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 "Well, I guess I'll get going then. M-miss me?"


"Yea yea..." Griever grunted as he pivoted slightly to allow for Mute to pass by him. "Just be sure not to draw any unnecessary attention. We already seem to have a little audience." He tried is bet to avoid eye contact with the young woman. Having spent most of the drive to the market playing a high-stakes game of "don't make any contact with the potential serial killer sitting next to you", the man couldn't help but feel a tinge of relief after finally being out of her presence.


After watching is tiny tormentor vanish into the Market, John glanced around at the merchants as they spoke amongst themselves, occasionally nodding over to the group of americans as they spoke the men and women whispered in their native tongue. Sighing, he placed his back against a nearby cart and turned to his attention to the other. "I'm sure we could find some pretty decent booze here if we try hard enough. The homemade stuff is always the best..." He spoke in his usual tone as he set his suitcase down on the ground.




"You think you'll get away with this?!" Mute's captive attempted to scream but instead was met only with deathly silence as he mouthed the words. Clutching his RPG tightly the man allowed himself to be guided by the American as she kept her knife discreetly pressed to his lower back.


The market patrons seemed to also sense that something was amiss, though given the Mute's innocent appearance, many simply assumed that the mercenary was escorting the young woman somewhere. An unusually civil gesture coming from the group of thugs, but not something unheard of when a beautiful woman was involved... 


Though on the north side of the market, one of patrolling thugs had set his sights on the group of foreigners that seemed to be suspiciously loitering outside of the market without cause. Having not been in the mood to bother contacting any of the other patrols, the mercenary sighed in annoyance before adjusting the strap on his Ak-47 and slowly making his way towards the group of potential trouble makers.  "Damn americans..." He growled as he pushed his way through a small group of shoppers. 


Surveying the scene from the corner of his eye, John let loose a sigh before casually picking up his suitcase and moving towards Catcall. "We've got one at ten o'clock..." He spoke in a low tone as he boldly stepped into the woman's personal space and placed his hand on her side to make it seem as if they were a flirting young couple. "Looks like he's alone, but he'll definitely call for backup once he realizes that he's not only outmanned but out gunned." His gaze shifted to the direction that Mute had went as he whispered into Catcall's ear. "I don't think I need to tell you how far south this will if we all got brought in for questioning, and had left the rest to Mute. Turning this place into a shooting range would be just as bad, but if it's just one of us, he won't feel the need make scene." As he spoke John brought his suitcase up towards her body. "Take the kids and my gear and go meet up with our little head case. I'll hang back and make sure things don't get more messy than they need to be." 





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Purposely but gently bumping his shoulder into his comrade's as he passed by, the armed guard drew his ally's attention to the American tourists.  "Hmm? Al'abalih," he grunted in Arabic as the other guard brushed passed him.  Only raising his head to get a good look at what the fuss was about, the guard tilted his head in confusion and annoyance at how stupid it was that the Americans were traversing unfamiliar territory at such an early time in the morning.  Shaking his head, the guards joined one another, dressed exactly alike and both wielding AK-47 machine guns, tightly gripped.  Pushing up slowly and cautiously, the two guards trailed a third, watching carefully as he seemed to be escorting a younger American girl to the group of adults.  


Their clothing was soft and loose, but appropriate for desert combat.  Light colored turbans and long cotton pants to keep themselves cool.  Their mouths and heads covered, they pushed upwards behind Mute and her victim, not realizing he was the one being held hostage.  The two guards stopped, snickering and sneering softly as they watched their friend coolly escort the young girl to what they assumed to be brother's and sisters.  Letting their guard down and relaxing a bit, one of the two guards leaned against a large wheel barrow, his right hand loosely on the butt of his gun.  "Athir, " the first asked, nodding towards the Americans.  "Ma ryuk fi hudha?" he asked, chuckling softly.


