On Edge Of The Knife

Chapter #31: I want to Live,Not to Die

The rebel was approaching Farhan from the entrance. Everyone got alert and aimed at him undistracted. He had scars and cuts on his face and his clothes torn.

Joe tried to confront him.

"Where are the others? You didnt showed at the rendezvous and why the fuck you didnt contact us" Joe was worried.

Farhan grabbed him from his arm and held him near to himself while staring at the rebel.

"I am sorry, they will kill me!!! Please save me" he was mummering to himself.

"They have killed the others, they will also kill me" he was walking towards them.

"Stop!! Stop right there, I said Stop where the fuck you are" Farhan yelled at him but he just continued approaching him without looking at him talking to himself.

"Don't shoot!! No one will fucking shoot!" Joe ordered them.

"What the fuck should we do!" Joe turned to Farhan while repelling his steps and asked him softly.

"He has fucking selled all of you, I am afraid we are in trouble"

Joe was scared as hell. Rebels had pinpointed the weapons on him.

Farhan pointed his Magnum at him to prevent him from getting close to them.

"Stop or I will fucking shoot you!" He awared him angrily.

"No, No, Don't shoot," the rebel mummered in a faint voice. He didn't looked normal. He was walking and talking to himself.

Farhan suddenly realized and pointed his Magnum at him.

"What's inside the jacket?"

"Show me the fucking jacket!!" He yelled as loud as he could.

Suddenly Farhan heard gunshots in the woods few yards from the hideout. The gunshots were getting closer and closer in every second.

Farhan couldn't think what to do at that moment. Rebels panicked and were reckoning here and there in fear. They also heard whirling of the helicopters rotors and police vehicle routers and sirens.

The rebels were confiscated at the campaign at the downtown and  had told them about the hideout.

Suddenly the rebel blasted and it was all blank. Farhan tried to jump as far as possible.

It was very loud and inaudible to his ears. His ears were beeping And his head aching.

Firing started as the red jackets and Fostor along with men entered the hideout. Farhan was covered with dust and dust dizzy coughing painfully. He opened his eyes and saw blazing bullets and heard screams and gunshots.

He dragged himself and took cover behind the table. He was gasping crouching behind the table while some bullets penetrating the wooden table.

He reckoned around when he saw a red jacket fired an RPG which shredded the group of rebels repelling them.

The hideout was crumbling as grenades and blast were penetrating it. It was a dog fight with dirt and dust and blood flying around.

He realized Joe yelling at him. He glanced and saw taking cover behind orange  Lamborghini tire.

"Get the fuck here!! We have to go" his voice struggling between the gunshots and blasts.

The wine bottle was still placed on the table. He tried to grab it but a bullet hit it and shattered it into pieces. He reflexed back behind the table.

"What the fuck are you doing?!!!!" Joe screamed at him.

He grabbed the glass of wine placed next to the bottle and drank it wildly. He mustered his courage and went for it holding his Magnum.