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Eagle burst out laughing at the Russians but the rest of the unit look displeased.

"You should have told us this earlier," Wolf said. "How can you not know how to swim?"

"Well, we were learning other things instead," Mikhail muttered defensively. Wolf shook his head in wonder and waved Sergeant over.

"Unless you're dying, I don't need to hear complaints," Sergeant said.

"We cannot finish the course as a unit," Wolf said. "They cannot swim."

The Sergeant arched an eyebrow at the Russians. "Bloody file was useless," he growled. "Alright, then starting tomorrow the two of you are going to learn to swim. How can you be expected to keep up if you'll be incapacitated by a puddle."

Alex felt a little smug. Sure, he liked the Russians well enough. They had both been polite to him and Mikhail was a good laugh, but Dimitri had surpassed him at every task so far. Finally he was better at something and he wanted to enjoy the moment.

The Sergeant's tirade finished and the unit trudged back to the cabin. After a quick stop K-unit would be going to see their psychologists while Alex and the Russians would be staying behind. It was the perfect chance to find out about Yassen without unwanted ears.

Mikhail led the way back, still blushing a little from his shortcomings. Alex could tell that he was not happy. Mikhail pushed open the door and the others followed. None of them were prepared with what greeted them.

Alex heard the chillingly familiar click of a gun being cocked and froze. Standing in the cabin holding a gun to Mikhail's head was a man dressed in black. He had the cool eyes of a killer and sneered when the rest of the unit walked in. The man glanced at Dimitri and then looked at Alex with a smirk.

"I suggest nobody moves," the man said in a heavy Russian accent. Wolf subtly reached for the gun with Snake, standing in front of him, as cover. A shot rang out and Wolf swore while clutching his arm. Blood welled from a bullet wound and then the unit noticed the second mand dressed in the same uniform as the other step from the shadows.

"We are not the only ones here," the first man said. "Much backup is also here. We can do this easy or hard. I have orders to capture or kill you two, but my reward is much greater if you are alive," he said to Dimitri and Mikhail.

"Who do you work for?" Dimitri asked cooly. Alex noticed how his eyes flickered to Mikhail. The man chuckled and his partner pushed up the sleeve of his shirt revealing a familiar marking. The letters M. A. were scarred into this man's arm.

The Russians had both been relatively calm until know, but Alex saw Dimitri stiffen at the letters and Mikhail's usually smiling face turned grim.

"You cannot escape," the man said. "No one gets out."

"If it is the money you are after then perhaps we can make a deal," Dimitri said. The man laughed.

"You may be rich, but your father has much more wealth. I'm not fool enough to double cross him like you did. Besides, I'll get an extra bonus for bringing that boy right next to you too. Now, drop your weapons or this handsome young man gets a bullet through the head," the man said.

Dimitri hesitated but reached for his holster. Alex paused uncertainly at looked to see what K-unit did. The men clearly wanted him for something too, and if the two fearless Russians were afraid then these men were much more dangerous than they seemed.

"We will not go back," Mikhail spoke for the first time and tried to elbow the man holding him hostage. Two shots rang out and blood welled from the two men. Both fell forward with bullets through the head.

Alex looked up to find a third men holding a gun. Mikhail grinned at the man.

"Cпасибо*," he said. The man nodded then frowned.

"You two are great trouble," he replied. He walked over to the dead men and pulled a wire out of one of their ears. He crushed it beneath his shoe and turned back to the Russians.

"They had the place surrounded and have already moved in. We must go; it is not safe here. All here will be dead by nightfall."

The man then turned to K-unit and raised his gun again.

"I have faked my death once, and it cannot be faked again. I'm afraid the witnesses must die," he said. Alex paled as he stared down the barrel of a gun once more. The man ignored K-unit's weak protests and leveled the gun.

"It will be quick," he said.

"Ждите*, Akim," Dimitri said. "You cannot kill him."

Everyone looked surprised at this. Dimitri had never showed emotion for anyone but Mikhail, and had certainly never gone out of his way to help Alex. Akim, the man, looked equally surprised.

"почемy?" Akim asked. "Getting emotionally attached is a dangerous buisiness. Anyone who is a risk needs to die."

