Another search team consisting of more than ten armed men appeared on the now cleared street. Their fists were wrapped tight around their AK-47s and missile launchers, their firepower was intimidating. They travelled along the streets and peered into the shops that lined its sides. 

They were searching for their targets. 

The men brought out a bakery owner by force. Their team leader pointed his gun towards the terrified owner. “Tell me, have you seen anyone suspicious?” 

The bakery owner trembled, stuttering on his words. “A… A team just passed through this area minutes ago!” 

“What team?” 

“They looked about the same as you. Other than you, I really have not seen anyone suspicious.” The bakery owner swallowed his spit and proceeded to plead, “I swear to Allah, I’m not lying. They have gone into hiding and I know nothing else. Do you want some bread? Take all you want, it’s on the house.” 

The bakery owner was scared shitless. 

“If you find anyone suspicious, especially a Native American, contact us immediately!” 

“Yes, yes, yes. I will. I swear I will.” The bakery owner nodded ferventl...