Two chapter's in one day? I know, it sounds crazy but I have to finish this story. Not that it is over yet… Plus I had to redo the last chapter so it won't happen very often. I try my hardest to write but sometimes I get tied up in life.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Call of Duty characters.

Welcome to the world of Stockholm syndrome

~The Fly on the Wall part 2~

Base- Location: Russia- Thirty minutes before leave

"There will be five marksmen that will be in the highest view. They will be our eyes and shoot down as many of the guards as they can. We will have radios to keep in contact when we separate. You know who you are sniper team. Get ready and move out with Gemini as the squad leader. Do not fail me and this team." Price said.

"Sir yes sir!" The men said in unison.

The chosen marksmen understood their duties to the full extent. 'Gemini' was a tough kid (barely twenty-two) as well as a hell of a marksman. He was the top recruit in marksmanship when he was in the special forces. At first glance the kid did not look like much with a scrawny frame and boyish face, but behind the scope, Gemini could put a bullet through a man's head. Looking at the men before the two officer's and the NCO, Ghost and Roach were standing as Price placed his hands behind his back. Looking at the rest of the group with his stern eyes, the men sat either on their knees with their weapons on the ground or they were standing with crossed arms.

"This operation is going to be simple. Blow up the wall of the prison... again."

Ghost lightly chuckled as Price said 'blow up the wall'. By now, he would have hoped that the Russian's would have rebuilt the wall that was blasted the last time they were there.

"I will throw a smoke grenade and that will be the signal to move in. Shoot only if shot at. Do not be fucking heroes and go in and get your asses shot. I will not be bringing home your bodies in a black body bag and explaining to your loved ones that you died being a fucking dumbass. There is no room for mistake."

'Too bad mistakes are made by new recruits.' Ghost thought.

He would know, when he was new to Task Force he wasn't the best of the best. Bad times and a bad memory to remember. He suddenly cringed at the thought.

"Once in, Rusty," Price eyes Rusty who was sitting on the floor, "You will lead the prisoner's outside the prison. Make sure you recognize them. Don't get them killed in the process."

The young recruit's eyes looked away from the Captain. At that moment, he was feeling kind of nervous. He was going to lead the prisoner's to safety.

"There will be a rescue helicopter and vehicles that will be at the location no less than an hour of our operation. We have to make the plan work as quick as possible. There will be guards on high alert because of a fight and as far as we know, the enemy is aware of our presence."

Ghost slightly shook his head. This warden was smart, he'll give him that.

"Our target, the warden, get a good look at him. Sources tell us that his friend, Igor, will be with him. Igor is not on our target's list but since he knows about the warden we would have to apprehend him. But our main concern is the warden."

Price threw down a picture on the table. The picture was barely visible, but one could see the facial features of the man they were after. Each of the men took turns trying to get a good look but once they had that image they had to try their best to not kill him.

The operation was clear to them now. Very clear and simple if one might add. Interrupt the fight by blowing up the wall, shoot if shot at- a firefight is bound to happen regardless- rescue the Captain and the American's, and capture the warden with Igor if possible. It sounds easy but a lot of things sound easier said than done. Each man had their own part; their hearts were pounding from the nervousness. Were they excited or were they scared?

It was kind of like separating the men from the boys.

'This should be interesting.' Ghost thought.

Ghost crossed his arms across his chest. It might be very interesting. Roach noticed the movement by the Lieutenant and lightly shook his head. Either he was annoyed or he just wanted to get this mission done with. This mission was going to show him that he could be a leader and that the chosen few had that ability, they just needed to prove it.


I looked to the gates of the prison. They were opening to a black car along with a truck that was covered in the back. A military vehicle no doubt but with some alterations to it; I have seen those back when we lived near a military base. John coughed right beside me making me jump a little. Looking at him, he was still pretty beat up, but he was being difficult to want to stay in the cell to rest more. I do not blame him. With the little rest that he had, John did not want to miss what was going on.

