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2. Blizzard came out of nowhere:
"Frost, do we have information about the abduction of the target, do you copy?" - A sound from the headphone was made. The pale hand reached out to the ear, straightening the headphone. "Copy that, what information do you have a lieutenant?" - he asked.
A pale man sits in a chair in a small apartment on the fourth floor. It was a cozy apartment with a simple repair, cheap, but his team did not need more. They only waited for the moment when the information came to them. The captain still did not understand - what's the reason? So many questions, and so few answers.
There was a sound from the headphone - "four people entered the building, they stayed there about 7-9 minutes, over" the lieutenant reported. "We stopped at the van of the cleaning company, left the same way, out" he said.
A pause sounded. "So a whole detachment went there," the captain said to the detachment sitting in the same room with him. "Which way did they go, soldier?" - he asked.
The answer for a long time was not long in coming. "They went towards Berwyn, maybe there is a place to collect the detachment, but I can't guarantee this, sir," the lieutenant answered vaguely.
The captain scratched his hair. So they have Elsa, and most likely they will need the same information. You can't allow them to do this, especially if it is a "Head" detachment. This dark cavalry ... After all, the handwriting is really them. Everything is somehow late and unusual. It seemed to him that everything would be completely different.
The captain turned towards his detachment. They all sat at the same table and watched the leader. He turned the chair in his original position, and sat on him, knowing that now there will be a lot of questions to which he will be forced to answer, because now this applies to all those sitting in this room. The captain's gaze looked at all sitting, waiting for the first questions.
A man with brown hair, fair skin and an Australian face decided to first ask the captain - "Jack, what's going on?" - the man sighed.
Jack withstood a short pause - "I wanted to start our conversation about this, Bunny," he began to say.
Suddenly, opposite him, a girl with black hair, dark skin and a beautiful face suddenly exclaimed him - "Jack, is this something terrible? Someone was killed again? Scored again to death? " she asked many questions.
Jack briefly answered - "No Tooth, it's something else," he breathed at the end.
"Then what is it, captain?" - asked a huge middle -aged man with gray hair and a gray beard. His height was at least 6.5 inches, and a strong Russian accent was heard in the conversation. He is a valuable military and friend.
Jack led his fingers on the table - "This is about Elsa," he began. "She was abducted, perhaps the organization of nightmares, since the informant reported to me about the situation there. The handwriting tells me that these were nightmares, dark cavalry, "he said everything.
Everyone in the room was surprised. Why it was necessary to steal Elsa Arendelle, she knows nothing. And even if she knew something, she could not be a person who would really tell them something. Too little informed and most likely does not have any valuable information at all.
Jack leaned back in his chair. The "Head" made his move first, as he expected. They did not have time to do anything, and missed the opportunity to avoid such a situation - if we were faster, more decisive, stronger ... We would not have allowed this kind of development of events ... Damn - thought Jack.
"And so what are we going to do, Mate?" asked the Australian. His green eyes looked into the big blue eyes of the captain. They expected some kind of team. New operation.
Jack sighed. "What, apparently, is waiting for the next operation of the guys" - he made a short pause - "Our mission today is to find the location where our goal is being taken, and to find out at least some of the reason why the "Head" decided Make a move from this side ... " - the captain explained.
Everyone in the room nodded to the captain. Including a small blond with disheveled hair and a chubby face. He was silent all this time. Dumb, but well versed in computers, it was his horse.
Jack looked at the blond. "Sandy, contact the rest of the detachment, we will have a little time to regroup," he ordered - "also contact the first lieutenant of Haddock," the gray -haired man added.
The blond only nodded, immediately starting to write something on his laptop.
Now, everything was at stake. Everything that they entrusted to them is absolutely. The motives of the "Head" go to this move are generally justified. He plays chess with guards, and for now, he wins.
They did not notice the turn of the black horse on the chessboard.
But why is it so late? Wasn't it to happen before? Doubts amaze Jack every minute. It is difficult to believe that for the course of the dark cavalry, these many years were needed.
After the last operation associated with the "Head", their slight victory but with considerable losses of colleagues in battle, Jack began to think that there was no more reason for the dark cavalry to influence the guards or completely destroy them completely. But it seems he was mistaken. Another mistake ...
Everything is like that day, on the seventeenth of October in Johannesburg. A mistake led to the tragedy ... Jack blamed himself so far, because it is he ... He forgot to say Mayo ...
"Captain do you copy?" the walkie -talkie interrupted Jack's thoughts. The captain tilted his head to the walkie -talkie - "Roger that. What's news? " - he asked.
Not a long hissing in the walkie -talkie was heard, but after the voice from that end - "we spotted the approximate path of the van, and its approximate final stop, over," the soldier reported to the captain. "This is white Chevrolet, with the BQ 14673 number, moves along Interstate 294 towards Milwaukee, they turned along the way to Berwyn. Their approximate place of gathering 112 km from Chicago, out" - accurate data from the walkie -talkie were heard.
