Chapter 9 - Landing At The Remote Joint Special Operations Base
Wheels touched down hard on the reinforced concrete runway of the remote Pacific joint operations facility.
The transport plane taxied toward a heavily guarded hangar bathed in harsh yellow security floodlights.
When the rear ramp lowered, humid tropical air rushed into the cargo bay, smelling of salt water and jet fuel.
I shouldered my tactical bag, stepping down onto the tarmac where awaiting staff cars sat idling in formation.
A local base commander snapped a crisp salute as I approached, his face taut with professional urgency.
“Welcome to Sector Four, Colonel Vance. We’ve set up your command center in the main tactical bunker,” he reported.
“Status of the smuggling vessels?” I asked immediately, not wasting a single second on pleasantries.
“Two container ships are currently anchored in international waters just outside our territorial jurisdiction,” he replied.
“They think international waters protect them from boarding actions,” I said with a cold, confident smile.
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“Prepare two fast-attack interceptor boats for a midnight boarding maneuver. We’re going shopping.”
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