Prologue:
Chicago, 5:43 pm
A huge city, full of people, bustle and cars. Hiding here, blending in with the crowd, is not a difficult thing, especially if there is a goal and a reason for it.
The view from the window of a thirty-seven-story building filled with people, elevators, and offices is the most excellent for spying on a person. This panoramic window, made of durable glass, and the wind blowing slowly and coolly into the face of the observer on the eighteenth floor of the building, is not an obstacle to him, and to surveillance in general.
The person who is being monitored does not seem to have returned home yet, because the light in the window of the apartment that can be seen in the house located opposite the building from which the surveillance is being carried out is not on, there is no movement inside. Most likely this is because it is already evening, but the person living in this apartment has not returned from work. During these days of surveillance, the observer noticed that the target returns home at approximately 18:30, after work, the rest of the time is occupied by various things, from cooking food to watching TV.
But there was a nuance, the target had a relative who mainly interfered with the progress of the mission, and during all six days of observation, he did not leave the target anywhere for a long time. The person, who is a relative of the target, is a student at the local university, which is why he often returns home earlier than the target, which interferes with the progress of the operation.
Everything is ready except finding the target alone.
The man stood and watched from the window what was happening on the street. All the traffic and people going from one part to another. Everywhere people are fussing and rushing somewhere. This is the life of a metropolis.
"This is Davos, I'm monitoring the target's apartment, her sister is not in sight, do you copy?" the man muttered into the walkie-talkie. This time, there was one strange thing. The target's sister was not in sight. Usually she was visible at this time, but now she is not. If it is confirmed that she will not be in the building today, at least for some time, then the operation will take place today.
"Roger that, report everything you see, the squad is ready at any moment, out" a stern male voice sounded in the walkie-talkie. The man reached back for the radio. "Understood" he muttered over the communication channel.
Indeed, this time there was no sister, which could really mean the supposed success of the operation. The soldiers in his squad had been preparing for this for a couple of months, now all that was left was observation and the actual execution of the operation.
The man standing in the building was a long-time military man, a former US Marine, an excellent intelligence officer who had gone through more than one campaign, and operations that were given from above. The current operation meant something completely different, not the murder of some terrorist or drug lord, but the kidnapping of a person who is a very important person for the authorities and the goals of the organization.
He understood that there was nothing complicated here, because his squad had carried out other, more complex operations, but the current target must be kidnapped perfectly, without a single trace or problem. For this purpose, such surveillance was carried out, and the soldiers prepared for so long. Everything must be perfect.
The man turned around and walked away from the window, moving to a small tabletop against the wall to grab a bottle of water. The apartment in which the man was located was a small room without renovation, with one chair, a table, a small kitchen, a toilet and scattered junk in the corner of the room, including the equipment of a soldier observing a target.
Picking up the bottle of water, he took a sip and took a chair with him, placing it in front of the window, sitting down and watching the window in the distance in the building across the street. He will wait for the moment when the target is visible. And if the target's sister doesn't show up, the operation will begin today and the kidnapping will be inevitable.
о0о
Today was the same as everyone else, dull, boring, no different from others. Like a vicious circle. Elsa knew for sure that something needed to be changed in life, otherwise she would simply die in the cycle of the same day, Groundhog Day. And it would seem that she has a well-paid job, a younger sister, and even a considerable inheritance from her late mother and father, but work, and responsibilities to her sister, force her to live as if in a loop, not finding a place for herself.
Meetings with friends, evenings with good wine and a book, going to the cinema and shopping, are replaced by the harsh reality of work, and taking care of my sister. Over time, Elsa moved away from many of her friends, even forgetting that you can just sit in a restaurant with your friends, forgetting at least for a couple of hours about all the fuss around. Everyday life was killing her, and she just wanted to jump with a parachute, or maybe hunt wild boars. Anything, but not sit in the office with stupid colleagues who only boast about their wealth and love to go to all sorts of nightclubs, where the level of their arrogance reaches the limit.
