Their movements were as swift as leopards, the gun barrels locking firmly on their targets, fingers clenching the triggers, an icy killing intent enveloping the area like a tangible force.
Samini's body stiffened by the door crack.
He was just half a step away from the Gate of Hell, yet the cold gun barrel pinned him to the spot.
He slowly, very slowly, turned around, leaning against the cold iron door of the cargo hold.
The blinding flashlight made him squint, but there was no fear on his face; instead, there was an eerie tranquility almost like relief, tinged with a hint of mockery.
In his right hand, he tightly clutched a small black plastic box—the electric detonator trigger! His thumb rested on the deadly red button!
"Put down the detonator! Last warning!"
The Marine Corps Sergeant Blake bellowed sternly, his voice trembling slightly from intense tension, yet his gun barrel was as steady as a rock.
