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Desert Love	By : Krayzee_Aussie Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Prince Harry of Wales, Prince Charles, Prince William, Kate Middleton, Queen Elizabeth, Camilla Parker-Bowles or Prince Phillip, Corporal Ben Roberts-Smith VC and I do not profit from this story.

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  Desiree had soon changed into the woman’s Burqa. Ryan was still cowering in the toilet cubicle where she had left him. She shoved the woman’s body into the most hidden space she could find. She had stripped the body for weapons, ammo and intel. She found next to no info, but considered herself lucky that this woman was so close to her own height, she didn’t appear to be a full-blooded middle easterner, she was far too tall and her complexion led Desiree to believe she was indeed an Australian born and part Australian in blood too.
She checked outside in the corridor, still no sign of any other terrorists. She quickly moved to the toilet and opened the door. Ryan looked up at her in fear. Desiree quickly pulled down her face cover, and Ryan’s face changed to one of relief.
“Are you okay, Ryan?” she whispered. He nodded, wiping his eyes. She put her finger to her lips and motioned for him to get up. “I need you to get outside and get a message to the unit. Try not to look at the body.” She led him out of the cubicle and he hesitated when he saw the body on the ground, under the sink, its back to him. “Ryan!” she hissed. He snapped out of it and looked back to her.
She took out her hand bag from the bin and dug through it, pulling out her mobile phone. She checked the reception, as expected there was none. For whatever reason, the closer to the grocery store you got, the less reception it would have.
She gave it to him and looked at him sternly. “When you get outside, you will look onto the underside of the phone cover, you will call the number for the CO written there. Identify yourself, give the code alpha, three, eight, five. Then give the location. Tell them you will remove yourself to the child care centre next door. Take yourself there, tell them what has happened and to lock the place down. They should then call the police. Wait there until the police or someone from the unit you know comes and gets you, okay?”
Ryan was nodding tears flowing from his eyes slowly. “Mummy, I’m scared.”
Desiree sighed remorsefully. He was too young to be taking on this kind of thing. He was, however, her and his father’s son. He was bred for this and she knew he would rise to the occasion. “I know, baby, I’m scared too. But I have a job to do, and so do you. Make me and daddy proud.” At the mention of his father, Ryan stopped sobbing suddenly. She saw it then, a resolve in his eyes. He was ready. “Do you know what you have to do? What’s the code?”
“Its alpha, three, eight, five.” He wiped his tears and held the phone close to his chest, protectively.
She gave a small smile, kissed him on the forehead before she pulled up her face cover and took his hand. “Keep your hand on my back for this, when I’m out of the doorway, you run for the emergency exit at the other end of the corridor, okay?”
“Yes, mum.” He placed his hand on her back as she crouched and began slowly moving to the door, rifle raised. “Mum?” she turned her head slightly, just enough so she could see him in her peripherals. “Please be careful. I don’t want to lose you too.”
“Please, Ryan. I am the best of the best, you won’t lose me.”
Desiree poked her head out into the corridor, there was still no sign of other hostiles yet. She moved out into the corridor, rifle pointed back towards the centre, motioning for Ryan to move to the emergency exit. She moved backwards after him, hurriedly. As they got to the door, Ryan tried to push it open but he wasn’t strong enough. She released the door and went to push it open when she was grabbed roughly from behind, an arm reaching around her neck. She quickly kicked opened the door.
“Run, Ryan!” she growled, before beginning to struggle from the hold.
“Harry! Let mum go!” Ryan cried out, before Desiree kicked him out the door too, just as the door was about to shut again. She heard him fall heavily as the door closed shut with a click.
She felt the arm around her neck release slightly. “Des?”
“Fuck sake, H!” she growled, straightening the burqa. She punched him in the gut, making him pitch forward in pain. “You nearly ruined that for me!”
“Sorry,” he stammered, trying to get back his breath. “I thought you were one of them.”
