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Prizraki
Act Two
Maine, 1982
Danny always loved the shoreline on a cloudy day like this one, cold air always calmed his senses. This small cabin was the only residence within a hundred miles, though rickety and dry it was a home, and that was all that mattered. As the waves crashed into rocks Danny closed his eyes. A man lying prone, a hatchet, cold floor, blood. Danny opened his eyes.
A vehicle crept silently through the woods and onto the gravel service by the cabin. Danny turned his Head to the oncoming vehicle before it came to a screeching halt mere feet from the cabin. Danny instantly recognized the man that emerged from the vehicle, it was Colonel Dave T Johnson. Danny invited him into the cabin.
“nice place you got here” Johnson exclaimed
“Better than nothing I suppose,” Danny said
“You deserve better,”
“What are you talking about,”
“As far as I know you are the only man to receive The Bronze Star without ever taking a life in the field,”
“So that's what they told you,” Danny said matter of factly.
“It was on your resume back at HQ,”
“It’s a lie, they took my story and we're gonna twist it to fit their God Awful propaganda…I prefer to be left KIA in the eyes of my family” Danny exclaimed, his voice rising in tone.
“But then again that's not why I’m here is it,” Johnson said timidly
“Then why are you here?”
“I come bearing news, it isn’t exactly new though, but considering you live hundreds of miles away from any human contact I’ll tell you straight. The Russians have been in Afghanistan for 3 years now,” The room was then consumed by an eerie silence.”
“Why are you telling me this,”
“I was just getting to that, you have been requested to a conference personally by Admiral Jefferson,”
“Where?” Danny exclaimed with slight intrigue
“That's classified”
“Wait, wait, wait Admiral Jefferson?”
“Yes,” Johnson said timidly.
“Christofer Jefferson?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, after his time in ‘Nam he joined the marine corp then climbed up the ranks from there… He's a strategic mastermind if I do say so myself,” Danny proceeded to close his eyes. Jungle, bugs, water, gunfire, moon. He opened them once again.
“No,” Danny said coldly.
“Excuse me,”
“No…do you know why I isolated myself in this cabin for 15 years?,”
“Let me guess, you felt as if you let your family down because of your abrupt departure from them, therefore you considered a reunion to be too painful for the both of you,” Danny sat in silence for a moment that seemed to stretch on eternally.
“You read me like a book, I guess I never was the best card player,” Danny exclaimed with a forced chuckle before his face fell back into its usual melancholy state.
“I can help you, Mr. Franklin,” Johnson said solemnly.
“You’re about 10 years too late,” Johnson proceeded to lean towards Danny intently.
“It’s never too late to make a change, believe me I know that better than anyone,” Danny opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Johnson proceeded to stand up.
“Admiral Jefferson requested your immediate departure, but if you won’t follow me out this door I will not hold it against you.” He then began to walk out of the cabin.
“Wait!” Danny cried out.
“Meet me in the staff car,” Johnson said without turning around, though there was a slight but noticeable grin on his face.
The room was sterile, colorless, and it reeked of a car-like smell. The space was consumed by silence for a number of minutes, before being broken by a man whose face was concealed in shadow.
“It’s been a long time, Dan” The man leaned forward into the light. He had rather messy copper-color hair and divine facial features.
“Chris?” Danny said carefully
“It's just Jefferson now,”
“Wow, I…I just always…”
“We're getting off topic,” Johnson interrupted.
“Yes, Daniel I brought you here because you're among the few people I still trust in this world.”
¨With what?¨ Danny asked intrigued. Johnson proceeded to slide Danny a folder. He then opened it, what Danny saw overwhelmed him, pictures, names, dates it was all too much. He closed the folder.
¨So…¨ Johnson said timidly.
¨Give me the elevator speech,¨ Danny said. Johnson shot Danny an exasperated look.