So they turned, Jack thought. They can be caught if we go on Interstate 88, and after turning to Interstate 294. Only now they have a handicap that we do not have ... we will either have to rush, or catch them already at the site of the collection. Yes, the second option is better. At speed, it will also be almost impossible to pull a person out of the van, even for the guards.
All that remains Jack now is either to monitor them and after being served from the point of the preparation, or to pick it up there. Both options are risky, but the second, for Jack is less risky, because if they try to conduct surveillance, no one guarantees them that by that time Elsa will be either mutilated or mentally killed. It must be returned home soon, this is the only least risky option.
And the point is not that they will not be able to destroy the Head detachments, the fact is that it can be a trap, and they can get stuck there even worse. But the second option ... He can kill her. Elsa is terribly valuable for the guards, and if they lose her, then Jack will not be able to forgive himself this.
Therefore, now the only option for the detachment is to take the place of the meeting with the storm and take the Elsa from there. It seems that everything sounds so easy, but in reality it is very difficult to guess what can happen there at all ... But they have no other options. Either so, or at all.
"Guardians! Get ready, we go to the mission! " - shouted Jack.
Everyone around was alarmed. For them it was a great happiness, to go into battle again. They are soldiers, and the soldiers are most boring to wait, and do nothing.
"Yes, Mate, I have to tear these bitches," Bunny shouted. Everyone around pretended that they did not say anything. North and Tooth left the room in a good mood, anticipating the future battle - "Finally we will continue what we did for years!" they exclaimed.
But it is, they have not been in battle for several languid years. This is the worst of all for a soldier - civilian life.
Jack looked at the blond. "Sandy, be at the computers, cover us, and contact this fucking Haddock," he ordered. Sandy got up from his chair and surrendered the captain, taking his computer and leaving the room.
The room was empty, only Jack remained in it. The captain sighed - "Damn it, but for a long time we were not at the forefront ..." - a gray -haired man muttered under his nose, leaving the room, and closing it, letting the sheets on the table crumble from closing the door and easily open windows at the edge of the room...
The white van is gently driving along the highway, cars rushed around and the engines buzzed. The van drove through one flyover after another. Around only stripes of roads and signs that lead in all directions of the United States. And no one around knows that inside the vehicle is a living stolen person.
"The destination is 43 km by guys, they inform me that the horizon is clean," Gans exclaimed. "Everyone is ready to be ready, they can try to intercept us," he ordered.
Three soldiers sat behind and stood a garbage tank along with machine guns and body armor. Hans sitting ahead, had open access to the back of the car, since the van had no partition. The soldiers from behind, took off the blue caps of the cleaning company, under their shirts there were t -shirts and body armor. Shirts and caps were thrown into the corner of the van, like an absolutely unnecessary thing.
Hans had a really strong flair. He understands that it is so easy for them to get to the destination, in any case, not only them, but also other detachments were observed for Elsa. Including guards. At the mention of this name, goosebumps begin and some kind of fear of death appears. But Hans already dealt with them once, and this time he should not have problems. His guys are also strong and experienced, they will fight the guards or any other detachments.
"Captain what further orders?" - the sergeant asked him. Hans without turning answered - "We are waiting for my teams. Perform them completely and without a doubt, do you all understand? " he ordered strictly.
The soldiers in unison answered - "sir, yes, sir" - everyone understood that Hans was tense. And this "something" is not just an impending cork or excitement due to the reaction of the "chapter" to the success of the operation, this is something else, then what they had not seen before ...
Fear...
The van rushed along the highway, the speed of transport was one hundred and twelve kilometers per hour - the norm on this highway. The path will take one hour from the very beginning. They have only less than half left, and they will be at the destination. This time, the operation must be successful, otherwise the detachment will have consequences ...
After driving another 5 km, a white van after a free driving and without traffic jams rushed along the highway, as the transport stopped at one moment. Ahead is a huge traffic jam, some idiot arranged an accident in front. A broken car will be dragged, but in this way they lose precious time at the most inopportune moment.
Hans hit the panel with two hands. "Damn, the monkeys who did not know how to drive, because of such idiots and traffic jams are everywhere," he exclaimed, cursing and complaining about the problem ahead. "We are here for a long enough guys," the captain realized. Hans went down to his hidden holster - he checked the contents of the store and put it inside the gun, charging it and removing it from the fuse.
Hans turned towards the cabin from behind. "Guys, everyone is ready. Prepare your weapon. Something tells me that this is a trap, and we got into it ... "he warned them. "... We have no right to lose our hostage, guys. If this happens, we will have huge problems, "the captain reminded them.
