Rescue (IV)

Liang Jian Amal waited until the gunfire turned away from him and started to run towards the building. He managed to eliminate more of the distance before throwing himself to the ground narrowly avoiding getting riddled with holes.

He lay there panting for a minute, before rolling over and preparing to go again. One of the other men tried to repeat what he had just done, but didn't make it for than a few steps before he was gunned down. Liang Jian Amal grimaced at the sight, and decided to wait a minute more as the enemy was taking a "spray and pray" action, making it harder to get any closer.

The men on the hillside left one man on the high ground to cover them, and to keep the man operating the machine gun blind. The rest started to work their way down to the doorway that faced them their AKMs held up and at the ready.

Liang Jian Amal lay on his belly holding his weapon in two hands watching the men make their way to the doorway, grouping up before rushing in. Strangled cries came out of the room; and the gun that had been going after the remaining truck, and the three men trying to advance by foot, went silent.

The men took advantage of the break and, started to rush all together to the small building.

The three that went inside dragged out a struggling man who shouted curses at them and their mother's. They shoved him to the ground as he was encircled him. One of the men that had been in the truck with Liang Jian Amal ran up and punched the kneeling man in the jaw, causing him to spit blood on the dirt.

"You killed Altan! You fucker!" The young man screamed as he lay another punch on him before being pulled back.

"Erol, calm yourself, we need information for now, you can beat him to death later. We need to find our countrywomen and what these dogs have done with them." One of the older men in the group held onto the younger man firmly and tried to talk some sense into him.

Fire burned in the younger man's eyes as he looked down at the man wiping his mouth on the ground, before walking to the dead man who had been driving the truck they were in. He layed him gently on the ground, closing his eyes, as he kneeled beside him, performing last rights over his corpse.

A chuckle started to come from the man surrounded on the ground, the chuckle started to grow to a laugh before it was cut off into coughing. The older man kicked the man on the ground in the chest, silencing him.

"Dog, you just killed several good men one of them being that man's older brother. You will tell us everything we want to know."

"Or else?" the man on the ground scoffed up at the man.

"Or else nothing, you will talk sooner or later, though I hope for later. You see we like to start small take it just one bit at a time. We'll start with one hand, one finger at a time until you feel like talking. We like to remove the nail first, then take it one knuckle at a time." The older man smiled maliciously down at the man who started to pale on the ground.

"Do your worst, I will not tell you shit."

Liang Jian Amal glared down at the man before going inside with a couple of the men. He was eager to find Chang, everything else, as far as he was concerned, could wait until later.

Strangled screams started to come from outside as the men tried to pry answers from locked lips. There was a small doorway, the machine gun planted at the window, unmanned, as well as a two-way radio sitting on a small table in the center of the room.

Liang Jian Amal turned the radio on, testing it, the sound of static answered him. Not hearing anything, he turned his attention to the doorway and away from the radio.

Liang Jian Amal walked to the doorway, turning the handle he found that it was locked. Bracing himself, he took a step back before landing a heavy kick on it, breaking it open. Several women shrieked and screamed from inside the room as the door swung inwards violently.

Inside the dark room over a dozen women were huddled together on the ground, as far from the door as possible. Some of the women carried obvious marks of abuse on their face and were in various states of dress and undress, a couple clutched rags to their bodies trying to cover themselves. Every one of the women were in a state of disarray and stared at him, terrified, like rabbits caught in a cage staring at the hunter.

To his relief and distress, the face he was looking for was not in there. There was another in there that he recognized though, and his eyes lit up slightly.