Chapter 7: Russian Rescue

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As the Hellhound and three Imps looked through the Night Vision Binoculars, they saw something terrible, Dozens upon Dozens of guards. "Ok guys, I need you three to help guide me through there, Moxxie, help with Navigation, Millie, you keep them from getting through the front door, Blitzø, you take the back." And as he stood up, white snow flakes drifting around the Black-Clad Hellhound, Blitzø's phone rang, but Trent answered it.

"Hello, if you know why I'm Calling, it's because I know what you are, and if you want me to keep quiet, and keep this bitch alive, I want-" but he was interrupted by Trent, speaking Flawless Russian, 'No, Mr. Dreznovitch, You won't be making no demands.' Stunned, the mob boss spoke outraged, "Who do you think you are?! I'm Krom Dreznovitch, and No-one Threatens-" 'I said you don't get to make demands, but I will, release your hostage and I won't take your bleeding head with me when I rescue her, and I'll leave no one standing, especially the 3 men to your left, or the 2 to your right.'

Silence fell over the other line, until, "How the Hell do you know where my Bodyguards are placed?!" With a slight Chuckle, Trent responded, 'Look to the Northeast, you'll see me.' after a few seconds, Krom spoke up, "I see you, you think I'm afraid-" 'You have 1 minute to release her.' And Trent hung up. "What the fuck did you say?" Blitzø asked, worried. "I told him his options, he releases Loona or I take her AND his bleeding head." Silence fell over the three Imps, and as Trent unsheathed a special Katana, Moxxie asked, "What are you gonna do with that?" With a swing of his blade, Trent stared at the Mob Boss running into the Facility...

















"I'm gonna save Loona."

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