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Prologue

18 october 2009

Yousif Beliqu walked in silence. He could feel the cold air blowing down from the side of the mountain, brushing across his raw skin. A thin sweater was all that was covering his chest, and a light dusting of snow was filling the morning air. It made no difference, thought Yousif sullenly. A man who has lost his wife dosen't feel the cold. He dosen't feel heat, pain or pleasure, or any other sensation. Just a frozen emptiness inside.

Yousif only had one bullet in his semi-automatic 2006 standard edition M9 pistol. He heard the crunching of snow around the corner. He turned around but saw nothing. Then he felt a sudden cold hand on his shoulder. As he tried to turn around he felt a really big pain in his shoulder and looked down in horror to see he had been shot.

to be cotinued at a later date!

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