Briefing: All fighters size up their opponents. To look in their eyes and see the soul; to know the expression on their face when they know a master is before them. There are honorable fighters and then there is the useless ones. In war, it is different. You have the ones who are long range; then you have the ones who cannot hit anything and think the closer they get; the better. A master has no weakness; a fool is totally exposed. The ones who are perfect at war are always at the farthest distance; but the ones least able to hit anything always are tempted by the fallacy of their mistakes; they can become better; the closer they get the better of a chance. We can bait it or we can sit and watch; then eliminate possible suspects or opportunities. When the box is smaller; so is the evidence trail. What do they want now that they could not get before? Scratch off love and peace; scratch off what we have won. There is more on the strategy sheet of this clumsy and obnoxious enemy.
This is an enemy who seeks distance; access, proximity; the ability to terrorize. So we can scratch off all crimes that require large space or gaps. Then determine which one they enjoy most; best at, or give them a hole to run through. If you can wait, then you can lure them; if you cannot, then they won. There is no reason to come close when you are in a submission hold from a distance. A master will recognize the range and take them on the ground immediately for a submission; so they do not get up and try again. This enemy breaks all the rules; they live and abide by no rules or follow any sense of honor in love, peace, or war. Thus, they are weak on crime and it always leads to violence. However, they never leave evidence of struggle or evidence of a robbery. Now the table is turned and they must come close; must. They now will overpower or loose; ask them what their choice will be? We can keep the score as they come closer; so far it is 10 to 0; and it depends on who is telling the story.
Briefing 2, who is this enemy: http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/chi-quinn-parole-side-31-dec31,0,6485835.story
After they breach the outer defenses; you get behind them, never in front and let them guide you to the target. When they enter the core, then you seal it; ask how you get out? 1. In charge of the trial and terrorism prosecution, police, security. 2. It is self defense and you were chasing after some attack; you are a hostage being rescued. 3. You have an alibi or a good explanation; so let’s hear it. We have a 100 per cent positive ID and they still do not know what happened or what evidence was accumulated on them. When you are in a trap; there are very few options or strings to pull; so many people to rescue; and with very little time; deception is the key and the entry doors must be guarded in the core. You cannot leave the core, so you have to defend it with the hostages and the police. Oddly, we were the first responders, not them. Oddly, that roadmap does not belong to them and we have theirs. They must be in danger and have taken immeasurable risk to get so close to the best; this is not kiddy level we are at. Of those limited choices, what was the choice and observation of each of the suspects?
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HOW TO FIGHT THIS ENEMY AND WHAT WE OBSERVED; HOW TO CATCH THEM PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIME AND MURDER SPREE
The game they are playing is called “Where is your General now.” It is a classic game played when captured Kings and Queens. We will try to explain who they are by the strategy and what we did; it is a graphical and metaphorical representation. Let’s pretend what our disguise is. Our disguise is the best; the best sniper and shooter on the battlefield. There is nothing to match, nothing. Our gift is brag and propagandizes this; however, it is a game of deception and mistakes. Our creed and raison deter is what others can do we do three times the distance, one shot only and two if they smarter, and the best position is a birds nest where you see everything. So others know we are legends.
We were monitoring something coming on our position and base; some enemy and very bad casualty rates; to radio back and determine why they were not fighting well or why all of these high casualty. Was it some trap out there? Was it a super enemy? What about their methods and tactics can we learn by observation; to radio back all movements and details. My scope is powerful, I can see everything; nobody is allowed to use it or know how powerful my sight is. It is designed only for me and I do not share my tactics and equipment until retired. So each time our forces moved out; I was sent also; but to trail back and observe. I have orders of engagement I must follow and have missions to accomplish; I am the one who sent them out there.
So we knew it or something was out there. We saw it, it screamed at us all the time, we knew how to sneak up on it and not be detected. I sat there and watched. I watched as our forces did patrols; then I began to see it and see them. They slaughtered indiscriminately. When they were done, they turned their sights on our own forces. Then they made up a story how fierce of a fight it was out there and they took heavy casualties. My base wants to know also so here is what it sounds like, “base to Reece, targets engaged, targets using civilians, targets took out all sides, targets killing their own men, targets killing women and children; base to Reece order to take out confirm?” Base would say negative; and we would talk to them when they came back in.
