Sleep-Away Camp for Postmodern Cowboys By Luca Locatelli and Shayla Harris Luca Locatelli for The New York Times War Games: The world's counterterrorism forces meet for a friendly shoot'em-up in the desert. The men of Team America were missing an assault rifle. Everybody pulled a rifle, right, guys? Eric asked. A 38-year-old ex-Navy lieutenant, he had blond hair to his shoulders and a few days" worth of deployment stubble. "We're supposed to have eight," Brian said. He and Eric worked SWAT together in Virginia and sometimes hunted together, too. Brandon, 33, had six 9-millimeter Glock pistols stuffed in his pockets. Carey, a sniper, tried to stifle a laugh. Good thing they don't have a counting event. It was a spring Saturday at the King Abdullah II Special Operations Training Center (Kasotc) in Jordan. The members of Team America were in their barracks after a morning at the range, cleaning their guns so the desert sand wouldn't jam the actions. Kasotc - it rhymes with aquatic - sits in the blasted-out canyon of a rock quarry on Yajouz Road about 15 miles north of Amman. It's a state-of-the-art counterterrorism-training base, with 6,000 acres ringed by sentry towers and razor wire. The sound of gunfire echoed off the limestone cliffs, spooking the sheep on nearby bluffs. Team America were at Kasotc for the fifth-annual Warrior Competition in which 32 teams from 17 countries and the Palestinian territories would compete against one another on mock missions. Organizers have referred to it as "the Olympics of counterterrorism": over the next four days, the teams would raid buildings, storm hijacked jets, rescue hostages and shoot targets with live ammunition, all while being scored for speed and accuracy. It was a stage-managed showcase for the 21st-century soldier - not the humble G.I., but the post-9/11 warrior, the superman in the shadows, keeping the world safe from murky threats. Bill Patterson, a former U.S. Special Forces soldier who oversees training at the base, said, "When you're on that Black Hawk at 2 in the morning, on your way to target, and the bad guy you've been hunting for months is in that building, and there's 25 guys with machine guns and only 6 of you - that's a thrill you'll never forget." Around 11 a.m., two Boeing Little Bird attack helicopters roared overhead, sending the base's resident black tabby scurrying for cover. It was time for the opening ceremony. As the teams gathered on the parade ground, they sized one another up. The Swiss team, the Skorpions of the Zürich Stadtpolizei, looked like off-duty ski instructors in their matching black jackets and mirrored sunglasses. The Lebanese Black Panthers, the SWAT team for Lebanon's Internal Security Force, strutted in black hoodies and combat boots. The Jordanian special ops team stood straight-backed in their red berets, quietly confident in their home-field advantage. And the Russians, a bunch of ex-Spetsnaz and K.G.B. members who now worked for a private bodyguard service based in London and owned by an Iranian, showed off Chechen bullet wounds and waved the flag of the Russian Airborne. Its motto: "Nobody but Us." Everyone agreed that the Canadians would be tough. They were from Canada's Special Operations Regiment. Recently back from a tour in Afghanistan, they sported combat beards, intimidating tattoos (Revelation 6:8, "And behold, a pale horse: and its rider's name was Death") and the kind of burly frames that come from carrying big guns over tall mountains for weeks at a time. "They look like the dudes from "300," " a member of one of four U.S. teams said. Another said, "They look like werewolf lumberjacks." But most eyes were on the Chinese. China had two teams, both from the Chinese People's Armed Police Force. The Snow Leopards were the favorite: formerly the Snow Wolf Commando unit, they were a counterterrorism squad established ahead of the Beijing Olympics. There was a rumor going around that they had been to eight more-specialized competitions and never finished lower than second. The Chinese maintained this was their first competition. They marched to the mess hall in formation and did push-ups for fun. By comparison, the American teams - three Army and one Marine Corps, who were at that moment posing for team pictures and smoking cigars - looked like high-school kids on a field trip.