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Chapter 19 – First Strike by Red Wolf

2nd chapter for today. How have everyone enjoying the read?

Enjoy the remaining for your Sunday. Have a blessed Sunday 

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Chapter 19:

McCain and Granger woke up two hours earlier, preparing their weapons and grabbing some spare ammunition concealed within the floorboards. Granger had gone to her bathroom and unhinged a bathroom closet, revealing an arsenal of knives situated within the cement walls. McCain had looked under his bed and uncovered a Saiga 12 shotgun with ten rounds of high-calibre ammunition attached. He slung the AK-74 over his shoulder and loaded the dangerous weapon, checking to make sure he hadn’t dropped a slug anywhere.

  By the time the agents were raring to go, Nyechenko had only just woken up. Granger ripped out a plant from its large ceramic pot and revealed three new sets of clothing and wigs, along with fake identities. 

  “Last swap, boys.” she remarked, opening a bag with a pink blouse, a grey coat and black leggings, with a red bowl cut wig. “We leave in thirty minutes.” 

  McCain had a plain white shirt with a brown overcoat, a cap with a fitted blond wig and grey jeans. His identity had changed to a young exchange student named Edward Hamilton.

  Nyechenko had a pair of contact lenses in compensation for his glasses, a prosthetic yellow beard and wig, a light blue business suit and black pants. Now, his identity was altered to that of Grigori Nyshenyev, a tour guide who was accompanying his guests around the city. 

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  All three agents returned to the dining table, where Granger cleaned and poured three glasses of vodka for one last toast. She raised her glass triumphantly into the air, and the two men followed suit. 

  “If we don’t make it out of here alive, let me just say it has been an honour working with you.” Nyechenko suddenly remarked. “Thank you, for trusting me to save your country and the world.” 

  After downing their shots, McCain sighed to himself.

  “Can’t say this hasn’t been a pleasure, to be honest.” McCain confessed, placing a hand on the professor’s shoulder. “Thanks for the tour, comrade.”

  “Anytime, my old friend.” Nyechenko said with a smile. 

  All three fugitives killed the lights, burned their old clothing, smashed Nyechenko’s glasses and left the safehouse. McCain soon returned with all three passports in hand and tossed them into the flaming heap, calling the fire services on his old burner phone to set a decoy.

  “You alright?” Granger asked once McCain returned to the stairwell.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” McCain answered. “Just gave our buddies a tip-off.” 

  Time, fourteen minutes to seven in the morning.

  Gorinsky and his fellow soldier of fortune had intercepted a call from the Moscow fire department regarding a spontaneous arson case inside an old flat. Rushing to the scene, the two mercenaries made sure nobody was watching them before bursting inside and grabbing some old cloth to kill the fire. Kamensky also flicked the lights on to gain better vision in the dank, musky space of the rundown apartment block. She noticed three glasses of vodka shots, nearly empty, strewn around the wooden table with a half-empty bottle. Gorinsky picked up an old passport and examined it, soon realising what he had fallen for. 

  Enraged, he tore the document into ashen shreds and scattered them across the room with a powerful throw. He soon approached a pillar and began kicking mercilessly, like a bully would to an abandoned dog. His mouth soon spewed every curse word in existence, each syllable matching the rhythm of his feet. 

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  “What is it, Yuri?” Kamensky asked, slinging her sniper rifle behind her. 

  “It’s the fucking Brits” Gorinsky scowled. “They started this fire, and reported it knowing we would be listening. They knew we would be on high alert.” 

  Kamensky examined the other clothing. She remembered the beanie worn by the female, and the professor’s glasses. Slightly calmer but still furious, the sniper turned around and pushed her head back with the bottom of her hands. Her growl was deep and relentless, like an animal had broken into the house and slaughtered its residents before escaping. 

  Gorinsly received a phone call and entered a bedroom, accepting whilst also examining the space.

  “What?” he barked, impatient and tired after a near-full night of zero sleep.

  Silence. Then he rushed out and nodded to Kamensky that it was time to go. 

  “We’ll be there. Just make sure to track the fugitives.”

  He killed the call.

  “Was that Mother, Yuri?” Kamensky questioned, approaching her superior carefully. “What news does she bring?”

  “Our mole has revealed the whereabouts of a covert British airfield just outside Zelenograd.” Gorinsky revealed, slipping the phone into his pocket. “Mother has requested two Spetsnaz units as backup. They will rendezvous with us once we have secured the plane…and our spy.” 

  Kamensky smiled with her last standing colleague, internally overjoyed at the news. But she soon returned to her serious, uncompromising stance.

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  “Where is the Brimstone?”

  “With the MI6 dogs.” Gorinsky further answered. “Our mole will secure it until our arrival. Then, we have orders to make a little trip to London.”
  They left the apartment, but not before taking two fresh glasses and the bottle of vodka with them. As Russians, they would not forgo their famed beverage, especially during a mission.

  Time, five minutes to seven in the morning. 

Original Novel by Red Wolf

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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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