47: Checkmate

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Hey there, fucko! - Johnathan "Viper" Bryne

"Akshai Aleksyev" PoV:

I smiled as I watched his head blow open.

Fucking fatass.

"Давайте уберем это место и затем отправимся к Радиоактивной базе, чтобы помочь отряду Зулу."

The pawns began cleaning the mess as I approached my second in command, Riley McDonagh. 

Who knew Californians had such disdain for their own country?

"Mcdonagh, any casualties?" The American traitor smiled.

Mcdonagh: "Nyet, we performed just as written up. The only little hijinks didn't even affect the plan, which was that one of their men started calling their wife and son to say goodbye." He laughed. "Didn't even try to fight back. Our men gutted him as they forced the phone to video-call and faced it towards him."

"Good. Go back to base, and ma-" He had looked away from me. "McDonagh, do not be tailed! If you are tailed, you must lead them off as quickly as possible. Just a 20-mile radius into our land, we will be surrounded and the ADF will find us in days."

He nodded and gave a quick "Yes sir!" as I walked out of one of the holes that was opened in the wall during the attack. Outside was a Jeep Wrangler, dirtied so much that even I, who'd bought the car, could doubt it used to be coated in black paint. Five of my best stood around the vehicle. I waved my hand towards the car, showing we'd already overstayed our visit. Once in the vehicle, I told the bodyguard who had taken the driver's seat to bring me to the Radioactive base.

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"El Maelstrom" PoV: 

I finished drinking my liquor and sighed.

"I would like to just say," I laid my hand on the man's shoulder. "I am extremely grateful for your cooperation." When I took my hand off, a bat bashed him in the head; then orders were issued by my executioners. Thirty seconds later, when I opened my eyes, I saw nothing in front of me, no blood, no man, no chair, no stains. 

I left the mansion's cellar as one of my men walked up to me, handing me my phone. 

Taking it from his hand, I opened the instant messaging app, seeing texts that called for reinforcements on a base; I would've batted my eyes, seeing it as just a small base full of grunts. That was until I saw it was from my second-in-command. 

"Send reinforcements to the base. Why did you wait to show me this?"

Grunt: "You say to never interfere or to interrupt your talk with the guests." I muttered under my breath.

"You are correct there..." I sighed. "Go with your brothers and sisters to assist." As he left, another man came up to me, one of my most trusted guards.

Red: "Sir. May we converse somewhere private?" I nodded and he led me to a room. Once I entered he closed the door.

Red: "Our ghillie scouts have spotted a truck full of Russians with some sort of item that requires a large cover, sounded like a tarp to me; the Russians do not wear our insignia, nor our issued gear. They recently stopped near a forest. Our scouts still have eyes on them. We have located three entrances, but we believe there to be more. Do I send troops over?"

"Yes, you may. Did the scouts inform you of the amount of hostiles?"

Red: "Seven. We've got five scouts on duty."

"Did they send their location?"

Red: "Yes."

"Have them terminate the base when the rest arrive. Figure out what organization occupies it. I'll be there within thirty minutes." He nodded then left. Hopefully, it was full of the Rainbow bastards.

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??? PoV:

???: "They all chasin' each other's tails? This shit is getting good."

???: "Yo, good job getting access to the bodycam footage. Can't believe those fuckin idiots let you into their little society."

???: "I know more than I give off."

???: "The square root of eighty-one minus four-hundred and nine."

???: "Negative three hundred-fourty-six?"

???: "Nope."

???: "Dammit. Oh bum off, quit laughing, I did most of the damn work anyway."

???: "You do realize I am the only reason they're fighting, right?"

???: "Yeah, well I got their bodycam footage!"

???: "Want more beer?"

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