“Clearly! Get out of here now, the last thing I need is for you to be involved in a hostage situation. Go and help Ryan.”
“No way, you know as well as I do, I can help you in here. I’ve worked with you before, I know your movements better than anyone.” He started putting on his cap and sunglasses as if to prove a point.
“No,” she hissed. “No deal, you could have died in Afghanistan when you came after me in that ditch. I am not letting that happen again.”
“Hey!” came a voice down the end of the corridor. Desiree turned in surprise, grabbing Harry by the neck and holding the rifle to his cheek. “What’s going on, what have you been doing?”
Desiree quickly deciphered the dialect of Pashdu the hostile that was walking towards them was speaking. “I was searching the toilets for any people hiding. I found this one and he tried to escape.”
The hostile moved forward as Desiree dragged Harry out. “Let the others know I’m in with them,” she hissed before he was in ear shot. The one good thing about the Burqa is no one could tell when she was whispering.
“Well done, A’ishah. Allah has gifted you good insight,” the hostile said, he walked beside Desiree as she led Harry back out to the centre of the shops. When she was out there, she found some people had been shot and were left lying, dying where they had fallen. Most appeared to be military. Some appeared to be business men and women who had tried to flee through the front entrance.
In a huddle, within the coffee shop’s space where the table and chairs would usually be but had been removed, were the women, children and some men. She noticed these men were notably not military. They all cowered and cried together.
“Shut up!” the hostile that walked beside her yelled as they moved past them. Desiree’s blood boiled.
Once they rounded the corner towards the front entrance she spotted the rest of the men. These men were mostly military. Some were suffering minor wounds, others appeared to have been roughed up but seemed to be coping fine. She knew these ones would be the ones of use to them. They were all kneeling, facing the glass doors, their hands bound behind their backs with zip ties. That was problematic.
Desiree spotted the police officers. Both had many bruises appearing on their faces’ and George even appeared to have a fractured eye socket. She could see the imprint of a rifle butt appearing in the bruising. They looked relieved, although somewhat troubled, when they saw Harry being led towards them.
“Secure him over there like the others, make sure the zip ties are tight, he looks military.”
Desiree smirked under her Burqa but pushed him roughly towards the group of men. She forced him to kneel and looked to one of the other nearby hostiles, putting out a hand expectantly. He gave her two zip ties without question. She knelt down to secure them, but while she was knelt down she slipped her knife from her pocket and into his sock, making sure it was concealed. She then tightened the zip ties, smacking Harry in the back of the head as she stood. She heard him grumble under his breath and did her best not to laugh.
                Once she stood and began to walk away, they heard sirens, lots of them. She looked out of the glass doors, several military vehicles had pulled up out the front, men were crouched around them, peering inside the building. ‘Good job, Ryan,’ she thought to herself with a smirk.
The hostiles all around her began to crouch and move out of the direct sight of the doorways. She followed suit, crouching near the children and women. They all looked at her in fear. She felt bad, but knew they would be safer with her near them than anyone else.
An hour passed, the police arrived on the scene. Desiree’s mind began to wander. She worried for Ryan, she knew he would be worried sick for her. She looked over to Harry, he was watching the scene around him, his eyes appeared to be checking every hostile in his vicinity. She had to refrain from smiling. Always working.
Suddenly, the phone inside the coffee shop rang. The hostile leader hurried over and answered it.
He spoke quickly and angrily. “Listen to me, you western dog. This is what I want. I want the so called terror suspects you have hidden away in your conspiracy jails released and returned to our home land! And then, I will serve justice upon this land of infidel! You will bring to me the whore of the infidel! The woman warrior who destroyed our religious crusades in Afghanistan these last ten years! I know she resides in these parts, you shall bring her to me in exchange for the women and children hostages I hold here, if you do not,” he looked at the women and children who cowered at his glare. “I will kill them all!”
