13 Hours: The Inside Account of What Really Happened in Benghazi (13 page)

Within minutes of the attack, the seven Americans at the Special Mission Compound were thrown onto the defensive and separated into three locations: Two Benghazi-based DS agents, Alec Henderson and David Ubben, were locked
inside the TOC; two DS agents from Tripoli were barricaded inside the Cantina with a local guard; and Ambassador Chris Stevens, communications expert Sean Smith, and DS agent Scott Wickland were left to fend for themselves in the villa’s safe haven.

The armed invaders had gained the upper hand with a surprise assault. Now they roamed freely through the dimly lit Compound, firing their weapons and chanting as they approached the buildings in packs, destroying what lay in their paths, some stealing what they could carry, all trying to find the Americans.

Immediately after Alec Henderson’s initial call for help, the two-way radios scattered throughout the Annex snapped to life: “All GRS, meet in the CP.”

The radio call came from the GRS Team Leader, calmly but firmly ordering the operators to muster in the Command Post, another name for the Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility in Building C. All of the operators were on the Annex property except for Oz, who was still at dinner with the case officer.

Tanto and D.B., unwinding with
Wrath of the Titans
, switched off the movie, rose from the couch, and began to gather themselves. Tanto, relaxing in cargo shorts, didn’t think the radio call sounded especially urgent. He figured they were being hauled in for a routine dressing down, having somehow pissed off their bosses. It had happened before, such as the time Tanto hung a photo in the Command Post of actor Robert Downey Jr. from the movie
Tropic Thunder
, captioned with a line from the movie, “Never go full retard.”

“Hey Tanto,” D.B. asked, “what’d you do now?”

Tanto wondered the same thing, but he wasn’t worried. He figured he’d take his licks and return to the movie.

Less than twenty seconds after the first call, the radio sounded again: “We need GRS in the room. NOW!” The tone was altogether different.

Tanto and D.B. caught each other’s eyes. “Shit, something’s really happening,” Tanto said as he moved toward the door. Unaware that American lives were in danger, Tanto grew excited by the prospect of a sudden night move: “We’re gonna get to do something fun tonight.”

Tanto glanced at his wrist. No matter what anyone else would say later about the attack beginning at 9:42 p.m., Tanto was certain his watch read 9:32 p.m. He and D.B. grabbed their kits, including lightweight machine guns in addition to their pistols and assault rifles. They jocked up and moved toward Building C.

The operators hustled, swiftly but not frantically, to avoid panicking Annex workers who hadn’t trained to be calm and collected in battle. The GRS Team Leader met them outside on the driveway, about halfway to Building C.

“The consulate is being overrun,” he told Tanto and D.B.

In the distance, they heard explosions and gunfire from the direction of the Compound. Tanto heard someone shouting in Arabic on a megaphone. He couldn’t make out much, but he could hear the distant amplified chant: “
Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
”

Still naked in his room, Jack set aside his laptop when he heard the first muster call. He hadn’t begun typing his nightly e-mail to his wife, but he figured he’d do so after
a short interruption. At the first call, Jack began to dress, pulling on his jeans without underwear.

His roommate, Tig, in nightclothes, slid on flip-flops.

“Hang out here,” Tig said from the other side of the hanging blanket that divided their room. “I’ll see what’s going on.” Tig stepped outside. As he did, he heard the second muster call and ran across the driveway to Building C.

“Hey, State is under attack!” the Team Leader told Tig, who immediately turned and ran back to Building D. He found Jack shirtless outside.

“The consulate’s getting attacked,” Tig said. Both doubled their pace, pulling on civilian clothes then jocking up with a full array of weapons, armor, chest rigs containing ammunition, helmets, night-vision goggles, and other equipment. They also carried personal medical kits, with clotting agents, sterile Kerlix gauze dressings, and tourniquets already unwrapped so they could be applied with one hand if the other was injured, blown off, or holding a gun. That was among the tips that Rone had reinforced during his medical training exercise.

As the operators prepared to move out, each grabbed his individual go-bag, stuffed with items including a compass, a GPS unit, extra ammunition, a flashlight, batteries, and in some cases their diplomatic passports.

Jack popped in his contact lenses, but he did so too quickly and they weren’t oriented correctly. He left Building D with blurry vision.

From the TOC at the US Embassy in Tripoli, Deputy Chief of Mission Gregory Hicks called the Operations Center at the State Department in Washington to report the attack
and let officials there know what response was planned. Then he made a flurry of calls to Libyan officials. Hicks called the chief of staff to Libyan President Mohamed Magariaf to inform him of the attack and ask for immediate help. He made a similar request to the chief of staff of the Libyan prime minister. Then Hicks called the director of the Americas Desk at the Libyan Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Abdurrahman al-Gannas. Less than three weeks earlier, al-Gannas had held Chris Stevens’s hand in Tripoli as they shared the honors at the Consular Section ribbon-cutting ceremony. Now Hicks wanted al-Gannas to repay Stevens’s friendship by helping to save his life.

During a phone call between Hicks and Bob the Annex chief, they agreed to mobilize a response team consisting of American operators based at the embassy in Tripoli. One team member would be former Navy SEAL Glen “Bub” Doherty, who’d be joining his friends Rone, Jack, and Tanto. Hicks and other Tripoli embassy staffers went to work chartering a small Libyan commercial jet to fly the reinforcements to Benghazi.

Meanwhile, the embassy’s defense attaché called leaders of Libya’s Air Force and other Libyan armed forces, seeking help. The defense attaché also regularly updated officials in Washington and the US military’s Africa Command, known as AFRICOM. Embassy staffers called officials at Benina International Airport to ask for logistical support and cooperation, in anticipation of the arrival of the operators from Tripoli and an eventual evacuation of all the Americans from Benghazi.

David McFarland, the embassy’s political section chief, had just returned to Tripoli after ten days in Benghazi as the Special Mission’s acting Principal Officer. McFarland
called his militia contacts and trusted Libyans who worked various jobs at the Compound, to urge them to repulse the attack with overwhelming force.

Calls also went out from the American diplomats to leaders of the 17 February Martyrs Brigade militia, officials at the United Nations, and diplomats in friendly nations’ embassies in Libya. Hicks then called Washington with another update.

At 10:05 p.m. Benghazi time, or 4:05 p.m. in Washington, the State Department Operations Center issued an alert to the White House Situation Room, the FBI, and the Office of the Director of National Intelligence, among other key government and intelligence agencies. “US Diplomatic Mission in Benghazi Under Attack,” it said. “[A]pproximately twenty armed people fired shots; explosions have been heard as well. Ambassador Stevens, who is currently in Benghazi… [is] in the Compound safe haven.”

Within five minutes of Alec Henderson’s first mayday call from the Compound, Tanto, D.B., Rone, Tig, and Jack were jocked up and assembled outside Building C. They talked among themselves, asking each other if anyone knew how many Americans were on the Compound and what kind of weapons were there. The answer: seven Americans with light weapons. From the gunfire and explosions they continued to hear, and from the reports of perhaps several dozen attackers, the operators knew that they’d be dealing with what Tanto called “a substantial force.”

Tig told the GRS Team Leader they might want to drive
up a narrow, rutted dirt pathway immediately west of the Annex, which the operators called “Smuggler’s Alley,” because it would lead them directly to the Fourth Ring Road and the Compound’s back gate. But the Team Leader said he’d heard from the DS agents that they thought the Compound’s back gate had been breached, so the operators should pick another route.