They waited a few minutes, fully expecting more bullets to come towards them, but the only sound they could hear was a low moaning of someone in a lot of pain. Sarin held up three fingers, indicating to Sokhem that they would enter on the count of three. As they reached the count, Sarin dove into the room as Sokhem covered him. At the next doorway, a twitching figure lay, AK47 discarded just out of reach. Sarin quickly moved towards the injured guard. He’d taken a shot to the belly and was bleeding badly. As Sokhem joined him, Sarin shook his head; the guard would not survive long.
Making sure he had no more weapons on him, Sarin made him as comfortable as he could and gave the dying man a drink from his canteen. Impending death often brought enemies closer together in the heat of battle,
