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− | The carnage and chaos that fills the next few moments leaves Georg stunned | + | The carnage and chaos that fills the next few moments leaves Georg stunned. His ears are ringing, his eyes watery, and his whole body seems to betray him as he stumbles, careless and lost, through what can only be, in his mind, the very middle of a lightning storm in Hell. ''No sooner had he hit the ground that the door behind him burst open with a kick, and a hail of bullets cut his two captors into pieces. Blood and guts had splattered, warm and sticky, all over him.'' |
− | A few moments later, as he slowly returns to his senses, he | + | A few moments later, as he slowly returns to his senses, he is standing in the middle of a staircase. A moment of quiet. Then the door, behind him, is shattered by small arms fire, splinters and dust flying in all directions. ''I've got to keep moving!'' He thinks. |
− | + | Skittering to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, he finds himself in a small chamber--the very cellar where his men spent their last night before everything went to shit. But this place is not as he left it; it is no longer a small, neat cellar housing winecasks. ''What the fuck?'' The walls are stacked with some kind of high-tech equipment, unlike anything he's ever seen in Abkhazia--all blinking lights and electronic displays. In front of him, standing painfully still, is General Yuriy, his face grim but lacking focus. In the far corner, a large, bulky object--''the missing warhead! Oh, shit.'' And between the two, he sees Maria, covered with bruises, her hair matted with her own tears, tied to a chair. Georg's vision turns red as rage floods through his body. | |
"You son of a bitch!" | "You son of a bitch!" | ||
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There's a pistol in his hand. He raises it, pointing it directly between Yuriy's eyes. Georg's face twists with rage. Amazingly, the General does not move, still as a statue. | There's a pistol in his hand. He raises it, pointing it directly between Yuriy's eyes. Georg's face twists with rage. Amazingly, the General does not move, still as a statue. | ||
− | + | Upstairs, another explosion rocks the small house. Shouting. Many sets of footsteps begin to descend the stairs to the cellar. | |
''I'm supporting No for Maria, using a random card.'' | ''I'm supporting No for Maria, using a random card.'' | ||
− | :--'''Terry''' | + | :--'''Terry''' |