Syria, Raqqa - Operation Deadlock

“You worthless bitch!”

In a dark room an Arab looking man pulled the hair of an woman and assaulted her while her hands were bound behind her back. He didn’t care if the woman resisted or cried out. This room they were in was located in the outermost area of the city.

Not only that, it was heavily fortitude and any trespassers were immediately killed. Whether they stumble across it by mistake or not they shot without hesitation.

“Please, stop! I don’t want this!! No!”

Her shrill and pitiful moans echoed, but instead of stopping, it made him more excitement and pounded harder. Before he could reach climax, tortured shouts from outside the hallway could be heard.

“Ahhhh!!!!”

“No stop! GUHHH!” !

“Boss! This an emergency, i-intruders, they’re are here!”

The door was knocked loudly and combined with the ceaseless cries. His moment of euphoria quickly turned into a bad experience. The man’s face twisted in anger and turned ugly.

He threw the woman roughly on the bed and marched to the door and open it forcibly. His anger was to the point of explosion.

“SON OF A BITCH!!!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT! CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BUSY!!!!”

He punched the young Arab man on the face who had come ruin his enjoyment with the girl. His nose bled from the aftermath and he was sent flying onto the wall.

“B-boss here me out! You have to run! Q-”

Before the sentence had finished a silent gunshot was heard, and pierced him right on the head, which left him no time to react, killing him instantly.

The other man known as “boss” turned his head in fear slowly. Right in front of him a group of 3 unknown figures stood pointing their HK MP5SD’s directly towards him. The man knew they were. These guys were the British SAS, the most elite special ops in the world. They were disguise in dark blue uniforms, as if the angel of death had come his body shaking profusely.

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“I surrend-”

Before he could finish a shot rang out, instantly killing him.

“Move out and search every corner of this mansion there must be hostages here lying around somewhere.”

An feminine yet, spine-chilling voice ordered.

“Yes captain!”

The other two beside her immediately checked the rooms down the hallways and the entire mansion. At the end of the search they found 5 hostages who were all women. They had bruised faces, ripped clothes, and foul smell.

One could tell they been through and treated as toys.

The woman who was referred to as captain by the two SAS soldiers sent message back at base.

“This is Alpha team, we have found hostages on the property of ISIS officer, over.”

*Copy that Alpha team, head back out and leave the perimeter with the hostages safely, over.”

“Roger”

The comm ended and the three led the rest of the women outside where they met two other SAS members wielding L96A1 sniper rifles with the same uniform.

The men followed suite and assisted the hostages.

“We leave with them safely back to the base, got it?”

She ordered with a commanding voice.

“Yes, ma’am!”