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Gyuan Lee calmly watched the ragtag collection of westerners, as they nervously approached his convoy about fifty kilometers from the city in the stifling midday heat. From the range of hills several kilometers west further short bursts of machine gun fire could be heard. The blonde woman leading the other team members tiredly smiled at him as she pocketed her GPS, and he responded with a wide grin of his own.
‘Miss Edwards, please hurry and get your team aboard our mini buses, we know that you are being followed by militants…’
Wasting no time, the exhausted team members quickly piled into the four mini buses. The buses and an escort of several four wheel drive vehicles filled with armed men then quickly fled the scene in a cloud of diesel smoke. Samantha settled into the bench seat of the lead mini bus and allowed herself a quick sense of relief. The Australian team started to relax and passed around cold bottles of distilled water supplied by the beaming young Malaysian.
‘Miss Edwards, father sends his respects and we are to take you directly to the docks. An Australian frigate is waiting offshore from this morning and we are organizing small boats to take your team to the ship.’
Samantha confirmed the details with Gyuan, before she turned to one of her team members, who quickly fetched a satellite phone from her back pack. Another satellite phone made an appearance, and both were checked for battery charge and signal strength, before being placed back in the back packs.
‘Gyuan.’ As the young Malaysian turned back to Samantha she continued again.
‘Gyuan, please make sure that none of your people communicate with or approach the frigate until I tell you to do so.’
Gyuan quietly smiled his understanding as the convoy sped towards the dock area. Samantha quietly spoke to one of her older team members, who had previously served in earlier peace-keeping missions to the Middle East.
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Steve reviewed the latest intelligence reports, as it appeared that militants in several boats had fired rocket propelled grenades, or RPGs, at shipping during piracy attacks only eighty kilometers away north. The Malaysian navy was sweeping up from the south with three frigates, engaging and sinking several militant boats, so there was no doubt that the militants would be eventually defeated.
Straight after the morning’s briefing, Steve had been in a friendly chat with the Malaysian task force captain, who he knew through a military exercise in now what seemed another life. The captain had politely urged that Steve exercise caution along the coast, and to officially remind him that he was in Malaysian territorial waters. Unofficially the captain invited Steve to visit when next possible, and joked that if several militant boats were made to go away he would not be overly concerned. Before Steve signed off, he voiced his concerns back to the Malaysian captain that with the attacks to his north, he had the view that the militants had used powerful tracking and jamming equipment. As Steve considered his options further, there was a knock and the communications officer strode into the cabin and saluted.
‘Sir, the medical team has made it to the city docks; they have a couple of satellite phones with them and dialed into the bridge directly. We acknowledged their brief status and told them to go off air and await our call.’
Steve gave a quick smile of relief, and thanked the lieutenant for his quick thinking as he now strode off for the bridge. The XO and two other lieutenants appeared as he was reaching the bridge.
‘XO we need to find several small boats to the north of us armed with RPG’s. So get Lieutenant White to fly a sweep of the nearest northern island first. He is to work north to fifty kilometers, but let him know about the electronic jamming and the RPG’s on
Gyuan Lee calmly watched the ragtag collection of westerners, as they nervously approached his convoy about fifty kilometers from the city in the stifling midday heat. From the range of hills several kilometers west further short bursts of machine gun fire could be heard. The blonde woman leading the other team members tiredly smiled at him as she pocketed her GPS, and he responded with a wide grin of his own.
‘Miss Edwards, please hurry and get your team aboard our mini buses, we know that you are being followed by militants…’
Wasting no time, the exhausted team members quickly piled into the four mini buses. The buses and an escort of several four wheel drive vehicles filled with armed men then quickly fled the scene in a cloud of diesel smoke. Samantha settled into the bench seat of the lead mini bus and allowed herself a quick sense of relief. The Australian team started to relax and passed around cold bottles of distilled water supplied by the beaming young Malaysian.
‘Miss Edwards, father sends his respects and we are to take you directly to the docks. An Australian frigate is waiting offshore from this morning and we are organizing small boats to take your team to the ship.’
Samantha confirmed the details with Gyuan, before she turned to one of her team members, who quickly fetched a satellite phone from her back pack. Another satellite phone made an appearance, and both were checked for battery charge and signal strength, before being placed back in the back packs.
‘Gyuan.’ As the young Malaysian turned back to Samantha she continued again.
‘Gyuan, please make sure that none of your people communicate with or approach the frigate until I tell you to do so.’
Gyuan quietly smiled his understanding as the convoy sped towards the dock area. Samantha quietly spoke to one of her older team members, who had previously served in earlier peace-keeping missions to the Middle East.
***
Steve reviewed the latest intelligence reports, as it appeared that militants in several boats had fired rocket propelled grenades, or RPGs, at shipping during piracy attacks only eighty kilometers away north. The Malaysian navy was sweeping up from the south with three frigates, engaging and sinking several militant boats, so there was no doubt that the militants would be eventually defeated.
Straight after the morning’s briefing, Steve had been in a friendly chat with the Malaysian task force captain, who he knew through a military exercise in now what seemed another life. The captain had politely urged that Steve exercise caution along the coast, and to officially remind him that he was in Malaysian territorial waters. Unofficially the captain invited Steve to visit when next possible, and joked that if several militant boats were made to go away he would not be overly concerned. Before Steve signed off, he voiced his concerns back to the Malaysian captain that with the attacks to his north, he had the view that the militants had used powerful tracking and jamming equipment. As Steve considered his options further, there was a knock and the communications officer strode into the cabin and saluted.
‘Sir, the medical team has made it to the city docks; they have a couple of satellite phones with them and dialed into the bridge directly. We acknowledged their brief status and told them to go off air and await our call.’
Steve gave a quick smile of relief, and thanked the lieutenant for his quick thinking as he now strode off for the bridge. The XO and two other lieutenants appeared as he was reaching the bridge.
‘XO we need to find several small boats to the north of us armed with RPG’s. So get Lieutenant White to fly a sweep of the nearest northern island first. He is to work north to fifty kilometers, but let him know about the electronic jamming and the RPG’s on
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