Damascus 27th of Muharram 2077:
a calm breeze carrying dew from the ancient Barada river flowed into the forest of the privileged city outskirts of Damascus, an area of gated Upper class communities isolated from the everyday problems and insecurities of the common masses; doubly true since the end of the "Malhama" as it was known in the east or the "mother of all wars" by its counterparts in the west.
a battle that saw the collapse of governments and kingdoms and the rise of new elites who were much more brutal and eager to hold on to what they achieved through years of battling and scheming, elites that are rarely reached or provoked let alone put to the sword; yet this was such a cold blooded case in one such use of the sword against the untouchable elites that chilled the veins of its beholders.
"God oh god, why is this happening"
such utterance escaped the lips of a lad seemingly no older than thirteen years of age in between ragged gasps for air, he is tired of running; he is despairing at his reality, but be that as it may crying won't bring back a martyr; poetry won't stop a bombing and throwing blame won't bring results, these words from his late father Magomed Abubakarov rang in his ears pushing him forward despite his tiring body as he huddled the little girl he was carrying and treaded forward.
in the arms of this young lad was a girl of two years of age, bright red shooting star like long hair flowed from her head smoothly that forced the lad to pick his steps carefully as to not trip on her locks. peeking at the soot-covered face of his little sibling kept reminding him of their family mansion burning to the ground behind him as he ran to escape the pursuers.
however he was forced to stop, not due to his ailing body but due to a natural barrier that suddenly appeared infront of him; a God made barrier that stopped him from continuing his escape.
"huff....the barada river....huff"
the lad despaired, the river was calm most of the year but as if to mock his efforts at survival it was raging at speeds he never witnessed in his short life; the coldness and speed the river was flaunting presented a murderous potential that weakened the lad's knees.
"I found tracks he should be close"
"release the hounds!"
the voices of his pursuers sounded closer than what his despair ridden heart can bear, their words shattering any hope he had of hiding. the lad has given up all hope, he turned towards the direction the voices came from; in the distance the light from the still burning abubakarov mansion can be clearly seen, a reminder of what his ambitious uncle did to usurp power.
"I guess I should say my prayers now huh? there is no way out this"
the young lad sat there reciting prayers, tears of unwillingness and indignation streaming down his cheeks; the pearly droplets landing on his fainted sister's face, the cold drops of tears bringing a reaction out her as she started to sleep talk.
"Brother don't cry.....God always leaves a way out"
and with that she huddled into a more comfortable sleeping position in her brother's bossom and continued her slumber, not knowing the waves her unconscious words brought to the young lad's heart; he looked at his sleeping sister's face and then down to the pendant hung at her neck, a Holy book sealed with the crest of a growling Lynx; the symbol of the Abubakarov family.
"Hajjar....you're right as always, God always leaves a way out"
the young man lifted his head up to the heavens, reciting prayers he memorized from his father before saying.
"God I swear by my honour that if you grace us with a way out of this calamity I'll dedicate my life to raising Hajjar well and enacting your law of comeuppance on my wicked uncle"
with those words all hesitation disappeared from the young man's heart, his knees steadied and his shaking stopped; as shouts of "here he is! shoot him!" resounded from his pursuers the young man gripped tightly on his sole surviving sibling, flipped his pursuers the bird and jumped backwards; plunging himself into merciless river as bullets flew in his direction.
his life and death was solely in the hands of God.
Tartus, central airport 16th of Shawwal 2087:
Balance is the center everything, balance is what stops the world from decending into chaos and this can be best observed in nature, every specie has its natural predator which stops it from growing numbers so large it ends up destroying its environment and eventually itself, such is the balance of nature; even within the modern Mediterranean coastline city of post-malhama Tartus this can be observed.
"the fly lands on the spiderweb and is eaten by the spider but then the parasite laying dormant inside the fly ends up eating its way out of the spider, does this make the parasite the ultimate predator?"
such were the thoughts of the young man observing parastic larvae burst out of the body of a still living spider, despite the injury to its body the spider immediately begins using its web to weave a protective membrane over the larvae and then crouch protectively atop the cocoon; it will sit there until they grow to maturity not of its own volition but due to the parasites tampering with its brain to force it into this suicidal behaviour for the sake of its predator.
"scary.....why does such a thing even exi- OUCH"
the thoughts of the young man were interrupted by a scalp numbing slap to the back of his head, bringing him to reality as he turns around to see a man higher in stature than himself sporting a tieless black suit and sun glasses; one of the bodyguards hired to protect the VIPs that are expected to visit the city.
