Divergent

Death Dealer

Irrespective of the price she pays daily, Anita ruled the camp. Within a short period of time Anita's name soon became a rhythm line, spoken by most in the camp. Although considered a sellout and despised by many nevertheless the 'queen' was confronted by none. Her sheer determination to make the best out of the worst had no second place. As time elapse Anita gradually earned trust from among the top ranking members of the insurgents, deeply rooting her prints in the table of men, a place not worthy of a lady.

Attending tactical firearm training in the morning with Abu-Qaqa and IED production in the evening became a routine for Anita. She was soaring, a little cat dinning amongst lions. She held a place far above the cubs would contend.

It was just another regular morning, wind from the east gently blowing melodies in the ears moving its way west. It wasn't 7am yet the sun stood high in the morning sky illuminating the earth with golden hot rays as it smiles. Gun shots rang in the air gently relieving Abu-Qaqa of his sleep, he reach for a wristwatch placed on a drawer beside the bed, 6:50am it read.

Another shot rang again diffusing the air, at this moment Abu-Qaqa realized Anita wasn't beside him. He gave a mock smile before pressing a cigarette to lips and lightning it. Abu-Qaqa took a steady puff of the tobacco, leaving the tip of the cigarette with a deep orange glow, steady yet again he exhaled releasing a cloud of sour fumes into the atmosphere.

A tray of breakfast laid comfortably on a stood adjacent to the bed. It was a satisfying sight to Abu-Qaqa, spreading his dark lips to a blown smile. He was liking Anita, her character is unlike any he'd seen before. He was used to women who loved and remain loyal to him only because they feared him and none of her predecessors ever took up the military, not even a topic. But to him Anita seems different, she wasn't a scardy one, even if threatened she either have a way of keeping her fear at bay or had mastered the technique of not showing it, either ways she seems fearless and resilient.

More shots echoed, each placing a smile on the face of the commander even while eating.

Anita walked into the tent in a controlled pace to meet the eyes of the commander, her so-called husband gazing up on her.
"you're awake already, I hope I did not wake you my ameer?" Anita inquired casting down a gentle smile.
Abu-Qaqa shook his head "no, no you did not... Come eat with me..." extending her a hand "... I'm sure you haven't eaten."

"no go ahead and eat. I have to finish training first, by the way I'm not hungry. After all hunger is a good motivator, it drives me to train very hard so I don't have to go hungry again. But thanks for caring" ending her statement with a yet another charming smile.

With such bold words and a wifely act hinted with loyalty and determination Abu-Qaqa couldn't understand if her acts were genuine and honest or if she was just an excellent actress either way she was good. He dropped the cup of water he was holding before putting a camouflage jacket on. Anita helped slide his extended-magazine AK49 on his shoulder. "lets go train" he said, all Anita did for an answer was a curtsy and followed his tracks.

At the training ground, Anita took her position beside her husband and assumed a tactical posture, ready to start shooting at the scarecrow a few meters in the distance.
"who trains without a target?..." Abu-Qaqa asked looking at her directly in the eyes. His statement shook her being, but it wouldn't come as a surprise, she knew what he meant, she knew a day like this was coming. "...lets make the practice more fun" he said with a smirk. Abu-Qaqa waved his right hand back and forth a silent signal the men knew so well.

Anita knew this wasn't a training session. It was a test, a test to see how strong she is, a test of loyalty and courage. Over a period she was able to build a name for herself, she earned a reputation, both of which are at question at the moment. Anita wasn't going to let her faint heart throw everything away, everything she had strove to achieve, after all she didn't practice all that while just to shoot toy guns. This was her moment, a moment that will make or break her.