Such thoughts come to her mind from time to time, but the duty of an older sister, especially after the death of her father, remains in force. By the way, she was never able to figure out why her father died. He was an ordinary diplomat in some small European country. When he died, the cause of death according to official sources was murder committed by terrorists. But she refused to believe it, only because she saw no reason to kill an ordinary ambassador. There was something else here, but she couldn't figure it out. It's been five years and she's finally let it go. He was an ideal for her, an example to follow. She and her sister always lived in prosperity and love for each other. Her father wanted to give all the love for his two princesses after their mother died twelve years ago in a car accident. Now he is gone too, which is why Elsa had to take his place for Anna.
She always wanted the best for her younger sister, so naive and kind that it was impossible to say even one bad word to her. Being her older sister, she swore to herself that she would never hurt Anna. And she will fulfill this vow.
"Damn, looks like it's starting to rain," she muttered under her breath. It was 18:06 and she had just left work. Over the course of the entire day, her colleagues had become so boring to her that she wanted to start throwing food at them so that they would shut up quickly. But now, she was finally able to get out of there, having finished another working day.
Drops of rain begin to fall outside, accelerating, but not intensifying to the level of a downpour. Dressed in a business suit, beautiful black shoes, and a cream-colored raincoat, Elsa strides towards the parking lot near a huge business center. This is a multi-level parking lot, five floors high. Having walked inside, passing guards and many cars, she walks to the third floor, where her small but good white Toyota is parked. In a multi-level parking lot, where they haven't thought of elevators, she has to walk through the rises to the next floors.
Reaching her car, Elsa took the keys out of her pocket and opened the door by pressing the button on the remote control. Opening the door, she stepped inside a beautiful new interior made of leather and plastic with glass. Sitting in the driver's seat, she slammed the door and started the car by pressing the ignition button, which immediately brought the car to life.
Without thinking twice, Elsa turned on the radio, drove three floors down, and left the parking lot. Her favorite song was playing on the radio, which somehow brightened up today's typical, boring day. Having entered the road, she slowly drove to the nearest intersection, where she would need to turn right. The view of the metropolis was no longer something surprising for her; all these skyscrapers, people around, and cars were not something mesmerizing. After all, Chicago was her hometown, where she lived her entire life.
"Damn, I really want to go home, I really want to lie down on my bed," Elsa said to herself. When will she change her life? When will it stop living all these days in the same way and boring? Everything was so strange to her.
"Damn, this sounds so pathetic... I need to..." - suddenly she received a call on her phone. She looked at her smartphone screen, it was Anna. "Why is she calling?" - thought Elsa. "Perhaps something happened?" - suddenly such a thought came to her. She immediately picked up the phone and answered it.
"Hello sister, hello, how are you!?" - Anna asked. Elsa answered without thinking: "Everything is fine, are you home?" - she asked. The answer immediately came: "By the way, about this, I'll stay a little while visiting Merida, you don't mind, right? It's just that there are horror movies on here, and there's so much chocolate around," she muttered. Elsa immediately understood that chocolate was her younger sister's weakness; if there was a lot of it, Anna would be in it for a long time.
"Please..." Anna begged. Elsa realized that there was no point in resisting.
"Okay, but without fanaticism, so that later there won't be something like - oh, my stomach hurts so much, now all the chocolate will come out of me - okay?" - she sighed.
Immediately on the other side of the line, sounds of fun and triumph were heard. "You are the best sister, thank you, and yes, nothing like that will happen! Not like last time!" - Anna noted.
"Yes, yes, I readily believe," thought Elsa. Last time, due to the huge amount of chocolate for Merida's birthday, Anna was almost taken to the hospital, because she ate about twenty packs of chocolate in one hour, which left her in a terrible state.