"you're on thin ice newbie, I tell you to keep your eyes open and what do you do?"
"uhh uhm i-"
"I find you staring at a spider giving birth with your mouth open and drool leaking out of your face hole like some kind of buffon! that's what you did!"
"ah! it's not giving birth! also Saif sir this not dro-"
"shut up!"
The young man is cowed into silence as he knew he is bound for an earful this time, he has just landed this job after a thorough background check aswell as his relatives pulling some strings to ensure he gets assigned the personal driver duty to VIPs expected to walk out of the airport at any minute. he is expected to use this position to make some powerful acquaintances to pay back the favor of his relatives for this job yet he seems to be off to a bad start.
"your name is Joseph right? listen Joseph"
the bodyguard named Saif took off his sun glasses revealing a pair of light brown eyes, their hue infinitely close to a sparkling red colour which coupled with his pitch black hair and beard left a deep impression on people.
"in this feild of work you can lose your life at any time, when shit hits the fan you'll be lucky if you can defend yourself let alone babysit some fat SSNP official from damascus"
Joseph is immediately alarmed by Saif's disrespectful statements towards government officials, he scans his surroundings in a panicked Manner to ensure no one heard their conversation.
"are you insane!? that's a statement worthy of a death sentence!"
"I'll say it again if you don't listen so unless you want to be dragged down to the Cyprus penal colony with me you better keep your guard up"
Joseph could feel cold sweat drenching his driver uniform the moment Cyprus was mentioned by Saif so he decided to stop pushing a suicidal madman's buttons and nodded his head vigorously.
"well good so long as you get it"
"but....."
"and here comes the but"
"don't you think you're exaggerating? we're in the middle of the city at broad daylight where the Sham battalion can respond to any terror attack in under 8 minutes, not to mention we have more than 30 men armed to the teeth and a fleet of bullet proof cars....who would even attack us"
Joseph was genuinely confused by Saif's paranoia, as whoeever wanted to assault them had to bring with them a small army and even that would be a suicidal and ultimately failed venture as there is no way they would be able to take out their line up and assassinate the VIPs before the Sham battalion showed up.
"soo....who's insane enough to attack us?"
in response to Joseph's inquiry Saif remained silent for a while before saying one word.
"Fox"
"the animal...?"
"Yes"
"if that's your idea of humour then it's not funny"
"have you not heard this from your parents as a kid?"
"of course they taught me what a fox is!"
Joseph's genuine inability to read what he's hinting at prompted a sigh from Saif as he elaborated.
"how do foxes harm farmers?"
"they eat their chickens duh"
"and how does a farmer respond?"
"uhhh barbed wire and trained dogs around the chicken coops?"
"yes but do you think that's enough to stop the fox?"
"if that doesn't stop him then nothing ever will"
and at that answer Saif clapped his hands and yelled.
"Bingo!"
"huh?? but how does the fox get the chicken when lined up against those odds"
"he simply doesn't go against the odds, he befriends the dogs and uses them to get the chickens; instead of giving the fox enemies the farmer gave him accomplices"
Joseph stood there for a second staring at Saif before finally being unable to hold it in and he said.
"I know you're trying to make an example to say there's enemies in places we don't expect but I don't think your knowledge on the behaviour of canine species is scientifically accura-"
"Shut up nerd the VIPs are here look sharp"
just as Saif has said, three men of the generous size sporting clothes expensive enough that their combined price would be able to feed several homeless shelters for a decade were being escorted by an army of well armed bodyguards on all sides as they leisurely walked towards the Limousine while making small talk.
"and that's basically the gist of that Ismail Abubakarov guy's character, be careful when negotiating with him"
"is he really that dangerous? yeah he controls the Chechen mafia but we're SSNP party members surely he isn't audacious enough to do anything"
"idiot, it was the arms smuggling rings of the Chechen mob that allowed the SSNP to gain the upper hand during the final stages of the malhama; it wouldn't be wrong to say this empire wouldn't exist without them"
"Yeah but the Malhama ended 17 years ago they don't nearly hold as much influence on the party as they did in the past"
"are you stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? that magomed Abubakarov guy that established the Abubakarov family as the force it is now set up arranged marriages with all the influential families in the party, the Abubakarov family influences politics but isn't a political player it's really troublesome"
"well he's dead now and his brother seems to be even worse, any force even within the party that seeks to hold him accountable for anything is taken out mysteriously and surprise surprise no investigation ever leads anywhere"
the content of the discussion was so hair raising for the young Joseph that he started questioning whether or not he will be killed later for hearing this information, his knees started to wobble and just when he is about to lose his nerve a reassuring hand grips at his shoulder.
