The Operator Blueprint

By Derwin Bradley

After an epic, two continents, two-country, multi-city battle with Adam Clark’s ruthless CTAC assassins, Sergeant Hammer’s rogue Special Forces operators, the storied Red Army Faction, homicidal Latin Kings, and brutally corrupt prison officials belonging to the violent Brotherhood of the Iron Hammer, Dexter, and his S.W.O.R.D. operatives have emerged victorious. However, Dexter’s suspicions about the level of funds and technology available to the team are confirmed when Harold Ashford orders him to have S.W.O.R.D. sever all ties with the Urban Justice Research Institute and prepare for a new mission with their true employer.
In Langley, Virginia, CIA Associate Deputy Director of Operations Marc Lubet, who is also secretly a member of CTAC, knows that Dexter’s team raided CTAC headquarters in Dallas and possibly knows that his name is in the files that they downloaded. With his eyes set on becoming the Director of the CIA, he devises a plan to free Sergeant Hammer and his rogue Special Forces operators from military custody to use them to eliminate Dexter and his team and recover the files they stole.

To make things even more complicated, Colonel Diamond is about to disrupt Dexter’s life by preparing extreme measures that are meant to transform him into what he needs to be to complete his new, mysterious mission. Dexter is forced to delve deep into the darkest areas of his psyche and instincts as the Colonel sends him on a perilous operation in the most dangerous place in the world, and mercilessly forces him to face his greatest fear.
Dexter’s powerful employer emerges from the shadows and tasks him to attempt one of the greatest top-secret missions in modern history, which if successful, will have a lasting global impact. But first, he will have to survive the deadly trials set by his father, and the multiple unsanctioned assassination attempts by Marc Lubet’s unrelenting contract mercenaries.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781665553674

Derwin Bradley

Derwin Bradley is a highly decorated retired Master Police Officer and US Army Veteran with more than 30 years of experience in Military and Civilian Law Enforcement and Security operations. Derwin served on a Military Police Special Response Team and was assigned to the US European Command’s Protective Service Detachment where he was an Assistant Team Leader, Unit Training NCO, and Unarmed Self-Defense Instructor. Derwin also served in US Army National Guard as a Reconnaissance Scout. He has conducted military, dignitary protection, and security operations on five continents. Derwin has trained SWAT Teams, US Army and British Special Forces personnel, government agents, bodyguards, and police officers in, Counterterrorist Tactics, Dignitary Protection, Defensive Tactics, Active Shooter Response, Building Search, and Close Quarters Battle tactics. Derwin has written manuals on Self-Defense and Police Procedures and is an award-winning author. He currently lives in Florida.

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KJV - King James Version

Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1 In Destiny’s Wake

Chapter 2 Realm Of The Deadly Part- I: The Judas Kiss

Chapter 3 Stepping Into The Twilight World

Chapter 4 Shattered Dreams: A House Divided

Chapter 5 Altered States Part I: Who Are You?

Chapter 6 Altered States Part II: Bad Boy Boogie

Chapter 7 Rebirth: Enter The Ninja

Chapter 8 Altered States Part III: Jungle Boogie

Chapter 9 Altered States Part IV: The Reaper Cometh

Chapter 10 Wanna Be Startin’ Something

Chapter 11 Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

Chapter 12 Back In Black (W/Big Balls)

Chapter 13 New Beginnings: A Change Is Gonna Come -Part 1

Chapter 14 New Beginnings: A Change Is Gonna Come -Part II, The Grand Tour

Chapter 15 Trespass Warning: If You Want Blood

Chapter 16 Realm Of The Deady II: Master Of The Game

Chapter 17 The Call Of Duty: Here Am I. Send Me!

Chapter 18 Distant Lands: We Didn’t Start The Fire!

Chapter 19 For Those About To Rock, We Salute You – Part I

Chapter 20 Enter The Black Knight

Chapter 21 Storm Watch-Part I: Satin’s Minions Cometh

Chapter 22 Stormwatch-Part II: Thunderstruck

Chapter 23 Baited: Hook, Line, And Sinker

Chapter 24 There’s A New Sheriff In Town

Chapter 25 Pardon The Interruption

Chapter 26 The Empire Strikes Back

Chapter 27 Rage Of Angels

Chapter 28 F*** With The Bull, You Gets The Horns

Chapter 29 The End Of The Beginning

Epilogue

"So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the Sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of the oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter."

ECCLESIASTES- 4:1 KJV

PROLOGUE

1330 HOURS, THURSDAY, EARLY FEBRUARY, 3rd AVENUE, AND EAST 47TH STREET, MID-TOWN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

T he group of former Intelligence operatives, government agents, and military commandos sat quietly as they waited for their colleague to arrive. They were all from different countries, backgrounds, and cultures, and they had all been secretly recruited for this mysterious mission. This mission was so secret, that only their employer knew the full details, and he would not tell them those details until their future leader was contacted and brought into the fold. This select group only knew their respective roles in setting up a global network of clandestine operatives, but they all knew that it was going to be something unprecedented. Everyone was excited and intrigued, as it seemed that they would finally put all their good government training to use for something other than a national political agenda. At least, that’s what their new employer told them.

The courier, a seasoned Intelligence operative arrived on time and waited patiently while the group’s security team scanned her for listening devices. After that, one of the men, a thirty-five-year-old lean-muscled Latino former Force Recon Marine, physically patted her down and playfully squeezed her athletic legs. The Marine winked at the female operative, who in turn punched him in the arm before she went into the group’s secure conference room.

Christine Anagnos, the group leader, spoke first, Good afternoon Ericka. How was your trip overseas? She ran her left hand through her short blond hair as she spoke.

It was good. I made some good contacts and recruited more talent. We are in a really good position to begin the operation. Ummm, you must have some important news to call me here today, Ericka said. She sat forward in her seat at the end of the table. This was the day she had been waiting for.

Yes. It is time for us to make contact with them. Ericka I must caution you not to attempt direct contact on your own. This group is well-trained and extremely dangerous. More importantly, they do not know you, or that they are a part of this organization yet.

Ericka frowned. I know. I can handle it. I’ve dealt with groups like this before, you know.

