One Hundred and FourteenRussian
Spetsnaz returned to American soil, today striking in Nevada.
What was called a ‘tiger kidnapping’ preceded their attack. A trio of GRU officers – two men and a woman – had long been inside the United States after arriving months ago on tourist visas from several Eastern European nations: neither of them was Bulgarian, Romanian nor Slovak (citizens of NATO countries) as they pretended to be. Their time had been spent in Las Vegas as well as out in the desert expanse north of that fast-growing city, especially around Indian Springs and Creech AFB there. A wait had commenced for a
Spetsnaz team to come up from Mexico where these undercover officers would provide them with all that they needed to complete their task. Two days before the war commenced, the message came that the commandos weren’t coming and the advance team was ‘to hold’. That they did. They weren’t told why and didn’t inquire as to the reason: what would have been the point? Fear came to two of them – not the third – with the worry that the Americans were watching them and ready to pounce at any moment. The female GRU officer was especially concerned and reacted strongly when faced with the attentions of a man at the motel where she was staying. His intentions weren’t what she believed: he had a
thing for Eastern European women, whether they liked him or not. He was strangled to death when he approached her unexpectedly in the darkness – his intentions weren’t noble; he had a knife with him and had twice served prison sentences for sexual assault – and she later had to call her comrades to help bury him in the desert afterwards. They were displeased to discover what they believed to be her overreaction and, unbeknownst to her, had quietly discussed dropping her in that shallow grave with her wannabe rapist before deciding that those back in Moscow might be not pleased. The days ticked away. No word came of what was to happen with them and whether the
Spetsnaz were going to show up. Maybe they never would… Then the orders came yesterday. No long would this trio of GRU officers spend their days watching
Fox News in their motel rooms where they tried to gleam information from that network on how the war was going: what they saw on their televisions was quite the hatred of Russia but also what they perceived as signs of major internal American division over the conduct of the war. Now they were being told that Operation
Ulan (Lancer) was a go. That kidnapping then occurred. Long-watched, stalked in fact, the family of a civilian worker at Indian Springs was taken hostage before he came home. He discovered his wife and two children in the hands of a pair of armed men with knives. The woman in his home too had a gun in his face. They wanted him to do something for them: doing it would mean that his family wouldn’t be killed.
He complied. Today, the way ahead was opened for the
Spetsnaz team. Despite all of the wartime security, there was a way into Creech and the family man did just that. Alas, there was no happy ending for his loved ones. They had seen the faces and heard the voices of their kidnappers. Their husband and father would be silenced for good too, killed at Creech when he had ‘opened the door’ for those who arrived here to murder as many of those who worked at the airbase as possible.
Ulan targeted the drone operators at Creech. There had been difficulties in getting the
Spetsnaz into the United States when they were first supposed to arrive and there had been the intention back in Moscow at the GRU headquarters to call the whole mission off. The commandos had returned to their base camp south of the border after nearly being caught coming in. They could have gone elsewhere and done something different instead of undertaking a delayed
Ulan. However, there had been a re-valuation of the whole mission when it came to the desired end goal. Intelligence information from other sources showed that once the war started, the number of drone operators at Creech increased fantastically. Despite the losses of many of their drones when faced with Russian SAMs targeting them, the Americans – and the British too who had personnel here in Nevada – carried on sending those unmanned aircraft into danger on reconnaissance and attack missions. The drones were flying from European bases yet at Creech they had two-man operations crews (a pilot and a systems operator) for each drone with multiple crews for each. There were large numbers of military intelligence staff present; visiting senior officers were also noted to be coming and going as well. With their operations fully spun up and the Americans relying upon these operations a great deal, it was decided that
Ulan would achieve more twelve days into the war rather than in its opening minutes.