"this is usual, we're small fry that can be hoisted to Cyprus at any second so they don't care for what we hear; just pretend you don't hear them and keep your guard up"
Joseph gulped at that heavy pep talk but he nodded and ran the basics through his brain again and as the trio of officials approached, both him and Saif performed a military salute with a click of their feet and a wave of their hand as they shouted.
"Greetings to the party envoys from Damascus!
Long live! The Jasmine feilds of Syria!
Long live! The Euphrates and Tigris of Syria!
Long live! The Nile and Cyprus of Syria!
Long live! The Hejaz! The Yemen! The Jerusalem!
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The Bosphorus! and the Persia of Syria!
And Long Live the Syrian Socialist Nationalist Party!"
"at ease gentlemen!"
Joseph nearly collapsed and started gasping for air the moment the salute was over but he held on either through sheer power of will or the motivator that is fear, he opened the door to the spacious back seat of the Limousine and waited as the party officials struggled to get their fat bodies into the vehicle; when the last official entered the Limousine it visibly tipped, so much so that Joseph knew for a fact that the rear end of the Limousine will be scraping against the road everytime they hit a speed bumb.
"hey...Saif....I won't be sent to Cyprus if the car breaks down right? Saif? why are you silent all of a sudden? Saif not cool man you're being silent on purpose"
"just get in the damn car Joseph"
Joseph realised he is making the VIPs wait and immediately got so fear-stricken he forgot his conversation with Saif and got into the driver seat as Saif rode shotgun, when everything was in place Saif radioed the fleet of escort vehicles to start moving while maintaining vigilance. the tension was so high it could cut diamonds or at least thats what Joseph assumed it would be like were it not for the fact that the VIPs were treating it like a picnic.
"whatever you say, Mr Kingpin Daddy Abubakarov himself invited us to the negotiating table, Have any of you heard of Ismail negotiating before? clearly using a mixture of planted informants, double agents, Sham battalion raids and random cargo ship check ups forced him to relent"
"well you do make a valid point, he has been under increasing pressure especially as we're supporting small time gangs and families so they can compete with the Abubakarovs"
"it's an outright gang war out there in tartus cause of this, the body count is immeasurable but the Abubakarovs can't be allowed to hold this much sway on politics"
"Yeah it's a matter of national security, today we force him to decide between joining the party or keep trying to play smart as an outsider only to get crushed"
"well I'll smoke to that! Cuban may I add you!"
the Trio started passing around cigars and enjoying their time yet they all avoided alcohol not due to religious reasons but as it would seem that regardless of how lightly they're taking the situation they do not wish to be lacking in judgment when the time comes to face Ismail Abubakarov, that is a mistake no one will recover from. while that conversation is taking place the tension was brought back when Saif's radio received a transmission from one of the escort vehicles ahead when they suddenly stopped moving forward.
"Nest zero this is outpost one we've got a scenario four I repeat nest zero this is outpost one we've got a scenario four over"
"huh!? nest? outpost? Cyprus? four? Saif what is goin-"
"shut up Joseph and keep your eyes open"
Joseph seems to have understood the severity of the situation as he clammed up, Saif however knowing that scenario four meant blocked road didn't panic as he transmitted on his radio frequency.
"this is nest zero, outpost one what seems to be the scenario four in question over"
"this is outpost one, the scenario four in question is a broken down firetruck blocking the road no signs of any malicious activity over"
the radio transmission calmed down the passengers of the Limousine, especially Joseph whose face instantly turned pale as he was muttering "Fox...tipped....Limousine...hens...Cyprus..." ever since they received the first transmission.
"don't stress, the Limousine is surrounded on all sides by bullet proofed cars full of PMCs nothing will happen"
the fattest of the Damascus trio assured his compatriots, he was the one who pushed most heavily for the negotiations with Ismail Abubakarov and any mishap here will inevitably result in him loosing influence in his clique.
"when am back in damascus I'll lodge a complaint against the Tartus fire department I'll have whoever responsible for the lack of maintenance on public owned vehicles doing hard labour in Cypr-"
*Booooooooooooooooooooooooom*
a booming noise like that of clapping thunder resounded from the direction of outpost one, the shock wave shook the Limousine's windsheild and cut short the official's threatening speech. a deafening silence ensued before sounds of heavy gunfire and screams of panicking civilians running for their lives filled the ears of those present.
