans to hazardous missions. They could be trained better if first in Delta so other outside government or non-government organizations could help in the process. It also helped in building the unit in the first place. When the unit first came into "existence" there was a lot of information needed.
Echo Force is made up of four squadrons. The C&C, command and control department handles all paper work and coordinates the squad?s movements and actions. The Intel squadron is made up of support people like Intel analysts, former CIA agents, satellite controllers, foreign language teachers, and a Viper Recon group. There is a flight wing, which consists of the best pilots, aircraft maintenance personnel, and aircraft to fly air support missions for Echo Force. And finally the missions operator department. There is one General in constant control backed by two colonels that command all of CMTF.
Their headquarters is somewhere in the Sahara desert, but Echo?s operatives are scattered throughout the world. This is were they operate by a three commander concept, with a system of checks and balances. The general has absolute control but he needs the approval of his two colonels who also command Echo. They operate in this way so they alone can use their authority to eliminate a threat without the consent of the government, including the president.
The men that make up Echo Force are simply the best at what they do. The operatives are beyond tough, and have seen things that many people could not handle. They are the strongest individuals in the world, mentally and physically, the smartest of their kind, able to think quickly on their feet, taught to constantly reassess and improve.
When they are inducted into Echo Force they have already been evaluated many times by psychologists that determine if they are ready. They are then put through a nine month training period were their tactics are refined, and are taught the tricks of the trade. There skills range from commandeering a Russian sub, to unlocking a door with a sliver of a beer can. If they pass the selection and training course there is no turning back. They are selected into CMTF and they are forever an Echo operative. Their families are told a false story of how they died in action or a training accident, and there is a funeral, with an empty casket. Then they disappear into the dark world of covert operations.
Echo Force carries the most advanced gear and weapons ever known to mankind. It ranges to an gun that shoots electromagnetic waves into the enemy that boils the blood and shuts down any type of electric nerve impulses, now in development, to a fiber optic suit that changes color with the wearers back round. The high tech weapons and training of Echo Force make them the single most powerful man on earth.
Over the years CMTF has been involved in almost every conflict since Desert Storm. Some conflicts are known by the public, others are not. They were there in Afghanistan and were ultimately the capturerers of Osama Bin Ladin. They were there in Operation Iraqi Freedom. There was no smoking gun found of chemical or biological weapons because Echo Force was in Iraq fighting Operation Desert Disarm. They raided bunkers, labs, and biological facilities and eliminated any threat to America before the attack begun.
In 1997 during the Super Bowl a plot was foiled that could have killed thousands of innocent lives. During the events leading up the big game Intel had intercepted phone calls, and with their own people had penetrated a terrorist sleeper cell working in the Untied States called New Light. During the game they planned to position themselves throughout the stadium and blow themselves up by the start of the game. An hour before kickoff Echo was called into action. They were briefed of the threat and then immediately drew put a plan of action. Thirty minutes before halftime thirty-two echo operatives were in the stadium. Dressed in civilian clothes they blended in perfectly with the fans and by the coin toss they had discreetly eliminated all threats. Echo Force pulled out a whole operation right in front of the eyes of millions without anybody discovering what could have happened. To this day many people do not know of this, it has been kept under wraps because of the failure by the pentagon to pick up on New Lights existence. It would ultimately be an embarrassment if it ever got out.
Throughout the years Echo have been involved in many conflicts and are still in existence today fighting for their country, maybe more for themselves. If Echo Force were ever discovered there would be hell to pay, not just by the United States, but also by the world, as people know it. They are the world?s silver shield, and sword, strong polished, and ready to attack.
Chapter 1
Waypoint IP Inbound
Murmansk, Russia
2100
The ghosts were huddled together on a slanted, flat rock, sticking out on a cliff. Below them stretched a sea of sand, palm trees, and brush. Off in the horizon was a sunset that they were all watching. For that short peaceful time, nothing mattered as they just sat there. They only existed. For some it would be the last peaceful moment they would ever experience.
-?Romeo 1-1 to King 1, come in, over,? radioed romeo leader.
Radio crackle broke the silence and brought the men back to earth, and reminded them that this postcard setting was still hostile territory.
The men looked at their leader awaiting a response. Their faces and eyes showed a look of twisted anxiety behind their iron masks. Most of them fingered their weapons nervously; others made last minute adjustments to their ghillie suits, while some fiddled with their gear.