"Everyone, come on, be careful there," Elsa said. Anna quickly answered and ended the call. Elsa loved her sister very much. She was ready to do anything for her. She is the only relative of hers who truly loves and protects her. Whenever Anna feels bad or something happens to her, Elsa is always there to help. The most valuable thing for her was her younger sister.
The traffic light turned green, Elsa carefully turned right after turning on the turn signal. The journey home was not long. Maybe ten or fifteen minutes. It all depends on the traffic in the city. There are often constant traffic jams in Chicago and bustle everywhere, making it impossible to guarantee a quick trip home.
Elsa didn't have any work at home today. All she needs today is some good snack and a movie until three in the morning. Today is Friday, so she doesn't have to go anywhere tomorrow. Another weekend for reflection, maybe some kind of movie marathon and leisurely leisure with my sister. Everything is as usual, nothing new.
Having driven a few more hundred meters, turning three times, first left and then right, passing intersections with a huge number of cars, people and traffic lights, she reached the tall building of the "Republic" residential complex. She lives in this massive building with her sister. Sometimes she wonders, what if we didn't have so much money? What if the father was not a diplomat and did not have such a fortune? It probably wouldn't have been so easy for them, and she would have fought with double strength. All for Anna.
Having approached the building, she slowly moved the steering wheel to the right to direct the car towards the barrier, the entrance to the parking lot located at the base of the skyscraper. "Come on Bobby, hurry up..." she whispered. Bobby, a man, one of the security guards of the complex, slowly walked to open the barrier for Elsa.
"Miss Elsa, I apologize for the delay, how are you doing?" - asked a short, middle-aged man. "I hope your day was wonderful," he added.
Elsa exhaled. Yes, what a beautiful day, simply incredible. Well, at least he will soon open this barrier, and she will be able to go home and forget about the fuss outside. "Yes, everything is fine, Bob," she replied, sticking her head out of the window. "How are you?" - she asked.
Bobby snorted. "Yes, everything is fine Miss Elsa, nothing unusual, everything is the same," he exclaimed. Yes... Apparently Bobby lives the same slow and boring life as herself, but nothing surprising, almost everyone in this city lives in a loop of boring work and bustle.
The barrier opened, Elsa gave Bobby one last wave, and pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex. The rain made the car completely wet, but the wipers did their job.
Elsa slowly walked towards her parking space. After rounding the bend, she reached number forty-six, to the right of the parking lot entrance. Carefully parking the car, she turned off all electronics and opened the driver's door. Getting out of the car, she closed the door and pressed the button on the remote control to lock the car.
The click of her heels echoed throughout the parking lot. The parking lot was quite large, there were different cars everywhere, mostly sports cars and luxury cars. This was understandable, because this building was mainly inhabited by rich people and all sorts of politicians. But there were also a lot of staff in the building, from security guards to cleaners.
The sound of her shoes ended at the entrance to the elevator. It was a small pocket in the parking lot that led to two elevators. Freight and passenger. Both of them led to the apartments where all the people in this complex lived. Elsa pressed the up button. She ran a hand through her platinum hair. For some reason, every time, she remembers how her father ran through her hair, combing it from time to time. She also remembered moments when her mother combed her beautiful braids, which made her jump for joy, and hugged her mother. Well, those days are far behind us. No matter how sad she is, she needs to move forward. She must be strong for Anna. She can't let her down.
While Elsa was thinking, the elevator stopped on her floor. She saw in him a person unknown to her before. A tall, middle-aged man stood in the elevator. He was thin but athletic, standing at about 6.3 pounds. His spiky black hair was combed back, and he was dressed in a neat black suit with a black cloak over it.
"Hello miss," the man greeted politely and walked out of the elevator, carefully passing Elsa.
"Hello" was the only thing she could squeeze out. The man was intimidating, he just smiled crookedly at her and walked out towards the parking lot. Perhaps another businessman, or a politician about whom she was not aware. Nothing important, Elsa thought.
