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Loyalty [EII;Closed Story]

Loyalty
"Even the most loyal are capable of betrayal."

In the months following the collapse of the soviet government a second collapse was occuring, that of the underground which without its government funding or support was forced to "illegal" activities under the new government laws which prohibited its activities. These 'activities' involved drug running as well as producing, arms dealing and establishing self promoting black markets inside other nations. Though it would be commonly denied the syndicate was a large force in the russian region holding control of many of the drug markets in various nations. As their power grew though the government changed, while their activities were looked at as legal as well as federally controlled the views changed drastically when the civil war and revolution left behind nothing of the soviet regime and in its place a more democratic council government which immediatly looked to charge members of the highest rank in the syndicate with crimes against the new government law. In order to escape these punishments the government offered a deal, freedom from being charged in exchange for the full disassembly of the syndicate and its branchs in the region. Igor Petropolvsk, the leader of the syndicate, agreed to the terms and began the process of disbanding the organization. His son however saw things differently, now a general of his own branch the son reached out and forcefully took control with his very supportive group of syndicate paramilitaries [The former 'secret police'] anyone who opposed the takeover was executed, this included Igor Petropolvsk who was placed on among the top of the hitlist near Chairman Darinsky himself.

The son, who rans things in secret left his right hand man Vladik Iru as general of the syndicate paramilitary making him incharge of hunting down and executing the former leader as well as the others on the list. Vladik, a man known for his harsh means of torture and execution as well as the sadistic smile he gains from watching his victims pain, took the position once hearing word of the state's new policy against the syndicate. Seeing a chance to eliminate an personal enemy, Darinsky himself, Vladik gladly accepted his leader's offer.

Character List
Igor Petropolvsk
The Great Leader - Mr. Polvsk {Igor's Son}
Chairman Darinsky
Vladik Iru
Sean Stephen
Konig Folkner
Jason Spence
Karl Mullers
Yuri Onne


This story "Loyalty" is a glimps into a world of betrayal, despection and cold-blooded murder. Here you'll see to what extent a person's loyalty can be forced, to what point a man will breakdown and turn on even his most beloved friends or family. You'll see the effect on the mind, the process mentally while at the same time physically. Before the end you will know why this story is called "Loyalty". - Personal Review ^.^

Chapter One: Shadows of the Past

Rain poured down the windows outside the lounge where an elderly man, late 60's it appeared, sat. His age defined by the mix of black and grey hair combed parted to the left. Stubbles of grey outlined his chin and his posture was that of a relaxed form resting easily in the black leather chair, one of a set that were placed in front of a fireplace with a similar couch to the left across a large window covered in red drapes. His eye's were darting back and forth across the newspaper, an article on the front page in bold letters said "Council Government Takes Office." a note to the fall of the soviet regime. As he read a sudden noise caught his attention, behind him a younger man, with very resembling features to the older man, entered the room. Although this was the older man's house, a place where no one else lived, and he was not expecting company he seemed unalarmed by the younger man's presence. The stranger sat down on the couch to the left of the man, he said nothing and waited as he placed a large silvery object on his lap. As the two men sat in the lounge room a calm came over the elderly man, he knew what was about to occur and yet he said nothing and did not protest. The younger man stood up, a good amount of time had passed since the younger man had entered the room and he had waited patiently for the elderly man to finish reading his paper. Now all caught up on the news the man rested back into his chair and closed his eye's awaiting his oncoming demise. The younger man walked behind him, placed the large barrel of the silenced pistol to the back of the man's head and fired a single shot putting the man's face into his own lap. The younger man turned away and left the room without a word…

Igor sat back away from the group of federal agents who were now guarding him from his own son. He was uneasy about the whole thing, not trusting anyone and after what had occurred earlier who would blame him. Just hours ago word was received that his brother was found dead in his home apparently killed by an intruder during a robbery, lies Igor knew. Although not so sure on who had made the assassination he wanted nothing but peace to mourn the loss of his brother, something the agents were not willing to give him. Even though he had immunity he was still under custody for the time being and was restricted to the single cold damp concrete room of the bunker.
“May god watch over your soul brother, may you have a peaceful rest.” He said under his breath.

The time seemed to last forever, hours gone by and it felt like days. Igor was sore, the bed he rested on was that of a thin mattress of straw it seemed laid across the concrete floor and the single pillow given to him was something made of a thick plastic feeling material that only made things worse. After the long wait an agent finally came in to relieve the man of the dirty old cell to which he was confined.

“Come on, the chairman would like to speak to you.” The agent said, his voice very demanding.

Igor stood without a reply, he didn’t want to speak to these dogs, he thought, if anything they were to blame for his brothers murder and he knew nothing was being done to bring justice to he who killed him. He walked steadily behind the agent and behind him followed the two guards, he assumed these men were to become his permanent body guards. As they walked up the stairs the large steel door to the bunker was opened and the brightness of the summer day shone in nearly blinding Igor who had been in very dim light the entire night.

“What’s your name, sir.” Igor asked of the agent ahead of him, his curiosity always got the best of him when it came to other people.

“Jason Spence.” The agent replied quickly, he had no intentions on speaking to Igor any more than he had to.

“Jason eh? Well Jason, I would like to know what is being done about my brothers murder?”

“Nothing, it was a robbery and hardly any clues were left behind. It would be pointless to waste the federal police budget searching for a common thief.”

Obviously not liking the answer Igor’s tone changed, he quickly went from using a polite tone to one of a strong accusatory tone.
“A common thief? You incompetent bastard. Why if this was back in the soviet days we would have found and punished this man severely for his crime, this was no robbery. This was a deliberate attack against my closest relative, no doubt it was the work of my no good son, either him or that Vladik and yet you tell me that nothing has been done about this. Your police force is a mockery of justice, you know nothing of solving crime.”


