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Alex had to clear his mind. Which is hard when you literally watched someone explode. He walked over an arm, the finger was set on on the trigger button. Alex took the MP5 off of the detached arm. He then walked over to his upper body, which was completely detached from his lower body; and removed his bullet proof vest, along with the ammo.

Alex felt kind of bad, but it was good to salvage these things. The group treaded their way for miles, and then they reached the camp. It was late, and everyone was exhausted. They all went to bed. Except Alex. He lied on his cot looking up, thinking about his whole life. He was checking his world-clock watch, which has the time for over twenty countries, including Iraq.

His watched beeped, it was 12 A.M. Go time. Alex put on the bullet proof vest, cocked his Colt .45 and stuck the MP5 in the back of his pants. The night was pitched dark, but there was light from the fire of the Black Hawk, and the moon, giving him enough light to move on. He found footsteps, which he followed. He arrived at mountain. He could hear the gun shots only 100 feet away. It was a group of kids, maybe 8-12 practicing for the Taliban.

He sneaked over to one of the boulders, to get a better angle. One of the commanding officers lined a women up, the 8 year old pointed pointed his gun at her head. Tears were slowly flowing down here face, you could see the fear in her eyes. The little boy aimed, the officer yelled "Go!", he pulled the trigger and the bullet went right through her head.

She slid down to the ground, leaving a streak of red blood. Alex stood there, on the verge of vomiting. He held it back, well actually he threw up, but kept it in his mouth, and then swallowed it back in. Wasn't great, but he didn't want anyone to hear him. Alex got over the initial shock of seeing someone being executed.

The officer walked over to the boy and patted him on the back. The kid just stared at the body. Not really knowing what he just did. He just killed someones mother, someones wife, someones daughter, and someones sister. The boy walked over to the group of other 8-12 year olds. Alex ran around to the other side, and was right behind one of the leaders.

He put his hand around his mouth, killing him silently. He pulled out his Colt .45 pistol and shot the two men in the head running towards him. He took the ID's and other valuable information off of the three men he just killed. The sun was rising and he need to get back to base. He walked for a few miles, until he reached camp.

Quietly he opened the tent, put his MP5 and Colt .45 down on the ground, under his cot. But Alex wasn't ready for bed just yet. Something was wrong. Everyone in the room was dead silent, no snoring, no nothing. It just didn't seem right. Trusting his instincts, he went over to one of the guys and felt his pulse. There wsa none, he was dead.

The blood was flooding the sheets, dripping to the floor, everyone else had been executed also. He lifted the covers and saw the bullet in his skull. Alex wanted to save Sabina, now more than ever. Then an Arab man walked up behind Alex and pointed his gun at Alex's head. "DON'T MOVE!" Alex couldn't do anything, no karate kick was fast enough. All he had to do was pull the trigger. He put a black bag of Alex's head, tied his hands and legs and threw him into the back of a car, he then sped off, leaving a trail of dust. Alex didn't know what to do, he had no idea where he was going, and what they were going to do to him.