¨Essentially, we have built up good relations with the loyal Afghans within the country, but in recent weeks our weapon caches have been raided by an extremist group known as the Ultra-Nationalists. Their leader is Khan-Juma, and we have reason to believe that he is responsible for planning these raids.¨ Johnson exclaimed.
So, a couple of tunnel rats got a hold of some guns, big deal.¨ Danny said nastily.
¨That's where you are wrong, Mr. Franklin, they didn't just get their hands on assault rifles, they also deliberately stole top-secret government intel. We believe that they're selling it.¨ Johnson explained.
¨Whos the buyer?¨
¨ That's why you are here Dan, I want you to assist us in investigating this conspiracy. I know details of your escape that the public isn't allowed to know, as far as I'm concerned your the most capable soldier within our reach.¨
¨I'm not sure, Chris I left the whole patriot thing behind me a long time ago.¨
¨It's your decision, Dan but this is something bigger than all of us. qui facultatem agendi habent responsabilitate agendi…do you know what that means?¨
¨No, sir.¨ Danny said almost comically.
¨ It means that those who have the ability to take action, have the responsibility to take action, its Latin.¨ Danny sat back mouth wide.
¨Wow…you're a real miracle worker,¨ Danny said. Everyone in the room was staring at him.
¨When do we get started.¨ Danny said. Chris clapped his hands while Johnson remained static.
¨Come with me,¨ Johnson said. The trio strutted down the equally colorless corridor.
¨Do we have any leads,¨ Danny said
¨As a matter of fact we do, according to our contacts within Afghanistan there is a broadcast station on the far outskirts of Kabul, it's been abandoned for over four years now, supposedly the Ultra-Nationalists have been occupying it to broadcast their propaganda.¨ Johnson said.
¨Well head at nightfall,¨ Chris added.
¨Just the three of us?¨ Danny asked.
¨Well be accompanied by fifteen marines, they weren't told a thing.¨ Johnson exclaimed
¨As far as they are concerned is just a basic breach and clear mission,¨ Chris added. Danny was issued an M16A2 burst rifle complete with a silencer on the end of the barrel, body armor, and helmet-mounted scotopic vision goggles.
The helicopter blades tore through the thick Afghan air. There were two choppers one below and one above. Danny was on the one above. He stared at the endless desert plains, a wasteland composed of a desolate mixture of rock and sand. He heard the robotic voice of Colonel Johnson over the coms.
¨Targets within five-hundred yards, get ready men! Air support we´ll be leaving us once we touch down-¨ Danny closed his eyes. gunshots, stab wounds, forest, betrayal. Danny was shaken back into reality.
¨Wake up soldier, wake up!¨ Johnson screamed. Danny opened his eyes and saw the station looming in the distance. The helicopter began to lower, before it came to a complete stop. A man opened the side door of the chopper and threw out a rope.
”Remember, semper fidelis,¨ he said before repelling down. A couple more men followed before Danny stood up and slid down the rope. He took his M16A2 out of its chest holster and brought the ironsight to his eye.
¨Scoptic vision down.¨ Chris whispered aggressively. Danny pulled the goggles over his eyes, and was overwhelmed with the bright shades of green that he now saw the world through. The group silently moved up a flight of exterior stairs before Chris (who was in the lead) held up his hand. The group halted. Danny crumpled to the ground, thoughts overwhelming his head. He saw the jungle, the peace-sign helmet, and that boy being litten up with Vietcong gunfire.
¨You alright.¨ Danny snapped back into reality and rose once again.
¨What was that.¨
¨nothing,¨ Danny replied. The group waited in silence, about seven men in total on the stairs. Chris inched forward slowly, waited then peeked the door slightly open, and pressed the barrel of his gun through the crack. The silent air was penetrated by rapid metallic clicks, before they stopped. Chris peeked the door some more examining the damage he did. He then stood aside towards the handrail of the stairs reloading. Danny stepped forward to the door, and stared through the crack. He saw what appeared to be a storage room. A variety of crates littered the floor. There was a corpse sprawled out in the middle of the room; he had four entry wounds scattered across his chest, and lay in a pool of blood.
