SITA
My aim was on the first guy if I could bring him down noiselessly, he wouldn't attract the other one, and also, I knew well enough that I should do my bidding in the most classified manner, no one in the vehicle should know that I was the one who did the wonders when I must have finished.
He seemed tense, his men were not responding anymore from the bush or firing at his assumed escapees who should be captured and taken.
He cocked his gun, but that was his worse mistake. I followed the sound as a proper distraction for the second guy and threw the knife at him with utter precision. It landed on his neck that very moment with its sharp tip and sank into his throat.
"Ugh." That was the only sound he could make, but that was the cry of death. He dropped to his knees with his hand on his neck and groaned painfully and slowly into the bosom of death.
As for the second one, I needed not to give him space. I came out of the bush and strutted towards him, alerting his sharp ears of danger.
He turned to me with his gun and held it up against me, then, he began to yell at me in the native language of the neighborhood which I didn't speak.
I raised my hands above my head, but that was because I could tell death had come so close to him than he knew. He charged towards me and I went on my knees to show him I had fully surrendered to his gun power, but while he thought he had gotten it all, his head was smashed from behind with a stone.
It was Alessandro. He looked miserable with blood stains on his shirt. He seemed to have fought with one or more of those bandits. I looked at the lifeless body of the bandit on the ground and shook my head.
"Are you okay?" he asked and offered me a hand to help me rise to my feet. I accepted the offer and landed on his chest. It was warm and sweaty, and from it emerged the scent of blood and stress; the blood of a bandit, and the stress of a fight.
"You saved my life," I said with affection.
I had sighted him earlier before he appeared from nowhere and smashed the bandit's head with a stone he seemed to have used on another bandit, so, I knew that I would be safe even if I put up a silly drama.
"There are people in the van, we need to save them." he pointed out.
"Okay."
***
The van was opened by him. He was the one who had blood on his shirt, so, the praise for the fight went to him, not just because of what they had seen, but because he was white and American, too.
At least, an average African beieved America was the strongest country in the world, and they could fight anyone anywhere if they wished, and that's because of what the mainstream media put out to them.
"There is no time for pleasantries, come on, let's get going." He became the hero and I clung to his side as his first disciple. With the help of some other persons who knew the way back, he led us towards the camp, but getting closer, we saw another band of terrorists waiting.
"You know what, I'll distract them," he came up with a silly idea, "Why don't you get to safety."
"Sir, we can get to safety together and wait till they are gone." One of the men amongst us said.
"No, they need to be distracted and led away and I'll do that." He insisted.
Having sensed what was about to happen, I sank into the bush. At least, with the cover of the bush, I'll bring down more bandits and follow him wherever he runs, to save his head from the bandits.
"Hey," he hollered foolishly after the people he saved were gone, "You want white man, come get me."
He waved at them, made faces for them, and ran into the bush. I watched him run fast to be well into the thickness of the bush before they joined him, but the bandits gave no thought that they were being lured into a tiger's territory.
They only saw who was running, they gave no thought to who was waiting in the cover of the long grasses whose paths led to the forest far off.
They joined me, the perfect kind of visitors in charge of the soft meat. The first one got a bad snap. I had taken a class on what happens in the human body when the neck gets snapped.
He perished gently and I snatched his knife and delved into clearance with it. the second man, a jab in the neck from behind and two other jabs in the back to ensure he was dead.
The third man, the butt of the second man's gun on the occiput ended his existence, and gently, the numbers grew till the last man dropped dead in the bush.
I found stagnant water and washed the blood off my hand. I had done a neat job earlier to ensure there would be no blood stains on my clothes so, I gave them a little attention, before I set out in search of Alessandro, the hero.
He must be hiding somewhere deep in the forest by now, but I was ready to track him further. I followed what seemed like his track, and yes, it was his because I perceived his scent before he showed up from his hideout behind a tree and snatched me.
"Come on, Sita, you shouldn't be here." He snapped breathlessly.
"Why shouldn't I be here?" I asked with my eyes staring in his face.
"Can't you see it's dangerous…"
I heard footsteps crushing dried grasses under their weight from a few meters away, and to keep him silent so I could give it proper attention, I held his head and kissed him well. He wanted to break the kiss, but I held on and he relaxed, but while I did what I had long wanted, my ears listened to the footsteps.
I broke the kiss. "They are coming."
"Who?" he asked, his eyes yearning for more kisses.
"Bandits."