Girl Force

By Jonathan J. West

The era of the woman is here! Lock and load! The female of the species is deadlier than the male, the saying goes. Those words could not be true than with the elite, the secret black ops elite of America’s armed forces. A team, a unit, a squad of special forces operators made up of all women only. Whose mission it is to fight the enemies of freedom and democracy worldwide and on U.S homeland soil as well, with extreme prejudice with a mandate of infinite justice for all. Thus, these sisters in arms are skilled in all forms of battlefield combat and modern tactical warfare. Fighting on land, air, and water. Fighting the global forces of evil, terror, and extremism wherever they may be. As these soldiers can go to places that regular special forces of Seal Teams and Delta Force cannot. They are a secret army; they are the best of best of the best, they are Girl Force! And this is their story. A secret story...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Dec 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781483478005

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

This work is dearly dedicated to naval Aviator Lieutenant Kara Spears

Revlon Hultgreen 5th October 1965 – 25th October 1994.

Angels never fall, angels never fail,

they just sail up through the skies forever!

So, keep flying, Kara. Keep flying!

The biggest thank you Boss for making Girl Force happen.

A salute and super big shout out to Stephanie, Logan, and everyone else at Lulu.

You have seen a man’s destiny fulfilled

and dreams come true quite literally.

Rangers Lead the Way!

THE UNITED STATES ARMED FORCES OATH OF ENLISTMENT

I, (state name of enlistee), do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.

MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

Preface

A SECRET STORY!

G.I.R.L FORCE… Ground Infantry Reconnaissance Logistics Force. That was the official term for an above top secret and ultra-classified section of the United States Military. As downright dull on paper, this position or any association with it seemed like a career dead end to say the very least. A joke of a job. Glorified delivery drivers with guns at best. As with the reported job on the record consisting of paperwork, paperwork, and even more paperwork after that. Of overseeing the shipments and orders of anything and everything a military force might need from all weapons and munitions. To the never-ending list of construction and stationary supplies, machine parts and nuts and bolts of every size. Onto all types of clothing and boots of all fits, to laundry duty, food produce purchase in the metric super tones and a near infinity of medical supplies and instruments. Along with anything else the military might need. Thus, this was a position that seemed to be a big yawn with a capital Y! But anything but boring it was, therefore, hiding in plain sight, this division of the armed forces was special operations and then some. With warriors of warfare trained to be higher than the elite, to be the best of the best, of the best. Better than all else who serve. Faster, quicker, physically tougher and trained not to ignore pain instead but to make it their friend and use it to help win the day. And win the day and days they always would do, as they were the ultimate weapon in all realms of battlefield combat. They were the and are the most exceptional squad of fighters and soldiers America and the rest of world had ever seen. A secret team that would fight the forces of evil where they may be. Aggressively crushing all enemies of freedom and democracy wherever on Earth they were. Fighting those that would-be cowards and use the violence of terrorism and extremism to fulfill their vile hearts and conquests of evil. As skilled in the art of war, in all forms of military combat on land, sea and the air, they were. All battle-hardened tempered in the flames of post 9/11 steel and are thus always at action stations ready and to be instantly deployed into any combat hot zone in the world within a few hours they were. They are Girl Force, and this is their story. A secret story.

One

A RED CHINA DAWN!

IN AN UNKNOWN CITY… There were many and countless ways to describe this city. This ultra-modern city, but for now that was all on hold. As five hijacked trucks raced breaking all speed limits on nearby and nearly empty windswept clean freeway. A double leveled super freeway that stretched out longer than the world’s longest runway. As just past the early morning, it was with sunrise an hour over and the day about to get started with morning traffic and commerce. But all that was still to come within the next hour. For now, the chase and escape were on, as countless police cars, with a few more, were in pursuit. Fast-pursuit from all directions front and back. And in coming from left to right as well. With sirens running loud, very loud and their lights running hot red and cold blue, the Cops, the police had just radioed in for SWAT team support as well air support in the form of a helicopter. While all in all, high priced stolen cargo onboard the trucks there was. But somedays stealing can be justified as it was this time, especially when it is for high crimes against humanity, as it was here. As occupying a single truck each, with the song On the Road Again by Willie Nelson playing loudly and with precious cargo onboard. On the case and out to save the day and see the imprisoned free. The five members of Girl force were. Only now they were almost out of time as at the far end of the freeway filling up with countless more police cars heading towards them, making any escape seem genuinely impossible. Thus, with the game seeming up, it looked like the special forces team would be cornered with no way at all to escape.