At the back there was a loading of machine guns. In the garbage tank at the same time, there was a tearful Elsa. So poor and terrible in appearance. Bruises on her face gradually swell. She already stopped crying, but not because she was better, but because she already understood the doom of her position.
Nobody will come for her, and nobody needs her. Anna does not find out about her disappearance immediately, but by the time when Anna will understand everything, Elsa will most likely die or will be sold to someone, or there will be terrible torture ... In any case, a terrible fate. This fact squeezed Elsa's heart. It seems to be separated in two, as if everything that is now happening is a dream, or an unsuccessful draw.
I would like to think so, but the truth is much more severe.
She is doomed, and no one will ever know where she is. Apparently this is fate. Father died of terrorists, she will soon die from someone who is likely to be like terrorists and rapists. From the azure eyes of Elsa, a bitter tear poured, the last depressed thing that her eyes can squeeze out. This bitter water substance filled with the residue of her hope left a slight mark on the girl's bruised cheek. She could no longer cry. All that she could put up and expect something terrible and inevitable ...
"All people are in the van, I will watch cars nearby. Perhaps the enemy is somewhere nearby, to be ready, as they understood me? " - Hans ordered the fighters inside the car.
Everyone answered in the affirmative. Around the white van stood in different rows a huge number of cars. Each of them could be a potential enemy. Those who want to intercept Target.
The review of the rear of the car was limited. There were no windows from behind, because of which only the driver and passenger in the front seat could watch everything around.
Only two tiny tinted windows on the back of the van gave at least some overview to what was happening from behind. But this was definitely not enough. The van has a lot of vulnerabilities, but the captain does not dare to miss anyone.
Hans laid his finger on the base of the trigger, lowering the side glass of the van and preparing to answer the attackers. Meanwhile, he scanned all the cars around him, glancing at the rear view mirrors, and in the windshield. So far, it seemed that everything was fine, and nothing strange was expected, but Hans feels that a blizzard was approaching, from which to save his guys and only he can deliver Elsa to his destination.
The driver also tried to catch at least something suspicious, but so far unsuccessfully. Around only minivans, cars, all sorts of families or premium cars. Only the least suspicious people sit in these machines, and none of them looks like a member of a detachment. There were also no police or people like the FBI, only civilians, at least for now.
"I don't see anything suspiciously," the driver reported. Hans looked at large cars. "Roger that" is the only thing that sounded from him. He tries not to miss anyone, and not to expose his guys in danger.
The cork moved very slowly, and seconds stretched for minutes, or even on the clock. Everyone in the van is tense, any rustle is terrible for them. They are waiting for the enemy, he is somewhere near ...
"Captain! I see a strange wagon of eight hours from me, gray Chevrolet Express, a dark -haired man, a short -tone, strong physique, does not look like a regular courier or a simple man, perhaps a military man, "the driver completely told what he saw.
Hans turned towards the driver's door, holding the gun in readiness in the direction of the driver's door.
"Copy that, does Anyone Else in that car?" - The Captain is asking him. The driver looked closely - "No sir, he is alone," he answered.
Hans began to think that it is too strange that no one was sitting in the front seat. Either it was such a move, or it was not their pursuer. At the moment, the most suspicious of all around.
He could not see a man inside this van, since the right rear window is only configured for the driver, and the captain could act only according to the description of what is happening on his part.
"Prepare the weapons of the soldiers, do not take your eyes off him, did you understand?" - Hans ordered the driver in cold blood. The driver took out his pistol from the holster, lowering his side glass, he removed the gun from the fuse, and charged it, holding it in his left hand right under the window of the driver's door. "Sir understood you" - after a while his answer followed.
Hans turned to his window, and suddenly got a butt on the head, which was cut down and he decomposed on the seat like a rag doll.
The driver turned abruptly to check what was happening, directing the gun towards the captain's chair. He saw a machine gun there, and a soldier screaming to throw his weapons. At the same time, another soldier ran up from the other side, and two more stood at the back door. Gray minivan stopped near the back of the van.
The driver looks at a soldier dressed in black uniform and body armor with all kinds of pockets for shops, knives, special products and a mask with a helmet on his head. The only thing the driver could distinguish was bright like luminous blue eyes.
The man screams and screams, but the driver hesitates. The soldiers are seriously configured, and the weapon is ready for shooting. The driver seemed to be frozen and does not move in any way.
The driver does not withstand - "smelly fagots" - he shoots a soldier near his door, but misses and gets a bullet first in his shoulder, then to the body armor, and then two in the head and two in the chest, falling dead on the steering wheel.
The steering wheel signal and the sounds of shots are heard throughout the highway. Everyone around is sitting in their cars in fear, thinking that most likely people in black form are the police conducting a special operation.
