Ghost Recon. David Knight

quietly taking pictures of Star Gazer as he sat there, eating his burrito. The commanders started an open video commlink to the president in the White House combat information center room 215 and quietly informed the White House Marines to get the president on this now. The president was alerted to the situation in the White House cafeteria and rushed into the situation room. With a heavy Marine One guard in tow, they ran into the room and stopped at the monitors. They stared at the monitors for a full minute.

      The congressional commander called in and asked, “Is the president there yet?”

      The president replied, “I’m here, but I don’t believe what I’m seeing. Is that Star Gazer?”

      The congressional commander replied, “Yes, Mr. President, that is Star Gazer. How do you want to do this, sir?”

      The president replied very carefully, “Commander, get him restrained and I mean right now.”

      The congressional commander said, “Yes, sir.”

      The congressional and federal agents were rolling video cameras of Star Gazer’s recovery as it was mandated by the congressional MI-45 guidelines and mandates of their bylaws. The congressional commander slowly approached Star Gazer until Star Gazer turned and saw him approaching. The commander saw Star Gazer looking at him, and he stopped approaching.

      The commander said, “Hello, son, what is your name, and what Navy ship are you stationed on?”

      Star Gazer said, “My name is Star Gazer, and I’m supposed to be stationed on the Navy ship Acadia in San Diego naval base.”

      The congressional agents asked the president if that was true and correct, and the president said, “No, I have no idea what he’s doing there.”

      The congressional commander said, “Son, I need to talk to you. You are not in any trouble, but we need to talk right now, okay?”

      Star Gazer looked down at the ground for a few seconds, then looked at the commander, and replied, “Yes, I know, Commander.”

      There was a collective holy shit from the federal agents and the marines with Star Gazer’s reply.

      The commander said, “Star Gazer, what are you doing in the Navy ship, the Acadia? What is your current mission?”

      Star Gazer replied, “Presidential directive 0375 silence the lambs.”

      Every single marine federal agent and congressional commander all said, “Oh shit,” at the same time.

      The commander whispered into his radio, “Mr. President, did you hear that?”

      The president said, “Yes, I did, and may God be with us today. Get him down now and fully restrain him immediately right now.”

      The commander said, “Star Gazer, I need you to be a good boy and not be combative, okay? Can you do that for me, son?”

      Star Gazer looked at the ground and turned in the booth seat to face the commander, and when Star Gazer looked up, he had tears streaking his face. Star Gazer said, “I’m unarmed compliant and noncombative, Commander Jones.”

      The Congressional Commander Jones said, “That’s nice to know, Star Gazer, because you are very dangerous, aren’t you?”

      Star Gazer nodded his head yes and wiped the tears from his young face.

      Commander Jones said, “Star Gazer, please comply for retrieval, please.”

      Star Gazer just slid out of the booth seat and lay on the ground in the prone retrieval position. After doing that, Star Gazer said, “I surrender, Commander Jones.”

      The president almost fainted and said, “Thank you, God, wherever you are.”

      The Marines got up and started approaching Star Gazer slowly and carefully.

      The Marine colonel said, “Star Gazer, are you ready to go home?”

      Star Gazer whined out almost a yell, “Yes, Grandfather!”

      The colonel said, “Gunny, go easy but carefully. Be gentle.”

      The hybrid ghosts approached their little brother, Star Gazer, easily but using extreme caution and restrained Star Gazer in leg irons and belly chains and cuffed him in front.

      The hybrid Marine ghosts said, “Hello, little brother, welcome back.”

      Star Gazer just cried like a baby. The older hybrid Marines walked Star Gazer to the Marine One Hummer and drove him back to the United States consulate. They placed him in a hybrid containment room on the bottom floor of the consulate and locked him in his room after taking the restraints off Star Gazer. They already had his bed made up on the floor of the holding cell with mattresses, blanket, and pillow. They walked out and locked the door and stood guard over their little hybrid brother and watched Star Gazer as he cried himself to sleep.

      The president watched the Star Gazer transport over and over on replay and wiped tear after tear from his face. The president contained himself for a minute before he said, “I will arrange transport to the Pentagon holding unit on Air Force One, and Colonel Force will be in charge. Thank you, Marine.”

      The president cut the transmission and walked to his room and took a nap to de-stress.

      Chapter 7

      Grandfather Force

      Marine One Colonel John Force got on Air Force One, the United States presidential plane, seat belted up, and yelled at the pilot, “Hammer this thing full throttle now!”

      The pilot replied by revving the turbofan jet engines and releasing the brakes. Colonel Force was seated back in his seat as the jet engines went full throttle, and the plane left the runway bound for fifty thousand feet and San Diego International Airport.

      The president’s plane landed in San Diego four and a half hours later on runway one with a landing clearance level one. The Marines ran off the plane and jumped in the Marine One motorcade Hummers and left for the United States consulate in Tijuana, Mexico. The service lights flashing sirens on, they were inbound to Star Gazer full throttle. The Marine motorcade arrived in Tijuana, Mexico, twenty minutes later and came to a tire-squealing stop in the consulate garage.

      Colonel Force sprinted inside the consulate hybrid containment hallway and stopped at Star Gazer’s room door. He stared at Star Gazer sleeping there in his room with teary eyes.

      Colonel Force said, “Thank you, God. Gunny, get the door open now.”

      The Marine gunnery duty sergeant opened Star Gazer’s room door and backed off. The entire Marine One command force from the Pentagon was there wall to wall in the hallway and inside Star Gazer’s room. Star Gazer was lying on his left side, facing the room door, deep in sleep. When he was awakened by a soft gentle hand on his right rib cage, Star Gazer opened his eyes and saw Grandfather Force Marine One face-to-face after a nine-and-a-half-year absence.

      Star Gazer said, “Hello, Grandfather. I am unarmed compliant and noncombative.”

      Grandfather Force said, “Hello, you beautiful lethal little son of bitch. Welcome home, son.” Grandfather Force lay down and hugged Star Gazer and cuddled with the nineteen-year-old baby hybrid assassin he looked for over nine years worldwide.

      Chapter 8

      MI-45 Council

      The congressional council that funded the Marine hybrid production center got word from Colonel Force that they have Star Gazer in custody, and he is completely compliant. There was a loud roar of “hell yeah” and standing ovation in the congressional buildings during the briefing over secured satellite communications from the United States consulate in Tijuana, Mexico, to Washington, DC. It took the congressional commanders and funders ten minutes to settle down and state their questions to Colonel Force.

      The colonel asked the congress, “Where you want him?”

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