"Some lowlife Kmers, nothing my boys can't take care of. Don't tell me the pagans have you spooked!"Hamon looks around at the rest of his detachment. "Well, we always welcome a little help," he responds, struggling to keep the irony out of his voice. "Have you been briefed on what we're facing?"
Hamon nodded with a wry smile. "I wanted the flotilla to give us a diversion: maybe these idiot paras will save us the trouble. You think we can propose it to Guy, or is he too wrapped up with our visitors?"Kurt motioned Harmon over and once they were close enough he quietly said, "This could work to our advantage. These buffoons will make all the noise down south we need. We could do a quick helicopter insertion of a small group to do a recce up here. Maybe even destroy what we're looking for in the process. In any case get these fool to fuck off to the southern part of the ridge."