04-22-2014, 06:43 PM
What awaited the team in Jedah was a bureaucratic nightmare. CCD forces had the place locked down, and if it hadn't been for Jacques' warning they would have been caught with their pants down. The might of the company's lawyers had been hard at work all night to help clear the way, and when the men reached the first checkpoint, they weren't simply arrested on the spot. They were, however, held for hours.
Their gear was seized and searched, Cpl Ime's remains were given a cursory autopsy to make sure the body was whom they claimed it to be, and that it wasn't being used to smuggle anything. Their weapons were taken, but nearly twenty four hours after arriving in Jedah, they were allowed to their chartered ship.
Which was still locked down in the dock, and would remain so for at least another full day till it's own papers cleared. But at least aboard the ship, they were relatively safe.
Jacques checked in on them via video conference twice during their nerve-wracking wait aboard the ship, but eventually they were cleared to leave port. Even in light of so vile an attack, time was money. The longer the ships were held in port, the more it cost for everyone involved, and in the end capitalism won through. Ships were searched one last time, then set free, so long as there was nothing even the least bit suspicious.
And Provost Boipello made damn certain there was nothing suspicious on their ship. He had a man to see home, after all.
The trip across to Port Suddan was blessedly short, and two days after retrieving Cpl Ime, they were on a private jet bound for Casablanca, Morocco, where the good Corporal would be buried in the Legion's graveyard.
Their gear was seized and searched, Cpl Ime's remains were given a cursory autopsy to make sure the body was whom they claimed it to be, and that it wasn't being used to smuggle anything. Their weapons were taken, but nearly twenty four hours after arriving in Jedah, they were allowed to their chartered ship.
Which was still locked down in the dock, and would remain so for at least another full day till it's own papers cleared. But at least aboard the ship, they were relatively safe.
Jacques checked in on them via video conference twice during their nerve-wracking wait aboard the ship, but eventually they were cleared to leave port. Even in light of so vile an attack, time was money. The longer the ships were held in port, the more it cost for everyone involved, and in the end capitalism won through. Ships were searched one last time, then set free, so long as there was nothing even the least bit suspicious.
And Provost Boipello made damn certain there was nothing suspicious on their ship. He had a man to see home, after all.
The trip across to Port Suddan was blessedly short, and two days after retrieving Cpl Ime, they were on a private jet bound for Casablanca, Morocco, where the good Corporal would be buried in the Legion's graveyard.