The Hunter and The Prey

Abandoned

Chapter Six

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Abandoned

Azib was indeed clueless at the moment of treachery from his so called family. He was to meet with the men positioned near D.C to see the rocket they took from Alaska. There was a look of uneasiness in his face as he stared in the horizon. A haunch was covering him and he didn't know how much will cause him if he follows Azir's plan. In the Pentagon office years and years ago, he was the captain of his platoon and he always devise plan not the worthless amateurs, but overruling a powerhouse like Azir was so unwise when the old man's men were still loyal to him in every way, Azib wanted so badly to gain. No surprise at all, as he was only adopted and ex Troy DeMarcus of the feds in the U.S.

But now as he paces back and forth in his cabin while ten armed men surrounds him, he can't seem to display his uneasiness and think of plunging himself in the ocean below and disappear. No the plan is set and he was going home where he will watch all the officers blasting their guts off.

The boat was traveling like it was speedboat racing as fast as it goes; totally ignorant whose ocean's they are trespassing.

The afternoon turn to dawn and Azib was perched in the deck, admiring the breeze in his face. His crews were in the boat, preparing guns, cannons and grenades as they enter the US gulf. The first sign of attack came from above as jets fired and fired towards the boat. The men scattered outside to response back. Azib himself plunges into the ocean and leave his men as a bomb was drop on top of the boat and within minutes all was gone and turned into pieces. Dead men floated in the ocean; bloods, woods and human body parts everywhere. Azib himself had cut across his chest as glass came slicing it.

Coast guards scour the debris and pulled Mr. Ex citizen of the United States off the water. Five heavy looking machine guns were pointed in his face and blurs of people he didn't know drag him away.

"Welcome home Troy," greeted one of his colleague. "Oh I know who you are Mr. Felon despite all the surgeries you had undergone. Clearly, you are a disgrace to our country because of your betrayal. Years of years of investigating you and here you are now, waiting for your death."

"Salyn, old dog. I wonder when we will meet again?" he mumbled.

"Troy, you just answered your inquiries and let's not get with the old dog thing here when we will indict you and probably kill you. Cuff him and let's go back where this scum here faces our jurist diction... or not." 

The cargo jet that contains the captive man who called himself Azib was now dropping low in a solitary base few miles away from D.C. The jet touched down the runaway and glide to stop near three official cars provided to escort Mr. DeMarcus in the interrogation room downtown, where Chasen, Demitri and the President awaits his arrival. They loaded him inside the bulletproof BMW and off they go. In front was an armored car and behind was another car load of armed soldiers.

Troy's cut in the head was still bleeding, but not that severe. The medic team patched him up earlier just before they loaded him in the cargo jet. But his handlers weren't fuss at all bringing him in the hospital for a true treatment. No. They were more concern and preoccupied about the things they might discover if he starts singing his hearts out for his life.

As they pass by the familiar street of Washington his thoughts wanders at the old man back in Siberia, he so far concluded the wrinkled ring leader double crossed him. He and one official in the Pentagon. They are supposed to alert him if any activities that might come in his way but they didn't. He only has one choice and that is to expose the master plan to the authorities, as a payment for the treachery.

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Deril already alerted that Azib was still alive and in no time arriving in the base where they will squeeze the truth out of him. He can't let that happen. He phoned Azir and launches immediately the outcome of their first plan. Azir was raging angrily and told the A team to neutralize Azib in an instant.

Deril took the elevator going to the rooftop of a hotel suite where he can see the moving car containing Azib. There were two snipers already in position as he joins them. All of them are waiting for Mr. Troy DeMarcus or Azib to come out of the car and they will blow his head immediately before they missed their chances.

Traffic halts the cars moving as they wait for the lights to signal go. It was eight in the evening and rush hour commuters are filling the pedestrian lane. Some motorcycles were stopped beside the BMW. It was so very obvious these two wheeler drivers are there to make sure no sabotage will take advantage.

"We got the words," told Deril to the bearded man with dark brown skin, "Do your job and let it be clean. I'll go now and see what I can gather." The man nodded and stared in his partner. Deril left them –conversing with languages he couldn't damn to understand.

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The car moved again just in time for Troy to break his silence. "There is a scheduled bomb to explode the day the President will have his annual speech in front of his people. The terrorists are in the city." They were at the gate now and Salyn was on the phone and keep it in loudspeaker as the people waiting for them, listens. "I am not sure of my safety Salyn right here, right now, but as a payment for the old treacherous man, I told you this." The car stops and a man wearing bulletproof vest came opening the door for Troy.

Salyn hops outside too just before a sound echoed all around the place. Guards are shouting, heads searching for the snipers and guns withdrawn for a rally if the assassins are within their eyes' range. Another shot fired and it hit Troy's heart. He was on the ground grasping for breath as he chokes blood out of his mouth.

"Medic! I need medic here!" shouted Salyn as he tries to put pressure on the gunshot wound.

Troy grabs his front dress and pulled him nearer. "The...re... th... ere... is ... spy ... Is..." one last gasps and he didn't moved.

Salyn was frantically shouting as he performs CPR to the injured man on the ground. Medic arrives in the scene, but it was too late to save the man.

Chasen, Demitri, the President, CIA and FBI director and Deril were inside the office in the White House discussing what Troy told to Salyn previously. The snipers' nest was discovered earlier and the static are now investigating all cameras. Only thing is Deril was one way ahead of them. He already hacked in the system and destroyed the evidence.

"A bomb in my public speech, of course it makes all the senses in the world to attack the affair. It was indeed the perfect time for Mr. Drakovo to cause havoc and probably the death of me and some people surrounds me," chatted the President.

"Sir if I may to say," pipes up Chasen, "My best guess of the bomb Azib told us is none other than the rocket from the Barry's house. Maybe they intended to launch it in the middle of your presence, sir."

"What we needed to do is to raid every place in D.C. spread our men right now before the adversaries can gather and plan another attack," proposed the CIA director. "We knew their plans of destruction surely they are still discussing what to do next. Let's just assume they already guess Mr. DeMarcus told us everything, surely they will abandoned the first plan and discuss another one."

"Then call every federals, join forces and search the whole town immediately," agreed the President.

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Deril made a detour to the rest room and immediately contacted Azir to propose total abandonment of the plans. "You need to order the rest to flee the country as soon as possible, they are coming from all side and you needed to disappear for a solid time Azir. Chasen and his team are on their way to Siberia as we speak."

"So be it! Stay there and try to sniff everything that will help us for counterattack." The phone was dead and Azir was on his way to his Israel.