I got a call from Jack.

He sounded angry.

'Get that cocksucker.'

He said Abdul had taken an Air Asia flight to  Pasir Mas and that he'd be entering Thailand illegally where he was meeting up with Wan Mohammed (our mole) who was acting as a front man for the Narathiwat Liberation Front.

Max returned back to Clarkson Quey.

Hooning through the streets of Singapore was a thrill within itself.

The speedboat was fueled up by Duncan, who was also tipped off by Jack that we'd need full tanks for the 2-hour ride up the East Coast of Malaysia.

I knew the boat could reach speeds of up to 400 kilometers per hour.

The water was still completely flat.

I have no idea why the conditions were so favorable but the monster boat would cover the 724 kilometers in a little under two hours.

By bus, it would take almost two long days of traveling.

By the monster boat, that wouldn't need refueling, we'd arrive with plenty of time to spare.

Abdul was going to be caught red-handed.

The cock sucker.

'That's the spirit,' said Jack,  then the mobile connection between us went quit.


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