The information from the North Africa Intelligence Station in Morocco was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples in the CIA's internal encrypted communication network, rushing to the top of the decision-making chain with the highest priority.
However, when this deadly warning crossed organizational barriers and reached the solid command center of Camp Lemonnier in Jebel, it ran into a thick wall.
Night, 22:14.
Duty intelligence officer Major Campbell was browsing a weekly report on the movents of Al-Shabaab with boredom.
When the ssage labeled "CIA Highest Priority - Marlin Fish Potential Attack Alert" flashed on his terminal screen, he instinctively frowned, a trace of irritation flashing across his face at the disturbance.
He leisurely picked up the slightly cool coffee on the table, took a sip, and then slowly clicked on the details.
"Another one of those CIA priest imaginations?"
Campbell muttered under his breath, his tone full of undisguised disdain.
Keywords like "Desert Blade", "vegetable truck", and "ship's hold" on the screen seed absurd in his eyes.
"Right under the nose of Camp Lemonnier? In our port? Using a food delivery truck to blow up a ship? Ha!"
He chuckled, leaning back into the comfort of his chair.
"Have they eaten too much of Morocco's sand, blocking their brains? Really think our Marine Corps is just for show? Or do they want to find sothing for us to do to show they aren't just eating idle food?"
He moved the mouse, the cursor hovering over the information, the sense of urgency from the life-and-death line completely filtered out by the cold electronic screen.
Campbell even felt that this intelligence was an insult to his professional judgnt.
He leisurely picked up the internal phone, dialed the number of his superior, his tone carrying a hint of official perfunctoriness and an imperceptible mockery: "Sir, sorry to bother you. The CIA Africa station just sent over so 'interesting' intelligence... Yes, regarding the 'Marlin Fish'. They think so extremists might have disguised themselves as vegetable delivery workers to get on board, intending to attack the ammunition hold... Yes, sounds like a fairy tale, right?... Okay, I'll prepare a brief report for your review... Might need your signature to confirm subsequent handling suggestions... Okay, understood."
Ti passed rcilessly, minute by minute, in the process of Campbell slowly drafting the delayed report and waiting for his superior's signature.
The deadly hourglass's upper part was accelerating its sand towards the abyss below.
The supply truck ca to a stop in the vast hold of the "Marlin Fish", the engine noise dying down.
An oppressive silence instantly enveloped the truck compartnt.
Samini and the other three martyrs moved like unrestrained poison snakes, swift and silent.
They quickly pulled out a few unusually heavy "vegetables" from beneath the cabbage basket, clutching them tightly to their chests.
The cold touch transmitted through the thin overalls was the key to destruction.
Simultaneously, the sharp swords hidden in their pant legs were silently drawn, the cold tal pressed against their skin.
"Action!"
Samini issued a raspy command with a throat sound, the last trace of human emotion in his eyes completely obliterated, leaving only the martyr-like fanaticism and death wish.
The four of them forcefully pushed open the compartnt barrier, leaping out like ghosts!
In the deep night of the ship's hold, there were only a few patrolling sailors and a second officer in charge of supervising the unloading.
"Hey! You guys, move faster! Move the vegetables to..."
An old sailor in greasy overalls with a cigarette dangling from his mouth grumbled discontentedly at the people jumping off the truck, his words cut short, pupils suddenly contracting!
What he saw were no longer the submissive dock laborers, but pairs of eyes shining with beast-like ferocity in the darkness!
A cold gleam flashed before his eyes! Samini's sword, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, precisely cut across the old sailor's throat.
Scalding blood spurted out under the stark white light of the searchlight, staining the cold deck red.
The old sailor stared incredulously, falling down with a hoarse gasp, the cigarette butt dropped into the pool of blood with a sizzling sound.
"Enemy attack——!"
The terrified scream of another young sailor shattered the port's tranquility, but before he could finish, another extremist rushed up from beside him, stabbing a knife viciously into his abdon, turning his scream into a painful whimper.
Pandemonium broke out instantly!
"Bang! Bang!"
The clear sound of gunfire suddenly rang out.
A ship guard near the truck, reacting swiftly when the attack occurred, drew the M9 pistol from his waist and fired two shots at the extremist charging at the sailor!
One bullet hit the shoulder, the other missed, the bullet striking the cabin wall and sparking a trail of fire.
The hit extremist staggered, letting out a beast-like howl, yet instead of falling, he beca more frenzied, clutching the "cabbage" to his chest as he charged towards the cabin entrance!
"Stop them!"
The guard who fired the gun shouted hoarsely, while trying to find cover, he scread into the radio: "Red Eagle! Red Eagle! The dock! Cargo hold! Ard attack! Repeat, ard n on board! Targeting the cargo hold! Request imdiate support! Imdiate support!"
The sound of gunfire and alarms were like thunder, instantly tearing apart the silence of Jebut Port.
On the shore, the shrill alarms blared loudly!
Searchlights swung wildly, the crossing beams illuminating the "Marlin Fish" as if it were daylight.
The sharp whistles and the noisy clamor of Marines running and shouting surged from the direction of the dock.
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