Sixteen men struck at Creech. They had come north using the same ‘rat lines’ like their comrades who’d fought and died at Tinker AFB in Oklahoma had done. Use was made of contacts with Mexico narco-criminals though many of those involved in that, apart from the shot-callers at the very top, had any idea of what was going on. It had been a problem here with these smugglers which had seen
Ulan delayed the first time around when someone senior had been arrested by the Drug Enforcement Agency. The link hadn’t been shut down though: that arrest was part of something else. The
Spetsnaz had crossed underneath the border along a smuggling route, complete with weapons also moved for them by both American & Mexican nationals, and gone straight to their target. Only the briefest of meetings was held with the senior man of that forward team where it was confirmed that someone was going to effectively let them in and it was also confirmed too that he was to die.
The
Spetsnaz got inside.
Several sentries had had their throats slit and no one had sounded the alarm. The Russian commandos went on a kill spree through the accommodation blocks for those military personnel assigned here as well as the command centre. The actual trailers from where the drone operators ‘flew’ their distant aircraft were left alone due to the number of armed guards around them plus all of the physical security to enter each one and get at those inside. The softer targets were chosen instead. It was the early morning and breakfast was being served. Gunmen appeared firing automatic weapons, spaying bullets into unarmed but uniformed military personnel in a mess hall. It seemed like a terror attack for a moment before it became clear that these men were Russians: some would say though that it had all the hallmarks of a terror attack though. Shootings took place in sleeping quarters and then the command post too. Grenade-launchers attached under the barrels of assault rifles assisted with the kill mission in this. The
Spetsnaz were killing and maiming so many of the helpless…
…but of course, not everyone was helpless. Gunfire was returned: even improvised weapons were used. Several Russians went down dead while another was knocked out cold and was quickly bound by his captors. They knew that they had a prize. The reaction force of US Air Force security troops didn’t do as all Russian intelligence said they would do and respond in the fashion they were meant to. The
Spetsnaz were meant to be in and out within five minutes – yes, that was quite optimistic – but were now stuck. They were forced into three groups, each quickly cut off from one another. The way out was barred too. Russian commandos were gunned down one after another. Two of the groups forced a link up yet the third was trapped with no way out. A break was made by the larger group, of nine men, towards their exit route. They ran into gunfire. A gunner standing on the back of a HMMWV with his ‘Ma Deuce’ – a M-2 .50 calibre machine gun – ripped into them with a perfect line of fire. His bullets blew limbs off running Russians and put drink can-sized holes in others. Six men lay dead when the bullets stopped. This cut the heart out of the
Spetsnaz team.
In the end, when the last of the gunfire ceased, ten Russians were dead and two – one of them terribly-wounded – were in captivity. They had faced hell in trying to escape yet given that to those they had attacked beforehand. American casualties were far out of disproportion: seventy-nine dead and six wounded (poison-tipped bullets had been used again so anyone shot would die; those with injuries hadn’t been shot) came in response. One of the dead
Spetsnaz had been hurt but with wounds which he would have survived from: a US Air Force officer picked up the Russian’s dropped rifle and shot the prone man several times in the face and torso. It was an act of cold-blooded murder, a war crime to boot. There would be consequences for him in time even if at first this was overlooked by some and covered up by others. As to drone operations, these were severely disrupted and would remain so for some time too following
Ulan.
The
Spetsnaz team hadn’t gotten out and their GRU comrades abandoned the rally point where they had waited nearby. They escaped across the back country – a man and a woman in the car – and then went back to Las Vegas to meet up with the third member of their team who had disposed of those living witnesses to their activities. Road blocks of civilian police as well as military personnel aiding them missed this escape. They met at a motel again (not the one from where that rapist had disappeared from) and began the process of destroying all evidence of what they had been up to. New identities were issued: two of them were now a Romanian married couple and the third was a Slovak-speaking Hungarian national. They departed, heading to new hiding places away from Las Vegas to wait for new orders.
