Moscow,
December 25th, 1991
7:32 am.
Emptiness. Regret, hatred, disgust, shame, guilt, She felt every single one of these emotions as she just sat there in her empty room of a poor, terribly maintained flat. Well, it wasn't completely empty, after all she still had a desk in which sat upon her small cheap TV. Her chair, which seemed to support her weight much more these days, and her bed, alongside a cabinet in which she stored her clothes in. With the final addition being her bedside cabinet, used to hold a cheap lamplight.
But the point was mute. She truly felt as if she no longer had anything. It was as if she was suffering the same problems of the Soviet union. Except well, the Soviet Union was truly well in hell now. She watched it all, she watched it with the suffocating feeling that had soon appeared after her men, the bravest heroes that the motherland had to offer rescued her. She watched with the suffocated feeling of somebody who had only achieved nothing but failure after failure their entire lives. She watched, and she could only shed a single tear.
That flag, the flag she had given up so much for, put so much hope in, believed so much in, was now slowly and painfully being lowered in the Kremlin. She did nothing but cry bitter tears. What else could she do? Everything truly has gone to hell. She got dishonorably discharged, forever not being able to compete in the Olympics such as her goal from childhood. She was living in poverty so bad, that it just nearly bordered squalor. And now the Soviet Union was now taking its final breath right before her Baikal blue eyes.
She hiccuped now. Her tears flowing as she couldn't help but think about the miserable, pitiable, wretched, hopeless woman that she had become. She sniffled, the hiccups and the tears not helping at all, but she didn't care. She doesn't seem to care much these days. Nothing seems worth fussing over. All those years, all that…effort was for naught.
-..Because that's just life, And you have to deal with it until you die.- She stopped for a second. Gasping as that phrase entered her mind from the very man that had betrayed her and every man in her company.
-I find most of the time, the weight itself is more than enough to crush any man or woman.-
Flashes of her ever scowling face popped up in her mind, bringing her back to that one specific moment in Afghanistan, when she actually felt like she was actually living, when she knew, savored and held onto the precious thing known as hope.
-Well, Think of it like this, Humans in itself are inherently flawed right? It's only human to be greedy, It's only human to be evil, It's only human to slip up and make mistakes. That shit's genuine, you can't make it up. It's all real.-
Before she knew it, she was chuckling, her body shaking from the humor if it all. She slumped back on her chair as she threw her head in the air, laughing and giggling like a small child.
"Who would have thought that you were right?" She exclaimed as she wheezed, her lungs desperately wanting for air as she snickered.
"..."
"..."
"...Sigh." A shaky sigh came from her as her vision blurred from all of the tears.
"You were right you bastard! Are you happy now? Are you satisfied? You've won after all!" She finally exclaimed after a pause, regaining breath in her voice as she shouted at nothing. She knew he wasn't there, that he would never hear her again, but she didn't care. Not a damn bit.
"You were right dammit! The war? All those times getting shot at? All the expectations placed on me? Killing people? Fearing and knowing that each and every possible moment that I was on the battlefield meant that I could die? Having nightmares day after day about what I did, what I ordered? You were right! I HATED every moment of it! Every single goddamn moment! I hated it, I wanted to go home, be home! You were right! I'm not perfect, I NEVER was! Despite my company, my men, my comrades, I ever so desperately wanted to go home! I wanted to go to the Olympics not because of some bullshit like bringing honor to my family! I just wanted an out!, An excuse! You were correct all along! To err is to be human you NIHILISTIC BASTARD!"
She took a deep breath now, her body shaking as her rage increased tenfold by every second.
"...After all, everybody is flawed, even you! Turning tail and running like that? How could I blame you? It's only natural to have flaws, correct? You told me that you hated fighting after all, it's only reasonable for you to leave at the first sign of trouble. You told me so after all, men like you are a dime a dozen, and that replacements like you would be gone soon enough…Yes, yes! How could I blame you? How could I blame you for despising the men with your dead fish like eyes? How could I blame you for the men that died because of your flawed attempt to rescue me? YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE GUTS TO FACE ME YOU BASTARD!"