"You cannot kill him," Dimitri repeated, "because he is the son of Rider. You help us, you must help him."

Alex stared at Dimitri in surprise.

"How do you know my-" he started to ask but Dimitri cut him off.

"Now is not the time," Dimitri said. "Let us leave."

To Alex's surprise Akim nodded and led the way out. Wolf growled unhappily and tried to protest, but a worried K-unit agreed to follow the Russians. They heard gun shots ringing behind them and started to run. They reached the launch pad and Alex paused, waiting for a helicopter to land. Instead Akim nodded to the nearest plane.

"We'll take this," he said and climbed in. Dimitri nodded and he and Mikhail followed. Dimitri turned back.

"We do not care whether or not you come," he said to the unit and Alex. If you stay here you will die, that is certain. If you want to see Yassen, you will come, for we will be seeing him soon. If you want to die you can stay."

With these grim words Dimitri boarded the plane. Alex turned to K-unit.

"We should go," Wolf said before Alex could say anything. "This is a lot bigger than anything we've done before, but I feel as though it is something important that we must get involved in." K-unit nodded and Alex, eager to find out more about Yassen and how everyone knew his father, boarded the plan. Mikhail smiled when he saw them.

"I am glad you decided to come," he said. "As is Dimitri, though he will not show it. He's helping Akim take off. Make yourselves comfortable, it is a long flight."

"Where are we flying to?" Fox asked.

"Russia, of course," Mikhail said. "Safest place is where the enemy will never think to look."

"Who exactly are the enemy?" Fox asked.

"Later," grunted Mikhail. Wolf let out a groan and the others quickly lowered him to the couch. Alex glanced around in awe at the private jet. A large couch, a bed, and a few booths and tables were in the main cabin. It was luxurious.

Snake bent over him in worry. "He needs a hospital," Snake said. "I don't even have supplies, and I know field work procedure, not proper emergency care."

The plane took off and Alex breathed a sigh of relief, though in truth he wasn't sure that he was any more safe with the Russians.

After five minutes of the flight Dimitri walked in.

"We have enough gas to get there without stopping," he said.

"Wolf needs the hospital," Snake said. Dimitri sighed.

"We cannot stop," he said. Dimitri walked over to Wolf with a medical kit in hand. He opened the kit and pulled out a needle. He stabbed Wolf with the needle and injected the substance.

"What are you doing?" Snake cried out.

"The wound must be stitched closed. I'm sure he would rather not be conscious for it," Dimitri said dryly. Snake nodded and stood back. Dimitri applied a cleaner to the wound then threaded a needle and began to sew the skin together.

Wolf slept the rest of the flight, but the others did anything but. Alex played a few games of chess with Mikhail, who was surprisingly good. Dimitri left the main cabin and did not return until just after they landed.

"There is a black car waiting. Do not speak to anyone on the way there, or to each other," he warned.

The unit followed Mikhail and Dimitri with a dreary Wolf. They entered the car and Akim got in back. The driver took off as soon as the door closed. Akim sighed and pulled out black cloth from his bag.

"We are going to a safe-house. It would be foolish to allow so many to know where it is. Put the blindfolds on," Akim said. Wolf scowled and shook his head.

"No, we've been cooperative enough already."

Akim pulled out his gun. "Put them on, or we kick you out here. You would not last long, trust me."

With great reluctance K-unit put them on as did Alex. Mikhail smiled at Alex reasurringly but didn't put on a blindfold himself.

They drove for a few hours with K-unit, even the exuberant Eagle, silent. Dimitri, Mikhail, and Akim spoke quietly in Russian, but otherwise it was quiet. After a few hours the car came to a stop and Dimitri opened the door. Mikhail and Akim helped lead the unit into the house.

"We are here. You may remove the blindfold," Akim said. Alex reached up and undid the knot holding the cloth to his face. He blinked as light entered his eyes. They were in a house that put the plane to shame. High ceilings and elaborate paintings decorated the room. Alex started with surprise when he heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, little Alex."

AN: Another chapter's up. I'm sure you can all guess who the mysterious voice's owner is.

*The Russian words I used are the following:

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