- Jul 1, 2018
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The two that were outside would look at the Korean Captain. As he asked the question, it wasn't long for the two to notice the Dhaka Metropolitan Police arrived. One of them replied in perfect English. "You'll never know." As both of them began to laugh, rather in a way that as if they've done the greatest murder.
The Director would look once more to the two that were on the floor, as the two RAB officers behind him would eye up the two Koreans behind them. Rather still suspicious, but not showing their obvious concerns to the Koreans themselves. "Do you know where the Helicopter has gone to?" He'd pause, the Director beginning to stroke his orange beard. "I would recommend they'd take them to the Dhaka Cantonment, where the military doctors can assist. Normal public hospitals are filled up with casualties from the suicide bombings and the rioting and it is not safe, for obvious reasons." He'd pause once more. Grabbing his radio, he'd speak in Bengali. "Romeo 2, Ambulances can now move in onto Madani Avenue." The Director knew from the constant radio chatter that the Avenue was now secure and the other areas for other Embassies were also secured.
"We won't go onto your embassy, unless we have the permission to do so. For obvious reasons, international law. But, we do wish to detain the four individuals and take them to a Police Station. We have called ambulances to move into the Avenue, as it's now secured." The RAB Senior Assistant Director was unaware that the Koreans had taken photographs of the four. But he was still rather suspicious of the Koreans, he just didn't show it. "Any equipment they had with them as well, so we can seize it. It will help the courts, when they are put to trial for evidence." He'd pause once more. "If we have your governments permission to move on site, we can secure the outside."
Around them, the Bangladeshi military began to secure the avenue and nearby areas. Military medics that came along would check up on the dead and injured as a few Ambulances now piled onto the Avenue. Paramedics dressed in all white wore the green bulletproof vest and a helmet for their own protection as they also began to tend to the wounded. Any Germans that were outside the Embassy and injured would be tended to by the Paramedics. Vaka
The Senior Assistant Director would await a response. In his head, he was nervous. Very nervous. Word had got around slowly silently and quietly among the senior ranks of the RAB and other parts of Bangladeshi military that a member of the Border Guards was involved in the second suicide bombing after the first couple occurred. It made him think if more members were involved at Shimanto Square, he thought what if they themselves were here? What if his own men were apart of whatever conspiracy was going on. He didn't show this fear to the Koreans, still remaining rather stern and harsh in his tone.
One of the two terrorists outside would swear towards the RAB. Looking up to the Senior Assistant Director, speaking in Bengali. "Fuck, your mother." The Senior Assistant Director smiled, whilst his other two officers looked aggressively. "SHUT UP!" One of them proclaimed in Bengali. The Senior Assistant Director calmed him down quickly.
"Emotions are high." He replied to the Koreans, explaining what happened there.
As the Senior Assistant Director awaited a reply, a member of the Bangladeshi Army would now walk over to them. He wore distinctive camo uniform and had his green beret on his head. He bore three pips on his shoulders as he saluted the Koreans. He was a Captain and wanted to get involve in the conversation at hand. But left it to the RAB to respond.
Jay
The Director would look once more to the two that were on the floor, as the two RAB officers behind him would eye up the two Koreans behind them. Rather still suspicious, but not showing their obvious concerns to the Koreans themselves. "Do you know where the Helicopter has gone to?" He'd pause, the Director beginning to stroke his orange beard. "I would recommend they'd take them to the Dhaka Cantonment, where the military doctors can assist. Normal public hospitals are filled up with casualties from the suicide bombings and the rioting and it is not safe, for obvious reasons." He'd pause once more. Grabbing his radio, he'd speak in Bengali. "Romeo 2, Ambulances can now move in onto Madani Avenue." The Director knew from the constant radio chatter that the Avenue was now secure and the other areas for other Embassies were also secured.
"We won't go onto your embassy, unless we have the permission to do so. For obvious reasons, international law. But, we do wish to detain the four individuals and take them to a Police Station. We have called ambulances to move into the Avenue, as it's now secured." The RAB Senior Assistant Director was unaware that the Koreans had taken photographs of the four. But he was still rather suspicious of the Koreans, he just didn't show it. "Any equipment they had with them as well, so we can seize it. It will help the courts, when they are put to trial for evidence." He'd pause once more. "If we have your governments permission to move on site, we can secure the outside."
Around them, the Bangladeshi military began to secure the avenue and nearby areas. Military medics that came along would check up on the dead and injured as a few Ambulances now piled onto the Avenue. Paramedics dressed in all white wore the green bulletproof vest and a helmet for their own protection as they also began to tend to the wounded. Any Germans that were outside the Embassy and injured would be tended to by the Paramedics. Vaka
The Senior Assistant Director would await a response. In his head, he was nervous. Very nervous. Word had got around slowly silently and quietly among the senior ranks of the RAB and other parts of Bangladeshi military that a member of the Border Guards was involved in the second suicide bombing after the first couple occurred. It made him think if more members were involved at Shimanto Square, he thought what if they themselves were here? What if his own men were apart of whatever conspiracy was going on. He didn't show this fear to the Koreans, still remaining rather stern and harsh in his tone.
One of the two terrorists outside would swear towards the RAB. Looking up to the Senior Assistant Director, speaking in Bengali. "Fuck, your mother." The Senior Assistant Director smiled, whilst his other two officers looked aggressively. "SHUT UP!" One of them proclaimed in Bengali. The Senior Assistant Director calmed him down quickly.
"Emotions are high." He replied to the Koreans, explaining what happened there.
As the Senior Assistant Director awaited a reply, a member of the Bangladeshi Army would now walk over to them. He wore distinctive camo uniform and had his green beret on his head. He bore three pips on his shoulders as he saluted the Koreans. He was a Captain and wanted to get involve in the conversation at hand. But left it to the RAB to respond.
Jay