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| Basha'ir Nasim bin Safwan | Sep 14 2012, 04:18 PM Post #1 |
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Basha'ir's back arched as the lash struck again, already her back, front and legs were striped with gashes where the whip had bit hard and deep. "Where is Farik!" SNAP - Pain sliced her back. Her only answer was another cry... an attempt to twist aside from the searing bite of the whip. She could not have answered even if she wanted to. And she had no intention of turning traitor on the man she loved. She would die first. "What does Farik have planned?" SNAP - agony exploded across her belly. Her eyes snapped open - not that it made a difference. All she saw was a dark blur, the drug they had used had been so intense, she had suffered a seizure, and when she regained consciousness, all that was left of her sight was a dark blur of dark and light. She had long since given up denying Farik though... they knew, and it was pointless to keep up that charade... but she would never give them any information. Never. "A party for the king of Saudi," she gasped through the pain, pouring in as much sarcasm as she could between cries. SNAP - pain across her breasts, and the kiss of the end of the lash on her cheek. She felt warm blood trickle down her cheek. "Don't get smart, whore!" Mahir growled, snapping the lash in clear air for effect. "Tell me what I want to know." "Go to hell!" she cried tensing ready for the next blow of the lash. Instead, she moaned as a sharp, cramping pain exploded deep inside her belly, stealing her breath. She felt a trickle of something warm along the inside of her thigh. |
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| Faris al-Farik | Sep 16 2012, 08:08 PM Post #2 |
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Farik narrowed his eyes as Kasim brought the jeep they were in to a halt having already killed the headlights some way back up the road. The bunker they wanted was in a line of others and outwardly there was no sign of any movement, or to say that the building was even being used...but they knew it was... Taking a breath he tried to calm his nerves. Normally he was cool as a cucumber, but this was personal...very personal. If Basha'ir was dead...no...he couldnt think like that... Looking to Kasim he said, "How long until we move in?" |
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| Kasim Ibn Khaled | Sep 16 2012, 08:31 PM Post #3 |
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Kasim looked cautiously at his watch, careful to keep the light shielded as he checked the time on his synchronised watch - synchronised with the time the small teams would hit - and take out - several of the other bunkers with rocket launched grenades. "Two minutes... we hit bunker 7 as the decoys take out one through four." He started to get himself ready. "We go in hard and fast - no quarter, we can't afford to have anyone left standing - but you know that." He took in a deep breath. "We have exactly five minutes and forty seconds to get her out Farik, or we'll be caught in the blast range of the air strike that's incoming..." His face turned hard. "This place has been standing far too long..." He wasn't stupid. He knew they would rebuild some place else... but at least this way they were sending a message... making their mark. |
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| Faris al-Farik | Sep 16 2012, 08:39 PM Post #4 |
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"I dont intend for us to be that long..." Farik said when Kasim stated the time they had to get in and out, then he nodded in agreement to the statement that the place had been standing for far too long. Readying his gun and checking his spare ammo, he pulled on the balaclava he had brought and looked to Kasim and nodding once he opened the car door. 'Hold on my heart...' he thought to himself. |
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| Kasim Ibn Khaled | Sep 16 2012, 08:42 PM Post #5 |
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Kasim reached out and caught Farik's forearm as he prepared to get out of the vehicle. His hand was like a vice, stopping the other man from moving as he said. "One more thing, Farik..." he tried to be as gentle as he could with the reminder, but it was a harsh thing to ask any man. "...before we leave here, we have to get that tracker out of her thigh. Either you do it, or I will." |
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| Faris al-Farik | Sep 16 2012, 08:48 PM Post #6 |
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Farik paused and nodded again as Kasim mentioned the tracker. He wasnt sure if he would be able to remove the device or not, he would see when the time came. Pulling his arm from Kasim's grip he looked back toward the blackness where he knew bunker 7 was situated. "Let's go..." he said, his voice hard and firm. "Let's get my wife back." |
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| Kasim Ibn Khaled | Sep 16 2012, 08:54 PM Post #7 |
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Kasim got out of the car on the other side, and signalling just once into the darkness behind them, began the silent run toward the dark shape of the bunker at Farik's side, comforted by the fact of knowing he had trusted men at his back... They just reached the corner of the bunker when the whoosh of incoming ordnance split the air, and Kasim had to resist the temptation to duck. Light exploded in the dark as four of the bunkers on the compound burst into flaming debris. Men came streaming out of the darkness... several out of the bunker ahead of them, and that was when Kasim opened fire. Taking down the guards as they came streaming out of the bunker to aid their fallen comrades. There was something to be said for Military precision. "Go!" he ordered, though the order wasn't necessary. All of his men took up their assigned positions, leaving him, Farik, and their small team of three others to take the bunker - to find Basha'ir... dead or alive... |
