Clancy, Tom – Op Center 04 – Acts Of War

2. To remain in the combat zone, permission must be obtained from the legal and recognized government with jurisdiction over said region. Activities in this region are to conform strictly to United States law (see Section 9A, Subsection 4) and to the laws of the host country.

a. Where these laws are in conflict, civilians are required to adhere to local law. Military personnel will follow military procedure and United States law.

3. If the ROC is present in the combat zone, or enters a combat zone subsequent to the advent of hostilities; and if the stated purpose of said presence is to study events leading up to and/or including the armed conflict, only military personnel will be permitted to take an active part in the operation of the ROC. They will operate according to the boundaries set out in the NCMC Striker code, Sections 3 through 5.

a. If non-military personnel are on the ROC, including but not limited to members of the press, they are not to partake in the activities of the ROC.

B. If the ROC enters a combat zone subsequent to the breaking out of armed conflict, the regulations set forth in Section 17, Subsection 2A apply. In addition, ROC must have express permission to enter said region from the legal and recognized government or representatives of said government who have jurisdiction over the combat zone.

1. Absent such permission, ROC can operate only as a civilian facility with its sole objective being the protection of the lives and safety of United States citizens.

a. If said civilians are accompanied by United States military personnel, or if said personnel are the only or sole surviving team onboard the ROC, said personnel will in no way act as a partisan force in the present or evolving conflict, either against or on behalf of the host nation or to further any objectives, goals, or ideals of the government of the United States of America.

1. Said military personnel may employ arms only in self-defense. Self-defense is herein defined as the defense by arms of United States personnel, military or otherwise, who have undertaken to depart the combat zone without attempting to affect the outcome of said combat.

2. Said military personnel may employ arms in the defense of local citizens who are undertaking to exit the region, provided said citizens are not endeavoring to affect the outcome of said hostilities.

According to Lowell Coffey, it was Section 17, Subsection 2, B-1-a-1, which gave them, as civilians, the right to go in and get Mike out. The question they’d wrestled with en route was whether bringing Colonel Seden out constituted a partisan act. Because he was a Turkish soldier who had entered the region with partisan intent, he was not covered by Section 17, Subsection 2, B-1-a-2. However, Coffey said that as long as the colonel was hurt, his evacuation would be acceptable in accordance with the charter of the International Red Cross. According to Section 8, Subsection 3, A-1-b-3, ROC was permitted under to act under the IRC charter to evacuate wounded outsiders at the discretion of the individual in charge.

With just over five minutes to go until they reached the reported location of Mike Rodgers and Colonel Seden, Privates Pupshaw and DeVonne were crouched in the battery cabinets under the raised floorboards. Most of the batteries had been removed and stacked to the side to accommodate the Strikers. As a result, except for the radio, radar, and telephone, the inner workings of the ROC were dead. It was also running on fuel instead of on batteries.

The Strikers hid black nighttime uniforms in a cabinet in the rear of the ROC along with a powerful M21, a sniper version of the M14 combat rifle, an image-intensifier eyepiece. These twin-lens units were designed to be clamped to the front of their helmets. In addition to providing night-vision capabilities, the eyepieces were electronically linked to an infrared sensor on top of each soldier’s M21. These sensors were the size of a small video camera, and were capable of identifying targets at 2,200 meters, even behind foliage. The visual data was then relayed to the right-side eyepiece. In a field situation, computers in the Strikers’ backpacks would send a monochrome display of maps and other data to the right-side eyepiece. When they emerged from hiding, the plan was for Private DeVonne to immediately retrieve the gear, while PFC Pupshaw reconnoitered through a one-way mirrored window in the back. Though Katzen was in charge of the mission, he had put PFC Pupshaw in charge of the actual rescue attempt, as allowed for by the ROC manual.

“Five minutes to target,” Katzen said.

The Strikers snuggled down in their compartments. Coffey went over and helped them replace the compartment tops. After making sure the Strikers were all right, he walked toward Katzen.

