Code of Honor: An unOrdinary Story

Chapter 2

The rumble of turbulence woke Toby from his sleep. Currently, he was on a plane headed towards Sochi, Russia. Beside him, was Brian Coppersmith, a Calgary Police officer, and his partner on this mission. "Good, you're awake," Brian greeted Toby with. "Now you can tell me: Why in the world are we headed for Russia?" "It's simple," Toby responded, yawning in between. "I figured that we'd start with the Sharpshooter." "That still doesn't answer my question," Brian stated. Toby groaned. "The sharpshooter's name is Soviet Mega Debil. It's russian. Therefore, we're going to Russia," Toby explained. "Right... but Russia's the largest country in the world. How are we supposed to find him?" Brian added. Toby just rolled his eyes, and threw an envelope in Brian's general direction. Brian opened it, and read the contents aloud. "The Sochi Shindig. Come celebrate the re-election of Vladimir Putin ! Present this certificate, and you and 1-2 other(s) will be allowed to attend." "There's a taxi waiting for us when we land," Toby stated. "See you in 2 hours."

After they landed, Toby and Brian were in a taxi, headed towards a hotel. "Question: Why don't you have a firearm?" Brian asked. "These are superheroes. I'm pretty sure you can't beat them with words, and a briefcase." Toby just turned towards Brian, and pulled out a spring loaded pen from his breast pocket. "This is my weapon," Toby explained. "My Government Issued Tactical Strike Pen." He then pulled out a small plastic container, shaped like a cylinder.

"The pen functions like a normal one, but has a tungsten blade, a flashlight, and a dart launcher. In the container, or clip, contains six needle sized darts, made of keratin, plastic, and bismuth." Toby then loaded a clip into his pen. "For emergencies," he told Brian.

They soon pulled up to their hotel. Paying the taxi fare, they headed inside. Arriving at the check-in desk, they registered, and took the elevator up to their rooms. While in the elevator, Brian asked, "Why do you need the stupid government seal on everything. Your weapons, vehicles...underwear. What next? Will the government send you a patented security blanket? Or a pack of pencils?" Glaring, Toby only replied with, "You know, I could have you arrested for that statement, pretty boy." "And I could punch you right between the eyes," Brian shot back. "Ding!" The elevator reached their floor. They got out, not saying a word, until they were inside their room.

"I look ridiculous!" Brian yelled. He was surprised that Toby convinced him to do this. "I think you look less scruffy and...uneducated, than before," Toby replied, enjoying Brian's new outfit. Instead of Brian's trademark leather jacket, jeans, and shades, he was now in a black suit and white dress shirt, with matching black dress pants and shoes. His hair was combed, and flat. " I cannot believe you go out in public like this," Brian groaned. "Dress to impress," Toby told Brian, while smiling. "Yah, but who are you trying to impress?" Brian asked, while fidgeting with his collar. " The Russian president, remember?" Toby answered. "Now hurry up. We leave in 5 minutes."

5 minutes later, Toby and Brian arrived in a rented Tesla, pulling up to the entrance of Novo-Ogaryovo. Press, and civilians were crowded near the front gates.

As they stepped out of the vehicle, Brian took notice of the hundreds of security guards, and canine units patrolling the grounds. "Security sure is tight," Brian pointed out. Toby just rolled his eyes. "For a cop, you sure ask a lot of stupid questions," he told Brian. Brian just shrugged. After showing the guard at the front the certificate, the two partners headed inside.

Inside, the palace was truly fit for a king. The walls were plated with solid gold, and the roof was reminiscent of the Renaissance. Murals of the Tsars, The Soviet Union, and Vladimir Putin were everywhere. People in expensive clothing walked to and fro, chatting, drinking, and observing the lush riches. While walking, Brian asked, "Ok...So where are we supposed to find Soviet Mega-Debil?" "Apparently, he spends his time with Nick and Alex Bacyka," Toby replied. "They enjoy gambling, drinking, and stupid activities. All three of them are expert marksman, and each one could pin a mosquito to a wall from 18 yards away, with anything, and they wouldn't even kill it. So, look for a black haired kid, drinking Red Bull or Vodka." "Ok," Brian responded. "I'll check the downstairs, you'll check the upstairs, and we'll rendezvous at 11:23 pm." Nodding, Toby headed down the stairs, while Brian headed upstairs.

Brian looked around, observing the expensive eats the place was offering. Caviar, Sushi, Bublik, Shashlik, and much more. Brian noticed Maria and Alexander chatting about their recent sports events. Wait, Brian wondered. What would a kid be doing amongst upper class citizens? However, his thoughts were interrupted, when he bumped into...Alex Bacyka! Quickly, Brian apologized. "Sorry!" he blurted "It's okay!" Alex replied. "I once had a friend who burned me with a hot glue gun." "Really?" Brian asked. "Yes, and I'll tell you about it over a glass of vodka," Alex replied, enjoying the fiery spirit in the young man's eyes. "Follow me."