The prisoner's stood by their usual spot near one of the walls; they were watching as the vehicles stopped. The doors opened and out came a rather tall and skinny man. He scanned the area looking nonchalant with a serious looking face. Isaac, who was waiting at the top of his building, walked down the flight of stairs with a big grin on his face. He looked rather happy to see Igor with a black suitcase by his side. Sure enough it was money that he bet on the fight.

"Glad you could come, Igor." He said.

"I could not miss this fight for anything, especially when you got money on the line. Where is my weapon and my new drug you have promised me?" Igor scratched the back of his neck as he asked the question.

"Your items are safe in my laboratory. More drugs are being produced for your personal use. Do not worry so much for your items. You will have them by the end of the day."

"You know as well as I that the Captain's team will be here to rescue him. I was expecting my items to be on time and right before me as we exchange them."

"Do you doubt me Igor?"

"I cannot say that I don't nor will I say that I trust you either. You know things will get dirty as the day progresses. I better hope that I get what I came here for and not leave empty handed and hopefully my money was well spent."

"Trust me, you will."

They both walked over to the military vehicle. The guards that surrounded them looked like they were on high alert. They had to be for they will be handling a very dangerous man who was sitting in anticipation. Their rifles were held close to their chest as both the wardens neared the vehicle. I am guessing that there is something in there that they were afraid of by the stance the guards made.

Tension seemed to be around the small enclosed area as his laughter echoed through the prison walls. It sent a chill down everyone's spine; even the toughest guards had to feel that evil within his laugh. I got close to John as I held his hand tight. John tensed but kept his eyes forwards towards the vehicle slightly tightening his grip around my own hand. Boris' hair stood up as he took a fighting stance. The dog's teeth showed as the threat was emitting such a strong energy.

"Keep calm Katie." John told me.

Yeah, it was hard to keep calm with a monster in there. What came out of the vehicle was in fact a monster. You can hear the chains as he step out into the open cold air. There was a smile on his face as he breathed in deep. The man that was standing near the warden who motioned for the guards to grab the chain that bound him and walked the man towards the fighting yard.

My eyes could not look away from this man. He was, even John could describe, as being a big man. Full of muscle from his broad shoulder down to his calve muscles. This was Valik's opponent? It became very clear now that this was not a guard. Guards do not look like they work out very often, they do not have tattoos that cover them from the neck down, and they wouldn't have people chain them. Gang affiliation by the looks of his tattoo's or maybe he was part of the mob, but this man, this man just left me scared and speechless.

"WHERE IS THIS LITTLE FUCK THEY CALL VALIK?!" He yelled with a loud and sharp voice.

Yanking the chains that bounded him, the guards clutched the chains tightly in their grasp for the man was very strong. Once the man was at his spot, the guards around him had mixed feelings. The tension was very thick that even a knife could cut through it. One brave guard had the key in a shaky hand. The heavy material fell hard to the ground as this man rubbed his wrist without losing his smile. His eyes scanned the area, looking for Valik.

"OH VALIK, WHERE DO YOU HIDE?" He sang.

Isaac grinned as he looked towards Igor. Both their eyes met as if Igor knew what Isaac was thinking. A door opened with Valik walking out. My own heart skipped a beat as I tightened my grip on John's hand. He did not look at me but he kept his stare at Valik.

"Valik." I whispered his name.

The man that was his opponent began cracking his knuckles. Valik stood only a few feet away from him, his face not making any expression. The guards began to surround the area as the warden and the other man began to make their way to their seats. They looked just like V.I.P's and that made me want to just yell. Though, I know that I could not do anything. After what happened last time I again am useless.

"Kaite," John spoke, "Do not do anything stupid. Keep yourself aware."

"Okay, John." Those were the only words that came out of my mouth.

