53

Day of the attack.  

Lailah.

Everyone is ready, at their posts, waiting for Azael to give the signal.

Lie. Not everyone. Because I certainly am not prepared at all. I thought it would be a lot easier than it seems to me now. I don't like this plan at all. 

There are people on the team who are so high up that I can barely see them. Down here there are only a few, who will cover our backs. I look at their faces. I know that some will die. I wouldn't want it to happen, because I know they have a life outside of this, and some will have families. Just like mine, which is also in danger. 

Azael seems to notice my nervousness, because he grabs my hand and nods at me, reassuring me. We both go with bulletproof vests, submachine guns, spare pistols, and included microphones to communicate. I look at the rest of the team. Even Scott seems serious. Normal. He is the next to climb. 

-Are you ok