They all knew each other like brothers. They had been everywhere in the world together. Performing HALO jumps in the Sahara Desert, scuba diving in Antarctica, to roping into the heart of a hostile city. They were always there for each other, whether it was fighting to protect his fallen comrade, to getting a call in the middle of the night to go pick up a guy at a local bar, who had gotten too drunk. Either bad or good, they all stuck together, and that was how it simply was. They had been everywhere, and seen and done everything. All were veterans in this game, and in this game they were playing for keeps.
-?King 1, over.?
-?Roger, Romeo 1 requesting authorization to proceed, over.?
-?King 1, Green Light, Green Light!?
-?Roger your last, Romeo 1-1 out?
The men showed a look of joy, and relief swept over them before it was replaced by adrenaline as they moved out into the brush. No one hesitated, or had any second thoughts. They had come this far, and they weren?t backing down. It was time to concentrate on the mission; plan, execute, extract. That?s how it was going to work. The dice had just got rolling.
The sun seared the sky a fiery orange, as the last beam of light pierced through the trees, and gave way to total darkness.
Oval Office
Washington D.C.
0400
Rays of light flowed through the air, over the rose garden and traveled its way through a window and reflecting off a dark cherry wood desk before ending its destination by shining into General William Hayes?s eyes. Hayes sat rigid and unmoving in his cloth-upholstered chair, trying to keep his eyes from blinking. Though he was not paying attention, his eyes stared straight at the back wall through the semi-circle of chairs arranged in front of him and others. He didn?t let his feeling of boredom show in his iron-like demeanor. He had been through many meetings like this before.
Each one he had hated, they simply were a ?dog and pony show?, and served no importance to any type of productive actions. But, the President insisted on these gatherings in his sealed office periodically. Hayes suspected it was to satisfy the President?s curiosity, but he didn?t dare voice his opinion to those around him. As Commanding Officer of the Critical Mission Task Force-Echo, he was only in attendance to inform the President and his staff of Echo?s current activities. While there was no purpose in doing so, he sat back in his chair and sucked it up. These types of Washington affairs always accompanied the duties of a high-ranking military officer. Hayes?s turn to talk was coming up next while one of his deputy intelligence officer?s had the floor, and fed the political bulldogs a pre-planned speech that they would like to hear.
Thoughts passed through his head left and right, not one staying long enough to be fully developed, as he sat almost heavenly comfortable in his chair. It felt too irregular after a while. As a Green Beret and then a Delta Operator he was used to sleeping on a bone-jarring helicopter ride, or staying holed up in a cramped outpost in the desert, often deliberately in extremely comfortable positions to stay awake. Comfortable was uncomfortable to him, his mattress back at the base was the firmest in the northern hemisphere.
?And, thus forth Echo splinter cells have been operating within Columbian and Iranian arms groups keeping an eye on the latest drug cartel, they have infiltrated the major groups and rather then shut them down, we are currently using them to our benefit,? spoke John Gooding, CMTF?s Chief Intelligence Officer. It was rumored that he knew more about US clandestine operations than the Director of the CIA, a conflict that appeared too often when Echo worked on a joint operation. ?And now gentlemen my CO, he can clear up any questions you have and will brief you on our future agenda.?
?Good because I?m going to need to ask a lot of questions.? With the Presidents words Gooding sat down awkwardly next to Hayes, a duckling fleeing to his mother for protection. While the intel officer was still left wondering if he had been insulted, or given a subtle threat, Hayes stood up confidently knowing better that the President?s comments were only thrown out partially because the President despised the way CMTF provided him little information, and partly too because his intelligence was not on par to the others in the room.
Hayes walked towards the center of the room; almost strolling he reached the center and turned around to face his audience. Literally he caught everyone?s eyes, his six foot two build was hard to ignore. The way he walked, talked, and acted seemed to scream General. William Hayes was a hard man not to like and trust. He was quick with a joke and always took his men seriously, favoring letting the soldiers on the ground make the decisions, not the people sitting two-thousand miles away in an underground basement, the unconventional way of leadership. When Hayes spoke there was a certain pride in his voice that seemed to grab you and pull you towards him, his deep, slightly raspy voice more than enough well suited to give strict commands that would not be second guessed, yet still show a hint of childhood boy in it.
