Central Saudi Arabia
July 20th, 2023

The sand swept across the lone load running through the unknown village. The buildings were run down and nearly decrepit. One could hardly imagine anyone living in these conditions, but it makes for a great hideaway if you've done a crime.

This is why Oman Sadir is there. He was part of an assassination attempt on the King of Saudi Arabia, but the group fell apart and he attempted to carry it out himself. However, he failed to kill him and has been on the run for the past 2 years. But he was being hunted, whether he knew it or not.

Aldin Mahoud slowly walked into town, past a group of children playing soccer. One of them kicked the ball passed the other children towards Aldin. They approached him and stopped. He looked at them, then at the ball. He kicked the ball in play and the children ran back to play.

Aldin was proceeding down the street. He was a young man on a mission of revenge. His purple body wrap flowed in the wind as he hastily made his way to the heart of town, where he spotted an inn. He entered through the front doors and approached the front desk.

"Good afternoon weary traveler." The man behind the desk said. "Can I get you a room?"

"No," Aldin said. He then slid a torn picture to the manager. "I want to know if you've seen this man."

The manager looked at it. He squint his eyes in the dim light of the inn. "Ah! Yes, I've seen him. He's a regular customer in my tavern."

"May I see where your tavern is?" Aldin asked.

"But of course! Can I get you anything?"

"Just some water."

Aldin was shown into the tavern and sat in the corner. He sipped his water to quench his thirst from traveling in the desert all day. The tavern was slow and silent. People came and went throughout the night. After two hours passed, Aldin's glass was half drank. He got up to leave, but then entered his target. Oman Samir walked into the tavern with a big smile on his face and a girl under his left arm. "Everyone gets a drink on me!" Aldin sat down at his table and locked his gaze on Oman. He sipped his water.

Another hour passes and Oman is making a spectacle of himself. He was obviously drunk and being foolish. A few times he even fell out of his chair. But he was still being crowded around.

Aldin kept his steely gaze. He barely touched his water the past hour for fear of having to urinate and losing his target.

The night dragged on and the tavern was being cleared out. Aldin was beginning to feel heavy eyed but he was vigilant. Eventually, Oman got up and took to the inn. Aldin watched him leave and got up and followed him. He stayed behind enough as to not arouse suspicion.

Oman walked upstairs, bragging about his money and his attempt on the King. He arrived at his room and opened the door. It closed behind them and Aldin stood at the door. He could hear the moans of the woman and the creaking of the bed. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword and braced himself. He took a breath, and then sprung into action.

He kicked the door in and swung his sword with deadly precision. It went through Oman's side, through his ribcage, and pierced his heart. Oman let out one last yell as Aldin withdrew his blade from Oman's chest. His body fell on his concubine as she screamed bloody murder. Aldin looked at her as he sheathed his sword. "Run. And never speak of this again." He said. She ran, naked, down the hall, screaming all the way.

Aldin stood over Oman's corpse and looked out the window at the desert moon. Just then he heard a voice yelling commands. "Move! He's in here!" It yelled. Then Aldin was surrounded by five heavily armored officers of the ISPF. "ISPF! Don't move!" The leader yelled.

Aldin froze. He was staring down two shotguns and three SMG's. He considered his options. He looked at the window and bolted to it. "Fire!" the squad leader yelled. One officer pumped a shell in Aldin's direction, but Aldin was too fast and was out of the window and landed in the street. "Get after him Officer Yakami!" The squad leader yelled.

"Affirmative, sir." She said as she leapt out the window, hot on Aldin's trail. She wielded her club and chased him down the street. Aldin took a sharp right into a narrow alley. She followed and saw him leap over a fence with no problems. She took the fence as if it was nothing and stayed persistent. Aldin then jumped off a wall and onto a roof top. Officer Yakami followed him in the same manner and was greeted by Aldin's blade.

"Stay your chase. I do not wish to hurt you."

"You are involved with the murder of Oman Sadir. You must be taken in for examination."

"I don't think that's possible."

"I don't think you have a choice." Officer Yakami said. She then moved with cat-like reflexes and used her club to knock Aldin's blade across the roof, and with another swing, clubbed him in the head, leaving him unconscious. He fell to the ground and Officer Yakami proceeded to restrain him. She grabbed his sword and carried him down the roof back to her squad.

"I assume he's been restrained properly?" The squad leader asked.

"Yes sir, Commander Heider." Officer Yakami said. "Shall we take him in?"

"Yes." Commander Heider said. "Who knew we'd find not only Oman Sadir, but the Desert Swordsman himself?"

"Jackpot." Another officer said.