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43: Greed

Can you shut the fuck up!? - Irya "Ochránce" Westolia

Irya PoV:
Two Hours Before Departure

"Holy shit..." These were the only words I could manage after going over what just happened. And in two hours, I was going to have to hop on a plane and go to Tokyo, missing nine of the fourteen people in my security detail. The base was still in flames, courtesy of the propane tanks she had in her office. We all quietly wished to the God we had that the Aussies hadn't heard anything.

Is thirty-five miles off the road enough?

One of my colleagues, Blackmore, had just caused huge turmoil. She had shot at our soldiers in an abandoned office room, exploded the compound, and had been hanged.

"Hey!" I yelled at my bodyguards, getting their attention off the smoke coming from the office.

Bodyguards: "Yes ma'am!"

"Get some damn fire extinguishers!" They got them so fast, even I was proud. Still, my brain wouldn't stop throbbing...

I had been suffering a terrible migraine for the past four weeks, most likely from the damage I had sustained while fleeing multiple fights and worsened from the loud ass explosion which had occurred just ninety feet from me.

The pain came with the territory, and I knew that. My office was blocked, as the debris of Blackmore's office had closed in onto mine. I no longer had access to my office. I had to use the abandoned office room, which was now strangely riddled with spent rifle rounds, although no person had used a rifle to my knowledge. I sighed and waved off my guards before opening up a laptop which I had been carrying around for the entire day.

The bright screensaver of my son hurt my head, but I didn't dare to change it. I typed in my passcode and searched for the file detailing the bombings and attacks planned for the future before leaving for a cup of coffee, clearing out the entire room before I left.

The lounge was empty, apart from Botros sitting at a table, lying down on his large gun. I found it comical how he had such an intimate relationship with his minigun, but there are some things I shall never know.

Just about to reenter the office, I was stopped by Vlad Polina, whose face was riddled with blemishes, scars, and burns. He was the ugliest male I had ever seen.

Krankzinnig mens: "Hello, Westolia!" He said, inflecting his greeting, sounding almost robotic.

"Hello, Vladimir."

Krankzinnig mens: "Would you like the dinner tonight?" Was he fucking four? He could barely string together a sentence.

"I'm busy tonight, Polina." I replied, trying to get him to leave.

Krankzinnig mens: "Night after?" He tripped out.

HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE A FUCKING CLUE!

"Oh, I'm busy tommorow too..." I responded, fainting off his attempt.

Krankzinnig mens: "Next month!" He said, annoying me further. Is he autistic or something?

"I'm busy for the rest of the year." I bluntly replied. Longing for the conversation to end, I started to my office.

He tried saying something, but I didn't hear, as I had rudely slammed the door in his face.

"Fucking antique," I muttered. I checked my watch. In 30 minutes I'd be on my way to Japan. I had to start packing. I closed my computer without bothering to sign out and grabbed the briefcase. I went to the plane and climbed in, hoping that my day would go by with no more problems. I was tired and my head was banging at this point, with a loud white noise suffocating me.

I fainted in the seat.

When I awoke, I was still in the airplane. I asked the pilot how far we were out. He responded with our distance, Just three klicks out.

Everything was fine, and the deal between us and the White Masks went smooth like butter, minus the Masks' visible discoordination and discord within eachother.

Our communications with the base in Australia and other countries had weirdly been severed, but I was somewhat glad.

I even was able to take a day off, time to rest, to be myself. Time to reflect. I had only remembered that my laptop came with me when I had gotten called by my guards to come to the jet to fly back. Turns out, it had been opened to the files containing the planned attacks on: Orlando, Florida. Warsaw, Poland. And the attack which we had planned to be the biggest of them all. An attack on Nighthaven Labs, attempting to deceive them into believing Rainbow behind it, and then once they were all busy with eachother, we pick them off one-by-one, until they come crumbling down.

I didn't leave those files up.

We were compromised.

By the Viper.

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