One hour earlier.

The night, a sweltering summers night in June was almost up. With the three phases of twilight from Astronomical dawn onto nautical dawn and civil dawn. Almost ready for a slow light bleeding amber burning inset. With dawn’s introduction now nearly here. A red china dawn to be exact. As a modern city, a lit-up neon city filled up with signs of commercialism in the People’s Republic of China, that sat with tall buildings lit up galore, along with thoroughly modern residential housing and super up to date freeways stretching on for what nearly seemed forever. Thus, from a distance, this indeed was an impressive sight for anyone to see. With hundreds and hundreds more to thousands of glassed tinned windows acting like one big sea of mirrors from afar reflecting the mirror image of the city for all to see. While up close, up very close a skyline of business and Hotel buildings towered up and upwards sat. With one steel built skyscraper having a giant swimming pool on its roof. That had the bluest water any pool could have. That shimmered off all the reflections from the near morning sky above, including that of an Airbus flight that was six miles plus upwards in the high near morning heavens.

Hence just above thirty thousand feet and only ten minutes from landing a commercial jetliner sailed through a dying night sky. Thus, with twilight now in a state of arrival and sunrise just less than forty minutes away another day was about to start. As traveling on the flight that had departed from London. Flying for hours and a few hours more, going to China. A reporter who was an America male aged in his late twenties, who lived in New York City and mainly worked out of a suitcase and one travel bag. Was now still asleep in economy class seating, a window seat to be precise.

Sleeping for nearly half of the fifteen-hour flight on a catch-up with his sleep, wearing headphones attached to his iPod that was playing a very long playlist of music. And now twenty-two seconds into the song Hey Joe by the late guitar master legend Jimi Hendrix. That itself accidentally set the tone, matching the environment and incoming atmosphere to events. Like the man, the reporter called Cole; Cole Johnson was resting in a would-be slumberland. Sailing off as if he was sleeping on the very clouds that the plane was passing through and over. Not realizing that the story he had been pursuing and chasing down across the world to nearly half the points on the globe, was now just passing by his still sleeping position. As gliding, skydiving on an MFF aka Military Free Fall or better known as an H.A.L.O (High Altitude Low Opening) drop that would be an undeclared record breaker. Five operators, a team of elite special forces troops, were on a continued descent heading for their target of interest in the business district of the Chinese City. While back on the plane Cole himself was now starting to wake up, yawning and yawning just a few times more.

We land in fifteen minutes, Sir! Said a charming female Chinese flight attendant with a British posh sounding accent.

Thank-you. Responded Cole kindly with politeness only to double check that he had switched off his smartphone that now had lots of unread emails on it. Hello, China! He declared turning around in his seat speaking to himself.

In severe need of a shave, and in terrible need of a haircut. Now looking out of the window having just missed the commandos by a few minutes looking down onwards on the city below. Cole felt in his guts in his bones he just knew that he was on the right path. As he was a reporter and ace journalist on the hunt, following the lead of a story he was working on for months now. A story nobody wanted, a story that was so unbelievable, that had zero credibility so much, so it was not even on the internet. Dark web or another wise. A tale of heroes, secret heroes fighting for what was right across the globe. As in the city below on the job on the clock they now were. Having almost completed their H.A.L.O infiltration with instant ease, flying through a square arched design gab of fifty feet through the top of a super high skyscraper ready to deploy their parachutes. And thus, deploy them all they now did. Instantly slowing down their falling descent to a smooth sail glide, passing by many business building skyscrapers, which were all empty of its staff as all its offices still now were closed. While in one building a couple of night guards were asleep on the job quite literally. All snoozing as if to a lullaby, both of them were asleep as five parachutes with commandos still each attached now zoomed past their position. While from far away, from the other side of the world to be exact. All of the CCTV (Closed. Circuit. Television) cameras in the business district and not to mention any real-time satellites Chinese or otherwise were instantly hacked and set to auto erase all that they were viewing and recording.

