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He was still getting use to his cover name. The following afternoon, he noticed some clouds to the north and walked forward to sit next to two of the newest team members. He could see they both looked tied clearly not enjoying the boat ride. The three of them moved closer to the bow, there was no mistake it was land. Soon, they will start to complain about their choices.
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Promises Beyond the Moon
Brief Sensation
Jeremy McHarry
Promises Beyond the Moon / 8th of series: Brief Sensation / By Jeremy McHarry
Published 2023 by Bentockiz
e-book Imprint: Calkden Norsh
e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden
e-book ISBN: 9789198826524
e-book editing: Athens, Greece
Cover Images created via AI art generators
Table of Contents
Title Page
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Introduction
Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.
It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.
This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.
This may be the start of something amazing!
Chapter One
It was 3.17 am when a dark coloured car slowly drove down Kemurnian and stopped a hundred metres from a group of shops that were closed like all the others at that time of night. Colonel Mirzah glanced around and failed to see any sign of activity as none of his men were in plain sight. Finally he asked his driver ‘See anything?’
‘No sir!’
The next moment he heard a single knock on the glass that made the colonel’s head snap around with his heart missing several beats only to see Sergeant Darmadi and attempted to hide his surprise. ‘Report Sargent!’ Saying it louder than he intended.
The Sergeant squatted next to the car on the protected side to keep his presence concealed and whispering ‘Sir! Not so loud Sir! Captain Azimi is in position with his men. He said he’ll go in at 0330.’
The colonel asked. ‘And the support team?’
‘Around the corner on the left at the far end of the street. We have all the special items you requested. Even Captain Azimi showed a slight smile, sir,’ said Sergeant Darmadi with a continuing grin.’
The colonel found the Sergeant’s smile contagious and smiled only then remembering his professionalism and quickly returned to his usual stern expression, while thinking I’ve never seen Captain Azimi smile.The colonel glanced at his watch. ‘Five minutes to go, you better get back to your men Sergeant’ and watched the soldier fade into the night. He turn on his radio to monitor the channel to ensure radio silence was observed until the raid took place, then he glanced at his watch again and saw it was 0329, a minute to go.
Captain Azimi crept quietly down the footpath followed by ten of his soldiers all covered in sweat. The humid Jakarta night had done its work and made wearing heavy body armour a nightmare, not that the extra load of automatic weapons did anything to improve their discomfort. The Captain led his team and assembled outside the closed shop, beside it stood a locked door that prevented access to the staircase and the apartments above. Their target was asleep in the front apartment on the second floor. The Captain also knew it had an excellent view of the street and that a trapped agent with an automatic weapon could do a lot of harm if he considered he had nothing to lose, hence their caution. The Captain signalled one of his men to pick the lock in what seemed like a few seconds a click was heard and the door gently swung open.
The Captain’s hand went up and gave a signal, which instigated the four designated men to creep up the stairs. The first two went to the apartment while the second pair stayed on the stairs ready to relay signals from the first two. Once in position they indicated all was securer. Once the signal was given the Captain indicated to the others to follow and within a minute the entire team was in position outside the apartment ready to strike.
The lock specialist examined the door and signalled they should pick the lock rather than knock the door down. Captain Azimi shook his head but the specialist indicated that the door mightn’t open on the first attempt. Reluctantly the Captain gave him a nod and watched the lock specialist do his work. After a moment a very loud click was heard which make all the soldiers flinch as the noise seamed to echo up and down the corridor. The lock specialist glanced at the captain and shrugged, only to receive an icy glare from his officer in return. Gradually the door was pushed open. Captain Azimi once again regretted not having night vision goggles and decided he would raise the subject yet again with the colonel after the raid.
The room was only partially illuminated by the streetlight coming through the open window barely enough to detect the target. The only sound came from the heavy breathing from the bed. Captain Azimi signalled for two of his soldiers to enter while the remainder stared from the door all pointing their weapons towards the sleeping man. The two designated soldiers crept in slowly with the soldier on the left standing next to the bed with his gun pointing down at the sleeping man. The target was asleep uncovered in his underwear, clearly a victim of the steamy Jakarta night. The second soldier quietly placed his weapon on the floor then when readied to leap onto the sleeping man. Once he was holding down the target signalled the other soldiers to charge in too secure the room.
A startled cry was heard as the man in the bed woke and struggled violently, unsure of what was happening to him. The lights came on which answered his question when he saw all the guns and soldiers surrounding his bed telling him it was futile to struggle any longer. Still stunned by the realisation as to what had just happened he let his body go limp and accepted the inevitable. He had been taken prisoner. Seconds later he was forcefully rolled over onto his stomach with his arms being brutally forced behind his back followed by the dreaded sensation of cold metal being tightly fastened around his wrists and feet. After the cuffs were fitted strong hands grip him and dragged him off the bed then roughly dumped him on the nearest chair.
