Operation ‘Fox-Hunt’ Read Free

youngster protested.
    Samsher smiled and shook his head. “Once I throw in the grenades, you and your friends must rush in quickly and finishthem. The soldiers are in a confined area with little light. We wouldn’t remove the pins, you see.”
    The fighter smiled and then passed on the message down the line to the two fighters trading shots with the soldiers inside. The two fighters stopped shooting and stepped back smartly. The lull in the fire confused the two soldiers and then a loud yell, “
grenade
” followed by two grenades rolling in sent them diving behind the desk. Almost immediately the three fighters rushed in and attacked the confused men. A volley of shots and muzzle flashes ended the battle. Two men rushed in to loot the weapons and equipment while he asked a young Baloch with the ‘new’ MP5 and another fighter to bring his prisoner down. He went along with them and collected the documents and put them in a suitcase he found in the office. The colonel had come to and was struggling in his flexi-cuffs. A gag silenced his obscene rants.
    In ten minutes they were out. Apparently Buguti and the Seargent had also achieved their targets. The ISI Colonel was a prisoner, so were the four other officers who were in the other buildings. Mohammed Ali Wali was sitting along with three other ragged prisoners. They had been the victims of torture, known in Pakistan as the ‘disappeared’ ones.
    Colonel Buguti and Ali joined Samsher as he did a quick field interrogation of the five Pakistani officers who had surrendered. He asked the ISI Colonel to be detained as the rebels dragged away the other four to be executed.
    The entire action had taken less than thirty minutes. Samsher and Colonel Buguti moved through the rooms quickly, collecting documents and codes. The rebels looted whatever valuables they could find, including weapons and radio equipment in the other structures too. Then they proceeded to rig the structures with captured explosives. They moved out to the motor pool and stole the two trucks and an armoured jeep.
    “Colonel Saab, the local Pakistani troops would have heard the gunfire. They will be on their way. Shouldn’t we leave quickly?”
    “Let them try. Another group of my men has setup an ambush on the only approach road to this place. They will rush to their own deaths. The Pakistani army taught me well.” He smirked as he sipped water from his canister. In the background, the first explosion destroyed the main house.
    They commandeered a Pakistani army truck and a Turkish manufactured armoured jeep and drove through the night towards the Durand Line. The feared logo of the Field Intelligence Unit52 on the vehicles discouraged any check points from detaining the vehicles. They dismounted a couple of kilometres from the border and booby-trapped the vehicles. Colonel Buguti received a radio signal from the rebels who had setup the ambush that a 15-men platoon of the Pakistani army, coming to investigate, had been wiped out. It was around 0530 hours as the first light of dawn lit up the sky in the east and the assault force crossed the Durand Line. The Tajik Major and his vehicles were waiting. The ISI Colonel was put in one of the vehicles with two hefty-looking Afghan guards. Also waiting was a Mitsubishi Pajero with diplomatic licence plates. There were two Indo-Tibetan Border Police (ITBP) commandos besides the RAW officer in the SUV. Samsher handed the suitcase with the documents over to the ITBP commandos. An ANA armoured car and pickup with soldiers took positions to escort them to Kandahar.
    Kabul, Afghanistan: Few hours later
    “Well done, Sanjay! Our friendly ISI Colonel has been singing like a canary on steroids. The Afghans have captured almost all the members of the cell involved in the attack. And the documents will keep us busy for weeks to come.” The stationchief congratulated Sanjay alias Samsher. He was at an Indian safe house in Kabul; the safe house was an apartment in a