DAR, 1982
“Press hard.” Rayhan brought together Patricia’s palms to her stomach, the wounded area. Saleem was shooting the attackers, outside the gate.
Latricia moaned, clenching her teeth firmly.
“Hang on a little longer.” Rayhan said as he picked his g*n.
He walked closer to the gate. The doors of the white SUV Range rover were opened. About five men wearing black masks were behind the doors. Rayhan c****d his g*n well, ready to react to their attacks.
Saleem and Rayhan lucratively shot three men. The other two men rushed back into the Rover and drove away.
“Go check Lat…” Rayhan shouted as he wasted his bullets shooting the car which in next to no time, vanished out of his sight.
He ran to the three men lying on the ground. Two were dead and one was breathing difficulty.
“Who a