One of the other operatives leaned forward and smiled. Maybe. But still, be careful. They may not trust or believe you and that could get you killed. You’ve seen some of their work. They are extremely efficient. He slid a business card across the smooth glass table toward her. Contact this person and they will arrange a meeting. Do not break protocol. This is important! None of your James Bond crap on this one Ericka! he said with a smile.

She winked at him. Okay already! Do I tell them what little I know about the mission?

Christine slid the laptop across the table. No. We need you to deliver this package to the leader, then facilitate his visit here. The boss is ready and very anxious to meet with him one on one. When you arrive with him, we will have active counter-surveillance teams tracking you at all times. He and his people will probably spot them so please tell him about them immediately. We don’t want our people hurt. Good luck Ericka and be careful. Christine stood up and hugged her.

Ericka took the slender briefcase and put it in her backpack. Her heart was pounding as she instinctively touched the butt of the HK VP9 on her right hip before she turned and quickly left the room.

Christine and the others waited until the door closed before continuing their discussion.

Ericka left the office; turned left and walked to the end of the hallway to the stairwell. She went down two floors. She took the elevator down to the second floor and went to the nearest stairwell. She waited at the door for several minutes to see if she was being followed. She went back to the elevator and rode down to the lobby. She purposely dropped her keys as she neared the exit to the street. Her eyes quickly scanned the room for signs of a surveillance team. Satisfied that she was not being followed, at least not inside the building, she stepped out into the chilly 42° weather and headed toward the parking garage two blocks away, where her BMW was parked.

SATURDAY MORNING-SPANISH CAY, ABACO ISLANDS, BAHAMAS

Walking off their five-mile run, Dexter was still deep in thought when somewhere back in the real world he heard a muffled cellular phone ringing. He turned slowly, almost trance-like as Jerry reached into the backpack that he was carrying, into the smaller pocket that separated the cell phones from the MP5K, a Sig pistol, and other assorted gear, and retrieved the phone.

Jerry tossed it toward Dexter. Heads up boss.

Dexter caught it and pressed the answer button. He smiled and nodded at Eric and Jerry. Dexter. The smile quickly disappeared as he listened. Dexter unconsciously nodded as he spoke. We’ll be there, sir. He looked down and shook his head as he disconnected the call. He looked out at the horizon and spotted a large Yacht that he had not noticed before. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and parked right in front of them several hundred yards off the shore. Eyes up men, he said as he pointed.

Jerry immediately took out a pair of binoculars to get a closer look. Now where the hell did that come from?

Eric was already on his phone calling Cleo, who was at one of the beach houses.

What’s up Gunny? Cleo asked. He started walking toward the back door.

Unidentified bogey about 1000 feet offshore. Get eyes on ASAP! Stay on the line and advise when you’re in position.

Roger that! Cleo tapped Nick, who was sitting on the sofa watching television, on the shoulder as he moved quickly but calmly to his room. He got his Barrett .50 Sniper Rifle out while Nick automatically set up a spotter’s scope. He joined Nick at the table on his balcony. I have a visual, Cleo said into the phone as he acquired the target. Several people were standing on the deck of the boat facing the shore. He began scanning the faces of the people when one of them dove into the water. Got one in the water! Possibly female! He gave the phone to Nick.

We see her! Eric answered.

Cleo continued scanning the remaining people on the Yacht until he found a familiar face. I’ll be damned, he mumbled. He relayed the information to Nick, who informed Eric.

Dexter was still holding the phone when it rang again. Yes, Harold?

See the Yacht?

Yes.

I’m on it. I know there’s at least one high-powered Sniper Rifle pointed at me right now. Tell Cleo not to shoot me in the face. I have a messenger approaching you now.

Dexter turned to Eric and motioned for him to have Cleo stand down. Yes, I know. We saw her. What’s up?

"The young lady in the water is delivering a package to you. Its eyes-only Dexter. You can only view it plugged directly into THOTH’s network. Your life, all of your lives are about to be upended."

If you say so, Harold. Can you tell me anything? He took a few steps away from Eric and Jerry.

Your team, the Institute Special Operations Team has been officially reassigned. The Institute will continue with its mission but without your people. That’s all I can tell you. The rest is in the package.

You’re disbanding the team? So, we’re all out of a job now? Do I need to go and tell my people that they need to go find new employment?

No. It will all be explained in short order. I suggest that you don’t tell them anything yet. Review the information being sent to you first, then you will know what to tell them. Do you recall the Board meeting in D.C. a while back? Those things have been set in motion.

Yes, I do. And so, they have, Dexter answered quietly as he looked at the ground.

"Dexter, Ericka is your liaison with your new counterparts. She is their lead field Operative and is well-qualified to work with your team. Now she’s wide open so brace yourself! Don’t get caught staring, Monique might be watching! Talk to you soon." Harold was laughing as he hung up.

Dexter turned toward Jerry and Eric and motioned toward the water. Incoming.

They moved closer to the water and waited. Inside the house, Cleo and Nick trained their scopes on the swimmer and began tracking her. A few minutes later, the swimmer reached shallow water and began walking toward them. In what seemed like a scene from a movie, her body slowly emerged from the water. The water smoothly ran down her long, elegant neck, and down to her plump breasts, which were barely covered by a tiny white bikini top. Then the pecan-tan, perfect six-pack abs presented themselves to the now transfixed warriors.

Dexter turned and looked back toward the house. He wondered if Monique could see this far.

Don’t worry boss. Monique can’t see us this far down, Eric said smiling.

Dexter turned back around to find that the swimmer was completely out of the water and moving directly toward him. The White French-cut bikini bottom that she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. Good Lord, he whispered.

God bless the Bahamas! Jerry said out loud as the six-foot-tall mocha beauty approached them. Suddenly it seemed like it was 100 degrees outside instead of seventy-eight degrees.

Amen to that brother! I’m going to guess that she’s a triathlete with a body like that! Damn! Eric added. He didn’t care if she heard him. He wanted her to hear him.

The swimmer stopped directly in front of Dexter and put out her hand. Hi, Dexter. I’m Ericka.

