A loud bang startled the sleeping Yadalev, causing him to leap straight out of bed.
Given his professional sensitivity as an arms dealer, Yadalev's first reaction was that they were under attack.
But before Yadalev's mind could even clear up a little, he heard a series of explosions.
"Rockets, rockets!"
An Iraqi man sprang up, clutching his rifle, and said in extreme panic, "I'm too familiar with this sound of explosions; it's 70mm rockets!"
"What's going on?"
"Get out; leave this place!"
The room was in chaos; there were seven people, and aside from Yadalev, who was sleeping on a small bed, the rest were lying directly on the carpet.
From the morning, when they received the tip from an informant, they hastily prepared manpower, closely watched Salah, that b*tch's convoy, looked for a suitable location to ambush near Erbil, to successfully taking back their goods and even nabbing extra, everything had gone smoothly that day.