Danny whispered to Chris,
¨Permission to breach, admiral?¨ Chris nodded in approval. Danny opened the door to its full extent and led the line of soldiers into the complex. All of the sudden a man stood up from behind the crates. Danny instinctively pulled the trigger. The three-round burst hit him square in the chest right below the heart. He stumbled over the crates knocking a few of them over. His weapon slid out from his hands. Danny made nothing of it, but Chris grabbed his shoulder.
¨Look at this.¨ He said in an aggressive whisper.
¨What?¨
¨It's a KS-23.¨
¨Yeah, so.¨
¨It's a Soviet-made shotgun, how'd they get their hands on that?¨ Danny Shrugged it off and signaled for another marine to take the lead. Danny followed. The marine started walking up a flight of concrete stairs.
¨Backroom clear,¨ Chris whispered into his com channel. There was a turn right in the staircase, so the marine halted. He took a concussion grenade from his belt and threw it up the stairwell. Once he heard the bang, he turned the corner weapon raised. Multiple deafening bangs rang out and echoed through the stairwell. Danny turned his head to find the marine in a bloody heap on the landing in front of him.
¨Man down.¨ Chris said into the com. Danny stood there, his back pressed up against the wall. Five men were behind him, all relying on his judgment of the situation. Danny held his breath, and clenched his rifle tightly. He mounted the stock on the wall and began blindfiring up the stairs. The clicks, followed by shells hitting the ground, but Danny couldn't hear the thud of a body hitting the floor. He stopped firing, and began reloading his weapon when he heard multiple thuds right next to him, metal hitting cement. He looked to see a grenade right there on the landing. Time seemed to slow down, a few seconds took eternity to unfold.
¨Grenade get down!¨ a marine shouted. Danny lunged on top of the grenade only to be staring down the barrel of a gun. The soldier was up the second flight of stairs around ten feet up. Danny clutched the grenade in his hands and as rounds were being fired at him, he threw it up the staircase. It exploded around 75% of the way up. Danny shielded his eyes from the blast. He then opened his eyes and picked up his rifle from the filthy floor. Danny fixed it and then scanned the threshold for any sign of movement. He waited, and waited, until a green silhouette rushed to the opening almost immediately. The silhouette sprayed rounds blindly through the stairwell before Danny let out two bursts into the man's chest. He signaled that the coast was clear to the soldiers at the bottom of the stairway. The line proceeded up past the landing and over the threshold.
¨Backroom clear.¨ Chris whispered into his microphone. Danny observed the room in a quick gaze. It was some kind of kitchen, aside from the bodies sprawled out on the floor the aesthetic was acceptably normal. The group proceeded to another door, which led to more stairs which led to another closed door.
¨Careful here,¨ Chris said. Danny approached the handle and turned the piece of metal only to realize that the door was locked. Danny put his boot up right to the right of the doorknob. He then violently kicked the door. It didn't budge. This time he winded up and blew the entire door down in one swift movement. The room was some sort of filming space. Cameras and crates were littered throughout the concrete floor. There were five men in the room, only one was armed. Before Danny could react he heard the customary three metallic clicks before the man was on the ground.
¨Which one of you is the translator?¨ Chris said to the marines. One stepped forward obediently, he looked shorter than the rest, his uniform was loose fitting and his helmet sat awkwardly on his head.
¨You can take your goggles off,¨ Chris said. The marine did so almost robotically.
¨What's your name, son?¨
¨August, sir¨ He replied.
¨Good, I want you to repeat everything I say to them in Arabic,¨
¨Yes, sir.¨
¨Alright…Lay down your weapons and come with us and we will guarantee your safety,¨ What followed was August speaking in an incomprehensible slur to the four men, the men then talked back without moving out from their shelter behind the crates.
