The warm wind of the desert brushed through his body, he held his rifle tight to his chest and looked at the rest of his squad. "Two, Four and Eight, stack up. Three and Seven, with me." He watched in anticipation as Three planted a breaching charge as Seven rushed in. "Breach and clear!" A moment later, he saw the others rush in. He joined them and booted open a door and saw half a dozen militants with bombs strapped to their shoulders. "Put your fucking hands up, now!" Suddenly, one of them rose up and started pacing towards him. The others rushed in with their rifles high. The militant was mumbling undecipherable words as he held a detonator in his hands. Someone shouted "GET BACK!" and suddenly everything blacked out