War On Terror

Man In A Suit

"The house is beautiful. Not bad." I toke a peak of the Imam.. Well.. Late Imam's house.

"Glad you love it."

"Tell me why I'm doing this again?"

"Its he's last request. And take this. Its a blueprint of what the factory looks like, it also have images of the surroundings covering it. Need you to memorize it. Good look. Seriously, you'll need it." He handed me the prints and photos then drove away.

There she was. Just stood there.her body was covered except her face. She had a deadly glare for me. But those eyes. Blimey! What a beauty! She got inside slamming the door.

I got inside. The house was silent beyond my imagination. She just sat on a chair.

"Hi.. Um.. I want to know if you have any sister... Or brother?" I don't really know how to talk to girls. I alway go shy when it comes to girls. I still get shy even with the fact that I'm 26.

She didn't answer. She just kept her eyes closed.

"Annesha... Right."

'1, don't talk to her unnecessarily.' Captain Mills warning came into my mind. I quickly left her and sat somewhere else. I need to study these photos.

11:38 PM

I studied the map for the last time. Mills had circled some spots and written on it the area. He wrote how heavily guarded it is and way we can take over the factory. I have my own plans, but I'll explain that to him in person.

Then I heard the door open slowly. Can't believe they came after her qthis quick. I quickly pulled out a silent pistol and shot him on his upper right arm.

"Shit! Annesha!" he shouted angrily. Wait!

"Bhai! What happened?" Hafsat came. When she saw him bleeding she looked directly at me.

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"I am so sorry some. I thougth you were someone else." I tried apologizing but he kept quiet.

"......... Its OK. The bullet wasn't really big so I doesn't hurt that bad." finally! Someone to talk to.

"But... I'm sorry for your loss. Truth is... I could have done something to save him but I didn't."

"Its OK. He's in a better place now." maybe I should have came with the topic.

"By the way. I tried talking to your sister but she never said a word."

"Well, in our religion, its not recommended for male and female to talk or socialise or talk with eachother unless they are married to eachother or its strictly professional. But not a single word? Well, its probably because she hates you."

"I guess I can't blame her."

Days Later

"OK. We hit them from the back of the factory, its weakly guarded. Brian, you'll be using the drone and giving out orders. Use the cloak to conseal yourself. Once that's done you can easily take them out. You'll go in group of 8. Good luck."

10 NOV, 2017

We'll be hitting the factory soon. We have word that they use that like a safehouse. Where they supply ammunitions in mass numbers.
Our plan is simple. We go in there, take them out and seize whatever we can find. Should be easy.

"Bloddy hell. Looks like a warzone out there. Too bad I'm injured and have to help you from the base." Evans voice came in loud through my ear phone. I was flying the drone which gave us a view of the enemies patroling.

Then a limozine packed in front of the entrance. It was a muscular man in a suit. Surprisingly, he doesn't look like a Muslim at all.

"Who's that?" I asked Evans.

"Not sure. But he definitely looks farmiliar."

"OK guys. Take out the guards outside without raising an alarm. Knock them out with your bare hands. Make sure they are isolated. We need to get that man. Let's go." I ordered an we splited.

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"From what I know there are 12 of them remaining. Wear the cloak. Hit the dirt and take them out from the back." we put on the cloak and we all laid down each aiming at someone. The man in a suit was shouting at them. Maybe because they aren't done loading the guns.

"OK get set to shoot, on my command..... Now." we instantly shot them. Remaining only a few that quickly excurted the man out.

"Max, Martin. Come with me. The rest of you, seize the weapons inside." I headed back to where we kept our truck.

"Max, you drive."

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"I'm tired of this. Max, drive straight." we were meters away of them in God know where. I grabbed my sniper and shot the tyre of their SUV. The SUV turned upside down

Just before we got to the SUV a helicopter shot us with a missile. I saw myself some meters away from the ground. I slammed the ground really hard. My eyes became blured.

"Leave the fuckers. Lets get out of here." I could see him get into the helicopter.

However, Max and Martin were still in the truck. I forced myself up and opened the driver seat door. They were bleeding. But their injuries don't look severe.

"Come on. I'll help you out." I pulled out Max out before pulling Martin out.

"The hell do we get back? Right. Max, hand me your radio."

"Here." he handed his radio. Luckily it is still picking.

"Hello, this is BlackWolf.... 2-8-4. Secondary objective is a failure. He got away."

"I hear you. Don't worry. You've done your job well. We'll get him and push them out of UK. Anything else?"

"Yes. Our truck is a wreck. And I have two injured men with me. I need help in returning back to London."

"OK. We should get to you within an hour. Take care."

"Thanks."

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