At the same time, in Songkhla, General Narin sat at his desk, surrounded by reports of escalating violence in the southern provinces. The insurgency had never been more divided, but oddly, their attacks had become more brutal, and more focused. It didn’t make sense.
He rubbed his temples as his aide, Colonel Surin, entered the room with an urgent look. "General, we have a situation in Narathiwat. Another skirmish—more intense than before. But something's off."
Narin frowned. "Off how?"
Surin hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "The insurgents… they seem stronger. Faster. Almost inhuman in their tactics. We’ve lost more men in the last two weeks than we have in the past two months."
Narin slammed his fist on the desk. "What is happening down there? Is it foreign interference? We know these militants have ties to international groups, but this… this is different."