"outpost one this is nest zero update on what's happening in the front I repeat outpost one what the fuck is happening there"
Saif's panicked radio transmission resulted in silence, no one was answering; it took several tries before he received an answer.
"Nest zero this is outpost three, outpost one and two have been taken out by fucking RPG fire from the roofs of surrounding buildings, there's a blonde madman in a balaclava raining down gasoline from the firetruck and we're surrounded by an unknown number of assailants firing at us from all sides we need back up I repeat send us some fucking back up"
"outpost three this is Nest zero, hold the line even if it means your death back up is coming"
Saif instantly replied with positive affirmation to the back up call and pulled out a silenced PB pistol; he scanned his surroundings to have a good view of the situation, however the panicking officials and Joseph's inquiries and shouts helped very little in making his job easier.
"that fucking Ismail he did it! he fucking did it! I told you guys this is a bad idea!"
"I'll have have him hanged! I'll have him hanged!"
"the fox....the hens....Cyprus....mother...your Joseph is in trouble wuuuuu"
Filtering out all the noise in the vehicle Saif scanned the nearby buildings, after a thorough check his eyes landed on one apartment in particular whose window is open; paying close attention he saw a glimmer deep in the room, it was sunlight reflecting off of an especially well polished surface.
"Found you...."
Within said apartment was a man zooming in on the Limousine through the optical sights of his AT-4 grenade launcher, he only has one shot and he has to make it count; a radio transmission reached him from the organizer of this whole affair.
"Eagle three this is Ramirez, the escort vehicles have been concentrated on the battle at the frontline the diversion worked, the coast is clear take the shot I repeat take the shot"
the man hesitated for a second despite receiving the green light, this was not the original plan; the assasination plot was hijacked to solve some form of infighting within their branch of the Abubakarov hit squad or the "Lynx militia" as they so proudly refer to themselves.
"Eagle three I said take the damn shot"
"This is Eagle three, Carlos are you sure this won't backfire? you know what happened the last time you tried this"
in response to Eagle three's reluctant inquiry silence set for a good moment, it seems even the planner was hesitant about the odds but the response came not too long after.
"Eagle three take the shot, this is our best and only chance you know he will come for revenge when it's over so finish the job now and for the last time my name is Ramirez! calling me Carlos just cause am of Argentinian descent is racially insensitive over"
"this is Eagle three, you're right I'll take the shot....Carlos..over"
finishing the call Eagle three looked back through the optics of his AT-4 to make some last minute adjustments to ensure a successful hit, however his attention was grabbed by the lowered window of the front passenger seat; zooming in on it Eagle three found himself staring at the muzzle of a silenced PB soviet designed pistol pointed directly at him.
"Fuck....I knew this was a bad ide-"
his words were cut off by a flash in his vision, the bullet had been fired and it directly hit his AT-4 thus setting off the warhead before it had the chance to leave the launcher.
"well that's that"
closing the bullet proof window up again lest a stray bullet reeks unnecessary havoc inside, Saif set aside his trusted PB pistol as a violent explosion rocked the apartment where his would be assailant was hiding in; prompting even more panic from the fearful Joseph.
"what the fuck was that exploding bullet!? what kind of gun are you using!? is it fucking legal to own something like that!? why did you randomly shoot some apartment!? why didn't I agree to my mother's suggestion and just became a maronite pastor!? oh jesus...oh god"
"shut up and drive through that alleyway, don't stop no matter how many bullets fly your way; run down any puppy or bystander if you have to but don't stop!"
"you're insane! you're all insane!!"
yelling out his indignation at the unreasonable situation Joseph slammed his foot violently on the gas pedal as the Limousine made a rash turn to the right, leaving burnt tire marks and sparks on the asphalt due to the rear end of the car scrapping against the floor; exactly as Joseph had predicted.
"Turn left then right then go forward then turn right again then left and then keep going forward and we should reach relative safety"
"relative safety!? not actual safety!? oh fuck move out of the way! am driving here!"
despite his cowardice Joseph was managing well under pressure, he drove strictly through alleyways where the safety from AT-4 warheads was secured due to the high-rise buildings blocking sights but that was offset by the sharp turns the violently speeding Limousine had to make in such a narrow pathway. The occasional innocent bystander that had to be avoided and the trash cans he had to run over all while taking small arms fire made his driving look even more impressive.