Athir turned his head quickly, smiling beneath his cloak, before turning back to observe the tourists.  "Hal nassu 'annana kunna fi halat harb?  Will tell them go home," Athir joked.  "Kayf jariyat," he said turning to the man who bumped him.  "Burhan.  Lays 'asrahum algharib?" he asked, noting the extreme differences in their appearances, ages, and heights.  


Burhan shrugged.  "Americans strange.  Always different.  But never organized.  Madani sawf nursil lahum beydaan."


But Madani could say or do nothing of the sort, as Mute kept her prisoner from speaking.  As they drew closer to Mute's  group of friends, he remained calm, unmoving, as he waited for  a chance to escape. and fight back.  But he had to act carefully, less he be killed by his own men for betrayal.  Being one of the few of his men fluent in English, he knew he had to speak carefully to these people.  If they were this bold, they were probably dangerous.  With her silence field fading, Mute emphasized the danger that Madani was in, inching her weapon closer to his testicles. 


"If you even whimper without my say so," she said with a grin.  "I'll put you down faster than a sick dog.  Kay?" she asked.


Madani nodded, finally able to hear Mute's voice.  Sweat nervously beading from his brow, he turned his head to Mute slowly, blinking nervously.  "What is it you want?" he asked finally, his only free hand twitching as the weight of the RPG in his other hand became annoying.  Madani looked up from Mute, to the others surrounding him.  They looked him up and down as an enemy, and he did the same to them.  But Madani understood that they were at a stale mate.  The RPG had been loaded long before these Americans arrived.  At this range, it would take the push of a button to kill them all and end their adventure.  Or even if they decided to kill Madani before he could act, they would draw attention to themselves and be outmanned and out gunned in seconds.  In truth, Madani was still at an advantage, even at knife point.


But Eliza knew this as well.  She initially winced when Griever put his arm on her waist, trying her best not to lay him on his ass, but she knew why he did it.  She took a deep breath and analyzed the situation, noting the guards that Murdoch pointed out, even though they seemed docile.  She shook her head, remaining uncomfortably close to Murdoch and trying to play into his role of boyfriend and girlfriend, albeit unwillingly.  "Come with me," Eliza said.  "We need to back her up.  Aero, Echo, find a place to set up.  You can be our eyes in the dark.  Let's go," she ordered, casually taking Murdoch's hand and moving towards Mute.


"Roger that," Aero nodded, casually strolling away into a dark alley.


Echo only nodded, sinking silently into the street as he blended among the commoners and went to work.  


Upon meeting with Mute, Murdoch and Eliza played the role of the touring American couple, who's troublesome little girl had gotten herself into a mess in a new place.  "Aww, Julie.  Why are you bothering this poor man?  Making trouble again, are you?" Eliza said, trying to hint at nearby guards who were watching them.


"Julie?  What are y--oh!  Uh, sorry. . .m-m-mom?" Mute said, forcing herself to laugh.


Eliza quickly shook her head.  "I am kinda like a mom, since ours isn't here, right sis?" she emphasized.


"Right, right!  I guess, so--" Mute caught on, but was interrupted by Madani.  "What is going on?" he whispered harshly.


Eliza's fake smile faded with her back turned to the other guards, as she stared Madani in the face and mimicked his voice.  "Shut up and play along.  You've got some information for me, and you're gonna give it to me."


Madani froze at Catcall's words, as he finally realized what these people were capable of.  His thoughts of suicide became more clear, and his advantage faded in his thoughts, as his lips quivered as he spoke.  "You. . .you're all--"


Mute edged the knife along Madani's pants leg, before he could speak any further.  "That's right big guy.  And if you thought killing us was gonna be easy, you've got another thing coming," Mute said softly as she titled her blade at an angle.  "Now.  You're gonna tell Kitty here what we need to know.  And you're gonna find us a nice quiet place to talk.  Lead the way," she said tapping his thigh with the metal of her knife.  Madani nodded slowly, extending a hand and pretending to guide the 'tourists' to a local residence.  Just beyond the marketplace, out of earshot and out of view of guards, a concrete shack with boarded wooden windows and a mudslab stone roof and a single tin hand made carport over a rust bucket was the next stop for the Contractors.


