DAR, 1982
“Press hard.” Rayhan brought together Patricia’s palms to her stomach, the wounded area. Saleem was shooting the attackers, outside the gate.
Latricia moaned, clenching her teeth firmly.
“Hang on a little longer.” Rayhan said as he picked his gun.
He walked closer to the gate. The doors of the white SUV Range rover were opened. About five men wearing black masks were behind the doors. Rayhan cocked his gun well, ready to react to their attacks.
Saleem and Rayhan lucratively shot three men. The other two men rushed back into the Rover and drove away.
“Go check Lat…” Rayhan shouted as he wasted his bullets shooting the car which in next to no time, vanished out of his sight.
He ran to the three men lying on the ground. Two were dead and one was breathing difficulty.
“Who are you?” Rayhan said as he removed the man’s mask.
The man spitted blood as he coughed.
Rayhan grabbed the man, pulling him up. “Who sent you?”
“Kl… K…—” the man closed his eyes, permanently.
“Fuck it!” Rayhan snapped as he let loose the man’s body, letting it fall like a sack.
“Rayhan, let’s go.” Saleem shouted, Latricia on his back.
Rayhan followed Saleem to where they parked their Rover. Saleem opened the back door and laid Latricia. He ran to the driver’s seat.
“Wait…” Rayhan said.
“We need to rush Latricia to the hospital.” Saleem said.
Rayhan squatted, inspecting the undercarriage. He raised his hand, beckoning Saleem.
Saleem fell to his knees. His mouth dropped open. “A bomb?”
Rayhan sighed. “Christos that son of a bitch.”
“We need to run.” Saleem said.
Saleem carried Latricia on his back. Rayhan took the first aid kit from the Rover and they ran away.
After running the whole night, they stopped in a small jungle. The sun was slowly showing up from the east. Saleem leaned Latricia on a tree. He removed the bandage which was now red. He replaced it with a new bandage.
“You’ll be okay.” Saleem said.
Latricia tried a smile. “No, I’m losing a lot of blood.”
Saleem sighed. “You will make it.”
Rayhan was setting a radio he took from the Rover. He pulled the antenna and moved here and there.
“Tcha…Tcha …Tcha…” The radio sounded.
“What do we do now?” Saleem said.
“I’m trying t—”
The radio shouted. “President Fabian has been assassinated last night. The police force has confirmed the assassins to be three special agents named Latricia Kimala, Saleem Abeid, and Rayhan Mkama. The criminals have been declared as the enemies of the state and they are currently on run. The government of the united republic of Tanzania is requesting all Tanzanians to show their full cooperation in helping the police force catch these criminals. They are wanted either dead or alive.”