¨What are they saying?¨
¨Something about not trusting you.¨
¨That's it, detain them.¨ Chris said agitatedly.
¨No, wait I can do this.¨ August said in protest. He proceeded to talk in the slur again to the men. Something must have worked because the men rose from their cover. They were wearing civilian clothes.
¨Tell them to turn around.¨ Chris said carefully. August nodded and continued to speak to the men. The men then turned themselves around. A marine strutted up to them and tied each one's hand with some plastic wire.
¨Johnson, we've cleared the south wing of the complex, and we are ready to rendezvous at the extraction point. We have four POWs, I repeat we have four POWs, they are detained, dressed in civilian attire.¨ Chris said in his com. The group proceeded to exit the broadcast station and out onto the sands. The sun was rising on the horizon, illuminating the distant rock.
The two squads came together not a full minute later. Johnson and Chris shook hands and threw down the green flares.
¨This is Blue Reign to command we need an evacuation, extraction point has been marked be prepared for POWs.¨ Johnson said into his com. Next to them one of the POWs was clearly very concerned, he kept pacing the sand and screaming at Johnson in Arabic.
¨Auggie, come over here, and tell me what this man is saying¨ Chris said. August perked up and ran over to the man. At this point the helicopters had entered the airspace and anything anybody said was muffled through the deafening sound of the blades. The copters landed, and the squads hopped aboard. Dan was on the chopper with the man who was screaming, August was on the other one. The man began screaming hysterically at Danny and stared into his eyes. The man pointed at the other POW and then at his chest. Danny pulled the man's shirt up only to find a vest littered with plastic explosives, Danny gazed over at the other POW to find him reaching down his pants and grabbing a small metallic object. He could only infer that it was a detonator. Danny acted immediately with the only thing he could think to do. He grabbed the man and pushed him out of the open helicopter door. The man was free falling through the air with an expression of pure terror. Danny turned to pounce on the other POW only to be startled by a distant boom. The helicopter shook madly through the air. Danny was flung upwards. He lunged at the POW as he heard the hurried radio chatter regarding the explosion. Danny punched the man two times across the face before the turbulence flung him to the back of the chopper. He saw the man attempt to leap out of the open door before Danny threw himself forward catching the man's thigh. Danny was then thrown to the left side as the chopper veered to its side. Danny clutched the top bar as firmly as he could while peering out of the open side door, he saw that the two Helicopters were gonna collide! He did the only thing he could think to do, jump. Danny flailed through the air as he fell attempting to stabilize himself.
He hit the ground and blacked out. Danny was shaken awake by a very nervous August.
¨Wake up, wake up!” he was screaming. Danny arose to see a smoking rubble on the horizon.
¨Oh thank God…come with me, the survivors are gathered at the crash.¨ Danny followed August around fifty yards to the crash site. He found that among the survivors were, Chris, August, and a mortally wounded Colonel Johnson. Danny stared at Johnson and found there was a piece of shrapnel stuck deep in his arm, there was a crude attempt of patching it up, but the wound didn't look too good.
¨He's been fading in and out of consciousness,¨ August said.
¨We´ve got to get this man to a hospital,¨ Danny responded. He glanced over to see Chris fiddling with a compass and map.
¨What are you looking at?¨ Danny said accusatively. Chris folded the map up and stuffed the compass into a pocket in his vest.
¨I know a place, and old friend lives there, it's around fourteen miles east of where we are now.¨
¨Fourteen miles, with a wounded man?¨ Danny said.
¨You got any better ideas.¨
¨No, sir.¨ Danny said. The four set off east. For Danny the rest of the trip was a blur of walking. The three of them all took turns carrying Johnson on their shoulders, until they finally arrived at dusk.
