We followed the tributaries due west then headed north.
Any fisherman enjoying a quiet moment was usually given a good splashing.
It couldn't be helped.
We had a mastermind asswipe to catch.
Abdul had been immune for many years now.
His handiwork was behind the biggest bombings in Asia over the last decade.
Erawan Shrine.
Abdul use to brag about that one.
'They have no fucking idea.'
Well Max did.
'Here's our chance to take that cock sucker down.' Max looked at both me and Caramel, we were only a few kilometers from Sungkai Kalok, and the time was nigh high to make a difference.
'I think I'll try on the nurse out,' said Caramel.
I knew where this was heading.
Things could get very interesting.
I knew that Abdul would be hiding behind the skirts of the old bags, someone of them very influential in their respective governments.
But a simple block out of the internet, in this part of the world, would deprive the terrorist of oxygen.
There'd be funeral services, the body would never be found, but the slums of Bangkok would be safe from the NGO creep who had fooled most.
'But I wasn't fooled for one minute,' said Jack, who called me up. 'He's a treacherous little Malay who we should have up on sodomy charges. If Malaysia is to be saved from its extremism slippery slope, I think it's even better he disappears.'
So what's the plan, he eventually asked.
We'd be playing it by ear, I told my conjoined twin, 'but I think Wan has a few tricks up his sleeve.'
Wan also wanted to immigrate to Australia, and fuck big titted white Christians, and Jack had promised him Australian Citizenship if he pulled off this mission today.
Any fisherman enjoying a quiet moment was usually given a good splashing.
It couldn't be helped.
We had a mastermind asswipe to catch.
Abdul had been immune for many years now.
His handiwork was behind the biggest bombings in Asia over the last decade.
Erawan Shrine.
Abdul use to brag about that one.
'They have no fucking idea.'
Well Max did.
'Here's our chance to take that cock sucker down.' Max looked at both me and Caramel, we were only a few kilometers from Sungkai Kalok, and the time was nigh high to make a difference.
'I think I'll try on the nurse out,' said Caramel.
I knew where this was heading.
Things could get very interesting.
I knew that Abdul would be hiding behind the skirts of the old bags, someone of them very influential in their respective governments.
But a simple block out of the internet, in this part of the world, would deprive the terrorist of oxygen.
There'd be funeral services, the body would never be found, but the slums of Bangkok would be safe from the NGO creep who had fooled most.
'But I wasn't fooled for one minute,' said Jack, who called me up. 'He's a treacherous little Malay who we should have up on sodomy charges. If Malaysia is to be saved from its extremism slippery slope, I think it's even better he disappears.'
So what's the plan, he eventually asked.
We'd be playing it by ear, I told my conjoined twin, 'but I think Wan has a few tricks up his sleeve.'
Wan also wanted to immigrate to Australia, and fuck big titted white Christians, and Jack had promised him Australian Citizenship if he pulled off this mission today.
