by Geoff Wolak
‘I’m going to write that down, and remember which of us is the military genius here. Oh, and they took delivery of fresh weapons and ammo.’
I smiled. ‘Relax, we’ll beat them.’ Back inside, I took in their faces as they waited expectantly. I announced, ‘Al-Qaeda in Yemen know we’re coming and are setting traps.’
A loud chorus swept around the room.
I pointed at Harris. ‘You were saying..?’
‘What’ll you do?’ he asked.
‘Go to Yemen. Now, why don’t you tell me why we have the advantage here…’
Harris glanced at Sanderson. He finally said, ‘You know what their plan is, they don’t know your plan, we have the advantage.’
‘Correct. So we plan as we go, knowing that they’re sat waiting for us.’
Harris faced Sanderson. ‘I’m going to bring in my chess set.’
‘Don’t play Tinker, he’s a whizz at it,’ I cautioned.
‘Mutch plays well,’ Tinker told me.
I faced Mutch. ‘I heard it was squash…’