One Shot - Kill Shot

Chapter #1

Ali Ramzi was son to Mohammed Ramzi that was killed in Pakistan a few days ago. He was a fairly large man who stood about 6ft tall and was lean but musculer and had a cold dark stare in his eyes.He always liked to keep himself cleanly shaved and well presented as his father did. He also worked for Al-qaeda like his father although he was second in command. It was his call to send his father to the huts in Bela in Pakistan to sort some important business out. Deep down he felt abit of regret and guilt about what had happend to his father, but he could not let that show as he was a leader for the biggest terrist organisation the world has ever seen.

 It was now 6.00pm and Ali had arriaved in Iraq the previouse morning but spent the day travelling across Iraq to a small town called Tekrit. He arriaved outside a building that stood in the middle of the town. It stood about 5 floors high and was litterted with armed guards who carried loaded AK-47 machine guns and a varirity of different knifes. The Al-qaeda headquters. As the car rolled to a stop 5 of the guards closest to the car all walked over with there AK-47s locked on the car ready to shoot at any time. The car had all the windows blacked out so the guards couldnt see in and had no idea who it was. In the front of the building was a hole in the wall where the doors where supposed to be. A man walked out and started heading for the guards. The man was dressind in a grey tuxedo with a white t-shirt, he had stubble around his face and a scar down his left cheek but walked forward confidently, looking at the drivers side of the car smiling. As he got closer to the car he shouted to the guards surrounding the car

'Put thoes wepons down and go do some work!'

 There was a authority in his voice that showed he was in command and no one would dare disobey him. All at once the guards lowed there wepons and stood up looking on. The drivers side door opend and Ali stepped out, looking at the man coming towards him.

'Ali my freind' said the man raising his arms as a guesture to him.

'Good to see you Abdual' replied Ali.

The man was called Abdual Kharder and he was the leader of the Al-qaeda terrist organistion.

'Come with me my freind lets go have a drink' said Abdual.

Ali smiled and nodded and they started making there way back into the headquaters where Abdual had just came from. As they started walking back one of the guards came over and stepped infront of Abdual and Ali. He cant of been more than 18 years old, new to the organisation and was trying to make a good first impression.

'Sorry for raising our wepons, we did not know it was you Ali sir'

Ali stopped in his tracks. He felt the eyes of Abdual and the guards staring at him. There was to be no signs of weakness or forgivness in this line of work, the boy had disobeyed a order and had interuppted there conversation. This was not to happen again. And it wouldnt. Ali put his hand around to his side under his jacket and pulled out a M9 Beretta Service Pistol, pointed it at the man who looked back in shock. Ali pulled the trigger sending the bullet crashing into the man. The man stood there for a few seconds not moving before slumping to the floor in a heep. Ali returned the pistol to his side and put his arm infront of him and Abdual started walking back to the building, followed closly by Ali. No one dared give them a second glance.

They went up to the top floor and down the corridor to the very end room. There was two guards either side of the door. They each stood about 6'5 high and weighed about 18st. They where dressed diffrent to the other guards as they where in full black tuxedos. They where not ordinary guards. They where Abduals personal 'assistants' that he had hand picked himself, to do his every bidding without asking questions. The guards seen them coming and opend the doors to let Ali and Abdual in. They followed them inside and closed the door behind them all standing with there backs to the closed door. The room was one of the larger rooms in the building, but still just as plain. In the room there was only one window to allow light into the room and a desk that was situated away from the window to make sure when he sat there he could not be seen from the outside. Either side of the desk was a chair and on the desk was a computer. Over in the corner of a room was a stool with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses on. Abdual grabbed these, took a seat and poured to glasses out.

'Sorry to here about your father my freind, it is a tragic loss' said Abdual handing Ali a drink.

'Sacrifies have to be made to achieve what we want' replied ali.

This is not what Ali wanted to dissucs as he still felt guilty but couldnt let any sign of guilt or weakness show.

'Lets get stright to the point, whats the next step. The Americans now have the documents in that breifcase and will relise what we are going to try and do'. Ali said this with seriousness in his voice changing the atmosphere in the room.

'Now now my friend dont you worry about that i have a more important job for you.' Abdual took out some papers and dropped them on the table. 'We are going to aim to kill the presedent of the United States.' Abdual said with a smirk on his face.

'And how do we expect to do that' asked Ali who now was intreguied to find out his plan.

' All in good time, All in good time.'

Ali had a looked through the papers, looked up and smiled. He picked up his glass and drank the contents, grabbed the papers and stood up.

'I will be in touch' said Ali as he turned his back and walked out of the room.

Abdual walked over to the window and watch Ali get back into the car and speed off in a cloud of dust.

'You are a great solider. To bad your life has to be ended so shortly.