A/N: I just saw the Stormbreaker movie, and while not one of the greatest movies I've ever watched, it was mildly entertaining to a bored teenager. There were two things I loved about it, though (not including the hotness of the main character). One – the funny version of Alan Blunt. Especially when he pops up from under the screen and gives his "We don't trust him" speech. Second – Yassen Gregorovich. He never really interested me other than as a way to keep the plot moving, but his character in the movie just caught my eye. So this is the first of a few (ok, currently only two) oneshots that should go along with movie-canon but incorporate some book details (since the movie doesn't give us a lot of information about him).
He hadn't meant to fall out of the helicopter. Nobody ever did when it was zooming over an isolated country road. The pilot was new and had a quicker, jerkier style of flying that is predecessor. He had been leaning out to try and find the best angle to shoot his target when the man had jerked the joystick over, and the next thing Yassen knew he was whooshing downwards, curses in all the languages he could think of flowing through his head.
Except, he'd gone parachuting before and the way he remembered it, freefalling was generally bumpier. And you generally did not continuously move with the helicopter as you plummeted downwards to your impending parachute-lacking demise.
The slight pressure on his feet drew his attention upwards, where a thick cord was wrapped and impossibly knotted around his legs. He couldn't help but smile some – who would have thought cords meant to load and unload cargo in the air would work so well as a safety?
The pilot must have thought is was intentional, because he jerkily flew closer and closer to the car. Yassen swung limply, watching his target get closer and closer, silently adding to his list of Why I Shouldn't Kill My New Pilot (Yet). Luckily, the man was able to fly steadily when necessary, and managed to sink the helicopter down to where Yassen's head was level with the window of the car without braining the Russian on the metal roof.
In front of him, the target was staring at the road slightly glassy eyed. He assumed that there was some sort of music or other sound playing because a helicopter, while fast and convenient, wasn't exactly the most discrete. Apparently, his target's powers of ignorance didn't extent to an upside-down head flying next to his window, and has he glanced out to admire the countryside, his eyes widened with surprise.
Yassen couldn't resist a smirk as he reached for the two pistols strapped to his thighs (much harder when one is hanging from a helicopter) and maintained eye contact as he held the gleaming metal out and fired a shot from each. The glass shattered and his target became a mess of blood and gore. The car swerved violently as Yassen was flown away.
While the pilot tried to figure out how to get him back into the helicopter, Yassen reflected on his accidental discovery. It was clean, allowed a confirmation of the target's death, kept the helicopter from landing, and prevented him from accidentally leaving any sort of physical evidence in the form of fibers. Definitely something he would have to improve on and try again. All in all, mission accomplished. Now if only he could get back into the damn plane before all of his blood rushed to his head.