None of them had believed that the commandos would get out of Creech despite maintaining the pretence that they would. Each was silently glad that they had all been lost. The continued presence of the
Spetsnaz would mean that they would need supporting in keeping them hidden: the plan hadn’t been for them to go straight back into Mexico. Back in Moscow, they had wanted a second attack to be made, a follow-up to
Ulan. That was to have been a strike this weekend at Tonopah where the Americans were bringing their F-117A stealth aircraft out of storage. Retired several years ago, such aircraft hadn’t been sent to AMARC down in Arizona – a place being currently emptied of many other aircraft; A-10s, F-15s and F-16s – but instead kept in climate-controlled hangars at the insistence of the US Congress. That time to use them had come. A fighter squadron was being stood up to see them operated within the coming weeks.
Spetsnaz were meant to go there and kill aircrews as well as blow up aircraft. Gaining entry to Tonopah would have meant the trio of GRU officers aiding that, exposing themselves to danger. All this was due to happen days after Creech was raided and would have made certain that security was at the very highest, even more than it already had been. No viable way in had been selected and there was no one who could be ‘persuaded’ to let them in either. That now was not to be… thankfully.
Homeland Security Secretary Janet Napolitano (no relation to the Italian president) ordered the closing of parts of the US-Mexico border within an hour of the attack at Creech. This would be the death kneel for her political career. Biden asked for her resignation that night. This was the second time that the border had been shut and instead of it occurring from San Diego to Brownsville during August 7th, on August 18th only the crossings through Arizona were closed. Immense traffic jams were at once seen regardless. Every vehicle was searched with the hunt on for suspected Russian commandos. There were several ‘confirmations’ of
Spetsnaz trapped inside vehicles before these were corrected to ‘errors’: a businessman from Phoenix having a bad day had a bad attitude and came very close to having his head blown off due to his supposedly ‘funny accent’. The order came from Napolitano in Washington yet the implementation was in the hands of subordinates within her department, the various agencies under command and also those on the ground. Quite the cock-up occurred. How it all went down wasn’t meant to be this way yet error followed error. Bad intelligence led to the order to close the crossing points and this was quickly discovered. Moreover, in her dressing down from an infuriated Biden, he remarked – as several members of Congress had done – that efforts were going to be made to secure the border those should have been implemented not at the already-guarded crossing points but instead in open areas away from the highways. Just what was going on her department!?
It was believed that at least two
Spetsnaz had gotten away from Creech… the two GRU officers hadn’t been seen from afar driving away. Instead, a trio of innocent Americans in a vehicle were falsely-identified as terrorists and hunted for extensively but those out to kill them if they could locate them. There was intelligence too of a cartel connection, one linked to Arizona and the Mexican border. The pieces were all there but they hadn’t been fitted together properly. What came instead was a bureaucratic mess and institutional idiocy. The whole Department of Homeland Security was in trouble already following that opening Russian attack in Washington where Obama was killed and the perceived failure of domestic authorities to catch those killers of the president. Congress had made sure that Biden’s move to have the military take the leading role in hunting them down, which they successfully did, wasn’t opposed. Admiral McRaven leading Joint Special Operations Command had already received much praise for the success of Task Force Hunter in getting Obama’s killers. The same force was re-tasked to Nevada – not Arizona – soon afterwards with McRaven taking a call from the president where he was told to get those who had got away and do whatever it took in doing so. Not a fool, because he knew how hard the hunt had been for those other Russians, he told Biden that his men would give it everything that they had yet not promised it would be done. This was a wise choice: Task Force Hunter was looking or an armed party of men, not a husband & wife going west and a lone ‘nature photographer’ who’d headed east of Las Vegas.
McRaven would see the president personally later that night, after the phone-call between the two of them. General Casey would bring him to the White House – he knew which way the wind was blowing – to a National Security Council meeting. The Intelligence Community had some interesting information which would concern further operations against Russian
Spetsnaz targeting the United States and their infrastructure south of the border. McRaven would be sending men to Nevada still, but others would be going further afield and outside of America’s borders.