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Chapter Seventeen

'Please don't tell me you have thanatophobia', Damien whispered to Mustapha as he saw him looking as scared as hell. 'No talk!', the man behind Damien said as he nudged his rifle into his back. Damien grunted and continued walking.

They were both walking with their hands tied in front of them with four Taliban terrorists walking behind them, pointing their guns at them.

Some hours earlier, they had been in their tents lying down on their cots relaxing after preparing for the mission when they heard the call for all the men to gear up and assemble.

Damien got up from his cot and realized that Mustapha was still asleep. He poked his side and Mustapha jumped up.

"Dude!! What's the matter?", Mustapha asked.

"It's show time", Damien replied.

"Already?? Damn!"

Mustapha stumbled off the cot and began dressing and gearing up. They both quickened their pace as a second call went out for all the men to assemble.

As Damien and Mustapha got into the tent, they saw the General on a podium, flanked by two of his lieutenants. He looked at them as they walked in, but his face was expressionless.

The General cleared his throat and began speaking as the last of the soldiers walked in. He praised the soldiers for their gallant strides in the past and enjoined them to put in more effort in order to obliterate the Taliban group from the face of the earth.

"This guys are not aliens", the General boomed, "they are not well trained like us. We have to end this menace. It's becoming embarrassing to us and to the country at large that these guys are winning. Do we let them continue??"

"No sir!", the soldiers chanted.

The General continued speaking, motivating the soldiers to bring out their best. Damien was awed. 'If only battles were won through word of mouth...', he thought.

After several minutes, the soldiers we dismissed. They all geared up and loaded themselves into trucks.

Damien and Mustapha were in the first truck, with Mustapha giving directions to the soldier in command, who in turn gave directions to the soldier driving.

"You sure you are ready for this?", Mustapha asked as he looked at Damien.

"No... You?"

Mustapha shook his head. Damien smiled.

"Take a left here", Mustapha said to the commander. After more than an hour, they were at the end of the road.

"What now?", the Commander asked Mustapha.

"We walk from here", he replied.

The trucks were parked behind each other - Four trucks in all. The soldiers quickly disembarked from the trucks, taking defensive positions.

Mustapha looked around, studying the geography of the area, trying to remember the path he was to lead them through. Seconds later, it all came back to him.

"We take this path", he said to the commander. The commander relayed the progress of the mission via radio communication to the General back at the base. Their mission was a Go.

They began walking through the bush path, with Mustapha and Damien at the head of the pile, weapons at the ready. They walked as quietly as possible, but for the sound of twigs and shrubs they stepped on.

After walking for several minutes, they heard a shrilly sound. The commander held up his palm in a fist and the soldiers halted. They all looked around, trying to decipher where the sound came from, but it was all quiet once again.

"What the hell was that?", Damien whispered at Mustapha.

"I have no idea, maybe monkeys", he replied.

The commander gave the signal that they continue. Some seconds later, they all heard a sound shattering through the silence.

"Guns!!", the commander screamed. The soldiers immediately took defensive positions. Damien looked beside him and saw that Mustapha was down. The first shot took him down.

Damien quickly dragged him away as the sound of gunshots and screams of dying men ripped through the silence of the forest.

Damien was now very tensed up. He set Mustapha down beside a tree and quickly ripped open his shirt and found a bullet neatly lodged in the bullet-proof vest he wore.

"Son of a biitch", Damien muttered. He poked Mustapha in the face and he opened his eyes.

"I thought I was dead", Mustapha said slowly.

"You are not that easy to kill my friend", Damien replied.

"Where are the others?", he asked.

Damien turned and looked into the distance. Some of the soldiers were dead on the ground. The others were fleeing. The sounds of gunshots was receding.

The entire encounter lasted less than fifteen minutes, like they were ambushed. Damien wondered how that might have been.

"How the hell did they know we were coming?", Damien asked Mustapha who already sat up, resting his back on the bark of the tree, with Damien squatting beside him.

"I have no idea", Mustapha replied, "maybe they found the path and expected us to use it. We just fell right into their trap. Damn!"

