High-Profiles

Inside the dimly lit mosque, the serene ambience was disturbed by the sudden appearance of the young boy, Hffyl. As the members of Juliet Squad quietly eavesdropped on the meeting, Hffyl's voice was unexpected.

"What are you doing with your shoes on in the mosque?" he questioned sharply.

Startled, Mike, one of Juliet Squad's members, stepped back, nearly bumping into a pillar. Trying to play it cool, he retorted, "Easy, kid. We're just passing through."

But Hffyl was not easily deterred. Sensing the unease, Liv whispered to Mike, "Keep him quiet." 

Mike advanced on Hffyl, his hand reaching out to silence the boy, but Hffyl was quicker. With swift martial art movements, he deftly sidestepped and knocked Mike off balance.

In seconds, Hffyl's alert echoed through the mosque, "Intruder alert, Western spies in the mosque!"

The rest inside the mosque repeated his words, "Western spies in the mosque?"

Hearing the commotion, Emmy and Charlie, armed with their concealed weapons, sprinted towards the source of the noise, intending to incapacitate the threat and continue their pursuit of Mustafa and Jalaluddin.

"What the hell, Mike?!" Emmy exclaimed as she saw their teammate on the ground.

Mike, trying to push himself up, grunted, "That kid's fast."

"Stay with Mike," Liv ordered Charlie. "Emmy, Dan, with me. We need to get to those targets."

As Liv and her team split up, Hffyl stood in a defensive posture, ready to take on anyone who tried to approach him. Emmy, knife drawn, made the first move, but Hffyl was ready. Using his martial arts training, he expertly parried her attacks.

"Kid's got moves," she huffed, exchanging a look with Dan, who was cautiously circling Hffyl from the other side.

Meanwhile, outside, the call for backup was sounding. Alpha and Bravo Squads, patrolling the perimeter, heard the commotion. They started clashing with the bodyguards positioned outside the mosque, gunfire erupting in the quiet evening air.

Back inside, Hffyl continued to engage with Juliet Squad. Every time they advanced, he countered, incapacitating them without causing serious harm. 

Emmy, frustrated, panted, "We need to regroup!"

Dan nodded, catching his breath. "This isn't about him. We need those targets."

Hffyl, not missing a beat, called out, "Your fight isn't with me. But you disrespect this sacred place with violence and shoes."

Liv, having returned from her unsuccessful pursuit, aimed her small pistol at Hffyl, "Stand down, kid. We don't want to hurt you."

Hffyl wasted no time. As Juliet Squad struggled to recover from their encounter with the young martial artist, he made a swift exit, racing down the mosque's ornate corridors, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit space.

Emmy, nursing a bruise from her earlier skirmish, called out, "Liv, we can't let that kid get away!"

Liv, still cautious, replied, "Our priority is still those two. We need to stay on their trail."

Outside, the firefight between Alpha and Bravo Squads and the bodyguards raged on. Gunfire crackled, and the intense battle showed no signs of slowing down.

Amidst the chaos, Hffyl caught up with Mustafa and Jalaluddin, who were determined to stay and fight. They were deep in conversation, but Hffyl could sense their tension. Skidding to a stop, he called out, "We have to get out of here! Now!"

Jalaluddin, his voice resolute, said, "Brother Hffyl, we cannot retreat. It goes against our beliefs. We must stay and face our enemies."

Hffyl exhaled deeply, trying to find the right words. "Look, I respect your devotion, but there's a difference between facing an enemy in battle and getting caught in someone else's crossfire."

Mustafa, equally steadfast, added, "Running from a battle is a grave sin, and we cannot allow that. abandoning the mosque would be akin to turning our backs on Allah."

Jalaluddin added. "This is a sacred place, Hffyl. We can't just abandon it."

Hffyl, a hint of frustration in his voice, countered, "And what good is a mosque if there's no one left to pray in it? Your people need you, alive. This is not a conventional battle. We are outnumbered and outgunned. Retreating now doesn't mean running from the battle. It means regrouping, strategizing, and coming back stronger. Remember, suicide is also a grave sin in Islam."

