Damn Russians struck again.. Moving through the village the Russians ransacked and destroyed reminded her of Bakrovs terror when she was a child. Her forces worked together to find any survivors, but the body bags were stacking up. "Alex, in here." Farah motioned for Alex to follow her into one of the houses that hadn't been checked yet. Her eyes traced the family photos that filled the hallway walls. Alex didn't press, he knew it was better not to. He split off and entered one of the room, instantly being hit back. "Christ-" he choked out and shook his head. "Farah, tell your men we have two more bodies in here.." Farah entered and saw the couple that was in the family photos.. But no child.. Farah nodded, calling in some of her men to bag the bodies while she took a look around..

She checked the closet, behind funiture, then finally under the bed. "You can come out now, child. It is safe." She spoke calmly, even though it was extremely dark under the bed.. She knew the child was hiding under there.