Catcall peered slowly around the residence, checking the outside and corners for other possible guards, dogs, or disturbances.  Griever stood near the front door, listening intently to the inside to try to make heads or tails of whether or not anyone was home.  Mute kept on the heels of Madani, occasionally shoving him forwards to keep him on his toes.


"Looks clear.  Might be one or two inside.  I heard snoring," Griever whispered as Catcall returned.  


Madani waved a hand a Griever, assuring them it was safe.  "There is no one home!  You hear things!"


"Shut it!" Griever started, turning to Madani.  "You give us away, and I'll let Little Bo Peep cut your nuts off."


"Hey!  Shut up!  We don't have time for this crap" Eliza butted in, looking from Griever to Madani and back.  The boys were silent, as Catcall took point.  "Pay attention," she replied, placing a hand against the door and pressing her shoulder against it slightly.  Eliza could feel the door give way just slightly, meaning it wasn't particularly strong, nor was it locked.  "Eyes up.  Watch your corners," she commanded, forcing Griever to turn around.  "On me."  The Contractors and Madani lined up cautiously behind Eliza, as she opened the door slowly.


But as Griever, Catcall, and Mute entered the tattered down home of civilians, they stopped, and stopped too late.  Opening the door, they spotted a small family of three, sleeping in a huddle on two beds pushed together.  And that's when Madani broke away.  Shoving himself away from Mute and barely escaping Griever's reach, he dropped his rpg at his feet and took a blade from his boot, before shaking awake a mother of one, and covering her mouth to keep her from screaming.


A startled older gentleman bolted up right at the commotion, to see his daughter being held at knife point, and three strangers in his doorway.  He began to yell in horror, as the Contractors looked on, panicked.  The screaming woke his grandson, causing the boy to begin to cry before sprinting over to his grandfather's side.


"Shut up!  Shut up!  Shut up old man!  You too kid!  Shut up!" Madani called out.  


"You son of a bitch.  I'm gonna slit your--" Griever began.


"I said shut up!" Madani screamed, holding the knife up to the muffled screaming woman's neck.  


"Easy there, buddy.  We're just gonna ask some questions.  Nobody has to--"


"No!  Shut up!  I'm making the demands now!" Madani barked, pushing the knife against the woman's neck just enough to make her whimper.  "I'll ask the questions!  And you'll answer.  And if I don't like your answer, someone's going to die!  If you move out of my sight, someone will die!  If you say anything I don't like, someone will die!  Understand!?" he asked, no longer willing to cooperate.  "Nod if you understand," he growled.  "Nod!"


Griever, Catcall, and Mute nodded slowly, as Madani now took control.


"Good.  Good.  Now close the door.  You're going to start by telling me who you are and why you're here."

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Eliza briefly toyed with the idea of trying to incapacitate the man. In truth, it didn't really matter if he killed the woman that he was holding hostage or the whole family, for that matter. They weren't a part of this mission. Collateral damage was a reality of this job. It happened on the last mission. There had been a lobby full of innocent people that had been fired into. What was one person? Or even one family? As long as the plan was back on track, they were expendable. Of course, if something were to happen with the mercenary in the struggle...then they would be back where they started. And suspicion had already been tossed their way.


"Plus I would think that you would want as little innocent blood on your hands as possible. Red doesn't wash off red." Her conscious delivered a bitter diatribe against her calculative assessment of the situation. The thought of her past transgressions made her sick and wiped away any thought of allowing these people to be collateral for the mission. Eliza gave Madani a cold glare.


"Despite what you think, we're not American." Eliza said, her voice adopting a British accent. It was actually the voice of an actress that starred in one of Eliza's favorite TV show about a decade ago. "We're operatives from MI6, or at least I am. Those blokes technically are American, bloody annoying. But, SIS hooked me up with them for my op here." 