He had used this voice many times throughout the Vietnam War, and still into the Gulf War in 1991. He had a naturally tactical logical mind that was able to block out emotion and do what was best in the situation. Graduating from West Point with only average grades, he quickly climbed the ranks because of his sharp military mind and professionalism that stayed with him from combat to the mundane tasks of life. He was a go to man, who could access the situation and know how to imply the necessary measures.
Hayes winked at Gooding and began. ?Well gentlemen, The Critical Mission Task Force has been more than earning their keep around the globe as my assistant has informed you. I remind you that these missions are exceptionally classified and my men have carried them out with the precision of a razor blade.? He paused for a second to see the reactions of each individual before continuing.
?I am sure that you have all been informed by the CIA that our most current mission that is scheduled to begin in some three and a half hours, deals with the recovery of a biological weapon that is right now called PB-45, or Plasma 45, by the classified CDC Black Hunter Team that has been working with us.?
?So what the hell is this exactly?? asked the President in a cynical tone of voice.
?Frank let the guy continue, I?m sure he was getting to that,? replied Secretary of Defense Howard Johnson in a slight whisper, one loud enough for the whole room to hear.
and thats were I went to bed...I have other thins like this just lying around...
any comments would be greatly appreciated...thanks
Echo Force
Undistinguished Honor
Prologue
In 1982 a force was created. A force so lethal it can accomplish a number of very hazardous, deadly, extremely difficult missions, with stunning accuracy. But they do not exist. There is no record of them, no documentation, no evidence whatsoever. They are the true black ops experts, real shadow warriors. They are the elite. They are Echo Force.
CMTF-E, the Critical Mission Task Force-Echo, is a concealed secret, an incredible strike force more or less commanded by the United States. They are the real iron fist of America, dipping its hands more than enough times into the dirty world of covert ops. Only a few select know of their existence, these people extremely high in the government or military. They are an extremely guarded secret, their cover considered more important then many of the nations agendas.
If you were to search the militaries records, diving into countless files and records you would not find a trace of them. Echo cannot be considered Special Forces because they are too elite to be placed in that category. Only highly trained, killing professionals make up CMTF. They are the supreme specialists in all aspects and areas of battle. They use extremely high-tech gear, and weapons, so advanced they are unlike any others. The men of Echo Force live in a different world, one in which their mind is different from the average person.
America is the strongest nation in the world. They are the deciding factor. This makes them a target, juicy target that many would like to sink their teeth into. America realized the need for a counter terrorist unit, thus the birth of the 1st SFOD-D or Delta Force. But, there was a need for a force to do the dirty work, to get rid of threats, no politics, no consequences. A force that could be called upon to assassinate other political leaders, a force that could be used against the American people, and a force that operated in such a way that no one would know what hit them, let alone being able to trace them back to the United States, because in many cases their missions are against treaties, laws, and the Constitution.
Formed in 1982 by a Delta commander, which has never been seen since, CMTF came into existence after the formation of Delta Force. True, Delta was formed for counter terrorism, but for a more deep reason that only a few knew. Delta Force was formed to create Echo.
The general public believes that Delta is the best "special forces" group America possesses. The truth is Delta Force is like training level compared to CMTF. All members are taken from Delta Force. They are already trained, familiar to black ops. and veterans to hazardous missions. They could be trained better if first in Delta so other outside government or non-government organizations could help in the process. It also helped in building the unit in the first place. When the unit first came into "existence" there was a lot of information needed.
Echo Force is made up of four squadrons. The C&C, command and control department handles all paper work and coordinates the squad?s movements and actions. The Intel squadron is made up of support people like Intel analysts, former CIA agents, satellite controllers, foreign language teachers, and a Viper Recon group. There is a flight wing, which consists of the best pilots, aircraft maintenance personnel, and aircraft to fly air support missions for Echo Force. And finally the missions operator department. There is one General in constant control backed by two colonels that command all of CMTF.
Their headquarters is somewhere in the Sahara desert, but Echo?s operatives are scattered throughout the world. This is were they operate by a three commander concept, with a system of checks and balances. The general has absolute control but he needs the approval of his two colonels who also command Echo. They operate in this way so they alone can use their authority to eliminate a threat without the consent of the government, including the president.
The men that make up Echo Force are simply the best at what they do. The operatives are beyond tough, and have seen things that many people could not handle. They are the strongest individuals in the world, mentally and physically, the smartest of their kind, able to think quickly on their feet, taught to constantly reassess and improve.
