The Big Job: Part One

The Big Job: Part One

I have nothing better to do here's a short story.

It was mid day in Lake Kenai, Alaska. David Cooper sat in his boat of the lake smoking Lucky Strikes, the same brand his father smoked. This was how most of his days were ever since he retired from the Navy SEALs. A life of solitude in Alaska, spending his time fishing and smoking. After years of serving in various branches of the military and intelligence, a quiet life was a good break. Summers at the lake were beautiful full of ambient sounds of nature.

This peace was interrupted by the sounds helicopters. "Shit." David thought to himself as he rowed back to his lakeside cabin. The helicopter slowly rose above the mountains in the distance. It was a black Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk. William beached his boat and disembarked. In case this wasn't a friendly visit, he checked if his 2 concealed Colt Single Action Army revolvers were loaded. These revolvers were his weapon of choice even during his time in special forces famously refusing to use standard issue weapons. He concealed his revolvers and lit up a cigarette as he waited for the helicopter to land.

The helicopter then landed on a flat section of the beach close to the cabin. Out stepped an middle aged man in a navy admiral's uniform full of medals. This was Adm.Jocko Willink, David's CO during his time in the SEALs. They both retired at the same time however, Willink re-enlisted and later on was promoted to the rank of admiral. David and Jocko were like brothers. David greeted Jocko with a hug and invited him to his cabin.

 

"You're wearing a uniform. I take it this isn't a social call." said David. He was always straight to the point and no nonsense.

"You were always observant. Give me 5 minutes to explain."

David initiated the stopwatch on his NASA issued Omega Speedmaster Chronograph previously owned by Buzz Aldrin. Buzz gave David the watch as a sign of respect after David beat him in a race driving his modded RossSport Mitsubishi Lancer EVO IV around the Nürburgring race track.

"We need you for a job for a man with very special skills. Its security during the transport of a high value prisoner from Manhattan to an upstate facility," continued Jocko.

"Then why do you need me ? Sounds like a simple job even the NYPD can handle." 

"You don't understand how high value this prisoner is. The President of the United States asked for you by name. Besides, I know You've been dying to get back in the field." 

Jocko knew David well. David would have accepted the job no matter what but he hid his excitement.

"Ok. I'm in. Can you give me a ride to New York ?" 

"Sure. The job starts as soon as we land"

"Then let me catch some shut eye."

They both got into the helicopter after David locked up his cabin. The helicopter arrived at nearby Alaskan airbase where they both transferred to an air force Gulfstream G6 for the final leg of the trip. David slept the whole time.

When they landed in New York it was 4 o' clock in the morning. David was well rested and ready to operate. The plane taxi'd into a special black ops hangar. The hangar was previously ran by the DEA but due to budget cuts, it was transferred over to the CIA and the Department of Defence. The hangar was lit with flourescent lighting. In the middle of the hangar were 4 blacked out BMW F90 M5s. These were to serve as transport and escort vehicles. Next to them was a group of 10 operators taking their equipment out of black duffel bags. They immediately recognized David who was a legend in the eyes of all soldiers worldwide. They were all giddy like schoolgirls and were eager to make an impression.

Jocko and David stepped out the jet. "You all know who this is. He'll be running point in this operation," said Jocko in a booming voice that echoed as it bounced off the walls of the hangar. David reviewed the route the prisoner transport van would take with the team and briefed the operators on their roles. This continued for an hour.

It was time to suit up and head out. David changed into his tactical gear. A special sneaking suit designed by Elon Musk. This suit was designed by Elon Musk to show gratitude after David saved him from an assassination attempt in Macau. The suit masked the noise generated by the wearer. It was all black except for the Harvard University patch he had sewn into the right shoulder of the suit. On top of the suit he had his tactical belt with his revolvers and a bandolier full of bullets. The operators then got into their BMWs and headed off to Manhattan just as the sun was starting to come up. Weaving their way through traffic in their supercharged V8 engines.

They arrived at the prisoner pickup location. The basement of the MCC detention facility. The operators took defensive positions as they waited for the prisoner. The basement was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The silence was interrupted by the electonic DING of an elevator. David waited in anticipation. He stood 20 feet in front of the elevator with his legs spread and his hands resting on his belt buckle. The elevator opened. Inside were 2 armed guards armed only with batons and a pistol escorting the prisoner. "Weekend soldiers," remarked one of the operators.

The prisoner was a large obese man about six feet tall. He was dressed in bright orange overalls with a black hood over his head. He dragged his feet as he was escorted towards David. "All this trouble for one guy," David thought to himself, "I wonder who he is." David approached the prisoner and lifted up his hood. He was shocked as were the other operators who saw the prisoner's face.

"Hello David," said the prisoner in a raspy voice, "it looks you like you've been charged with my protection."

This was no ordinary high value prisoner. This was Harvey Weinstein.

TO BE CONTINUED.