Dexter shook her hand. It was only then that he noticed that she was wearing a backpack. He focused on her eyes as he tried hard not to notice that her nipples were showing through her bikini top. Nice to meet you, Ericka. This is Jerry and Eric, as I’m sure you already know.

She smiled at them and winked. "Of course, I know who you all are. Your team’s exploits are already legendary amongst our people. Besides, Harold briefed me on the famous S.W.O.R.D. Team. Dexter, you and I will be spending a lot of time together from now on and I am looking forward to working with you. She slipped the backpack off and handed it to him. Inside that waterproof bag is a laptop with your mission brief on it. Only you can access it with a biometric scan of your face and fingerprints. If anyone tries to access it any other way, it will self-destruct. I’m sure Harold told you it’s eyes only, so no sharing with anyone for now."

Dexter took the backpack and slung it over his left shoulder. Anything else?

She looked him over, then Eric and Jerry. Yum! I’m going to enjoy this assignment! Ciao’ boys! She turned and trotted into the water, revealing the fact that she was wearing a thong bikini.

Will you look at that ass? Jerry exclaimed. He put his hands on his hips.

Man, that don’t make no sense! And they wonder why we always get in trouble! Eric added.

Dexter shook his head and dialed Ashford’s number.

Ashford answered on the first ring. Too fine for words, right? Ericka is from Cape Verde, Africa. She’s West African and German mixed. She’s a Princeton Graduate, speaks several languages fluently, and is also a world-class triathlete. The rest you will find out later.

Dexter shook his head. All this was a little James Bond-ish, don’t you think?

Just having some fun Dexter. See you back in Washington. Ashford said through a chuckle.

Dexter shook his head again as he disconnected and handed Jerry the phone. Let’s go eat. Dexter began walking toward the main house.

What the hell was that all about? What did she just give you? Eric asked.

All I can say is that in this bag is our new assignment. The Institute and the team as we know it has been reorganized. Don’t tell the others yet. The first call was from the Pentagon. It was good news. I’ll tell you when we get inside. He broke into a light jog up the beach toward the mansion.

Dexter made the announcement over breakfast. General Carlisle called this morning. The Pentagon wants to see a live demo of some of our technology. I would like for you all to do the demo if you don’t mind. This isn’t an Institute gig so you will be compensated for your time, of course.

How much are we going to reveal to them? Dawn asked.

We will demo the Solid Structure Scanning System, and the Automated Targeting System, and the Automated Tactical Response System. There will be some representatives from the Secret Service and the State Department Diplomatic Security Service there also.

Where is this demo taking place? Nick asked.

They are coming to the RDT complex in Maryland. We’ll run it for them there.

Monique leaned over closer to him. Can I go, Sergeant Diamond? I would love to see more of your operation. She had a naughty smile on her face.

That’s a good idea, Dexter. I think she should come with us. She’s partially proven herself in combat. Maybe she’ll even let us train her. Simone said with a wink and a smile.

And so she has, he thought to himself. Well, that’s not a bad idea. Are you sure about this Monique? We here are all committed to the team and its missions. Either you’re all in or you’re all out. We operate in the world of shadows and danger, and it is not for the faint of heart.

Yeah. We come out of the shadows and light their asses up! That’s why they fear us! Jerome said as he high-fived Al. The table erupted in laughter and more high-fives.

Monique nudged him. I am sure Dexter. I just want to come and observe.

Dexter smiled. Okay then. Everyone enjoy the rest of the stay here. I will make all of the arrangements.

GROOM LAKE, NEVADA, TOP-SECRET JOINT ARMED FORCES MILITARY INSTALLATION

The unmarked 737 landed unceremoniously on the airfield of a secret military installation nestled deep inside the Nellis Bombing Range Test Site. The passengers were marched off the plane in black hoods, handcuffs, and shackles to a waiting group of heavily armed soldiers.

Captain Samantha Green shook her head as she watched Hammer and his would-be assassins’ hoods were removed. She walked closer to the group. Well look at what the damned cat dragged in! Damn Hammer if you ain’t the biggest fuck-up I’ve ever had the displeasure of serving with! All you had to do was move a simple shipment of gold stateside and take your dumbass back to Germany! What the fuck were you doing trying to run an illegal side operation that involved killing American soldiers?

Hammer bristled. There was no way he was going to let this little, short bitch talk down to him in front of the other men. Fuck you bitch! I ain’t got to answer to you!

In a flash, Sam Green drew her pistol and fired a 9mm round into the ground next to Hammer’s right foot, causing all of the prisoners to jump. "Open your fucking mouth again Klan-boy and I’ll scatter your brains all over the tarmac! You see, Hammer, and you too McNair you poor excuse for an officer; you limp-dicks nearly gave the entire US Special Forces community a black eye with your racist vendetta bullshit! That guy you crossed swords with back in DC I hear is the best special ops guy you never heard of. All of you fuckers would be dead right now if he hadn’t considered the Special Forces reputation and worked with General Carlisle to bring you in alive.

Now, for the time being, you all belong to me. You are going to tell me everything I want to know about the KKK within my United States Army and any other branch of the armed forces. Once you tell me what I need to know, the Pentagon will decide where to disappear you pricks to. But make no mistake about it gentlemen; you are deep into the Blackest of the Black worlds of the US Armed Forces. No one knows where you are, and we can easily have you all listed as being killed in training missions in some godforsaken, no-named hell hole. So, let’s be clear. I can do whatever I want to you out here on this base that does not exist. If you do not cooperate, I will have you killed. I want names and units of any other Klan puke that’s polluting up my beloved Army.

I see the look in your eyes, Hammer. Fuck with me and you’ll be the first to die a slow, painful, death! In your rooms, you will find a computer that is linked to the one in my office. You will have one hour to send me what I need. Whoever hasn’t sent me a detailed report within the hour that I give you will be executed; after a long, brutal, torture session. Once it is verified, you will be turned back over to the Pentagon. I know that you Special Forces pukes are tough and all that, but don’t test me. Just give me what I need and get it over with. I personally don’t give a fuck if you cooperate or not! I’d just as soon kill you than look at you! She turned to the Lieutenant that was in charge of the security detail. Take them to the secure quarters and turn them loose. If any one of them gives you any trouble, kill them all!" She spun and walked away.

