With that, the men and women of the team stood amid the squeaks and squeals of their chairs scooting on the concrete floor and departed to their makeshift barracks inside the warehouse. Staying behind as usual, were Greg and Alex. They needed to do some further debriefing on the previous night's raid. The raid had gone far better than expected given the loss of Vik and several vehicles. The vehicles were of little consequence. They would just have to procure some more. Vik, on the other hand, was a very good man - a natural leader who had been on every one of the previous eleven missions. His trained replacement would arrive in less than 48 hours, but it would take some time for the new person be fully integrated into the well-oiled team.
Their discussion revolved mostly around the sudden arrival of the local police as the operation was ending. Though they had been monitoring the scanners during their destruction of the Baptist church, who's congregation was entirely black, and the subsequent killing of the preacher and some aids, the patrol officer arrived as they were getting back into their vehicles to leave. Both Greg and Alex agreed that, though unexpected, the arrival of the police and the subsequent 30-second shootout, the media attention given to the dead police officer and their team's escape would have greater effect to their longer term goals. To the best of Greg's knowledge, this was the first time since Operation Paint Dry began three months prior, that any team involved with the operation had been engaged by police. Part of their explicit orders were to avoid police and military, and to cancel or immediately terminate any operations if police presence or response was expected before they could vacate the area.
Alex pointed out that it was likely that the officer had been able to radio a description of their team and vehicles, before he was killed. The team had also left behind a significant amount of spent brass casings from their AR-15s. Though they had destroyed the vehicles when they abandoned them, Greg and Alex discussed whether or not they should ditch their current AR's and commercial camouflage hunting clothing. After a brief discussion on the matter, they decided that they should maintain the "tree-patterned" hunting clothing to keep within their operational orders of the militia persona, but switch out the AR's to avoid any forensic evidence should they be captured.
The next morning, new AR's were issued to each team member from a cache hidden in the warehouse among the thousands of boxes of merchandise that were shipped out of the facility daily. The returned AR's were sold off on a free gun sales website. One of the logistical members of the operation would pose as an individual selling the guns, one at a time. Each time a new gun was listed, a new profile was created. Each profile had a different IP address since the "seller" used a VPN to access the internet. They had used this method before to sell items on various websites, with good results. Normally the team would sell their "unused" guns via a licensed FFL pawn-shop front operation that the team employed for most of their procurement needs. But with these guns being considered hot, it was better to be more anonymous in casting them away. Further, if the police ever did come in contact with one of these "murder weapons," as it would be referred to in court, it would likely be in the hands of a person who called themselves a "patriot." This alone would keep the focus off of them, and shine the light on other movements.
Yes, the vitriolic nature of America was well suited for Operation Paint Dry. Greg's team, along with dozens of others across the country had been able to hit political offices, low level government buildings, banks, assassinate individual high-ranking employees of the IRS, EPA, GSA, and many other federal government departments. The teams had also been able to do some damage to the electrical grid in some outlying areas. One team in Los Angeles was given the task of taking out as many street gang members as they could find, and in as high profile a manner as possible. Greg had heard that in just three short months they had killed over 300 gang members, and more than double that were dead at the hands of other retaliating gang members. LA had become a shooting gallery and the citizenry were starting to flee the city. Lately, many of the teams had been hitting churches with black congregations as well as mosques.
It was always important to hit while the hitting was good, then change tactics and targets before the police and feds could get a bead on the pattern. The teams moved all over the country with advance units that took care of all of the surveillance, mapping, transportation, and internal and external security. All the teams had to do was the dirty work for a few days or weeks, then move on. Greg's team was about to move on, but they had one more target and then they would be three states away. Their next target was a pair of outlying small farms. This was to be a retaliatory strike for the burning of the church, and would be one of the few times they would not wear their commercial tree-patterned camouflage. Instead they would wear oversized shirts, jeans, and bandanas over their faces. Though they would have their AR-15's with them, they would use 9mm pistols and 12 gauge short-barreled shotguns exclusively for this operation. The logistics team had stolen some vehicles for the team to use from a city in the next county. Alex reported back to Greg after personally inspecting them. He had said they were perfect for the job. The mid-eighties Chevrolet Caprice had 22" chrome wheels and dark tint and ran excellent. The van was as plain as one could get, and most of the support team could ride in it, while the Cadillac Escalade would be the perfect vehicle for him to ride "in luxurious comfort" to the operation.
Two days later, during the mission briefing, the recorded news stories were replayed and analyzed. The room erupted in laughter when the news reported that "dozens of white militia men dressed in hunting-style camouflage, carrying machine gun assault rifles had murdered five people, including a police officer, and had escaped." What made it funny to the team was that their were only nine of them, not "dozens," as had been reported, and the rifles they used were not "machine guns." What had been even funnier to the group, assembled in the small makeshift conference room tucked into a corner of the massive warehouse, was the speculation that "one of the group was possibly a woman," as reported by the talking head on the TV. Though two of the nine member team were women, they had short cropped hair and were generally unrecognizable as women under such circumstances. Only Alex, a small but powerful man, had long hair, which had somehow come loose from its ponytail and was free flowing when the police officer had arrived on scene and engaged the team in a firefight. The team's executive officer got a good ribbing about his girlish looks for several minutes.
