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Chapter 12 – First Strike by Red Wolf

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Chapter 12:

McCain, Jacket and Nyechenko got off the trolleybus thirty minutes later, walking away from the century-old transport system and onto a side road.

  “The Moscow trolleybus is about to go bust soon.” Nyechenko sadly informed his bodyguards. “I wish I could have taken one last ride under better circumstances.” 

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  McCain glanced over at Jacket, who was clearly trying to use their stroll to hide the pain of losing her entire squad. 

  “I’m sorry.” he forced the words out, although he never really enjoyed their company.

  “Don’t be.” Jacket wiped away her tears. “We all signed forms denying employment by the UK embassy. As far as they’re concerned, MI6 had some rogue agents.”

  Silence. They turned left into a corner and crossed the road, passing by a cafe playing the afternoon news. It was reporting on the carnage earlier that afternoon, and how many casualties fell to the horrible incident. McCain understood some of the Russian words shown on the headlines as their faces were shown on camera.

  Barbarians.

  Western imperialists.

  Dogs.

  “They’ve exposed our cover.” McCain announced. “We need to move faster. Is there a safehouse where we can lay low?”

  Jacket nodded, and led the way for Nyechenko and McCain. She had ditched her assault rifle at the supermarket, just after the smoke bomb had been ignited.

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  “Such is the world of espionage.” Nyechenko lamented to McCain. “You seek the thrill of action, unsure of the price paid. And you leave wary of everyone.” 

  McCain turned to the professor and said nothing, following his fellow agent to the safehouse. 

  Time, twenty-six minutes past three in the afternoon.

  As soon as the smoke cleared and the chaos settled, the four mercenaries were stuck laying eyes on a piece of burnt aluminium foil, smoke flowing out of a thin gap. 

  “They got the drop on us, Yuri.” Ginger Beard reported, returning from the main supermarket area. “We’ve lost them.” 

  Silence. Sweatshirt picked up an iron cast skillet on the floor and cursed, throwing the cooking utensil in Brunette’s direction. She tipped her head to the right, missing the projectile. It was caught by Buck 110, who was twirling a knife in his left hand at the moment. 

  “The state media has camera footage of the shootout. They will send a bounty out for our British friends…and Nyechenko.” 

  That was when Sweatshirt calmed down and chuckled. He then whipped out a Nokia cell phone and dialled their colleague back at the safehouse. 

  “Mother.” he spoke as soon as there was a connection.

  “Yuri, my God.” Sweatshirt’s colleague sighed in relief. “Are you alright?”

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  “I’m fine. Listen, I need you to send me their identities.” Sweatshirt instructed. “Use the news and tell me their names.”
  Silence.

  “Alright, I’ll also see if I can tap into the British embassy and find out the mission details. Operations, safehouses, anything.” Mother answered. 

  “Thank you, Mother.” Sweatshirt smirked, turning away from the others. “I knew I could count on you.” 

  He killed the call. 

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I love travelling and exploring the world, see things from the lense of my camera.... this is my space in sharing the many exciting places that I have visited as well as some of the wonderful gastronomy experience. I also loved baking while exploring new recipes. From time to time, I will also be sharing unique dishes that I cook for my family as well as sharing some of my baking experience / recipes.

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