Sciarra Gulf, Near North Mexico
20:00
Alexzei
He was nearing land once again. And this time he wasn't tensed about the result. He knew it already. So he rolled the accelerator and as he heard the water gush behind him, he clicked the button and pulled the jet ski out of the waves.
A minute later the mobile landed on two wheels on the sand, still damp from the recent receding of the high tide. The wheels pushed onto the sand and the suspension pushed up to its position after the halt. All compartments of the base were properly arranged. Even the Hold Doors were rotated downwards. A decent drive. He had to visit the one who awaited him, with the same decency.
20:30
Alexzei
For half an hour now he had zig-zagged through the trees of the private forest of Conrad Orlov. It was very tiring to keep providing fire to the motor at regular intervals instead of speeding up the way. But there was nothing that could be done. He had to reach the base of the underlord who owned most of the bars and settlements in South Mexico.
A man who had spread terror in Europe. Especially in the Union. He was known for coordinating and conducting over fifty operations in the European Union and over a hundred in Mexico. Stealing, killing, capturing. He would send men. If ever one is captured, another ten would be sent to die. But never has he failed a mission. He has spread his hands over all sectors. Money. Medicine. Weapons. Security. Drugs. The European Union has been infiltrated by his men. Now, Alexzei had to direct all the ants in the cake towards the cherry. And for that, he had to reach Orlov's 'Octace'.
21:00
Alexzei
He had reached the gates of the domain he sought. He let the accelerator loose allowing the mobile to stroll towards the entrance. The Octace was an octagonal tower, twisted. It had eight entrances and eighteen floors. But it held secrets way deeper. It was an iceberg. An iceberg of destruction!
Conrad Orlov had put on a good show. But it was time to be behind the curtains.
He parked the Amphiboy in front of one of the gates. Two men in black tuxedos stood cross-armed at the gate. A cabin was placed on both sides of the gate, each occupied by a single operator.
Alex was wearing his jacket over the sleeveless stitched with a scarf, that he had pulled up to his nose, and walked up to the guards.
"Stroll somewhere else boy," a guard said as he raised a palm to stop Alexzei
"I'm here to meet Sir Orlov."
"Oh. And is he some public figure that you have picked up your ass and come up to him?"
Alexzei was unaffected. He knew that every man had a price. And until he didn't show something valuable he wouldn't be let in. So he went back to his Amphiboy.
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The Shadows of Peace - Battle Cries
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