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[h2][color=00BFFF]32nd YPG Unit[/color][/h2]
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	[b][color=00aeef]"[/color]What?[color=00aeef]"[/color][/b] The woman asked. [b][color=00aeef]"[/color]Wait, no! Come back![color=00aeef]"[/color][/b] She called out after him, trying to cover his movement, shooting after the jihadis that posed a threat to him. She continued to fire, shooting down a few jihadis.

	Daran saw Marcus run out onto the crater. [b][color=00aeef]"No! Marcus! Come back!"[/color][/b] He called out after him, popping out and shooting his M16 at a few more jihadis, keeping them into cover.

	[i][color=39b54a]"Target confirmed! We are engaging in free fire now, get to cover!"[/color][/i] The UAV pilots said over the radio.

	Tara immediately stepped out of cover, walking slowly as she casually at the gate. [b][color=00aeef]"Onun kaçış kapsayan ediyorum!"[/color][/b] Tara shouted, letting loose a few rounds before looking to Marcus. [b][color=00aeef]"C'mon, Marcus! Over here!"[/color][/b] She shouted, gesturing to him. Once he ran up to them, Tara stood back behind the truck, and looked to him. Seeing that he got hit in the shoulder, she looked a little concerned before looking back to the gate. [b][color=00aeef]"You alright, Captain?"[/color][/b] She asked, reloading her assault rifle. [b][color=00aeef]"Too dangerous!" [/color][/b]

	[b][color=00aeef]"Yeah... that was too dangerous!"[/color][/b] Daran scolded Marcus, though Marcus would know it was more of the type of scolding that a worried parent would have rather than a pissed-off boss. [b][color=00aeef]"Over here, behind me. Safe here."[/color][/b] He said, pointing to the area behind him while Tara fired again.

	[i][color=39b54a]"Rifle, rifle... three, two, one..."[/color][/i] A missile flew overhead, and went straight down into the village, causing a massive explosion that threw up lots of dust.

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[h2][color=FF2121]Islamic State Detachment[/color][/h2]
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	[i][b]*BOOOOMMM!!!!*[/b][/i] Shakeel fell down towards the ground, a mighty gust of wind and pure force pushing him to the ground as shrapnel and dust flew all around him. He coughed, barely able to stand up, looking to his side. His aide was killed, and so were a few jihadis that were behind him. It took a while for the dust to settle, and in the meantime, the ringleader got up, and moved to the nearest building to take shelter in while the jihadis continued to attempt to hold off the YPG forces. He coughed again, resting up against the wall and sitting down.

	A few jihadis within the village were running outside, realizing that the village was no longer safe, before they were gunned down by the Kurds' bullets. A few of the others were trapped, and with another hellish missile from those damned American Drones, another cloud of dust flew up.

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	After the second strike, a few of the YPG members stood up. They saw that the jihadi activity has seriously died down... now was the time to move in for the attack. Daran immediately made a hand signal to move in, and at least eight of the fourteen soldiers moved out from cover, while the others remained behind to cover their flank and tend to the wounded. It was time to move in and take the village.