Kahlia Akasha Jet Strike By Jimmy Boom Semtex

   The pilot walked over to the group of ground crew who were milling around under the trees, final checks complete. He carried a small wooden box and called out, “Okay guys please come on over here. I’ve something important to say. Jan leave the laptop, you can close it down in a minute, come on over here.”

   They assembled under the shady tree canopy, feeling the nice cool night air on their toned tanned bodies. Dim night-lights illuminated the area, not visible from more than thirty yards away. Opening his box the tall pilot took out several bundles wrapped in cotton. Walking up to the assembled men he shook their hands and spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper, thanking them for their time and service. Asking them to be careful and leaving the door open for their help in the future if another strike was needed in the area. He pointed further down the beach to an area where the lights weren’t visible. There were three small electric speed boats, to be used for the getaway to other uninhabited islands where they would lie low and then proceed to the others like stepping stones. Taking time to escape when the authorities or a foreign army came looking for them. Each oriental man took the small cloth bundle and shook the pilot’s hand and thanked him. In ten minutes the small ceremony was complete. Jan disconnected his laptop and they were all set – the mission could officially begin. All evidence was destroyed by small fires in the middle of the jungle or by burying it at hidden locations.