When they are inducted into Echo Force they have already been evaluated many times by psychologists that determine if they are ready. They are then put through a nine month training period were their tactics are refined, and are taught the tricks of the trade. There skills range from commandeering a Russian sub, to unlocking a door with a sliver of a beer can. If they pass the selection and training course there is no turning back. They are selected into CMTF and they are forever an Echo operative. Their families are told a false story of how they died in action or a training accident, and there is a funeral, with an empty casket. Then they disappear into the dark world of covert operations.
Echo Force carries the most advanced gear and weapons ever known to mankind. It ranges to an gun that shoots electromagnetic waves into the enemy that boils the blood and shuts down any type of electric nerve impulses, now in development, to a fiber optic suit that changes color with the wearers back round. The high tech weapons and training of Echo Force make them the single most powerful man on earth.
Over the years CMTF has been involved in almost every conflict since Desert Storm. Some conflicts are known by the public, others are not. They were there in Afghanistan and were ultimately the capturerers of Osama Bin Ladin. They were there in Operation Iraqi Freedom. There was no smoking gun found of chemical or biological weapons because Echo Force was in Iraq fighting Operation Desert Disarm. They raided bunkers, labs, and biological facilities and eliminated any threat to America before the attack begun.
In 1997 during the Super Bowl a plot was foiled that could have killed thousands of innocent lives. During the events leading up the big game Intel had intercepted phone calls, and with their own people had penetrated a terrorist sleeper cell working in the Untied States called New Light. During the game they planned to position themselves throughout the stadium and blow themselves up by the start of the game. An hour before kickoff Echo was called into action. They were briefed of the threat and then immediately drew put a plan of action. Thirty minutes before halftime thirty-two echo operatives were in the stadium. Dressed in civilian clothes they blended in perfectly with the fans and by the coin toss they had discreetly eliminated all threats. Echo Force pulled out a whole operation right in front of the eyes of millions without anybody discovering what could have happened. To this day many people do not know of this, it has been kept under wraps because of the failure by the pentagon to pick up on New Lights existence. It would ultimately be an embarrassment if it ever got out.
Throughout the years Echo have been involved in many conflicts and are still in existence today fighting for their country, maybe more for themselves. If Echo Force were ever discovered there would be hell to pay, not just by the United States, but also by the world, as people know it. They are the world?s silver shield, and sword, strong polished, and ready to attack.
Chapter 1
Waypoint IP Inbound
Murmansk, Russia
2100
The ghosts were huddled together on a slanted, flat rock, sticking out on a cliff. Below them stretched a sea of sand, palm trees, and brush. Off in the horizon was a sunset that they were all watching. For that short peaceful time, nothing mattered as they just sat there. They only existed. For some it would be the last peaceful moment they would ever experience.
-?Romeo 1-1 to King 1, come in, over,? radioed romeo leader.
Radio crackle broke the silence and brought the men back to earth, and reminded them that this postcard setting was still hostile territory.
The men looked at their leader awaiting a response. Their faces and eyes showed a look of twisted anxiety behind their iron masks. Most of them fingered their weapons nervously; others made last minute adjustments to their ghillie suits, while some fiddled with their gear.
They all knew each other like brothers. They had been everywhere in the world together. Performing HALO jumps in the Sahara Desert, scuba diving in Antarctica, to roping into the heart of a hostile city. They were always there for each other, whether it was fighting to protect his fallen comrade, to getting a call in the middle of the night to go pick up a guy at a local bar, who had gotten too drunk. Either bad or good, they all stuck together, and that was how it simply was. They had been everywhere, and seen and done everything. All were veterans in this game, and in this game they were playing for keeps.
-?King 1, over.?
-?Roger, Romeo 1 requesting authorization to proceed, over.?
-?King 1, Green Light, Green Light!?
-?Roger your last, Romeo 1-1 out?
The men showed a look of joy, and relief swept over them before it was replaced by adrenaline as they moved out into the brush. No one hesitated, or had any second thoughts. They had come this far, and they weren?t backing down. It was time to concentrate on the mission; plan, execute, extract. That?s how it was going to work. The dice had just got rolling.
The sun seared the sky a fiery orange, as the last beam of light pierced through the trees, and gave way to total darkness.
Oval Office
Washington D.C.