Danny saw an archway looming in the distance. He couldn't say for sure whether it was real or just a product of the heat until he was right in front of it. The town was small, only around twenty buildings total. Chris led them to the far side of the town. There was no sight of a formal hospital, considering there was no building over two stories tall, Danny was worried yet intrigued. Chris knocked on the door, Danny and August set Johnson down on the side of the house as they didnt want to alarm this old contact of Chris´ s. A man answered, wielding a shotgun. The man kept the weapon raised before he could comprehend who he was looking at.
¨It can't be…¨ he said, lowering the weapon. All of the sudden his face was overwhelmed by joy.
¨Christopher Jefferson,¨ he said. The two shook hands before entering the house. August and Danny hoisted up Johnson and entered through the threshold. The man was alarmed at first, but immediately gathered his bearings.
¨There is a table in the basement,¨ he said without asking any questions. He led them down the stairs, into a dingy room with a concrete floor. There was a single wooden table that they placed Johnson on.
¨Here, this should be everything you need,¨ The man threw a sack of tools across the table. August got to work cleaning and dressing the wound before carefully removing the metal. It wasn't a pretty sight, there was so much blood scattered everywhere across the floor, though August declared that he would be fine, but would need a few days to heal. August stayed downstairs as Chris, Danny, and the man sat down in what was presumably the family room.
¨I am so sorry barging in here with no warning,¨ Chris said
¨It is alright, this man needs shelter so I must offer him some.¨ The man said in careful English. It is then where Danny had his first opportunity to look at the man's face. He wore a medium-length beard and mustache, with a bald head, and wrinkles forming around his eyes.
¨I don't think we have all formally introduced ourselves, Danny this is Muhammad. Muhammad, this is Danny, downstares we have Johnson, and operating on him is Auggie.¨ Chris said.
¨If you don't mind me asking, how did you two meet.¨ Danny said. Muhammads face lost all expression.
¨Seven years ago, I and a group of my peers traveled to England. Our objective was to raise awareness of the unstable political situation within Afghanistan, and extremists that had the possibility of rising to power. This is where I first met Christopher, he was fascinated in what we had to say, and he wanted us to speak in the United States. Unfortunately he could receive the grant we would have needed to cover travel expenses. When I returned back to Kabul, I didn't think much of what I said, until I received the news. Before I went away there were mere rumors of a murderer turned leader, but those were just rumors…or so I thought. I left Afghanistan, and I returned to chaos. Society was split into two sides. The man who orchestrated the split would become known as Khan-Juma. He channeled the hate of western culture into a single movement, this is what we now know as the Ultra-Nationalists. Khan-Juma believes that he is a Prophet, destined to unite all of Afghanistan under the servitude of Allah. Before I knew it all of my friends that have spoken against him were slain. I knew that I would be next, so I gathered my family, and fled Kabul for I knew it was no longer safe. I paid a trucker to deliver us somewhere where we couldnt be found…instead of ensuring my safety, he delivered me directly to Khan-Juma. I accepted my death in front of him, but instead of simply killing me he said that I didn't deserve to die, but rather I deserved to suffer. He killed my wife and son right in front of my eyes, and left me for dead in the desert. He kept speaking like a madman, going on and on about destiny, legacy and the Prizraki. Luckily I survived and took refuge here.¨ Muhammad said. Danny's jaw dropped in awe, and Chris just stared at the wall emotionless.
The trio returned downstairs to find a slightly better scene than they did before. At Least Johnson was conscious, barely conscious. Everyone gathered around the table for a while, before migrating back upstairs. Danny stayed by Johnson's side.
¨Dan, I don't have much time left.¨ Johnson said in a wheezy voice.
¨Don't talk like that.¨ Danny said.
¨You can keep pretending that I'm doing perfectly fine, though deep down you know the truth…there's something I have to give you, (he began reaching in his jacket pocket) according to the U.S. government's regulations in receiving this slip of paper you are now a traitor in their eyes, open it in private somewhere.¨ Danny took the folded up piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket. Johnson closed his eyes once again….Danny's surface level thoughts told him that he was just fading out of consciousness, but deep down Danny knew that this was the end. He stood straight up and gave the corpse a salute. Danny held the posture for longer than he needed to. Despite Johnson being a stern, forbidding man he was a leader and that was something Danny could respect to the highest degree. Slowly a single tear swept down his face as he contorted his features into a scowl to prevent any more from following.
