Engage

The Blood We Spill

"Филак, та ну что у тебя там за хуйня?!" (Filak, what the fuck is going on up there?!)

The young man looked back at from where the voice was coming from, and then looked back at the dead body, smelling blood and gunpowder smoke...

"Ничего, мертвец. Хотябы УЖЕ мертвец..." (Nothing much, a dead man. Atleast ALREADY dead.)

The captain of the squad could be head approaching the room where it happened, when he comes in he freezes at the sight, shocked.

"Йоперный театр, так ты его по стене размазал! Сколько выстрелов?" (Holy shit, you erased him against the back wall! How many shots?)
The young man looked at the dropped bullet casings, and picked one up.
"Шесть выстрелов, капитан..." (Six shots, captain...)
"Понял... Бери его пистолет и идём отсюда, нет времени." (Understandable... Grab his pistol and lets get the fuck out of here, we got no time.)

The captain left the building, beginning to yell at the other squadmates, while the young soldier, or Filak, slowly grabbed the pistol on the ground. Turns out it is an old TT-33 had a supressor, and sees how the unfired bullet was stuck in the slide, which is why the scavenger couldnt shoot.
Filak pulled the mag out, and pulled the slide, taking the silver bullet out, and pushing it in the mag which was full of normal 7.62x25 P gl bullets.

"I'll need it. Thanks for the gift."

Filak threw a coin he found earlier, and went out, putting the pistol in his pocket after putting it on safety.

"БУРГУНДЫЙ ЧЕГО ТЫ БЛЯТЬ ТАМ ДЕЛАЕШЬ?! ЗАЛЕЗАЙ, ТЕБЯ НАХУЙ ЖДЁМ!" (BURGUNDY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE?! GET THE FUCK IN, WAITING FOR YOU!)

The captain was yelling at him, and holding the APC door open, so Filak out of panic began running, and got in, with the captain closing and locking the door, his squadmates laughed a bit at him, but the captain quickly calmed down as he opened a close bulletproof window, lighting a cigar.

"Чё нашёл, а? Показывай!" (Whacha find, huh? Show it!)
Laughing, said his squadmate. And so Filak pulled the supressed pistol out.
"Просто Токарева..." (Just Tokarev...)
"Ладно, оставить себе можешь, сам убил - сам держи." (Fine, you can keep it, your kill - your loot.)

Filak looked over the pistol, and then looked back at the captain, hiding the pistol.
The captain puffed out some smoke, and looked at Filak.

"Бургундый, ты понимаешь что если ты бы там трахался больше то те американцы б нас заебашили б? Витяз оно воабще ног не чувствует. Готовся ночь стоять на охране." (Burgundy, do you understand if you would've fucked around more then the americans would have fucked us up? Vityaz doesnt even feel his legs. Get ready to stand the night on guard.)

Filak nodded. In a bit they get to the main base. It wasn't full nor empty, but there were 3 more squads staying over. During the latest mission Filak's squad went on, they found very critical data about the United Federation's forces. The reason why they began running ASAP after finding it, is because they got in a firefight with United Fed's scouts, which led to Vityaz almost losing his legs. Filak looked at his buckwheat porridge and potatoes. Others were drinking alchohol and partying, meanwhile Filak was at the edge of the diner, just calmly and slowly eating. He pulled out the pistol, and pulled the mag out to see the bullets, and looks at the top Silver one. Right, this is a TT FMJ43 round, fastest TT round and the best one. He pushes the mag back in, and disables safety so that he can pull the slide to load a round, quickly enabling safety back and putting the pistol on holster.
The main radio speakers buzzed with the words:

"Филак Бургундый, подойдите к главному капитану Сайга." (Filak Burgundy, please come to main captain Saiga.)
"Time to shine."
Whispered Filak to himself, quickly finished his food, got up, and ran to cpt. Saiga's office. He opened the door, and came in.

"Капитан Сайга, солдат 1 ранга, Филак Бургундый, у ваших услугах!" (Captain Saiga, rank 1 soldier, Filak Burgundy, reporting!)
"Drop the russkie, Filak. Noone here is listening nor is anyone 20 meters close to our location."
"You have a task for me, right?"
"Quite the smart one you are, for a 19 year old! Anyway, your squad leader, or captain Kostin, is our target. He is currently writing a reporton the intel. Get him from the attic, and pretend as if youre just going to get potatoes from the first floor. Good luck."
"Gotcha, Saiga. I got a way and have a way to prove me or you innocent and a way to get him."
"Хорошего вечеря, Филак." (Good evening, Filak.)
"Вам тоже, капитан!" (You too, captain!)

Filak calmly went out of the room, turning left, opposite from where he came from, and got to the second floor of the attic, and looking out the window on the side, the sun was setting and it was already dark due to the mountains. Filak pulled the Tokarev, disabled safety, and pulled the slide back to see the FMJ43 round, and released it. He aimed down the sights, straight down to first floor window, in which he could see smoking captain Kostin, getting his computer, ready to write. Filak raises his aim by 20 degrees, and pulls the trigger. All he could hear was a window shatter and a quiet thud due to the distance. The shooter caught the silver casing, and put it in his pocket, pulling out an 5.45x39mm casing he picked up earlier and dropped it, quickly coming out of the top window, jumping down, and then going inside the window of the storage room first floor, then he pulled the potato bag out a bit and then hid the gun in holster, and beginning to act surprised and running.