No Russian

No Russian

Characters: Joseph Allen AKA Alexei Borodin, Vladimir Makarov, Lev, Kiril, Viktor, Anatoly, Yuri

Info: The Zakhaev Airport Massacre and events just previous to the massacre. Based on the level 'No Russian'

POV: Joseph Allen

Rating: 18+ (for explicit violence, gore and swearing)

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Just remember what Shepherd said. This'll cost nothing next to everything I save. Nothing.

Just a few civilians.

Only civilians.

I wonder what my family and friends would think of me being part of this. Doubt they'd ever know. I legally can't tell them. Not that I'd even want to.

Sitting in the car in this airport car park was making me tense. It was pretty solemn down here. Makarov and the other terrorists were standing outside talking. I wonder if they considered this terrorism. I heard Makarov had been involved in some of the most brutal 'cleansing' raids during his time in the military. Maybe that fucked him up. Maybe this would fuck me up.

Suddenly two of the terrorists, I think they were Lev and Kiril, grabbed the terrorist inbetween them by the arms and held him down, I leaned out of my seat and looked out of the window to get a good view of whatever was about to happen.

The guy they were holding down...I didn't recognise him. I'd seen photos and dossiers on all of them. Not this guy. He was pretty tall, maybe alittle taller than me. He had buzzed short brown hair, Caucasian skin, and he was pissed. He was trying to kick and punch Kiril and Lev and he was swearing at them, their voices were quietened and slightly muffled by my car window, I rolled it down and their voices got clearer.

"What the fuck is this?!"

The man shouted, his voice had a heavy russian accent. I felt his rage in the air.

Makarov was standing a few feet infront of Kiril, Lev and this guy, Makarov was concealed in the shadows. When the guy saw Makarov he lurched up and tried to lunge at Makarov, he had a look in his eyes like a rabid dog, Kiril pulled him back down.

Makarov stared daggers back at the rabid guy as he slowly walked over to him, his every footstep echoed in the darkness of this parking garage.

"I know what you have done Yuri. I know what you have told them."

Makarov said coldly, so the guy was called Yuri. Wasn't that Japanese for lesbian? Yuri stopped trying to fighting Kiril and Lev and settled.

"My friend, my ally, my betrayer."

Makarov said bitterly, I saw Makarov reach for something on his jacket. Had Yuri defected?

"What happens here today will change the world forever. Nothing can stop this. Not even you..."

Makarov said and I saw him hold a M9 in his right hand and pointed it right at Yuri's stomach.

Yuri just kept glaring right at Makarov, like he didn't even care.

Makarov pulled the trigger and the shoot echoed all through the parking garage, the shot lit up Makarov and I felt the bullet hit Yuri, Yuri stifled a pained noise and then jarred for a few before falling fowards. Makarov stared motionlessly and silently at Yuri, who was lying on the floor with one hand on his stomach, blood gushed out of the bullet wound with every shaky breath he drew in.

I got out of the car and watched Makarov nod to the other terrorists and then he stepped over Yuri and headed to the evaluator, the others followed slowly after him.