The Kings Of Cool

73

The night is eerie green.

Through Chon’s night goggles.

Monster-movie green.

He rolls out of the APC

(Armored Personnel Carrier) behind his team and rushes toward the compound of two-story concrete buildings where the CIA boys said the AQ honchos are holed up.

Pressing the butt of the M-14 rifle to his shoulder, he keeps it at firing position as the C4 charges blow the gate off its hinges and the team goes in.

Chon has a photo of the AQ asshole that is Target Number One burned into his memory pan.

Mahmud el-Kassani.

Where are you, Mahmud?