Interdiction by W.Addison Gast (carter reed txt) 📕

made Humvee was stopped up ahead. The Indians looked at the SUV coming at them and two of the men drew their side arms and one brought his M14, a 7.62 mm bolt action sniper rifle to bear on the approaching SUV. The driver yelled to the soldiers that they were university students returning from a geology expedition and did the soldiers need help?
The one Indian by the Humvee yelled something back to both Badra and the driver who were now walking toward the soldiers. “We have a tool kit if you need a wrench or other tools.” Called out the Indian driver who was now only ten feet away from the soldiers. Seeing that it was only this old man with the turban on his head and the woman, the soldiers relaxed their guard. The Indian was now talking to the soldier that was working on the wheel of the truck as he and Badra joined the soldiers. Goat slid behind the wheel of the SUV and slowly rolled toward the soldiers. He stopped the SUV far enough away that the soldiers could not see what Ali baba was getting out of the rear of the SUV. It was a tool box. Ali Baba was carrying the tool box over to the group around the humvee when Haydar climbed out of the SUV and went to the rear where ali Baba had left the rear door up.
The shot from Badra’s nine mm was first and it dropped the soldier standing beside the one that was working on the wheel. The Indian blew the brains out of the man standing closest to him. Haydar had pulled the Russian-made 7.62 mm AK 47 assault rifle from the SUV and had the clip in and the safety off by the time he heard Badra’s second shot. Haydar leveled the weapon at the man holding the sniper’s rifle and let go a burst of ten or fifteen rounds. In less than six seconds, they had made sure that no one would report their entrance into India.
“Put all the bodies in the Humvee” ordered the Indian.
“They have four RPG with ammo in the back of their vehicle here. Shall we take these?”
“Of course Goat. Put them in the SUV and be careful of the munitions. Make sure the safety noses are attached” Said Haydar.
The bodies of the Indian Army soldiers were quickly placed in the Humvee and when they were ready to leave the area, the Humvee was pushed over the side of the road and down a steep cliff. Two bounces off the rocks below and it ignited as it continued to plunge into the canyon below. Ali Baba had taken the supply gas can from the Humvee and emptied the contents into the SUV tank. The SUV quickly rumbled away from the area and continued down the mountain trail for another mile or so and then climbed up onto a paved highway heading east. Haydar observed that the road sign giving the distance to New Delhi was in Hindi. They were in India.
The road curved away from the mountains the group had just left and started to parallel a large irrigation canal. The entire countryside was nothing but wheat farms. The SUV travelled only a short distance on the paved highway before it turned off onto a large dirt road. The road was wider than the average Indian farmland roads so that the local farmers could bring in the heavy wheat harvesting thrashing machines. Soon, there was nothing to be seen of the mountains they had just left or any other distinguishable landmarks. Only wheat as far as the eye could see. Golden acres of the crop appeared as though it was an enormous ocean and the waves made by the wind blowing across the field enhanced this impression. The entrance up to the main farm house or ranch was magnificent. It was totally surrounded by the tallest palm trees Haydar had ever seen. Large rubber trees and a mixture of fruit trees grew in the area surrounded by the trees with the large estate sitting far back on a very plush green lawn. Visible to the left of the house was a beautiful marble and stone oasis swimming pool with several tables and chairs for lounging and dining. Badra was no longer driving. She had turned over that task to the Indian who was familiar with the procedure to be used when approaching the farm house. The Indian stopped by a very deep trench across the roadway. This trench was not even visible until the driver was within twenty feet of it. It appeared to be a cattle guard but it was deeper and more strongly built than the typical cattle guard. From a small hut hidden in the large crape myrtle bushes and oleander, a guard came forward to the Indian and asked for his identification. He then called on his hand held radio and after a few moments, he stepped back and re entered the hut. With the sound of moving machinery, a large iron and steele grate started sliding from under the side of the road opposite the guard hut. It took about five minutes for the grate to completely cover the trench so that the SUV could cross over the top. As the vehicle pulled in front of the entrance to the old British colonial designed estate, Haydar caught a glimpse of a hanger and airfield in the rear of the estate.
All of the occupants were ordered to get out of the SUV and remain in one spot under the shade of a large fig palm while servants dressed in crisp white linen uniforms emptied the vehicle of equipment and luggage including the confiscated RPG launchers.
Suddenly the servants all assembled to the front porch and made two lines l in front of the huge carved mahogany and brass entrance door. The door opened and a small squat Indian in a powder blue turban and long white Throbe, sandals and a large gold pendant walked hastily out to the waiting group and addressed them;
“Allah be praised you have arrived safely and please be welcome. Forgive our need for understandable security at our facility here and provide my men with your weapons and any items that might be considered a security risk.” At this, the Indian that had driven the group to this location complied and provided the servant with two knives and a nine millimeter Glock.When Badra reached under her lose fitting jacket and produced a GarraII knife and two pistols, the greeter did a double-take .When the servant attempted to remove the small strap and llama skin pack holding the X437 jars, Badra took a hold of his arm and twisted it making the small Indian stumble backward and regain his footing.
“Let the woman keep the package.” Suddenly ordered the Host. He obviously had been briefed that Badra and the package she carried were not to be separated-ever.
All entered the estate and led to an open area resembling the magnificent settings from the Elizabeth Taylor movie ELEPHANT RUN for quick refreshments and a small snack.
The host again addressed the travel weary group with;
“We are. Most honored to have you in our presence here and want to provide you with fitting hospitality and rest in preparation for your upcoming journey. Please now take advantage of the cleansing areas and refresh yourselves using our spa and personal servants.” The host had no sooner finished his welcome than six of the servants left the room and reappeared with towels and large white robes. Badra went into a separate area with two of the female attendants and the men were led by three male servants into a large hot bath area where they removed their dirty clothing and immediately entered the warm soapy water of the spa. Haydar soaped the rag and ran it along his arm cleansing his left side. He was surprised to see that his right arm was dirty on the bottom with a red residue. He then realized it was blood from the policeman he had killed back at Lahore. This made him do a flash back to the scene he left at the river. He also thought of what happened to the body of his friend Actor that was left wallowing in the back seat of the doomed vehicle pinned under the bridge. Haydar lost his relaxing mode and tried to focus on the mission that so many people had worked on to make a success. He must make them all proud and he must be worthy. What would his mother think at this point if she knew her son had killed over five men since he had left their home? How could he ever tell her he was a part of the river massacre in Lahore? The thought made Haydar even more conscious of his involvement and responsibility. He needed to regain control and focus.

