45 The Russians Gambit: Part 21 (1/2)
Abdul and Lizeth. Those persons that walked into a suicide mission without any fears on their heart. Abdul who wanted to serve his motherland and Lizeth who wanted her normal life back.
The village was dimly lit. The lamps weren't enough to shine the whole village. Lizeth didn't have NVG. It was dark. Insurgents didn't have NVG either. Good for them. They started their infiltration. Their codename was Sandman. Sandman 1 and 2. They communicate through their headphone.
Lizeth crawled through the desert darkness with her rifle aimed at the village direction. She wore her dark balaclava to blend in with the darkness. She hid behind a building and peeked a little. Insurgents. Lots of them were standing below a makeshift street light.
Lizeth: ”Sandman 1, do you copy?”
Abdul: ”Sandman 1 here, loud and clear sandman 2.”
Lizeth: ”I'm moving to the main buildings, but could you find a power generator?”
Abdul: ”Copy that, Sandman 2 out.”
Lizeth waited. Both of them gambled. She hoped that the terrorist had a flashlight so she could tag them. She peeked again, the insurgents disappeared. Where were they going? No idea. She hoped it wasn't Abdul they were after.
She gripped the pistol grip of the rifle tighter as she heard it. Footsteps from the corner. It came closer and closer. She activated the [Focus] ability and peeked from right behind the corner. It was a cheeky brat.
Kill him or not? Fuck. She pulled the trigger of her silenced rifle and killed the boy in place. She felt guilty about it. But it was him or her at that point.
The lights suddenly turned off. The village turned pitch black. The insurgents were cursing in Arabic about the lights that turned off again. Lizeth used this chance to approach the main building which was suspected to be the hiding place of Amar and the dossier.
Abdul: ”I placed a claymore in front of the power generator.”
Lizeth: ”You did what? You stupid Iraqi.”
It would only take a little time before someone went checking for the power generator. Lizeth moved faster to the main building and she opened the door of that dark building slowly.
[Focus]
Time moved slowly and three people were highlighted by a white outline. None of them was Amar. She shot her rifle at them. They fell down to the ground. Dead. They wouldn't wake up.
A loud gunshot could be heard. It wasn't suppressed, who could it be? She didn't have time to find out. She only had little time before Amar went escaping. She went running to the second floor of that building and searched from room to room for Amar.
Lizeth: ”Sandman 1, do you copy?”
Static. He must have died. Poor Stupid Iraqi. She noticed loud footsteps right behind her. He nodded behind. It was Amar that tried to attack her from behind using a knife. She deployed her baton.
Amar swung his knife. It missed and scratched Lizeth's face. Lizeth bashed Amar's legs with her baton and made him fell down to the ground. Amar screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. Unluckily, it alerted the whole compound.