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Chapter 11:
“Newbie! Newbie, are you alright?”
McCain’s head was ringing as he tried to comprehend the carnage that was taking place. Jacket had managed to tug him into the storeroom and used a broomstick to lock the door, just as Ginger Beard and Brunette entered the store. Nyechenko was silently weeping, fearful of his own life.
“Agent Lucius McCain, respond.” Jacket’s voice became louder and clearer now. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” McCain slowly muttered, rolling to his side before getting up. “What the fuck is going on?”
“We’re compromised.” Jacket answered, checking her ammo. “Whole squad’s gone to fucking hell. Me, you and Nyechenko are the only ones left.”
McCain remembered now.
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There was a traffic jam.
Four mercenaries.
One of them threw a knife at him.
He caught it and made a volley.
Once the memories came back, so did the numbers and the whispers. McCain looked all around.
They were in a storage room.
He knew how to escape.
McCain turned to Nyechenko
“Get me a cast iron skillet and aluminium foil.” McCain instructed the professor, who immediately got to work. He fumbled around a shelf, pulling out some potassium nitrate fertiliser and a packet of sugar.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jacket asked, bewildered. It wasn’t long before the mercenaries would find them.
“I’m helping us escape. I need a portable stove.” McCain answered, folding the aluminium foil into a boat. “Some matches would be helpful as well.”
Once Jacket brought him everything, McCain plugged the stove into a powerpoint and set the temperature to the highest, watching the mixture of potassium nitrate and sugar begin to caramelise. Once there was a brown gooey mixture, McCain poured the heated liquid into the foil boat.
“Nyechenko. Knock on the door.” he ordered.
“What? You’re crazy.” the professor was exasperated, trying to deny what he had just heard.
“Just trust me.” McCain assured the professor, who reluctantly sent some hardware crashing down from the shelves before unlocking the door.
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The noise was more than enough for the mercenaries to catch on. Sweatshirt had been examining some magazine, while his associates were combing the aisles.
“Yuri, did you hear that?” Ginger Beard asked, loading his Makarov PM and approaching the entrance to the storage room.
“I did, Bulat. Make sure the door is unlocked.” Yuri answered, throwing the magazine on the floor. “Georgi, cover Bulat.”
The two men approached the door and prepared themselves, with the Georgian mercilessly kicking the door.
“Svetlana, on me.” Yuri ordered as they barged in.
As soon as they did so, McCain dropped a match into an aluminium boat, which caused a smoke bomb to go off. The four mercenaries were bewildered, but only for a moment. Then, all four of them quickly ran into the smoke in a panic, while their prey escaped via the back entrance.
“How the fuck did you do that?” Jacket asked once they were at a safe enough distance.
“A feeling.” McCain responded as the three fugitives leapt onto a trolleybus and made their escape.
Time, nine minutes to three in the afternoon.
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