Three Very Unique Pawns in a Chess Game

Chapter 6:Good thing you're a quick learner

Chapter 6: "Good thing you're a quick learner."

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The guard flashes his palm, asking the approaching man to halt. He innocently walks over, hands raised in a surrendering position.

"Listen guys, I think Westen went that way". He says, as he approaches' in his Ukrainian accent.

The two henchmen look at each other and quickly draw their guns on him, he's a bit confused but doesn't give up. He says' it again louder this time in Russian not knowing which of the two languages they spoke.

The two party's study one another. He glances over the two, and they aim their guns.

The guns were none other than the fort-14TP, standard issue. Common handgun in the Ukraine. NO silence suppressor, these particular gun's gave off fifty rounds per minute, more than enough to kill him at this distance, the odds were definitely not in his favor.

His hands are still raised as he swallows the small lump in his throat.

Thankfully the door behind them opens.

Michael emerges from behind kicking one in the spine, leaving him on the ground. He quickly snatches the gun holding it to the others head. "Drop it." Michael cocks the gun.

He obeys sliding it to Neal.

"Good thing you showed up when you did." Neal says' removing the ski mask.

"Yea, good thing you're a quick learner with dialects, otherwise you'd be dead."

Hank comes out with his hands up, running toward the scene.

"Michael put it down".

"Hank I'm not going to kill him, we're just going to have a little discussion with him. Now which one of you boys want to answer some questions?"

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 "I thought you said no one was going to get hurt, we could've let that him go without any weapons or a radio."

Michael, who's carrying the head of the body takes a deep breathe. "I said no one would die, there's a big difference."

Neal briefly drops his side, stepping in, " Hank if we would've let him go he could've went back to base to tell him our location, at least this way we get answers and we promise he'll still be alive."

They both look at him, Michael didn't want to promise anything he couldn't keep, and Hank wasn't in a trusting mood.

He looks at the two men before picking up the body. "Everybody wins, compromise, agree, just until we get out of here."

Ultimately the two men both wanted the same thing they just had different ways of getting it done. They'd made it this far because of each other. Despite bumping heads they just wanted to go home, good men who wanted out of a bad situation.

Still, he'd be very happy to not be in between those two anymore. It was nothing like at the office.

Mozzie and Peter couldn't compare, they had their disputes occasionally, but nothing like this, come to think of it they'd probably never been locked up together for two days with a psychopath either.

Thinking about his two friends back home he pushes harder, hoping to see them again.

"This room looks good, let's put him here."

They find a secluded room and lock the door, dragging their friend toward the bathroom.

"When do we start interrogating him?" Hank ask'.

"We don't do anything, I go in if I need help I'll yell for Neal".

Michael didn't want to spook the guy. He'd wait till he woke up in a calm state to start asking questions.

"So what do we need to do now?"

"We all wait, he isn't waking up anytime soon, Neal you've got the first watch. Hank and I will rest."

Neal shifts so he is facing the door.

"Here I trust you know how to use one of these, just point and shoot."He drops one of the handguns in his palms.

Neal almost drops the cold metal as its being placed in his lap.

"Neal?"

"I got it, I got it,just a little tired." He lied. He wasn't tired at all, he just hated guns. Ina situation like this, a situation of uncertainty, he had to look the part. He didn't want to look weak. Not to his peers, and certainly not to the enemy.

"Okay."

Hank comes back into view with two cups of water. "Here it's been awhile since you two have taken anything. I found some crackers in his backpack."

Michael willingly takes the pill, his splitting headache returning.

"Hey", he grabs on to Hanks arm." Don't give him anything that will make him drowsy."

"No antihistamines, and non sedatives, it's only to temporarily knock out the pain."

He kneels down to Neal. He's surprised to see him shaking. "Neal are you alright?" He lightly places his hand on his forehead.

Neal swats his hand away, "I'm fine Hank, you go rest."

"You're sweating, here are some pills, they're for the pain and they'll help bring your temperature down."

Neal swallows them, eating the crackers shortly after. He wipes his sweaty face and he remains focused on the door.

"Let me know if your symptoms get any worst". Hank walks toward the bed, keeping an eye on Neal. His temperature had risen, he was shaking, and he looked like he was about to puke. It was the shaking Hank was mostly worried about. It could have been a fever, but the way his forehead felt for that brief moment, didn't indicate anything drastically over normal bodyy temperatures.

The gun is on the floor a few feet away from him, something told him Neal wasn't comfortable with this particular arrangement.

"Neal are you sure you're up for this? I can watch the door."

"Hank I'm fine."  He says it again this time, aggressive.