"gahahahahaha! am unstoppable! move aside bitches Joseph is driving here! fuwahahahaha"
"we're not safe yet he isn't gonna quit this easily"
"who!? literally who!? who's gonna get in the way of a speeding car in a narrow pathway!? that's suicide"
"Him"
"fueeehhh!!!??"
in response to Saif's statement Joseph looked ahead and sure thing, a considerable distance from them stood a Man with an AT-4 pointed directly at them, blocking the only way out of the alleyway. this would be a guaranteed hit, both Saif and the man on the opposite side of the alleyway-Carlos- knew this very well.
"we're fucked! we're so fucked! mother! jesus! save me ahhhhh!!!"
"God always leaves a way out joseph"
"the only way out now is backwards and there's no way we'll make it in time! uaahhhh mother save me!!"
ignoring the wailing Joseph and his equally despairing VIP passengers Saif lowered the window again as he put his hand into one of his pockets while staring into Carlos's dark eyes, Carlos's shoulder length blonde hair and dark eyes were the only things that his balaclava allowed to be seen and Saif was hidden from sight due to the one way finish of the car's windshield but that was irrelevant to the two men engaged in this staring match. to them everything that needs to seen is visible.
"the make or break moment"
as the car neared Carlos these words were uttered by the two men simultaneously as they each played their final card, The Warhead exited the launcher leaving behind a trail of smoke; the timing and distance was impeccable, the mastery of the user displayed the impressive might of this piece of equipment perfectly; it was a guaranteed hit performed beautifully from the eyes of any professional soldier had they had the chance to witness it and at the same time Saif chucked out something from the speeding car's window to challenge the warhead that is determined to land on target.
time seemed to stop from the perspective of both sides of this conflict, the warhead which shouldve travelled at speeds impossible for the human eyes to observe looked extremely slow as it approached the object Saif threw out. heartbeats momentarily stopped as they witnessed the the two objects come close to each other- but ultimately never touch- Saif's last ditch effort pitch missed its mark and the warhead was untouched.
"it's over..... "
such were the words on everyone's mind.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
a deafening explosion rocked the alleyway as the surroundings were covered in a blinding screen of smoke blocking all sight, Carlos dropped his AT-4 launcher due to what he witnessed; feelings of pride and achievement filled his heart nearly moving him to tear.
"it's over its finally over I won gahahahahah!! I run the Lynx militia! my word is law! TOP FUCKING DOG! gahahahahah I wo-"
*Vroooooooooommmmmmm*
the violent noise of an engine running at full throttle getting closer and closer brought back Carlos from cloud nine as he stared in disbelief at the screen of smoke ahead, the headlights of the undamaged Limousine were still functioning and their light was rapidly coming closer; soon enough it will leave the cover of the smoke and smash straight into Carlos's body.
"impossible! this is impossible! he missed his pitch! it didnt hit the warhea-"
Carlos's monologue was cut short by the realisation of what exactly Saif had thrown at his warhead, something he originally didn't consider.
"a fucking grenade...."
but this realisation only further confused him, while it's true a grenade doesn't have to directly hit the warhead to prematurely set it off due to its wide blast radius this was a nearly impossible feat. Saif was in a vehicle speeding towards an object fast enough that the human eye can't see and the grenade has a 10 seconds delay time between pulling the pin out and the actual explosion, he would've had to have either the most impressive timing in the world or Saif had simply-
"he read me like a fucking book...he knew exactly when I'll pull the trigger and armed the grenade with that in mind"
indignation filled Carlos's heart as he gritted his teeth and threw these thoughts out of his head, he was currently in a precarious situation as the Limousine will soon smash into him; he needed to figure a way out of this situation with his life intact.
"WOOOOOO JOSEPH THE UNKILLABLE IS COMING BABYYYY!!"
such a shout of exhilaration sounded from within the Limousine as it jumped out of the cover of smoke at top speed, Joseph was out for blood and he planned to take out all the frustration this day has brought him on Carlos.
"he's not that easy to kill"
but these ultimately true words from Saif dampened his excitement as he witnessed Carlos run straight towards the Limousine and make a jump that would put an Olympic athele to shame, making use of the car's speed to successfully jump over it thus avoiding guaranteed death.
"he fucking....frontflipped over an entire Limousine....."
these were the only words Joseph was able to utter after witnessing such a scene that robbed him of his chance to vent his feelings, but as they escaped the encirclement and put distance between the assailants and themselves he slowly regained his positivity as he turned towards the silent Saif.
