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CHAPTER TEN: In The Devils Defense

Kascef sincerely wanted to stay for the boy's death, but time was of the essence. The plan was almost coming together after 20 years, it was within reach. Kascef watched from the helicopter as the guards loaded the girl into the back of the truck. The guards closed the back and went along with their business. The guards were going to the control center, and they rode in the back of another truck. The helicopter took off heading east, though all sides looked the same.

The guard had burned two sides of Alex, he continually screamed. The guard went to begin the third side as Alex closed his eyes and his head fell back. It was finally over, the guard watched; it looked like Alex had given up. The guard put down the rod and unlocked Alex rolling him onto the floor. Alex hit the ground, his bare flesh rubbing against the cold dirty surface. They guard had taken Alex's shirt off but left his black military cargo pants on. The guard approached Alex victoriously, he thought he had won. Alex's eyes opened, he was looking at the ground, and he heard the guard come. Closer and closer. Alex spun around, lying on his back and in an instant he had leg-swiped the guard. The guard fell back, slipping onto the steel rod. He was lucky it was cool and he would survive.

Alex stood up, and picked up the blowtorch and lit it up, smiling from behind the curtain of blue and yellow flame. He placed the blowtorch next to the guard, missing him. The guard looked over and began to weep. Alex placed the flame on the rod, lighting it into a red beam. He wouldn't try to pull it out now, Alex thought. Then he looked around and for some strange reason, he thought of Sabina and he turned off the torch and grabbed the guards AK-74 and his handgun and ran with all three.

Alex ran through the empty halls of the palace to the back door, only a little bit to see what was going on, the guards were stepping in to trucks. But to where? And then there was another truck, Sabina, Alex thought. And behind that truck a long steel where extended from the back onto a crate. Alex could have climbed into the crate, but when they opened it, he would be target practice. Then he remembered only 6 days ago, when he was trying to get into MI6 Special Operations section in London. How he ripped the door off. Alex smiled and crawled out the door, he slid across the floor, dragging dirt with him.

He lifted the hook off of the crate and slid toward the door again. He placed it on the handle, and then he crawled back inside. Alex knew that the truck would back up and go quick in order to start. The truck backed up as Sabina banged on the door. The truck automatically picked up speed, ripping the door off its hinges dragging it behind, and hanging on the back by the doorknob was Alex.

There are things a spy needs to survive, one is planning, and the other is sensibility. Alex in doing this had neither. He had barely planned this, but had no idea that guards would be approaching by Dune buggy. They approached quicker and quicker as Alex looked around. He noticed the buggies approaching faster, one driver and one shooter. The shooter hanged over the top and fired, his bullets bouncing off the dirt, like a meteor hitting the Earth. Alex watched as they came closer, reloading their guns. Alex looked at the blowtorch. He threw it onto the floor; it rolled under the wheel of the first buggy. The buggy exploded into the air, it landed with a bang, and a crash, glass spreading all over the desert floor, and the second buggy had barely missed it. And it was speeding up.

The bullets shot past Alex as the door sped along the floor. Alex still had a gun and he was going to use it. He shot the AK at the car, the gun shot blowing Alex's arm into the air. He missed. Alex shot gain at the car; it was approaching fast, so close that Alex could see the rage in the driver's eyes as he pressed the gas. The guard shot again this time hitting the door; it made a loud metal sound as it bounced back missing Alex by only inches. Alex fired again, this time hitting the tire. The car flung to the left, sending the shooter into the door, breaking his ribs. The buggy flipped landing both men on their heads. The truck continued on. Alex looked around; suddenly he found it, the retractor. He had the shot perfectly aimed, he was about to fire when he felt a push, he looked behind him, staring into the face of a sixteen-wheeler truck. Alex aimed the AK and fired, it made a line along the windshield but missed the driver.

Alex looked at the silver bumper of the truck as it came closer, engine roaring like a beast. Alex shot the front of the truck; it began to smoke from the engine, the truck swerved to the side. Alex finally saw the gas cap, he shot at it and with the third shot it hit. It exploded into the air heading straight towards Alex. Alex turned and with his last few bullets shot at the retractor lever, it hit and began pulling Alex. The wreck began to fall in a fiery ball of metal and death. Alex jumped near the top of the door as the truck landed, ripping the bottom half off. Alex turned around he was near the truck; he opened the door and looked at Sabina.

"Hi, Sab," He said smiling.

Sabina looked at Alex, he was still shirtless and had an AK-74 in his hands. She ran to him and hugged him; she felt the burns on his side.

"I thought you were dead," She said still hugging him.

"Almost."

She felt the burns, he groaned a little. "What are those?" She asked.

"They are burns. From Kascefs torture session." Alex replied spitting." His face was still bruised and he still limped, but overall he was fine.

"He tortured you! What did he do?" She said getting angry.

"I'll tell you, but you can't do anything stupid." She nodded. "He gave me a couple punched, broke my legs and gave me these burns, but the fool didn't kill me."

"You make it sound like nothing."

"As long as I'm not dead, now excuse me I have to find out where we're going." He ran to the edge of the truck as the door dragged behind. He jumped out and twisted himself luckily grabbing the roof on the outside edge. He hung over and smiled as he pulled himself up onto the roof. He ran along the roof ducked down, he finally approached the head car; he jumped down on the passenger's side and opened the door to find a guard driving. He pointed the gun at him.

"Drive!" Alex screamed over the roar of the engine.

The driver looked calm as he spoke in an American accent. "My name is David Titan and I am with the CIA. I'm here to stop Kascef."

Alex didn't know whether to believe him, but he would keep his eye on him

"But you know, in the Devils defense, Kascef picked a good spot." The American spoke, keeping his eye on the road. He was right, Alex thought, a great spot to control the world or destroy it. They headed north though Alex didn't know which away from the other. The sun was still far above them and the truck went at least 65. Whatever it was that Kascef was planning they only had half an hour to stop it. In the Devils defense, Alex thought, he had picked the Devil had picked a good partner. Too good.