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Chapter 23:
It had been an hour since the two Spetsnaz guards had been deployed to guard the virus, and their prisoners. McCain had been constantly glancing at their wardens, who had been instinctively examining their guns twice every hour. He looked over to Granger; she was still defeated, her head hung in shame. Their enemies had gotten an upper hand.
That was when McCain had an idea.
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He reached into his pocket and slid out a Fairbairn-Sykes commando knife, taken from the safehouse. Making sure the soldiers were not observing his movement, he quietly rubbed the shard against the cuffs. Granger looked up and noticed what McCain was doing, realising that despite all their manipulations and calculating, Winter Snake had forgotten the most important rule of imprisoning a captured enemy: you never leave one hand open.
“Lucius.” she whispered, catching McCain’s attention.
“What’s up?” he asked back.
“How long until you’re loose?”
“About two to three minutes. I’ll need a distraction.”
Granger nodded and turned to the soldiers as McCain temporarily hid the glass fragment.
“Hey, guys.” she called out, beckoning one of the soldiers to approach.
“What do you need, cyka?” the soldier barked, clearly annoyed.
“I need to use the bathroom.” she complained. The soldiers looked at each other and unlocked her cuffs, grabbed her arms and marched her into the bathroom.
McCain continued to hack away at the chains, the other ten mercenaries oblivious to his antics. They were in the galley, most likely celebrating a prematurely-assumed win. Even Kamensky had grown bored of her role and went to the cockpit to speak with Gorinsky. Nyechenko was there too; he was being debriefed by the Winter Snake’s head, no doubt.
He felt his arm loosen, and realised that his cuff was cut loose. Holding the fragmented glass in his hand, he quietly followed Granger’s trail to the lavatory, carefully holding the shard’s edges so that he wouldn’t be injured. He noticed the two guards waiting outside and hid behind a wall, readying himself for Granger’s final distraction. She emerged from the bathroom with her hands raised upon the soldiers’ orders, and frustratingly accepted the men patting her body down. They stood up and nodded to each other, reaching out to take Granger back.
He tapped the left troop on the shoulder and made him turn around, before inserting the dagger into his eye. The mercenary’s scream was muffled under the scarf, but his colleague was still active and was about to get backup. However, Granger reached out with her left leg and made him trip, before McCain caught the back of his collar. That was when the back of the Spetsnaz mercenary’s skull made contact with his injured friend’s forehead, and they both collapsed.
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Granger grabbed the knife and stabbed the other guerilla in his socket before taking it out, leaving behind a thin fountain of blood. She then slid the door shut and lifted a tab on the side, locking the prisoners in.
“Good work.” she remarked, turning to McCain.
“Thanks. But we need to destroy the virus.” he answered, glancing around to make sure nobody was approaching.
“Our weapons are in the galley, with the reserves. We can’t get to them without causing a scene.”
McCain noticed the cargo bay, thronging with boxes and potential weapons. He began seeing the numbers and hearing the whispers again, and had an idea.
“If we can open the cargo bay and drop the weapons, we’d be hitting foreign territory.” he analysed. “The Spetsnaz forces would try to salvage them, while we grab the guns.”
“And at the same time, the whole world would be alerted to a British cargo plane dropping bombs over Eastern Europe.” Granger realised where McCain was going. “And MI6 could try and get us out of there.”
They looked at each other and nodded before separating.
Time, three minutes past nine in the morning.
Original Novel by Red Wolf
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