26. NAZEBI

The car skidded to a stop and a door opened with a man I soon recognized as one of the guards slid in. In hand he carried a large case which I would assume was his sniper gun. The car moved even before the doors were closed. The man turned to take a look over me then turned back.

“They are not retreating.” He said, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

“We will take the roof, lay low and wait for the hit.” The next one said with it dawning on me that it wasn’t just a possibility that my attackers would come for me. It was a sure thing now. My eyes ran through, taking each man there. Would more of them die? Because of me?

I was so cold.

Why had I left the house?

I had given my attackers an advantage.

I should have stayed in the house but even as those words sank in I knew going to town had been a necessity. It had been unpreventable on that day.

The car curved and rushed up the driveway. The house was abandoned with only two of the guards there. They walked to us, the doors