The Last Bastion of Ingei: Day 5

By Aammton Alias

Day 5: Captain Sarin leads his elite team into the 'Ingei' jungle for a special mission. Nothing is what it seems, as meeting Colonel Falkon reveals this is not a simple 'search and rescue' mission for the daughter of a business tycoon. His past encounter with the tall faceless demon that killed his previous unit compares nothing to the enemies that want to kill him and all of humanity.

Meanwhile, Adib and John trapped in another dimension, in the lost city of Azzah discover a phenomenon that changes everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aammton Alias
• Release date: Jun 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370960811

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The Last Bastion of Ingei

Day 5

By

Dr Aammton Alias

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To The Brave And The Realised,

Whose Sacrifice Can Never Be Measured.

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Contents Page

Before You Read

Sarin: Gemat

Sarin: Reunion

Selym: Council

Sarin: Papas

Sarin: Debt

Sarin: Extra

Sarin: Memories

Adib: JPTDP

About The Author

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5th December

5th December

Sarin: Gemat

Location: Air Force Base Bravo One

Boots. Six pairs. We sit tightly in the metal black bird as it hovers above the ground, loud vibrations shake the cage, but not our cores. It is a routine now for the 5th Recon Unit - ‘The Prowling Tigers’. An air crewman in the cabin with his over-sized green helmet nods and thumbs up the pilot, and then starts to close the doors of this Sikorsky S-70A ‘Black Hawk’ helicopter. I look at the different faces of the team, snort and spit out the most vile and viscous of phlegm through the helicopter door, watching it land on to the landing pad below. The air crewman looks at me, but my cold stare stops him from making comments.

He wouldn’t understand. The unspoken rituals that us warrior men, must make to ensure the safety of the troops we lead. Every man here has his own ritual: things that need to be done to dispel bad luck, and ensure safe passage.

Sergeant Menawan; a smooth-faced tracker, sits in front of me. He is grinning with no apparent purpose whilst fiddling with a black string tied around his left wrist, a talisman to ward away evil spirits. I do my best not to look at it. He is from the ‘Dusun’ indigenous tribe, a pagan whose family still practice the dark arts of shaman-ism. I press my hand onto my own chest, feeling the outline of my own silver talisman. Protect me from the unseen evil.

The Black Hawk helicopter soars into the air, and we fly over patches of sporadic and unchecked urban development, orange and white houses below like mosaic pieces, crisscrossed by never-ending black asphalt roads. A battle to claim as much of the green and turn them into the illusions of the dream called progress.

Lance Corporal Azim is sound asleep whilst another, Corporal Jagau - our heavy weapons specialist, seems at ease reading a book.

What’s the dumb book you’re reading? I shout out to Jagau, the helicopter blades chopping and thundering through the air, makes me barely audible. If only they gave us onboard radio sets. I hate budget cuts.

Jagau, shows me the cover Be the One Percent: Unlock Secrets to True Success, Real Wealth & Ultimate Happiness and gets back to reading. I smile away, hiding my concerns for this soldier. Pep talk perhaps later or a career counsellor. Private Kilau, on the other hand, is happily listening to his music via his earphones. He smiles at me. Kilau is always smiling and cheerful, no matter what his situation. I reminisce the time I heard about his women troubles, especially when his wife rammed her car to his car when she saw him with his secret girlfriend. I often wondered how he got his