—Proverbs Diego Garcia, British Indian Ocean Territory Sebastian looked over his shoulder to see any sign of the ARG. Nothing. They were out there somewhere hiding in the darkness. Operations such as this, while new, were not something that made him nervous, but he couldn’t fight that feeling. He peered through his scope onto the decks of the two MPS ships that were docked. There wasn’t a lot of movement, but he didn’t expect to see much at 0215 in the morning. Sebastian’s sniper team was assigned to provide overwatch for the half-dozen twelve-man teams of Marines and sailors that were coming ashore at 0315 to seize the two MPS ships. Sebastian’s nervousness sprang from the fact that what they were doing was stealing two large cargo ships from an American base. The questions ran through his mind. What if it doesn’t go smoothly or they resist? It was one thing to shoot and kill a Taliban fighter, but to shoot an American Merchant Marine who would be doing nothing but defending his ship just did not sit well with him.