The guards around us were cheering and hollering for the fight to begin. Valik's opponent was stretching while Valik himself was only standing still. The only thing he has done was undo his vest and threw it to the floor behind him. Next came his shirt which the fabric came off easily revealing much scars and his muscles. Valik looked like a sitting duck out on the fighting grounds. Though I could not doubt what was going to happen next.

The referee walked in the middle of the yard. His eyes looked from both his opponent then over to Valik. He began to yell out their names, though the name of his opponent went by the Demon and from then on out I am pretty sure he was talking about the fight. I really hate the fact that I could not speak or understand Russian. Sometimes I wish that Valik could have taught me how to understand his language. Then again maybe I did not want to know what they were saying.

Both men were called forwards by the motion of the referee. The opponent stood tall before Valik. A creepy smile spread across his lips as Valik looked up to him. John was whispering something I did not hear. Boris on the other hand sat near me watching as his master, who seemed far gone, standing in front of a man who had a smile and was taller than him. Compared to Valik, this man was very muscular and he had this evil presence to him to add. It made me think that this was not going to go well at all.

"I have been waiting for this day to come. I have been training for the last month, breaking guards that fought me. I've had their blood on my hands. I have lost count on how many guards I killed in my training sessions. Do you know how your opponents blood tastes like, little man?"

Valik did not say a word.

"… Of coarse you do not know how blood of others tastes besides your own. Their blood may not compare to yours. Blood of a fighter tastes very vulgar at first but when you get use to it's strong taste, it becomes so sweet. I hope I do not kill you in one hit. Would be a shame to break a new toy." He closed his eyes and sniffed the air above Valik.

"I can smell that you are a man of no emotion. I love that smell."

"Do you know when to shut your mouth?" Valik said in a monotone voice.

A snarl came to the demon's face. The referee who has been watching the two interact knew it was time.

"FIGHT!"

The first punch was thrown by the demon. Quick and fast, my own eyes did not see him move but Valik took two steps back dodging the blow from hitting him in the cheek. He kept the routine going for a couple of seconds while the demon kept throwing punches left and right. The guards were yelling and cheering on the demon who was enjoying the cat and mouse routine trying to trap the mouse in a corner. Valik kept blocking the blows while moving his body backwards, throwing down the demons hands every time they made contact with his hands.

The demon was laughing at Valik's schoolyard fighting. His eyes met the dead eyes of the blue color in Valik's while a punch was heading straight towards him. He looked as if he was trying his best to not fight. Valik was on the defensive; he could not find an opening to the demon. Was there a weakness to him?

'There.'

Once the guard threw down the demon's hands, there was an opening. If he could use enough strength, Valik could punch him in the stomach which could probably knock him down or step back and give him a chance to get his composure. Either way, he thinks that the chance to even get a hit on him would not harm him at the least.

He would give him this, the demon man was quick. He tried again with the punches and this time his fists made contact with Valik's cheek. It hit hard and fast close enough to crack bone, I saw his head turn the other way and he struggled to stay on his feet. Too late, he fell hard to the ground pretty hard. I lightly yelled with tears coming to my eyes but I kept them back.

John flinched as Valik hit the ground hard on his left shoulder. Spitting out the red liquid that tasted metallic, Valik did not move after that fearing he may have dislocated his shoulder. The guards were thinking the fight was already over and the disappointment was on their faces. Not even ten minutes in the fight it already seemed as if it was already over. That brought the crowd to a standstill leaving us in a mere tense silence.

The demon was not so impressed as well as the men who bet on it.

'You have got to be fucking kidding me. That was it? This is what this fight has ended up? What a fucking waste.' He thought as he looked at the man who was lying still on the ground. Blood lightly painted the ground... only slightly.

I closed my eyes as the demon walked over to Valik's body. He had a disproved look on his face as he was looking at his weak opponent. Expecting to see more of a fight rather than just dodging his blows he was not impressed at all by this guard. Looking over to his warden, Igor could only shrug his shoulders. Even Igor could not say anything for his mind was racing with many questions. The warden and his 'friend' were sitting at the edge of their seats.

