Sulu Sea
They were 34 nautical miles south of Jolo Island, making a leisurely sixteen knots on an easterly heading by the time Abdullah managed to get the principals assembled in the yacht’s dining room. He’d offered the AS operational commander a private stateroom where he could shower and relax prior to their meeting but the man he knew only as Col. Ibrahim didn’t seem interested. Seated as they were, elbow to elbow around a green-baize table pouring tepid tea into enamel cups, Abdullah sincerely wished the AS mastermind had followed the others into the showers when they’d returned from the pick-up point on Jolo. The man reeked of jungle rot and body odor.
The two Indonesians seated on either side of Dr. Susilo Nasuton were clean but clearly uncomfortable as they watched the senior sci