BAHAMAS

Monique’s long, athletic legs wrapped tighter around Dexter’s waist as she felt the inevitable wave rising from deep inside her. All earthly thoughts left her pleasure-embroiled mind. She didn’t even feel the hot water from the shower flowing over her body, or the cool shower wall against her back. All she could feel, all she wanted to feel, was her husband inside of her, moving her hips ever-so-smoothly up and down with his hands. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she sank deeper into ecstasy. "Damn baby," she whispered in a deep, sultry voice.

Dexter knew it was time. He began sucking on her nipples gently, sending her into wild convulsions as she came. He nearly slipped in the shower because she was bucking so wildly. Smiling slightly, Dexter held onto her until she returned from her journey and then set her down gently.

What about you? she asked she looked at him with sex-glazed eyes.

Oh, we’re not done yet. He took the soap and gave her a gentle washing. He dried her off and carried her to the bed where he kissed her gently as he entered her again.

One hour later, a ringing phone awakened Dexter from his sex-induced sleep. He looked over at Monique as he retrieved his cellular phone from the nightstand. She was out cold and stretched out naked across the bed, something she could never do at home. This is Dexter, he whispered as he walked into the bathroom so as not to disturb his queen.

THOTH’s human-like male voice came through the phone. This is a Sit-rep, Director Diamond. I have tracked Sergeant Hammer, Captain McNair, Sergeant Ayers, and the other subjects from the Washington, DC incident to the Nellis Bombing Range Test Site in Nevada. It is rumored to be the location of a top-secret military installation called Groom Lake. What are your orders?

Dexter smiled. So General Carlisle didn’t follow through on his promise. So what? Hadn’t he done the same with Sean and Walker and spared their lives when they should have been killed on the spot? "Good job THOTH. Continue to monitor and track their movements. If any of them leave that base, I want to know about it immediately."

Roger that Director. Will there be anything else sir?

Damn that computer is getting human-like in its responses, Dexter thought. "No THOTH. Out here." Dexter chuckled as he hung up. So, Carlisle wants to play? So be it. He put it out of his mind and went back into the bedroom. He stared at Monique’s perfect body. He went back into the bathroom and showered. Then, eyes afire, he moved toward Monique like a prowling Lion and slowly moved astride her on his hands and knees. He stared at her briefly, taken aback at how naturally beautiful she was.

Monique moaned softly as Dexter gently placed his lips on her neck. Her back arched slightly as her head sank into the bed. Dexter put his left leg between her legs and leaned forward so that his steel-banded quads put pressure over her entire sweet mound. She arched even more now as she reached up and dug her fingernails into his triceps. He leaned more into her and continued sucking her neck as she writhed in complete ecstasy underneath him. Dexter smiled. He knew that it wouldn’t take long for another orgasm to hit her, and she would be passed out on the bed again.

CHAPTER ONE

IN DESTINY’S WAKE

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1012 HOURS, RDT INTERNATIONAL FACILITY, MARYLAND

T he demonstration of the RDT-enhanced weapons systems and Dexter’s inventions had gone flawlessly. General Carlisle signed the procurement documents on the spot, as did the CIA’s representative, Associate Deputy Director of Operations, Marc Lubet. The representatives from Secret Service and the other federal agencies present also followed suit.

General Carlisle spoke first. Well, Chuck I am looking forward to some more of your rather impressive technology and their military applications. I might even have you look at some of the things that we are currently working on over at DARPA if you are interested.

We are General Carlisle. There are many more exciting projects that our R&D personnel are currently developing and enhancing. Some are for other companies; some are our inventions. We intend to take defense technology to a whole new level.

That’s outstanding, Chuck. Well, I have a meeting to attend back at the Pentagon. Marc, are you planning on attending? General Carlisle stood up.

I’m right behind you General. He gave Carlisle a look.

Umm, Dexter. Do you mind walking out with me? General Carlisle didn’t wait for an answer as he continued walking slowly.

Dexter looked at Chuck Robinson, who nodded his approval. After all, this was Mr. Robinson’s domain, and he was merely a consultant here. At least that is what all of the legal documents said. Although he was the consultant whose designs and skills made this deal possible, he still remembered his upbringing and military training. The senior person always gets first preference. That was the order of things and that was that. Besides, it never hurt to show some humility and respect. Not at all General.

The three men walked in silence to the General’s SUV where they were met by his bodyguards. He motioned for them to wait outside while he, Dexter, and Marc Lubet climbed in.

Listen, Dexter, I may require your expertise from time to time in various operations here and abroad. You’ve got one of the best teams I’ve ever seen. I would love to be able to put you on retainer.

Dexter smiled slightly. That sounds interesting sir. But what makes us so successful is that we don’t have anyone pulling our strings. We receive the missions and then we do the planning and execution. I don’t allow any outside interference whatsoever.

The General looked at his CIA counterpart. That would be acceptable. Don’t worry. These operations would be right up your alley.

Which is a considerably wide and deadly alley from what I’ve seen and heard, Dexter. Marc Lubet quipped.

Dexter turned to Lubet, who was sitting in the right-front seat of the SUV. So, Marc, you’re in charge of the CIA’s Special Activities Division’s paramilitary teams, right? I’m talking about some of those, off-the-books, invisible teams with former Delta, SEALS, Force Recon Marines, and the like?

Well, yes they fall under my command, Dexter. They come from the same elite units as your team.

Touché, Marc, Dexter said with a smile. Now we’re getting into it, he thought. Hey, I know a Mark Lubac over at the Justice Department. I believe he’s a Federal Judge now. You ever get mistaken for him?

Hell yes! All the freakin’ time but I’m like two feet taller and a hell of a lot better looking! Anyway, as I said, yes I have teams at my disposal. But I don’t know of any team that has done what your team has done. Multiple hostage rescue operations on two continents in one day with no friendly casualties. You’re either damned good or damned lucky! At any rate, that’s the kind of talent the Agency likes to have available to assist with sensitive missions. As the General said, it would benefit us all if you did some work for us from time to time.

