Spada sat back in his chair. “Sometimes, we have to raise our voices to be heard, Dakin.” He gulped his ice water. “You’ve been heard. We–the Department of the Navy and all the security agencies–have been listening. You’re looking at the SEAL Special Ops Domestic Insurgent Force-SODIF.”
Dakin’s pulse quickened. “Sir?”
“You’re not the only one who’s been in the trenches with open eyes, Dakin. Before you do something stupid like resigning your commission and becoming a civilian vigilante, we want to ask you directly–would you do what you do in your Middle East SEAL commando operations but do it in the United States? In many cases it would involve extreme sanction.”
“Sir, it’s exactly what’s needed.” Dakin scanned the others. “Of course, I would, sir: without hesitation, and with strong conviction.”
“In most cases, you would be expected to extract information before any termination of a terrorist operative.” The Lieutenant (Senior Grade) said.
“It’s what I’m trained to do, Lieutenant.”
Spada resumed, “On behalf of this board, I can tell you the Navy SEALs have created such a domestic force. We’re now ready to go operational and tactical. As to where to begin, we’ve identified several jihadists from your list and the lists of others like you. Would you be willing to be a part of our force?”
“Absolutely, sir.” Dakin stood up again.
“Please sit down. I must tell you up front, in order to do our job; we often take off the uniform. You’ll be under Navy orders, Navy pay, Navy scrutiny, and will move around the country sometimes on a moment’s notice.”
“Just like for the Middle East.” Dakin smiled.
Spada returned the smile. “Yes. Exactly. It will be business as usual but here at home. There will be some training to reduce collateral damage to civilians. In fact, we want no collateral damage unless it’s totally unavoidable. And we want no exposure. We operate in complete secrecy. The Navy SEAL Team model will in most cases not be operative. At first most operations will be by single SEAL members relying on Top Secret communications. What are your thoughts?”
“When do I start, sir?”
“You started when I made the offer. LCDR Dakin, welcome aboard.” Spada stood and extended his hand. The others followed suit. “Your orders will come directly.”
“Thank you, sir.” Dakin saluted, left the room, and walked to the seating area facing Pensacola Bay.
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