The four-wheeled drive parked engine running
dark grey in colour.
Some dents used with search lights in a row
upon the vehicles roof.
Behind tinted windows watching eyes fixed
the sexes mixed!
The mercenaries nerves slowly began to fray
waiting to pounce.
Their target was due along the crowded road
a dangerous task.
Their position was unsafe trying to be careful
not feeling cool!
From behind a military truck slowly approached
as their target appeared!
Placed a car with explosives to block the path
and for a diversion!
As it went off they got out and into position
to complete the mission!
In the chaos they ran to the trapped limousine
automatic weapons in the hands!
Armour piercing bullets penetrated the interior
as body guards came to spar!
They only had a short window to make a retreat
before being beat!
Within minutes the V8 engine roared racing away
smashing anything in their path!
They were soon in the nearby hills being pursued
just reaching their chopper!
And out of the enemy country safe and well
all before darkness fell!
But they knew the cartel would not be fooled
having influence far and wide!
Being ex-military the unit had experience
every mission a challenge!
Knowing well it could be their very last one
enjoying each rising and setting sun!
They were now ready for their next well paid job!
The Foureyd Poet.
Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.