Entering the elevator, she pressed button seventeen - this is the floor of her apartment. While Elsa was driving, soft music was playing in the background, she was thinking about what kind of food to cook for her tonight, there are so many options, but it's so difficult to choose... While she was thinking, the elevator reached her floor. She got out of it, and feeling for the keys in her pocket, she went to the door of her apartment. Turning the keys inside, she opened her door. The house smelled as usual, of cinnamon and mint, her favorite home fresheners.
"Home sweet home," she muttered under her breath. "Well, I finally got home..." she said tiredly into the void.
The evening promised to be the same as always. Movie, snack and thoughts. Everything is as usual for Elsa Arendelle's life, without any incidents or unusual things for her.
o0o
"The target is in place, I repeat the target is in place," the man reported. "The sister is nowhere to be seen, out" he added. The watching man realized that today was the day they would complete their mission.
"All soldiers, get ready, the car with the capture group will be there in ten minutes, over" the commander's voice sounded. "Davos, stay where you are and cover us. Johnson, look into the cameras, be on alert, do you copy?" - he ordered.
"Copy that" said the voice of a comrade. He was sitting in the video surveillance booth for the last 4 days, he sits there every day and monitors the situation in the building. Davos, watching from the window, sighed. "Understood, sir," he replied.
"Ready in eight minutes, out" the commander reported. Davos turned towards the corner of the room. His entire arsenal lay there. The man took turns putting on a bulletproof vest, gloves, and fully assembled a sniper rifle.
He glanced at his watch. 6:28, as he expected. Everything goes according to plan. His rifle was almost ready for battle, all that remained was to position it in a comfortable position. To do this, he placed the table next to the window, installing a stand for the rifle. The rifle was pointed straight at the windows of the target's apartment, he looked through the scope. A woman was heating something in the microwave. She doesn't even suspect...
The man began to turn the sight wheel, setting it up for a shot just in case. From such a distance, and with such wind outside mixed with rain, hitting the target was not the easiest thing. Only professionals could do this, which is what he was.
"The detachment is 3 minutes away, we are on the way, over" information about the location of the capture group was heard from the radio. "Everyone be ready," came the order from the radio.
He was ready, these six days were not in vain. Such perfect planning was commonplace for his squad and commander. They have caught all sorts of terrorists and politicians more than once, and for them an ordinary girl was a piece of cake.
The view was not the best, but the girl was generally visible well. That was enough for him. He just needed to clearly see where she was and how his comrades were moving. Just in case, he needed to act quickly. Without any delay.
The soldier looked at his watch, 6:37. The squad should be there any minute. Nothing will stop them now, they will not deviate from the path and will complete this mission. It is no longer possible to retreat, and there is no need to, because the wait has been too long. But finally, they will do their job, and end this tedious surveillance and surveillance.
"Guys, listen to me. Our goal is in a building on the seventeenth floor, everyone has learned the diagram of this building. Johnson is standing in the booth, he will watch through the cameras, Davos is above, in the building opposite, he will cover us. We have 7 minutes to do everything. Everyone keep this in mind," the commander shouted.
A white van moves towards a tall apartment complex. The cleaning company's blue lettering is stuck on the side of the car. Seeing such a car on the street, no one will be able to understand that a group of soldiers is driving it. The men inside, dressed in blue cleaning company uniforms, look inconspicuous and do not raise any suspicions to the people around.
Captain Hans, the leader of the capture team, is an experienced military man and a person close to the Head. He's confident, and for good reason. He has many successful operations behind him, including murders, kidnappings and torture. His guys are the best of the best. Success guaranteed.
This kind of operation was what Hans disliked most. They were too tiring, and his guys really want to go to the front line. He's like a dog with a bone that shouldn't be taken away from him. Surveillance, pursuit and reconnaissance were not the Captain's favorite things. He likes to storm, torture, shoot and kidnap. Do everything as quickly as possible, without preamble, tough but effective. It was all him, formerly a US Marine Captain and now a member of a private military organization.
