They moved through the desolate structure, occasional muffled gunshots and other sounds of battle penetrating his consciousness. Even the air seemed hostile, as if trying to suffocate them. Certainly not a nice place to live. In a way, he felt sorry for the Somalis. He pitied them for the malnourished, aggressive caricatures of men they were, with every little spark of hope for progress immediately doused by their religion, even dumber than the other ones. It was a tool for controlling masses that had no place in modern society. That was religion in his eyes.  A cancerous tumor that was supposed to be cut out a long ago. Oakley moved to clear one of the rooms and he slowly continued down the hallway, his eyes scanning every inch and every door.

[b]"Oakley, Svoboda, continue sweeping the ground floor, don't expose yourself to the eastern flank or you'll get cut apart. There's at least two dozen hostiles on that road at varying lengths, it doesn't look fun!"[/b], the Dane’s voice crackled through the radio, combined with multiple shots behind him, startling him and Jarek automatically checked the compass on his watch. Then, his curiosity overpowered his self-preservation instinct and he poke out a window facing east. What he saw made him jump away from the window as he uttered several curses of various origin and caliber. Pity aside, that couldn’t be tolerated.

Oakley got out of the room and he fell behind her, looking over his shoulder every now and then. Rear guard was far away from his favorite role. They moved up to the first floor and were greeted by a pile of explosives. Destroying that should present the Somalis with some problems for a month or two, before they get their filthy hands on more. He couldn’t help but wonder where did they get so much and what kind of mess would it create if things went wrong in the worst way imaginable? Would it erase a block, two, or four? Explosives weren’t anywhere close to his field. Than he realized the team’s two EODs were Russian, thought about the Aral Sea, K-141 and the CNPP and hoped these two were not that kind of Russians.