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We were riding through town for a while with the KGBs on our tails. This time, they started to be careful to finish the job properly. Instead of small pistols, they were using UZIs and Mac10s to either blow up our brains or blow up the whole car.
“Telou! Give me something big,” I shouted.
“Me too! A nice rifle would be nice,” Mark added.
“Okay” Telou murmured as she searched her bag.
“Hey Telou, do you have a knife or something?” JE asked.
“Oh no! I forgot to grab the other bag from the plane! It had knives there just for you!” Telou exclaimed “I’m sorry JE.”
“Oh, too bad. But don’t worry, I found a sharp stick in this car. I could easily blow those car wheels.”
A loud ‘THONK’ startled the whole team. It was Harrel. He knocked JE’s head with an Ethyl alcohol bottle. It was so loud I didn’t even notice Telou already giving us the arms we asked.
“Stop with the freaking jokes and concentrate on the road or you’ll get us killed,” he shouted.
“Man, you could be loud when Silence is not around,” Mark said.
“Pretty rude too,” I added. “I always thought you were the shy type.”
“I don’t have time to be good when our lives are at stake,” he said while getting some materials like cut ropes 4 inches long, more Ethyl alcohol bottles, a cutter, and a lighter.
“Would you like a gun?”Telou asked. “You seem defenseless.”
“No, I’m okay,” he replied. “I got the things I needed here.”
There I thought why he was nicknamed BoyScout. He seemed so ready with everything he needed for the day. Even an out-of-the-blue KGB assault was nothing but a routine to him with the speed he had with whatever he was doing. And all I thought was, ‘WOW, Boy Scout’. He’s also our medic in the team
“Wow, Boy Scout,” Mark whispered.
“No point in arguing,” JE said. “It’s better than getting shot.”
We bolted through the city light. People were staring at us, riding through the stores, with people on motorcycles shooting at us. Luckily, Telou gave me a shotgun with burst shot that can tear up tires easily. Mark, on the other hand, was given a Dragunov rifle with a silencer. For some reason, he attached a lipstick-sized camera, which was linked to his computer, to the door knob of the car.
We were racing side-by-side the other team. It seemed a crucial time not to get separated in order not to lose in a ratio battle. Mark and I were already shooting some bullets to some of the KGBs but they were too fast to get a hit. Harrel, on the other hand, seemed to be having fun throwing his handmade explosion bombs on the roads which slowed them down. We had enough distance to hide for a few 'minutes in a parking lot to regroup. We parked to a dark spot side-by-side.
“So what’s the plan?” I asked.
“We need to split up.” Harrel answered.
“Only way to shake them off.”Lc added.
“Then we’ll split up at Bolton intersection.” Mark said. “Best way to divide them and conquer.”
“We need to get at the rendezvous point at 22:00.” the first girl reminded.
“A helicopter is waiting for us at the top of a plastic factory near the swamp Northeast the city,” the second girl added.
“Wanna race there?” JE asked.
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THE HELLTEAM
Teen FictionLeondro Dumandan is living his perfect normal high school life. Normal, except the fact that he WAS a secret agent. How secret? No one knows. Not his friends, schoolmates, school bullies, neighbors, even his family! But that was when he was young an...