"Everyone be ready, we are on the way, I repeat, everyone be ready, over" said Hans, muttering an order over the radio. "Guys, let's behave like ordinary workers, without showing off," Hans shouted in a commanding voice. There were 5 people in the van. Driver, and 4 soldiers of the capture group. The remaining squad members will cover the capture group during the retreat.
The van pulled up to a tall building. Davos stood ready, rifle in hand. Johnson on CCTV watching a van turn into a parking lot
skyscraper. "Let's go," Johnson whispered under his breath.
The van stopped at the barrier. The guard slowly moved towards the van.
Hans sat in the front seat with the driver. He was ready for the guard to approach the van. The man carefully approached the car, starting a conversation with the driver. "Hey guys, who are you seeing?" - Bobby asked.
The driver cleared his throat. "Hello, sir. We are for complete cleaning of elevators and basements," he answered affirmatively. "Were you not notified of this?" - the driver began his interrogation.
Bobby looked at them suspiciously. He really did not receive any notification about the arrival of the cleaning company. Perhaps it was not on his shift, since he was gone for about a week. He went to work literally 2 days ago.
"Yes, I was not notified about this," he replied.
The driver's earpiece worked. Johnson gave him a hint. "The guard before him was Richard, answer that you notified him, out" his comrade told him.
"We notified Richard, he may not have told you," he reminded the guard. Hans carefully checked his pistol. He was ready.
Bobby immediately realized that yes, most likely that idiot Richard simply forgot to tell him. Hell, he didn't even have his phone number. Sick of the fucking newbies.
"I apologize for my inattention, but most likely you contacted Richard. He didn't notify me," he apologized.
The driver ran his hand over the steering wheel of the car. "Excuse me, but how do you get to the elevators at entrance number one?" - he asked.
Bobby sighed. "Drive forward to the end and turn right, there you will see a pocket that you must enter," the guard explained. "There will be two elevators in this pocket, do you have anything large with you?" - he asked.
"Yes, we have a trash can and equipment. The garbage can is large enough, in it we will have to put all the garbage and rags that will not be needed by the time we finish," said the driver.
Bobby cracked his hand. "Okay guys, as soon as you finish, you will need to leave here, I will open the barrier for you," Bobby made it clear to them.
The driver thanked the guard and they drove inside. Having driven to the pocket, they stopped the car.
Hans turned his head back. "And so guys, we are entering on my command, we have seven minutes," he exclaimed. Hans reached for his watch, which was located directly towards him. "Davos, Johnson, do you copy?. We're coming in" - he asked his comrades.
"Roger that" they answered almost simultaneously. Hans sighed. "Watch the cameras, don't let anyone approach us, report every movement, over" he ordered. "Balos, sit here, we'll be there in seven," he ordered the driver. "Understood, sir," Balos replied.
Hans turned his head back. "So guys, let's go out quickly," he shouted. Four men dressed in blue uniforms emerged from the van. They had bulletproof vests under their clothes and weapons in hidden holsters. They looked normal, without anything suspicious. A trash can and huge bags were pulled out of the van. The military carefully began to move towards the pocket with the elevator.
"Captain, there is no one in the elevator," Johnson reported. Hans lowered his head to the radio. "Roger that" he replied. "And so guys, let's go into the freight elevator on the seventeenth floor, keep your weapons ready, Sergeant, take your carbine, in case of a threat, lethal fire" - Hans switched the channel to the walkie-talkie. "Davos, cover us, we are rising, do you copy?" muttered the Captain.
The squad entered the elevator and began to rise up. Hans understood that the success of the operation depended only on them, but his self-confidence overshadowed all those aspects that could prevent the detachment from capturing their target. "Nothing can stop us now," Hans exclaimed. "Our goal is to win! And we will do it guys! - he shouted.
The soldiers immediately agreed, shouting that they were ready to win. The leader chose the best squad he could. This is the strength of the chapter.
