A Belgian FN -Fal rifle, 7.62 MM
Written by Eric Helm
When warfighter Harry Wickham and his operators parachuted into the Latin American Republic of Moncado, the mission wasn't about money and wasn't about blood lust. It was about exacting revenge in blood.
Site Alpha: Florida Everglades
From inside the perimeter wire Harry Wickham peered out towards the flat-black, painted C-130-J cargo plane parked on the tarmac that patiently waiting for he and his team.
Years before, when the CIA had given up on harassing Fidel Castro, the backwater airstrip on Blackwater Sound had been abandoned. The facility remained on the GSA books for years afterwards, but without a dime in the budget for even the most rudimentary upkeep, the facility deteriorated. Sun-weathered grass sprouted between the expansion joints separating the big concrete slabs of runway. Not even drug smugglers touched down. Gone was the massive antenna farm formerly used by the Army Security Agency to eavesdrop on Cuban military radio operators. Scavengers had trespassed in broad daylight and stolen the thick gauge copper antenna wire from the AN/FRD-10 high-frequency direction-finding arrays and sold it for scrap. Over the years the buildings were shot-up by drunken gator hunters passing through on their way home from the river of grass.
But with changes in global politics the covert facility was reborn. At the southern end of the runway, immediately adjacent to the recently refurbished hangar where the C-130-J was parked, resided a newly constructed isolation compound. Whitewashed concrete block buildings were surrounded by razor sharp concertina wire reflecting shiny and bright in the South Florida sunshine. The outside perimeter was patrolled by trigger-happy rent-a-cops riding around on four-wheel, camo-painted ATVs. The cops were just itching to set free their vicious dogs on anyone stupid enough to ignore the warning signs:US Government Property No Trespassing
Nestled inside the five-acre barbed wire enclosed compound Wickham and five other men were isolated from the outside world. No one came in. No one went out. There were no cell phones, no land lines and no radios. In isolation Wickham and his team meticulously planned the details of the assassination.
Pending publication March 2018