This enemy out there was really far; if I showed my ability or range; they would fix on my position or know I am the best. So I only watched. Sometimes, I would play with them; to draw their fire and muzzles. I needed a head count. I can hit the button off their shirt and I know this. They are preparing an attack and thinning off our forces. They are drawing and ambushing; to attack base. There are too many of them; I cannot spot their leader or General. However, I spot their field commander. So I concoct a plan.
Each time he picks up his gun; I will shoot it. Eventually, he will know how good I am and how far away I am; three times the distance of the best. I want them to know I am there. They begin to unload on me. I call base each and every time they engage. “Base, they are useless and undisciplined, they cannot hit anything and unload all they have, and they have nothing this range.” So we can scratch the second off the list. The next time our forces go out; we trail and watch them through a scope. Where is their leader? We will wipe them out. None. Scratch the third off the list; their leaders are hidden.
He knows who is out there now and how good; three times the distance of the best he has scene; perfect and 10 for 10; no misses and disciplined. They send their best. One day, I see his flash while our forces were on patrol. This guy is the best I have ever seen. He can hit at half my distance but he also sprays and prays. I can see him now. He is not there the next time our patrol goes out for some reason. I watch to see if they send another one; none. This is a fat, clumsy, and obnoxious enemy. One who at distance is frustrated; to improve, they must come close and be stronger. The danger is imminent when in their range; by numbers but never at a distance. You can see them falling over each other and themselves all day long; unable to hit anything and using strategy to come close; so you lead them, slow them, close down roads, open others, and pick and choose. When they score better; you know you have their leader and General.
They are getting closer. They build up and strength is stronger; they are planning a massive attack. I am sent out there by myself. I choose my time and place. I dig, use the earth and will radio base. “Base this is Reece, I am ready, send them a message.” I wait and they begin to grab their arm and come in numbers. I unload and give away my position. Then at three times the distance, I start toying with them. They circle me and decide not to harm me because I cannot shoot anything. They think I am another idiot and pamper me so long as I am willing to join them. Then I duck in my hole and they are all gone. Where did my buddies go? “Base, this is Reece, they disappeared like ghosts.” They failed to impress me or recruit me. I will try again.
I sit there bored. They do not come back. I start writing songs. I have a pet now. Then one day; an army showed up in their base. I unload but nobody home. I look for their General; none. I go back and play with my pet. Then out of nowhere, they arrive and were waiting. I tell them some jokes and offer them to touch my gun; it is a neat scope, try it. They tell me I am crazy; I agree. I tell base to stop laughing and do not trigger me. When it is quiet and they said what they said before; I duck. They go ballistic and begin to scream “wait, wait… our leader wants to talk.” I tell them I am not here to talk and duck again. They ask me if I have a mental illness; I say no. I duck again and they say, “wait, wait… our General wishes to talk to you.” I say prove she is your General.
It starts to work well so I keep ducking and demanding to see their leader. I am not happy with theirs or how ignorant they are. Then one day, someone showed up in our own uniform. It was the base commander. The base commander was talking to their Generals, shaking their hands. He comes up to me and says it is time to come home; he is my General. I duck and call base; “base this is reece.” When I looked up, he was nowhere to be seen. I asked the enemy forces where he went. They tell me they did not know and saw nothing.
Now when I duck, they get really paranoid. Whatever I want; food, water, women, coconuts! They tell me to leave. I refuse and tell them I am insane and want to talk to their leader; their General. Then I begin to show them my skills. I want to join or be recruited if I can talk to their General. Our General is missing and base did not say anything yet. They send a politician and I speak to them. I think it is a trick and act nuts; then they are fed up with the games and begin to ask me some questions.
I tell them, it all depends on how you see the story can you understand how you were exposed. I end up in control of their forces and the enemy command; I stop the attacks on our forces and also obtain all of their plans, goals, and strategies. Then I radio base and tell them it is a more fair fight and I can lie to them all day because they are so stupid and blind. They do not even know who I am and what I am up to; but their men see more clearly now and think it is all just a dumb game so they can get a check and eat. It is so funny how I can literally pretend to be like them when they already know the story. I duck; I knew I had their General now. They have no clue and idea that I am. If they ever question me, I just show them my scope and how far I can see; I show them my skills and they cannot fight I am better. They now know it is me. I can call any of their Generals now; pick their brains, and obtain all of their plans. Is it too late for them?
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