“Good thing they’re not claustrophobic,” Coffey said.

“If they were,” said Katzen, “they wouldn’t be Strikers.”

Coffey watched as the map on the computer monitor scrolled ominously toward the target hill. At least, it seemed ominous to the attorney.

“I have a question,” Coffey said.

“Shoot, counselor.”

“I’ve been wondering. Just what is the difference between a porpoise and a dolphin?”

Katzen laughed. “Mostly it has to do with the body shape and face,” he said. “Porpoises are shaped pretty much like a torpedo with spade-like teeth and a blunt snout. Dolphins have a more fish-shaped body, peg-like teeth, and a snout that looks like a beak. Temperamentally, they’re pretty much identical.”

“But dolphins seem more lovable because they look less predatory,” Coffey said.

“They do, yes,” said Katzen.

“Maybe the military should think about that when they design the next generation of submarines and tanks,” Coffey said. “They can lull the enemy into complacency with a submarine that looks like Flipper or a tank that looks like Dumbo.”

“If I were you, I’d stick to law,” Katzen said. He looked toward the front of the van. “Heads up, Mary Rose. According to the map you should be coming up on the rise any moment now.”

“I see it,” she said.

The small of Coffey’s back went ice-cold. This wasn’t the same as the jitters he got when he went before a judge or a senator. This was fear. The van went down the sharp dip before the rise. Coffey used both hands to brace himself on the back of Mike Rodgers’s empty chair.

“Shit!” Mary Rose shouted, and crushed the brake down.

“What is it?” Katzen cried.

Coffey and Katzen both looked out the window. A dead sheep was lying in the center of the road. The carcass was the size of a Great Dane and had coarse, dirtywhite wool. In order to stay on the narrow road and avoid the ditches on either side, a driver would have to go over it.

“That’s a wild sheep,” Katzen said. “They live in the hills to the north.”

“Probably hit by a car,” Mary Rose said.

“I don’t think so,” Katzen said. “With an animal that size there’d be tire tracks in the blood beyond.”

“So what do you think?” Coffey asked. “That it was shot and put there?”

“I don’t know,” Katzen said. “Some military units have been known to use animals for target practice.”

“The dam-busters, maybe,” said Mary Rose.

“No,” said Katzen. “They’d probably have eaten it. More likely it was a Turkish unit. Anyway, we’ve got a pair of Strikers who are going to need fresh air pretty soon. Go over it.”

“Wait,” Coffey said.

Katzen looked at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Is it possible the thing could be land-mined?”

Katzen slumped. “I didn’t even think of that. Good catch, Lowell.”

“A terrorist might do that to slow down mechanized troops,” Coffey said.

Katzen looked out toward the ditches on the right and left. “We’re going to have to go off-road.”

“Unless that’s where the mines are,” Coffey said. “Maybe the sheep was put there to send someone off the road.”

Katzen thought for a moment. Then he pulled a flashlight from the hook between the two front seats and opened the passenger’s-side door.

“This is going to get us nowhere,” he said. “I’ll pull the damn sheep off the road. If I blow up, you’ll know it’s safe then.”

“Uh-uh,” Coffey said. “You’re not going out there.”

“What choice do we have? The metal detector’s tied to the main computer. We broke those batteries down and there isn’t time to reassemble them.”

“We’ll have to make time,” Coffey said. “Or at least turn the road check over to the Strikers.”

Katzen shouldered past the attorney. “There isn’t time for that either.” He hopped onto the dirt road. “Besides, you’re going to need them to save Mike and the colonel. I’ve been good to animals,” he grinned. “This one wouldn’t dare hurt me.”

“Please be careful,” Mary Rose said.

Katzen said he would, and walked out in front of the van. Coffey leaned out the door. Though the night air was surprisingly cool, his mouth was dry and his forehead was wet. He watched Katzen as the round-shouldered young man followed the flashlight beam into the glare of the headlights. About five yards in front of the van, he stopped and shined the beam around the road.

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