'Wonder if the fights over? Pity, what a loss.' Isaac thought to himself with a grin.

Standing over his opponent's body, he placed his leg on Valik's shoulder. The guard's eyes were closed, listening and feeling the cold foot one his shoulder. He felt no pain at all which was a good sign that it was not dislocated. Valik knew he was going to turn him over, but no one expected him to do something one might consider... cheating.

"Are you dead?" He said.

"Not likely." Valik spoke.

Quickly throwing a mixture of soil and snow into the face of the demon, his eyes became irritated and they were beginning to burn. Yelling curses towards Valik, the demon covered his eyes with his arms. Seeing his chance as his opponent was blind for the moment, Valik picked up his right leg and kicked it into his opponents knee cap. Feeling the pressure of the blow, his knee did not give out.

Isaac chuckled at the failed attempt that Valik was trying to do. The guard stared with wide eyes knowing now that this was getting more and more complicated by the minute. Valik saw his opening yet the demon did not go down. Was this guy invincible?

"That should of at least made him drop to a knee or if he kicked hard enough his knee would be misplaced." John said out of shock.

I opened my eyes and saw that the demon stomped down on Valik's leg causing him to grunt in pain. I flinched at the sight, but to my horror Valik did not seem to flinch. What the hell was going on? Were these men invulnerable to pain? Well, in the case of the throwing dirt in the eyes maybe not. This man grabbed Valik's leg. His tight grip was strong to a point that Valik could not get him to release his limb.

With his other leg, Valik tried to kick his opponent in the face. The demon moved his head uickly and with one leg in his grip, the demon began to turn around with Valik lifting in the air and threw him across the yard. Skidding on his back, Valik's flesh felt like it was being skinned raw on the concrete below him. The guards could only laugh at their fellow guard as he stopped just mere inches from them.

The demon took in a big gulp of air; moving his legs, he ran towards his down opponent and stomped on Valik's stomach making the man gag with the breathe knocked straight out of him. He kept kicking and kicking him until Valik was in a ball position. I was growing angry at the scene before me, making John look at me from a side glance. I wanted to run towards the man and fight him myself. I know if that happened I would die. I cannot see this anymore. I cannot see Valik die like this.

He kept groaning and gag up blood with each hard kick to the stomach, to his chest, and even to his head.

'Fuck!'

Valik began to cover his face with his arms as strong legs began to aim. The demon only laughed and kicked him harder and faster. Quickly, Valik grabbed hold of his foot and with all of his strength knocked him to the ground. My heart was racing with the anticipation. I could see the muscles in his arms and stomach as he got up, bending to one knee and throwing a punch to the demon's face.

Moving his head to dodge the hit, Valik's knuckles hit the ground causing his already beat-up fists to bleed even more. With his large hands, the demon held Valik's head and head-butted him causing the guard to stumble backwards.

"You cannot beat me." The demon said in a huff.

Grabbing once more to Valik's head, the guard did not struggle. He knew that his body was growing tired that every movement he made only cause him to move slow. His own heart was beating fast with so much blood covering the ground now, Valik's body moved when the Demon roughly smashed him into the ground.

"You are not stronger than me. You can never be strong no matter how tough your training. Just because a man can fight and kill another doesn't make them anymore a man. How you became the best fighter here, it is just a joke for me to laugh at." He mocked smashing Valik's head again. 'Men like you have a purpose to fight which makes them fuck up. Sever your weak bond's boy. You want to kill like any other.

Valik, who was close to passing out on the ground could hear the muffled voices of all that surrounded him. His head was throbbing with the warm red liquid of his blood covering his face. Large hands grabbed hold of the weaken guard's neck. Instinct took over when Valik threw his hands on the demons strong muscular arms, trying to pull him away. The demon's strong hands did not leave the neck of the guard. Only to grip tighter like a snake holding on to his prey; the demon would not let go.