Chapter 20
Approaching Kabul airport

The 130 had just started its let down when the airman came back to DJ with a written message from the aircraft flight deck communication center.
DECRYPTION OF USN #NIS-45-91703
FROM DIRCOMHSA ARLINGTON
TO EYES ONLY LT.W.JACOBS AIRBORNE SEPTOR39495
CLASSIFIED
MOTHER ADVISES SHEEPHEARDER TO PREPARE TO MEET IBAR TIMOTHY MOORE UPON LANDING. URGENT YOU ACCOMPANY IBAR TO LAHORE PAKISTAN TO INSPECT DISASTER SITE FOR POSSIBLE CONNECTION TO YOUR MISSION. RETURN TO KABUL TO COMPLETE NEGOTIATION FOR TURNOVER OR FUTHER ACTION OF PRISONEERS AFTER REVIEWING PAKISTAN SITES.
.
SIGNED
PB/DDHSACODE1995
Upon reading the message, DJ called Scorpion into DJ’s seating area.
“Looks like we have a change of plans for our stay in Kabul Sarge. I have been directed to do a little errand for Mother and I don’t know if it will be a day, week or how long at this time. I want you to take charge of the group here, including the prisoners until I get back. I’ll give you a briefing as soon as I get some additional word after we land at Kabul..”
“You leaving the area sir?”
“Right now I’m not sure Scorp so lets set some communication procedures where you can get me at any time.’
“I have your satcom cell Lt. If you can hold this bird at Kabul for us to use as a secure base, we can operate from here and wait on your return.”
“We’ll have to transfer the prisoners to a different detainment and holding location Scorp. I don’t trust that Mossad Colonel and his tactics.” DJ wrote down Scorpion’s sitcom cell number and confirmed it. He told Scorp to call Danny or Penny Buckley at head shed if he needed anything special. Penny would see that his team got their birthing and quarters during their stay in Kabul.
“Any special instructions Lieutenant?” The question indicated to DJ that the sergeant had some doubts about his responsibilities. “You know my special fondness for Raj Al Kayev Scorp and you know that I have told you he can be slick so be on guard 24/7 with him. If he was going to try to make a break, it would most likely be like this when we are transferring. Do not let him know that I have left the area-OK?”
“I’m broad siding you with one hellofa load here Sergeant and I realize that. Just keep in mind that we are here to deliver these prisoners--or maybe not deliver them. It depends on how our negotiations go with the Israelis. But until we make a move, they are not to be questioned or interrogated by anyone but us. Understand?”
“Roger Lt. I have what I need. Thank you and good luck on your trip.”
The C-130 was parked in an area away from the main terminal. The area was surrounded by small line shaks where