When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield

Around lunchtime, Washington, DC, Harry S. Truman Building, Department of State’s Office of External Affairs.

A brief report arrived at the director’s office.

“Harry Thompson arrived safely at his Kinshasa accommodation, and this fact was also cross-confirmed by Team Leader Russell.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

As the employee left the director’s office, Robert picked up the phone while checking the local time in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

The recipient is Jake.

It was to give him a word about the operation or about Harry Thompson, the youngest and newcomer.

Then, before the signal passed once, Jake answered the phone as if he had been waiting.

– This is Jake Russell.

“Did you have a good interview with your new friend?”

– Just finished. He looks like a lively Pomeranian.

“Ha ha ha, a puppy… Are there any other reviews? He’s a good friend.”

A small smile appeared on Robert’s lips as he spoke.

Although the selection schedule was advanced, and the team was joined early, it was because they were not selected hastily.

Kang-tae rigorously conducted various tests that were out of the question.

All results passed.

In the first place, the CIA didn’t select Harry for nothing.

Harry was a talented person who received first place in the instructor evaluation as a result of the night stalker benign result, and afterwards produced excellent results during the operation, and was clean enough to pass the CIA test.

There is even a history of attending Johns Hopkins Medical School before enlisting in the military.

It wasn’t his dream, so he quit and joined the military, but his clever mind didn’t go anywhere.

Jake opened his mouth as if he knew this well.

-I heard, he dropped out of medical school, received a top prize in his Night Stalker training, and was scouted by the CIA.

After briefly listing Harry’s history, Jake calmly continued.

-However, you can evaluate it only when you see your performance in the field.

“Yes, that is like you. I’ll do it soon though. I especially like Lee, but don’t you follow him well too?”

-… I did hear that too. He heard about me during his Night Stalker days, and he heard about Lee when he went to the CIA.

“Yeah, the rumors spread.”

-So you’re controlling the rumors too?

Robert, who had answered lightly, smiled bitterly.

It was because he knew Jake’s concerns.

In particular, compared to the fact that he acted alone as an escort at G&G Corp, there were quite a few risks to face.

Of course, there were advantages, but the main thing was security.

Once penetrated, the main body, the State Department, will suffer damage, and if that happens, it will be vague to receive help.

Robert also knew it well, so he answered lightly.

“I can’t control rumors, I just let them go. As if your anecdote became a legend on this floor. And I’m watching how much it spreads.”

-Then security should be fine.

“Yes, security is certain, so there is no need to worry.”

When Robert answered firmly, the voice of approval quickly returned.

-… That’s right, he was talking like a dog barking, so I thought he knew all about the previous operations.

“hahahahaha, I’m sure it’s because I’m excited. Because you are young.”

Harry was an immature young agent, having just turned 27 a few days before.

Military experience is also 5 years in total.

Nevertheless, he was competent, so the CIA took him in, and he was a person who eventually entered the Foreign Cooperation Agency.

Robert continued as if pointing this out.

“I checked, and the driving skills are also compliant. He knows how to fly a helicopter, so his spatial awareness is top-notch.”

-Isn’t that your specialty? And the sergeant even piloted the helicopter?

I was asking because the seat for veteran noncommissioned officers, wardens, and officers with a lot of years of experience was the seat of the Night Stalker’s helicopter.

A sergeant who plays the role of a flight attendant would not dare to imitate a pilot.

Robert, who knew this, also laughed.

“hahahahaha, I learned to become a night stalker at a private airfield. The duration is about a few months, but the light helicopter is sufficient.”

-ah… I didn’t hear that.

“You just have to get to know it step by step, let’s keep in sync until the operation is dispatched.”

-If the operation is underway… … .

In an instant, Jake pointed out the important part, and Robert continued the story he had prepared.

“Yeah, it’s going to be a little big. I’ve just been given a plan. I will prepare it slowly, so prepare well until then and keep your breath in sync.”

-All right.

The call ended with Jake’s short answer.

As Robert put the receiver down, his lips opened as if shaking, and a low voice came out.

“… All I can do now is wish you well.”

* * *

Two days after Harry arrived, he was put into a new operation.

Our Charlie team’s solo operation.

If what he had done before was reconnaissance, this time it was something that could be called an actual operation.

The capture or killing of the commander of a small or medium-sized armed group.

Apparently, if they said they would capture them alive, they would provide some necessary support and even pay more, but Jake immediately decided what to do.

only kill

It was also decided that it was a long-distance sniping, not close-range.

The body was supposed to be filmed with a drone.

I knew very well why.

There was only one reason, our safety.

As Harry was new, he said that we had to adjust the difficulty of the operation step by step and match the breath, but there was a plus alpha.

To reduce injury or psychological trauma.

Even so, it was only a few days ago that I finished the battle with hundreds of M23s and a battalion-level militia.

Maybe that’s why Jake came up with a plan for the sniper operation on the spot, even with only maps, photos, and poor information such as names.

2 teams of 3, sniping after ambush a beat at a key location.

Me, Marcus, and Harry were a team.

It was at a time when the bit was dug at a close distance and all three of them went into the ground and were in the middle of surveillance.

-Senior, movement is detected in the southwest direction, around 870 meters. Are you sure you are there?

Harry, looking through his observation glasses, came on the radio, confirmed it for a moment, and answered.

“… Aren’t you a slash-and-burner?”

-Well, it’s difficult to secure the view… Oh, that’s right. I do not own any weapons.

