Ghost Recon. David Knight

Illinois, to the naval station in San Diego, California, as HT/FR Knight. He was commanded by MI-45 to go by the first given name David and as a presidential ghost that was not his real name. It was a paper file from the Central Intelligence Agency backed up by the congressional council MI-45 and known to the president. He was an outsider here in enemy territory, and he knew it. That ominous feeling of being unattached to back up support or extraction was fear. If he was discovered, he knew the risk of death but served the council of MI-45 and the president regardless.

      As he walked up to the pier gates, the security force, the Navy SEALs, stopped him at the gate. They ordered him to the ground and searched him. Finding nothing, they arrested him and walked him to the military police car. The military police officer put him in the back of the car and drove him off base to the street and let him go. The warning from the military police was this, “If you come back to this naval base, you are a dead man. Get walking, punk.”

      The crisis was he did not attain the main objective to get on the Acadia undetected. He was stopped on the way in. There were already two team members on board the Acadia. Ghost infiltrated the ship eighteen months earlier from Moscow, Russia. The second team member, Tail Gunner, infiltrated the Acadia twelve months earlier in the San Diego naval yard. They were both undetected. But HT/FR Knight was somehow spotted, also known as Star Gazer. Not knowing how to proceed without a council directive, he walked off into the dark San Diego streets on January 1, 1990, rainy night.

      Chapter 2

      Creeper

      Three days and three nights, HT/FR Knight walked the city streets of San Diego, wondering what to do about not getting onto the Acadia Navy ship. He noticed the creeper following him on the second day. It was a naval admiral in a Lincoln town car, a gray and white town car. The license plate was printed DIA 5. On the second day of this same admiral and DIA 5 Lincoln town car, HT/FR Knight stopped pretending he did not notice the admiral following him. HT/FR Knight wondered why the Defense Intelligence Agency was now following him. Apparently, there was a reason for that. But what it was, he was not sure.

      HT/FR Knight decided to approach the admiral in the town car, a 1988 town car, to see what the problem was. The admiral just sped away down the street and went around the corner. HT/FR Knight went to a twenty-four-hour diner and ordered a cheeseburger and fries with a Pepsi. HT/FR Knight noticed there were a bunch of marines in the diner. Obviously, it was lunchtime for the marines as well. There were two main tables and booths along the diner wall in the diner. Both the main tables had about twenty marines each, and they were watching HT/FR Knight pretty closely—he noticed. HT/FR Knight just acted like he was glancing around the diner every once in a while, trying to act normal and not looked paranoid. And every time he looked up from his cheeseburger, the marines were looking at him. Dressed in his white navy dress uniform, HT/FR Knight pretended not to care or notice the marines staring at him.

      After five minutes of this, the admiral from the DIA car walked in and sat at a booth by the front windows of the diner. He ordered a soda and sat there, watching HT/FR Knight as well.

      HT/FR Knight thought to himself, This is some wickedly strange behavior. HT/FR Knight finished his cheeseburger and fries and asked the waitress for the bill. The waitress told him that the admiral already paid for his meal, and there was no charge. He gave the waitress a twenty-dollar tip and thanked her. HT/FR Knight got up from the table and went to the bathroom and washed his hands. When he looked up in the mirror from washing his hands, he saw five marine gunnery sergeants behind him in the bathroom. They were staring at him from behind him, blocking the exit door to the bathroom. HT/FR Knight pretended this did not bother him and used the paper towel dispenser and dried his hands. HT/FR knight threw the paper towels away in the garbage can and stepped toward the marines.

      He said, “Excuse me, Gunny, just passing through.”

      The marine gunnery sergeants spread slightly to let him pass, and the fifth gunny opened the door for HT/FR Knight to leave the bathroom.

      The gunny holding the door said, “Have a nice day, sir, and thank you for your service to our country.”

      HT/FR Knight walked out of the bathroom and was walking out of the diner when the admiral sitting by the front said, “Hello, son.”

      HT/FR Knight saluted the admiral commanding officer a four star and said, “Thank you for lunch, sir.”

      The admiral smiled and said, “Think nothing of it, son. Thank you for serving our beautiful country. Have a nice day.”

      HT/FR Knight saluted the admiral and thanked him again and walked out of the diner. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the diner, HT/FR Knight had the feeling of being watched. He turned slightly to his left, and in his peripheral view, he saw all forty marines standing by the admiral, staring out the front window at him. HT/FR Knight turned left and walked down the street to the train station and went to Tijuana, Mexico, on the express train.

      The marines asked the admiral, “Is that our boy, sir?”

      The admiral replied, “Yes, that is without any doubt Star Gazer.”

      The marine gunnery sergeant asked the admiral, “Where the hell has he been for the past nine and half years, sir?”

      The admiral replied, “We have no idea, Gunny. He has been gone for nine and a half years, and nobody knows where he has been or what he has been doing or for who.”

      The marine gunnery sergeant asked the admiral, “Now what do we do, sir?”

      The admiral replied to the marine gunny, “Pull him in, in Mexico. And quietly bring him to the United States consulate. I’d like a word with him, and do it quietly, Gunny.”

      The marines and the admiral left for the United States consulate in Tijuana, Mexico. They arrived forty-five minutes later after crossing the San Diego-Mexico border and waited in the consulate for ghost recon marines to bring Star Gazer in.

      Chapter 3

      Force One Marine

      Colonel John Force was sitting in his Pentagon 213 office when the call came in. The receptionist, a Marine One gunnery sergeant, transferred the call to Colonel Force’s office line. Colonel Force answered the phone and got the report that Force One Marines have spotted Star Gazer in San Diego, California, trying to gain access to a Navy ship, the Acadia, but was stopped by the Navy SEALs.

      The Marine One operator from ghost recon said, “They are searching Tijuana, Mexico, for Star Gazer. That was his last known coordinates.”

      Colonel Force said, “Bring him to me immediately as soon as you get him.”

      The Marine One ghost operator said, “We will, sir,” and hung up the phone in Mexico.

      Colonel Force hung the phone up and wiped the tears from his eyes and said, “There is a God in heaven.”

      Star Gazer was missing for nine and a half years since he was kidnapped by the Navy SEALs when he was ten years old. Star Gazer was Marine One property from a special deep-cover black operational unit called Ghost Recon. He was now nineteen years old and a hybrid-production Marine. Star Gazer underwent extensive DNA-structural birth. He was a hybrid with 50 percent human DNA and 50 percent alien DNA from a small gray alien. Star Gazer was a national security threat to the United States of America without Marine One containment units on him. He was a true-trained presidential combat assassin, somewhere in Mexico, walking unattended. Colonel Force sat there in his office chair as a chill ran down the back of his neck. He closed his blue eyes and teared up and wiped the tears from his eyes. The search was about over after nine and a half years of searching for Star Gazer, Tail Gunner, and Ghost. The Marines finally had a lead with Star Gazer, if they could catch him that was.

      Chapter 4

      Hunters

      Ghost Recon picked up on Star Gazer in Tijuana, Mexico, train station and followed him. Star Gazer walked out to the street from the train kiosk. He saw a bar across the street. Star Gazer stepped out