She got nothing, but the low volume of the national anthem that played on the TV as a response to her insane, desperate ramblings.
"You're right… I'm not flawless. And the weight of it all has broken me. I'm flawed for not noticing the signs, all that bitter talk as you drank that absurdly sweetened coffee? That time when you were shot and so eager to check the infirmary? I was wrong and you were right!"
"..."
"..."
"Hngh!" She let out a miserable whimper now, the tears falling and leaving splats on the desk of poor quality. The flag of the Union Of Soviet Socialist Republics now being lowered for the last time on the television as she wept in the background.
"It's just…it's not fair!" She whispered coarsely now. Still continuing to hiccup and tremble as the suffocating feeling of defeat now enveloped her.
"It's…not…fair…" She whimpered out one last time as the television continued to hum on, the anthem of the USSR now fading out of her ears as she sat surrounded by darkness.
It wasn't fair.
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She woke up with sweat and desperation. Her eyes flung wide open as raised herself up on her bed. A scowl on her face now as she sat there in complete and total silence. Disgusted at the remembrance of the rat and her desperate, low times. Rustling her hair with one hand, she struggled to think about the exact reason why she dreamed about him. Was it perhaps the sleepless nights before she finally decided to sleep on this one specific night? Was it because of all the stress? Why did it have to be now of all times?
Sigh, well she was awake now, might as well go back to work. Stepping out of her bed, she couldn't help but let out a small grumble as she drowsily began to open up her closet full of clothes.
"...I could go for a damned coffee right about now…" She grumbled tiredly as she still didn't even have her eyes fully open.
"..." A pause, but what for?
"..." A thought, a fragment of the dream that had awoken her.
…No, it can't be…could it?...No…NO! There was NO way. No damn way! She was overthinking things. She was exhausted, she did not think logically because she was not in the right state of mind to be thinking logically!
-He was tired all the time, and he was the most logical person in her comp-
No! Stop that! Her mind was going places, wandering off and thinking things that didn't make sense, couldn't make sense! There was no way in hell-
…Wait, sense?
It didn't make sense how he managed to escape from that tricky situation on the docks when they had him at gunpoint. It didn't make sense for the Protectors of Islam to be out here, looking for him and disrupting any party out in the city looking for him when he was most likely Sunni. It didn't make sense for him to appear out of nowhere with a gigantic robot just like that after years spent in VAIN trying to find him. It didn't make sense that, despite the fact that literally everybody was searching for him, nobody could still find him…unless…
No! No no no no no! Dammit she was going insane! That traitorous rat had no sense assigned to him at all. Each and every thing that happened because of him just didn't seem to make sense…GAH! Just thinking about him made her think that what little sense she still had left had completely gone up in smoke as well!
"...Dammit! Why do you keep on getting away with this?" She growled now as she forcibly took out a set of clothes from her cabinet and practically threw them on her bed.
"...You better not…You better not have done what I think you have done. You better not have…" She continued to grumble as the early light of the morning started to break through her window blinds.
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Exhaustion and tiredness, the combination that seemed to follow me around no matter what I do these days. Sigh, complaining seemed to follow me around as well, but I would argue that that wasn't fair because I already tended to complain a lot, not to mention all of these terrible horrible situations I keep on getting thrown into.
The sun was starting to rise now and I still had yet to find shelter. Which was, you know, kind of bad. Bad is in any moment now I might just very well get lit up like it was the 4th of July. Another bad thing was the fact that even though the sun was starting to rise, the city was quite…how do you say this? Tense. It felt like a village on the front line that was already way too used to fire fights.
Nobody was outside, and nobody wanted to be outside. The only ones outside were the absolute poor and the absolute suspicious. Not a good combination that comes hand in hand I seem to find. The streets were quiet, silent even, which was good for me considering that I went out of my way to find these streets after so briefly memorizing them on the map.
…Sigh, I need a fucking smoke. The Worst thing was, I didn't even have a pack. So, no tobacco for me, No money either. Meaning so caffeine, I'm on the run now, so no sleep. Enemies are after my vile, pitiable life, Great! Even though I'm no longer in Afghanistan, I'm still in Afghanistan! The status quo just will not break huh?