The women and children screamed. Desiree grit her teeth, so hard in fact, she thought she heard one crack. The terrorists raised their rifles at them, Desiree thought quickly, raising her own rifles up. “Shut up!” she shouted to them all. They cowered and quietened again.
The terrorist leader, quite clear in what his aim was to her now, slammed the phone down hard. “Ha! We will soon see how much the infidel value their so called innocent.”
Another of the terrorists spoke up. “Afma, what of the military men? You did not say what it was you would do to them?”
The leader, Afma, smiled malevolently and it sent Desiree’s fingers on edge to shoot him then and there. “We will kill them all, before the nations cameras!”
Desiree’s gaze met Harry’s, she thought sadly of how her reputation had once again put others in danger. He looked determined and gave her the slightest of nods.
She knew it was time for her to act.
                After another hour or so, the children began to get restless. The mother’s tried to quieten them as best they could. Desiree noticed a pregnant woman amongst them. She was shifting uncomfortably, and another mother was trying to make her more comfortable. They saw her watching. Another woman began to appeal to her. “Please, she’s pregnant and needs to go to the toilet. Just let her go to the toilet.”
Desiree looked to Afma, he had heard the appeal. “Why should we give you infidel anything? Nothing but albino dogs!”
“If she does not go, she could go into labour and that will cause us more of a headache,” Desiree lied.
He looked at her, as if he wasn’t sure to believe her and then glanced down at the pregnant woman. “Fine, you take her. But woman, do not think because she is a woman too, that she will not shoot you if you try to escape.”
Desiree hoisted the woman up by her arm, pushing her forward, trying to make it look like she was keen to be rough. Once they were around the corner into the corridor, Desiree grabbed her arm and sped up.
The woman looked at her in alarm and fear was writ across her face. “Don’t worry, my name is Desiree Kitana, I’m a Major at 2CDO. I’m going to get you all out of here okay, but you need to just bear with me for a little longer, and possibly play along.”
The woman’s jaw dropped, but she nodded slowly. Desiree led her into the toilet, checking back out the door before closing it. The woman stood staring at the body lying beneath the sink, blood had begun to pool underneath it. Desiree quickly checked her pulse, then pinched her wrist to check her blood pressure, it was low.
“Quickly now,” Desiree said, ushering her into a cubicle. While she was in there, Desiree turned back to the bin where her bag was and pulled it out. She dug around for a pen and paper. She had an idea how to get the children out at least. She also pulled out a small pack of lollies and a bottle of water that she always carried with her.
She scribbled a message on the scrap of paper, before folding it up. She then looked back out into the corridor. No other terrorists were in sight. She took the opportunity to quickly sneak down to the emergency exit. She slipped the piece of paper under the door and wiggled it around for a moment, until she felt a tug on it from the other side. She breathed a sigh of relief, just as she thought, all exits were being shadowed by the special response squads and TAG- East. She released it and hurried back into the toilet.
When the pregnant woman had finished, she carefully came out of the cubicle and Desiree handed her the bottle of water and lollies. The woman drank some of the water and chewed some of the lollies hastily while Desiree moved back to the door.
“What’s your name?”
“Samantha.”
“Okay, Samantha, I need you to do something for me.”
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                Harry watched as Desiree and the pregnant woman returned. The pregnant woman looked far more calmer than when she had left with Desiree, but Desiree shoved her forward back into the group.
His arms were aching, holding this unfamiliar position for such a long time was taking its toll. He looked to George, his eye had nearly completely closed from swelling, soon he wouldn’t be much use to them making a break. He had established that at least eight of the other men tied up like them, were in fact military. Only two others were shooters from 2CDO, from the whispers down the line. The others were combat engineers and a clerk. Three were injured, the severity of their injuries unknown, but they admitted they were feeling the pain.
Harry watched as Desiree slowly walked from her usual position beside the women and children, over to the entrance of the grocery store and looked inside. She was up to something.