A red China dawn was the view and ongoing painted beautiful sky. As back just above the unknown city’s skyline the special forces commando’s all now steered their parachutes towards another skyscraper’s roof, the roof that had a large swimming pool on it. Thus, the team of five now were set for a soft, easy landing. A splash landing!

Hence now making a quick splash down in succession all five of the commandos all now safely landed into the ice blue colored pool. As surrounded by millions of people in a city that was still mostly asleep, completely unnoticed they had all luckily been. As getting out of the pool that was next to a luxury penthouse that secretly served as a C.I.A safe house. The team five of operators now began detaching their parachutes, quickly removing the rest of their unneeded gear, hiding their equipment. Making a quick change now dressed up in work cover overalls about to meet up with a undercover C.I.A asset. All ready for the next step of their ultra-top-secret incursion into China, red China. As a party, not too far away was going strong even those it was now nearly dawn.

With a secret password that cost a one point one million U.S dollars along with a chipped and encoded card key to this invitation-only event. Along with I.D checks and biometric scans that passed the access needed to enter a top-level Swiss bank vault. Entrance to this elite party of parties passed the term high security. With Oscar night, itself is easier to sneak into. As with its patrons quoting a line from an old 90’s movie, a line said and spoke in reverse rather as it was supposed to be said. Access to this club called the Rollo Tomasi, named and called after a term and phrase from the 1997 movie L.A. Confidential. Was a billionaires’ paradise, as run by the international criminal organization called the Syndicate, or rather spelled out as the SINdicate. This group catered for anything and everything you could want whether legal or illegal. The only rules were what that of the Las Vegas kind, as what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Thus, whatever happens in their elite private clubs stayed in there.

Now with the party ongoing strong, it was the kind of party that had closed doors and locked blacked out windows, and all forms of cameras and recording devices were banned outright. With camera phone jammers running hot. White hot! This party and others like them across the world were for the global elite of business and other enterprises to let their hair down and get on down quite literally. Parties where the hidden rumors were of anything goes, where anything went, where things were Fifty Shades of saucy things meets Eye Wide Shut of very naughty things. To even the weird and warped sicko wickedness of satanic rites. Or rituals of the secret society skull and bones Illuminati kind. But it’s true what they say about rumors, that there is always some truth to them, but some truths are not always the truths that you think they are. As making their way up via private elevator to the closed party, Girl Force had met their contact an undercover spy, a C.I.A intelligence officer who had gotten the squad entry into a party that was being held at the very top of a hotel.

Mission Ops. We take out the tangos (Targets) ahead. Body count zero! Then it’s time to put on a floor show. Said the Squad Team Leader to the other four.

I did not sign up for this kind of work. Responded another as one other of the Squad now spoke back.

Me neither. They voiced in agreement, total one hundred and ten percent agreement.

I kind of like it. The Squad leader responded with girl power attitude.

I really like it! Then declared another member with extra enthusiasm.

You would. A different member now voiced.

You know it. She answered back as the Squad leader spoke onwards.

Hey, an op is an op, a mission is a mission. Plus, well this will be fun. Then we kill the lights and get the job done. She uttered. Do the deed.

Go, Girl Force! Said the others all together in team spirit!

Go, Girl Force! Responded the Squad leader.

As the elevator opened, Girl Force was instantly on mission point, taking out a few guards with stun dart guns, moving on to a changing room. That was of a Las Vegas luxury superstar diva design of tasteless decor. Inside five of the hottest looking women, women hotter, prettier than Beyoncé Knowles, Jennifer Lawrence, Lucy Li, Britney Spears and supermodel Gigi Hadid combined. Where now getting ready to put on their high priced and very high paid floor show. A floor shows that was not to be recorded in any way or on any device. A floor show of floor shows.

Show’s canceled ladies! Declared the Squad leader as