Juliet Papa Down (JDB)

"Hotel, this is Foxcat 6."
"Go ahead, Foxcat 6."
"Tango is visible, 2 clicks northwest from current location."
"Roger that, Foxcat 6. Is Icepick in position?"
"Hotel, this is Icepick - where good to go. Waiting for the green light."

Just as they rounded up, a loud crack was heard and the target fell to the ground.

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"You good to go, Friday?"

     "All set, Smokee," he confirmed with a nod. "Can't believe where being wasted on this bullshit."

     "Don't worry, brother. Someone's gotta do the dirty job. Some people plan the plan, we execute the plan," Smokee replied, tapping Friday on the shoulder.

     "Still, I hate this part of the job," he grinned, looking through the scope of his CheyTac M200 Intervention. "Round is hot, disengaging safety. All set."

     "Foxcat 6, this is S&F - we are all set up here, how are you SEALs doing down there?" Smokee chatted on the comm, speaking through his headset mic.

     "Hello gentlemen. We're getting in position. Icepick is blended in the crowd, all in civil clothes. Those new MP7s really helps out," Foxcat 6 replied.

     "True. Concealment. You gotta love it," Friday confirmed. "Icepick, target Juliet Papa is on the stage. Any news?"

In the huge crowd of screaming teenage girls, Icepick 6 - the leader of the team Icepick - tried to get his message through. "Icepick 3 and 4 are on the stage, ready to execute. Guns are hot."

     "Copy that, Icepick 6. Keep an eye out," Friday ended. The huge stage eluminated, as the pop idol rushed towards the center, standing in front of the cheering crowd. None of these observers could pridict the next following minutes. The opening number began. It was now or never. The sky was pitch black, the full moon shining - but the enourmous show of light made visibilty no problem.

"Icepick, Icepick! We got a tango! Center sector, grid 043. No shot, repeat, no shot. Crowd is too jumpy."      "Roger that, Friday. Foxcat, you hearing this?"

     "Loud and clear, Icepick 6. I'll report to Hotel."

"Hotel, this is Foxcat 6."

     "Go ahead, Foxcat 6."

     "Tango is visible, 2 clicks northwest from current location."

     "Roger that, Foxcat 6. Is Icepick in position?"

     "Hotel, this is Icepick - where good to go. Waiting for the green light."

Just as they rounded up, a loud crack was heard and the target fell to the ground.

"Shit, fuck! Primary target is down. Where did the shot come from?" Smokee yelled, as Friday quickly scanned the sectors, while the crowd scattered in panic.

"Hotel, Hotel - this is Icepick 6. Bieber is down, repeat, target is down. Code Red, execute order 157."

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