Yuri Vasily walked alone inside the mall, looking at the many shops he passed as he continued along his route. There were so many people and stores, and so much stuff to buy, and so many people buying it. He could only imagine how long it would take someone to go through each store one by one. He would never see him doing that much work in the name of shopping. If he tried to even attempt such a feat, he would literally 'shop till he dropped.'

But there was no need to overwork himself, especially on such a day as today. It was his day to relax. He wouldn't trouble himself with worries of trying to get something done or any kind of work. He would simply enjoy the day. He had promised himself he would.

As he continued to walk along down the mall, his eye caught notice of a small stand selling glasses. Simple reading glasses, or just glasses that did nothing at all, just made you look different. He was thinking about what he had told Audrey, and what she had said about not being able to recognize him if he got contacts that corrected his eye color.

He smiled to himself as he headed to the glasses stand. "If that's the case, then you'll have a really hard time recognizing me with this..."

He walked up to the small stand and looked at the variety of glasses that were on display. There were so many colors, styles, and shapes, it was hard to choose. He made it easy for himself and picked out a simple pair of dark rimmed glasses.

"I like to get this." Vasily said, handing the glasses to the stand owner.

"That will be two Rubles." The stand owner said.

Vasily reached into the back pocket and pulled out his leather wallet. He reached in and set two Rubles on the table, paying the shopkeeper.

"Thank you very much." The stand owner thanked, putting the paper money into the register. "You have yourself a good one."

Vasily smiled and took the glasses. "You too."

He walked away from the stand and looked down at the glasses. They wouldn't help his vision at all, but it would definitely make him look different, especially to his students.

He put the glasses on and stared at his reflection in a glass window. He was right. He did look a lot different with glasses, like he was an entirely different person. He only smiled as to what Audrey would say once she saw him wearing them.

"That will definitely be a good reaction to see..." Vasily thought, smiling to himself as he continued walking down the mall.

Suddenly, a sharp pain went to his head, causing him to grab his forehead in pain. The pain was slow at first, but eventually caused him to stop walking altogether and steady himself against a nearby wall.

He had never had such a headache before in his life. He wasn't the type of person who got them, at least not regularly. That being said, he hadn't experienced headaches altogether, but this one was different. It was like it wasn't a headache at all.

He closed his eyes at the pain, trying to make it go away, but he couldn't. It just stayed, piercing his mind and continuing to send a sharp hot pain through his head.

Suddenly, he slowly started to begin hearing voices. It was faint at first, but he soon began to hear them clear as day...

"Sami Bog..."

"Remember, No Russian..."

The sounds of gunfire and screams sent another pain through his head, causing him to cover his ears in an attempt to block out the sound. But it was to no avail, the gunfire continued to rage.

"There right on time..."

"Check your weapons and ammo..."

"I've waited a long time for this..."

"Heh, haven't we all..."

More gunfire and explosions continued to rage, causing him more and more pain. He didn't understand what was going on. He had never heard this before in his life. How the hell could he? He had never fired a gun in nearly twenty years...

Vasily continued to cover his ears in pain. "What the hell is going on..."

"Hold your fire..."

"Good you made it, get in!"

"We sent a strong message with this attack ...-"

"That was no message..."

Vasily heard a single gunshot, silencing the gunfire and screams. The pain slowly began to reside and he started to finally recompose himself. As he slowly opened his eyes, he looked around. He was still standing in the mall, just as he had been. Yet he had heard gunfire as if he were right in the middle of a warzone.

He placed a hand to his forehead, whipping away the sweat he hadn't realized he had. He didn't understand what had just happened to him. He had never experienced such a thing in his life...

Vasily took a deep breath and sighed, trying to calm himself down. He quickly shook it off and forgot as soon as it appeared. He didn't want have to worry about things like that on his day off...

"11:25 Am..." Webb thought to himself as he looked down at his watch. The timing would be perfect. This would be the perfect time for an attack, during the middle of rush hour, when the mall was crowded.

