SEAL Team Bravo: Black Ops VI - Guantanamo Read Free

redress under American law. Our men are dying, brave men! Some commit suicide, the rest live from day to day, in despair of any possible release."
    "That is unfortunate," Montez responded politely. In his mind, he was thinking the conditions Hamza described were virtually identical to those suffered by most women in Afghanistan and many other Islamic countries. There were the hostages held by Al Qaeda and the Taliban, what about them? As far as he knew, their treatment was worse. Even the Americans didn't behead their prisoners or stone women to death for adultery.
    Isn't cruelty their culture? Fucking camel jockeys. Wisely, he kept quiet.
    "Unfortunate!" Hamza blazed, "It is a crime against God!"
    "Yes, yes, of course. But still..."
    "I can see you are not persuaded, Mr. Montez. Perhaps I can give you another motive to help us. One that will benefit you more than you could imagine."
    The Colombian nodded for him to continue. He smelled money.
    "How would you like to make a killing on the American stock market? Enough to bankrupt many of their major companies on Wall Street, and make you even wealthier."
    "It sounds interesting. How much money are we talking here, how much could I make? I don't deal in small change, Señor Hamza. My business is major league."
    "One hundred billion dollars."
    His eyes bulged. "How the hell could I get my hands on that kind of money? It's not possible. What do you suggest, we rob Fort Knox?"
    "You will not need to rob anything. Do you remember 9/11, the way stocks crashed?"
    He nodded. He remembered it well. A large part of his drug fortune was invested on Wall Street, and he'd lost over a billion.
    "Fucking crooks, I lost a packet."
    "No doubt. But imagine if you had prior notice of the attack. How would you handle your stocks?"
    He smiled. "Yeah, I see. Sell short." Suddenly he worked out the numbers. "Jesus!"
    Hamza smiled. "Sell short, that is correct. I asked my people to analyze the likely performance of stocks after another attack on the scale of 9/11. They estimate profits on a factor of ten. Every dollar you invest will make ten dollars, maybe more. And in the process, you will bankrupt many of America's so-called 'blue-chip' companies."
    "Yes, I see." The Colombian's eyes suddenly squinted in suspicion, "This target you plan to hit, it will be of the same magnitude as the World Trade Center?"
    "Bigger. Of that I can promise you. The plans are already in place. All I need is these fighters to make it happen. These men are all sworn to die for Islam, to become martyrs. That combination of faith and dedication is essential if we are to succeed."
    "Martyrs? You mean suicide bombers?"
    Hamza shrugged. "We call them martyrs."
    "Yeah, I get it."
    He imagined the double blow to the United States. His best customer and his worst enemy. Abruptly, he came to a decision.
    "You have a deal, Señor Hamza, but a word of warning. Don't fuck with me! Don't even think about it." His cold eyes raked the Al Qaeda commander, "Comprendas?"
      "I understand." The Afghan held up his hand, and both men shook on the deal. They talked for an hour about the logistics of getting the craft to the coast of Cuba, but they all knew it was a simple matter. Montez and other drug smugglers had used semi-submersibles for years, and what they didn't know about the sophisticated craft wasn't worth knowing . Carlos entered the room, and his boss glanced at him.
    "All done?"
    Hidalgo shook his head. "Almost. I took care of Manuel, and his wife and son. But the other one, the older girl, she's not there."
    "Find her."
    "Jefe, before I killed him, Manuel told me she's in New York. She's doing a course at Columbia University. The girl is studying something to do with chemistry."
    "I don't give a fuck what she's studying! Find her, and deal with her before she makes trouble."
    "You want me to kill her?"
    Montez considered. "If it is essential, yes, but I'd prefer it didn't happen in New York. Warn her to keep quiet about our