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~Fahad~
Trying to calm down a group of women has got to be the hardest thing ever. To add to it, do I need to mention those ladies who tend to complain a lot about their nerves? I think not, for we have all come across that 'type' at least once in the course of our eventful lives.
"Hold it together, ladies! Ummi, aunties there is absolutely nothing to worry about, I'm going to go out there right now and check on the situation."
"Don't move an inch Fahad! What if it's a fanatic, racist waiting for you to step out? Do you want to get shot?"
"Relax ma, nothing will happen, I have everything under control."
Of course I can't deflect a bullet dudes, however, I have reasons to be quite optimistic about my safety. Remember my hinting towards a specific scent around me, in the city? You got it! I haven't seen the person's face yet, talk about being surreptitious. Out of the blue it began to rain, nice and hard. What's with this village and gloomy atmosphere?
The aunties had huddled together in one of the corners, thank God for that, at least they were no longer clinging to me. Seriously, what happens to even the strong women when they hear a gun shot? Ummi, however, refused to let go of my shirt.
"You are not stepping out Fahad baita(son), I won't let you risk your life."
"Safia let him go, Hareem please get him my pistol. Fahad, being the only man here must go out and check on the situation-no buts and ifs."
Nano spoke out, earning a thankful glance from me. Ten years since I last met her and still she knows what I want, without my having to ask. Arfa looked at me with fear in her eyes, I made my way towards her and patted her head.
"No worries kiddo, you do trust your bhai(brother), right?"
"One hundred and ten percent!!!!"
"Awesome, so don't give me that worried expression okay? It makes me feel guilty."
" Sure thing, Fahu bhai."
Great so I better get used to being called "Fahu bhai" again, I fake glared at the lady who had comeup with the abhorrent nickname-a.k.a Hadiyah Omar. She avoided eye-contact, she's just too Islamic-I controlled the urge to roll my eyes at her. I am used to women who actually want me to look at them, what's her problem?
I turned my attention towards the pistol, it is an 'Alpha combat', a Czech-made semi-automatic pistol; it is a combat series, I have come across both the defender series and combat series in the past. I do, however, prefer the later, I smiled at it, admiring my nano's choice, silently.
I removed the safety manually, for it has a manual safety lock. It made the usual 'clicking' sound, keeping it's nozzle pointed towards the ground I briskly walked towards the door. I rested my lower-back against the door and slightly opened it to peek outside. No one was around, I shifted to the other side and met the same sight-not a soul could be seen.
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~Enigma all the way~
Sh*t man this guy is good! I swore silently as I heard footsteps again. The last bullet he fired had grazed my left ear, it was stinging like sh*t. I coughed, spit and blood left my mouth and formed a puddle near me, it's been a while since I met a worthy opponent.
"Don't let him get to you man, do not let the fact that you are hopelessly outnumbered, let you forget that you are here to do your duty- you're here to protect family."
I chanted to myself, hating the way my voice shook from pain; the grazed ear wasn't the only wound my body had suffered. I reloaded my walther P99 pistol, my backup on ammunition had almost extinguished. I had to shoot with prudence now, no more random shots to scare away the enemy. I had already tried that and failed miserably.
"Bahar niklo!! Kahan chupay huay ho?"(come out, where are you hiding?)
I heard a shout, it wasn't my current follower.
"Da*n it! How many of them are there?"
I said, wiping the beads of sweat off of my forehead. Today was certainty not my day, but there is one thing we are clearly taught by our maestro; never ever give up. We were instructed at the academy to memorise some words, made up by ourselves or some quote, that would help us remember our duty. Here's what I chose for myself,
"Fall seven times, stand up eight."
Sounds simple? See the magic. Le simple is le awesome. Let the chanting begin, where did I adopt the chanting habit, you wonder? Let's leave that to you guys to guess; enigma all the way.
I felt for my remaining ammunition, bingo ;my hand met with a deep hole in my left pocket, my trousers had been cut with breathtaking precision. I almost lost my head, kicked a rock, saw a small boy running away and swore after him till I could swear no more. Even their kids were excellent, stealthy, hardy; you name it. I ran from there fast, if the child had seen me he would soon be back with lots of them. But first I had to get rid of the two men who were following me.
I bent down and picked up the sharpest piece of rock I could find. Primitive ideas work best at times, footsteps can be heard all around me. They're both trying to confuse me. Thankfully it isn't dark or I wouldn't have lasted an hour in their territory. Darkness does, however, come with it's own advantages, when you're in a battle. I prefer daylight and one on one encounters, however, I received training for all methods of fighting.
I took hold of my sling, settled my rock at the right place and did a mental calculation. Projectile motion and it's implications can come in real handy. I pulled the rubber back and released it roughly at a twenty-degrees angle. It went down the hill and hit my previous follower straight on his forehead.
Despite the distance I could detect that I had been successful. Making a perfect shot from here, my maestro (teacher) would have been proud. However, the game had only started to get tough. They were all around me, it was only a matter of time, they would be onto me soon.
The rock I had been leaning against helped hide me from view. It had a tiny cave-like place in it. I could hear the second man, he was rushing towards me as fast as he could. The rock I had thrown had given away my hiding place. I slid myself into the tiny place, it was a tight fit. As soon as he came near I entangled his feet into the rope I had with me. He fell down with an ugly thud. I hastened to get back on my feet. Grabbing him by the collar, I made him stand up straight. Resting his back against my chest I whispered into his ear.
"How many of your men are near by?"
I had my dagger almost glued to the flesh on his neck. I asked of him, trapped him in a headlock and waited for him to answer. He had gripped my arms with both of his hands, however, he didn't resist in the least. It was as if he was hiding something, I caught sight of what looked like an evil grin. He was quick in hiding his expression. Something definitely felt fishy. The next second he took me by surprise by speaking out in perfect Italian,
"Godi il soggiorno con il poco Sammy qui. No preoccupi lui farà prendere buona cura di voi. (Enjoy your stay with little Sammy here. Don't worry he'll make it nice and quick for you.)"
He wrung himself out of my headlock with breathtaking agility and threw me into the air. Keeping a tight grip onto my arms, he used gravity to his advantage and hurled me onto the hard, hot Balochistani land with brute like force. The impact made me wince with pain, I felt lots of pointy things make their way into my back.
His hand made it's way towards his chest and I saw him remove a black snake with brown dots on it from a bag. He forced me to open my mouth, it didn't take long for me to realise that he wanted to put the snake into my mouth.
TBContinued :D
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Ouch Le cliff hanger!!!! Sorry guys lots of mocks coming up!!! I'll update soon In shaa Allah!!!
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