Leaning on a wall as I take a short break, I take out the map that the American "Maeve" had given me. She had so previously circled out places of great importance on the little piece of paper. Well, not like I can just freely go to said places. Something tells me that she might just very well discover that I am in fact, not the person that was ratting out that woman's company, or was it a criminal organization? I don't really know, and I don't really care to know… Dammit. I was stuck. In a slump. I have to move, but where to exactly?
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The door slammed open, waking up the people that were resting in the room up quite violently. As they all scrambled out of bed, Sofiya Pavlovna swiftly charged into the room, her eyes frantically scanning the room as she passed by bed after bed.
"K-kapitan? Why are you here?"
"The Rookie, WHERE IS HE?" She answered him, this was the more diplomatic way of saying it, she essentially yelled at him. As she looked at the poor man with eyes full of fury.
A gulp, then a frantic look to the very last bed in the room was the answer she was given. Marching to the bed, she could clearly see that it had the figure of a humanoid shape under the blankets. Wasting no time, she grabbed it desperately, the blanket soon falling to the ground as it revealed nothing but a small lump of clothes and a pillow lumped together to mimic the shape of a human.
A pregnant pause filled the room as everybody found themselves dumbfounded. All except for one certain person. She stood there, her brow twitching as she soon about faced and left the room, the people she now left scrambling in her wake as she marched on, almost like all of those times in Afghanistan.
Everybody abruptly stopped what they were doing as soon as they saw her in the hallway, following her as they asked for orders. He was right. Even now, he was right. Nobody is perfect, nobody is flawless. Hell, the fact that she managed to not even realize that he was right there, under her nose made him even more right.
But that does not matter. It didn't matter anymore. She managed to build herself up after such a devastating time. He was a loose end that she would put a bullet through. She was a new woman now, and if she didn't kill him, she might just collapse under her own weight.
"Get me Boris and Makarov!"
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"...This is leprechaun." The voice whispered slowly now as they held the walkie talkie close to their mouth, alone in the closet as they nervously gripped the pistol that was hidden in their pocket with their free hand.
"About damn time! And why does your voice sound so weird?" The woman on the other end responded with slight confusion as she began to ask him about Sofiya Pavlovna's current actions. Rambling on and on about any routes or any changes of plans, wanting a thorough and precise explanation
"...Wait." The individual said hesitantly now, looking over their shoulder only to be met with nothing. It was only then that they dared ask it, their paranoia already rising spiking straight through the roof. They hoped, prayed, that it was simply a mistake, an honest mistake. They wished so desperately and nervously that it wasn't what they thought.
"...This is the first time we've spoken though?" They asked, heartbeat pulsating and practically being intensified so much throughout their entire body that they could hear it in their ears.
"...." Silence. Something that panicked them immensely, seemingly suffocating and crushing their heart as something in the farthest reaches of their mind screeched out one word.
"..."
Compromised.
"WHAT?"
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The bullet ricocheted off of the stone brick wall that I now took cover against, thinking about what went wrong. Was it accidentally stumbling into that woman's compound? Was it the fact that I left the infirmary, stumbling into a room full of that woman's troopers?...What could it possibly be?
A puff of debris caused by a bullet hitting the brick wall at an absurdly high velocity brought me out of my thoughts to the current firefight at hand. What went wrong?...Hah, I suppose that that was a useless question, everything always went wrong. Yeah my life was genuine. Genuinely fucked up.
With a curse and clenched teeth, I grabbed the stench kin that I was hoping, like REALLY hoping that I wouldn't need to use, and racked the damn slide. Twenty shots, unknown amount of enemies, however there was only one currently, so if I was fast I could just end it right here and now…Man I love my odds so much right now, especially when people are out to get me, like sharks smelling blood in the water.
Peeking out with one eye around the corner, the debris that soon followed my poorly thought out action quickly forced me back behind the stone brick wall…Think me, think! What the hell can I do to salvage this situation, if not, then at the very least prevent it from getting worse? How do I take this dude down?