Danny sluggishly walked up the stairs until he reached the main room. The night was dark, and the only illumination was a number of candles spread across the table. The faces of Danny's colleagues were engulfed in melancholy. Danny stood up straight and coughed to get everyone's attention.
¨Johnson's dead,¨ Danny said straightly. He expected there to be howls of disbelief from Chris, but instead he just nodded gravely without a sound. Danny looked down at August; his hands were smothered with blood, Johnson's blood.
¨Why don't you go get yourself cleaned off, August,¨ Danny said softly. August stood up and without a sound strutted towards the kitchen.
¨Chris, he gave me this before he passed,¨ Danny threw the paper onto the table, and unfolded it. The paper was a messily drawn map complete with lines and battle plans.
¨He recovered it from the broadcast station.¨
¨What is this,¨ Chris said coldly, a far cry from his usual cheerfulness.
¨Its Panjshir Valley, a soviet occupied territory. In five days Afghan fighters will close in on the valley and attempt to take it back.¨ Danny said
¨I don't know if you've forgotten Danny, our objective remains the same. Find Khan-Juma and figure out what the Prizraki is.¨
¨ That's where you're wrong, according to these notes, Khan-Juma and his forces are positioned right here in three days.¨ Danny pointed to the map.
¨That's on top of one of the mountains.¨
¨Yes, this is our one-way ticket to kill this degenerate once and for all.¨
¨I don't know if you noticed, but we don't exactly have a means of transportation.¨ Chris concluded.
¨ That's where you're wrong, Christopher. I have a contact.¨ Muhammad butted in.
When the sun rose the next morning, the four men buried Johnson, and set off to the east on foot until they reached an old farmhouse. The man there was understanding and provided them with two sniper rifles and four horses. They rode off to the south for two days until they reached the valley. The group settled by a campfire.
¨Let me go over the plan once again, me and Muhammad will hike up the other mountain until we have a clear view of Khan-Juma on the other mountain. Chris and August will ride up the mountain once the job is done and confirm the kill, while taking out any remaining forces on the site.¨ Danny said, the group nodded in unison.
¨I have been waiting for this moment for seven years, now I can finally avenge my family,¨ Muhammad said. The sun rose over the embers of the past, and illuminated the glistening sands of opportunity. Muhammad and Danny climbed the scorched rock upwards. They lay prone on sand, but were ambushed by jagged rock protruding from the ground. It was an exhausting journey even to get up a couple feet. Every inch crawled Danny took with caution, as even a single misstep could result in the alertion of the enemy. It took an hour for the two to reach their perch. The duo lay motionless, silent observing the other mountain waiting patiently for even the slightest evidence of life. They were there for over two hours, staring through the scope of a wooden gun, until Muhammad broke the silence.
¨My son's name was Abdul¨ He said in a mere whisper.
¨Khan-Juma took his life, now I am ready to take his.¨ Muhammad said.
At that very moment a convoy of jeeps rolled up the other hill kicking up a plethora of dust. A couple men stepped out of the trucks first, before another followed, this was the first time Danny had seen the infamous leader in person. Khan-Juma wore a short cut beard and hair, with sunglasses. The vest on his stomach was decorated with an assortment of medals, and badges. Danny could tell Muhammad was about to shoot, so he nudged his arm.
¨Not yet,¨ Danny said in an aggressive whisper. Danny waited, before leaning farther into the scope, He tensed up, his arms jolted in stimulus, the wind was howling in his ears, then it all went quiet. Something was terribly wrong, Danny concentrated in his scope to see a soldier pointing in his direction.
¨Muhammad, run!¨ Danny screamed, for he knew what would happen next. He picked up Muhammad and led him running down the hill.