He turned back to look out the front, he noticed at the back of the trucks and cars that were barricading the front of the centre, a small gathering of men, crowded around and looking at something. The man who seemed to be in charge, he recognised as one of the officers from 2CDO, Lt Col Mesnar, motioned towards the other end of the building. The men around him nodded and began departing. Harry thought that very interesting and chanced a glance back towards the group of women and children.
He could see the pregnant woman whispering to the other mothers, they all looked frightened, some even shook their heads, but the pregnant woman appeared to be appealing to them, rather forcefully. Eventually, there were nods all around.
Desiree was out of his sight now, he wasn’t sure where she was, so he turned back to face the front. He found there were even more police and military positioned by the trucks. That was interesting. He whispered to Damian. “Something’s going to happen soon, I’m not sure what, but be ready.” Damian blinked, still facing ahead, as acknowledgment. When he was sure it was safe to, he passed the message along.
Harry saw Desiree appear in his peripheral again, she had moved back to be beside the women and children. She looked at him meaningfully before turning back to look at the women and children. Whatever was happening, was happening now.
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                Desiree looked from Afma to the other terrorists. There was six in this area with her. She was certain there had to be at least three or four more watching the rear entrance inside the large grocery store, they would be stupid not to.
If her plan worked, she could get the children and pregnant woman out safely, and get some communication with the outside as well.
Once she was certain Samantha was ready, Desiree scratched her forehead.
Immediately, Samantha tapped the foot of the nearest child.
“M-Mummy! I’m hungry,” he said in a whiney and scared voice.
“Me too,” another chimed in. Soon, the children were asking their mother’s for food. Their mother’s did their best to quieten them, but the children were persistent.
“Enough!” Afma shouted angrily, he pointed his weapons at them, making them cower again.
“Afma, we have access to the food in the store, I will take the children in and they can gather food for everyone, it will stop the whinging and keep them compliant for a little longer,” Desiree reasoned, putting a hand up to try and calm him. She could see his nerves were beginning to fray. She wondered if he had slept at all the night before or if his nerves kept him awake. With a lack of sleep, his nerves could fray very easily, making this situation much more dangerous.
Afma wiped his forehead and sighed. He looked to Samantha who was holding her stomach, swallowing heavily. “Take the pregnant woman too, god knows we don’t need problems with her baby too.” He turned on the children, holding his rifle high. “You will go with A’ishah, you will get as much food as you can carry and you will return here, if you try and run away, she will shoot you dead! Do you understand?”
The children, all frightened out of their wits by the terrorist, barely nodded their heads. He waved Desiree away. The mothers all began to cry, this was the part Desiree was worried about, if the mother’s gave it away now, they could be in a lot of trouble. She looked over to the men, knelt at the other side of the coffee shop. Harry was watching, he raised an eye brow of acknowledgement.
Samantha stood up, taking the hands of two children and ushering the rest to follow her, one or two hesitated in their mother’s arms but their mother’s soon pushed them away, although there was great pain evident on their faces.
They huddled together and Desiree made them walk in front of her. “Mohamed, go with her.” Desiree gritted her teeth, well that was unfortunate.
The other terrorist walked in front of them, leading them into the store. Samantha looked back at Desiree with concern on her face. Desiree winked, trying to reassure her. It was a minor hiccup.
“What shall we make them get?” Mohamed asked moving to her side, the children huddling together near Samantha.
“Fruits, packets of chips perhaps. No sugar. The last thing we need is sugary items,” she replied thoughtfully.
Mohamed nodded. “Good thinking, these infidel children are fat enough and troublesome as it is without help.” He began motioning to the children to begin picking fruit. They slowly did so. Desiree checked to see how far out of sight they were, she needed to lure Mohamed right to the back of the store. She looked to the deli, perfect.
She moved along and entered the back of the deli, opening and closing the cabinets, loudly she hoped. Sure enough, Mohamed came and looked to see what she was doing. He still held his rifle in his hand but he looked at her curiously. “What are you doing, A’ishah?”
