Unexpected Results

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I got up the next morning, ready to apologize for my actions on the prior day. I knocked on their door and Nikolas answered. Once he saw me he pinned me to a wall with one arm against my throat and the other pressing a dagger to my gut.

"You got a lot of nerve coming back 'ere. You got a wire attached to you trying to git a false confession?"

"I came back to apologize for what I did yesterday. It was uncalled for and we had no strong evidence to trace you to Stalin's police."

"You're a piece of shite. I would kill you but my family is here. Stay away from here."

He freed his grip on me and I fell to the floor gasping for air. Others walked in the room. They were the two kids, Ena, and a woman I didn't know. Nikolas noticed my gaze.

"Keep your hands to yourself and it in your pants or I'll really want to kill you."

"C'mere lad. She may look to be a ride to you but she's my sister and if you go for her, you'll make me mad too and you don't want that."

"I wasn't thinking like that, you filthy minded people."

Ena kicked me in the gut.

"Oww. Would you stop it? I came to apologize. I'm going to leave now and you won't hear from me again."

"Good. Leave now."

I quickly left the house and drove back to our headquarters. Sokolov was waiting for me by our main table.

"How'd it go?"

"Nothing but a couple of scrapes."

"Good cause we have to destroy the factory 15 kilometers from here. Preferably with explosions to destroy any remains. If we do this successfully, we will have one of Stalin's weapon producers done for."

"Alright. Do we have blueprints?"

"Yeah, here."

He layed out the blueprints for the factory. There were multiple entry/exit points and multiple places to lay explosives. We figured out how we were going to pull this off with as few causalities as possible. During the afternoon, we planted them, disguised as new factory workers. The conditions in there are worse then London textiles during the Industrial Revolution. I can't wait until we kill the communist leader and free all workers.

We had given each other one end of a two way radio since Sokolov would be doing a search around the factory to be sure nobody was inside while I stood on a roof of a nearby building ready to shoot a stream of fire at one crate, causing a chain explosion

"Motya there's nobody in here. In three minutes, I'll be out of the blast zone. Shoot the first crate then."

"Roger, Miron."

After three minutes, I saw Miron standing behind a wall, just outside the blast zone. I shot a stream of fire and a series of explosions which caused the factory to collapse and burn. I admired our handiwork until a distress call came over the radio.

"Petrov, get back to headquarters, now! The Alfredson's are taking me! GO!"

"Miron, come in!"

No response.

"Miron! Report!"

This time there was a response.

"We told you to stop your games. Now you're going to pay. You lot are wanted in Berlin for assassinating the leaders of the National Socialist Party of Germany. Either back the fuck off or we'll turn you in. 'ell we may turn you in anyway."

"Nikolas! Let him go! He's done nothing to you and I've hardly done anything."

"You set my kid's arse on fire twice and you 'ad the nerve to look at Sorcha lustfully. Where I'm from, you'd be dead."

"I don't have time for this, release Miron, now or else our order will be have to use force against you and your family."

"I'd love to see 'em try. You've only seen a fraction of my true power. You don't know what I can do."

White noise came from their end.

"Nikolas!"

Silence.

"NIKOLAS!"

Still silence.

"Shit."

I hastily rushed back to our headquarters to check the layout of the Alfredson's house but I couldn't find anywhere where they could hold Soholov. I decided that it would be best to go there myself and try to negotiate with them but not now because it was late and if Nikolas really had power over darkness, he would be at his strongest in case things turned violent again. I went to bed in an uneasy sleep planning how to break him out if my diplomacy failed.

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