Chapter III

The first passengers were just about to exit the bus when hell erupted for the second time that day in Kerepnik. Milutin Stoyanovich's Kalashnikov lifted the driver off his seat, throwing his body down to the floor. A wave of panic struck the passengers as they helplessly hit each other, pushing, not knowing what to do. Some tried to sit back while others stiffened, standing, and stopping those who tried to pass.

The soldier in an HVO 3 uniform two seats away from the driver was the first one to move with purpose. He lifted his Kalashnikov in a fruitless attempt to shoot back. Slobodan and Dragan Stoyanovich ended his attempt with two long bursts. That forced a few of the panic stricken passengers to step back, pushing the others toward the middle of the bus where a new shower of bullets pierced their uncovered bodies. A former policeman, who remained in his seat and who was traveling south to rejoin with his family of refugees, pulled a pistol in brave effort to thwart the ambush. He raised it now and loosed two shots from the window before the single PAP bullet drilled a neat hole through his forehead and made a pretty little woman down south in a refugee camp in Posusye a widow. As he fell back to his seat, the Stoyanovichs opened fire at random, raking the bus with enough lead to hold the survivors paralysed.

"Go and get her!" Milutin ordered to his brothers. "I think we've smashed any opposition!"

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