The numbers on the elevator panel changed over and over again, number one, changed to number six, and then over time to number seventeen. They went up to the floor they needed.
Four men emerged from the elevator with a trash can and a bag containing a shotgun and rifle. They left there and walked down a small corridor leading to the door of the target's house.
"And so guys, put on masks, Sergeant, weapons in hands, take pistols out of holsters," he put on the mask, taking out a pistol. "Davos is the horizon clear?" - asked Hans.
"Everything is clear, come in, out" Davos replied.
Hans stood up and his troops stood around the door. Two on one side, and two on the other. "At my command..." the Captain began counting down.
The officer's fingers began to curl one after another.
"Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Let's go, let's go, let's go!" - Hans shouted. The apartment door immediately flew off when the battering ram hit the door...
The soldiers immediately rushed forward, moving through all the rooms around. Davos reported exactly where the target was. Hans and his guys walked along the corridor to the living room, breaking down the door along the way, which was a barrier to the goal. Hans came in first, holding a pistol in front of him. Passing through the door frame, Hans saw his target. A platinum blonde who looked in fear at people with guns. She had pizza in her hands. She sat in shock, looking at her captors. Her feelings were mixed with shock and incredible fear. She didn't understand what to do. She probably needed to run or throw the pizza right at the kidnappers' heads, but she realized that she was probably done for.
"HAVE YOUR HANDS RAISED, QUICK!" - Hans shouted, walking up to Elsa, handcuffing her. Hans leaned towards her. "Try to make even one squeak... and I'll disfigure you so that you won't recognize yourself in the mirror," Hans harshly threatened her. She did not resist, because she understood that she would not be able to repel four men armed to the teeth. She was in a trance, in shock, not understanding what happened and why. She was definitely being stolen, but for what, she still didn't understand.
Hans tied a blindfold and gag in her mouth, forcing her to her knees. "Sergeant, bring the trash can," he ordered. Buck was brought to Hans. Opening it, the three soldiers lifted Elsa and put her inside. Fortunately for the squad, it fit there without any problems. Now they needed to take her out and take them to the planned location.
"Davos, Johnson, we're leaving, do you copy?" asked Hans. He understood that leaving the building would be more difficult than entering it. The cameras were behind them, they had a sniper covering them, but going out with a living person was a difficult thing. Knocking a person out is a bad option, they can kill her, or overdo it with a blow from the butt. To put her to sleep - they may overdo the dose, or overdo it. The head wants to talk to her, and this should happen in three and a half hours.
"All clear sir, take the freight elevator to the van, over," Johnson reported.
The four men took off their masks and holstered their weapons. The rest of the weapons were also put in bags. The four men carefully left the apartment.
"Copy, let's move to the elevator" Hans answered affirmatively.
The squad entered the freight elevator, pressing the zero floor button. "We're in the elevator, leaving in thirty seconds, over" said the Captain. The elevator was large enough to accommodate four men and a trash can filled with huge bags. Elsa felt like she was sealed in a tin. She was terrified, she cried, she was kidnapped so quickly that she, in shock, did not have time to understand anything. Now, after realizing her situation, bitter tears flowed down her bruised cheek. While they were pushing her into the tank, she hit her face against the wall of the tank, it was quite painful. It left a small bruise on her right cheek.
The worst thing for Elsa in this situation was not her situation, but the fact that Anna would be left completely alone. No one will be able to look after her, no one will remember that she is alone, without guardianship, without her older sister. Bitter tears flowed and flowed, and her crying was almost silent. Only faint sobs can be heard from the trash can. She could have screamed, but what was the point? With a gag in your mouth, this is impossible. It seems the Arendelle family has a bad tradition of dying at the hands of terrorists. Her father died this way, her grandfather died as a prisoner of war in North Vietnam, and her great-grandfather fought for the Norwegian army in World War II. Only in her case, no one will even know that she is rotting somewhere underground in the Nevada desert. She is in despair... "Forgive me Anna... Forgive me little sister..." she muttered inaudibly. "I let you down..." she cried bitterly.
