Koh Tang
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ete Prasawai was on watch at the OP. His last report said it was business as usual on the island except for working parties that were cutting firewood in the jungle fronting East Beach. There was some activity on the mothership, but it looked like routine maintenance chores. Cheech and Chong were glued to the short-wave radio. Nothing much had changed with the rescue operation at Chang Rai, but there was speculation in the latest reports that there was a plan in place using SEALs to rescue the kids trapped in the cave complex.
“We’ve got a decision to make,” Shake growled as he slammed the satellite phone down on the table. Get on the radio and call Pete back here.”
“What’s up,” Mike said as he reached for the mic. “You sound like someone just shot your dog.”
“Just got off
