The Calm of Greece

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Patience. That's what was killing her. Waiting for the call to take action and do what was needed. She truly didn't need to wait, had no reason to yet the more time slipped by, the more the children were in danger and that was making her more pissed off by the minute.

Zamir gave her a glare as she saw the men walk by, laughing at each other as the rest laid within the building. She glanced back over at him, watching as he gave a warning to her and to stay where she was. This was bullshit. There were children in there, soon to be sold off and used for god knows what and they were wasting time on Yusuf and Ilir to get to the loading points with the trucks. Raja was a sitting duck within the damn place as she tried to bait what she could out of the building. So why the hell were they outside waiting like dogs?

Feriah mentally counted the men she saw earlier as she checked the number of bullets in her gun and in the holster. She had to be fast and precise about each move she made, had to be silent and unseen. Unless shit hit the fan, then it was all out war.

Two more left the building as the chirp of the headset gave way to the men, stating that the trucks were ready for delivery. Now it was time. With a wave of his hand, Zamir and her quickly flew into the building, checking every corner and door they came across.

"Remember, three holding cells on the second floor and another at the bottom, each should contain about ten kids if not more. Get them to the doors and make no noise." he ordered.

"Got it." she replied just to feel a hand land on her shoulder.

"I mean it." he hissed in her ear, "I don't want a repeat of Almaty."

"The bastard veered in and started screaming." Feriah defended herself, "If it wasn't for that, I would have been fine."

"You are just too-"

"Enough you two." she heard Father Jabari over the radio, "Just get the children and get out, end of the mission."

Zamir shook his head at her as he moved back to his position. With a quick sight of her gun, she was off. Searching the halls for any sign of life and men they missed outside, she scurried as fast as she could, hoping to hear the familiar sounds of whimpers.

Her heart raced as she flew around the place, checking door after door, praying that they didn't miss the date of shipping. Finally turning a corner, she heard it. Tiny whimpers of children as older ones tried to calm the little ones down, knowing the cost if they were heard. She paused for a moment, looking up and down the hall, hoping that she didn't miss a thing. With a quick kick, the door flew open, making the children cry out in fear as she came in.

"La tukhafini, 'ana huna lilmusaeadat." she told them in a hushed whisper.

Only then did they realize that she wasn't one of them. Tears fell passed their eyes as she gathered them all together, Feriah laid her hand on the oldest looking one as she nodded to him.

"'ayn albaqiata?"

"'iilaa hunak." he told her as he pointed to the door.

Of course, she chose the path to the basement, now let the nightmares begin. She gave him quick directions to find Raja and get to the trucks as she grabbed the others. He took off with the others, trying their best to keep quiet and escape hell, just for her to face her own.

"Alright Feriah, you can do this." she coached herself as she opened the door, "Just like the ones at home."

Slowly, she descended the stairs, cautiously checking everything before her as she tried to calm her mind. The musty smell of decay and blood hit her as rattling caught her ears, yes there were children in this hellhole. Once down, she made her way over to the sounds as she tried not to imagine the site she couldn't see. Her light was dim but enough to see the door from the stairs, and that's where she kept it. She could hear little whispers within, sharp Arabic to be silent. A world she knew too well of.