Extraction

As the two men hustled through the dark hall ways, dragging a zip tied insurgent and discombobulated hostage behind, they heard a car pull up and an engine stop, as rays of sunlight struggled to get through the grimy window on the door. Knocking it open, they saw a pick up truck, driven by what seemed to be an undercover operator, with another operator, fully geared, in the bed. Next to the drivers side, a man, most likely undercover as well, walked briskly towards them.

 

Fixie walked to the man, who motioned to the briefcase. He handed it to him cautiously, unknowingly, still questioning what the case might contain. The man took it into his arms, and began to speak. Through broken English, they could make out that this guy was a coalition member, a local who had taken up arms alongside military personnel to push back the insurgents and fight their cause.

 

Atlas, who was busy pushing the zip tied mans head against the hood of looked over and said, "Let's get the fuck outta here, I have the feeling that wasn't the last of them. They're gonna come looking once they realize the video never aired."

 

The hostage, insurgent, Atlas, and coalition member hopped into a sedan parked behind the truck, and sped off, quickly followed by the truck, with Fixie riding shotgun.

 

 

Mats, I got the roof down to 1 thick and extended the bed.

Done