The Last Romanov (Under Editing)

The Escape, Part Two

The average person probably would've been overcome with joy. They probably would've fallen down to their knees and thanked God that they were going to get out of that hell hole, maybe even cried a little. Basically, a normal person would've felt like the luckiest person in the world, maybe even start believing in God. Like, really start believing in God.

Sasha, though, was not a normal person: never had been, probably never would be. So all he felt was a hell of a lot of suspicion. What did this guy want? He wouldn't have come if he didn't think it would benefit him. Not unless he was insane.

Which, judging by the wild look in his eyes, was a very real possibility.

"Why?" Sasha asked bluntly.

Arttüri blinked a few times, apparently surprised. "... you're not going to thank me? I'm literally breaking you out of prison, and that's what I get?"

Sasha's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"I've got a job offer for you, my friend," Artturi said. "Now, if you wouldn't mind hurrying up, we've still got to get Nadya, and it isn't going to take long for them to realize what's going on."

Sasha continued to glare at Arttüri. He didn't really think that that would be enough to sell him on the idea of running off with a complete psycho, did he?

Arttüri sighed. "Coming with me is in no way an agreement to take the job that I have in mind. Though, let's be honest: that would be a dick move to take advantage of me like that."

Sasha folded his arms over his chest. "What's the job?"

"For God's sake: are you coming, or are you not?"

Sasha continued to give Arttüri that long, hard stare. He was working pretty damned hard to try and figure out his game, but... well, was it possible that he didn't have a game? He was acting so sincere, it was kind of hard to not trust him.

Of course, though, Sasha still didn't trust him. He'd learned a long time ago that some of the least trustworthy people on earth were some of the last ones you'd expect.

Besides: it was obvious just looking at the guy that he was out of his damned mind. He looked like he needed to be committed to some sanitorium far away from the rest of society.

That being said, not being stuck in a prison cell sounded really, really nice...

He stood up, sighing. He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this.

"I'll come," he grumbled.

Arttüri snorted. "Took you long enough to decide." He turned to walk out of the cell. "Come on, then: time's a-wasting-"

He cursed as an earth-shattering boom echoed through the cell block, concrete exploding right by Arttüri's face.

Shit! Sasha didn't need an explanation for that: they were getting shot at.

"You see?" Arttüri snapped, pulling a gun out from his waistband. "You see why I wanted to hurry up and get out of here?"

"Surrender!" The guards outside ordered. "Put your weapons down and come out with your hands up!"

Arttüri fired off a few shots. Sasha heard a few shouts of pain in response. "Make me!"

Sasha sighed as he covered his ears, preparing himself for the firefight to come.

Damn it!

***

Nadya couldn't remember the last time she cried that much.