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Chapter 17 – First Strike by Red Wolf

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Chapter 17:

With Granger at the wheel, McCain climbed to the passenger side of the vehicle, picking up an AK-74 while Nyechenko prepared an Rsh-12 revolver. Nyechenko noticed how McCain seemed surprised that he was carrying a British revolver.

  “Your friend gave this to me.” he said, answering McCain before he could ask the question.

“Let’s hope these British guns are better than Russia’s.”

  Granger glanced over at her side mirror and noticed two police cars trailing behind them. 

  “Hold on!” she yelled abruptly, and made a jarring halt. The first police car had been going too fast, and crashed into the Toyota Hiace. Granger used the momentum of the crash to step on the accelerator, using the bump as an improvised launch. McCain and Nyechenko were thrown forward slightly, both turning around so their backs cushioned the impact. 

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  The second police car swerved into the opposite lane momentarily, before replacing the lead car in pursuit. As the police car carefully closed in on the getaway car, a second identical van sped down the road beside it, slowing down only after reaching the van. Gorinsky rolled down the window and leaned back, constantly ensuring that he didn’t go too fast nor too slow as Kamensky delicately poised her Chukavin mid-air, the scope aimed at Granger’s head. The British agent noticed this, and rammed into the mercenaries’ van, causing the sniper to lose a clear shot.

  “Gorinsky’s onto us.” she informed the two men, who had regained some composure. “There’s a second police car boxing us in.”

  McCain approached the back doors.

  “Not for long.” he whispered.

  With that, McCain delivered a powerful kick that forced the right door to swing wide open, leaving him in perfect sight of the police officers. McCain grabbed Nyechenko’s revolver and fired two shots at the hinges, using his left hand to grab the makeshift shield before it made contact with the road. 

  “What are you doing?” Nyechenko cried out in horror. “You’re going to kill us all!”

  That was when McCain ducked behind the remaining door as cover, and returned the Rsh-12 to its owner before sliding the AK-74 towards his right leg. Picking the assault rifle up, he turned around and began to open fire, his arm straining from the recoil temporarily. The officers inside ducked, their vision blocked as the car made a haphazard swerve into a lamp post. McCain then dropped the loose door and turned around, sliding downwards until his bottom hit the floor.

  “Nicely done.” Granger praised, having observed McCain’s antics through the rearview mirror. “But we still have two Ruskies on our seven.”

  “How long more until we reach the safehouse?” McCain asked, checking his ammunition.

  “About thirteen minutes.” Granger answered, swerving to the left. “Maybe twenty, if these fuckers don’t give up.” 

  McCain reluctantly stood up and prepared to fire another round of bullets at the pursuing guerillas.

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  Gorinsky rubbed his palms on the wheel as they attempted to catch up with the other van, his colleague steadying her rifle to take another shot. She leaned forward, cocking her rifle and adjusting her scope so that she had a clear shot on the targets.

  “I have the professor in sight.” she reported with a sneer. “Shall I take the shot?”

   Gorinsky held his hand out in protest.

  “No. Wait for the agent to show his face.” he instructed. “He has the pleasure of dying first.”

  McCain had planned for this to happen. He pointed a finger to Nyechenko, then to a stack of grey crates behind him. The professor opened a box and picked up a thick black smoke grenade. He delicately placed one hand over the pin and handed it to McCain, who took the pin out with his mouth and stepped into the light, throwing the grenade as he did so. 

  Kamensky had taken the shot too late. She could’ve pierced McCain’s abdomen, but the bullet instead made contact with a smoke grenade, this one military. As thick clouds billowed from the canister, Gorinsky stepped on the brakes, sending the van into a screeching halt. Once they had fully stopped, he slammed his palms on the wheel, cursing as he did so. 

  Granger noticed the smoke grenade explosion and turned the corner, having lost all three vehicles. 

  “We’re almost at the safehouse. ETA, six minutes.” she informed her partners. “We’ll ditch the car and walk.”

  Time, thirteen minutes to midnight. 

  Shortly after his outburst, Gorinsky returned to the Moscow university campus and alighted. Kamensky was about to follow suit, but he stopped her.

  “Stay here.” he scowled. “You’ve done enough as it is.”
  He stepped out of the car and approached the lone police car, its passengers in conversation with representatives from the fire department. A group of paramedics were tending to Staliksov, his charred body stripped clean. There were red patches of flesh, mangled by large patches of hardened, ashy skin. Trembling, the mercenary tried to raise his hand in salute to Gorinsky, but this failed.

  “Rest, my friend.” the mercenary whispered, never once blinking at the sight of his comrade on the edge of death. “I promise, I will make whoever did this pay.”

  Staliksov let out a weak moan, as if to say something, his eyes faltering with his heart rate.

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  Then, he was gone.

  Gorinsky let a tear stream down his cheek, then covered the rest of his body and walked over to the nearest paramedic. As he did so, he made another call.

  “Code Red, Mother. Two agents downed. We have lost the targets.”

  He killed the call and continued on his way, wiping his tears so that nobody would see his inner weakness.

  Time, seven minutes past midnight. 

  Which was seven minutes past nine in the evening.

   Director Hall had left the office and returned to her average London flat, a large space with a minibar, a lounging area and a kitchen crammed together. She tossed her keys into a nearby bowl and immediately sat down on the sofa, leaning back and closing her eyes. She was expecting a call from Moscow that would have confirmed Nyechenko’s departure from the university, but all the agents were either killed, or missing in action. 

  “What a fucking mess.” she sighed in frustration, shaking her head as she did so.

 Her phone began to vibrate from within her handbag.

  She reached in and accepted the call, not bothering to find out who would dare intrude on her precious time alone.

  “Hall.” she sighed once more, bending her neck forward to face the television screen. 

 Silence.

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  Then, she rushed into an upright sitting position, her expression now carving shock across her face.

  “They did?”

   More silence. Then, she sighed and mouthed a silent prayer.

  “Call the RAF and rush the airlift.” she instructed. “I’ll have the embassy notify the agents.”

 She killed the call and leaned back once more, this time with a smirk of relief on her face.

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