The next hour left Ravil feeling even more confused. He heard shouts, footsteps, gunfire. Thing 1 grabbed him by the wrist and ushered him out of the cell and down a set of stairs, winding deeper into what Ravil thought could've been anything from a bunker, to a skyscraper, to a figment of his imagination.
Right before Thing 1 shoved him into a stairwell, Ravil risked a glance over his shoulder, and saw the halls flickering yellow and orange, accompanied by the noise of bullets, echoing and reaching his ears. Shouts- he thought they were probably English- but he had no time to catch any of the words before Thing 1 slammed the stairwell door shut.
"Go!" Thing 1 screamed.
Ravil ran, alternating his feet down the steps with astonishing speed. He didn't know where that speed came from, or why he wasn't tripping over the stairs or his own feet.
Thing 1 followed him, taking a moment to bark into his earpiece in Russian. Ravil translated it.
"SWAT is here! I'm taking Galkin to the lower levels. Protect him at all costs and don't let him see the others!"
Others? Ravil thought. Gunfire broke his concentration and he ducked on reflex. When he straightened back up, he continued running down the stairs, skipping the last three. He jumped, shoes hitting the tile floor just inches from the edge of the last stair. He headed for the next door, which was opened for him seconds later by more people in masks he'd never seen before. They ushered him down along a hallway and into a new cell. They left him in that cell, shutting the heavy metal door and locking him inside with no explanation. He heard the click of a gun just outside.
So they are armed. And guarding my cell.
He stepped backwards until his back thudded against the wall. He stood there, leaning against the back wall, staring breathlessly at the door directly across from him.
What in the world is going on here?
SWAT?
Who are the others?
How many masked people are there?
His mind flooded with a tidal wave of questions, and suddenly he found himself huddled in the back of the room, tears coursing down his face in rivulets. Was this his duty to Russia, or was it hell on earth?
He wanted more than anything to wake up next to Artem, and brush it off like a bad dream.
Unfortunately, this would not be the case.
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Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series
Misterio / SuspensoRavil Galkin doesn't have much of a past, but as far as he's concerned, he's a completely normal person. Sure, he's a college drop out and basically a shut-in, but that's alright with him. But there's a whole different depth to the situation. An oc...