Meanwhile, Toby was sitting at a poker table, alongside Nick , Putin, Vladimir Number 2, Scumbag, and Soviet Mega-Debil. Toby, trying to gain info on the whereabouts of Amethyst, ended up betting his Government Support funds. They were all playing a variation of Cheat, where you can bet, lose, and earn money. Nervously, Toby took a sip of his drink, and nearly gagged. "You like?" asked Mega-Debil, using the pseudonym Georgios Kathystereí. "It's Red Bull and Vodka mixed together. It makes a true slav strong. Like Potato, and Bay Leaf." Toby just swallowed, and sheepishly smiled. Then, they all got back to their game. Pavel played 4 sixes, but Nick called cheat, and Pavel lost 50 million dollars. Next, Toby called on Zhirinovsky's bluff, and he lost 20 thousand dollars. Then, Toby bet, and lost, 2.5 billion against Putin. Finally, the game ended, and all 6 players had 75 million dollars. Toby turned to Georgios, and asked, "I know that you have info on a beautiful gem. By the name of... Amethyst. Might I ask where I could find it?" Glaring at Toby, Debil looked at Nick, and started to stand up. "Now," Debil announced, "We shall show honour to Papa Stalin blyat, by playing a game of Russian Roulette." Georgios then pulled out a revolver, and loaded one bullet. Spinning the revolver on the table, it pointed to... Brian! Alex, looking at Nick and Georgios, saw Nick mouth the words, "He's an enemy." "Now, Mr. Toby," Georgios told him. "Spin the cylinder, and fire at this young man." Toby, sweating, picked up the gun, cocked it, and aimed at Brian. Toby's finger twitched. Brian froze in his place, like a deer caught in headlights.

Toby slowly turned towards the table, and dropped the pistol on the table. "Western Spy!" Nick shouted, before pulling out a P90. Aiming at Toby, he fired. Toby, thinking on his feet, grabbed a chair, and began blocking bullets. People began to runs out of the building. Ducking, Brian pulled out his pistol, and tackled Nick. Both of them tumbled over a ledge, before crashing in a table. The impact cause pain for both of them. However, Brian was more disoriented, which gave Nick the perfect chance. Standing up, he ran towards Brian, and sweep kicked him. Just as Brian fell, Nick jumped, spun around, and roundhouse kicked him onto the ground. Brian, angered, grabbed his pistol, and ran towards Nick. Nick smiled, and ran towards Brian as well. Brian fired two shots and began to reloaded. Nick ran up, kicked the gun out of his hands, whacked Brian on the back of his knees, grabbed his arm, and flipped him. However, Brian used the momentum to apply a kick straight onto Nick's jaw. Nick staggered back, and picked up Brian's pistol. He tried to fire, but it was empty. Nick's P90 however, had 16 bullets left. Brian picked it up, and fired the remainder at Nick. Nick dodged them, and the bullets ended up hitting a picture of Hitler and Stalin. Only Stalin remained intact. Nick the proceeded to grab a sword from a antique suit of armour. Brian, eyes semi wide, turn and ran, bulldozing a couple of security guards. Nick followed after him, sword in hand.

Upstairs, Toby was dealing with Alex and Georgios. "YAA!" Toby exclaimed, as he took a swipe with his pen knife. Alex sidestepped, and Georgios grabbed the knife. Toby then swept kicked him, and flipped Georgios onto the ground. Georgios retaliated by sweepkicking Toby, and Alex helped by punching Toby onto the ground. Toby, incapacitated, was out of the picture. Georgios, looking at Alex, jumped off the balcony, and looked around.

Security was all over the place. A group of them headed towards Nick and Brian. They were currently swinging swords at each other. Brian had grabbed a pistol, and was firing at the guards, while Nick was flipping all over the place, cutting their guns in half, and kicking them in their faces. Both were dispatching guards, while continuing their duel. Alex jumped onto the balcony, where Toby remained, still out cold. He picked up the lifeless mushroom, and tossed him across the ballroom. Brian looked up, and noticed Toby flying through the air. He quickly dropped his sword, and caught Toby, before he hit the ground. Seeing this as an opportunity, Nick, Alex, and Georgios dashed out of the building, but not before Nick tossed his sword, which landed squarely in Toby's shoulder. "OUCH!!" Toby cried, awaking from his slumber. Looking around, he realized that their covers had been blown, and that Suspect #3 was escaping. Enraged, he got up, ripped the blade out of his arm, and ran after them. Brian, stunned by the change in personality, ran to the parkade, and got the Tesla.