It was a long noisy flight to Tilfar. This was a covert operation; therefore, the pilot was instructed to drop the team half a click from the beach. From there, they would have to floating the rest of the way. Jamal was the first to repel down the rope into the dark cold salt water. As the Chinook departed, the team gathered their gear, climbed into the inflatable raft and headed south toward Tilfar and the weapon laboratory.

The Commonwealth of Tilfar’s coasts measured approximately 58 miles wide and measured approximately 70 miles long. On the north side of Tilfar was Tanner and on southside San Monito. To the east of Tanner were the 280-acre Venelan rain forest and the weapons laboratory. The team of well-trained ranger quietly descended one hundred and forty feet down a spectacular granite canyon. The island was hot and humid, but the scenery was breathtaking. As the team entered the forest, they were greeted by a myriad of colorful birds and fragrant plant life. At the very edge of the forest was a mammoth clear-blue freshwater lake. The impressively quiet lake was surrounded by the strong and healthy foliage of the rainforest except on the south side where the weapons laboratory was built. ‘This island would be a good spot to retire,’ Jamal thought to himself.

Jamal was walking point as they slowly exited the amazing rainforest. He took about two steps toward the freshwater lake and that was when he spotted the half-hidden land mines. They were slightly protruding from the thick green Bermuda grass covering ground. He calmly signaled the sergeant and corporal to stop. Then, he showed them the location of the mines. ‘Well, it is to late to turn back now,’ Jamal replied. Slowly and very cautiously, they crossed the rows of land mines.

The inconspicuous team was about a half of a click away from the gray metal weapon laboratory. Jamal signaled to the team to stop and took a long look through the lens of the night vision scope. Just as the report said, the guard shack was located in the middle of the only road into the laboratory. There were two guards on duty. He informed the sergeant of the situation and he was instructed to get his job done. His mission was to secure the guard shack. Then Jamal was to signal to the team that the coast was clear.

This was what he been waiting for. Jamal had been in the Army now for almost three years. This would be the first time he saw any real action. He quickly thought back on the teaching he had received at Fort Benning. Jamal slowly laid his camouflaged frame in the prone position on the ground. Pressing his body hard against the ground to muffle any sound, he carefully crawled toward the wooden guard shack. It took about ten minutes for him to make it there.

As he came closer to the unpainted shack, Jamal silently slipped his Army issued knife out of its case on the side of his pack. He gently positioned the knife between his teeth and continued his slow descent upon the unsuspecting guards. Jamal quickly rehearsed his pending actions over in his mind. One of the guards was proceeding towards him, so he immediately stopped and instantly hid himself in some of the surrounding underbrush.

The armed guard continued to walk in his direction. He stopped about four feet to the right of the ranger. Jamal quietly studied his prey as the old gray haired man unzipped the front of his black pants. The man proceeded to urinate next to the brush where the ranger was lying. As a continuous stream of warm semi-transparent urine flowed from the unsuspecting guard’s heavy veined penis, the ranger positioned himself for the kill. The unsuspecting old guard now had his back to Jamal as he contently continued to relieve his full bladder. This was the ranger’s prime opportunity. In a few remarkably swift and carefully planned moves, Jamal forcefully emerged from his hiding spot, and wrapped his right hand around the butt of his knife.

Viciously, Jamal submerged the tip of the custom Bowie Knife serrated metal blade into the side of the overwhelmed guard’s esophagus. Then, the ranger used the serrated end to slice the trachea into two pieces. Dark red blood spurted from the open wound and quickly drenched the disabled guard’s uniformed. With the perishing guard’s eyes wide with fear, Jamal took his free hand and turned the weak old man to face him. The ranger inserted the blade of his knife deep into the mutilated and battered guard’s stomach.

Jamal made a penetrating semi circle cut on the mortality wounded guard’s stomach. The ranger watched as the horrified guard’s large intestine slipped out between the folds of the cut bloody skin. Jamal slowly helped the dying man to the ground. As the bleeding corpse continued to twitch on the grass, the ranger promptly went to work. After Jamal sliced open the victim’s stomach; rivers of red liquid gushed out from the light pink wound and stained the green grass.

The stench of bile wafted in the air when the ranger cut a section of the semi- transparent gruesome looking large intestines in two. He retrieved a present for someone. Skillfully, Jamal took the liver, spleen, and kidneys. He placed them in a freezer bag, along with the section of the small intestine and hid them in his backpack.

‘That was too easy,’ he said to himself. ‘Time to get my other present,’ Jamal sadistically thought.

The other guard was still sitting in the guard shack. He was ignorant of the demise of his friend. Gradually, Jamal crept to the rear the hut. He could hear salsa coming from the transistor radio. The lackadaisical soldier was about 20 or 21years old. He was dancing with his weapon to the beat of the melody as the ranger silently crept through the open backdoor.

By the time the song ended, he noticed that Jamal was standing behind him snickering. The naive young guard nervously tried to protect himself. However, it was too late. The ranger’s blood stained sharp edged metal blade forcefully plunged into the base of the front of his neck. For just a few seconds, he examined Jamal’s eyes as if to ask, ‘Why?’ Jamal violently rammed the knife further into the perishing boy’s windpipe and watched him die.

The primed ranger disemboweled him as he did the other and placed the second container in his backpack. Upon finishing his job, Jamal snatched the dead boy’s half-eaten sandwich and stuffed it in his mouth. ‘Did your mom ever tell you to finished you food,’ he laughed rudely as he signaled to the team waiting in the forest.

When they reached his position, Jamal was just dragging the deceased elderly man into the security shack. The old man’s abdomen skins waved back and forward as Jamal drugged him onto the wooden floor of the shack. Corporal Richardson abruptly stopped and looked at the revolting sight. He retreated to open door to release chunks of pinkish vomit outside. When the pale corporal returned, he wipes some vomit off his lips and proclaimed, ‘Man, you are one sick mother.’

‘Yeah, I know. Just leave me alone and I will be fine,’ Jamal replied as he retrieved the dead man gun.