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| Basha'ir Nasim bin Safwan | Sep 16 2012, 08:56 PM Post #8 |
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The whips that lashed ceaselessly against her back paused as the dull sounds of the explosions came from around the building, and her torturer looked in worry toward the doorway. This could only mean one thing... He reached for the weapon that he had tucked into the waistband of his pants... |
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| Faris al-Farik | Sep 16 2012, 09:05 PM Post #9 |
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Farik fired off shots, taking down his share of the men that poured from the bunkers as the scheduled hits on the other buildings began. Firelight illuminated their path as the explosions erupted behind them and he found the entrance to number 7 with ease. With Kasim covering him, he opened the door and moved quickly inside, firing off shots as he was confronted with Mahir's associates. |
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| Kasim Ibn Khaled | Sep 16 2012, 09:12 PM Post #10 |
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Kasim gave Farik what cover he could, taking out the men that would have taken him down as Farik pulled open the door. He moved in closer as Farik started in, taking down Mahir's butt boys... moving into the doorway behind Farik, knowing his own men would cover their extraction... The steps down into the bunker were steep, but not so steep as he couldn't look with horror on the scene below. Basha'ir hung from chains in the ceiling, her wrists bloody from where the leather straps had cut into her skin. She was practically stripped, and had obviously been freshly treated to the attentions of a leather whip... her legs barely supported her, her head had fallen forwards, her hair obscuring her face. Kasim let off a string of very colourful Arabic, and could only imagine the emotions going through Farik right now - he, himself felt sick to his stomach.... |
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| Faris al-Farik | Sep 16 2012, 09:22 PM Post #11 |
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Farik had seen Basha'ir, how could he have not, but his mind would not let him focus upon her...not yet...no, for now his mind was solely focused upon her torturer. In the confusion of the attack, Mahir had moved away from Basha'ir, arming himself in readiness, but Farik had been ready for this fight for some time now and reaching for one of the overhead beams he swung on it, his feet kicking the gun from Mahir's hand before he let go of the beam and dropped down, immediately rushing the other man and forcing him backwards into the nearest wall. "You will burn in seventh hell for what you have done..." he snarled, one hand around Mahir's throat, his other pressing the gun into the mans' gut. |
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| Kasim Ibn Khaled | Sep 16 2012, 09:29 PM Post #12 |
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"You're wrong," Mahir struggled, trying to fight back, to force his voice around the constriction at his throat. "It is you will burn in hell - while I live in paradise, for being the man that brought down the infamous 'Dark Knight..." His struggles redoubled as he added. "You won't get out of here... none of you..." ** Kasim tried to ignore everything around him, focus on keeping Farik free and clear of attack, as more men seemed to pour in from no-where... growling he reloaded, and continued taking out the incomers, that ran like rats from a woodpile - but his determination - their planning gave them the upper hand, and soon the threat began to diminish... and he was able to take the steps down toward where Basha'ir hung, immobile - and where Farik confronted the man that had tortured her... |
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| Faris al-Farik | Sep 16 2012, 09:34 PM Post #13 |
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Farik knew that he wouldnt have time to deal with Mahir as he would like and the thought angered him and in a spur of the moment decision he moved back and at point blank range shot one of the man's knee caps off. The man collapsed to the floor howling in agony. "Bring him with us..." Farik commanded, his voice harsh. Without waiting for Kasim's response he moved to where Basha'ir hung and trying his hardest to block out what had been done to her he reached up to check her pulse. |
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| Kasim Ibn Khaled | Sep 16 2012, 09:46 PM Post #14 |
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Kasim nodded, snapping his fingers at two of the men that followed him and Farik into the room. They immediately grabbed Mahir, and even as he screamed his protests, and the pain of his ruined knee, they dragged him toward the exit. Kasim went to stand close to Farik... to give him support... comfort if necessary as he saw Farik reach to check Basha'ir's pulse. |
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| Basha'ir Nasim bin Safwan | Sep 16 2012, 09:48 PM Post #15 |
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As the warmth of fingers touched her freezing skin - though she burned inside - Basha'ir moaned softly... tried to move, and then gave a shrill cry as the movement disturbed the agony inside her belly... |
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