That chant was whispered in the rusted van as it moved through the crowded, poorly maintained streets of one of the many coastal villages in the area. They had recieved word from one of their watchers that a group of western tourists had come to the village while on vacation. They were apart of a group of international students using diplomatic plates. Diplomat children and several of them all together. Allah was truly great for giving them such a gift to further their cause of bringing Sharia Law to Antaradwipa. They were sicked by the moral cesspool their beloved country had become thanks to the westerners intervention. A bearded man in the front passenger seat looked back at his men, all hardened veterans of the war against Western morality. The Kalashnikovs were well cleaned and well maintained, despite the climate and country they live in. They were reliable weapons for the holy Jihad. Even Mohammed, may he rest in peace, could not wish for a better group of holy warriors.
"Brothers, today we will show those Western dogs what their immoral behavior gets them. We will take their children and send them back in boxes unless the leave Antaradwipa. Antaradwipa is for us, brothers. Not those Western dogs who corrupt our beloved nation with their immoral behavior and alcoholism. We will prove to the world that we are not to be trifle with. Allahu Akbar!"
He was met with their own war cries as they approached the party location. A man in a suit waved the van to stop and they slowed down until they were next to the man. Suppressed pistol shots were rendered entirely mute by the thumping of the rave music. They had to be fast. The door slid open and the six gunman jumped out of the rear of the van with a single goal in mind. As many hostages as possible. Security forces would need to be eliminated. The party goers were unsuspecting until the first rifle shots rang out, even overpowering the rave music. Security forces ran towards the noise only to be gunned down with high caliber rounds. Their body armor was not nearly strong enough to withstand the armor piercing ammunition. Those that appeared native to Antaradwipa were shot down without mercy for they should have known better than to give in to the Western ways. Any Westerners they surrended were left hog-tied and lying on the ground until finally they were loaded into the back of the van. The eight hostages that matched the descriptions of the diplomatic children, along with several other hostages that were expendable. Westerners mainly. They also grabbed one security officer that had been wounded but left alive. They would need to make an example.
"You are now in the custody of the Free Antaradwipa Movement. You will be our guest until your leaders pay your ransom. If they don't then you will die." A loud, crisp shot rang out as a security guard's body slumped to the ground, the bullet passing through the man's back and exiting his chest. Not dead yet but he will be soon. Painfully.
Sergeant Bekker stretched as the plan had finally landed in Kuala Lumpur. Marked a diplomatic flight, his plane was allowed to land on the runway quickly and then he was fast tracked through customs. He was ordered to bring no weapons with him and he complied. All weapons would be provided to him once he reached the Embasy. Or so he guessed. He hadn't been officially told that he would be operating under the Bjornoese Intelligence Service but that was the only logical assumption he could make under the circumstances.
A car was brought around, bearing diplomatic plates, and he was quickly ushered into it. It was only a short drive from the Airport to the Embassy and from there he was quickly ushered through the doors to where an attache awaited him, with a file in hand. She began the briefing.
"Twelve hours ago a group of tourists who happened to be children on various diplomats within the nation of Antaradwipa were kidnapped by a Islamic Freedom Fighting group. They have already killed two hostages to prove they mean business. The Antaradwipa Government has given us permission to send in security forces to assist in bring these children home safely. We will have full cooperation of the Antaradwipa Government as well as our allied nation's intelligence agencies working in country. The rest of the Task Force is already en route to the location and a Base of Operations has already been established within the Bjornoese embassy there. They have given us a seventy two hour deadline to release a set of political prisoners and to close down our embassies or they will execute the hostages. You have sixty-nine hours left until that deadline is up. After that they will kill a hostage for every hour that passes. Good luck. The rest of your team will be here shortly. Command of the operation is being given to the Bjornoese Intelligence Service seeing as we are using their equipment and their intelligence."
As the rest of the team arrived, they would be given the same introduction and the same folder. Inside the folder was a file with a name and a picture. Razim. Commander of the Antaradwipa Islamic Front. An Islamic Group classified as terrorists who are seeking to end Western colonization of Antaradwipa and to bring Sharia Law to their home through abductions, murders, and bombs outside embassies. He is wanted dead or alive by several governments; including Yakzistan, Elektrograd, and Bjornoerne. Bjornoese Intelligence Service has dubbed him the Ten of Spades.
