Star Gazer in San Diego, California, trying to gain access to a Navy ship, the Acadia, but was stopped by the Navy SEALs.
The Marine One operator from ghost recon said, “They are searching Tijuana, Mexico, for Star Gazer. That was his last known coordinates.”
Colonel Force said, “Bring him to me immediately as soon as you get him.”
The Marine One ghost operator said, “We will, sir,” and hung up the phone in Mexico.
Colonel Force hung the phone up and wiped the tears from his eyes and said, “There is a God in heaven.”
Star Gazer was missing for nine and a half years since he was kidnapped by the Navy SEALs when he was ten years old. Star Gazer was Marine One property from a special deep-cover black operational unit called Ghost Recon. He was now nineteen years old and a hybrid-production Marine. Star Gazer underwent extensive DNA-structural birth. He was a hybrid with 50 percent human DNA and 50 percent alien DNA from a small gray alien. Star Gazer was a national security threat to the United States of America without Marine One containment units on him. He was a true-trained presidential combat assassin, somewhere in Mexico, walking unattended. Colonel Force sat there in his office chair as a chill ran down the back of his neck. He closed his blue eyes and teared up and wiped the tears from his eyes. The search was about over after nine and a half years of searching for Star Gazer, Tail Gunner, and Ghost. The Marines finally had a lead with Star Gazer, if they could catch him that was.
Chapter 4
Hunters
Ghost Recon picked up on Star Gazer in Tijuana, Mexico, train station and followed him. Star Gazer walked out to the street from the train kiosk. He saw a bar across the street. Star Gazer stepped out into the street, and the traffic stopped for him and waited for him to cross. There was a light cold rainy drizzle that day, the third day since the marines were alerted to his presence in the United States. Star Gazer went inside the dark low-lighted bar, sat at the bartender counter, and ordered a Pepsi. The bar was almost empty. Only a couple of locals were in the bar playing pool and getting drunk. The bartender was bilingual and spoke pretty good English. Star Gazer asked the bartender where the nearest hotel was, and he said there was a motel only six blocks north of the bar, and it was called the Motor Inn.
Star Gazer paid one dollar and fifty cents for the soda and got up and walked out of the bar. He turned left, which was north on the sidewalk, and walked the six blocks to the motel. He walked across the last street crossing and into the parking lot of a decent motel called the Motor Inn. At least the parking lot was clean and had modern cars in it.
He checked into room 10 on the ground floor, paying cash. He used his military identification card from the United States Navy and went to his room. He opened the door to the motel room and quietly stepped inside and closed the door quickly but quietly. He looked around the room and searched it, finding no way into the room except through the front door or window. He lay on the bed closest to the bathroom wall and took his uniform off and lay it on the front bed by the window. Star Gazer striped off his clothes and shoes and socks and turned the room heater on to eighty degrees. He lay back down on the bed and fell asleep as the heater slowly warmed the room.
After twenty minutes, the room was warm enough to sleep above the covers comfortably. As he was just falling asleep, he heard a car pull up in front of his room. He slid the curtain aside just enough to see a black Chevy Camaro parked there, and a guy walked into the room next door to his, room 9. Star Gazer went back to the second bed furthest away from the door and window and went back to sleep—not knowing the recon marines just went into room 9, next door to his room. There were fifteen Marine gunnery sergeants from Marine One, packed tightly into room 9. They set up communications links to the Pentagon and to Colonel Force’s situation room. They called Colonel Force on military-encrypted phones and told them that Star Gazer was in room 10 at the Motor Inn in Tijuana, Mexico.
Colonel Force advised the Marine One to not let Star Gazer out of their sight no matter what happened. Colonel Force advised the Marines to sit tight the recovery unit Marines, for Ghost Recon were inbound from San Diego International Airport. They just crossed the border and would be there in twenty more minutes. Then he hung up the phone. Colonel Force sat there in his office chair in the combat information center and shed tears about this situation. Star Gazer was a 750-million-dollar hybrid, owned by the United States Marine Corps, a very expensive marine combat assassin, a highly lethal little Marine at nineteen years old. He was six-foot, one-inch tall and weighed solid muscular 255 pounds. The little baby hybrid, Star Gazer, could lift over 5,000 pounds off the ground, an extremely strong 50 percent hybrid.
Star Gazer was irreplaceable to the Marine Corps. As a hybrid, he lived a very long time. He was made to be a Marine One producer, trained in international business and the arts of combat assassin training. He was built to take over country governments and to take over foreign governments. The perfect secret weapons, the presidential combat assassins of Ghost Recon, did the jobs they were trained for around the world. Star Gazer had been missing for nine and half years, along with his twin brothers, Tail Gunner and Ghost.
Star Gazer was the oldest of the triplet hybrid babies. One genetic seed was placed, and three baby hybrids came out. Colonel Force was crying in the combat information center of Pentagon office 213. After the baby hybrids were kidnapped nine and a half years ago, the Marines lost sight of the hybrids and searched the world over for them and never found one of them, not one. Now they had a lead with Star Gazer if they could catch him that was.
Chapter 5
Combat Retrieval Unit 5
The United States Marine Corps had a combat retrieval unit for hybrid recall and containment. The Marine’s armor was printed Marine One combat retrieval unit and Star Gazer hybrid unit 5, in that order on their bulletproof body armor. On the front of their bulletproof Kevlar body armor was the United States presidential seal. The Marines surrounded the Motor Inn in Tijuana, Mexico. There was no way Star Gazer could get through the retrieval unit now. He was fully contained with no way out but to surrender and come in with the Marine combat retrieval unit 5 called Ghost Recon, Star Gazer’s control unit. Marine One combat retrieval unit 5 was comprised of combat medics, Star Gazer’s personal hybrid medics, which were other hybrids.
The commanders were congressional operators from CIOC and SIOC, congressional intelligence oversight committee and senate intelligence oversight committee. And Ghost Recon unit 5 were the United States Marine hybrids tasked at containing Star Gazer, Tail Gunner, and Ghost. Star Gazer, Tail Gunner, and Ghost were the newest and strongest of the Marine hybrid production program. The baby hybrids were well protected when they were in containment. But right now, they were day walking, which meant they were uncontrolled and uncontained. And as presidential combat assassin hybrids, they were extremely dangerous to the general public. That was the reason for the Marine Corps overwatch. The MI-45 congressional council was the funders of the Marine Corps hybrid program, and they wanted their baby hybrids back immediately.
Chapter 6
Recovered
After sleeping for eight hours, Star Gazer got up and took a shower. The hot water felt good in his muscle tissue. He washed his blond hair and rinsed out his hazel-green eyes with the shower water. Star Gazer’s eyes were actually bright yellow, but the alien DNA in him made them look hazel green to everyone who did not know him. The shower water cooled his burning eyes and cooled them down. He had been up for three days and nights, walking the streets. His nap felt good. He felt refreshed and recharged again and wide awake. Star Gazer got out of the shower and dried himself off. Then he got dressed in his Navy dress uniform, the only clothes he had left after the Navy SEAL seizure of his duty
