Both prisoners had their arms tightly bound. One was very talkative and conciliatory; the other was silent, as if he was devising a plan in his mind. But he couldn't speak about it because he believed his companion had betrayed him.
I pulled Rauf aside to talk about the prisoners.
Me:
— What are we going to do with them?
Rauf:
— I don't know, Ömer. The talkative one might be useful, but the other one is sneaky. I don't trust either of them.
If we take them into the group, they might leak information to their own people. But we can't keep them tied up like this forever. We need to have a serious talk with them and explain the situation.
Me:
— That part's easy, but convincing the other one is much harder. He's incredibly quiet and cunning.
Süleyman, keep an eye on that guy. You never know what he's planning.
Süleyman:
— Got it.
Rauf and I kept thinking about what to do. Our resources were limited. We needed to find something. Ammunition and weapons too.
Talkative prisoner:
— I know a place.
Me:
— Where?
Talkative prisoner:
— There's an old warehouse, outside the city to the north.
Rauf:
— You're coming with us then. You know the place well.
Me:
— Is Süleyman staying here?
Rauf:
— Of course. If we leave the other guy here alone, he might try to escape or even harm the people at home.
So we set out toward the old warehouse. With our limited supplies, we moved on foot, staying hidden. We rested from time to time. Eventually, we arrived—only to be greeted by an unpleasant surprise: there were looters at the warehouse.