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For Roanapur, a city with ties to all sorts of crime, there was one place, and one place only in which any sense of civility were to be found with such crimes. This place is the most fanciest, highest, grand building of splendor in the entire goddamn city.
This place also consequently is the meeting place for all the criminals of note in the city. Particularly, the bosses of the criminal organizations that informally run this city. The Chinese, the Russians, the Italians, the Colombians, they all decided that this one specific building was to be their meeting place, and it was to be a place of civilization, not savageness. That meant no guns, no violence, no death. And they were fine with it. None of them had ever wanted to break the agreement, and none of them would.
Which is incredible. Why? It is because they all wanted to kill each other at this very moment. Blaming each other for failures, for mistakes, for fuck ups. They were fighting and squabbling like children. And all because of one man. One man, whose exact reason for being here was completely unknown. One man that has managed to bafflingly evade capture. Even with everybody on the hunt and searching for him.
The man cryptically known as the beast of Panjshir, or more confusingly Yuri Sokolov. It is as if he has become a ghost, disappearing and then appearing at will. It should be impossible. Nobody, no matter the backing, or even the training should be able to pull off what this man has done in such a short amount of time…no, correction. Ever. No man could ever do what Yuri Sokolov has done. And yet, here he was, doing it.
That all stopped abruptly when one very fancy looking well dressed man with the name of Chang entered the room. With a worried and disturbed rare frown, he sauntered up over to the table, and simply plopped down a file. Taking a seat, he gestured for the other criminals already seated to open the file. Take a looksie and bask in this new found barebones file of information.
Leaning back, he lit a cigarette and took a slow drag. Nobody said anything as they all studied the file, getting more infuriated as they dropped it back on the table.
"Chang, We already know all of this!"
"Yeah jackass, what's the point of you bringing in this useless file of shit?"
"Yeah!"
"Well Ronnie, the point is overwhelmingly simple really. We have to kill this man, this..Beast of Panjshir immediately…Unless we want this city blown to hell and high water before we even know it." Chang refuted the man sitting at the same table as him.
Ronny "The Jaws.", the new boss for the Italian mob. He was young, he was arrogant, and most importantly he pissed Chang the hell off on most days, but not today. No thought Chang, today was simply too important, hell, every second was important. So for now, he was content with merely rolling his eyes and holding his tongue at the young arrogant and stupid dipshit known as "The Jaws."
"You see, before this current…situation, the only thing we knew was that this man…The beast of Panjshir showed up all of a sudden, and apparently, due to a large number of witnesses, appeared with a gigantic robot. We didn't have much information before due to a lack of…well, files really, this guy, this beast. Is a ghost quite simply….BUT." Chang said with a pause, looking at everyone before taking yet another drag.
"We just hired a hacker recently, well when I say we, I mean myself, but that's not the point i'm trying to make, listen I just got this, straight out of the fax machine, hell it's still warm, and this man is the most troublesome man that we could ever have the displeasure of welcoming into our city." Chang said, taking out yet another file out of his coat in one smooth fluid motion.
"You see, this man…this..beast. Didn't bomb an embassy, or killed an important person, or simply pissed off the CIA, FBI, DEA et cetera et cetera, this feral animal knows something. He knows something especially damning going by this report….Along with the gigantic ball-like robot that he had appeared with, logically, it wouldn't be that far out of the park if the robot had some connection to this…"
"Get to the point already Chang, it feels like I'm gonna get gray hairs listening to you."
"Sigh, I was getting there, A BRE GO." Change retorted by emphasizing his name slowly, much to the man's annoyance.
"...As I was SAYING. We were wrong. I mean. sure the robot has some connection. But my best guess is that they aren't after the robot. I think that the reason why they are after him, so vehemently, so recklessly, is because of this short, painfully short report. I've read this over enough damn times that I think I might just have memorized every single goddamn word. But, they state specifically not to kill him…. Only to capture and interrogate him. I must ask gentlemen, why?"