"Don't beat yourself up over it, we still have to complete the mission", Damien said.

Mustapha shook his head. "Don't you see", Mustapha said, "we can't anymore. If we go any further we would die. And for what? In fact, we have to leave now, if not we'll get stuck here."

Mustapha tried getting up, but he contorted his face as he felt some sharp pain on his chest.

"Are you ok?", Damien asked him.

"I'll live", he replied. "So what do you say, we retreat, or we forge ahead", he asked Damien.

"I say we rescue Funmi and get out of this god forsaken forest for good", Damien replied.

Mustapha nodded, and massaged his chest. The pain subsided a little. He was about picking up his gun when they both heard a voice.

"Drop it!", the voice said.

Damien and Mustapha froze. Damien slowly looked behind him and saw about four Taliban terrorists, pointing their guns at them. There was no point making any move, he would definitely get shot at least by one of them. Except of course if it was a movie. But this wasn't. They were caught for real, with no possible means of escape.

Damien slowly bent down and dropped his rifle. He got back up and raised his hands. Mustapha followed suit. One of the terrorists came around them and placed rubber cuffs on their wrists. Another shoved his rifle into their backs, pushing them forward.

"Move it!", the voice said.

T.B.C...

Happy weekend guys, ladies... Wishing y'all a fun filled week ahead of you...

Dioxidane.. Now you're talking! See classic ambush mehnnn!!!! Damien and Mustapha are in for a long ride.

welcum back dear.....nice 1...#teamboth of dem must not die#

Nice one

Dioxi baba, thanks for this update. I'm waiting for more. Weldone boss.

great upd8 dioxidane..

bt dis 1 too short o..lol

btw..its thanatophobia..fear of dying

Big ups man..!

this one na seasonal filmm.....am guessing its a dream

Oga Dioxidane, tnx 4 d continuation of d gud work. Very happy 4 d update and....
.....plz let d gud wok continue

This one na Gobe,dont sure they wil get out of this easy like before..well done bro

Well done bro I like your handiwork

tnx for d update! Patiently waiting for more!

This story need to be shown on screen, but let it not be acted in Nigeria. I wish you can get the Director of *AMERICAN SNIPER*, directed by Clint Eastwood and written by Jason Hall. It is loosely based on the memoir American Sniper: The Autobiography of the Most Lethal Sniper in U.S. Military History (2012). You just tell the lethel story of reality in Nigeria situation at present.

Sell your your story and make cool cash bro, i repeat. We want to watch this story on screen Dioxidane.

Contd.

Funmi woke up that day feeling something she had not felt in a long while. Hope. It was strange, yet so comforting. She had previously stopped eating, having lost appetite days ago and she was looking so weak and fragile.

She wondered how Damien fared. She had overheard the guards talking about him escaping and now they tripled the number of persons keeping watch over her. So many thoughts ran through her head.

"Did Damien successfully escape?"

"Is he still alive?"

"Why didn't he come to rescue me?"

"Perhaps it was too dangerous to do so..."

"Would I ever see him again?"

"Would I even come out of this alive?"

"Mummy... I miss you so much. I wonder how you'll be coping with my absence..."

"Daddy, what are you doing to get me out of this place??"

Tears began dropping down her eyes as the thoughts continued pouring in. She was still weeping when she heard the sound of keys dangling in the keyhole of her cell.

She didn't raise her head as she thought it was the person who usually brought her food. The one they brought previously was still untouched, and she expected them to replace it with something new like they always did whenever she didn't eat.

Her head was still down between her knees but she felt the presence of someone standing and looking down at her. She expected the person to drop whatever they wanted to drop and go, but when that didn't happen, she slowly raised up her head to see who was in her cell.

She was shocked.

Standing before her was Al-Zawari. The Taliban leader himself. One of his lieutenants stood behind him. She continued looking at him, not believing her eyes. This was the man who had caused so much misery to her and many other innocent persons in the country. If looks could kill, Funmi's look would have killed Al-Zawari a thousand times over.