She couldn't understand. Why did her life come to this, when it seemed she had a boring but stable job, a happy sister and ambitious plans for the future? Why was she kidnapped and for what? Who, in theory, would need it? She doesn't know any valuable information, and it will be impossible to get a ransom for it. After all, in fact, besides her younger sister, there is no one who would worry about her. It all boiled down to the fact that Elsa was truly finished and would not be able to escape.
Crying more and more, she began to remember those wonderful days with her father. Those days when they played baseball and ate ice cream. Those days when she learned to ride a bicycle, but then fell badly, and dad supported her in every possible way, and consoled her when he bandaged her wounds, trying to ease the pain. Her father... her role model... Why... why did he leave so early... - Elsa thought. She was on the edge. She felt terribly bad.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of an elevator. They arrived on the ground floor. This is a parking lot. The elevator opened and four men came out along with a trash can. Elsa felt like she was being carried somewhere. Most likely she thought into the car. Possibly a van, or an armored vehicle. It all depends on the style of the invaders.
"We're in the van, over" she heard the voice of the man who handcuffed her. Yes, she was right, it's a van. So they pulled into the parking lot without making too much noise. No casualties.
There was a thud on the bumper. She hit her head on the wall from the impact. Her vision went dark for a moment. She lost concentration, it looks like she will have a bump where she was hit. She is picked up and shoved inside the van.
Then she heard the knocking of doors. So the rear doors of the van are closed, they are inside and ready to move. Now that's it, Elsa is doomed to suffer. This fact made her feel even worse, she just wanted to go back to what was, stop sinning and generally think about something bad. Just to get out of this tank and return home. The crying intensified, tears had already wet the entire base of the trash can, and her house pants.
"I-I want to go home so bad... I-I want to see my little sister... My beloved little sister..." she cried. She is being taken to an unknown destination, and it is unclear why. She is in a terrible situation and does not understand what to do.
Hans and the squad drove up to the exit barrier. The operation was successful, they had a goal. Now they just had to leave the complex and get to the collection point. "Keep it up guys, another success in our pocket," he shouted to a group of soldiers behind him. "I didn't doubt you guys," the Captain exclaimed.
"Davos, Johnson, the operation was successful, move to the collection point, do you copy?" - he asked. After a short pause there was an immediate answer. "Copy that, sir" two voices sounded on the radio almost simultaneously.
Bobby approached the van. "Are you guys too fast? Why are you leaving so quickly?" - he asked. Indeed, he found it strange that the cleaning company left so quickly. They are usually delayed for at least two to three hours.
The driver cleared his throat. "We forgot something at the base, plus we still need to recruit more personnel, there is too much work for five people," he replied. "It's all the more in your own interests that we work harder," he convinced the guard.
Bobby thought about it. A little strange for the usual work of a cleaning company. But it seems that this campaign was new to their business, and maybe not yet accustomed to this kind of work. Why do they have such delays and problems in completing their work? "Okay, move on. I advise you to check everything before going to the call," he advised.
The driver nodded to the guard. "We'll know, sir," he feignedly agreed with the man opposite. The barrier opened. The van with the hostage moved off. Turning right, they moved towards the meeting place. The operation was successful, everything went like clockwork. Hans had no doubt about it.
Now no one will stop the "Head"'s plan...
A/N:
o0o - means time scroll.
*** - means changing characters pov.
Thank you for reading this chapter of my story. I really wanted to write something about military, with some of my favorite fandoms. I have pondered about it, so I eventually start to write this story. Inspired by COD and some historical events which related to this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the guardians, Frozen, Hot to train your dragon, Rapunzel, Brave heart and etc. All rights reserved and fully belongs to owners and creators of these movies and books.