Jalaluddin and Mustafa exchanged worried glances but were torn between their religious beliefs and the logic of Hffyl's words.

Hffyl continued, "We can't achieve our goals if we're captured or killed here. Let's retreat through the hidden tunnels to the PAF camp. We can come back with a better plan and more support. It's not running away; it's fighting another day."

The distant hum of the gunship, possibly an AC-130, grew louder as it approached the city, drowning out the sounds of gunfire and chaos on the ground. The silhouette of the aircraft darkened the overcast sky, casting a foreboding shadow over the battlefield.

Near the tunnel, Hffyl gazed up at the approaching gunship, his expression filled with a mixture of dread and curiosity. "What in the world is that?" he whispered to himself, the realization sinking in that the situation was about to escalate dramatically.

A few blocks away, Juliet Squad huddled behind a pile of debris, taking a moment to catch their breath and reload their weapons. Liv noticed the approaching gunship, her face reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Looks like Foxtrot's brought out the heavy artillery," she remarked, trying to maintain a sense of composure.

Dan shook his head, his voice tense. "This isn't just heavy artillery, Liv. It's an all-out assault. That gunship could level half the city."

Emmy, her eyes wide with alarm, added, "We need to find cover, fast! That thing's going to rain hellfire down on us."

Meanwhile, Hffyl, not accustomed to such firepower, struggled to comprehend the danger. "Why would they send something like that? The people in this city... they'll suffer."

Azura, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. "We need to alert everyone to take cover. That gunship will tear through buildings."

As Juliet Squad scrambled to figure out their next move, Lee, their medic, spoke urgently, "We have to find shelter and regroup with Foxtrot. Something's not right here."

Charlie, their close-quarters combat expert, concurred, "And if that gunship has the city in its sights, there won't be much left for us to secure. We need to act quickly."

Liv, her leadership instincts kicking in, made a quick decision. "Alright, team, split up! Half of us will head for the denser parts of the city and try to warn the civilians. The rest of us will pursue our original mission and go after the leaders."

Juliet Squad divided into two groups, each with a distinct objective. Liv led her team through the labyrinthine tunnels beneath the city, her flashlight cutting through the oppressive darkness. The air was damp and filled with the earthy scent of ancient stone. Juliet Squad moved silently, their weapons at the ready, knowing that their mission to capture the leaders was more critical than ever.

As they ventured deeper into the underground passages, the tension among the squad members was palpable. The knowledge that they were walking into the unknown, chasing elusive targets in the heart of the enemy's territory, weighed heavily on their minds.

Dan, who was following closely behind Liv, whispered, "Any idea where these tunnels lead, Liv?"

Liv shook her head, her voice barely audible. "Not a clue. We're going in blind, Dan. Just keep your eyes peeled and stay alert."

Emily, the squad's communications specialist, chimed in softly, "Let's hope these tunnels don't collapse on us. This place gives me the creeps."

Further ahead, Charlie, their close-quarters combat expert, suddenly halted and gestured for the team to stop. "Hold up, I hear something," she whispered.

They all fell silent, listening intently. Faint echoes of voices reached their ears, echoing through the tunnels. Liv's eyes narrowed as she recognized the language being spoken.

"It sounds like Pashto," she said. "We might be getting close to Mustafa and Jalaluddin."

Hffyl felt a sense of unease wash over him. He had no knowledge of Juliet Squad's mission, but the presence of armed foreigners in the dark passages was disconcerting.

Kadir, a member of Hffyl's group who had been with him since Pakistan, leaned in and whispered, "These tunnels are becoming more crowded, Hffyl. We need to be cautious."

Hffyl nodded, his senses on high alert. "Agreed. Let's stay out of sight and see where they're heading."

As Juliet Squad and Hffyl's group continued to move through the interconnected tunnels, they remained unaware of each other's presence, both focused on their respective missions in the subterranean depths of Zarabad.