John expected many things from his newest mission. But seeing the woman he was ordered to kill over a decade prior, now on his own squad, was not one of them.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN OLD COMRADES
Warnings: Swearing, violence, death, mentions of human trafficking, mention of suicide.
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The wolf was dead.
Hadir has not been captured.
Farah's forces were put on the Foreign Terror Organisations list.
Alex was now considered a 'traitor' for joining said forces.
What were once their allies, were now considered hostiles.
Their friends, now enemies, though only legally. They were not above breaking the law to aid those they trusted. But until then, they were to go their separate ways; reach their own goals and complete their own missions.
The sun was scorching, even the gentle breeze of the evening air not helping the soldiers to cool down on the quiet base. His hat cast a shadow over his eyes, shielding them from the blinding light like a fire blanket would from the blistering flames. The years of service made the tactical vest seem almost weightless on his chest despite its heavy weight; its presence now more familiar than its absence.
The ground crunched under his footsteps, the brittle stones falling apart underneath his thick boots. He cleared his throat, his eyes narrowed as the gentle wind blew coarse particles into his face, irritating his eyes and skin.
"Twenty years of Civil War," Laswell spoke, a sharp exhale leaving her lips as she walked beside him.
With a gruff voice, Price responded, "Eh, there's nothing civil about it."
"Hadir's well trained..." Laswell said, briefly looking over at the captain, "...teamed up, kidnapped, it doesn't matter. He took the gas to Russia, John."
"He did that with Al-Qatala's help," Price pointed out.
Kate took a deep breath, "He's got the Network and the manpower."
"Yeah, well, can you blame him?"
"Unofficially, no, but this is bigger than Hadir now," Laswell beathed out a heavy, burdened sigh, "We've got two options."
"What?" Price questioned, "We warn Moscow?"
"Or we let Mother Russia have a taste of her own medicine."
"A lot of innocent people are gonna die."
"At the hands of a Western asset." Laswell added, stopping in her tracks.
"Okay, so let's cut to the chase," Price grumbled, hands at the straps of his vest as he looked out aimlessly through the mesh fence.