"yo that Fox guy was crazy, you were right man I'll always be on the lookout for foxes from now on, Joseph the fox hunter will be the name mark my word gahahahaha!"
"your name is Saif right? when we're out of this shithole of a city I'll hire you as my personal guard I'll even grant you party membership!"
"back off am the one that will hire him"
"You two are delusional you can't provide enough benefits for this talent he's coming under my wing!"
but Saif was silent, he just kept polishing his PB pistol until the Limousine drove into the outskirts of the city and away from the chaos,it was only long after the commotion died down in the car and they neared a forest by one of the city's sea ports did he answer Joseph's inquiries of "where are we going?"
"Joseph"
"hmmm?"
"am sorry"
"huh sorry? dude I owe you my life what are you sorry fo-"
Joseph's words of gratitude were cut short by a bullet that passed through his heart, a look of horror and confusion was plastered on his face as life started seeping out of him; he wanted to ask why, he wanted to know what brought this about but then realisation at his deathbed struck him as the word "Fox" passed by his fleeting thoughts, Joseph died; he died with self-derision on his face.
"are you insane!? what did you do that for!?"
"what are you planning!? did the adrenaline get to your head!? the fight is fucking over"
Saif calmly took control of the steering wheel as he pushed the now dead Joseph out of the still moving vehicle, he fumbled through his pockets before pulling out a canister with the words "Lethal riot Gas: don't use in closed environments" plastered on it and slowly addressed the confusion.
"gentlemen in a perfect world we would be allies"
"are you saying we aren-"
"shut up fatass"
the official was instantly cowed into silence by Saif's calm words.
"as I said in a perfect world we would be allies,trust me I hate Ismail Abubakarov more than any of you due to uhhh let's just say 'family issues' but unfortunately for the lot of you you're so hopelessly incompetent that youl not only be useless against him but might even be a hindrance"
"bullshit we're medium rank party members! ismail isn't worth the dirt beneath our feet!"
"didn't I say shut up? Well I wanted to have a pleasant conversation but since you lot are unable to keep your mouths closed-a common issue with politicians I guess- I'll have to do this the hard way"
Saif covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief as he punctured a hole in the cannister and put it in the Dropbox of the partition divider. the canister let out deadly fumes in the well isolated passenger section of the Limousine, the officials entered a panicked coughing fit as they tried to lower the windows but windows were controlled by the driver section of the vehicle; it was similarly the case for the doors as the officials realised they wouldn't be able to jump out of the speeding car even if they wanted. They were being slowly gassed to death but one thing was certain, now they were unable to speak.
"so as I was saying you're unable to take him down, I tried to join some rivaling mafias to fight against him at first but they were all absorbed and eventually became part of his empire"
Saif drove the vehicle further into the forest and away from prying eyes as he continued his explanation.
"but that had its own benefits as when those mafias were absorbed they were integrated into his international clique, meaning that now am able to climb up the dirty corporate ladder of the underground till I can eventually meet the great ismail Abubakarov himself- and then dance on his corpse"
Saif smiled as he laid out all of his cards which further horrified the officials, he was telling them something that he definitely wouldn't want anyone to know; 'dead men tell no tales' was the expression that flashed through their heads during this explanation.
"I admit it was tough, that Carlos guy came really close to killing me multiple times during our years long battle for influence over the Lynx militia; and while he is surrounded by the Sham battalion right now am confident he will survive and immediately start planning to kill me again, thats just the kind of person he is"
Saif parked the car by the shore and exited the vehicle, opening the trunk there was a change of clothes and a tank of gasoline; he changed into casual civillian attire and started pouring the gasoline on the Limousine that had his old clothes and fingerprints all over it as he continued his explanation.
"but exactly like what happened today I'll win and I'll keep winning, taking out every Carlos ismail Abubakarov throws at me and stepping on their copses till am of an equal height to him and when he asks me 'why did you do all of this' in between gasps for air as i choke the life out of him I'll-"
Saif stopped for a second as he realised he was getting worked up, he lit a match stick and used it to light and take puffs from a cigar he 'borrowed' from the dead officials- a fact which didn't seem to hinder him from continuing his explanation- before throwing the matchstick at the luxury vehicle, setting fire to all evidence of his involvement in today's events as he finished his sentence.
"I'll tell him that my name is Adnan Abubakarov the Son of Magomed Abubakarov"
and thus the story begins to unfold.