Men. Women. Children. These where his targets. He had been thinking for days about how he could ever bring himself to murder the innocent, how he could kill innocent people. These were the thoughts that went through his head as he waited for the elevator to reach its destination.

He had taken the time to think it through. He wasn't a mass murderer, no matter what people would say. He would never kill anyone in cold blood, no matter what or who the person was. The only way he would ever kill if the circumstances demanded it, if the scenario was just right.

That was this scenario, the one where he would kill, but only if necessary. He would only shoot to defend himself, he would only kill to protect his life. Any one with a bit of sense wouldn't stand in his way. He would play those odds and hope no one tried to be a hero.

He just needed to follow the orders given to him. That's all he needed to do.

Webb looked down at the center of the elevator, staring at the object standing in the middle of it. A sleek black cylinder sat in the center, surrounded by a clear bullet proof case with handles on opposite sides. The entire object weighed at least a few dozen pounds, and could only be carried by two people.

He was one of the few who knew what was in the case. Nerve gas, potent enough to kill anyone standing within a hundred square radius in a contained space.

But this wasn't just any kind of nerve gas. This was going to be their weapon, their ace in the hole. It would all happen because of this simple gas.

He had read about nerve gas and knew its effects very well. A weapon of mass destruction and banned by the Geneva convention as a form of chemical warfare, nerve gas was anything but humane.

Tabun gas, a blinding agent. Sarin gas, a deadly chemical that causes the victim a horrible death by uncontrollable muscle convulsions. And the more deadly Soman gas, a toxic agent that shuts down the entire nerve system itself.

All these horrible weapons, all inhumane and lethal. And they were using one in itself.

But they were different. They were going to create a chemical weapon that was just as lethal, but one was precision instead. The nerve gas they had was a sixth agent of the nerve gas family. Hydrochloric Phosphoric gas. The most deadliest type of nerve gas ever created to date, and he was standing in a small elevator right next to it.

It's effects were lethal, but more 'humane' then its predecessors. Instead of causing the victim intense pain before death, this nerve gas caused the brain to shut down important vital organs, mainly the circulatory systems.

Once the victim is exposed to the agent, it takes only seconds before the brain shuts down the circulatory system. The heart fails, and the victim goes into cardiac arrest. After only a minute, the victim is dead, the cause of death a simple heart attack. The entire process swift and deadly.

But they still wanted to take it a step further, and that what this attack was about. While it would look like an attack to the public, it would actually be an experiment. If it succeeded, then they would be a step closer to their final goal. But it had to succeed...

Webb looked up at the elevator, watching the light travel closer and closer to the main floor. It was time.

"Masks on." One of the men in the elevator ordered. Webb and the two others did as they were told and quickly got their masks on. Webb placed the mask over his face and tightly secured it in a matter of seconds.

"Check your weapons." The man ordered. Webb looked down and checked over his UMP.45, making sure it was loaded and ready to fire. He then reached for his M9 and quickly checked it, making sure it was loaded as well.

There was a silence as everyone waited for the doors to open. Webb looked up at the light. They were only one floor away...

He looked over to Webb and the person standing beside next to him.

"Webb, Williams, get the canister." He ordered.

Webb placed one hand on the right side, grabbing a handle while the other did the same on the opposite side.

The leader turned from Webb to the final person standing in the back.

"Beckett, your with me." He said, looking at the man. "Clear a path and cover the canister."

The man in the back walked up and stood beside him, waiting in front of Webb for the elevators doors to open.

There was a small ding and the elevator doors opened. Webb grabbed one handle and helped carry the gas canister. As they stepped out, the leader placed a finger to his ear piece radio.

"USSA squad #0704, this is Miller. We are a go. Commencing trial one."

Webb, Miller, Williams and Beckett walked out of the elevator, guns drawn, ready to begin the goal of the destruction of Moscow.

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