Sorry it took so long. It's a little rushed, but I need reviews! FLAMES AND ALL!
Chapter 2:
Discovered
Yassen peered out his room window, his gaze sweeping the space between the building and the perimeter fence. After a minutes wait, two guards walked past the inside of the perimeter fence, stopped at the corner floodlight, and turned around. Yassen was content with the work he'd done on the guard roster. He had been here only a week, and he had pulled all the guards firmly under his control. He walked out of his room, to the surveillance, and checked that everything was on track. The guards positioned there acknowledged him with a nod or a brief glance, but continued on their work. Yassen seemed satisfied, and walked out of the building, towards the main gate.
"Everything on track?" He asked the guard stationed at the gatehouse.
"All's going well. Nothing to unusual." He replied.
"Good." Yassen said. He turned and walked back towards his room. As he did, something glinted, catching the edge of his vision. His head snapped towards outside the fence. His piercing blue gaze swept the surroundings. No cars ever came up here except the delivery trucks. They were too high up and on the wrong angle to catch light reflected off boat windshields. Yassen looked closer.
There!
Hidden behind some bushes, and on a slight rise, came the glint of binocular lenses. Yassen turned and walked purposely back to the gate.
"Double the security." He ordered. The guard gave him a puzzled look, but obeyed.
"Double roster. Repeat double roster." The guard radioed it all over the complex. Soon, ten guards stood the gate, and patrols were where given orders to increase checkpoints and radio in every ten minutes. Yassen walked back to where he had seen the observer. They had gone.
"Good luck getting in." He muttered, and continued back to his room. He grabbed the case from under his bed, and pulled out the gun with a silencer, slipping it under his pillow. What he didn't know was that the base was already infiltrated.
Yassen woke to the torrents of rain hitting the roof so hard it sounded like the rattle of machine guns. He lay still for a while, the silence of the night filled with the sound of the rain. Suddenly, the sound was broken by the tread of heavy boots outside his door. This was expected, but judging by the pace, whoever this was, they didn't want to be found. Yassen pulled the gun from under his pillow, and tucked it on his belt. He grabbed his coat off the end of his bed.
Opening the door and peering out into the hallway, he caught sight of the figures dressed like a guard, exiting the building. Yassen followed. The man slipped hurriedly through the guardhouse, and towards the warehouse. He slipped into the warehouse, with Yassen just behind. The man walked hurriedly across the un-loading doc, towards the off-limits area. This was enough proof for Yassen.
"You! What are you doing?" He called, his voice echoing across the empty doc. The man froze, fear chilling the air around him. He turned his head, shock registered clearly across his face. His grey eyes were wide with shock, and a faint glimmer of recognition.
"I dropped my keys earlier, I was just getting them." He said, slowly, carefully. He picked up a set of key lying on a bench, and held them up for Yassen's inspection. "See?"
Yassen's eyes narrowed, but he flicked his head for the man to go. The man walked hurriedly back to the guardhouse. Yassen walked back to his room, deep in thoughts.
He looked like- no, no relation, just my memory playing tricks. Yassen argued with himself. But the man did echo some of John Rider in his face. Coincidence or just pure mistake? Yassen didn't know. He returned to his room, and fell into a shallow sleep.
Yassen kept a close watch on the man after that. Nothing unusual happened until a delivery a week later. Yassen was supervising another midnight delivery, watching as the guards un-loaded boxes and crates from the truck. The man was there, working as hard as any other guard, carrying boxes or crates. Every so often, Yassen would glance in his direction, and the man would sense his glance, working so he had his back to Yassen.
"All un-loaded!" called a voice from near the truck. Yassen's attention was directed at the truck, and at the guard that had signalled. The man, unnoticed by Yassen slipped in the door of the sorting room, towards the staircase.
"Good work. Dismissed." Yassen called. The men headed towards the guardhouse, or towards their next shifts. Yassen scanned the crowd for the man, and guessed that he was just out of view. Yassen started to walk back to his room when a noise behind him stopped him.
He immediately crouched behind a bench, out of view. The door handle of the storage room was turning. The door opened, and the man stepped out, shoving a scrap of paper into his pocket. Yassen stayed hidden as the man jogged back to the guardhouse.
There is something not quite right here. He thought, and walked back to the gates.
Ian Riders POV
That Yassen is on to me, he knows what I'm here for. I just have to stay low. Find out more, then get the heck out of here, before he murders me.
A week later
Yassen's POV
After another round of deliveries, Yassen was called to the underground base. Sayle was waiting at the bottom of the staircase.
"The security needs to be pushed up. We are approaching the launch of Stormbreaker. In another few weeks, we will launch. We need double the security. And we need it now. The loading doc is the only place in this building guards are allowed. The rest is strictly off limits!" Sayle was as strict as ever. Yassen walked back up the staircase, and towards the door. He stepped out into the silence of the loading doc, and walked towards the gates.
"Sayle wants a double security. His orders, not mine." Yassen knew the men hated double security. It meant longer shifts or hauling boxes for twice as long. Yassen checked the roster for the next delivery, and found he had almost a full four hours to spare. He walked back to his room, and slept for two of them. He got up with two hours for spare time and decided to check that everything was good to go. As he approached, a noise from inside triggered suspicion in his head. He opened the door slowly, and caught the man halfway across the room. He stepped quickly inside and called out.
"You can't have lost your keys again, now, can you?" Yassen said, though he said it softly, it rang through the silence of the room, low and cold. The man stopped, and turned to face Yassen.
"No, I haven't. My mate lost something in here. He reckons on of the sorter's might of carried into the other room. I was just going to check." The mans voice was even, not stiff or hurried as it might have been if the man had something to give away. Yassen knew not to trust the voice. He looked at the man's eyes and for an instant, his ice blue eyes bored into the storm grey of the mans. There he saw fear, more than he saw in any other guards, buried under the false cover of slight surprise.
"I'll get the sorters to bring up any lost items to the gatehouse. You can check in the morning. Now off you go." Yassen said, voice so low and cold that the air almost cooled around him. Then man almost jumped at the invitation to leave, and eagerly accepted his patrol. Anything to escape Yassen's presence and the stare of those cold, threatening, blue eyes. Yassen picked up the radio from his belt as it buzzed.
"Trucks up and coming. Open the doors." Yassen would have to wait to think, he had another delivery.
Ian Riders POV
He knows. He knows. How could I be so stupid! I was careless. Now.
The next day
Yassen POV
That was it. That man must be interrogated. If nothing comes up, he is on strict watch. If even the slightest hesitation, he will be killed. But for now, I search his room. Yassen thought. He ordered a special squad to accompany him to the man's room. He watched as they unearthed a mobile, a number of small weapons and a few other things. Yassen flipped the phone, and looked at the call record. The same number. He hit call, and waited. The other end picked up with a pre recorded message. Yassen only needed to hear the first two words.
"Report status." Yassen snapped the phone shut, and thought hard for a bit. SCORPIA wouldn't send an agent, that left only one thing. Yassen swore in Russian, and tightened his grip on the phone, wishing he could crush it.
"Capture him. MI6." Yassen rounded on the guards, who stood, shocked by the sudden order. Yassen glared at them, and threw the phone down on the bed. "NOW!" He shouted at them. Just then, the screech of tyres announced their 'to be' captive leaving. Yassen swore again, louder, and practically sprinted out of the building. A silver BMW was heading fast out the gates. He grabbed the radio as the car barged through the barrier, and radioed the gates.
"Send a chase squad! NOW!" he yelled.
The chase was on.
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