Chasing Abu
Jo-Jo and Stitches followed, in disguise as his personal guard. He nods left, then right, and they split up as Sesa heads into the market.
The soldiers were terrorizing the locals, taking what they wanted with no discretion what so ever. This made him cringe, and he walked on.
A boy bumps into him, then stops and looks at him.
"Be on your way!" He snaps at the boy, who runs away and into a building.
He sighs, wishing things were different.
But they weren't.
These people need hope, even if it means destroying their way of life mentioned saving thousands.
"Stitches, come in." Sesa says into his comm unit, waiting for a response.
"Roger, boss. What's the 411?"
"I got eyes on the prize. Be sure to sweep and stick. Over."
"Roger. Deploying bouncin' betties."
He smirks, then makes sure his brother's small sword was strapped to his back, which it was.
"I'll avenge you, even if I become the devil himself, Sota." He whispers, walking into the town Isis HQ.
He walks up to the building, sweating under the turban.
If their Intel was correct, then that bastard Abu should be here...
Then gunshots ring out, and they hear cries of, "Long live Israel!" as bombs and machine gun fire intensify.
"Jesus Christ Almighty! Where the hell-" Jo-Jo screams, seeing men run out with assault rifles and grenades.
"They must be resistance fighters!" Stitches states as one man, obviously an Israeli, tosses a grenade at a truck filled with soldiers.
"Either way, we gotta get Abu before he scrams!" Sesa yells, seeing it useless to go in disguise now. He rips off his turban and cloak, drawing his rifle up and kicking the door in.
The guards were already there, having heard the gunfire and prepared to deal with the rebel scum that dared defy the will of God.
But what they expected was far different than what they got.
Sesa fired wildly into the mass of bodies, sprinting passed them, towards the roof top.
"Eagle Eye, you got a spot on Big Boy?" Sesa asks, slamming a soldier into the wall, promptly knocking him out.
Stitches quickly laid himself out in the normal position he took, which was essentially him sitting on one knee and putting the barrel in the crook of his arm.
"I got him, sir. He isn't getting away this time."
"Good, take down his chopper if you can. If not, take out the--"
"Already done, sir. They're moving him out of the choper to a car. You can still catch them if you hurry!"
"Gotcha, bud. You know the rendezvous point. Be there or go home."
"Affirmative."
Sesa loots the soldier for some ammo, which wasn't much.
"Damn it. Looks like I'm going to have to go back to swords." He says, holding up a rather beautiful scimitar.
"Abu, your ass is mine..." Sesa says quietly, imagining the horrible things he'd do to Abu with that scimitar.
Oh, how he'll pay for taking Sota...
While Sesa ran to the garage, Jo-Jo runs passed Abu's personal soldiers, breaking his way through a door and to an armory.
He smirked wickedly, knowing just what he'd do with all these wonderful toys.
Ak-47s, Machine Guns, Uzis...
"Pinch me, somebody. I must've died and gone to heaven!" He yells, picking up a beautiful Ak-74u with a heart beat monitor and extra large magazines for extra ammo.
"Only, where the hell is the playboy bunnies and my martinis? Aw, fück it. I'll get them later." He giggles gleefully, all the wonderful ideas coming into his head.
Oh, how much fun this would be!~
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