Chapter 3

I peeked out of the door; Guns was in the opposite doorway. He pointed left and I pointed right. Then with a nod, we both moved. I headed toward the front door of the house. There was a toilet to my left and it was my job to check it. I stood outside of the door and put my ear to it. There was no sound, I held the door handle and with my gun at the ready, I opened the door. A quick look around told me that the room was empty.

“Toilet one clear” I whispered into my throat mic.

“Copy,” said the voice in the control room.

I had a look up and down the hallway before coming out of the toilet and making my way to the foot of the stairs. A glance up told me there was no one on the stairs or in the hallway it led to.

I made my way up the stairs, one by one. All the time I was scanning the hallway. I was listening...

I could hear the squeaking of a bed; it was obvious that in at least one of the rooms the party as they called it had started. I got to the hallway. At the right end of the upper hallway was a bathroom and the plan was to search from left to right.

As I tip-toed over the carpet, I heard a crackle in my earpiece.

“Two tangoes down in the snooker room” I head Guns say.

“Copy that, five down, “replied, the control room. It was good that she was keeping score but as we were not one hundred per cent sure how many bad guys were in the house it was of little use

That meant they were dead; Guns would only have radioed in if they were dead. So, five down but how many more to go. The bathroom door was open, so I stepped inside. It was a huge bathroom, there was a toilet pan, a bidet, and a double sink. Opposite them was a huge bath as well as a shower cubicle. It was all very posh very plush.

My timing was perfect as I heard a door open further down the hallway. I stepped behind the door. I put my gun on the floor and unsheathed my knife.

The man entered the bathroom and stood before the toilet pan, I heard his zip being lowered and the sound of urine splashing into the pan. Then as he shook the last of his piss out, I stepped across the floor and yanked his neck back and slashed left and right. He was an older man and smaller than me, he did not put up much of a struggle. I held him until I knew that his life was over. Then I dragged him over to the bathtub and dumped him into it. I sheathed my knife and picked up my gun.

“One tango down in bathroom One.”

“Copy that, six down” I heard the voice crackle in my headset

We had numbered all the rooms to make the clean-out and clear-up easier. I glanced back into the hallway, there was no one moving. I put my head to the door of the first bedroom. There was the noise of movement. I counted to five in my head and gently opened the door. There were three men in the room and one girl. The men were to my left and their eyes were glued to the girl who was on the bed. She was naked and on her back on the bed. Her hand was between her thighs, rhythmically feeding a toy into her sex.

The movement of the hands told me that the men were all wanking. I knelt and aimed at the man furthest from me.

Duff, duff, the suppressor doing the job they were meant to do.

The noise of the shots was like a whisper.

The man’s head exploded and the man next to him spun to look at his pal.

Duff ... two shots into the head

The third man turned to face me. He was so shocked he was still wanking as his mouth opened to scream at me, Duff Duff ... the first 9mm round went into his mouth and the second hit his forehead. He was dead with his hand still on his cock. I walked around the room and made sure it was empty and then checked the men were all dead. There was no need, each had received two headshots.

The girl was still on the bed, her hand was moving automatically. Her eyes were glazed over, she had no idea what she was doing or where she was. I hoped she would not remember the ordeal. It was the sort of thing that could haunt her for the rest of her life.

I took the toy from her hand and rolled her onto her side. she purred, saying words that made no sense. There was a duvet on the floor, so I laid it over her. Then I moved to the door and looked through the gap.

“Three tangoes down in bedroom one plus one live girl,” I said into the throat mic.

“Copy that, nine Tangoes down” the control room replied.

Six rounds down, nine rounds left I said to myself.

I stepped into the hallway and moved to the next bedroom. Again, I held my ear to the door. There was a sound, but I could not decipher it. I opened the door, swung it open and scanned the room. There was one man, who was undressing a girl that was no more than eleven or twelve years old. She had the same glazed look at her mate in the last room.

The man was Muhammad Abdullah Khalil, I knew him from the wall of photos back at the farmhouse, his scar was white against his mahogany brown skin. His eyes were wide and there was a cruel smile on his face. I had stored that face in my memory banks.

I knelt, aimed, and fired in one movement. The top of his head exploded as the rounds hit him and he dropped to his knees and then fell backwards. The girl just stood and looked. There was nothing behind the eyes. As I walked around the room, I wondered what drugs they had given them. Seven down

I had read that Gamma-hydroxybutyrate, with the street name of GHB, is a central nervous system depressant that might leave the girls clueless. GHB is a clear, odourless liquid that looks like water and so can be added to a beverage without the person knowing it. So that might have been easy to use to drug them.

It would probably be that or Rohypnol with its street name of roofies, it is also a tasteless, odourless tablet that can be crushed and dissolved in liquid. It has been used in date rapes because it can be slipped into a person’s drink without it being detected. One small tablet can produce effects for 8 to 12 hours.

Whatever it was they were like zombies. They would have woken up, bloody, used and abused and without any memory of the event.

Once I knew that the room was clear I took the girl up into my arms and placed her on the bed. Covered her in a sheet, she was completely out of the game, but she was breathing clearly and that was the main thing. Plus, the dirty old bastard now would not have his way with her. She was safe...

There was a digital video camera on a tripod and its flashing light me it was recording, I took the camera from the tripod and after a couple of seconds I found the SD card, I slipped it into my pocket and put the camera on the bed. I would burn the SD card later; I did not want any fucker getting their hands on it.

I glance at him, his eyes were wide open, as blood and brain matter oozed out of what had been the back of his head and smiled. I thought about the soldiers who had died due to his cowardly use of IEDs and knew that I had done something to balance the scales.

“One tango down and one live girl in bedroom two”

“Copy that, ten tangoes down!”

I opened the door and looked to see if I had been noticed. I had not

I stepped into the hallway carpet. I was thinking about how many rounds I had left in my magazine. I had seven, I would change it after the next room. It was always wise to go into any contact situation with one two or three rounds in the mag.

“One tango in bathroom five “I heard my earpiece say.

Guns was going about his work methodically.

“Copy that, eleven tangoes down” control replied.

I tiptoed to the next door. I put my ear to it, there was no sound from inside. I knew it was a small bedroom, it might not be in use, but I still had to check it, to clear the room.

I held my breath, counted to five in my head and opened the door. I scanned the room. There was no to be seen. I checked under the bed and in the wardrobe. The room was empty.

I stood at the door and listened, if anyone was in the hallway I wanted to know. I did not want to open the door and step into the path of some evil pedo bastard.

“Bedroom three is empty” I whispered into my mic

“Copy that” the voice in the control room replied.

I stepped out onto the hallway and made my way to the next door. It was a bedroom. The door was closed. I did the usual and had a listen before I did anything. I could hear at least one voice; the voice had an accent that told me the owner was from the North of England. He was talking to someone so either there was another man in there or a girl or maybe both.

I gripped the door handle and swung the door open. The door hit something or someone. There was a girl on her knees and an Asian man was standing in front of her, his dick was in his hand as he turned to look at me.

I aimed and shot in one movement...

Duff Duff, two headshots ended his life.