¨We have to jump!¨ Danny screamed. The two were about twenty feet up, but they jumped. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he fell. Danny turned around mid air to find the sniper perch exploding with flames.
Danny landed on the rock with a deafening crack. His vision was distorted, everything was blurry and overwhelming. He saw Muhammad lying in front of him. Two men were looming in the distance, slowly inching forward towards Danny's limp body. It was Khan-Juma and another man he didn't recognize hovering over him. His ears ringed at first when he heard that voice, before they thawed out again.
¨Hello, American, your devious scheme was fatally flawed, we saw the reflection of your scope in the sunlight.¨ Khan-Juma said.
¨Who…who are you,¨ Danny pointed to the man at Khan-Jumas side. He was wearing a black trench coat, his hair sleek, combed back looked about as old as Danny. Khan-Juma let out a cackle of laughter before answering.
¨This, my friend is Dmitry Mikhail, or you may know him by the company he keeps, they are known as The Prizraki.¨ Danny's mind raced with recollections and thoughts of his past; he vaguely remembered the term ¨Prizraki¨ being associated with mystery among his superiors.
¨So you see, American. This is the only Russian I entrust, I provide him with American secrets, and he provides me with the finance I need t-¨ Khan-Jumas speech was interrupted by rapid gunfire to Danny's left. Dmitry was hit in the leg. Chris emerged from the distance and lunged at Dmitry. Time seemed to slow down, Danny saw Chris running blindly, then his eyes focused on the gun Dmitry was withdrawing from his coat, a Makarov PM. The scene froze before Danny's eyes, before a deafening crack rang through the thick Afghan air. Chris was falling to the ground, a bullet wound right in the middle of his rib cage. Danny´s friend since childhood was slain right in front of him. He let out an incomprehensible scream, some kind of mix between ¨No¨ and ¨Why¨. Dimitry raised his gun at Muhammad, before Khan-Juma grabed his arm.
¨You go along, Dimitry this one's mine.¨ He said. Dimitry began limping up the mountain and out of view. Khan-Juma pounced on top of Muhammad.
¨You are a disgrace to the Afghan pride, you will reside in Jahannam for eternity!¨ Khan-Juma shouted. Danny shakily withdrew a knife from his vest and clutched it with trembling hands.
¨I was blessed by Allah to deliver his supremacy to the world. I am a Prophet, you are a rat!¨ Danny could not stand, he crawled on all-fours. Khan-Juma stood up, and withdrew a shotgun from a holster on his back. Danny was so close.
¨You will die like your family did,¨ Khan-Juma cocked the shotgun.
Cowering in fe-¨ Danny jabbed the knife in his foot in one devine motion. Khan-Juma let out a piercing scream,and crumpled to the ground. Muhammad stood up. Danny jumped on top of Khan-Juma. He punched him across the face two times before stepping away to let Muhammad get on him. Muhammad withdrew the knife from his foot and struck it into his chest.
¨This is for Abdul!¨ he shouted and withdrew the knife from Khan-Jumas chest.
¨This is for Malalia!¨ he jabbed the knife into his chest again, before withdrawing it once more.
¨And this is for me…¨ he said much quieter before sticking the knife straight in the middle of Khan-Jumas forehead. Muhammad stood back and took a deap breath. Danny stumbled over to him. Sand was forming in the distance, clouding their vision.
¨We have to get out of here,there's a storm coming¨ Danny said. The two could barely walk, but they persisted and continued.
¨August! August!¨ Danny yelled into the distance. Before he knew it a very exhausted August emerged from the flying sand.
Without saying a word the trio mounted their stallions and rode into the looming horizon.
Dimitry Mikhail would return to his homeland in Soviet-Russia among his elite task force
¨The Prizraki¨ to execute a devious plot. Oblivious to him, Daniel Franklin had not only survived the events at Panjshir Valley, but had planned his vengeful reappearance…
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