The sound of the radio is transmitted through the channel of the soldiers - "Guards, in the back of the car there are three more soldiers, in case of aggression on their part, fire to defeat," was ordered by Captain Jack Frost on all the detachment channels.
A white -haired man took a position near the passenger door. The mask hid his pale face, but his blue eyes ... They could still give him out. Many know him like Jack Frost. He is a blizzard coming out of nowhere, capable of burying everyone under the snow and snowflakes, under lead and cold weapons ... He is obliged to hide, because the legend is always the most tidbit.
"Roger that, Going to the Rear Door, Standby" - the voice of the Australian sounded in the walkie -talkie. The soldier hastened to take his position at the back of the van on the left side of the rear door.
Jack stood right near the front seat door. He knows that he needs to climb inside through the front seat in order to take on surprise all those sitting in the back of the van, but the devil, if he does it now, will definitely receive a bullet. It is necessary that the colleagues distract the opponents, then going inside will not force labor.
"We got out of the car! With raised hands one at a time! " - shouted a huge soldier to people sitting inside. There was no answer.
The grave silence kept everyone in fear, everyone could die in this battle. Three soldiers hold their weapons tightly, holding their fingers on the trigger. Drops of sweat are pouring from the face of a huge soldier, and the hand was already numb from the expectation of the inevitable ...
The sounds inside the van began to increase. The rustle inside, and some kind of movement, made everyone ready. Blows were heard inside, and a screaming speaking something is inaudible. Heavy steps were heard inside, which became louder and louder ...
... Suddenly the door suddenly opened and from it, first a girl came out, about twenty ... She is the Target ... Then a man with a machine gun in his hand. Behind him right at the back doors stood two more men with weapons in their hands.
"And so, if you want the girl to remain alive, then listen to my conditions," exclaimed the soldier, threatening to shoot the target. "I will not repeat twice," he directed the machine gun at her.
The guards aimed right at him, but did not take risks and shoot at once. They could hurt the girl.
"Remove your machine gun, otherwise your captain is fucked up," the Australian shouted to the man holding Elsa. "Do you think you are so smart?" he shouted, leading the machine gun right in the face of the girl.
"If you don't listen to me, then I will kill this bitch" - directing the weapon directly to the girl's head.
There was silence between the soldiers, the soldier stared intently into the green eyes of the Australian and trying to find at least a share of compassion for the girl he was holding. "You have the last chance, otherwise she's definitely fucked up," he threatened hard.
The Australian shouting for a short time shouted - "Okay, say his conditions" - his green eyes expressed disgust and desire to kill this person with his bare hands.
The man smiled disgustingly with his ugly pale smile. "And so, if you want her to live longer, then first you ..."
... The sound of a shot sounded out of nowhere, struck the man right in the head.
At the same moment, the Australian jumped and pulled down the girl so that she would not fall under the flurry of bullets. About eighteen billets sounded on a busy highway, amazing two more men inside the van, making them a Swiss cheese.
Jack stood right near the right rear door of the van, holding a machine gun in his hands in which the trunk was smoking. Just one shot, who killed a man and deciding the threat of Elsa's death. Jack approached the Australian and the girl who lay on the ground - "No one was wounded?" - The first thing that sounded from him.
The Australian immediately answered - "No, everything is in order, Mate" - he carefully rose to his feet.
Jack looked at the girl. The platinum hair that were already in complete disorder and bruises on her beautiful cheek with a scattering of small freckles and expressive blue eyes on her face. Yes, it's her.
The captain held out her hand - "Are you all right, Miss Aredell?" Jack asked her.
She gazed carefully at Jack, still not realizing that she was saved, and would be taken home. She was terribly stunned and morally broken because of what was happening the last day. It was hell, then a sense of inevitability and oblivion - the most terrible feelings on the planet.
"T-Thank y-you f-for s-saving m-me"-she answered uncertainly and upset, accepting the captain's hand.
The captain elegantly raised her, and then removed his hand to the side. He looked straight into her eyes, in those eyes that over the last day were filled with fear and hopelessness. "You need to rest, you are probably tired ..." - he briefly reminded her of her dream. She only nodded uncertainly, but that was enough.
"Everything is fine?" Jack asked. "Yes, the captain" shouted the soldiers of his detachment. Jack sighed. "Then we take Hans, he lies right there, in the front passenger seat" - three soldiers moved in this direction.
"Here are guys, right here ..." - he was not, the seat is empty, there is no blood on it.
All of his detachment were killed, but he managed to escape ...
A/N:
I really appreciate your likes and views about this story. I'm sorry for so late posting of this chapter. I have so many ideas and I want to write it all, just express my thoughts for how should military/secret agency story look like. Thank you all for reading this story so far.
The traffic jam was inspired by similar scene from the movie called "Sicario".