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3

Before the first bomb

The fan spun quickly around the ceiling as smoke poured out of the man's cigarette. Sweat dripped down him as the hot sun broke through the gaps in the blinds. His legs firmly placed on the ground while a rifle rested on the radiator. He flicked through his phone waiting for his contact. His hair draped loose down his face as his stubbly beard caught the sweat droplets. His mouth was in the shade and his hair was soaked. A noise peeked his attention. He locked his phone and peeked through the blinds. The light of the outside world blasted his face and he squinted as he saw a pickup approaching the motel. The light illuminated his mouth as black stitches locked his mouth shut by his lips. He watched people quickly run inside and lock their doors. As the pickup got closer he noticed a figure stand up from the back and cock a LMG. His eyes widened as he dashed to the bed. He tossed the mattress up in the air as bullets unloaded upon the small Motel room. The bullets pierced the walls and tore through the mattress. He shielded his face as he dove into the closet. He pulled his sidearm out and cocked it. The bullets stopped as the engine of the truck cut out.

"روم چیک کریں!"

The man heard the door explode open as the soldier stomped in brandishing his M249. He approached the closet and aimed the gun. The man burst out of the closet and shot the soldier in the legs and then the head. He dashed to the door and grabbed his rifle. He flicked a switch and tilted the rifle to the side to use the Red Dot sight. He peeked the corner and fire the now automatic weapon. The bullets tore through the last two shooters and bullet holes tore through the pickup. The man stood up and walked out. He pulled back the soldiers' masks to see young Pakistanis. He recovered the soldiers and walked back into his room. He grabbed his suitcase. He left the room and walked to the garage beside the Motel. He entered the front room as the workers cowered behind the desk. He slammed his hand upon the bell and pointed to his car. The worker grabbed the keys. His hands shook rapidly as he handed the man the keys to his 1969 Ford Mustang. The man smiled and left the front office and loaded his stuff in his car. He put the keys in the ignition and started up the roaring engine. It's grumble overpowered the outside noise as he reversed the car out of the garage. He placed it in gear and the wheels spun as he raced off down the desert road.

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Casket lent out and shot at the terrorists. Her bullets traveled through their chests and head and dropped them. More and more kept turning up out of nowhere and they shot up the phone box Casket was hidden behind. She ducked her head down while the bullets tore through the phone box. Cars raced into Piccadilly Square, sirens and lights blasting. The car skidded to a stop and blocked the bullets form reaching Casket. Jordon jumped out and ducked behind his cruiser. He signalled for to quickly run to him and she bolted out. Bullets flew towards her and she got half way before the bullets tore her to shreds. The bullets tore through her flesh like a hot knife through butter. She collapsed to her knees as blood shot out of her mouth. She gripped her wounds and looked at Jordon. Her blood choking her as she tried to speak.

"L-leave....my......"

Blood poured out as she chocked. The shooters had no shot as she slumped over slightly.

"Leave....my sister...........o-out.......of...........this..."

She leant up and a bullet traveled through her brain. It blew blood out as she collapsed lifeless to the ground. Blood pouring from her wounds as she laid there with her eyes open. Her body went stiff as the life drained from her. Jordon looked in horror at his partner. Jordon's face filed with rage as he jumped up from behind his car. Nothing could be heard. His mouth opened in rage but nothing came out. Bullets flew through the air but nothing could be heard. Blood shot out his back as bullets tore up his body. He collapsed to his knees and a shooter ran up and a single gun shot could be heard. It pierced his skull as he dropped lifeless facing his partner. Rain poured from the sky washing the blood away. A light beamed down upon the two corpses as a rain of bullets tore through the square. Terrorist's ripped apart by the fast moving bullets. The light illuminated the square as the machine gun tore through the terrorist's. The blades tore through the rain and night sky as the helicopter lowered down. People rappelled down form it and they landed on their feet with a thump. Cops raced into the square as the silhouetted people raised their guns. Cops raised their guns ready to fire when a voice shouted out of the group.