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Chapter 25 – First Strike by Red Wolf

3 more chapters till we complete this 1st original novel by a young author (when I say young, he is literally very young as he is only 17 years old this year)

I hope everyone whom have been reading this novel until today had enjoyed the novel.  


Chapter 25:

McCain had managed to find cover as the last four Spetsnaz officers began to retaliate with a volley of their own bullets. Reloading his AK-74, the MI6 agent noticed a stray bullet on the floor. Using the bronze surface as a reflector, McCain noticed the elite commandos advancing towards his location, stepping over a fallen comrade who had a spare grenade. He backed up against the corner and, turning his waist to the left, pushed himself across the metal floor.

  The Spetsnaz forces hadn’t anticipated their enemy’s sudden launch across the tight corridor leading to the galley, nor did they think he would be aiming for their dead. Just as they raised their guns, an abrupt explosion tore the corpse and its surrounding area into scraps, leaving a gaping hole. Three of the surviving terrorists were severely burnt, with pieces of shrapnel lodged into multiple burn wounds. One of them had fragments of metal in his eyes. The velocity of the plane made the gap a vacuum of sorts, dragging the injured soldiers and several bodies out of the plane. Everything that was thrown out flew straight for an engine, which instantly combusted. The sudden explosion caused the gravitational pull to go haywire, and the entire plane tilted to the left. McCain caught hold of a ledge and pulled himself up, before removing a small fragment that had found its way into his left leg.

© 2021 TINKERBELLSAN ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Written for with permission from the Author, Red Wolf. If you are not reading this from, then this original novel has been posted without the permission of the author.

  That was when he noticed Gorinsky pushing his weight against the stairwell, reloading his Baikal-441. When their eyes made contact, the Russian sneered in vengeful delight and launched himself towards a box of bombs that had been strapped to the floor, before climbing up the thick restraints and laying his chest flat across the box, opening fire while delivering a brutal battlecry.

  Granger had to use the balcony as a landing space as a pile of boxes began to tumble over the edge. Kamensky had managed to use a slanted corner as a ledge, perched like an eagle over a rabbit with her rifle. Both women were at a standstill, waiting for a window of opportunity to advance on each other. Granger reloaded the Saiga-12 and waited for the last box to come in between them, before using her shoulder and pushing it towards the Russian mercenary.

  Kamensky dodged to the left and let the box graze the corner before being slammed against a wall, then pulled herself back into her previous stance.

  Granger came into view, holding her shotgun to Kamensky’s face. Once she had emerged, the MI6 agent pulled the trigger, sending skull fragments and brain tissue scattered all over the wall. The echo of a shotgun blast bounced across the aircraft before fading into the strong wind. Gorinsky stopped his gunfire and looked up in horror, as he noticed part of the edge was stained with blood and organ tissue. Granger turned and rearmed her second bullet, pointed directly at the last Russian mercenary. He had seen this coming, and twisted his body to avoid the shot while delivering a lucky bullet into her stomach. 

  As he heard the Baikal-441’s gunshot ring out, McCain realised that Granger had been wounded. He also knew that Gorinsky was distracted, and used the opportunity to stand up against the wall and turn, allowing the gravity to pull him towards the hole. At the same time, he opened fire as Gorinsky’s attention returned to him, creating several bullet wounds in his chest.

© 2021 TINKERBELLSAN ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Written for with permission from the Author, Red Wolf. If you are not reading this from, then this original novel has been posted without the permission of the author.

  McCain timed his fall so that he grabbed the rough, metallic scraps of metal that remained as his legs dangled dangerously close to the flaming engine, whilst in the air. Pulling himself up, he grabbed some grooves from the cargo bay floor, using them as ledges from which he could reach the dying Gorinsky. Once he was there, he raised himself a little bit higher, placing a finger on the mercenary’s pulse. 

  There was none.

  Placing his hands on his adversary’s eyes, McCain slowly covered Gorinsky’s dead pupils and grabbed the staircase ledge, pulling himself up and fighting gravity to reach Granger. 

  “Em.” he whispered as Granger struggled to breath. “Emilia, stay with me. We need to find Nyechenko and destroy the virus.”

  She placed a hand on his shoulder.

  “I’m not gonna make it, Lucius.” she replied, her breath laboured. “There’s too much blood.”

  McCain took off Granger’s jacket and tucked it underneath her blouse.

  “Stay with me, Granger.” he whispered to themselves. “Stay with me.”

  He was too late.

  A thin stream of blood was flowing down Granger’s limp mouth as her head drooped to her right. McCain forced a palm over her eyes, in a similar ritual akin to Gorinsky. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, one that he had taken from the safehouse. Then, he left the body and entered the cockpit.

  Time, twenty-five minutes past nine in the morning. 

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