9 Chapter Nine

Day 23 Abubakar Salem Ale

The rattle of the iron door that echoed in his ears gets him awake, he got up when he saw the two terrorists coming after him, at that moment he dragged him out of his jail and put him a handcuff. He almost fell because of the weakness of his body for almost days he has not eaten. The gun was aimed at his back as they walked, he has no idea where he will take him.

A way out of his jail looks familiar to him, he was not wrong that he is in their camp he hopes that the commander and the Southern Arland camp will able to received his messages. At this moment he is so sure that the commander and the troops are in the Southern camp.

Move... Move...the terrorist say to him as he stops walking when they pass through at Chyrill's room it was open wide, he remembers the days when Chyrill was locked in that room and the kiss he sneaks from her when they are both standing at the front door.

"I said move." he was beaten on his legs and almost knelt down because of too much force of beathing.

"V sto gledas? Soba za boravak? huh? (What are you looking at? A room to stay huh?)

He keeps walking and did not bear the body pain he feels, all that he wanted for now is to back alive to her love. When they got out of the hall the sunlight hit him and he was a little dazzled his eyes were adjusting to the light. He has seen the terror that made by the terrorists, the camp is totally in a blast and all are burned out. He got an idea that he will be taken, to the control room unit. His fists clenched because of the anger he felt he wanted to get rid of but he could do nothing but to follow those goddamn terrorists.

When they reach the control room unit one of the terrorist unlocked the handcuffs and he pushes him and gets inside of the room. There is a man standing in the front of the monitor of the control room unit he is a little bit old, his white hair can guess that he was in the midst fifties, he is tall, wearing a black suit and white pants. He lit his cigarette before he faces Sergeant Herrera, the Sergeant knows this man he is the one they are looking for so long ABUBAKAR SALEM ALE the founder and leader of Sans Serif terrorists.

"How are you?"...... Sergeant Herrera, I heard that you are very good...do not refuse in any fight. He smiled at the Sergeant face like fooling him.

His anger grew even more when he saw this man who is responsible in all the death of the innocent people, including Chyrill friends and even a blast he made in the whole camp of the Arland Soldiers.

"Have a sit Sergeant." Abubakar Salem Ale offered a seat to him. He just looks and ignored Abubakar Salem Ale, he remained standing and waiting for the next things it would say to him. Abubakar Salem Ale moves close to him trying to figure out and finding more about the Sergeant, he wants to test how good he was or is he more braver enough just like what he heard about the Sergeant.

He aimed the M45 gun to the face of Sergeant Herrera he pulled the trigger of the gun, but the Sergeant did not budge, he just kept looking at him waiting if he could shoot him in his front.

"Ha.. Ha.. Ha... Your brave enough... Abubakar Salem Ale laughs loud at him.

" What do you want? " Sergeant Herrera asked to Abubakar Salem Ale.

" Simple... I want you to say to your commander and to the President to leave the Simpkins and go back to your place where are you belong.... Go back at Western Place that is your place not here... This place is mine.

" I'm sorry to tell you, I can't do what you want, we are here to keep peace from the terror and chaos you made of." Sergeant Herrera says to Abubakar Salem Ale full of courage.

"I will not allow it the Northern and Southern Simpkins are mine." Abubakar Salem Ale says with so much anger in his face.

The two terrorists dragged him in the front of the monitor of the control room unit, they force him to sit and face to the monitor.

" Now tell then, I want all of you to leave the Simpkins or otherwise I will shoot you here.. Common the camera is on." Abubakar Salem Ale told him. "

One of his men opens the monitor and signal connecting the video to the Southern Arland camp. He wanted to refuse, but he could do nothing but to follow them if he wanted to stay alive. The M45 gun pointed at him as he spoke in the front of the monitor and the camera.

AT THE SOUTHERN ARLAND SOLDIERS CAMP

The door of the commander room opens wide suddenly.

"Commander, we need you here." said by one of the soldiers who is in charge in the control room unit, the commander immediately stands on his seat and leaves his breakfast at that time. He walks in the way of the control room unit to know what is all about.

All of the soldiers inside including Chyrill was got shocked from what they saw at the monitor of the control room unit. It was Sergeant Herrera who is in the monitor delivering the messages of the Sans Serif terrorists from the leader Abubakar Salem Ale, there's a gun pointed on his head, meaning that, if he was not able to do so what they wanted he will shoot him in the front of the commander and the other.

"I would like to asks a favor to our Commander, he started to speak, his eyes are dull and there's a blood on his head running to his face the bandage was removed on his forehead.

"in the name of the leader of the Sans Serif Abubakar Salem Ale, he wants the Arland soldiers leave the Northern and Southern Simpkins let him allow to rule this place, in return ten of my colleagues will set him free from the captive". He only gives forty eight hours to leave the Simpkins".

The monitor gets block out after he delivered the messages to the commander.

The commander went back to his room, he has something to do about that, he is sure that Abubakar Salem Ale is serious of what he aimed and wanted for. He needs to contact immediately the Secretary of defense or rather the President itself.

Chyrill left alone, she froze a moment she doesn't even know what us really happening, she is thankful that Sergeant Herrera is still alive but, then, she is worried about the situation of Sergeant Herrera she thinks at this moment he is feeling helpless and endures the pain.

NORTH ARLAND SOLDIER CAMP

"Very good my brother, that's good.... You have my word". Abubakar Salem Ale said to Sergeant Herrera.

"Hmmm.... Ha....ha...ha Sergeant laughs at him.

" Don't trust too much.... Who knows that I can escape right now.... And I make sure that I will cut your neck and left you all lifeless and I will make sure that you are all dead.... "

Abubakar Salem Ale aimed his gun to him.

"Common shoot me, I am not afraid to die"... Sergeant Herrera says to Abubakar Salem Ale.

One of the terrorists hit him in his head and beats his legs, he suddenly knelt down and his head is bleeding, he tried to fight back but he has no power to give a punch and at that moment he lost consciousness.

He dragged him back to the jail and the terrorists make it sure that he will not getting escape. They tie his hands and left alone in the detention center. The other soldiers who are in the other side, trying to wake him up, but, he lost consciousness and his head is bleeding.

"Sergeant....Sergeant...called by one of the soldier who captive too by the terrorists, he used to throw the piece of iron at Sergeant jail to make him awake.

He slowly opened his eyes as he heard the rattle of Iron hit on the ground. He smiles when he sees one of the Staff Sergeant who was captured just like him, he is still thankful that they are both alive. He tried to get up on his feet and loosen the bondage in his hands. He took the small knife that was placed in the sole of his shoe. He lean in the wall to loosen the bondage that tied up on his hands.

Meanwhile...

The Staff Sergeant used a small pin to unlocked the door of his jail, he went to Sergeant Herrera detention center and unlock the door with the used of a small pin.