Around two thirty in the morning two black high ace appeared at the gate of Win Thura’s monastery. From each of those vehicles disembarked twelve armed men wearing masks and black uniforms. Their uzi submachine guns with silencers attached to their barrels glistened under the moon light as they prepared themselves to enter the monastery. The gate of the monastery was locked, so they scaled the boundary wall. Ten of them spread out in the yard while the rest entered the building. Their boots had rubber soles, making their movements completely noiseless. The leader of the masked men knew where to go. He went straight for Win Thura’s private chamber on the fourth floor of the building.The door was closed from inside. When no one opened the door after a light knock, the ring leader took out his x-ray goggles from the pouch which hung from his hip, and located the position of the latch on the other side of the door. He drew a cross on the door where the latch was on the other side, and then aimed at the cross with his uzi. A short burst of fire from his uzi blew apart the cross, opening the door on its own. Win Thura was already awake in his bed, having absolutely no idea what had been going on. Very politely the leader of the masked men asked Win Thura where the computer room was. He beckoned his two followers to go to the computer room. Then he told Win Thura to finish his prayers. After a few minutes, his associates returned with the computer hard disk. A thin line of smoke was still coming out of the nine-millimeter Lugar held by the leader of the masked men. Win Thura was lying on his bed face-up. Someone had put a red dot on his forehead and blood ran down his face from the spot. After securing the hard disk in his pouch, the ring leader and his companions left the monastery as they came in.

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Out of thrill Karim’s muscles were quivering. He was taking part in a real mission for the first time. With his Chinese rifle on his lap, he was sitting on the plank of the sampan. The monotonous noise of the sampan’s engine drove away the aquatic birds which were busy fishing in the early morning hours. So early in the morning, no fishermen were out there yet. In total, twelve of them had been heading for Minbya, in a rented sampan. Eleven of them were sat under the shade of the boat. Through two port holes the scene outside was visible. Holding the oar in his hand, Sajed had been directing the boat. Sajed’s black shirt and pant, the traditional hat worn by the peasants made him look like a Vietnamese peasant. Since there’s no ripple in the water, it seemed like the Sampan was cutting across a transparent glass. Though the sun was not up yet, the sky had already become pale. There’s stillness in everything as if time had stopped. The monotonous noise of the engine, the sound of the ripples caused by the water reminded everyone of the eternal flow of time. Arriving from the north, the Sampan entered a narrow canal to the right. From far away, they could see the Minbya Market. Two hired autos covered by canvas had been waiting for the rebels on the road adjacent to the market. Before getting into the auto, Sajed gave every rebel a photo of their target. The mission control Centre of Tatmadaw was located in a building on the road that goes from Minbya Market to the church. There’s an open yard all around the three storied building and a ten feet high boundary wall surrounded the premise. The ten feet high Iron gate was the only entrance for vehicles. There’s another smaller gate for individuals to enter or exit. Accommodations for Lee were on the second floor of the building. The room where Lee was supposed to spend the night, next to it, there’s another room containing monitors connected to the CCTV cameras used for observing the entire neighborhood. The officers and soldiers of Tatmadaw used the five rooms and a big hall room on the ground floor. Meals were prepared for the soldiers and officers inside the building.