Maybe Marc. As long as it’s a hostage rescue. That’s our forte’, Dexter said in a naked lie.

Lubet dropped his smile. Bullshit Dexter! Do the names NAF, Latin Kings, or CTAC mean anything to you?

Well, you know my team had a run-in with the NAF in DC. And yes, I killed one Latin King last year in South Carolina, and they tried to assassinate me in Crystal City and we killed four of them. But as for CTAC, we have files on them, but I never had dealings with them. Dexter said in a thinly veiled lie.

It just so happens that all of the NAF leadership was recently wiped out, several key Latin Kings along with their attorney were killed in New York, and an entire group of CTAC operatives has turned up missing and presumed dead. I only mention them because they were suspects in the ambush murder of your intelligence operatives last year. So, try to remember who you’re talking to because I know that your people are fully capable of pulling off clean hits like the ones I’m talking about.

"So, what are you saying Marc? Are you saying that you think that my team took out those Latin Kings, the NAF, and the CTAC people?" Dexter stared at him.

Marc let a smile come through. "Fuck no! I’m saying that I know that you did it! I just can’t prove it and I don’t care to. But someone did infiltrate the CTAC offices in Dallas and stole data from their files. All I want to know is what you plan on doing with the information you stole?"

General Carlisle intervened. Dexter I’ll be blunt. Both Marc and I are both in those files and you know it. You have to understand that I would never have made General without CTAC support, and Marc would not be where he is without that same support. We are not racists Dexter. It’s all a game of politics and connections. You know that. I am on track to become a four-star and Marc is probably going to be the director of the CIA one day. The question is can we count on your cooperation?

Dexter looked at Marc, half expecting him to issue some vague threat. Which given the high stakes of this game of dangerous information, wouldn’t be completely uncalled for, but certainly ill-advised. He held his hands up, palms out, in a symbolic gesture of cooperation and openness. Gentlemen I think that we will all benefit from each other’s assistance in the future if we are wise and savvy about this. I am prepared to move forward with our relationship. You have nothing to fear from me.

So, this stays between us three? Marc asked as he put his hand out.

Dexter shook Marc’s hand first, then the General’s. Agreed. General, I believe you owe me a steak dinner.

And so, I do son. Are you available tomorrow evening?

Yes, I am sir. There’s a Morton’s Steakhouse just across the street from me on Crystal Drive. We can meet there. Dexter opened the door to get out.

I’d like to join you men if you don’t mind. My wife is having some girlfriends over and I need to be somewhere else, Lubet said as Dexter began getting out.

See. You’re already starting to benefit from our partnership. See you tomorrow night, Dexter said as he got out and closed the door. He didn’t like the look in Marc Lubet’s eyes. His mouth was saying one thing, but his eyes told a different story. This was the curse and the blessing of years of being in law enforcement and having people lie to you every day. You generally knew when someone was lying to you, whether you were looking for the lie or not. Marc Lubet was lying or holding back something. His mind immediately began running scenarios.

Marc looked forward as he spoke. So, what do you think? Can we trust him?

The kids a straight-shooter just like his father. He is not a threat. Besides, you can bet your last dollar that he’s taken some type of precaution to protect himself and his team. Let’s just count our blessings and move forward. General Carlisle picked up his Wall Street Journal and opened it.

Fair enough General. See you at the meeting. The CIA man got out of the SUV, walked over to his Black SUV, and got in. Lubet made a phone call. Alert Alpha Team. I need them to go out West to Nevada and secure those loose ends for me. Tell them to get with Captain Samantha Green and she’ll arrange the meeting. The man on the other end acknowledged and disconnected. Lubet grunted. There was no way in hell he was going to let Diamond live with the leverage he had on him. He leaned forward and put his hand on his driver’s shoulder. We’re going to need a plane for a trip out West in a couple of days. Set it up through a private sector asset.

Yes sir, the agent replied.

0715 HOURS (PST), GROOM LAKE, NEVADA

Captain Sam Green watched silently as the guards put each of the rogue Special Forces soldiers and Captain McNair in handcuffs and leg irons then connected them to the chains around their waists. She waited until they were lined up in front of her before speaking. I reviewed the pile of crap you all sent me last night. I have orders to move you to another holding facility while my people check out the names you gave me. The second I find out that someone lied to me, I’m going to shoot you on the spot. So with that said, let’s move out! She motioned toward an old gray prison bus that had bars over its blacked-out windows.

Where are we going, Captain? What the hell is going on here? Hammer shouted.

The Lieutenant in charge of the security detail answered him. We’ll ask all of the questions here Sergeant! Get your ass on the bus! He moved directly to Hammer’s left and stared at him.

Hammer stood his ground and cut his eyes toward the slim, blond-haired officer. Take these chains off and say that bitch!

Hammer had barely finished his statement when the Lieutenant’s boot slammed into the side of his head, courtesy of an expertly delivered Mawashi Geri, or a kick using the instep of the foot. Hammer stumbled sideways and crashed to the deck.

The Lieutenant moved in and grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. Did you have something to say, boy?

Hammer, still dazed from the kick to the head, began gagging from the slim man’s surprisingly powerful grip.

The guards quickly forced the other men to their knees at gunpoint.

I can’t believe that my country wasted over a million dollars worth of training on a piece of shit like you! Good thing you joined the Army ‘cause you wouldn’t have made it in the Corp! It’s been a while since I killed a man, boy! Keep pushing me! I need to spill some blood! The Lieutenant hissed.

At ease L-T! We still need him alive for now. Sergeant Hammer, meet Lieutenant Jack Hiatt, Force Recon Marine platoon leader on loan from the 1st Expeditionary Force. He’s seen more combat and Black Ops than all of you momma’s boys put together so don’t test him! Her cellular phone rang. She turned and walked away as she answered it.

Lieutenant Hiatt shoved Hammer to the ground and backed away as ordered. Get these cum stains on the bus!

Hammer’s blood pressure shot through the roof. You’re a dead motherfucker! he hissed as he got up off of the ground. I swear to God I am going to kill you!

I’ll be waiting boy! Jack Hiatt snapped back, knowing fully that Hammer would never get the chance to follow through on his threat.

