Thom sprayed fire back, as the truck veered off the road, one or two following behind. He slid a new magazine into the Swiss-built weapon, looking across to George, or Lancaster, as he peeked up.
"We'll have to go around them, away from main paths. They're going to know, but once we head off the trails, as per the plan, we'll be out of this place." He added, as he peeked up again, putting a burst of rounds into a driver's head of a tailing car, causing it to turn off the road and flip, as the driver was unable to keep control of the wheel on this loose surface, and by taking steel to his forehead, had decided to shift the position of his tightly gripped hands. Taking aim, he put another set of rounds down range, as they began to leave the city, escaping the urban sprawl and heading into the less developed countryside, towards the nearby mountains and hills that began to sprawl across the Hindu Kush. 
"Get to the exfil point, team. You know when the extract is coming to get you out of there. You hold the target there till it arrives." Martin added down the comms, hearing the gunfire on the other end of the comms, as Thom looked over, seeing the other truck come close. Spraying rounds, he hit the engine with the .357 SIG rounds, knocking it out of action, as he got back down, Hassam still totally out for the count.
"Shit, did you roofie him? He's totally fucking out of it!" Thom said, looking down at Hassam, as the last truck shuddered to a halt, giving them the chance to pull away on the dirt roads. It had been an adventure to say the least, but they needed to end this crazy chase at some point, and they had mowed down enough of these people to at least warrant them a way out of here. They would expect them to head down the roads, so a regular inteligence agency would. Or to a local headquarters. Nope, Sierra was bugging out to the middle of fucking nowhere, because that was the way the plan was written. And by the time that the local Taliban and AQ forces had realized that after a long and prolongued gunfight with Pakistani Security forces that this had happened, they would be out of time.

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A few hours passed, as the midday sun turned to evening in the mountains outside Peshwar, the small sandstone house having maybe two rooms, yet nothing inside. It was barren, an abandoned goathold perhaps, but now, was a hideaway for the team. They were waiting on further orders, and so far, had none. They had decided to string him up on one of the walls, tied up by a set of handcuffs that practically crucified the poor fucker. Still, this "fucker" was getting his just deserts, and after what he'd done, the team knew that he deserved it. The pickup parked a few kilometers away from here, it was just them and Hassam, tied up on a wall. Thom adjusted the position of the video camera, as he looked to the team, smirking. He hadn't turned it on, not yet at least.
"We got this bastard then." He said, looking across as Hassam spat, swearing.
Lancaster, or George as it was no longer neccecary to call each other by their alias, couldn't help but smile at the irony in the scene. He was no man of torture, but there was something called vengance, and this was best served cold. 
"Now that is not something a gentleman would do, spitting on people; it's disrespectful. Thom, he's dishonoured you. It's only fit that you...do something, in return. Something ironic, something fitting, no?" Thom looked to George, and smirked.
"Well, then. I have never done a terrorist video, talk me through this one, chaps." Thom said, looking to Cassie and George, as he took a balaclava that was put on the table behind them, putting it on as he walked forwards putting the balaclava on.
"I remember your face! I will hunt you down and kill you!" He said, as Thom walked up to him, putting his gag back on.
"That's enough of that." Thom replied, as the Arab moaned a little, like a pig would when it's tail was squeezed.

"Put the camera on...okay, I think the focus is good. Fuck it." Thom said, as he looked to Hassam, putting hte knife to his throat.
"Anyway, to the infidels of the East! This is the price you pay! You kill innocent people, hurt and destroy with no remorse, and this man has beheaded hundreds of men himself! And this is the price you pay!" Thom said to the camera, as he looked at Hassam, who moaned, as he put the Machete to his throat, seeing Hassam look a little unimpressed from his look, as he then swung it against Hassam's ear, cutting it off as Hassam yelled under the gag, something horrible going on as Thom stopped about halfway through, looking over at the rest.
"Am I doing something wrong? Fuck, that might not be the way to do it. These terrorist videos are actually quite hard, you fuckers make it look so simple. I don't even know how to offend, you have such a nice way of doing it." Thom said in his clear English, looking to the team who looked about ready to sigh.
"Lancaster, you want to do this?" Thom asked, as he let him come down, passing him the Machete and balaclava, as he got behind the camera, watching his colleague try a different approach.

"With pleasure" was all George said before he smirked and accepted the machete. It weighed heavy, but firm in his hand. He saw why it was favored by so many around the world. George let his gaze meet Hassam's, raising the machete high up into the air as if ready to strike him down. 
"As-salamu alaykum, you swine." 

The machete did not however enter his neck, nor his head. 
"Oh, I am terribly sorry, Sir. I'm not proficient with this weapon, I'm afraid, Let me try again." George said, halfway laughing, as the machete had entered Hassam's right shoulder instead. It was painful to watch, but Hassam deserved it, George thought. He raised the machete again, ready to strike Hassam down. 

A second later, Hassam screamed out, not in pain, but in fear. 
"Forgive me, Hassam, my bad, again." George had landed the machete right between his legs, missing his crotch by mere inches. 
"I'm done with this, turns out I am no terrorist-material after all. Oh well, Cavalier? Liberty?" George asked, holding up the machete for anyone to take.

After the camera was turned off, the sight of Hassam was an embarrassing, but comedic one.
"He actually shart himself." Thom said, as he looked to George, chuckling as the camera was turned off. The guy was terrified, and while he had good reason to be, it never felt better to give someone the experience of what he gave to people. The man had crapped his pants, and while the smell made this room pretty horrid, it was a good feeling to know that at least he vaguely knew what his victims felt.
"We've still got two hours till we get extracted...Cassie, you can have some fun with him. Don't kill him, or take his manhood. Seriously, work relations would be kinda awkward if you turned him into a eunuch, and it isn't as fun to watch on YouTube." Thom added, as he headed out of the room, going to go grab himself a packet of crisps. This had to be the funniest thing that Thom had done in a long while, and he knew that after perhaps another HVT taking a few months ago, that torturing Hassam mentally like this, it was awesome to say the least.
"Speaking of..." Thom added ,as he grabbed his headset, flicking it on.
"Bugcatcher, you still on this net?"
"If you are, we'll send you some footage. Edit it out to remove our names, or blurt anything that looks like it compromises security. Let's fight this war on terror in a different way." Thom added, as he walked back into the room, pinching the SD card from the camera, and lobbing it into his encrypted smartphone for upload to Bugcatcher's net.