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Chapter 22 – First Strike by Red Wolf

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April 1, 2021! The start of Q2 2021. I personally felt that the time have flown by so quickly that I can’t even remember what I have achieved in Q1 2021. What about you?

We are are also nearing the end of this 1st original novel by Red Wolf. Hope that everyone have enjoyed the read so far! Don’t forget to drop some encouragement words for Red Wolf in the comment field. And hopefully he would continue his effort in writing short novels for our reading pleasure.

Here wishing everyone a great start of the month. Stay safe and healthy!

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Chapter 22:

He was on the ground. Around him, spotlights were fixated at the sight of his near-lifeless body, bloody and wounded. Above him, the shadow of a ruthless killer, muscular and brute in appearance. He had a mere cut on his cheek, a mild scratch that could be ignored. 

  The fighter rained blow after blow on his body. He could only endure the pain, raising his arms over his head. He caught sight of shadows floating above the scene, their merciless gaze chilling the room. 

  As the blows slowed down, he took the time to catch his breath. His opponent marched before the observers, stretching his arms outward in a show of arrogance. The battered fighter had a chance; he grabbed the supposed victor by the legs and pulled him down with all his strength, before scrambling to get his enemy’s head clamped around his groin. Then, he jerked with all his power, sending a loud crack echoing across the space, before he slumped back in exhaustion.

  “Prepare him again.”

  Those were the only words he heard before two medics rushed forward and tended to his wounds, ignoring the body before them. He stared into the light, allowing its luminous aura to take him.

  McCain woke up in the Globemaster. He tried to stand, but his hand had been chained to a thin rod. There were soldiers walking all over the cargo bay, their guns on standby to kill if necessary. A moan brought his attention to Granger, who was struggling to wake up herself. That was when McCain remembered everything.

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  The ambush.

  The university fire.

  The safehouse.

  Zelenograd.

  Nyechenko.

  Winter Snake.

  A pair of footsteps caught onto McCain’s ears, and he raised his head to find Gorinsky and Nyechenko standing over him. 

  “My apologies for your troubles, Yuri.” Nyechenko spoke in Russian. “I assure you, history will remember our comrades as fallen heroes of God.”

  Gorinsky lowered his head in prayer before raising a fist above his head and sending it down, dealing a concussive blow to his captive. McCain spat out a good bit of blood and saliva before raising his eyes to meet that of Nyechenko’s.

  “Granger was right.” 

  “I’m sorry?” the professor asked in curiosity.

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  “She thought you were a traitor. She thought you tipped Winter Snake off on our op. Guess she was right.”

  Silence. Nyechenko took the time to applaud very slowly, turning to Granger as Gorinsky forced his chin up. She grunted in mild resistance, but gave up in realisation that she was their prisoner now.

  “I admire your ability to heed orders, agent.” Nyechenko teased. “If I recalled, Smythe said you were to trust no one.” 

  Granger spat in the professor’s face, and forced herself out of Gorinsky’s grip with a smirk. McCain looked around and found Kamensky perched on a balcony, her rifle focused solely on them. She noticed McCain, and gave a wink of self-absorption.

  Nyechenko wiped his face and turned to Gorinsky.

  “Where are we now?”

  “We’ve just left Russian airspace. We’re flying over Lithuanian airspace as of the moment.” Gorinsky answered. “Our ETA to London is 1300 hours local time. That is just 1000 hours London time.”

  Nyechenko nodded to himself.

  “I have prepared the virus for deployment. All we have to do is drop the canisters over the city. No strategic deployment, no specific areas to hit. Frankly speaking, we could drop a single sample over the city and half the population would be dead in a matter of hours. Maybe days.” the professor instructed. “Unless we are looking to obliterate the city altogether?”

  Silence. Gorinsky nodded without answering the professor’s question, and entered the cockpit. This left the professor and his former bodyguards to themselves. 

  “You won’t get away with this, Nyechenko.” McCain warned the mole. “Whatever you have planned, we’ll stop it. Your Brimstone isn’t making landfall.”

  That was when the professor let out a boisterous laugh and took a knee to stare McCain in the eye.

  “We already have, McCain. You gave me the passage to the airfield, and now we can unleash havoc on Europe. That will teach your Western scum not to ignore, nyet, to humiliate our glorious nation.

  Nyechenko stood up and walked away, approaching the glass box and examining his twisted creation with adoration and menace. Then, he motioned for two Spetsnaz guards to approach.

 “Make sure those two do not tamper with the virus.” he instructed, pointing to McCain and Granger. “Kill them, if you must. But let me know if you do; we’ll drop their bodies off in London as supposed carriers.”

  The guards approached the prisoners momentarily. 

  “What do we do, Granger?” McCain whispered as the guards passed by.

  Silence.

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  “I don’t know if there’s anything we can do, McCain.” she answered. “You heard Nyechenko; they’ll drop the virus on London, and half the populace will be dead within hours. He played us from the beginning, allowing us to win our game against Gorinsky, but…it turns out he was the real opponent. And he just won.”

  That was when she bowed her head in shame, and McCain followed suit.

  Time, nine minutes to ten in the morning. 

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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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