"...Well shit, we have ourselves a witness to a cold case!" Ronny said the sudden revelation shocked him now as the cigar in his mouth dropped onto the floor as a result of him being unable to keep his fat mouth shut. His eyes looking at the picture of the beast fervently now, memorizing his face as he read the same words over and over again.
"...We really need to kill this guy, and fast huh? Just our fucking luck, having to deal with that blood hound first and now this?" Abrego said with a tired, defeated sigh as he snubbed his cigarette into the ashtray, scowling as the thought of the bloodhound of Florencia crossed his mind.
"Correct, but this time the beast isn't going anywhere. If anything, he's fucking dead. And we'll make sure that he's dead. We can't fail, not now, the stakes are simply too high. And besides, the American's want him alive, no doubt they think that he might be an asset, hell, the Protectors of Islam think that he is an asset as well, for some reason, this man knows something that makes him an asset…We need him dead, and fast." Chang said, leaning over the table as he pointed at the picture, emphasizing his point even more.
"...And the robot? Why do you think they're not after the robot?"
"Why do I think they're not after the robot? Hell, I know they're not after the robot. Think critically here Abrego! It's the United states of America that we're talking about here! If old uncle Sam wanted to, he could just shit out another one of those things in a matter of minutes. No, my guess is, they're trying to destroy it. To keep it out of the hands of any other third parties that may just be interested in snatching it up. The real problem here is the beast of Panjshir."
"As you can see, he disappeared at an unknown date in Afghanistan, only to appear here, out of absolutely fucking nowhere, only to seemingly disappear once again. The man is so damn mysterious that THIS. THIS short piece of paper! Is everything they know about him! EVERYTHING!. I've half a mind that the man doesn't actually exist and is literally a fucking ghost!"
"...That…should not be possible. No one is untraceable, doubly so for the Americans."
"Which makes this particular situation that we have on our hands even more dangerous. Not only is the man most likely a witness to a cold case as Ronny said earlier due to this particular statement,
-He was last seen talking to agent *REDACTED about *REDACTED at *REDACTED After that, his location is currently unknown.-
This and the fact that they state explicitly to capture him alive, could only mean that the details are foggy, and our friend, agent redacted over here is not a reliable source of information, but the beast was there first hand and knows, without a shadow of a doubt about what truly happened. Making him even more desirable."
"This feral beast saw something that would make America look very very bad to the whole damn world, and knowing what he knew, managed to escape and slip from the eyes and ears of America, it wasn't until this particular incident, where he had to fuck up so badly and obviously that the entire world could see him, that the American's finally managed to get a read on his location."
"...Gentlemen, this little Libertalia of ours, this nest egg, this status quo of ours, could damn well in hell be broken, we need to tread carefully. If even the Americans, whom I thought one hundred percent, would have an in depth file on him, only for it to be a single piece of paper with a grainy photo along with it being a paragraph long warning about him being dangerous, then we need to be careful, already the ecosystem taking a heavy blow, with those Islamist militants buying up guns like no tomorrow and countless ships watching from afar, the government cracking down… Our precious means of income is slowly but surely drying up. We need to fix this, and now."
"Did that Russian bitch tell you anything yet?" Ronny asked, still reading over the short piece of paper.
"No, in fact, she shooed me out, made sure I didn't know anything. Told me that this was a personal affair, and that she would have him dead in a matter of time, but if you ask me, she knows something…Just what exactly I don't know, and she doesn't seem intent on telling us anything."
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BAM!
The shot hit near my eye, making me flinch as more debris was formed, only to disperse in a matter of seconds. I only have a limited amount of time before his friends arrive, so I need to end this and NOW!
But the problem was, I can't. The fucker has me pinned. And unless I want to die, I can't exactly leave my cover unless I have a death wish!
With my back literally against the wall, I can't say that this is a good situation at all whatsoever, even more so with the sun blinding me every time I glanced up…Wait a minute…up? The sun?
…Shit! No, I can't, it won't work…unless….I try?...No, no! That shit will get me killed… ARGH! Fine! Where is that fucking coin…Jesus, These pockets are so fucking small and tight!
