"Ruin the world?"
"I mean yeah, we could do that."
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When Faith - a 21 year old detective - finds herself wrapped up in one of the most life threatening cases in New York, the last thing she expects to do is take in 15 year old Alyona - th...
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I WAS ABLE to get out of that office just in time.
It didn't seem Alexei was trying to chase me anyway though. He let me run out of that room. Again, he confused me.
I learnt two things just now.
One; a knife to your hip hurts like a little bitch.
And two; I can't kill Alexei. Which is just splendid - especially since I made it my new personality for the last three or four days.
It's fine. He'll die here anyway. After we've set gasoline to the weaponry chambers - left through that tunnel door and made sure no one makes it out, we'll know they're all dead down there.
Considering Ivan wasn't in his office, we'll have to pray he dies down here as well. Wether he's burnt alive from the gasoline - or drowns after an inevitable leak. I hope either are deserving enough.
"Faith? -- Can you -- me?"
I freeze at the static. We brought walkie talkies just in case we'd need to communicate with no trace, but I didn't think they could range this far. Twenty thousand feet that is.
"Eka?" I don't hide my confusion.
"Higher -- get -- steps."
The cutting out sure doesn't help - but I get the memo. Running now, I make my way back to where we came from, using stealth around guards when necessary. It seems not all of them know there's been an intrusion - at least not yet.
I earn myself a stitch when running up those stairs, holding the walkie talkie to my ear in hopes I've reached a distance suitable enough to reach her.
"Eka?" I call into the speaker.
"Faith?"
"Can you hear me?" I ask.
"Yes - I need you to listen to me very carefully. You need to get everyone out of there, now." Eka rushes her words.
"Why, what's going on?" My voice is laced with concern.
"I'm picking up on something - a breach of safety. Water. Is. Coming. In." Eka says some words I really wished I didn't have to hear.
"How much time do I have?" I can barely hear myself speaking over the sound of my heart racing.
"Twenty minutes --- hurry --- breaking ---"
And then it's static. Plain, silencing static. I don't waste my time dwelling on it though. I rush back down the few stairs I climbed despite the ache in my side and the stitch developing in the other.
I feel an overwhelming amount of emotion to start cursing excessively, but refrain once realising I can't make any noise. It would be preferable, if I wasn't caught in this moment out of them all.
