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From my sleep I hear screeches of cars, I take to my heels as I rush downstairs, I flip my cotton of Gold and engraved leaf in dark brown to count about 6 cars, Ford, and an heavily armed Hillux truck as armed men hopped out of them, I count 10 men in sight.
"Holy shittt" I say as I rush upstairs to wake my girl, ~shit!, she's not here~
I manage to dial a number real quick as I shout "Mi querida" she prolly left early before day break, I sigh a relief.
_"Hello" says from the other end of the line
_"Mom, I'm sorry...They are here" I say rapidly
_"Don't, Ola, you can keep running, don't do this" she says sobbing.
damnn, I love it when she calls me "Ola".
_"I'm sorry mom.. I've gotta go!!" I end the call as I rush downstairs.
"Krrrrr" I hear from behind my doors,
"Damnn, I know that sound" I throw myself to the floor as bullets flies and dance in the air, glass shatters, woods splatters and foams seems to be happy of their new freedom from my cushions and pillows as they dance in the air.
At once, the shooting stops.
I manage to crawl as I hear thuds of footsteps behind me, I secretly place my grip on the bomb denotor I have been keeping for this exact moment, a small remote like device.
"Woah whoah whoah, what do we have here?" He says as he stands and has his legs widen over me, his well muscled chest and arms popping out as an effect of the gun he carries, A 7.92mm, German MG34, I recognize the gun, his face, oblong, dark skin, A black man, his eyes black and height I bet is 6"9, He prolly in his late 20s.
He grins at me as he says "cat got your tongue?"
_"Let hope it got more than just my tongue"
_"whoah.... He speaks, come pick him up," he signals to one of his minions, He comes to me with an AK47 as he tries to pick me up.
I headbutt him as fast as I could with the rush of Adrenaline, I stand to my feet.
"See y'all in Hell!!!" I say out loud as I press the only button centered on my Bomb detonator hoping to bomb us all.
"Ka Boomm," he mimics as he throws his arms in the air and down to play dead, his minions all burst out laughing.
I keep pressing the goddamn button as sweat seems to be pouring out on me.
Three of his minions drag me to a cushion as I get tied up, I get a three or four or five blows landing on my face and stomach but who cares about how many punches I can take.
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