October 1915
A rising wind whipped sand across the tented encampment as Brigadier Smith handed over the packet in person. "Here are your orders, Selkirk," he waited until Selkirk broke the seal and scanned the contents. "Not what you were expecting, eh? I know you are training for raiding in the Sinai, but something has occurred that we need to rectify."
"Yes, sir," Selkirk waited for more information.
"The situation here is fluid, and you command the best unit for the job." Smith"s smile appeared sincere.
Selkirk sat back in his chair and reread the orders. "It says here that we take a boat to Palestine, meet a man named Abraham and follow his advice, sir," he looked up. "I thought we were a military unit formed to locate Von Kressenstein and harass the Turks in Sinai."
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