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Fight minutes later this is advanced, the modern house looks like a piece of a shooting range where a new machine gun has just been tested. Blood is dripping through the holes in the ceiling. Somewhere we heart scream of pain. We had to go into the basement to find there were hostages and started the most interesting part of our operation, because there, underground we had no more support. It was time to show my own abilities. The command center was right. There below we found a series of underground tunnels. I thought that it may be a problem, but courteous terrorists showed the path for us by the sounds of shots. Here we didn’t meet professional fighters, only young boys with guns. It was strange because usually elite of camp defense commanders and live near with theme. Maybe native general like then his ass defend the young boys, who knows. I knew those young soldiers always more dangerous because they don’t know pity. To be more safety I forced them shooting into each other, or for example, dropped a grenade on the ground. Tunnels were different narrow and spacious, but most of them are dark, despite the wires stretching along the walls and ceiling. A few minutes later we saw some light. I took off my night vision device and able to understand what was the source of the glow. Twenty miters forward tunnel was broken off and after them was light-flooded room. When there were less than ten steps to the room I heard a voice. “Hello, my friends and welcome! I had a step outside of the dark and could see the room. About twenty women and children sat along the walls. In the middle was a man of forty years in military uniform, absolutely bald but with a thick beard. In his right hand, he held a pistol, and with his left, he pressed a little girl to himself. She looked strange, bright red hair against the background of an absolutely pale face. She wore a gray stained with blood, mud a shirt, from which strange wires stretched. "You should not make rash decisions, there are so many explosives in this baby that it’s enough to smash a room and roll all the tunnels. We will never be found again.” His voice was calm and sure. I believe that you don’t want to die, and me too. I tell you the rules. “I sewed there are enough explosives in this girl to smash the whole room, me with you, all these beautiful creatures and all the tunnels. We will not be found when. This bomb is connected to my heart and if I die, you will all die with me. But I prefer to think that I am a businessman. Therefore, I used to solve complex problems. My suggestion is, I turn around and leave through that door.” He pointed to the huge steel door behind him. “When I go off the bomb will lose touch with my heart and when it does, it will turn off ten minutes later.” He spoke absolutely confidently, and looked like a balanced and sensible person, of course in the realities of the situation. I realized that I didn’t have enough time to think about the plan, so I agreed. When he leaves the premises, we will contact the guys outside and give them information about the situation and they will meet him outside. I said, “You can go.” He turned without hesitation and headed for the door. After taking two steps forward, I sat on one knee in front of the girl and looked into her blue eyes. I promise “I will save you.” Her face was as fabulously beautiful as sad. The look is completely empty from under curly red hair. You can not Verlaam. Almost in a whisper, she said. I did not know who it is Verlaam, but I realized that she just wanders because of post-traumatic syndrome. I heard how the big steel door closed behind her. You can not Verlaam. She repeated and a tear rolled down her cheek. Then she raised her arms and with all the forces that she had tried to push me away. At that moment I experienced a feeling that only Clerics can experience. The feeling of irreversible and mortal danger. At the level of reflexes, I put a mental shield in front of me and at that moment time stopped. A flash of light lit up the already bright room. The blast wave bestowed on my shield and pushed me out of the room into the tunnel. having fallen on my back, I blocked most of the tunnel with a shield, after which the room in front of me collapsed and I lost consciousness.

Despite that now we have a shield there was no great need for it. Just everyone who shows his nose outside was immediately shot down by the guys from left and right flanks. A few minutes later we have got the main house. Use a piece of the wall like a battering ram we entered the house. Inside all was covered by the dark. We made a few steps into and were drowned in the darkness. Clerks can’t see in the dark but a few of us can feel other people. They feel like they think and some of the themes even understand thoughts. I wasn’t one of these lucky ones. Because of it, we had used night vision goggles. The room field up to a green light. Here we saw that these people have money. Despite that, we were in the middle of the desert house was furnished with the latest technology. Calm and serenity this place was interrupted. Our major captain Ian Pac gave the order for the snipers to use thermal imagers and cover us. The walls the house here and there began to flash bright flashes. All of this new furniture and new TV screens and other equipment began to explode, crashed and scatter into hundreds of fragments. It was like a tv show that I saw in my childhood before then the government came to my hose and stole me from my parents. In this show, some strange man from Asia put different things in a blender. Now I felt that I in his blender.