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 bag. Star Gazer looked at himself in the mirror in his uniform, and he hated it, the uniform that was. His bright blond hair was soft, smooth, and clean after the shower. His face and body were washed, and he felt rejuvenated.
He left his motel room and walked to the lobby of the Motor Inn, where there was a twenty-four-hour diner. He sat at a booth on the left side of the diner and ordered a large chicken salsa burrito with a Pepsi. As Star Gazer was sitting there, a massive force of Marines came in and seated themselves at the three main tables in the center of the diner. They saw Star Gazer and almost jumped him to the ground, but they restrained themselves.
The Marine One colonel looked at Star Gazer and said, “Hello, son, what’s your name?”
Star Gazer did not answer the Marine colonel, which was not the normal Star Gazer. He did not even acknowledge the Marine colonel at all. The Marines started to rise out of their table seats, and the Marine colonel waved them back down. The United States Secret Service, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the United States Marshal Service showed up. They spotted Star Gazer and stopped dead in their tracks in disbelief. The federal agents were on an open federal radio channel, and they all called each other to stop. The Secret Service commander got the colonel’s attention, and the colonel acknowledged that yes, it was Star Gazer. The Secret Service commander called congressional agents with a code one emergency sighting of Star Gazer and gave the address and location of the sighting.
The congressional commanders ran from the situation room in the United States consulate in Tijuana, Mexico, to the transport vehicles in the garage of the consulate. They piled in and floored the vehicles all the way fifteen blocks south to Star Gazer’s positive sighting, using the service lights and sirens. They were there in three minutes. The congressional commanders ran into the diner and halted just behind the federal agents. The congressional commanders were pulling pictures out of their files and looking hard at Star Gazer.
One of the congressional commanders said, “Oh my god! It is Star Gazer! What the hell!”
The congressional commander called out over the federal channel and said, “Everyone, hold your position, and do not rush Star Gazer.”
The federal recovery unit was there to back up the