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Unmasked


He stuck his head out And like a chain reaction the trigger was pulled by a very weak limb. The face that slaughtered the innocent shall not live, there was no doubt. We knew the rugged appearance belonged to Him. We had one task To capture, kill if necessary; use our skills The government referred to us as "UBL" but that was just a mask. We, we were people, people designed to kill. We had been summoned to North Carolina for a training exercise in early 2011. Upon arrival we met some of the most skilled operators from the SEAL Team Six. It was a dream team from Heaven, Formed for one purpose; to be a quick fix. To displace fear out of the American people, after the world was stunned By a terrorist attack on September 11, 2001.
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