Criminals
You arm yourself.
"Stay back, Taliban!" you yell, pointing your dagger at him.
He steadies his AK-47 on you.
You gulp and then make a little chuckle. "Want to be my accomplice," you ask.
"Sure," the terrorist said who called himself, Iza Benlain. He scratches his rear and tears a hole in his dung-covered robe.
"Right," you say. "Was it you that destroyed this bus?"
"Happy?" he asks you, grinning, showing his rotting teeth.
"Sure." You hear the sirens get closer. They're a block away.
"Stay back, Taliban!" you yell, pointing your dagger at him.
He steadies his AK-47 on you.
You gulp and then make a little chuckle. "Want to be my accomplice," you ask.
"Sure," the terrorist said who called himself, Iza Benlain. He scratches his rear and tears a hole in his dung-covered robe.
"Right," you say. "Was it you that destroyed this bus?"
"Happy?" he asks you, grinning, showing his rotting teeth.
"Sure." You hear the sirens get closer. They're a block away.