A lot can happen in five weeks, but Amy never thought she would be here. She was lying in wait outside a safehouse in a semi remote part of near the border. Fighting in this region was not as fierce, but there were still rebel strongholds like the one she was looking down upon. She looked at her watch – it was 3 o’clock in the morning. She was not really supposed to be here. Her mandate had sort of been along the lines of a spy, finding weapons of mass destruction and then either destroying or tracking them to a place where they could be seized or intercepted. What they were up against here was something more like a military raid. Her support for this mission, Kevin Germaine, lay beside her. Since arriving on the ground in the two had been drawn to this farmhouse in the mostly lawless country. The farmhouse acted most as a drug transshipment point – the rebels were using the drugs to fund their resistance against the government. Tonight though something more was supposed to be coming through here, a biological weapon from a closed lab in . Regardless of who they were going to use it against Amy couldn’t let the supposed weapon fall into the wrong hands, and it was supposed to be arriving soon. Counting the men coming and going, Kevin and Amy guessed that there were no more than 5 people inside, they would wait and raid the building and take them down with the element of surprise.
Kevin was a skilled soldier, he had served two tours in Iraq in Army Special Forces, but just the two of them while watching the house fell into the same routine as prison guards, they were only looking in and not out and didn’t realize that they had been spotted and were being stalked. The takedown was almost too fast to notice. Amy and Kevin didn’t even have time to draw their weapons. They would be seeing the inside of the farmhouse sooner than they had anticipated.
The two were tied up, gagged and thrown in the back of a pickup truck to be driven to the house. Once they got there they were dragged out and led in. Amy was keeping her cool, but she didn’t see much of a way out of this. Two white Americans in the middle of nowhere with a group of people that didn’t much care for Americans. Amy and Kevin were taking into a back room where their arms were tied up to the ceiling. Despite her predicament, Amy’s main worry was not her potential death, rather she felt as though she had let everyone down. She was here on her first deployment and was bordering on being an utter failure. She could hear the men discussing them in the other room. She could make out parts of what they were saying because Urdu is close enough to Farsi. They were debating whether to kill them or keep them as hostages. They were not coming to a conclusion though it seemed as they were screaming at the top of their lungs. Whoever was standing closest to the door finally kicked it open. He fired one shot at Amy and one at Kevin. The shot at Kevin hit home, but the gunman was tackled by his colleagues before he could get a clean shot at Amy. He did get one shot off, and the bullet grazed by Amy’s head. She was hit, but for the time being at least she was ok.
Scott was pissed, he had been tracking these guys for a month only for some other unknown people to show up at the last moment. It seems to him that government agencies should talk to one another so that these problems would never go down. Then he remembered he wasn’t a government agent anyway, at least not in the traditional sense. He weighed his options but he didn’t need to. He knew the vehicle coming in would be here soon and that if he intervened it would mean that his opportunity to intercept the shipment would be gone. Still in making his decision he knew he did not have one. Whoever had just been taken in the building was not his responsibility. Furthermore getting in would be no problem. Every single one of the drug traffickers has returned to the house when whoever the two were had been found. This made moving over the open terrain quite easy. He was pretty sure this area wasn’t mined, but he didn’t have the time to pick and choose his route anyway. He set out on a mad sprint for the house. He paused outside for a moment. He heard the vehicle coming in now – maybe it wasn’t too late to nab everyone and rescue whoever it was that was inside. A quick mental check of the origin of voices broke down for him where everyone was in the room. There was some yelling and gunshots. He might be too late, but the time for action was now anyway.
He made a quick calculation of where his weapons were. He would go in pistols drawn. Anything bigger would be too cumbersome for a firefight inside a house. He pulled open the door and fired a shot before even through the doorway. The first guy was down. In the room, one shot right, one left, two more to go by his count. Scanning the room he saw no one but saw the open door to the back. This is where the shots had come from, and he could see on the floor where the men had wrestled. There were still three of them back there, with whatever hostages might still be alive. He could see in the reflection of an old rusted kettle through the open door to where the two prisoners were hanging. He holstered his pistols and grabbed one of the AK-47s that was left lying on the ground, after his first three kills. Judging by what he could see in the other room from the reflection, the other three could only be in one place in the room. He fired a burst of 10 rounds through the wall in their direction. He had still not really stopped moving since he had gotten in the house, this had all occurred in maybe two seconds. He finally took a second to pause and swivelled himself into the next room. One of the prisoners was for sure dead, the other, a woman might be. One of his rounds looked like it had grazed her leg, she was bleeding from it which meant she was probably still alive. Scott looked to the ground. Apparently his shots were all too accurate. He would have liked to have kept at least one of these guys alive to question.
There was no time for the woman at the moment. Scott jumped through the back window and climbed onto the mud roof. The vehicle was still there. He was not sure why, if it was him he probably would have taken off right away. He got down and fired off a round from the AK-47. It was a long shot and the AK-47 is no sniper rifle, but even in the darkness he managed to hit the windshield of what looked to be a military style jeep. This wasn’t what he was expecting, he was looking for a drug shipment, not a small vehicle. He took another shot, this one was well to the right. He could see the passenger shove the presumably dead driver out and turn the vehicle around and drive off into the darkness. Scott got a couple more ineffective shots off. They were gone.
He quickly gave up the cumbersome rifle and got back downstairs. The adrenaline rush was not over yet. He got back into the room, pulled out a knife and cut down the woman.
“Are you alive?” he said
“Yes,” came the answer
“Seriously injured?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
“Meet me down the road as quickly as you can, and stick to the road so you don’t get lost” he said as he sprinted out of the room.
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