Commander Rolik and Rau stood over the knocked out nurse. Stumbling through the doors, Commander Rolik raced over to support me.
"How did you guys get her?" as I allowed Commander Rolik to shoulder my weight.
"Ran right into us. We chased her back here and Rau put her to sleep. She'll wake up in a few minutes."
Fishing through her pockets, Rau pulled out Ethan's phone and a modified handgun.
"She definitely wasn't a nurse." Rau remarked.
"Pass the phone."
Plopping it into my outstretched hand, quickly I opened the device and went to maps. He had done it! Tapping on the first tap marker, Ethan's murder was in Norway. Excitement trembled down my arm as I swiftly slide the device into my pockets.
"You can tell us you know, we believe you now that you didn't knife Ethan." Commander Rolik sarcastically spoke as he continued to prop me up.
Ugh! Our captive groaned on the floor as a plant a soft kick to her midsection.
"Later, when she's not here." gesturing with my head to individual flat on the ground.
"She'll be waking up in a few seconds." Rau notified us as he completed another check on her vitals. Like a horror movie, her eyes shot open. Scrambling to her feet, Rau quickly pinned her down before she could even move an inch.
"Get her in bonds." Commander Rolik ordered as he carefully lower me to the floor. Immediately listening, the nurse hand bonds on her in a matter of moments.
"Must be one of the General's rookies. Only they would make the mistake of letting us know they are awake." Commander Rolik muttered to no-one particular. "Parlez vous français?" Quickly following it up with, "Do you speak in English?" in perfect accents.
No-response.
"That's how its going to be, huh?" whipping out a blade. With ease he pulled her rigid arm away from her body. "Such pretty hands, what a shape if you were to lose one of your fingers." At that moment, he sunk the blade halfway into her thumb. "Going to talk now?"
"English." with a heavy Norwegian accent.
"Good, we have an understand then." viciously tearing out the blade.
"What do you want?" clutching her wounded finger with her other hand.
"Who sent you here. What you came to do."
"The General sent me here. To help with the execution and relay orders to Duce."
"What orders?"
"Oops. Looks like I forgot." widening her eyes and shrugging her shoulders.
Metal cleaved through bone as flesh fell on the floor.
Shell shocked, quickly she repeated the message. "The Cessna flying from Paris to Oslo crashed. Pilot and companion are deceased. Sending out new aircraft within tre dager from Oslo."
Rapping the honed steel down her knuckles, "I won't play that anymore if I were you. You're lucky I know Norwegian." Translating for us, "Tre dager means three days."
"What does that mean?" I interrogated her. Footsteps echoed around the long hallways corner.
"Rau, deal with them." tossing over an automatic handgun. Within an instant he was gone.
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Torn
AdventureDeeply hurt by the loss of his family during the start of WWIII. Maverick assumes the role of guardian for his last surviving sibling, while secretly vowing to take revenge on the individual who caused the decimation of his city. Once his sibling is...