“Okay, keep watching.”

I answered lightly, but Harry was still quite good.

Unlike his lively first impression, he only said what was necessary during the operation, and was even very meticulous.

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Like now, I see things I haven’t seen before.

After waking up at 6:00 AM, he went into the ground and worked for 11 hours.

Because I also stood guard in Mt. Songnisan for days at a time.

And what I liked most of all was the large first aid kit in Harry’s tactical backpack.

It was different in quantity and quality from the one-span pockets that everyone except him carried.

It is literally the level of an ambulance backpack, capable of carrying out most first aid measures.

Even Harry knew how to use them all.

It wasn’t just knowing how to use it, it was about being able to control all kinds of injuries and damage caused by native flora and fauna.

A situation where a special duty specialist who is not on our team just came in.

Of course, it couldn’t have been a coincidence.

A new recruit came in, but he was a Johns Hopkins medical school dropout with a specialty that was not on the team?

‘… The director must have arranged everything.’

It’s a character that didn’t exist in Rareple, but there was nothing bad about it.

It was because Jake was in charge of command tactics, I was in charge of firearms, Marcus was in charge of demolition, Jose was in charge of sniping, Rachel was in charge of communications, and Harry was in charge of the remaining duties.

Of course, like the US Special Forces, the number of people was smaller than that of the Korean Special Forces, but this was enough.

Because one person will do the share of two or three people.

It was about the time I was about to disperse my thoughts, when the slanting sunlight came over the back of my head.

– No matter how you think about it, it’s a pity. The youngest who came all along is SOAR? I thought it would be Seal or Team 6, but… … .

José’s muttered voice came over the headset.

Then Marcus responded right away.

-If Harry had been in the Navy, he wouldn’t have followed you? Don’t you know how much he respects Lee and Jake the most even though he’s not a ground warfare agent? So shut up and look at the scope.

– Hey, Marcus. What do you see me as… I can see the scope while rapping. Although overshadowed by Lee, I was still the most famous sniper in the SEALs. You know my rumors?

-Is there anyone here who wasn’t famous? I heard that even the youngest got first place in the Night Stalker training course.

-I’m pretty good at sniper completion… … .

By the time the two people’s low voices went back and forth through the headset.

-for a moment… The drone checks the vehicle. 1.3 kilometers from here. Are there people confirmed?

-I can’t see it, can you see the team leader?

– Still in my place.

– I can’t see either, senior.

While Jose, Jake, and Harry are talking one after another.

A small movement was caught on my scope.

To be exact, it felt like something had slipped through the trees of the rainforest.

“I saw something like navy blue… that’s right?”

– That’s right, navy blue. There are a total of three vehicles, all pickup trucks, and in the order of movement, they are navy blue, white, and purple.

“hmm… The distance should be a little closer. I don’t see too much. It should be around 800 meters, which was the standard, to be visible.”

After answering briefly, Jose’s voice came through at the same time.

-So do i. If it’s within half a mile (about 800M), I think you can even check the driver.

This was the distance that was promised in advance.

About 800M.

It was not a suitable distance for sniping, but it was the only section where the unpaved road in the mountains was completely exposed.

So it was all about shooting there.

It was the same with Jose, who was aiming hundreds of meters away from me.

Rachel found her enemies fairly quickly, and now all she had to do was wait.

And soon Harry’s steady delivery of information followed.

-Senior, the distance from the car is about 1 kilometer… 950 meters, 910 meters… … .

And finally, the moment when the first digit is 8.

As expected, the vehicle came completely into scope.

‘I’m not the driver… … .’

-Find the target from the passenger seat! Wearing a red beret… … .

I heard Harry’s voice at the same time as my thoughts, and I moved the gun mounted on the tripod slightly.

In fact, it is only me who is aware of it.

It was such a small angle change that I didn’t even know there was shaking.

Then the sharpshooter’s traits grabbed my gun. I could even feel the shaking of the scope stop.

However, it was not allowed to fire without even breathing at all, or to fire casually at random.

It was because it was a long-range sniping over 800M, not short-range.

The farther away, the more I had to focus.

The mistake at the long-distance shooting range I stopped by on vacation was not accidental.

Of course, the reason for not being skilled in sniping was a big one, but obviously, there was no lack of a somewhat urgent effect on aiming and holding on to the shoulder.

So this time I was a little more focused.

Although there is Jose, it was because it took at least 2-3 seconds to reload and fire again after consuming one shot.

“after… … .”

I focused on it for about a second longer, but it wasn’t that long either.

Originally, I pulled the trigger within 2 seconds, but now it must be about 3 seconds.

I applied light pressure on the sensitive trigger.

TOOOOOOOOOO!

A concussion hit my shoulder, the bushes shook as gas pressure burst from side to side, and I smelled a strong smell of gunpowder.

And beyond the scope, the passenger’s window was shattered and blood gushed out.

The head is probably gone.

50 caliber bullets and the same size as the anti-material bullets.

At the same time, Harry’s startled words came over the headset.

– said, hit! Hit! Tango down!

Jose’s gunfire then rang out, and I also shot one after another, killing the driver and the approaching troops.

Satisfactory results soon returned.

-All the remaining enemies are retreating. There is no thermal reaction to the surroundings, it is all clear.

At Rachel’s words, Harry finally took his eyes off the observation glasses and looked at me.

“Sir, senior… … .”

I was shocked and thrilled, so I nodded my head with the stand and observation mirror placed in front of him.

“Clean that up.”