“The pregnant woman needs decent sustenance; I was thinking perhaps one of these fatty salads would be better for her.”
Mohamed wrinkled his nose but then nodded. “Oh look, they have Halal beef slices, we should grab some of those for ourselves.” He looked to the children and Samantha, who continued to pick stuff up from the shelves and trying to avoid looking at them, before slinging his rifle and grabbing a container from the bench. “You grab the salad, I’ll grab some of this beef.” She nodded, slinging her own rifle, moving behind Mohamed and pretending to be grabbing a container. As soon as she heard him open the cabinet, she spun around, grasping either side of his head and twisting hard.
There was a resounding crack, he groaned once before falling to the floor. She quickly took his rifle, slinging it around her other shoulder, before raising her own rifle again. She moved back into the fruit and veg area, next to Samantha, looking out into the shopping centre. Just in time too, Afma turned and peered in, checking to see what was going on.
“Ok, children, have you enough fruit? Let’s move on to get some noodles or something,” Desiree said loudly, feigning her best accent. Samantha gathered the children who put their bags of fruit into a trolley she was pushing. Desiree whispered to Samantha. “Head towards the back entrance between the deli and the dairy section, where they usually re-supply from.”
Samantha nodded and steered the trolley in that direction, while Desiree lifted her rifle, pretending to have it trained on her back. Once Desiree was certain that were out of view from the front she hurried to the front of the group of children. Tears were starting to flow again.
She pulled down her face covering. “Okay, guys. You are all doing so well. I’m going to get you out of here, but I need you to be very careful and quiet now, okay?” she said quietly to them. She pulled the handgun she had taken from A’ishah’s body. She checked the ammo and handed it to Samantha, who looked shocked. She shook her head. “You have to wait here, while I go in there and take out the people who will undoubtedly be waiting in there.” Samantha looked scared. “It’s easy to use, just don’t put your finger on the trigger unless you want to fire it. I won’t be long.”
Desiree pulled up her face cover, leaving Samantha and the children at the door to the store rooms, cowering inside the deli, out of sight. She carefully shuffled inside, finger ready to fire, but being careful to walk as if she knew who was in there. She headed to where she guessed the back roller door was.
Sure enough, there were two men there. “Hey Jamal, look, it’s the woman warrior killer! Or soon to be, what are you doing back here?” one asked as she approached. The other, Jamal, turned around to look, smiling.
“I was sent to check on you guys, make sure you haven’t had anything happen back here,” she replied. She looked around.
“Oh, we are fine. We can hear talking on the other side of the roller door, but they sound a fair way off.”
“Oh good,” Desiree replied, smirking under her Burqa. She saw Jamal had a large knife at his waist. She needed it.
Jamal saw her looking at it. “Why are you looking at my Quama?” he asked. She looked up at him suddenly. “Do you want to hold it?”
“Can I?” This was going better than she thought it would. He pulled it from its sheath and held it up, laying it in her open hands.
“Be careful, it’s sharp. It will be perfect to carve into the whore of the infidel’s body!”
Desiree smiled, and she was certain the smile showed in her eyes because both men smiled back at her. “Can I test it on you?” she asked. Their smiles disappeared as she lunged forward, plunging the knife first into Jamal’s arm that held his rifle, then slashing the throat of the other. She returned to the Jamal, finishing the job by cutting out his throat. They gargled and groaned as the life left their bodies. She dragged their bodies to the side, not wanting the children to see them, before pilfering what she could of their weapons. She took the sheath of the Quama and slid it into one of her belt loops under the Burqa.
“What happened?” came a voice. She turned around to find another one standing there, looking bewildered.
“I do not know!” she half exclaimed. “I found them like this, they have had their throats slashed!” She said jumping up, trying to act hysterical.
