Monday, May 13, 2013

DECEPTION POINT by : DAN BROWN (part 2)

DAN BROWN'S "Deception Point" __a chapter of the novel & facts about the DELTA FORCE :

The U.S. Delta Force is the sole fighting squad whose actions are granted complete presidential immunity from the law.
Presidential Decision Directive 25 (PDD 25) grants Delta Force soldiers `freedom from all legal accountability,` including exception from the 1876 Posse Comitatus Act, a statute imposing criminal penalties for anyone using the military for personal gain, domestic law enforcement, or unsanctioned covert operations. Delta Force members are handpicked from the Combat Applications Group (CAG), a classified organization within the Special Operations Command on Fort Bragg, North Carolina, Delta Force soldiers are trained killers - expert in SWAT operations, rescuing hostages, surprise raids, and eliminations of covert enemy forces.
Because Delta Force missions usually involve high levels of security of secrecy, the traditional multitiered chain of command is often circumvented in favor of `monocaput` management - a single controller who holds authority to control the unit as he or she sees fit. The controller tends to be a military government powerbracker with sufficient rank or influence to run the mission, Delta Force missions are classified at the highest level, and once a mission is completed, Delta Force soldiers never speak of it again - not to one another, and not to their commanding officers within Special Ops.

Fly, Fight, Forget.

The Delta team currently stationed above the 82nd Parallel was doing no flying or fighting. They were simply watching.
Delta-One had to admit that this had been a most unusual mission so far, but he had learned long ago never to be surprised by what he was asked to do. In the past five years he had been exterminating terrorist cells working inside the United States, and even the discreet elimination of several dangerous men and women around the globe.
Just last month his Delta team had used a flying microbot to induce a lethal heart attack in a particularly malicious South American drug lord. Using a microbot equipped with a hairline titanium needle containing a potent vasoconstrictor, Delta-Two had flown the device into the man's house through an open second-story window, found the man's bedroom, and then pricked him on the shoulder while he was sleeping. The microbot was back out the window and `feet dry` before the man woke up with chest pain. The Delta team was already flying home by the time his victim's wife calling the paramedics.
No breaking and no entering.
Death by natural causes.
It had been a thing of beauty.
More recently, another microbot stationed inside a prominent senator`s office to monitor his personal meetings had captured images of a lurid sexual encounter. The Delta team jokingly refered to that mission as `insertion behind the enemy lines.`
Now, after being trapped on surveillance duty inside this tent mission to be over.
Remain in hiding.
Monitor the structure - inside and out.
Report to your controller any unexpected developments.
Delta-One had been trained never to feel any emotion regarding his assignments. This mission, however, had certainly raised his heart rate when he  and his team were briefed. The briefing had been `faceless` - every phase explained via secure electronic channels. Delta-One had never met the controller responsible for this mission.
Delta-One was preparing a dehydrated protein meal when his watch beeped in unison with the others. Within seconds the CrypTalk communicator. The other two men watched in silence.
`Delta-One,` he said, speaking into the transmitter.
The two words were instantly identified by the voice recognition software inside the device, Each word was when then assigned a reference number, which was encrypted and sent via satellite to the caller. on the caller`s end, at a similar device, the numbers were decrypted, translated back into words using a predetermined, self-randomizing dictionary. Then the words spoken aloud by a synthetic voice. Total delay, eighty milliseconds.
`Controller here,` said the person overseeing the operation. The robotic tone of the CrypTalk was eerie inorganic and androgynous. `What is your op status?`
`Everything proceeding as planned,` Delta-One replied.
`Excellent. I have an update on the frame. The information goes public tonight at eight P.M. Eastern.
Delta-One checked his chronograph. Only eight more hours. His job here would be finished soon. That was encouraging.
`There is another development,` the controller said. `A new player has entered the arena,`
`What new player?`
Delta-One listened. An interesting gamble. Someone out there was playing for keeps. `Do you think she can be trusted?`
`She needs to be watched very closely.`
`And if there is trouble?`
There was no hesitation on the line. `Your order stand,`
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