- May 4, 2021
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Over International Waters
0700 (TST)
China Sea
Over International Waters
0700 (TST)
China Sea
"Deputy Pongpol Adireksarn, would you mind examining this intelligence, please?" A woman, her obsidian suit adorned with the NIA emblem, approached him with a posture that exuded poise, leaving no room for vulnerability.
"What's this?" Adjusting his glasses with one hand, he inquired, his tone tinged with a cautious curiosity. "It pertains to the recent New Year Incident in Japan, sir." She extended a bundle of documents toward him; its black cover emblazoned with the red, bold letters "TOP SECRET" seemed to resonate with a sense of urgency. Pongpol accepted the documents, his gaze sharpening as he did.
"According to our Japanese division, it appears Japan is in dire need of our government's assistance. Despite their Prime Minister's posture of self-reliance, ongoing reports indicate they are far from capable of managing their domestic issues independently," she briefed, her voice steady as he leafed through the pages, his fingers dancing lightly over the paper.
"This raises concerns about regional stability. I wonder what Thaksin's stance is on this matter," he mused, his eyes scanning the subtext woven between the lines. "The Prime Minister? He's currently coordinating with the Navy to deploy another Humanitarian Aid Force," she responded promptly, her keen awareness of the geopolitical landscape evident.
"That's reassuring. The specter of terrorism has been looming larger of late. This will undoubtedly be another point of discussion with Korea, particularly given their population's involvement," he remarked. Then, his gaze shifted toward the window, his eyes settling on the distant island where Taipei lay.
Hint: You can reply with the Thai delegates landing at your designated airport.
Sejong the Great