'I hear you've not been eating', Al-Zawari said. 'You should eat. Food is good for your health. Or is it that you don't like the food? I can make arrangements for a better one."

Funmi was silent.

"Get up", Al-Zawari said to her as he noticed she wasn't responding. She still continued staring deeply at him. Her looks would have killed him a million times over by now.

"Get up", he said to her again, this time giving a signal to his lieutenant to raise her up.

The lieutenant swiftly went from behind him and went behind where she sat. He placed his palms beneath her arms and tried raising her up. Funmi didn't put up a fight, she was too weak to do so, she didn't lend support to him either, so the man had difficulty making her stand.

When she finally stood, Al-Zawari signaled his lieutenant to take off the ropes on her wrists. The lieutenant gave Al-Zawari a questioning look, and he nodded.

Funmi rubbed her wrists with both palms for the first time in a long time when the ropes were taken off. She noticed her wrists were tinier than she remembered. She didn't have time to deliberate much on the negative changes in her body because before she knew it, Al-Zawari held her arm and led her outside.

It was a bright sunny day outside the cell. Funmi didn't know what day it was, but she looked at the sun and guessed the time to be around past 3pm.

'Of all the things I should be worried about... The time?', she wondered.

She was so frail as she walked because it's been a while since she walked around. She had always been confined to her cell. As they passed by what looked like a communal kitchen to her, she saw some women and children with their faces popping out of their hijabs, looking at her scornfully. Or was it pitifully? She had no idea. It all looked the same to her. She on the other hand pitied them because they looked like they were not there of their own volition. Some armed men were standing guard at the entrance.

They finally got to where looked like the residential quarters of the top officials of the Taliban group. Funmi wandered why she was brought here.

'I hope this beast is not planning on doing what I think he wants to do', she thought.

As they walked in, she suddenly began to feel nauseated and dizzy. Or was it pangs of hunger? She wasn't sure. She held her stomach as she felt a sharp pain. Then she fainted...



'Please don't tell me you have thanatophobia', Damien whispered to Mustapha as he saw him looking as scared as hell. 'No talk!', the man behind Damien said as he nudged his rifle into his back. Damien grunted and continued walking.

They were both walking with their hands tied in front of them and two Taliban terrorists walking behind them, pointing their guns at them.

"You have no inkling as to what they would do to us, don't you?", Mustapha whispered to Damien as they continued walking.

Damien was silent, with his face straight, numbers running through his head.

"Ok, let me give you an idea of what they would probably to us", Mustapha continued in whispers. "They would probably kill you swiftly, I'm thinking maybe by beheading or two shots directly to your skull. It would be quick and painless, trust me, so you wouldn't have to worry. But me, I'm in a shiit load of problems. I would be treated like a traitor, and I would eventually be killed, but not before they make me divulge information which I may or may not have. I've seen them do this to some persons and the sight was gory. So excuse me for being a little scared right now. Hell, not a little scared. Very scared! It would be better if I could just lay my hands on a cyanide pill right now!"

Mustapha continued ranting in whispers, then he stopped when he noticed that Damien was not responding.

"Did you even hear a word I said?", he whispered again.

Damien nodded. He was listening, but he wasn't listening to Mustapha. He was listening to the sound coming from the Taliban terrorists behind them.

They were now far away from the ambush site and there were just four Taliban terrorists escorting them back to the camp.

Damien ran the numbers in his head. They were still deep in the forest and far away from the camp. If they were to make any move, it had to be here, else they were gone for. But the guys were still pointing their rifles at them, and any wrong move from them could activate the triggers of their rifles. The one walking behind Damien looked like he was looking for a reason to shoot them.

'I'm not going to give you a reason to shoot, dumbass, at least not now', Damien thought.

Mustapha was still rambling. Damien had never seen him this scared. Perhaps he was reliving what he went through during his time undercover in the Taliban camp. He was most likely scared of what they would do to him.

But Damien was not concerned about that. He knew he wouldn't let it get to that. 'It's either we escape, or we die trying', he said to himself.

"Would you just shut the hell up? I'm thinking here!", Damien muttered as they walked along.

