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I couldn't wait… the events of this chapter kept bothering me… so I had to sit and finish it… Hope yall like it..!

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Chapter 15

"Target in sight," he spoke into his hands free. The man was perched at a rather uncomfortable spot high above the ground, behind a billboard that sold a brand of batteries that claimed to last forever. His eyes fixed on the eye-piece of his automatic weapon; he waited for orders to proceed. Minutes passed when he watched his prey carefully, judging his slightest move.

A woman made an announcement over the intercom, informing the travelers about a delayed flight. The information seemed to have disturbed his target as the worries on his face deepened. He watched him as he rubbed his face on his palms several times, as if trying to rub off his unease.

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Kai tried to hold on. It seemed like he had been in the dark for ages. The small claustrophobic space had tried to drive him insane. It forced him to relive some of the most horrific experiences of his past. Every time he shut his eyes, his mind dragged him back to a memory he had struggled to forget.

He tried to concentrate on controlling his every breath. Head heavy with a pounding ache and every muscle in his body tense with pain, he felt like he was drowning, like he had only so much time left.

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The corridor was noiseless, occasional footsteps echoed through it then faded away. The white coated lab technician hid behind a wall the led away from the straight passage, at the very end. This area was not monitored; he had disabled the cameras himself. It has been several minutes since he had arrived, fear caught hold of him. What if Boris found out? He bounced on his toes to shrug the feeling off his mind and shut his eyes.

"What do you have for me?"

He gasped at the sudden sound, "what took you so long?"

"Why did you call me here?"

"You must know I-I did not have a choice… they got it… and I had to…"

"Just get to the point!" the technician was behaving like a puzzle. It had taken him a long time to train this idiotic man. Ever since he had been working undercover, he had been searching for a loop-hole in Boris's design and had managed to find it just a few months back.

The man sold him vital information from inside the labs of a 'Biovault', which was striving to reform itself. At many points he had managed to help him go invisible when he had to have an urgent conversation with Samuel. This, on the telephone network the Boris constantly monitored. But then activities form his end came to an abrupt halt when news spread amongst the workers of a 'rat' inside Biovault.

Today, he had called him to meet. This must have been important. He watched as the man dug his hands deep into his coat pockets and retrieved something. No! he was stunned. The technician handed the phone to him.

"They asked me to retrieve all the data. I tried to convince them otherwise, but they…" BANG.

He stared into the eyes of the technician as the man fell. Blood stained his white coat and he dropped to the ground. Dead.

"Well, you get the gist!" Boris walked in from behind him, "rats don't have a long life, do they?" he was looking at the man he had just killed. "Do they Daniil?"

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Judi sat at the foot of the hospital bed looking over her son, bundled up in bandage that hid his wounds from her. She sat there hoping that her presence added to his energy, somehow.

The doctors had already notified her about Xedozephine. How if the drug hadn't a role to play, Max would have been almost completely recovered by now. Even Judi could not seem to get herself to accept the suggestion that Kai was a possible suspect. She let out a sigh and once again looked at her son through the cloud of stress that had been building in her life for the past few days.

People kept walking in and out of the room. Constantly monitoring, taking readings, keeping his temperature in check, taking blood samples. She was even asked about food several times and every offer she refused. She just sat there waiting for a sign of progress in Max's health, distantly aware that all of his team mates were scattered around the room. All, except Kai.

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He was completely submerged now, lying on the floor of a massive ocean. The intense pressure in the water around kept him nailed to the ground, making it impossible for him to move. The pain he felt had risen to a height where he felt no pain, just a numb presence.

He had felt the ocean vibrate a few times; probably they were moving it to some place. He waters muffled all the sounds that tried to reach him and so he had to strained his ears to hear.

"… this one stays out of … scanner as promised." It was a deep voice, "but… will get … payment."

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"Your payment is waiting for you outside. You have done a wonderful job. Come let's take a walk, get some of that fresh air in our lungs, huh?" the tall man dressed in a black coat turned around and walked off. "Come on!" it sounded like an order and the heavily built airport worker obeyed, dragging along the trolley holding the box.

They walked until they reached outside the back of the airport. The night was old and the chilly breeze of Russia bit its way through their coats. The man stopped when he reached a large van. He knocked on the back door thrice and three other men opened the door and jumped off the vehicle. He held out his hand and one of the men handed him an envelope, puffed with too much money.

"Here you go. Your payment" the man held out the envelope. "Come on now, take it."

The airport worker hesitated, then inched closer and grabbed his money and quickly moved away.

"Load it," came the order and the three other men lifted the box off the trolley and pushed it into the back of the van. "Charlie, get the money back," the man in the black coat was fixedly looking at the airport worker. "He looks a little too happy with himself."

Charlie followed the directions.

"… and make sure you shut him up properly."

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"Judi, wake up," it was a voice that came from some place far away. "Judi, its Max, he is awake." As much as she longed to stay awake, there came a point where the tiredness and fatigue lulled her to sleep. Knowing that her son was close to her she fell asleep where she had been sitting for a long time, at the foot of his bed.

"Judi…" it was the excited voice of Hillary that was trying hard to wake her. "Please wake up." She bolted upright, the jolt making her head waver a little. She tried to focus on what was happening. Gradually the world stopped spinning before her eyes, her vision cleared and she could see Max sitting in front of her, propped up by several pillows. He looked completely drained, but that everlasting ever-cheerful smile still managed to brighten his face.

"Max!" she leaped out of the chair and gathered her son into her tight embrace. Her son, whom she had almost lost forever. Finally her tears fell free and she sobbed as she felt Max hug her back. "Max…"

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The devils of silence danced in the darkness of the closed cellar. With nobody else to go after, they merrily sliced the souls of the few present. They listened carefully to the wretched screams of those bleeding minds; a sound only they could hear, then ran their blades through them again to cut another portion.

Tala groaned in his sleep. His body had given in to the tortures, the meaningless pain and the thoughtless actions of one man who had weaved himself a pointless dream. In this dream this man saw himself rule the world. He motioned to get up, but a hand gently pushed him back down.

"You should rest," it was Spencer's voice that echoed in the cellar. Tala opened his eyes slightly, "you are running a fever again" he heard him say "here…" he slid the make-shift pillow he had made out of their tattered clothes, under Tala's head and brushed his red hair out of his sweaty forehead.

"… umm-he said he will come later. Is he here? I can he-ar him…"

"shh- there is no one here now."

The world was falling apart as the past threatened to haunt their present. It looked like the wrath of one man's insane dream was going to cost them their lives. They all knew that this was nothing to do with them testifying against Boris in court. If that was the reason, then why were they still alive? No, Boris was just a pawn. The chessboard had been laid by someone much bigger, and he was playing for both the sides.

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The air conditioning kept the airport cool, but yet little beads of sweat kept erupting on his forehead, keeping the anxious quiver inside him alive.

"Yes?" he answered his vibrating cell phone.

"They know. He knows," the man on the other end sounded completely out of breath, his voice was shivering. "He knows you are on this case."

"What?"

"The ce-cell phone I had dispose… he found it. I had thrown it into the river… he has all the data."

"Daniil you are not making any sense." Samuel stood up. "This is insane, where are you?"

"He is here with me,"

"Daniil?"

"Boris." Samuel held his breath, "I know, Daniil might not be making any sense. Well, how can he when there is a gun pointing at his head?" he gave out a fake laugh. "I have already decided what his future will be, and I am in the process of deciding yours. Run if you can."

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TBC

Aahhh…. That felt niceee..! I love to keep my characters hanging on for dear life…

Please RnR…!