The Russian soldier ran as best he could, stopping at every bit of cover he could find and turning back, firing his large machine gun. One of his smaller comrades turned to him as he caused their entry to cave in
"Sir! Why do you keep destroying things?" He cried over the loud fire.
"There is a saying I learned from my sergeant! More rubble, less trouble!" He kept firing until the way was completely blocked.
"Now, do you know who is following us?"
"Why yes..." The soldier turned, confused by his privates sudden change in accent. He stared in shock, his entire squad was dead. Only a tall French man stood in front of him. "I require your assistance. You may help me, or I may kill you."
"I'd like to see you try little man!" The large beast of a man started shooting once more, hundreds of bullets firing from the massive gun. After a few seconds the firing stopped. He grinned.
"You missed" The grin disappeared as fast as it came, as a rag covered his face. He collapsed to the ground.
"So, ye came?" The Scotsman's apathetic face didn't change as he took a large swig of the rum delivered to him. "Ye ken I've been oot ae the business fer a while"
"So, my friend, you are still the best, and you know that. She wouldn't be searching for you if you weren't."
"That's why ahm here. Tae stay away fae it all." He stood up, one eye glaring at the well dressed Frenchman "I think it's time you left."
The Frenchman lowered his head, walking toward the Scot.
"I am so sorry my friend..."
There was a smash, the rum spreading across the floor as the Scot was taken away.
BEEP.
"Dangit! Why won't she damn recognise anythin'?" The American looked back at his schematics, his program notes, blueprints. Everything on his desk to do with this project he studied, eyes looking for the problem.
BEEP.
The machine droned on in the background, pivoting left and right.
BEEP.
Someone stealthily moved through the large workshop. They stood behind the workman. He was taken away, and not a noise was heard.
BEEP.
