Time skip to October 1990
[3rd POV]
In August of 2nd, 1990, Iraqi forces, under the leadership of Saddam Hussein, invaded Kuwait. The invasion caught the international community by surprise and triggered the ire of the United States.
The following week, both the United Nations and the Arab League condemned the invasion. The UN also passed Resolution 660, condemning the Iraqi invasion, and demanding the immediate and unconditional withdrawal of Iraqi forces from Kuwait.
The United States was totally against the invasion. While they had supported Hussein in the Iran-Iraq War, they started distancing themselves from Hussein when he started doing things like threatening America's ally Israel. Now he had invaded Kuwait, another American ally.
Furthermore, the invasion made a major impact on oil prices as supply was affected, and speculators predicted the price to continue rising.
"Mr. President, the deployment of our troops in Saudi Arabia has been proceeding on schedule," Secretary of Defense Dick Cheney told the President George H.W. Bush. "Our allies are also preparing their forces for Operation Desert Shield."
Bush nodded, looking over a file describing the operation.
"However," Webster, the Director of the CIA interrupted, "we have been encountering problems. In particular, Apollo Enterprises has refused to let us use their satellites. Those satellites are crucial for gathering and confirming intelligence."
"Don't we have our own satellites?" Bush asked.
General Colin Powell, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff responded, "Those satellites are only capable of intercepting ICBMs, not for intelligence gathering. Furthermore, they're operated and maintained by Apollo Enterprises."
"Is there anything they want from us?" Bush said while rubbing his forehead.
"We tried sir," Secretary of State James Baker answered. "But after months of negotiations, the Chief Operating Officer told us to, and I quote 'fuck off and let her deal with her paperwork.'"
A silence enveloped the oval office as everyone digested the information.
"We may have something sir," Director of the FBI William Sessions said. "While we are pursuing many investigations, one possible path has led us to believe that Apollo Enterprises has been implementing illegal workplace practices."
"Illegal workplace practices?" Bush repeated as the gears started turning, "Can you be more specific?"
"It's difficult to say due to the complexity and secrecy of the matter. There's simply so many documents that we don't have access to. But we're looking at everything from employing illegal immigrants to OSHA violations to tax evasion." Sessions said.
The president contemplated the information he had just learned. Congress was currently passing the Omnibus Budget Reconciliation Act, which would raise taxes. If they could get tens of billions of dollars from Apollo Enterprises, then taxes may not have to be raised, and he wouldn't break his campaign promise. Not to mention the untold amount of money raised in fines.
"Mr. President," Vice President Dan Quayle spoke for the first time, "What do you think we should do?"
George H.W. Bush looked out the window. Apollo Enterprises had tens of billions in unpaid taxes, and control of the satellites that Operation Desert Shield needed. He decided to kill two birds with one stone.
"Sessions, prepare a raid on Apollo Enterprise locations. Seize any documents related to the tax evasion case. Once we secured the evidence, we'll use it as leverage for the satellites in exchange for not criminally charging anyone."
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Just one week later, a stream of black sedans approached the walls of Apollonia. The man in charge was Special Agent John Wolfe. Throughout his career, Wolfe raided cartel headquarters and gang bases. Corporate raids were pieces of cake.
Their first obstacle was the gate. They were met by two security guards on the other side of the gate, armed with assault rifles. To Wolfe's annoyance, their gear looked much more sophisticated than anything the government used.
"Hello fellas!" Wolfe greeted them, "We have a warrant signed by a district court judge that says you gotta let us in to search this place."
One of the security guards received the paper, before crumpling it into a ball and tossing it away.
"We're under strict orders not to allow anyone onto this premises under any circumstances," the other security guard said.
"Listen fellas," Wolfe said, "What you just did there with the warrant can be considered a crime. So, unless you want to spend the next few years behind bars, I suggest you unlock this gate, and let us through now."
The two security guards looked at each other before laughing. "Piss off fed!"
Wolfe turned and stomped back to his car. "Cut the down the gate!" he yelled into his walkie talkie.
A special officer stepped forward to cut the bars around the lock. The bolt cutters failed. The hydraulic cutters also didn't work. Despite the relative skinniness of the bars, not a scratch was made.
After 20 minutes of trying, Wolfe had enough.
"Get back!" he yelled as he grabbed the officers attempting to cut the bars, pulling them back. "Bring in the ram!"
All agents moved their cars aside, allowing an armored car to come into view.
"What the fuck!" One of the security guards exclaimed. "Hey, Carl, contact headquarters."
He then aimed his assault rifle at Wolfe, resulting in the other couple dozen agents pointing their handguns at him. "Call off your –"
Bang!
A gunshot rang out as the security guard collapsed, blood flowing out of his wound.
"Carl, fuck up these …" were his last words.
"Motherfuckers!" Carl yelled before firing at the FBI agents. Wolfe and his agents all jumped behind their vehicles for cover.
"Run them through!" Wolfe yelled in his walkie-talkie, "Run them through now! That's an order!"
The armored car responded. Revving its engine, it accelerated down the road straight at the gate.
As the car came closer, Carl adjusted his aim, firing at the car. But the bullets harmlessly bounced off its exterior.
Boom!
When the armored car was less than 20 yards from the gate, a missile appeared out of thin air and hit the car, turning it into a flaming pile of scrap metal. The armored car continued its momentum, slamming into the gate, which stood strong.
The FBI agents went crazy.
"Where did that missile come from?"
"Did anyone see the source of that missile?"
"Special Agent Wolfe, what are your orders?"
Wolfe snarled. He had no choice. "Pull back, we don't have the firepower for the mission," he coldly stated, "I repeat, all units pull back."
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