BBC's chief reporter Sarah Jones curled up in the corner of a relatively intact room on the second floor, her expensive business suit covered with dust and dried dark red bloodstains, making it impossible to discern its original color.
Her face was bloodless, her eyes empty, and her carefully styled hair clung messily to her sweaty forehead. Beside her were only two equally disheveled soldiers and a cameraman, who had been shot in the shoulder and was barely breathing. Their water had long since run out, and there was little ammunition left. The communication equipment was damaged in the initial chaos, leaving them completely disconnected from the outside world.
The atmosphere of despair was spreading.
From the street below came the sound of chaotic footsteps and rough shouting, in heavily accented Spanish from Medellin.
A soldier leaning against a gap by the window suddenly pulled back his head, his face pale as paper, gesturing for the others to remain silent and keep low.
