Bahadur (Watties 2022)

Chapter 45

"Vladimir?" I whispered paddling the boat along the quiet sea, the only noise I can hear is the sound of harsh waves pounding onto the boat and Vladimir's groaning.

"Yes detka"

"Are you ok?"

"Partially dying but yes, I feel perfect" He sassed placing a little pressure over my btec bandaging job. We need to go to a hospital as soon as possible.

The small dock is getting closer and closer, Ya Allah I feel as though I've been paddling this for hours, wait it has been hours.
"We're almost there"

Vladimir immediately shot up wincing in the process as he stared at the dock suspiciously.

"Relax!" I screamed paddling quicker.

  He ignored my words and gently sat up straighter  "paddle towards the bridge"

Hauling the paddles into the small boat I groaned in tiredness and frustration, I don't know what the hell I'm doing "And um how exactly do I do that!" I mocked.

"Paddle on the right until we reach the right direction then go straight again"

I did exactly what he told me and luckily it worked, we reached the bridge within 20 minutes. Vladimir pulled his gun out of his holster and sat up right.

I stopped the life boat just by the pebbles and quickly jumped out, I ensured nobody was there before tucking the sword into my underwear. I leaned over to help him out.

"45 minutes" he grumbled placing a hand on his injured shoulder.

"Huh"

Before he could answer his sat phone rang, Vladimir quickly used his left hand to answer the call.

"Where are you guys" a look of relief washed over his features "We are on our way, stay hidden"

As we reached the top Vladimir stopped a taxi. We got in quickly and headed towards the main city, to my surprise the driver spoke English. He seemed nice enough.

Oh God the sword, it's longer than my thigh and hiking the dress up, I hope the driver can't see us.

"Peace palace please" Vladimir spoke leaning back in his seat with a groan.

He looks battered, blood splattered across his white shirt as well as the shoulder holster. Vladimir already hid his guns in his pants knowing how suspicious we'd look.

Not like we don't right now.  The driver did look at us a little weirdly, I mean he's been shot and my dress is covered in blood. Normal, right?!

The small taxi manoeuvred  through the busy city finally stopping in a slightly calmer area. This must be the peace palace, it's a beautiful sandstone castle design.

Vladimir searched the area for anyone who looked suspicious before paying the driver and shuffling out of the vehicle.

The peace palace is standing right in front of us, we're so close, so fricken close. Vladimir glanced at me as I did him, he inhaled a huge breath ready to say something when a barrage of bullets rang through the calm air above us. My body immediately dropped to the floor with Vladimir, he painfully grabbed his gun and got on the offensive. Ya Allah!

Vladimir looks furious, we were so damn close Allah, so close.

Crawling towards the edge of the car I glanced at the enemies ahead, there are 10-15 men running around and hiding behind cars with machine guns in hand. Their faces are covered with balaclavas but I swear they've probably been hired by Haider Ahmed.