Thing 1 had managed to escape with Marco, and they were now hiding out in a hotel room. Thing 1 no longer wore a mask, and his face was pale, and dark green eyes were set in his skull. His dark hair was mostly unkempt, and a jagged scar stretched across his right cheek. There was a slight patch of stubble on his chin. His name was not Thing 1, but Taras Pokrovskii.
He sat in the hotel room with Marco, who was on a steady diet of water and painkillers, to prevent his concussion from getting the best of him.
"If we didn't need him, I'd kill Galkin myself." Marco grumbled, his brown gaze darkening.
"Don't mention his name. Room could be rigged." Taras grunted back, sitting down in an armchair and cracking open his laptop. His green gaze scanned the screen as he ensured that all his connections were secure and anonymous before logging into the bunker's security system.
Marco noticed. "What do you see?"
Taras cackled. "They're sending SWAT back in again. Should we surprise them?"
"I don't see why not." Marco replied.
"Very well." Taras said, turning on the air conditioning systems of the bunker. They circulated not only air, but also lethal amounts of polonium, all throughout the building.
SWAT had been naive enough to go in without gas masks. Taras smirked.
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Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series
Mystery / ThrillerRavil 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...
