It was a beautiful night to die.

Ilyas was unafraid. If anything, he was ready to accept his fate. He was the epitome of calm, the air around him vibrating with his serenity. This was where it all ends. Answers were coming. Answers that was long overdue.

The two metal doors were opened wide, the light from within casting shadows of the huge wooden crates that were scattered in the cavernous depths of the warehouse. The chill night air rustled the leaves on the trees along the road, bringing the smell of rain. Ilyas noticed this and more. He saw the tell tale signs of recent vehicular activity in this abandoned building. He smelt the faint tang of kerosene in the air, and he felt his Jacket get coming alive with tingles.The enemy was near.

He entered the warehouse, and walked straight towards an unused load lifter that was rusting peacebly in its slumber.