It felt necessary for everyone to drop across the floor. The glass from the window smashed and the little bunkhouse was beginning to fall apart with wood flying ubiquitously in pieces. Along with both Mr. Leone and his bodyguard in the from seats of the limousine the bunkhouse blew up with enormous pressure. The nightmare was finally over, from the bunkhouse, a glow of sparks and a breath of smoke were arising from within the destruction.
2 hours before.
It was a cold winter's morning. The ground covered with a sheet of White ice from the snow, heaven felt closer. The woodpecker pecking away harshly through the tree trunks and the soft sound of birds singing arose from the tree branches.
It was now at three in the afternoon, the flowers were frozen and the air still blowing a thick puff of wind. It was getting colder than a heatless soul and the birds cry was now fading. The Swat team had arrived to their destination; they stood all four of them by the large gates leading in to the quarry. The helicopter and its pilot had dropped them off a few minutes ago after hovering past the Atlantic Ocean and through the mountains of Scotland and into the snowing Quarry in Stockholm Sweden. The team had been sent by the commander from their headquarters in Washington D.C. The team consisted of: Sergeant Moses Long, a retired naval general who had been working for the us army for three years, Theodore Stevens a weapons specialist in the U.S. air force, Lieutenant André Rodriguez a Directive soldier and Private Matthew Carina a navy soldier and a right hand officer.
2 hours before.
It was a cold winter's morning. The ground covered with a sheet of White ice from the snow, heaven felt closer. The woodpecker pecking away harshly through the tree trunks and the soft sound of birds singing arose from the tree branches.
It was now at three in the afternoon, the flowers were frozen and the air still blowing a thick puff of wind. It was getting colder than a heatless soul and the birds cry was now fading. The Swat team had arrived to their destination; they stood all four of them by the large gates leading in to the quarry. The helicopter and its pilot had dropped them off a few minutes ago after hovering past the Atlantic Ocean and through the mountains of Scotland and into the snowing Quarry in Stockholm Sweden. The team had been sent by the commander from their headquarters in Washington D.C. The team consisted of: Sergeant Moses Long, a retired naval general who had been working for the us army for three years, Theodore Stevens a weapons specialist in the U.S. air force, Lieutenant André Rodriguez a Directive soldier and Private Matthew Carina a navy soldier and a right hand officer.