Finally, after a moment of frantic searching, I couldn't help but stop for a brief moment, looking into the quarter, the sunshine and warmth already hitting it as I held it in my hands…Ah, its all or nothing with this huh?
Kissing it, I flick it up out of the building's corner in which, I was using as a cover, the coin seemingly flying in the air for what seemed like forever before I finally heard it. I didn't know how I heard it, mind you, but I heard it, a small, minuscule groan, a groan of discomfort…perhaps by looking at something shiny, like a coin reflecting the sun rays, type of shiny?
Sparing no time, I turned the corner, and with a hail Mary, lunged at the guy that had cornered me. The feet getting crossed by each meticulous and precious second. I could feel the slow seconds pass by as fear and desperation ensured that I damn well made it to my foe, regardless of how hurt and destroyed my body was.
The seconds passed, but the fear and desperation didn't. It still remained as I tackled the guy straight down into the ground, my pistol shoved against his chin, aimed directly in a way that will ensure the bullet goes straight into his skill.
"..." He said nothing, gasping at me as his eyes widened in fear, my narrow dead fish-like eyes being reflected in his widened, frightened, terrified Iris's.
I know I should leave, run, but something has to be done. And for some reason, at that very moment, something just clicked. I don't know why or what particularly caused it, perhaps it was the look of fear that my enemy gave me, perhaps it was because I was exhausted, perhaps it was something so simple and minuscule as not being able to have a regular kick of nicotine, I don't know what It was, but I knew this,this shit right here? It has to end! Once and for all, I'm just too damn tired for this shit. I didn't even realize that I said it at first, the only thing that I focused on was his terrified eyes, perhaps that's why it slipped out, the fear of death and exhaustion coaxing it out of me before I even realized it huh?
"Who is trying to kill me, and where the hell are they? I want names!" As I said those words, my foes face instantly paled, his breathing quickened as fear and distress seized at his body.
I knew this guy, recognized him as one of that woman's fanatically loyal troopers. Ale…Alejandro? Alex? Eh that didn't matter. The gig was up. She was after me, and if I dally around too long, I would get a bullet. I knew she was my enemy, but I didn't know who my other foes were. And that was a major problem if I wanted to just straight up end this.
"I do not have time for theatrics, tell me NOW!" I growled, shoving the gun against his chin even more. Forcing a terrified squeal from the man as the blood started flowing in his body again.
"Allright allright! It's the four bosses of all the criminal gangs! Chang, Ronny, Abrego and the Kapitan!. Please, just don't do it man!" The guy managed to squeak out, his tone barely more than whisper as he kept his eyes entirely on me, desperately wishing and praying to god that I don't put any pressure, not even a little, on the trigger of this pistol.
"I want locations and motivations, you can skip that woman, I already know why she wants me dead, but the others, I want answers, and I want them NOW!" I say, my hand gripping his collar, the desperation of wanting answers finally overwhelming me as I managed to lift him just slightly from the ground with just that one grab of his collar.
"O- Okay! The bosses want you dead because the Americans are on your tail! You messed up the entire city, you threw a wrench in everybody's business, because of you, the entire city is on edge, as for…well the location… well…" The man sheepishly trailed off, his eyes still widened as he subtly shook his head, perhaps not knowing that he was doing it subconsciously.
"...Let me ask you a question here comrade…" I ask after a pause, not wasting any more of my precious time.
"..." He said nothing, gulping as I saw his adam's apple go up and down his neck, nervously swallowing nothing as he laid there, pinned down and unable to move due to me having a pistol to his head.
"These men…their business…The amount of trouble that I have caused them, and the amount of trouble you, they, the woman? Everyone is going through to find me. Do you think that I will make it out of here alive?"
"..."
"No? I thought so? So I must ask you, what do I have to lose? Escape is practically impossible, what with everybody guarding and observing the routes out of this damnable city. And with everybody trying their damnedest to find me, there is no doubt that they may very well soon. To tell you the truth? I've had it. Something inside me wishes that they would just find me and shoot me already. After all? Why struggle? I'm not making it out alive after all. I'm nothing but a mindless feral beast. A beast that will be hunted down soon….Hah, it's almost as if they all declared war on little old me." I say, not being able to hold in a snort of amusement at this messed up, demented situation that I found myself in.