The rogues were herded onto the bus and shuffled into the back. The driver smiled before slamming the cage door shut, making it nearly pitch black in the back.

Hey! Where the hell are we going? Hammer yelled through the closed door.

There was no answer as the bus lurched forward.

Hammer started thinking up an escape plan. Listen up men, I figure we’re on a one-way trip to hell so we might as well go out fighting. When this bus stops and we get outside, we jump the guards and use this bus to get the hell out of here!

They all agreed. When the bus stopped, the fight was on.

Are you fucking kidding me? I just started my interrogation! Did Lubet clear this through General Carlisle? Captain Green slammed the door to her office as she yelled into the phone.

The CIA Operative shrugged as if he were in the same room with her. I don’t know ma’am. All he said was that my team will be conducting counter-terrorist training out there and Hammer’s group will be participating. We’ll be arriving tomorrow evening.

We’ll be ready for you. Tell Lubet he’s an asshole!

You can tell him yourself, Captain. He’ll be coming out with us.

I will! She disconnected and dialed General Carlisle’s number.

The General’s motorcade was still En route back to the Pentagon. Good morning Sam. How are our guests doing?

They are none-too-happy sir. I’ve already had to put my foot up their asses! Sir, did you clear Director Lubet and his fucking goon squad to take control of the prisoners?

Carlisle’s blood pressure shot up immediately. That arrogant, stupid, son-of-a-bitch was trying to do an end-run around him to go after Dexter. So be it, he thought. Let Lubet cross swords with Dexter. This will be good leverage to use against him in the future if he survives the encounter. There will come a time when the Pentagon has a pissing match with the CIA and this incident could be the deciding factor. Besides, his money was on Dexter. No, but let him have them anyway. At least they’ll be out of our hair. Say nothing of this conversation to them.

Roger that sir. Have a good day. Sam huffed loudly as she disconnected. Fuckin’ bureaucrats!

RDT INTERNATIONAL, MARYLAND

Chuck Robinson was waiting for Dexter as he walked back into the building. So, Carlisle and Lubet want you to do some side work for them, don’t they?

Yes. Probably some off-the-books work, maybe even Black Ops stuff.

You’d better believe if it’s coming from those two it’s the Blackest of Black Ops.

Dexter nodded. I know. I’m considering it quite seriously actually. I’ll keep you posted.

Dexter, your wealth increased considerably today. How does it feel?

It feels surprisingly good. I guess I’ll get used to it. I’m going to give the team their bonuses. You want to join me?

No. That’s your show. I am going to go call the house and have the missus arrange something for you all tonight. Everyone is expected to be there. Now, things are happening Dexter. That meeting we had a while back has come full circle. It’s time for you to begin the mission. You did get the package from Harold, right?

Roger that sir. I have not reviewed it yet.

Robinson patted Dexter on the shoulder. Do it soon. See you tonight son. He turned and walked away.

Dexter went directly to the S.W.O.R.D. Team room and passed out the bonus checks to the team. He held up his hand to silence anyone who tried to ask him about it. Just consider this as a small token of my appreciation. Please don’t ask me any questions about it. Just enjoy it. You’ve earned it.

The room was filled with the sound of envelopes being ripped open. Then there were whispers, quiet swearing, and blank stares.

Monique watched with a huge smile on her face. Watching the team in action again during the demonstration confirmed what she had been feeling. Being with them made her feel as though she belonged to something special. She wanted in; all of the way in.

Dexter saw the look on her face. "Attention team. I think that my wife wants to join us. I am personally all for it. But what she doesn’t know, and even you all don’t know, is that this team could be about to undertake one of the greatest secret missions in modern times. It is epic in its proportions and if we move forward, it will change the world. That is all I can tell you right now. He turned toward his wife. Having said that, Monique do you still want to be considered for the team?"

Yes. If they will have me. She swallowed hard and waited.

Jerry stood up. As the senior team leader, I agree to give Monique a tryout. I believe that she is equal to the task. We all do. He winked at her.

A slight smile came over Dexter’s face. Very good then. Diana will be Monique’s mentor and help prepare her for the trials. We all have a dinner function at the Robinsons tonight so dress appropriately. He looked at Monique. Jerry, I want everyone dressed out for a five-mile run in fifteen minutes. Hand-to-hand combat to follow. Break for lunch then building clearing. Any questions?

Are you joining us? Jerry asked.

No. I have to review whatever is on that laptop. I’ll catch up with you all later. Dexter went quickly to his office and removed the laptop from the safe. He plugged the USB connector into his desktop so that he can access THOTH’s network, which was required to activate the laptop. He pressed the power button. The screen came to life and prompted him to place his right forefinger on the fingerprint reader and look directly at the webcam. Dexter complied and mere seconds later, a paragraph faded in on the screen in bold letters; "To save succeeding generations from the scourge of war… To Reaffirm faith in fundamental Human Rights…To establish conditions under which justice and respect for the obligations arising from treaties and other sources of International Law can be maintained, and to promote social progress, and better standards of life in larger freedom."

The screen changed to a familiar international symbol. The words, OPERATION BLUEPRINT appeared on the screen underneath the symbol. Then, an even more familiar face replaced the image. The distinguished gentleman was sitting at his desk in his office, judging by the expectedly plush furnishings in the background. Dexter leaned forward in his seat as the man on the screen began to speak.

"Greetings Mr. Diamond, I assume you remember who I am, so I won’t insult you with an introduction. Your team’s performance against the NAF terrorists and the CTAC operatives was truly a work of art. However, your actions against Al Qaeda, the Red Army Faction, the rogue American soldiers, and the corrupt prison officials were extraordinary! You and your team are more than we could ever have hoped for! I am confident that you are ready for the mission for which your entire organization was created. Had you failed, we would have had to start over or even abandon the effort altogether. You have had your preliminary briefing by Dr. Stewart and the Board. We are moving beyond them now.

