[b][i]CHAPTER 1[/i][/b] Kaleb Bryan absolutely despised planes, he hated their frailty. One component goes missing and then you have a crisis on your hands. Whether it was a small piece of wing going missing or the control panel malfunctioning, or hijackers flying them into buildings. Planes may be complicated to control, but they were easy to break. He had dealt with 10 deployments across 6 out of 7 continents, and served 17 years in the armed forces, 11 of those years were combat deployments with Delta Force, where he had seen and caused his fair share of death. Now, he was flying to Washington, D.C. to pitch an idea that he had only heard about in Tom Clancy books. An International Antiterrorism organization drawing from the best Special Forces units in the world. He re-read the letter he had wrote to them, they had offered him a hearing of sorts to pitch his idea in person. The letter, though, was what started it all. [i]To the Director of Homeland Security, The Director of International Affairs, and the President of the United States, Hello, my name is Kaleb Bryan. I have corresponded with all of you in the past, given that I help run the elite military unit known as Delta Force, where I work as a counter-terrorist operator. Given recent events involving the hostage crisis at the Trevi Fountain in Italy, and the time required to deploy to that location, I would say that we should create an international Anti-Terrorism organization so that we can more efficiently counter these radicalist attacks on the innocents of this earth. The director of the program would be Ex-SEAL James Lochner, who is now an CIA Intelligence agent, I think he would enjoy the change of pace. Selection would draw from Delta Force, Navy SEALS, British and Australian SAS, GIGN, FBI HRT, KSK and many other Elite Special Forces units across the globe for an efficient fighting force. For base of Operations, I would recommend one in the Eastern Hemisphere's Western Coastline or the Western Hemisphere's Eastern Coastline. Thank you for taking the time to read this letter.                             Sincerely,             Captain Kaleb Bryan[/i] He finished, thinking about how he had used all the right language, acted civil and nice, he acted like he had already won the argument and gained permission, displaying confidence to illicit a response of trust and respect towards him, he had pretty much won the argument already. They just didn't know it yet. He smiled as he laid back down in his chair, going to sleep for the last hour of the flight. ___________________________     Ulrich Achterberg sat in his office in Berlin, twirling a pen around in his hands, he was the director of the KSK, and he had received a letter asking for 4 specific members of his top unit. It was supposedly for a new international antiterrorism organization. He was reluctant. He pulled up the profiles for his men, it would be a pain to lose men of such potency, but at the same time, they would be heading into a place where they could use their abilities to the utmost effectiveness. He exited his office and started to walk down to his car, he slid into the driver's seat, and proceeded to drive to the nearest operator's house. He walked up and knocked on the door. The man answered, his large build and height blocking off most of the door. "Hallo, Herr Achterberg , was führt Sie hierher?" Jaeger Armbruster says , wondering why his boss showed up at his front door. "English, please. You're gonna be speaking a lot more of it, that is, if you're up for it," Ulrich replies, he was beginning to become rather excited about this idea. The prospect of an organization such as this was tantalizing. "Alright, why would I be speaking english?" Jaeger replied, curiosity beginning to take form in his mind. "Well, Herr Armbruster, you're gonna be heading to the United States, they're putting together a rather potent taskforce," Ulrich stated. The soldier lived alone, and he loved to go to new places, he would jump at this offer, "and you and your top three men are going to be heading to register." ___________________________ John Meyer was a Navy SEAL, one of the best. He also had a rather successful life. He had a wife, a son and daughter, and he had been given the medal of honor for saving about 45 soldiers by clearing out a building of enemy Taliban fighters on his own. He could speak 12 languages, including Latin and Sign Language, and could snipe a water bottle from 2000 meters away. He was, in short, a very talented and gifted man. He was currently sitting on his couch in his two-story house in Maryland watching football, it was Sunday, and he was quite content to laze about today. That was, until he heard a knock on his door. He groaned and sluggishly got up, he was rather tall, 6 foot 2, and he lazily walked over to the front door, and opened it up. "Hello, John, how are you?" Said James Lochner, Ex-SEAL who had trained Jonathan personally. John was, to say the least, pleasantly surprised. He hadn't seen James in 3 years. "James! I'm fine, how are you? And what brings you here?" John replied, immediately standing straight up, which resulted in him hitting his head on the low doorframe, he immediately lowered back down. then invited James in. "Well, it's business that brings me here, John," Lochner replied, walking in and sitting down in the blue recliner chair about 3 feet from the sofa, where John took his seat. "Business? What do you mean?" Meyer replied, curious. Why would my old boss show up after 3 years to talk about business? It must be important. Meyer thought to himself. "John, how would you like to leave the SEALs to become a member of a black-ops antiterrorism unit that has unrestricted access to anywhere in the globe?" James said. At first, John thought that he was kidding, but then, he realized that James never joked about terrorism, he had lost 4 family members and 10 friends during 9/11. "What would this organization be named?" John asked, wondering, that IF he accepted, what to call this group. "Name hasn't been thought up yet. But, we have a possible base of operations," Lochner said, "Oh, and I'll be heading the program." "Who proposed this idea?" "A Delta Force operator named Kaleb Bryan." "Kaleb? I know him! We were best friends from elementary school all the way to graduation!" Meyer exclaimed. He was sold now. He was going to join. "Sign me up, James." "Excellent! We'll be meeting at McGuire Air Force Base, we believe that's where we're going to be based," Locher said, grinning from ear to ear. This is going to be interesting, John thought, starting to question what he would encoutner in this new job. He heard his wife yawning from upstairs, and he smiled, and porceeded to walk upstairs to say good morning, and to deliver the news. "Good morning, honey," John said, sitting on the edge of the bed as his wife, Shelby, opened her eyes, and she pushed her auburn hair out of her eyes. "It feels like one," she tiredly says, her voice all dreamy and tired, "were you talking to someone downstairs? I thought I heard you talking to someone." "Yeah, I was, it was James Lochner, he was my boss back when I first became a SEAL," John said, "He offered me a different Job, I accepted." "Well, what is it?" Shelby asked, a worried looking coming across her face. "It's similar to what I do now, except specifically for countering terrorists. We're gonna be stationed at McGuire Air Force Base in New Jersey." "New Jersey? Really?" "Yeah. You don't have to move with me, if you don't want t-" "Of course I would move with you! You think I'd let you leave Michael and Makayla behind?" Shelby replies. Looking surprised that John had even thought of that idea. John simply smiled and planted a quick kiss on his wife's forehead, then said, "Come on, let's go get some breakfast. I'll make pancakes," John said, standing up and walking downstairs, things were changing, that was for sure. Whether or not it was for better or for worse, he didn't know, he could only hope it would turn out well.