Romeo...It's an order Part 3 // captioned// The distinctive smell of Iron infiltrated the scene as the bodies lay on the ground. The anisotropic report of the firearms, accompanied by grenade explosions. The smoke screening was put to play. Fifteen minutes after the troops shot down the informed number of terrorists, there was complete silence. The silence was more dangerous than thousands of fires. There were hasty silent breaths and feathering of the leather gloves against the firearms. The cold cell was heated up but felt colder. The first screech of the combat boots made its way out of the shield. With the defensive position as silent as that of a tiger, the officer made his way to the opposite side making sure that none is left. Prudently moving the tin leaf, he moved further clearing the way for his team. The only thing that mattered now was the security of his team and the neutralisation. " Boys! ", he shouted out of blues making his team alert that their officer's input has caught something undesirable. Expecting another move and a hand grenade rolled over towards them. Cold sweat rolled down the officer's forehead.