"You are nothing." He whispered as he brought Valik close to him.

The guard merely coughed, trying to gasp for air. Isaac sat forwards in his chair, watching with anticipation as the cigar in his hand still burned. Was this the moment? Is Valik going to die by the hands of the demon? There was no way of telling. The way Valik floated about an inch or two off the ground was anyone's guess. The guard in the demon's grip was limp, yet his chest was moving up and down with every gasp he was trying to take.

"Your life has no purpose now. Look to all those who despise you. Be fueled by nothing in that place in your chest. Revenge, hate, sorrow, nor love can make anyone a better fighter. I fight because I simply love to." The demon looked into Valik's dead blue eyes. "Your simply worthless like the rest of them."

I was taken back by the scene that I did not notice I was clenching my fists. Anger, which was the only thing, was growing in me. Anger and fear. Valik was going to die here. He was limp in the large man's grip that by comparison Valik looked like David and the demon Goliath. There had to be something that I could do without having to do a repeat of last time. Something, but what? No one here besides John and Boris, would back me up.

John, I knew I was worrying him with the way my body was tensing up. He did not have to be looking at me to know. God! I wanted to yell at someone. I wanted to be brave like last time. I wanted to stop this fucking fight. I just have too...

"VALIK, STAND UP! VALIK!"

A muffled voice from within the crowd caught the demon's ear's. There, I caught his attention, which I guess was good thing considering he could not see me. I hid behind John my hands on his back while the captain tensed at my foolish touch and action. John did not look back to me; he only kept his gaze on the man who was looking for me.

"If he finds you, if he dares to touch you, I will make sure he does not hurt you Katie." He told me in a harsh whisper which made his accent sharp.

"I do not want to see him die for the love of God. He is limp like a rag doll in that man's grip. He already looks dead. I had to do something. Even if Valik cannot hear me in his current state, at least I can try to get through to him."

"He is too far gone. You know this Katie..."

"Keep on with the fight. Ignore that American girl." Isaac yelled over the crowd.

"American, unless you want this place to be your grave I advise you to control your tongue."

The demon looked to Isaac with Valik still in his coiled grasp and shook his head in understanding. He had more important things to take care of then to deal with me. He did not want me... at least not yet. Turning his attention back towards Valik, the large man roughly through him to the ground. The guards around him were spitting out curses and threats.

Body ready to give in, hands that were torn, arms that were barely holding him up, Valik could feel the pressure of the demon's foot on his back; he fell back to the ground. The demon's foot moved up to the back of his neck adding more and more pressure to him. It is looking like Valik is not even trying anymore. He knew that his body was done for. The voice that was yelling at him to hang on was slowly dying. In the fights, he would fight till the finish, but he is not even putting up a struggle.

I was beginning to wonder why he isn't throwing punches or even coming up with his plans like before. My eyes were close to tears knowing that this was Valik's fate. Clasping my hands together as if to pray, I was holding in a single breath.

John was looking a bit confused with his arms crossed over his chest. After all the training he has put him through, Valik isn't using what he was taught. Could it have been the drug that is causing this? What the hell was going on here? His eyes looked over to Isaac who had a smile on his face. Getting up from his chair he took out a cigar, lighting it with a match.

"KILL HIM!"

The guards yelled in a blood-thirsty cheer. John looked around; this was not going to end well. Doing what he was told, the demon lifted his leg targeting Valik's neck. He was going to stomp down as hard as he could to break the guard's neck ending the fight once and for all. From there I would lose the one man that helped me through this hell and Boris would lose his best friend. I clenched my hands tighter in my attempt at prayer while John placed an arm around me.

"No... It cannot end like this. Get up Valik... Get the fuck up."