Damien's head ran wildly now, different scenarios popping up. He just had to execute this perfectly else his life and that of Mustapha be ended.

They were now beneath a tree. The three men were still behind them, but they were closer now.

"It's now or never", Damien said to himself.

"Fight me back", Damien whispered to Mustapha. He didn't wait to confirm if Mustapha understood or not. He immediately shove him on his chest. Mustapha staggered back.

"You crazy?!", Mustapha screamed at him as he got up and tackled Damien. Damien fought back.

The men stood watching them, confused.

"You're mad!", Damien shouted back at him as both of them exchanged words while fighting.

They continued squabbling as the men watched. They acted so seriously. Mustapha had no idea what Damien's game plan was but he was sure that whatever the outcome was, it was definitely better than the torture that was sure to be meted out to him if they got to the camp.

"Break it up!", the leader of the pack screamed at them.

They didn't hear, or if they heard, they didn't act like they did. The leader nodded at two of his men and both of them walked towards Damien and Mustapha to separate the fight.

"Now!", Damien screamed at Mustapha as one of the men put his hand on his shoulder trying to pull him away from Mustapha.

Immediately, Damien grabbed one of the men while Mustapha grabbed the other. Both of them held the men on their necks while ducking behind them. The other two men were confused. They pointed their rifles at them, but they couldn't get a clear shot. This went on for some seconds as Damien and Mustapha held on strongly while not giving away their positions.

One of the men struggled wildly and tilted Mustapha towards the direction of the rifle, but it didn't last long. Mustapha gained back his position immediately. The fighting between the four men became fierce. The two other had no other choice but watch, and wait. They had the impression that whatever the outcome was, the man with the gun always won. And both of them were with guns.

Both of them were shocked when suddenly, Damien snapped the neck of the man he was fighting and the man sprawled on the floor. There was no more cover for him.

Both men watched him with their mouths agape. Mustapha and the other terrorist stopped fighting. Damien knew the die was cast. It was finally over. He raised his hands and closed his eyes.

'At least, I went down fighting', he thought.

Some seconds later, the leader regained his composure and pointed his rifle at Damien. Mustapha cursed under his breathe.

At that very moment when the leader was about to pull the trigger, the sound of a gunshot ripped through the trees. And another. And another. Three shots in all. Perfectly timed and accurately found their marks.

Damien heard the shots, expecting that they were directed at him. He was expecting pain, and maybe loss of consciousness. Or was it immediate loss of consciousness? He didn't know because he had never been shot.

Some seconds later, he was still conscious. Everywhere around him was quiet. 'Am I in heaven? Or is it hell?', he thought.

'If I'm in heaven, how come I can't see anything. Or do people here walk blind?', he wondered. Then he remembered his eyes were still closed.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Mustapha staring at him. He looked around and saw the four Taliban terrorists who were escorting them lying on the floor, dead. Very dead.

He was surprised. He looked at Mustapha realized that he was still shocked. He was about asking Mustapha what happened exactly when they both heard a sound coming from behind them. They looked back and saw someone with a rifle coming out from within the bushes...

T.B.C

Quick question: Who came out from within the bushes?

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Dioxidane:
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T.B.C

Quick question: Who came out from within the bushes?

Hi guys, ladies, lemme know what you think. Meanwhile, don't forget to 'like', 'share' or drop a 'comment'... They are highly appreciated...

Damien's Uncle

Waiting in suspense

donkross1:
Damien's Uncle

seconded

I have a feeling its funmi

Mztemmy:
I have a feeling its funmi

she hs neva used a gun b4, she cnt be dat gud

Mztemmy:
I have a feeling its funmi

No way. She fainted remember? Besides, she's a bloody civilian. lol

The Army General is d one dat shot d terrorist

It should be Damien's uncle.

It should be Damien's uncle or mustapha's handler

ysadiq:
It should be Damien's uncle or mustapha's handler

choose one joor

Tobbylobar:
The Army General is d one dat shot d terrorist

Seconded, The Army General incharge of that operation.

My dear you are still the best

hmmmm