Decode | "Alex"

Part VII

Gabby found herself with Price and Kyle in St. Petersburg. She was relieved they weren't going to stop helping with Farah and Urzikstan in any way they could. "That's a hell of a view, Nikolai."

"Was the capital before Moscow."

"The good ol' days."

"I've got two on the door." Kyle told them.

"More Al-Qatala inside." Nikolai added.

"Vehicle inbound." Gabby continued.

"Watch 'em." Price ordered.

"Good spot. Parking here sucks." Nikolai remarked. They watched three men get out of the truck.

"That's the Butcher in the yellow shirt." Gabby pointed out.

"Bastard from the Embassy." Kyle spoke through gritted teeth. She glanced over at him.

"No gas." Nikolai sighed.

"No Hadir." Price continued.

"Easy shot." Kyle shrugged, and Gabby smiled to herself at his eagerness. It was amusing.

Nikolai hummed. "Tempting."

"Hold fast. The Butcher gets us to Hadir." Price advised

"Or the gas attack goes off." Gabby muttered, both her and Kyle turning to face Price and Nikolai after looking out the window through binoculars.

"Well, if that happens, then we're all fucked." Price shrugged. Gabby and Kyle handed their binoculars over to Nikolai. "Let's gear up, get evil— clock's tickin'."

"This way." Nikolai gestured. They followed him over to a table with a large case on it. He presented them with an array of handguns with suppressors. Easy to hide and undetectable.

"What's our timeframe?" Gabby asked.

"Hours or less." Price paused, picking out a gun as the rest of them did. "Nice job, Nik... .40 cal hollow points."

"150 grain, your favorite." Nikolai glanced over at him. Both of them chuckled slightly. They hid their weapons in their pants. It was weird for Gabby to be on a mission and not be wearing a gear. She was getting used to being unorthodox, though. "We'll rally at the warehouse."

"Rog'. Bring the package." Price gave him a look. They had no idea what he was talking about. They knew not to question him anyways.

"On my way, Captain." He nodded. The two of them followed Price out the door and down the steps. He spoke as they made their way to the exit.

"Kyle, I know you want another shot at the Butcher—"

"No grave deep enough for the sick bastard, sir." He said, adding the sir at the end to keep his statement professional. It was obvious he had a high amount of respect for Price. Who didn't?

"Agreed." Gabby nodded.

"You'll have your chance. Both of you, if you'd like. For now, though, we need the Butcher alive." Price advised.

"Copy." Gabby spoke for the two of them. They continued down the stairs, ignoring the civilians, and trying to blend in and look normal.

"We sweep the guards up so they can't alert the others, then move in on the rear door." Price filled them in.

"Rog'." Kyle nodded. Price turned to give them a look as they approached the door.

"Guns on my signal. Not before." He advised, then stepped out. They follow him. The guys were standing around the truck, instantly alarmed by their presence.