"That's because they have." Oh? Has this man found his composure already? Did the talk of war bring him back to his senses? Does he believe that he is a soldier? Fighting for something bigger than himself? That his country will welcome him back with open arms and throw nothing but praise at him for a job well done? How incredibly retarded and disgusting.
"I, I do not know why you appeared after all of this time, I do not know who you owe your loyalty to, But I know this, you hurt the Kapitan, as such, you are my enemy. She shed tears for you, she was tricked by you, no. WE were tricked by you, no doubt all a part of your nefarious plans…Your actions…You trick and you lie, and do nothing but that, of course everyone would declare war on you! "
"War huh? War…yes, you must be terribly excited by that thought huh comrade? After all, me saying the word has made you grow some of that back bone back…it is good to see that a life of desperation, violence and disgrace has not taken out the stupid eagerness of wanting to fight and die out of you. Makes it easier to kill all of you, I never liked you, any of you after all…Yes, it seems like all of you idiots seem to have a death wish, very well, I will oblige you just this once, be thankful." I say in a low tone, fed up with it all, not caring about what I say, my mind shifting to the trigger as I begin to put some strength on it.
The young man begins to panic once more, squirming as he squeals, my finger slowly and methodically pulling the trigger back, each and every millisecond bringing him closer to death. And just before I finished the final squeeze, the coward broke, the words leaving his mouth like water bursting through a dam. The stuttering and whimpering almost made me not understand him at all. But understand him I did, and finally, for the first damn time since I got here, A little modicum of sense was brought into my life.
WAM!
After knocking the man out by pistol whipping him, I stood up and ran, ignoring every single feeling in my body that told me to just sit down and rest. My body was working overtime, hurting like all hell, forcing me to wheeze as I coughed while still running, but I didn't care. I had to move. And move I will. Move further into this unrelenting hell as I silently know what to do, everything inside my brain that was logical, hell, even the stupid half of my brain was was yelling at me, screaming not to do it, but something tells me that I have to do it anyway. I know that it is improbable, hell it's impossible. But I just want to end this already. I'm exhausted, fed up with this nonsense, Deep down, I knew I wasn't going to get out as easily and painlessly as I thought, But holy hell was everything fucked. Entangled, misconstrued, exhausting and a right pain in the ass to deal with.
And the worst part of it all? I have to do what I'm about to do all by myself.
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Sofiya Pavlovna groaned and cringed as she forced the over sweetened coffee down her throat. Not because she likes overly sweetened coffee obviously, but out of spite. In her hand she had a freshly lit cigarette, the smoke leaving the now smoldering ruined butt and dancing in the air, lingering as it does so, leaving magnificent, mindless small trials in the air.
"PWAH! How the hell does he manage to do this?" She growled to herself, hating Yuri Sokolov even more now for the actions that had just occurred.
Forcibly taking a drag, she couldn't help but furrow her eyes at the cheap, disgusting taste of this cigarette, having already grown accustomed to the rich, flavored cigars that she now smoked. The essence that waved through the air as she smoked one sure as hell beat…this.
"...No wonder you were miserable you stupid man, you were doing this shit daily…" She scowled to herself, glancing at the table that held the map, detailing every little intricate thing that this rotten hell hole of a city had to offer.
"...Now, if I WERE you, what would I do…" She murmured to herself. Taking another sip of that truly gag worthy coffee.
"...Surrounded by all sides…can't escape, the enemy both overwhelms me with numerical AND fire superiority…Huh, it's no wonder you still haven't been caught…This is the shit that you've had to deal with in the Mujahedin you absolute bastard!"
"....No, Focus Sofiya! If I were in his shoes, what would I do? Pick a fight? Hide and wait for the inevitable? Set up kill zones to pick off any stragglers? What would I do?...There's no e vac, nothing, just me and the enemy…The clock is ticking so I can't wait…So I-...No, no, that cant be it, he ISN'T that stupid….Is he?