Europe Once Again

(Note: Please note that I have decided to change the traditional format of writing to something more of a script format to help me with the narrative. I might do the same for the rest of the upcoming chapters and maybe the previous ones as well.)

[INTERIOR - NIGHT - DENSE FOREST]

Team Leader: Allez, we got a job to do. Blackwatch, any word on the guard situation?

Blackwatch Commando: Rien (Nothing), sir. No guards on my radar.

Team Leader: Recon, what's your take?

Recon: Zilch (Zero) on the guards from my end. I'm shifting to a vantage point, though.

Team Leader: Keep it clean and quiet, people. Sniper, you better keep us posted on your whereabouts.

Recon: Installé (Settled). No eyes on guards. Carry on with prudence (caution).

Team Leader: Copy that. Move out.

The squad moves forward, une escouade de fantômes (a squad of ghosts) draped in darkness.

Blackwatch Commando: No guards in sight, sir. C'est trop calme (It's too quiet).

Team Leader: Restez vifs (Stay sharp). Sniper, keep watch.

They reach the building's perimeter, their moves are measured and deliberate.

Rifleman: Recon, any visuals?

Recon: Clear on my end. Proceed.

Team Leader: Alright, let's breach.

The secured door swings open, revealing a passage leading droit au cœur de la mission (straight to the mission's beating heart).

Blackwatch Commando: La porte est déverrouillée, sir (The door's unlocked, sir).

Team Leader: This might be un setup (a setup).

They step inside, armes (weapons) at the ready. The tension in the air is palpable.

Blackwatch Commando: This room holds plus que they bargained for (more than they bargained for).

They find documents neatly arranged on a table, and in the shadows, a lone figure sitting casually.

Mysterious Figure: Ah, bienvenue (Ah, welcome).

Rifleman: Captain? What plans do you have ici, Sir (here, Sir)?

Mysterious Figure: Salut, Sergeant.

Several men, evidently under the command of the Mysterious Figure, appear.

Team Leader: What's le play here (What's the play here)?

Rifleman: We heard that they are couple of enemies here.

Mysterious Figure: Were, Sergeant. Ils étaient (They were).

The squad shifts into defensive positions, locked on the newcomers.

Mysterious Figure: Listen, Sergeant. Why don't you join us for un peu (a bit)? Hmm?

The offer hangs in the air, a web of intrigue and mystery weaving itself around the team.

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[INT. MV SIRENA - DAY]

The MV Sirena and Srikandi cut through the Arabian Sea, the Srikandi fog wrapping around it like a mysterious cloak. Hffyl sprawled out on a deckchair, soaking in the chill sea breeze. The ship sailed smoothly, and Hffyl, eyes heavy, decided to catch a quick nap.

[INT. DREAMSCAPE - UNKNOWN PLACE - DAY]

Hffyl found himself in an unknown place, face to face with a European Figure, all decked out in colonial vibes, and speaking Malay like it was his mother tongue.

European Figure: Selamat pagi, young one. You carry the weight of destinies yet unveiled.

Hffyl, captivated by the weirdness, tuned in.

European Figure: Your journey, like a river, meanders through realms unseen. Heading towards my homeland.

Just as Hffyl was about to unlock the mystery, he snapped awake, back on the MV Sirena, the Srikandi fog fading into the breeze.

[INT. MV SIRENA - MEDITERRANEAN COAST - DAY]

On the deck, now cruising along the Mediterranean coast, Hffyl, still shaking off his nap, trying to find out more about the man by surfing the Internet. They later blinked at the unfolding European panorama. The crew, lost in their ship chores, began feeling the mainland's vibes.

Captain Ajwad: Radar and GPS are out. Any sign of welcoming committees, Dollah?

Dollah: Not a soul in sight, Captain. Smooth sailing so far.

Hffyl, now wide awake, took in the sight of Europe appearing on the distant shores. The Srikandi fog, having done its thing, vanished completely, revealing the vast Mediterranean Sea.

Hffyl: Europe... we're getting closer.

Captain Ajwad: Indeed.

The MV Sirena and the Srikandi gracefully slid into the bustling Geona port, the air alive with activity and the distant cries of seagulls. Crew members scurried about, securing the ship for an extended stay.

[INT. MV SIRENA'S COMMON AREA - LATER]

In the MV Sirena's common area, the crew buzzed with preparations. Captain Ajwad, clipboard in hand, gathered the team for a quick briefing.

Captain Ajwad: Alright, we're leaving the ship for a bit. Make sure everything's secure. Take only what you need.

The crew nodded in unison, grabbing their essentials and maneuvering with purpose around the ship.

Hamzah: (to Priya) Don't forget to check the engine room, Priya. We don't want any surprising news when the rest get back.

Priya: On it. You just make sure the rest don't come back to a floating disaster.

Cut to the Geona port, where the crew, now on the docks, loaded luggage onto a waiting transport. Dollah, perched on the ship's edge, surveyed the surroundings.

Dollah: Quite the change of scenery, eh? From desert sands to European ports. (whistles)

Omar: You said it, Dollah. But we gotta keep our eyes on the prize.

The Srikandi fog slowly cloaked the ship, protective it from prying eyes. The group discussed their plans.

Suresh: So, we're heading Switzerland?

Hffyl: Yes. Did some research. We need to cross the Alps to get to Geneva. Hope we don't need to cross the borders illegally this time.