The beast showed himself. Though it was fleeting I was able to make a positive identification. Over the next few days I took to the future field of warfare and sought out his lair. There were many places there that looked promising though no defining evidence was to become apparent. I amassed my weaponry and began my preparation for battle.
I set aside both the Woodland Camouflage BDU’s and the Natural Gear with pine camouflage clothing. This I laundered with no-scent detergent and then sprayed it all with scent-lok. The Columbia hunting boots with Gore-tex lining were brought forth and prepared. I decided on the OD green Jeep cap over the ski mask because I also retrieved my camo face paint.
While preparing for a long and protracted battle I was mentally preparing myself by putting myself in the beast’s frame of mind. Were I a beast of his ilk where would I hunker down during the day so as not to be discovered, I asked myself over and over. Were I this beast what avenues of infiltration would I prefer? Would I rely solely on the lay of the land or would I just take to the cover of night? These questions and more plagued me during my draw down of equipment and gear. Next came weaponry. I considered the 12 gauge riot gun loaded with 00 buckshot and the M16 and a few thousand rounds of SS-109 steel core ammo and the M1911 as a back up loaded with some good old fashioned 230 grain hardballs. That is an awful lot of POW’s (Personally Owned Weapons) to carry so I considered some well placed incendiary IED’s along with a Danger Close air strike but then I remembered all the paperwork involved and chose against it.
So last night before retiring I set some booby-traps. I decided on a Hiram Maxim design. Now I know he is best remembered as the man who invented the Machine Gun but he is also credited with a very good booby-trap known to be quite effective in situations like mine. I only set two of them just to see if the beast would ‘take the bait’ so to speak. When I awoke this morning I found the bait had been stolen over night and only one of my traps had worked as designed but alas it triggered too early thus allowing the bait to be stolen and surely it will be used against me. A wiley beast he is.
It appears this enemy is not as backward as I first thought. So today I am setting myself to the task of redeploying the booby-traps and this time I’m going to set six instead of just two. There is strength in numbers.
If this technological warfare fails then I am going to be forced to use my chemical stockpiles. I will have to break into the stash of Agent Orange and poison the beasts food supply and hopefully force him out into the open where some light grazing fire and a burst or two of concentrated three point anti-beast fire should dispatch him with extreme prejudice.
Please excuse me while I prepare for this evenings battle. I have sniper posts to scout out and machine guns points to set and I need to set my perimeter with land mines and Claymores and concertina wire. I also need to do some forward scouting so as to have correct targeting numbers for the Artillery.
I shall return with the head of the beast or I shall return on my shield! So say I.