Lay it on the Line : The Good Samaritan book two

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Chapter 15

Russia

Mikhailov sat pitifully in the dark jail cell listing to the other prisoners arguing amongst themselves. "SHUT UP!" he yelled for silence, but his words were unheard. The prisoners yelled louder. "You have no power here Mik!" he heard the faint screams of a prisoner. Mikhailov didn't yell back because he knew it was true. Mik reflected on everything that lead him up to this. He was a leader of the terrorist group after his father passed and oversaw taking over his country. William Green was supposed to supply software and guns to help him do just that, but the CIA and FBI caught on and swooped in with the Russian government. They took him down with most of his people. The Cartel was supposed to help in the matter, but it seems they forgot their arrangements. He knew his father should have never gotten involved with them people. He knew the CIA and the Cartel together was a horrible mistake, and now he was paying for it.

Mikhailov sat leaned back on his cot and pouted. He failed his father and his father's formed rebel group. Mikhailov could hear the prisoner quiet down. Faint tapping of shoes were coming closer. Mikhailov sat up and looked at the shadowy figures that stood by his cell. "Come with us." an American man said.

Mikhailov did as commanded. The men dressed in military uniforms led him to a room, way back in the prison. The room was small, just a desk and a few chairs, but it wasn't empty. In that room sat a middle-aged gentleman. The man that sat at the steel table had short black hair and was clean shaven, he was in his mid-forties and wore a black suit and tie. The man motioned for Mik to sit and he did.

"Do you know why you are here?" he asked. Mik tilted his head and wondered why he was asking him such a dumb question.

"Are you serious?" Mik asked

"What do you want from me." he asked as the man cleared his throat.

"I'm the one asking questions. You answer them. Now, do you know why you are here?" he asked in a normal but firm tone. Mik knew it would be in his best interest to follow along, so he nodded.

"I was a leader in a rebel group trying to overrun Russia's capital with stolen software and weapons" he spoke slowly. The man nodded.

"No, no I don't think that is correct. You are here because you failed. You failed. You had the software, you had the weapons as well as the Cartel's backing and men at your side and you failed. You got caught. And like the loser you are, you just gave up." the man snickered as Mik grew angry.

"Who do you think you are? American scum! You put me here!" he cursed more in Russian and then spit on the floor.

"My name is Kevin O'Neil. CIA, Part of the Devils, and the man who knew you could not handle the job of taking over Russia." Kevin stared down Mik.

"You had potential, yes, but you lacked the balls to follow through, unlike your father. Pity he finally succumbed to his radiation poisoning." Kevin paused.

"Did you even know the power of that software you had? No one can just over throw a whole government, especially a little rebel group as yourself. Yes, the Cartel does business with you because you distribute their drugs throughout the country. Yes, they also aided in getting you into contact with William to help with your money as well as selling you guns from Welsh Inc but...you still failed. All this help and resources and you got caught?" he asked. Mik shifted, because he really didn't. Mr. Greene only promised it to help him greatly.

"You know the world is run on death and destruction, the war pigs of the new age turn to technology to follow through their evil plots, but when it comes down to it...people, money, and guns win wars." Kevin rambled on.