He could feel himself drifting in and out of conscience. Tasting his own blood in his mouth, the red liquid covering his face making him look unrecognizable. He was going to die which there was no doubt about it. He was going to die and there is nothing he could do about it. This is what he wanted all along, right? He wanted death to come to him for a long time. He was breathing slowly now, waiting for his opponent to just get it over with. Bring him out of his pathetic misery.

"Break his neck!"

"Do it!"

"He deserves to fucking die!"

'They are right. I deserve it. After all this, I am a monster. Katie… I… I cannot bring myself to say it.' His mind was thinking. At least he did not lose it, maybe Isaac was his master but now, now he has nothing. Katie, he forgot her for sometime now. His body, his control, lost but not his mind. The drug, was it wearing off now?

"Say goodbye to this world you worthless dog."

He closed his eyes to the roaring world around him. Waiting for his end, it never came. Blood and brain matter fell to the ground and on top of Valik. The roaring crowd quickly stood still as the body of the demon man fell like a rock.

John and I stood still as the prisoner's began to talk amongst themselves in their own confusion. The guards began to scramble in a hurry holding their rifles close ready to shoot. Isaac began to walk away from the fighting grounds along with Igor at his side. They seemed to walk quickly. Something wasn't right at all.

"About time." I heard John say.

"You mean…"

"Yes."

The ground below us rumbled as the wall of the prison exploded. John quickly threw me to the ground, he on top of me, protecting me from the any debris that would fall. I yelled in shock closing my eyes as hard as I can as Boris ran over to his master who was still on the ground face down.


"MOVE!"

Bullets began to fill the air as the men started to run inside. Ghost took a few of the men while Roach did the same leaving only Rusty to figure out where the prisoners were located at and Price being the last to run out of the smoke. He had his eye on the target which was heading straight up a flight of rickety old rusty stairs.

"Any read on the target sniper unit, over?" He yelled over the radio.

'Two men went inside of a building just a few feet from the yard, over.'

"Copy that. Rusty, get the prisoner's to safety!"

"Yes Sir!"

Running as the bullets danced around him, his eyes focused on a group of women along with a few men huddling in a corner. They looked terrified; their bodies were shaking as he gotten closer to them. Pointing his weapon to the ground he bent down in front of them. On first glance, one would not recognize these people. Skinny from the lack of food, dirty, bruised, and to top it all off the women were carrying children in their stomachs. What these guards did to them, it wasn't hard to figure out. The men, their eyes looked dead. Fighters- maybe trying to protect the women. What kind of fucked up place was this?

Rusty did not know what to think but he had an objective.

'Get these people out of here. Move it Rusty.'

He felt a hand touch his arm. Jumping a mere inch off the ground, he looked in the eyes of the color hazel. Her hand was shaking violently, skinny, dirty, and very fragile.

"Are… A-are you here to help us?" A small whisper spoke.

Hope, a will to live, sadness, every emotion that was inside of every human on this Earth was inside of these people. Rusty could feel his heart drop to the lowest level as she spoke silently like a whisper. Her voice cracking as little tears fell out of her eyes. This is what they were… Treated and handled like disposable cattle.

Has man gone so low as to do this?

'Get back in the game.'

She was still staring at him. Was she waiting for an answer?

"Yes. Now, everyone get up. Follow me to safety and stay close."


With all the commotion going on around him, he could hear the sounds of men yelling and guns shooting their bullets to one another. He was still breathing, unfortunately. His heart was still beating; fast, but at least he was still alive to his own disliking. Something inside of him clicked -cliche as it may sound- the drug that was inside of his bloodstream was losing its control on him. He turned around on his back, the pain that he endured for the last hour or so was now aching in his body. Turning over took the very breath out of him.

Those blue eyes focused to see Boris in front of him standing tall with his fur standing up. He was snarling, protecting him from a man who was standing in front of them. He wore a balaclava with the imprint of a skull on the face with dark glasses that covered his eyes. This man pointed his weapon at Boris, waiting to see if he will attack. Both man and canine were staring down one another, waiting to see who would make the first move.

