It took the sergeant and the corporal about thirty minutes to complete the job. They broke in, hacked into the computer, and copied all the files. When they were done, the corporal downloaded a virus into the system that locked the whole facility down. It took them about six weeks to determine what he had done to the system.

The team made it to the pickup spot ten minutes before the Chinook reach the destination. Jamal handled point as the sergeant then the corporal was raised up into the hovering stationary Chinook. After a brief postponement, Jamal was hoisted up and the Chinook took off for the home base. Jamal started to sit by the corporal but the corporal was acting as if Jamal was some kind of deranged psychopathic killer.

‘You did not have to kill them. You could have tied them up or just knocked them out. Man, you are sick,’ he said. Jamal just closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Jamal felt someone’s hand on his shoulder as he slowly opened his heavy eyelids. ‘Time to unload. We are at Fort Nabahood.’ The pilot said.

It was approximately 0600 and Jamal had something he really needed to do. The team unloaded and they returned their weapons and equipment. The sergeant said, ‘ I will see you guy at debriefing at 1900. I am going home to get some sleep.’ He started his Dodge and departed.

The corporal mounted the Harley took a long stare at Jamal. He shook his head and started his bike. ‘Man, you got some serious issues,’ were the final words he spoke to him that night.

At 0800, Jamal knew precisely where he would be. At 0400, he runs five miles from the NCO mess hall to the parade ground. At 0600, he trains the base self defense classes. So right around now, he should be just coming into the office. Jamal sat in the Ford as the sergeant major’s maroon convertible Jaguar sped into the parking lot. He tarried a few minutes before he entered inside the office. Jamal gradually exited the truck and carefully opened the door of the office. He was carrying his backpack with him.

As Jamal entered the tranquil office, the sergeant major had his back to the door. ‘Good morning, Sergeant Major,’ Jamal abruptly spoke. The haggard sergeant major turned in his leather chair and just looked at Jamal over his glasses. ‘So, private, did you have the guts to carry out your mission,’ he inquired.

Jamal emphatically reached into his backpack to retrieve the two bags. He opened them and dumped the rank despicable guts on the desk. By this time, they had developed a very disgusting foul order and it immediately permeated the entire office.

‘Here they are, Sergeant Major. You tell me.’

Jamal was docked one-month pay for that stunt, spent three weeks in psychotherapy, and wasted an entire day cleaning up mess in the sergeant major’s office.