Twenty EightSunday, August 10th 2014
Hills near As Sywayda
Warm blood splashed Diane's beautiful face for the second time in the last few days and the American professor dropped down on her knees, still holding the hand of the lifeless body next to her. This time she didn't cry, but her voice was sharper than a knife when she said, “You ruthless bitch.”
Even if Manama answered it was lost in the loud sounds that came from the rocks. Her soldiers were mercilessly killing unarmed men one by one.
“What the hell are you doing? Stop this madness.” Geoff shouted and grabbed Manama's hand.
She pulled it back and said, “I don't capture terrorists, I kill them. I don't have time for court trials and prison sentences. They're scum, they don't deserve to live.”
“I can't believe my ears. Who are
