When the world finally stopped ringing and spinning, August finally understood what the hell just happened.
A bomb just went off. Two bombs to be exact. One at the front and back entrances. Bombs that were rigged to go off when the doors were opened.
Bombs that an experienced secret agent should have seen from a mile away.
Quickly stopping himself from feeling self-pity, August attempted to contact his team members, secretly hoping no one had died because of his carelessness.
"IS EVERYONE OKAY? Hello? Is anybody on comms?" August questioned his absent team, he was beginning to panic.
Not that he would ever tell anyone that.
As he got no response except the eerie silence of nothingness, August began to run across the sandy yard, up until he reached the front entrance where he could now see the damage the bomb had caused. The whole front entrance of the building had been destroyed, leaving a large gaping wound in the building wall. The bomb had left scorch marks across the sand, launching debris everywhere. August could see the bodies of his teammates sprawled all around the front entrance.
There were bodies 10 maybe 20 feet away from where the doors used to be, the closer he got to the building entrance the state of the bodies began to become increasingly more grotesque. As August was 10 feet away from entering the building he saw a body missing an arm, 5 feet away he saw just a torso, and just as he was entering the building there were no bodies.
Just blood and ash.
Holy shit. August could only assume that the back entrance looked the same. Like the trained agent he was, August strayed away from the fallen bodies of his teammates and carefully entered the building with caution.
If this place had hidden bombs who knows what other tricks they have hidden up their sleeves. August thought to himself as he walked into the building with his gun raised, making sure to look at every possible place an enemy target could be hiding waiting to finish him off.
From the inside, the bomb didn't seem to have been as effective. Everything seemed to be in relative order with only some broken glass and dust blanketing the ground.
August travelled about 15 feet into the building when he came upon a room that seemed to be a make-shift office. There was an old desk with files and loose papers sprawled across the top and 3 large filing cabinets behind it. As August approached the desk he began to notice what kinds of documents were on the table, they looked to be pictures and profiles. Just as he picked one up to take a closer look it started.
The screaming.
As August briskly walked through the long hallway following the sounds of women screaming, guns being fired, and what August could identify from experience, as bodies dropping to the floor.
As the screaming increased to wailing, August began to run down the long hall to where he heard the god-awful sounds coming from. What started as 10 maybe 20 screams when he first entered, was now only a singular voice when August finally reached his intended destination.
He was just on the edge of the doorway, leaning against the wall that kept him hidden. This allowed August a few seconds to pause and asses the situation and make a plan.
But as a small, fragile voice pleads for, who August could only assume was her attacker to stop and get away from her. August knew he had to act now or the only living people in the building would be him and this last living (well he won't be for long) dirtbag.
August spun into the room, gun raised pointed at the head of the target, his finger on the trigger of his gun, ready to pull the trigger and end a life in the blink of an eye.
"Stop, raise your hands above your head and slowly turn around," August commanded. His voice cold, commanding and unemotional, as if seeing the dead bodies of at least 30 women ages varying from, what he would guess to be, teenagers to middle-aged women didn't affect him in the slightest.
The rugged man in front of him tensed up at August's voice. He became frozen, paralyzed like a marble statue in a museum. The man's front was turned away from August, so he could not see his face, but from what August could see, the man appeared to be around 6 foot 2, with a wide frame that implied strength. While assessing the enemy in front of him, August spotted a pair of extremely thin, bruised, female legs further in front of the man.
Before August could get a good look at the last remaining victim, the man, with speed August did not expect him to have, swooped down and grabbed the woman's arms and hauled her up so she was now standing pressed up against him in a choke hold with a gun pressed tightly against her temple, facing August.
At the sight of the weapon and the hostage, August readjusted his aim so it was perfectly aligned right between his target's eyes.
As he was now facing August, he could now see that this man was around 35 years old, with tanned skin, a thin face, bushy eyebrows, and dirty skin. From the way this man was holding the gun August new he was not dealing with some low-life, criminal punk who had never shot a gun before. No, this man knew what he was doing.
August was so busy analyzing the man he completely forgot about the hostage he was threatening. Not to mention he completely blocked out the man screaming at him.
"Lower your weapon or I'll shoot her right now. Don't think I won't 'cause as you can see I will not hesitate to kill the little whore," the unidentified man said in an easily identifiable Spanish accent.
At the threat to her life, the girl began to whimper and shake in fear for her life. The small sound seemed to slap August in the face and he finally came back into the situation but by that time August's target had repositioned the trembling girl so that his forehead was just peaking out from behind the girls head, ruining August's chance of a clean, kill shot. It seemed August had to improvise.
"Listen here you fuckhole. You do not get to make any demands. You have zero leverage against me. I don't give a flying fuck about what happens to the little princess. All I care about is ending your pathetic, miserable existence. Kill her for all I care, in fact, do it. It'll make it that much easier to kill you." August spoke with a hard voice, completely void of any human emotion. He was lying of course, as much as he didn't seem to care at the beginning of this mission, he wasn't about to let a girl lose her life to this scumbag. His speech was all a rouse.
The girl's eyes seemed to widen almost comically, and all hope of being rescued and saved faded from her eyes as it appeared that her saviour wasn't going to be saving her at all. The girl wasn't the only one stunned by August's exclamation. The cruel man was completely dumbfounded that this agent could not care less about his hostage. He was so stunned that he let his guard down just for a split second.
But that split second was all August needed, as he pulled the trigger.
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