After Greg quieted the team down, he lamented the loss of Vik, and was getting ready to introduce the new team member who had just arrived. The team replaced any lost members by taking out an add in the local newspaper. The ad was for an experienced overhead crane operator, of which their were none in the small city. It was a code that was read by another logistics team who then provided the new member. The standby members were highly trained and could quickly be integrated into any team at any time. This was one of those times.
The door opened, and in walked the newest team member. Greg made the introduction, "This is our new team member, Damon."
"Привет. Я сожалею, что услышал о Викторе." (Hello. I am sorry to hear about Viktor) Said Damon in a quiet Russian voice.
"DIMITRI!" Alexei yelled in the most authoritarian voice he could muster, while at the same time quickly drawing his Glock 19 and pointing it at Dimitri's head. Calming himself, Alexei's face relaxed and he tilted his head slightly, and speaking it a measured and softer tone he stated, "…I mean Damon. We may be good friends, but if you speak in your native tongue ever again, I will send you back to the homeland in a body bag."
The Spetsnaz team never flinched. They all knew if Alexei failed to do it, Grigory or one of the other team members certainly would, friend or not. They had come too far now to be compromised. America was beginning to fall apart. The stitching of the overburdened seams was being cut one strand at a time by the dozens of independently operating Spetsnaz teams. Some had been imbedded in the US for decades, while all the others had been raised speaking english without any sign of an accent.
They knew better than the Americans. The Americans had been fed propaganda for so long that they couldn't see the truth. Americans thought they were integrated. Though they may live in the same cities together, they were never mentally integrated, and never would be. It was an impossible socialist dream that was now being exploited.
The Russians could see what the Americans could not. The races were taught to hate each other, one being an extraneous burden on the other, and vice versa; rural and urban America are at odds; the religions still do not agree, politicians have created divisions in politics that never existed. Republicans hate Democrats and vise versa, yet they are the same evil with different names. Conservatives and Liberals are at odds because they believe there is a political difference, and therefor a political solution. But their isn't one. Every American plays the blame game. Just like a new president blames the outgoing opposition president for the ills of a country, individuals blame their ancestors, or neighbors, or politicians, yet never look in the mirror.
It is only because of these festering ingrained psychologies of Americans, and their refusal to admit they are not integrated, that the Russians are able to use it against them. Grigory knew the successes of their team and the others depended on this underlying manufactured hatred and distrust of one another. He knew that taking out a black church while dressed like white rural hunters that formed into a race hating militia was only possible because America's government and entities like the ACLU, SPLC, and NAACP, along with many other black-faced talking head personalities said that is how blacks should feel about whites. Their later raid on white farmers by what will look like black and hispanic gang bangers from the city will only be successful because that is what the rural farmers have been trained to believe by media and talking heads.
Success for the Russian Spetsnaz teams is to use American's ideologies and idiosyncrasies against themselves. All they had to do was look the part that the media sold Americans over the decades since communism invaded the shores of America in the 1960's. It wasn't hard - pick a side, look the part, then attack the opposing side, then switch sides and do it again. Do that enough times, and the Americans will be fighting amongst themselves without any further input. It is only possible because of the denial Americans live in.
Grigory knew that after this final "race war" raid on the farmers that their next targets, three states away, were the rich and the poor. That operation would be the easiest of all - almost fun for the team. They would target several ultra-wealthy campaign financiers and their families who lived just a stones throw away from some of the poorest neighborhoods in the city. He knew the wealthy snobs felt safe behind their gated compounds with roving rent-a-cops and high tech alarm systems. He knew their perceived safety was nothing short of more denials of reality. Why else would they live behind such security measures unless they were afraid of something? It is not wild animals they are afraid of; no, it is wild people - poor people. And Grigory planned to deliver on that fear with his team (and several other teams added in for effect.) Like any other operation, they would be actors of the part: disheveled, smelling dirty and rotten, carrying bats, pipes, and machetes. They would beat to death any rich person they could find with overwhelming angry ambushes and then move on.
But for now, he had to get everyone ready for the farmers. Though he expected the operation to go as smooth as all of the previous ones, he knew those farmers likely had guns, and would use them if given the opportunity. He didn't plan on giving them the opportunity. Pre-operational intelligence suggested that both of the targeted farmers kept all of their guns unloaded and locked in combination safes in order to be in compliance with the laws of the state. The farmers were going to be easy prey for the Spetsnaz's version of ethnic city gang bangers. Grigory thought he might even try to hold and fire his pistol gang style, like he had seen in some American movies, just to make it more "authentic."
Grigory "Greg" Asimov drew his Springfield 1911 pistol and turned to the small mirror on the wall and pointed it at himself. Then he rotated the gun sideways to admire the appearance. After a few seconds he muttered quietly to himself, "Глок будет выглядеть лучше." (a Glock will look better.)