The third man approached cautiously, his rifle semi-raised, although not at her. When he was close enough she was about to disarm him when there was a shout behind him.
“Put the rifle down!” Samantha shouted, her gun pointed at him. Desiree launched, tackling him to the ground and wrestling his rifle from his hands. He kicked out at her, hitting her in the knee, she heard a crack, but ignored it. He went to shout but Desiree elbowed him harshly in the throat and then, smashed his skull against the ground, before picking up his rifle and using the butt of the rifle to knock him out.
She quickly hurried to her feet, running to Samantha who still held the handgun up, a look of fear and horror on her face. “Okay, Samantha, that was a very stupid thing to do, what were you thinking?” She took the handgun from her fingers.
“I heard you struggling and I feared the worst.”
“Oh please, honey, that wasn’t me struggling.” Desiree slotted the handgun back into her jeans.
“I don’t feel so good,” Samantha replied. Desiree moved her to a seat to the side.
“I’ve got to go get the kids.” Desiree sprinted off, she found the children cowering just inside the door to the store rooms, it seemed Samantha had told them to hide in a dark alcove to the side. “It’s okay, guys, it’s me.” She pulled down her face cover. “Let’s go, quickly and quietly.”
They followed her back to the roller door. Desiree looked up and down the door, trying to figure out how to open it.
“There’s a key motor over by that shelf,” Samantha said pointing to the opposite wall to her. “I used to work here, but the key isn’t in it.” Desiree went and looked, sure enough it was missing. She checked all the draws and then remembered the extra terrorist that had walked in on her pilfering the bodies.
She hurried over, she had wasted too much time already, the leader would be getting suspicious. She turned out his pockets, until she found what she was looking for. She sprinted back to the other side and slipped the key into the lock and turned it.
The door began to make a grating sound as it opened. Desiree readied her rifle, just in case there wasn’t someone friendly on the other side. She knelt down beside the door, waiting. Soon, blue bodies began to filter in, they trained their rifles on her. It was the tactical police. She raised her weapon and hand in the air.
“Hold fire, its Major Kitana,” came Sergeant Bird’s voice. He appeared through the door, looking her up and down. “Ma’am, nice get up.”
“Thank god,” she sighed, standing up and shaking his hand. “This is getting serious. Get the children out of here, she’s pregnant and her blood pressure is low. Bring me the ear buds?”
“Yes, ma’am. Tactical police aren’t keen on you doing this though,” he said, handing her the small ear piece. “Do you want extras for the other guys?”
“Good for them, it’s all about me. Literally. They’re here for me, I’m going to sort these assholes out. Don’t worry about the extra ear buds; I doubt I’m going to get close enough to them without the kids coming back with me.”
“How many of our guys have you got in there?” Sergeant Bird asked.
“I counted eight army, two police escort and a prince. There was seven targets in the main area, I’ve taken out one of those as well as the three in here and a woman who was working with them. So this shit is serious,” she replied huffily as he handed her body armour. “I’ve got no time to put that on. Where’s my son?”
“So the Captain is in there? We weren’t sure; we thought maybe the police had whisked him away somewhere without telling us when this shit went down. Colonel Buchannan has him, ma’am. He’s right livid too.” Sergeant Bird answered. She handed him one of the rifles she had been carrying. “Gees, this is what they’re using? How the hell did they get their hands on these?”
“Right, get that information back to command. Tell them to be ready to enter the front and west side entrance for the hostages. The next time they hear rifle fire is a good time to start. I don’t know if I can get the mother’s out unscathed but I’ll try. I’m drawing the terrorist into the main area of the store, it’s my best vantage point. They should probably take caution at entering this entrance because if I draw the targets into the store, hopefully our boys being held can do something from their end.”
“Roger that, ma’am. I’ll let them know, but the police are trying to run this show,” he replied.
“I’ll bring them as close to you as possible,” she replied, sneering at the mention of the police, before walking back out.
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