Dooooooozght.  The body barely jerked and slumped down against the compound wall he'd been guarding.  Doooooooozght.  Another body did the same.  The wall's bloodstain record a pinprick size in the big picture hurricane.  A tank rolled to a stop.  Person with the gun aimed it up and down pausing only long enough to identify people in windows.  Revolutionary Guard formed into groups from out of the shadows.  Sounds of feet running.  Thunking into furniture.  Doors flapping open into more walls.  

  Then quiet.

  Hours, minutes, months collapse into folded. 

     It's not a movie.  The unscrolled assignment sheet was only the size of a palm.  But it had been typed.  The bimedial chores were all grim that day.  "And we have to get this one out of here," the huge-ly muscled women each stood on the side of a "director-du-jour".  The three turned as one to leave.  A foot hit the shell, one woman stumbled just a bit.  A hand reached out of the abiayah to steady.  The other woman had also reached out, but with a pistol in hand. 

  A breathy vocal sound sucked in came out "Guuuuun"