the team stepped forward. They found the two gangs facing off in the middle of the street and Isla said a silent prayer of thanks that this was happening in the early morning hours instead of later in the day. This street was the main market place and more people would be hurt if anything happened while the vendors were set up and people doing their daily shopping.
Dinan and Loan , another medic, stepped forward, their hands raised high in an effort to get everyone’s attention. The men on both sides looked at the two, then turned back. Isla was too far back to hear what was being said, but she knew that things weren’t going well just by the body language.
Nazih , a large man with tactical and military knowledge and knew just about everyone no matter where they were, was beside her and she glanced in his direction. “Not good,” she whispered. The tall man silently agreed. Dinan was still talking, while Loan was getting into position. Personally, Isla thought they should both pull back because they were going to get hurt.
All of a sudden, there was movement on both sides of the street. Soldiers were moving in with guns drawn, shouting all sorts of orders for people to get down onto the ground. Dinan and Loan were already there, not willing to argue when guns were drawn. It was their policy to work with the local officials when possible, but only when they weren’t corrupt which was sometimes the case when dealing with the locals. Occasionally the local police officers were corrupt and other times, they were just trying to do their best with the limited resources they had. Nazih observed both and could quickly discern the good from the bad. The good received his help, the bad had some additional issues to deal with as he snuck around after the fact and caused mischief. It was his way of keeping the local population safe. He figured if the corrupt police officers were busy trying to find him, they wouldn’t bother the locals as often or as harshly.
As Isla watched the scene unfold , she realized that these men weren’t local officials. They were too disciplined …t oo well trained. And had better hardware, which was an additional worry.
She looked up at Nazih, trying to get a sense from him i f these were the good guys or the bad guys.
Unfortunately, she was distracted by someone she thought never to see again . Ou t of the shadows, a large, dark , menacing form stepped out, his stride commanding, his voice filled with authority. He ordered the soldiers to round them all up. They were being arrested for distribution of weapons and various other violations. Isla couldn’t believe it! No violence, everyone rounded up. This rarely happened!
Most of the time, these bursts of violence occurred during the day time so the perpetrators could slip into the crowds. Isla and her team would move in later, under cover of the night and help those who were hurt or needed some sort of assistance. They also gathered information surreptitiously and slipped that information to the non-corrupt authorities.
Isla was just about to turn away and head back to the van when she caught a sudden movement. One of the gang members was pulling something from his pocket. The soldier by his side saw it at the same time, but h e wasn’t fast enough to stop the gang member . The knife flew out of the man’s hand , burying itself in the larger man’s shoulder. The soldier had the gang member down on the ground and handcuffed in record time, but Isla was already moving in, her medic bag open so she could tend to the wound.
Soldiers instantly surrounded her and she put up her hands, opening her bag so they could see that it was only filled with medical supplies. “We only come here to help the victims,” she explained, pointing to Dinan and Loan. “They’re professional negotiators and medics who are trying to help. Please don’t arrest them.”
The soldiers