Nulla, satisfied with his decision, stood up - just as a four-wheel drive rolled past the window.
`Damn! Terrorists!' he said to himself. He ran out of the front door and closed it behind him. He watched as the vehicle continued down the street. It stopped only a half dozen houses past where they were holed up. A small group of men and women climbed out. They walked through the front gate and into the house. A gust of wind carried their voices and he thought he recognised one of them.
Looking through his night vision scope he zoomed in and saw that they were dressed in the usual terrorist uniform of black shirt, but some now wore a black bandanna with the same white writing. It seemed to be a thing that had taken off with them recently. He kept watch. When he saw they might be staying in