I am sure Harold Ashford has told you that your involvement with the Institute was just a cover. You and your team have always worked for my organization. Harold told me that you had your suspicions, and you were right. What you have done is strike a mighty blow for the good people of this country. Now it is time to take your talents to the global community. What I am going to ask you to do has never been successfully achieved. It has been attempted, but alas it failed. You will succeed Dexter. I will ensure that you have all of the tools that you need to succeed! Forgive me, I am rambling! My passion for this venture often overtakes me. The ethnic cleansing in Rwanda and Bosnia both happened on my watch. In both cases, the UN Mission failed, and now the world needs a victory! Carefully review the data on the computer and begin designing your strategy. When you activated this program, the laptop sent a message to my office to alert me so that I can meet with you in person, privately. I would like to meet with you as soon as possible. Someone will contact you with the details." He smiled as his image faded out.

Dexter exhaled loudly as the screen changed to the beginning of the mission brief. Seconds later, his cellular phone rang. Dexter would have ignored it, but the caller ID showed a New York number. Dexter.

Have you reviewed the mission brief yet?

Dexter recognized the voice and the Boston accent. Not yet, Ericka. I am just beginning.

Good. Why don’t you come up tonight? You can bunk with me, and we can get better acquainted since I’m going to be attached to your team for this mission.

I would but I have two important functions to attend tonight and tomorrow night. I might come up tomorrow after my meeting if it doesn’t run too late.

Ummm okay. The rest of my team wants to meet with you before you go meet with the boss. Are you excited?

Actually, I am. Anything else? He was anxious to get back to the automated briefing.

No. Call me when you’re done reviewing the information. No one knows what’s on it except the boss.

You don’t know what the mission is?

"We don’t exactly know what the mission is. We know it’s global, but we don’t know any of the details or operational plans. Only the boss knows, and he won’t tell anyone until he talks to you. Do you two know each other?"

We’ve met. Let me watch this briefing. I will call you later.

You had better. Bye!

GROOM LAKE, NEVADA

More than an hour later, the bus made a sharp left turn and stopped.

Hammer heard the door unlock and then footsteps heading away from the bus. He moved quickly to the door and pushed it open. The driver was gone. He heard a vehicle driving away quickly. He jumped out of the bus in time to see a Humvee speeding away. What the fuck?

The rest of the men hobbled out of the bus, ready for a fight.

What’s going on Hammer? McNair asked.

They’re leaving us here! he hopped back to the bus and looked around. There was an envelope on the driver’s seat. He opened it and found keys and a note. The bus is out of gas. Unchain yourselves and follow the road for about five miles and you’ll come to a warehouse. There you will find your new temporary quarters. There is food and water in the storage compartments of the bus. Deviate from the path and you will be shot. Hammer cursed out loud. Looks like we’re humping it, men.

Five miles later they came to a large two-story, plain gray warehouse.

Fan out. Check every inch for booby traps, Hammer instructed.

As they methodically searched, a phone began ringing inside the building.

Ayers called out to Hammer. Sarge there’s a phone ringing inside! Want me to get it?

Hammer turned and yelled, Yeah, but carefully!

Ayers opened the door slowly, not really expecting a booby trap. He figured if they were going to kill them, they would have done it by now. He picked up the phone that was sitting on an old nightstand in what was supposed to be a living room. Hello. Oh yes, ma’am! Sarge, it’s Captain Green!

Hammer trotted to the building and frowned as he took the phone. What?

What the fuck are you idiots doing? Why are you creeping around out there like basic training recruits? Get your people inside the warehouse and relax. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead already! Now there’s clothing, food, and even satellite television provided for you so quit dicking around!

So, we just sit here and wait? Hammer snapped.

That’s right. You wait until I get further orders on your next assignment. I figured you would try to escape, and you confirmed that when you got on the bus. Yes, the bus was bugged, Hammer. I didn’t want you hurting any of my boys and I didn’t want them to have to kill you either, so I had you moved out there.

So, what’s to stop us from disappearing into the desert? Hammer looked outside.

"Common sense, I hope. You are being monitored, Hammer. I wouldn’t test this place if I were you. It gets down to the low 40s this time of year, and I have top-shelf snipers hidden in the desert, so stay in the warehouse until we come for you, or you will die out there. I promise you that."

Okay, Captain Green. We’ll play by your rules for now.

Good boy Hammer. Out here. Sam Green hung up and shook her head. Marc Lubet and his CIA assassins were on their way to round-up Hammer and his crew. Officially, they were coming to conduct live-fire training exercises at the counterterrorism training center. She could only imagine what they had in store for Hammer and his band of walking dead men.

Dexter had sat in utter amazement as he absorbed nearly four hours of videos, charts, maps, PowerPoint presentations, organizational charts, and personnel rosters that gave him a detailed and somewhat overwhelming picture of OPERATION BLUEPRINT, and the BLUEPRINT CORPORATION. He was taken aback that it was a massive global operation with an unbelievable amount of funding and assets. His group, the Special Operations Division, had a surprisingly generous budget and answered only to his father, the Global Special Operations Commander. There were numerous tasks that he and his teams would have to carry out, and he was free to do them any way he deemed fit. His main assignment, however, was considered the main objective of everything that had been put in place nearly 100 years ago. If they could successfully complete this one mission, it would change the world and save a great many lives. So, it was up to him to deploy his teams correctly and boldly for a task that has never been completed before. Fortunately, his father and many other dedicated and talented people from around the world have laid the groundwork for this mission. All he had to do is use the assets available to him wisely, keep it all a secret, and not get himself and a bunch of good people killed in the process. For as noble as their cause was, many powerful and dangerous people would not want it to succeed. He stood and stretched, then looked at his watch. It was then he realized that he was hungry. He grabbed a banana, a protein bar, and some water and sat back down. He still had a little more time to himself while the team trained. He began writing his ideas down as he ate.

1700 HOURS, S.W.O.R.D. SHOOT HOUSE

Dexter watched closely as Eric walked the team through advanced clearing techniques and live-fire entries. He was impressed at how quickly Monique picked up on everything. She was a natural at it. Who would have thought it? He thought with a smile.

Jerry walked over to him. What do you think boss? Looking good, huh?"

Dexter nodded. Yes, they are. Let’s wrap it up. We have to be at the Robinson’s soon.

