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Yassen set off, crawling flat on his belly, his feet pushing off of the thick heather. He estimated for 60 pulls before he was in position. About half way through he became aware of voices, quite far off, but he wasn't going to take chances. He finished the pulls and whistled softly, he heard a reply and moved forward again.
The voices were louder now. Coming from a little way to Yassen's left. Slipping the goggles over his eyes, he stood up slowly. He raised the rifle, cradling it in his shoulder. He moved forward slightly, sighting through the scope as he moved.
A moment later, there were two muffled gunshots and the men twisted and fell; bright feathers gleaming in the darkness. Yassen turned away from them and carried on towards the bunker.
It loomed ahead of him suddenly, emerging from the darkness a bit at a time. Yassen moved forwards, stealthy, but more confident now.
A sense of movement. A strangled cough. Yassen threw himself flat as the bullet smashed into the concrete. Twisting, he scrambled backwards deeper cover, dragging himself over shattered fragments of concrete. The pair of guards appeared and Yassen scrabbled for the rifle. It was trapped under his body. Snarling, he rolled, bringing the rifle up to his chest. He swung around and shot the two men. They pulled the darts out and came forward, raising their rifles.
"Too late, kid. You're dead." Yassen braced himself, his eyes squeezing shut. There were two gunshots, muffled by a silencer. Yassen flinched. He opened his eyes.
The two guards were slumped on the heather, blood glistening dully in the moonlight. Hunter stepped out of the shadows.
"Black against grey concrete, for God's sake. It's a good thing I heard voices. Now, silence and keep down low, I don't want you to be killed on your first mission." Yassen nodded and followed Hunter, both moving at kind of half crouch.
They reached a door in the side of the concrete cube. A single bullet ricocheted along the wall. Hunter ducked and fired, two more bullets were spat out into the night. Yassen was pushed into the corridor with Hunter close behind.
"Hah. Shoddy organisation. They weren't expecting us, so they didn't make any preparations. Come on." Hunter slid past him and moved softly down the corridor. Yassen followed stealthily, alert and tense but virtually silent.
Behind them, four "corpses" stood up and went to report to their commander.
There was a branch off of their corridor, opposite a heavy steel door. Hunter spotted it and flattened himself against the whitewashed wall. Yassen copied him, making sure he stayed close to the older man.
Hunter span around the corner, bringing the gun up. No one opened fire and he started along the corridor. He stopped and peered around the next corner. Yassen waited.
"Ok, there's a flight of stairs at the end. I'll sweep down there; you stay up here and have a look round. See if you can find Holly, I haven't heard anything from her for a while."
"Yes, sir, good luck, sir," Yassen whispered. He moved across the corridor to the door. He tried the handle and was surprised when it turned under his hand. He found himself in a sparsely furnished cell. A steel bed stood under the barred window and a toilet and sink were concealed behind a clouded glass partition. There was clearly no one inside so he moved on.
Two more cells were just down the corridor, one opening into another. The second cell was locked. Yassen searched for the keys, but of course they wouldn't have left them in the cell. They would be with one of the guards, hopefully one of the guards inside the building.
He stepped back into the corridor. A cool breeze blew in from the open door that he and Hunter had entered by. The main door was to his right and he quickly locked it. The silence was oppressive; Hunter wasn't making any sound from the basement.
Yassen walked back to the turning but something drew his gaze. A door handle, apparently sticking out of a bare wall. He looked closer and saw faint joins, a white door in a white wall in a white building. It was practically invisible.
He groaned and pressed his ear against the door. Muffled voices were audible through the wood. Yassen strained his ears to hear the words but the men weren't standing close enough to the door. He pulled back.
"I'd stay very still if I was you." The voice was accompanied by a sharp prod in the back of his neck with something hard and metallic. Yassen stiffened. He recognised the touch of a gun. Enough people had had him like this in Moscow. "Turn around, slowly. Try anything and I shoot."
Yassen did as he was told, internally rolling his eyes at the clichéd talk. The man in front of him was in his mid-twenties, stocky and powerful looking. He had a sergeant's stripes on his camouflage uniform. He was also alone. Yassen's brow wrinkled, the other guards he'd seen had been in pairs.
"Drop the rifle, now." The last word was accompanied by another jab with the gun. Yassen did so, hoping that it would go off like it did in films. It didn't and the guard kicked it away.
He moved closer, catching hold of Yassen's arm before he could twist away. Yassen lashed out as the gun swayed away from him.
