They have made it a point of duty to always take time to arrive early at the vicinity of where their operation will take place.
This will enable them to have a full reconnaissance of the area. Any retired or currently serving military personnel know how important this is. They had booked a hotel through a local, a middle-aged young man they met randomly.
This was done in order not to use their names or a fake identity to book the motel. The room of the motel was averagely larger than usual.
This was a specific instruction given to the young man to make sure to go for a room that is large enough.
Lucinda Sarka set her beach penthouse on fire to cover up Gintautas Nauseda murder of her bodyguards and claim property insurance. The simple settlement in huge enough rooms to accommodate her men made her heart at ease.
It was her mind at ease. She can make love with them. Her two trustees of the syndicate watch her make love in bed. She comes back in towel to see Gintautas Nauseda stretched naked revealing his huge piece at ease.
His eyes and smiling beard saw her holding one more towel wiping her moist large breasts to reveal the towel. Her hand throws in his white towel. "You will not wash." Her face sees and smiles at her two trustees drinking coffee on the rear side table observing the situation for the past two hours. The silent treatment monitoring their situation.
The averagely old motel exterior appears run-down and in need of maintenance. It has peeling paint on the exterior walls. The walls of the motel look old because it is old, actually and there has been no serious renovation to the outside appearance of the motel, and the grounds around the motel are not well-tended.
The parking lot has cracks and potholes, and the landscaping is sparsely overgrown. The sign out front advertising the motel is faded but the letters are still obvious and still carry the description and information about the motel.
Their room doors are accessed from an exterior hallway that runs the length of the building, and there is a small office area near the entrance where guests can check in and out. Overall, the averagely old motel exterior has a worn and dated appearance.
But quite surprisingly, the interior of the motel was in a very high contrast against the outlook.
The executive suite at the motel features luxurious and stylish furnishings, including a plush king-size bed with high-thread count sheets, a modern sofa and armchair, and a spacious work desk with a comfortable chair.
The suite also includes a separate seating area with a coffee table and a flat-screen TV.
Their bathroom has a spa-like feel, with a large vanity, a walk-in shower with multiple jets, and plush towels. The suite also offers additional amenities such as a mini-bar, and a coffee maker.
Their executive suite at the motel is a quite comfortable and inviting space that feels like a home away from home.
This was perfect for the team. A very good rest in a serene environment like this is very important before a gun battle and near-death mission.
The men loved the place; they got in and placed their rugged bagging in the closet.
"I love you guys." Her towel dropped and her legs spread in landscape the view two trustees to reach her invitation the time Gintautas Nauseda walks in with her moist towel to shower.
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Gintautas Nauseda went straight to the mini-bar, stretched and grabbed the bottle at the top. He read the inscription on it and nodded his head in approval.
"It is great after the sex." He can watch two trustees still pumping her and cute innocent eyes gaze in his.
He reached for a glass and poured a little in the cup. He placed the bottle back at the top of the mini bar shelf.
Her runaway psychopath raised his glass and said, "Guys, cheers to a completed mission ahead." "Yeah!!"
Nerij Varske and Valdis Vivaldis chorused.
Nauseda took the whole shot at once. He squeezed his face as he forced the whiskey down his throat. The whiskey is smooth and velvety in his mouth. It has a rich, full flavour that is well-balanced, with spicy and oak notes. Its texture is quite viscous and coating on the tongue, described as "oily" by some. It also has a long, complex finish with flavours that continue to evolve and develop in the mouth after swallowing.
Nerij Varske lit up a cigarette, took a few drags. He went down memory lane and started soliloquizing, "Something is fundamentally wrong when the people you are to protect are ironically suffering from your deeds. The acts of these men disgust me. Power, influence, money; these are what make these reckless old men devour their young ones." He took another drag and continued, "It was in Bangladesh, in 2001, on a mission to extract the Lithuanian government official, I had made my way to where the package was held hostage. There he was, the son of Thailand Prime Minister, they have apparently co-opted him into the scum life. I looked straight in his eyes while pointing my M4 Carbine at him. I saw fear, innocence and compassion. I wondered why his folks had to make him go through this rough life path."
He dropped his head down as if he regretted.This time, the cigarette he was smoking was almost finished. Varske reached for the pack and brought out another stick of cigarette. He kindled the new stick of cigarette from the glowing light of the old stick.
He continued, "I told him to back off and step away from the package. He started trembling and he was begging me not to shoot. Of course I was not ready to shoot. He moved four steps away from the package and just when I was about to take my eyes off him, he reached for his side arm. I couldn't even let him point his gun at me, let alone take a shot at me. I returned my aim back at him and released two bullets from my weapon to his arm. I really did not want to do that but he forced my hand. I told him I aimed for his heart, but I missed and hit his arm. I said if he should make any wrong move again that I was not going to miss his heart the second time."
"My team and I at the time extracted the package and we left him there."
Nauseda sighed and stepped out of the room. He got back ten minutes with a hooker.
Soon, it was 2 am and it was time for them to fly.
They left the motel and headed for the air space.
There, an An-26, a twin-engine turboprop military transport aircraft, was waiting for them. In a short while, they were air bound en route to Bangkok.
This would be their second mission in Thailand in the space of three years to complete organ trafficking business. It was organised crime.
"You have something to say." Gintautas Nauseda grinds his cut single eye brow look.
"It is nothing besides you brought a prostitute to my life."
"Yes, we had to cut her." Nerij Varske had to pour a drink.
They landed one hour later at the suburb of Bangkok.
They had time to sleep and relax their nerves in the camp they set up.
The battle camp was a small military base and airfield they bought for the purpose of organs to be shipped. Their hired Myanmar refugees had a good touch for firearms.
The well trained paramilitary primary goal objective was Aurora Maris field trained soldiers and they had to act quick to see Seoul, Kuala Lumpur and Singapore to be seen back at the table.
They had to dispose of Jakarta but the man was strong. He was Aurora Maris.
The sun rose, they moved into the city to get themselves familiar with what will soon be a battlefield for them.
As the sun set over the bustling streets of Bangkok, this formidable team of special forces, crime fighters, weapons in human form, stood ready to take down the corrupt government officials.
They were responsible for the mass murder of innocent children and organ trafficking. The Lucinda Sarka vision. It was the truth. Her Bank of Lithuania pledged allegiance to her.
The Thai Kingdom Government was corrupt in her eyes; her euros bribed them.
Among their ranks was a skilled and deadly midget that joined them, whose small stature belied his formidable fighting abilities.
The team had been tracking a group of ruthless traffickers who were profiting from the sale of organs harvested from the murdered children, apparently sponsored by the Russian government.
The team had been briefed strongly before they flew into Bangkok, so they knew the plan and had in depth knowledge about.
Her traffickers before they came in contact with them.
These traffickers in their capacity had strong ties with the government.
They had the political and the military backing of the government.
"These NATO heroes knew that taking them down would not be an easy task."
They spat on the floor thinking about our NATO heroes.