"Ghost, stand down!"

He heard a grunt from the man as he lowered his weapon.

"Soap."

There was a smile on John's lips as we both stood in front of the masked man. Boris was still growling at him, but in the corner of my eye I could see Valik slowly getting up. Wiping the dirt off him, he did not look to me. His body was badly beaten up, surprisingly he still stood after all he went through. The fighting was still going on around us so we had to hurry up with this little reunion. I felt like a sitting duck. The mask man quickly raised his weapon to Valik, but John was fast too. He ran and placed his hand on the weapon and lowered it.

"Ghost, it's okay. He's a friendly."

"Friendly?" He repeated with an English accent. It may seem that these men are in the same unit or whatever it was they were in.

"Yes. He is a Russian guard but he is on our side... I hope." John stammered.

"You hope? You're fucking kidding me. I'll deal with him later as of now we have to get the warden."

Annoyed, the man reached down to his holster holding a pistol. He threw a small handgun to John who caught it without even blinking. Looking at the weapon that was giving to him, John did not want to argue with the man. I called Boris to come to me and the dog listened but still kept a glance at the complete stranger who almost shot his master. I looked to my side for just a moment and found that Valik was missing. He was there not too long ago and now he was missing.

A bullet went flying past my face making me focus back to the world around me. My eyes widened as I looked and saw four guards running towards us.

'Shit.'

"Katie, take Boris and head outside the walls. GO!"

Not a moment's hesitation I just ran. Pain crying in my muscles, I ran as fast as I could. Running, not looking back, I felt kind of stupid but my life and the lives of others were in the balance. There was no time to look back or a bullet will end you. With Boris at my side I was running blind through the bullets and the noise all around me. I haven't ran this fast in a long time. My legs were hurting so much but Boris kept running faster and faster.

There was debris everywhere on the ground. It reminded me of the time when the first attack happened and this was my opportunity to escape this hell hole. Freedom was just a few yards away. Only a few more steps, the tears were about to fill my eyes but I could not cry.

'Push yourself. Keep going. Your almost there.'

Before I knew it I hit the ground hard. Freedom was close until I felt a sharp pain in my right leg. Looking down at my leg, I saw blood on the ground. I have been shot. I have been fucking shot in the leg. I clenched my fists and yelled. My voice hoarse, I yelled and cursed everything. I was close; I was so fucking close to the outside. It was there. I could only be angry at this. Someone just shot me, maybe not on purpose; well it could have been that. The guards wanted me dead anyway. Accident? Not likely but possible too.

I took a deep breath in, this was going to hurt a lot but I had to get out. The guards are too busy fighting off these men. My lucky day or what? Pain or not, the adrenaline inside of me was pushing me off the ground. The warm red liquid ran down my leg until I reached the outside of the prison.

I was standing, in pain, but was standing to the nothingness of the terrain. I was breathing fast, my lungs were hurting, and every part of my body was hurting. I than saw this young looking man coming up to me. His weapon was pointing down, but Boris quickly stood in front of me. He was growling at the man, ready to attack him if he came any closer.

"Do you speak English?" I said.

I had to make sure that he was not a Russian guard.

"Yes. I speak English."

No Russian Accent, but that doesn't clear anything. Though I have seen mostly every guard in the prison, this man was military. Rank, last name on the uniform, everything a man in the military has. This man, he is with the rescue group. Thank God. My knees were weak, from the bullet in my leg but also from relief.

I feel to the ground again. Boris quickly looked back and ran to me. I felt him licking my hand. I had a smile on my face, even though the bullets were still flying on the inside of the prison. All that mattered now was that I was finally free.


A/N: Do not worry, it is not the end of the story. Just the end of the two part chapter. The next chapter, we'll find out what happened to the other characters. The fight isn't over yet. It is just begun my reader's. I just have to get Katie out of there. What will happen to Isaac? What of Valik? Ghost and Roach? Find out.

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