His elbow drove into the man's stomach, knocking him to the ground. Yassen swept up his rifle and leapt over the gasping man. He fled to the door and dived out into the night.
He pulled up short instantly. Three men, holding Holly between them, stood in front of him. They raised their guns slowly.
Yassen swore and dropped his rifle again (it still didn't go off). Holly smiled weakly at him and he returned it wondering what would happen next.
The men knocked on the door and the voices stopped. There were muffled footsteps and the door opened a crack.
"Yes, what do you wa…? Oh." The man's eyes widened and he pulled the door open further. Yassen looked him over, taking in the grey, dull suit and the dark shoes. The man seemed to have been chosen to match, his skin, eyes, lips and hair were all grey. Yassen found himself looking at a young…er Alan Blunt.
"We've found some intruders, sir," barked the soldier holding Yassen. Blunt nodded and shut the door. "Uh…" the guard faltered.
Yassen strained his ears. Urgent voices sounded behind the door and then there were sharp, military footsteps and it swung open again. This man was taller than Blunt, dressed in military uniform covered with braid and medals. His steel grey hair was cropped short.
"What do we have here then? Intruders? Hardly, they're a couple of kids." The third guard stepped forward.
"We found these on them, sir. Hypodermic dart rifles, they shot six of our men between them. And this one," he pointed at Yassen, "knocked out Sergeant Jackson."
Yassen raised his chin defiantly as he was shoved forwards for inspection.
"Really? Well we can't have that then, can we? Lock them up, put them in cell two and open the door in between cells one and two." The man turned away and the door slammed shut again.
Holly and Yassen were yanked forward and taken into the second cell that Yassen had looked into earlier, the one with the adjoining door.
They were forced down onto the bunk and made to stay there while the third guard unlocked the metal door to the next cell. Jack stood in the doorway, blood caked on one side of his face, supporting himself on the doorframe.
Holly gasped and leapt up, but was shoved back down. The guards retreated, keeping the three of them covered with their guns until the door clanged shut. Instantly, Holly was on her feet and halfway across the room.
Yassen followed, feeling uncomfortable as he always did when Holly and Jack were together. Laura was lying unconscious on the bunk, her grey face far worse than Jack's blood soaked one. Yassen moved closer to Jack and Holly, listening closely.
"She won't wake up. We've been here for ages but she just stays the same, I don't know what to do." Jack's voice broke on the last few words and Yassen saw hot, salty tears spill down his cheeks. Holly hugged him and then went over to Laura.
"Yassen, come here a second." Yassen did as he was told, dropping to his knees beside Holly and leaning forward. "What do you see there?"
Yassen glanced sideways at her and then focused on the point just above her finger.
"It's like an injection… a hypodermic dart maybe?" Holly nodded triumphantly.
"That's what I thought. Those darts Hunter gave us, how long did they last for?"
"I don't know. A few hours maybe, you think it's the same drug?"
"I'm assuming that Hunter would get the best, and that MI6 would also use the best. I think they gave her too much, she's in a coma." Yassen gulped, biting his lip.
"What can we do? Well, can we do anything?" He asked, thinking that Jack would probably kill himself if Laura died. Holly shook her head.
"I don't think there's anything we can do, except wait; and pray."
"Shit. Don't let Jack hear you say that." Holly shook her head hopelessly and Yassen put an arm around her shoulders. She shrugged it off and went to sit next to Jack, against the wall, facing Laura.
Yassen sighed and stalked into the cell next door. While he and Holly had been talking, someone had shoved a plate of bread and a flask of water through the door. He took a hunk of bread and gulped down some water, tasting the metallic flavour of the flask.
He walked back into the room next door and handed the flask and bread to Holly. She didn't thank him but ran over to Laura with it. Yassen turned away and sat on his bunk.
Losing himself in thought, he bent forward, his elbows resting on his knees and closed his eyes. He appeared to be sleeping.
Where's Hunter? Has he been caught? But then wouldn't they have brought him here? Not if he works with them… he can't be though… how did he know Daniels' name, then? Well, SCORPIA would monitor MI6. How else would they know what's going on? But to know every agent's name, that's pushing it a bit yeah?I don't like the way you think. How can we get out of here if Hunter can't help? Look around, there has to be something…Vents…
Hi, i hate to tell you all this but I've caught up with myself. (I've been a few chapters ahead of my published ones) so it might be a while before my next update.. sorry guys! and worst of all, i think only a few chapters left... I'll have to think of a new story now.