1235 HOURS, THE FOLLOWING DAY, WATERPARK TOWERS, CRYSTAL CITY, VA

Dexter peeked into the bedroom when he heard Monique finally waking up. The workout, intense training, and dinner party had all taken their toll on her. He smiled and went into the kitchen to prepare a hot cup of Green Tea for her.

A few minutes later, Monique, wrapped in a short silk robe, walked gingerly into the kitchen and sat at the bar. My entire body hurts! Is that how you all train regularly?

Dexter shook his head. Actually, that was an easy day for the benefit of you and the others that have not been fully trained yet. It will get harder. It will get a lot harder. Still want to play? He placed a teabag into the steaming hot cup of water and placed it in front of her along with several packets of sweetener and a spoon.

All I know is that I will not quit. What was it you used to say when things got tough for you during Army training? The worst thing that you can do is kill me, and you can only do that once.

Dexter nodded and laughed. Well, you sound like you’re equal to the task. I believe you will do fine. He neglected to tell her that he was wrong about the only kill me once thing when his SAS instructors proved him quite wrong one fine day during drown-proofing training.

I plan on going home today. The kids must be driving mom crazy by now. What are you going to do?

I’ve already arranged for you to fly home. The jet will be ready to leave at your convenience. I am staying one more day so that I can seal another deal with some new clients. They will probably send some interesting work our way. He tried his best to make it sound boring.

Sounds like some more of your top-secret doings. So, you have the jet on standby just for me?

Yes, my queen. All you have to do is say what time you want to go home.

Monique suddenly perked up. I can be ready in no time! Call them and tell them I’ll be there within the hour! Are you taking me to the airport?

Yes. The jet is just over at Reagan National waiting for you. Do you want your mom to pick you up in Orlando or would you like a limo?

What do you think?

Limo it is. I’ll make the calls while you get dressed.

CHAPTER TWO

REALM OF THE DEADLY

PART- I: THE JUDAS KISS

1925 HOURS, 1501 CRYSTAL DRIVE, WATER PARK TOWERS, CRYSTAL CITY

D exter stood in front of his building and stared at the site where the Latin Kings’ failed ambush had occurred. Suddenly, he became angry all over again. Then he remembered that he had exacted a ruthless dose of revenge against them. Yet and still, he wanted more. His hatred of evil people was growing worse. Soon, if he didn’t get his emotions in check, he would revert to his pre-Monique days, and he simply couldn’t allow that to happen. He had a family now, and besides, he’d killed the terrorists that killed his older brother years ago. Jesse Jr.’s death had been avenged. He should be able to let go of the anger, but somehow it still managed to linger. He exhaled sharply and shook it off, then walked down the street a half a block and stopped in front of the Water Park, which was directly across the street from Morton’s Steakhouse. He looked over at the observation deck just above the man-made waterfall. He nodded slightly and crossed the street and decided to wait outside in the cold, in front of the restaurant to wait for General Carlisle and Marc Lubet.

Just then, two Black SUVs came speeding down Crystal Drive and stopped in the right lane in front of him. A serious-looking man in a dark suit got out of the right front seat and opened the back door for General Carlisle. He greeted Dexter as the General stepped out. Good evening Mr. Diamond.

Dexter shook off his thoughts and returned the greeting to the bodyguard. Good evening. General, how are you? He reached out and shook General Carlisle’s hand.

I’m good Dexter. I’m looking forward to this dinner. Marc’s right behind me.

Nick, who was hiding in the bushes of the observation deck, took aim at Lubet’s head as he walked to where Dexter and General Carlisle were standing. "CONTROL I have target acquisition. Stand by." He squeezed the trigger. The telescopic scope/camera mounted on his rifle zoomed in on Lubet’s face and took a picture. Simultaneously, the tagging laser beamed into Lubet’s body, marking him for tracking. Nick put his gear away and made his way back to Cleo, Dwain, and Jerome, who were waiting behind the Water Park Towers near the dumpsters. He climbed into the Avalanche and immediately uploaded the data from the rifle scope/camera into the MCT. The upload was successful; he had tagged an Associate Deputy Director of the CIA.

Lubet shook his hand. Hey there Dexter. Thanks for letting me tag along. Just a few more days and you’ll be dead you son of a bitch, he thought with a sly smile.

No need to thank me, Marc. I’m glad you decided to join us. There was that look again. Lubet was up to something. At first, he felt a little guilty about having his team tag him but after seeing that look again, he knew now that Lubet deserved everything that was being planned for him.

So, Dexter, tell me about the Kraft rescue. I got the official report. You know; the bullshit the military wanted the public to know. Of course, you and your team are not mentioned. They’re claiming that a regional Special Forces unit rescued him and his wife. I want to know what really happened, Lubet queried somewhat aggressively.

Dexter nodded and smiled. I would love to, but I can’t talk about it in public. We’d have to be in a secure environment. That is the promise I made to the Pentagon.

Lubet looked at him and half-smiled. Fair enough. Can you tell me the scoop on the Fourteenth Bridge attack? The guys all want to hear about it, he said, referring to his tactical teams.

Dexter’s phone buzzed on his hip just as he was about to answer. He held up a finger and answered the phone. Dexter.

Hey, Dexter. It’s Ericka. You didn’t call me back. Can you talk?

Oh, I forgot. I am at a dinner meeting right now. I’ll call you later and let you know what time I am coming up.

Awesome! So I’ll see you later on tonight. Goodbye. She looked around her place. It looked good and smelled even better. She was hoping that he would come up tonight. She’d even purchased some extra healthy snacks for him based on what Ashford had told her about his eating habits.

Dexter put the phone back on his hip. Sorry about that. Where were we? He began telling the story of the NAF attack on the Fourteenth Street Bridge, but all the while he was thinking about the late-night rendezvous he had just planned and the life-changing events it represented.

2115 HOURS, MORTON’s STEAKHOUSE, CRYSTAL CITY

Dexter said his goodbyes to Lubet and General Carlisle outside the restaurant. He waited until they were gone before walking over to a vehicle that was parked several spaces away. He got into the right-front seat. He picked up his radio, clipped it to his belt, put his earpiece