Eliza waited to see if he bought it, or at least believed it enough to allow her to continue. "We're supposed to be gathering intel on the local militia forces to make sure that we aren't gutted, like a few years ago by ISIS." Figuring this would be a good time to sink her hook, Eliza flashed a smile. "Listen, MI6 would pay you a lot more than these damp squibs for whatever information you have."


Eliza hoped that Daddy Issues and that poor excuse for a Cuckoo Bird would be able to hold it together long enough to maintain the charade. Of course, if they didn't then this family's blood would be on their hands, not her's. 

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"Aero, Echo, find a place to set up.  You can be our eyes in the dark."


"Roger that." Aero nodded, casually strolling away into a dark alley with Echo following close behind. Alright. This works out for us now...putting the two of us in a position to call out patterns and send in information. he thought, his eyes surveying around him to find a good building and spot to take a position from.


However, Aero was stopped when he felt Echo tapping his shoulder. He pointed to a building near by that actually was a bit aways from the market itself, but still within the general area.


"That spot will do nicely. C'mon." Aero said with a firm nod, as he and Echo made their way to the building.




It wasn't long before Aero and Echo made their position on the roof of the building, already covered by the camouflage covering that was complimenting the current terrain style. Aero looked down scope and began to survey the area once more. However, he saw something that wasn't there. The man with the RPG...and three of his squad members.


"Damnit...Echo, I need a location on where those four are at." Aero said, glancing over at Echo. "We need to know where that RPG is."


Echo only nodded, his hands already on the roof of the building as he began to use his tremor sense. Finding the RPG wasn't as hard as it was the last time. He was able to remember the shape of the weapon so finding it would be ea- "Damn..."


"What are you seeing Echo?"


"Found the RPG...and the others." Echo started, before sighing. "Unfortunately, seems their in a predicament." He moved his hand and slightly pointed into the direction of a building. "There. Catcall and the others are in there...and the RPG guy seems to be..."


"Holding hostages?" Aero asked, seeing Echo nod. A common tactic, hostages. An easy way to get information from a party and an easy way to get to said party's heart. Which is more valuable: your own life or the lives of the innocent that were dragged in? "Damn. What's worse is that I can't see in there...no window visible in sight. So I can't get a shot."


Things were seeming bad now. However...


That leaves seven armed mercenaries in the market. Guess it means its time to start clearing the way out for us... Aero thought with a smirk. "Echo. We need a noise...and that sfx thing you have might do the trick."


"What noise do you need?" Echo asked, understanding where this was going.


"Just something to get the attention of the mercenaries...we'll take them out one by one." Aero said, already equipping the silencer to his sniper rifle.



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"MI6?  You're from England?" Madani said, starting to chuckle.  He shook his head, pointing his blade at Catcall.  "Something about that doesn't make sense, girl!"  He quickly put the knife back to the victim's neck, pressing it closely against her throat, causing her to squeal.  


"What I don't understand is, if England and Jordan are allies, why would they send spies in the dead of night to track militia?  Would Jordan not want to keep it's relation with England on good terms?" he asked, gently sliding the knife across the mother's neck, causing her to wince as he drew a small amount of blood, but stopped before doing any real damage.  "Or do you take me to be stupid!?" Madani barked.  "Now.  We're going to try this again," Madani growled, snatching up the woman's left hand, and slicing off her pinky.  She howled in pain, trying to pull away and tucking her injured hand into her night gown.  Her son lurched forward out of the grandfather's hands in an attempt to console his mother, wailing for her, but the older man pulled the boy backwards out of fear for his safety.


"You're gonna tell me what's going on!  Or her screaming will draw every one of my men from here to the border, and you'll be dead in minutes," Madani said, placing the knife back to the mother's neck.  "Now talk!  And if you try that British crap again, I'll slit her throat, and the boy will be next!"

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