‘You two watch the prisoner. The others secure the corridor and stairs’ ordered Captain Azimi.
‘Yes sir!’ came the replies from his men.
Captain Azimi turned on his radio and announced. ‘Target is secured! All units move in.’
Minutes, later trucks were heard, accompanied by the sound of many heavy feet running up the stairs. This was followed by soldiers coming through the door carrying boxes of magazines, posters, VCR tapes while one man watched while holding a video camera. ‘Start setting up! Remember what we talked about. I want it done right!’
‘Yes sir!’ came the many replies.
Finally the Chinese man broke his silence and called out with a shaky voice. ‘What are you doing?’
Sergeant Darmadi turned coldly toward the man and said in Bahasa ‘We just caught the paedophile that has been terrorising all the children in and around China Town!’
The prisoner cried out ‘I’m no paedophile!’ and abruptly stopping as he saw the magazines and posters being precisely placed all over his room with his TV now showing a video on the subject, while another soldier was hanging assorted children’s clothes in his wardrobe. ‘Why are you doing this to me? I’ve done nothing!’
‘Because you’re a filthy communist spy from the People’s Republic of China,’ proclaimed the colonel as he stood in the doorway inspecting the now fully prepared room. The Colonel asked ‘Where’s the children and nurses?’
‘They should be arriving shortly’ replied Captain Azimi.
‘Start filming as soon as they arrive. I want it clearly seen that the nurses are rescuing the children. No carrying them out of the room into the Ambulances. Perception is everything. I want the world to see what a wretched creature we have caught here. Remember perception, is that clear and make sure you take plenty of film.
‘This is all a lie!’ screamed the Chinese man who was now forcefully being held in his seat by two of the soldiers.
The colonel saw his defiance and walked over extruding malice with every step until he bent down and quietly spoke into his ear. ‘No one in this room cares what you think. You will do what you are told or I’ll make you suffer! Just remember this, you don’t know what pain is until you have felt it from me.’ The prisoner stopped protesting. His defiance evaporated. His rage instantly transformed into a frozen expression of terror.
* *
It was mid-afternoon when Zhi Yi was brought hooded into an interrogation room still only wearing his underwear then he was roughly forced into a chair. Sergeant Darmadi unclipped one of the handcuffs then looped it through a steel ring that was fastened to the table then reattached it again before he removed the hood.
As the light hit his eyes Zhi Yi blinked several times as he looked around the room and cringed at the sight before him. Two soldiers with cold-blooded stares stood beside a transformer with attached cables.
‘Zhi Yi you are a spy! We have your radio, computer and codebook. Now you will tell us about your handler and what you have been doing’ demanded Captain Azimi.
‘I am no spy you have the wrong man’ pleaded Zhi Yi.
‘Sir! Permission to torture the prisoner, sir’ yelled Sergeant Darmadi enthusiastically.
‘No Sergeant I believe the General wants to personally shove the electrodes up his arse. You can flick the switch if you want,’ said the Captain, the last part sounded more like an afterthought before he continued with his icy glare at the prisoner.
‘Thank you. Sir!’ bellowed the Sergeant.
Zhi Yi tried to move but the steel ring held him fast and forced him to give a short cry after he hurt his wrist.
‘Don’t struggle. You’ll only hurt yourself. If we want you hurt we’ll do it for you!’ proclaimed the Captain after he had leaned over and quietly spoke into the prisoner’s ear.
Only minutes after he entered the interrogation cell it become apparent that the prisoner was rapidly crumbling from the psychological pressure.
Zhi turned his head and stared into Captains Azimi’s cold eyes and realised this man could happily torture him to death without the slightest hint of remorse.
Distracted by a noise informed Zhi that the interrogation room’s door had opened. The two soldiers snapped to attention which allowed Zhi to tear his gaze away from his interrogator’s eyes. Before him stood a senior officer who casually sat in the opposite chair at the other end of the table and stared at the pathetic sight before him. ‘I’m Major General Rundi second in command of BAKIN. I believe you might have heard of us.’
‘I not heard of you! I, I am wrong man! Cook, me cook food, food at restaurant’ stammered Zhi Yi.
The general said quietly ‘this is a copy of your radio and e-mail transmissions for the last six months, you are not only a spy but a bad one at that.’
Zhi Yi looked at the papers showing the time and dates with the attached messages he had sent. BAKIN had him and there was no way of denying it so he decided to tell them the truth and hope for a trade of some sort.
‘I am Captain Zhi Yi of the People’s Republic of China. I’m attached to the International Liaison Department (ILD). If you let the Embassy know of my capture I am sure they will negotiate for my release.’
‘You’re an illegal! They will deny you even exist’ declared the General.
‘So your handler is in the embassy’ yelled Captain Azini.