0400
Rays of light flowed through the air, over the rose garden and traveled its way through a window and reflecting off a dark cherry wood desk before ending its destination by shining into General William Hayes?s eyes. Hayes sat rigid and unmoving in his cloth-upholstered chair, trying to keep his eyes from blinking. Though he was not paying attention, his eyes stared straight at the back wall through the semi-circle of chairs arranged in front of him and others. He didn?t let his feeling of boredom show in his iron-like demeanor. He had been through many meetings like this before.
Each one he had hated, they simply were a ?dog and pony show?, and served no importance to any type of productive actions. But, the President insisted on these gatherings in his sealed office periodically. Hayes suspected it was to satisfy the President?s curiosity, but he didn?t dare voice his opinion to those around him. As Commanding Officer of the Critical Mission Task Force-Echo, he was only in attendance to inform the President and his staff of Echo?s current activities. While there was no purpose in doing so, he sat back in his chair and sucked it up. These types of Washington affairs always accompanied the duties of a high-ranking military officer. Hayes?s turn to talk was coming up next while one of his deputy intelligence officer?s had the floor, and fed the political bulldogs a pre-planned speech that they would like to hear.
Thoughts passed through his head left and right, not one staying long enough to be fully developed, as he sat almost heavenly comfortable in his chair. It felt too irregular after a while. As a Green Beret and then a Delta Operator he was used to sleeping on a bone-jarring helicopter ride, or staying holed up in a cramped outpost in the desert, often deliberately in extremely comfortable positions to stay awake. Comfortable was uncomfortable to him, his mattress back at the base was the firmest in the northern hemisphere.
?And, thus forth Echo splinter cells have been operating within Columbian and Iranian arms groups keeping an eye on the latest drug cartel, they have infiltrated the major groups and rather then shut them down, we are currently using them to our benefit,? spoke John Gooding, CMTF?s Chief Intelligence Officer. It was rumored that he knew more about US clandestine operations than the Director of the CIA, a conflict that appeared too often when Echo worked on a joint operation. ?And now gentlemen my CO, he can clear up any questions you have and will brief you on our future agenda.?
?Good because I?m going to need to ask a lot of questions.? With the Presidents words Gooding sat down awkwardly next to Hayes, a duckling fleeing to his mother for protection. While the intel officer was still left wondering if he had been insulted, or given a subtle threat, Hayes stood up confidently knowing better that the President?s comments were only thrown out partially because the President despised the way CMTF provided him little information, and partly too because his intelligence was not on par to the others in the room.
Hayes walked towards the center of the room; almost strolling he reached the center and turned around to face his audience. Literally he caught everyone?s eyes, his six foot two build was hard to ignore. The way he walked, talked, and acted seemed to scream General. William Hayes was a hard man not to like and trust. He was quick with a joke and always took his men seriously, favoring letting the soldiers on the ground make the decisions, not the people sitting two-thousand miles away in an underground basement, the unconventional way of leadership. When Hayes spoke there was a certain pride in his voice that seemed to grab you and pull you towards him, his deep, slightly raspy voice more than enough well suited to give strict commands that would not be second guessed, yet still show a hint of childhood boy in it.
He had used this voice many times throughout the Vietnam War, and still into the Gulf War in 1991. He had a naturally tactical logical mind that was able to block out emotion and do what was best in the situation. Graduating from West Point with only average grades, he quickly climbed the ranks because of his sharp military mind and professionalism that stayed with him from combat to the mundane tasks of life. He was a go to man, who could access the situation and know how to imply the necessary measures.
Hayes winked at Gooding and began. ?Well gentlemen, The Critical Mission Task Force has been more than earning their keep around the globe as my assistant has informed you. I remind you that these missions are exceptionally classified and my men have carried them out with the precision of a razor blade.? He paused for a second to see the reactions of each individual before continuing.
?I am sure that you have all been informed by the CIA that our most current mission that is scheduled to begin in some three and a half hours, deals with the recovery of a biological weapon that is right now called PB-45, or Plasma 45, by the classified CDC Black Hunter Team that has been working with us.?
?So what the hell is this exactly?? asked the President in a cynical tone of voice.
?Frank let the guy continue, I?m sure he was getting to that,? replied Secretary of Defense Howard Johnson in a slight whisper, one loud enough for the whole room to hear.
and thats were I went to bed...I have other thins like this just lying around...
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