The End A Post Apocalyptic Novel by G. Michael Hopf

Author:G. Michael Hopf
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-04-03T07:00:00+00:00

DECEMBER 11, 2014

“Where there is no vision, the people perish.”

- Proverbs

Diego Garcia, British Indian Ocean Territory.

Sebastian looked over his shoulder to see any sign of the ARG. Nothing. They were out there somewhere hiding in the darkness. Operations such as this, while new, were not something that made him nervous, but he couldn’t fight that feeling. He peered through his scope onto the decks of the two MPS ships that were docked. There wasn’t a lot of movement, but he didn’t expect to see much at 0215 in the morning.

Sebastian’s sniper team was assigned to provide over watch for the half-dozen twelve-man teams of Marines and sailors that were coming ashore at 0315 to seize the two MPS ships. Sebastian’s nervousness sprang from the fact that what they were doing was stealing two large cargo ships from an American base. The questions ran through his mind, What if it doesn’t go smoothly or they resist? It was one thing to shoot and kill a Taliban fighter, but to shoot an American Merchant Marine who would be doing nothing but defending his ship just did not sit well with him. Sebastian and his spotter, Tomlinson, were hidden in a grove of trees on the south side of the port. The sun would be rising within a few hours and they needed to have the ships under control and underway by 0445. The pre-raid briefing estimated that the six teams could have complete control of both ships within 45 minutes and underway shortly after that. The plan called for no air support, so it would be man against man.

Sebastian kept looking at his watch like a novice chef would watch water boil. He was growing impatient and more anxious as the minutes ticked away. He looked through his scope again. All was quiet and no movement around or on the ships. He could hear the hum of machines in the distance and the air was cool and smelled salty.

“Damn, I gotta piss,” whispered Tomlinson.

“Piss then,” Sebastian told him.

Tomlinson rolled a couple feet away and undid his trousers.

“Ahhh, nothing like taking a piss after you’ve held it forever,” sighed Tomlinson. “It just feels-”

“Ssshhh,” Sebastian snapped as he heard a truck coming. He peered through the scope ‘til he finally saw it. A gray pickup truck was speeding toward the MPS ship Bennett. When it reached the gangway of the ship it stopped and two men got out and ran up toward the quarter deck. Sebastian sensed something was wrong. He thought to himself, Had their mission been compromised? Only a few minutes went by before he heard the general quarters alarm sound on the ship.

“Shit!” Sebastian said out loud.

“What’s up?” Tomlinson said after rolling back over and grabbing his binoculars.

“We’ve been compromised, Tomlinson; contact the Makin Island and let them know.”

“Roger that,” Tomlinson said then pressed the mike of the radio. “Charlie Papa, Charlie Papa, this is Sierra Tango 1 over.”

Sebastian now saw the decks of the Bennett spring to life. The two

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