The van accelerated, before trembling as it demolished the glass doors of the shopping center, the sound of shattering glass and muffled screams everywhere outside the van.
The group gripped onto the benches that were bolted into the floor of the old delivery van and braced themselves. She had waited for this day for months now. Tatiana pushed as many magazines as she could into the pouches on her vest before double checking the pistols that hung at her hips. It wouldn't be long until their message was delivered to the government of Yamantau, and the usurper, Szubrov. The others nodded as they loaded their weapons, huddled together in the back of the van. If you feel you may be offended by this, do not read any further. DISCLAIMER: Before you read, understand that this post, and the following posts deal with graphic depictions of violence, acts of terror, war-time atrocities, and other subject matter that you may find disturbing.
