Chapter 84

Roshanay stared at Moosa in awe. She was struck. Her eyes unwavering, stilled at him. His every action painting into her memory. The way his eyes set on his target, his arms stretched, the position of the gun, slight left or right from his target and then a sudden recoil, a loud sound and then the next moment, his target lied on the ground. She could feel as if someone else had possessed his soul. His body became a killing machine. His ears sharp, he only had to detect a slight movement, turn around, position his gun and then fire the shot and the bullet would either tear through the forehead or the chest of the people he targetted. His body moved actively. Hiding, revealing and then concealing himself in the dark only to appear and take the lives of the people who fired shots at him. He had tied keffiyeh around his face, his eyes were visible. Folding the sleeves of his shirt, he had tied a clothe around his arms too. Both his hands held gun. His arms rotated like a robot, his steps w