❝ i see you. ❞
“ Yeah, but do you see them? “
It was through literal years of practice that the man managed to keep his tone calm and even as he broke into a full sprint, his inky form casting a dark shadow against the backdrop of the pure, white snow. It was his first time experiencing ‘ Old Man Winter, “ his breath cold and bitter and tearing at any exposed skin it could find, crackling in his ears like static.
It had been fun playing spy, if only for a hot little second. Sneaking into the Russian compound had been no thang — as well trained as these fools were, and as important as the mission, there was a certain sense of security that came with being stationed during the worst snowstorm in 30 years. Only a fool would attempt to pull of something so suicidal.
Unfortunately for them, he’d always loved actin’ a fool.
The compound was on FULL ALERT in the wake of his theft, massive spotlights exploding to life all around him as though stirred by the siren call of the intruder alert wailing in the distance. Dozens of men spilled from the barracks, spurred on the audacity of his intrusion and the death of their comrades.
He heard them before he saw them, the two men bursting out of the mess tent to his left — weapons drawn, but too surprised by his presence to do much more than shout in alarm.
They’d never get the chance. There were two cracks of thunder in the distance as 50-caliber rounds piercing through the men like lightning, The first twisted and flailed almost gracefully as he spun towards the ground, reaching out fultily for his partner, not fully understanding why his body was no longer responding.
Erik didn’t even break his stride, instead tapping his temple with two fingers in a makeshift salute.
“ I take it back. Forgot who who fuck I was talking to. “
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