Men, women, children, it didn't matter, every bullet and drop of blood served to send another message. Riad directed half of the group to take the escalators to the second floor, while he and the others continued to carve a bloody path below. The apparent strike team moved slowly, shoulder to shoulder, firing into the crowd, and finishing off those who fell before them. They were locked in with nothing but targets. The security shutters were already coming down from the impact of the van. The group opened fire on the shoppers that looked on, mowing down everyone they could. The now gathered crowd both confused and terrified as the heavily armed men and women swarmed to either side of the van.
Tatiana looked to Riad, a burly man that sat across from her as he silently counted down on his fingers before throwing open the rear doors, and the group came pouring out. The group waited patiently as the commotion dwindled. The van accelerated, before trembling as it demolished the glass doors of the shopping center, the sound of shattering glass and muffled screams everywhere outside the van. The group gripped onto the benches that were bolted into the floor of the old delivery van and braced themselves. She had waited for this day for months now. Tatiana pushed as many magazines as she could into the pouches on her vest before double checking the pistols that hung at her hips. It wouldn't be long until their message was delivered to the government of Yamantau, and the usurper, Szubrov. The others nodded as they loaded their weapons, huddled together in the back of the van. If you feel you may be offended by this, do not read any further.
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