“Neither do you sir, you idea of solving crime is accusing the first person who has been blamed and torturing them until you have a confession. Your acts got you here in the first place, why else do you think the people revolted against the soviet regime. I mean it couldn’t have been the constant fear you and your syndicate placed upon us!.” Jason began to walk faster. He knew, if he had talked to this man, the mood it would put him in and now he was there, angry that this man even thought what he did in the past was the correct way of promoting justice.

Outside the pathway that led to the bunker sat three vehicles, dark red SUV’s. Jason opened the door to the center vehicle and practically shoved Igor in. Behind Igor followed one guard, and in the front sat the second. Jason chose not to deal with the man any longer and proceeded to the lead SUV. Comfortably inside the passenger seat of the lead vehicle Jason showed signs of aggravation with a long sigh while rubbing his eyes.

“That man has no idea the sort of things he did to the people…either that or he is a complete fool.” Jason said aloud hoping for a response from the driver.

“Don’t let him get under your skin Jason. A lot has happened to him recently, I mean his own son is hunting him down, how would you feel if your son turned on you?”

“I understand that, but that does not excuse his stupidity. Simply put that man has a barbaric sense of justice and that cannot be forgotten. I cannot believe we are actually protecting this man, if I had it my way I would dump him on the road right now.”

“Heh, I am surprised the chairman asked for his presence in the council chambers. I wonder what for.”

“Who knows…who cares. Once we get him there were finished with him and we can leave and never look back.” Jason smiled at that thought and rested back into his chair and closed his eyes.

As the motorcade neared the capital building Jason woke up in a sudden jolt. He eyed the surrounding and recognized downtown Kirov. It was still being repaired after the bombardments of the past wars but yet it had a beautiful look about it. Although just months ago the streets were littered in bodies and burned out shells of armored tanks and civilian cars, now the streets were clean and the people were forgetting the troubled times and looking forward to the future under their new government. The SUV’s seemed out of place though, smaller cars were the only vehicles the civilians could really afford and so the government chose the larger SUV as their federal police vehicle as it would stand out more and get more attention. That’s not to say that city police did not drive cars, infact the policy of ‘Secret Police’ was still a valid one and city officers drove undefined cars instead of painted up patrol’s. Kirovian crime was scarce, however, so really the need to care about what car an officer drove was an argument most citizens didn’t have.

Positioned at the very end of the relatively strait main street sat the large, rectangular, white building of the council chambers. Formerly the Soviet Palace the building had changed, above the building waved the flag of the new Council State. Red on the right, black on the left with a globe in the center along with the hammer and sickle. Although no longer soviet the council government honored the former Nerotikan empire by placing its symbol along with the colors on the flag.

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The building had also removed the red star that adorned the entrance leaving in its place a banner with the words ”Under New Management.” a joke mocking the former soviet powers.

The three SUV’s pulled up in front of the building, circling around the semi-circle entrance leaving the middle vehicle directly in front of the doors. Four men walked up to the back door and opened it for Igor, as he stepped out one man who seemed like he had to say something blurted “Welcome to the council chambers, Mr. Petropolvsk. You’ll notice a lot has changed from the last time you were here.” The other guards threw him a quick glance but it was apparent they liked the humor as they escorted Igor into the building.

“Yes, yes we are in no hurry boys. I’m sure the chairman would like to see me as much as I would like to see him.” The sarcasm in his voice was almost too noticeable, the guards ignored him though.

Jason was turned the entire time watching as the guards almost mocked Igor’s presence.

”It seems im not the only one who doesn’t like him.” He said to the driver who had not looked back and instead lit up a cigarette and rolled down his window.

”I suppose not Jason, so are we relieved of duty now…cause I would really like to just go home and sleep. I didn’t get much sleep and after seeing your little nap back there it got me a bit tired.”

”I wish, no I suspect we have to stay here and wait for that man to return so we can transfer him to his new home. Antrive Prison Camp.” Jason smiled at this, he had forgotten in his earlier comments that they would not be done with the man until he was ‘safely’ resting at Antrive which was something laughable. Antrive was formerly the syndicate’s playground for religious criminals and it almost excited Jason to see Igor’s reaction when they pulled up to the camp gates.

Igor entered the building with a solemn look on his face. The disrespect the guards were showing him was more then unneeded and he would have some words with the Chairman about the treatment he was receiving. As the doors behind him closed he finally noticed how changed the building actually was, the former regime had adorned the entire main lobby with golden statues and other objects trying to show off for any dignitaries that would come to their doors while this council government had sold those statues off to pay for the repayments of the nation and in their place had left open area's. Marble cut the walls in half and above that were pure white painted walls, a thin golden line split the wall from the marble bottom and white top. The ceiling in the center of the lobby rose up three floors and a huge mural was painted on top, scenery of the Nerotikans raising their flag over the building under fire, the man holding the pole obviously had been shot but was still forcing the pole to stand. It was a strange picture to have in a government office as important as this but the nerotikan respect for their own held them to honor those who fought to raise that flag and so it was not necessarily surprising to many of whom worked there.

The building wasn't all that interesting apart from the mural and Igor was shuffled into a plain elevator that took him up to the forth floor where the council held its activities. When the elevator opened Igor was surprised to see nothing of interest up here, this is where the government usually spent all its time impressing foreigners and yet this council had no intentions of exploiting their positions. It was a plain red carpet, wooden walls and large wooden doors. A simple lobby for the most important people in the nation.

Igor walked forward toward the door but was pulled back before entering on his own. They waited, no one speaking, for the doors to open for them as one agent pressed a small pager button directly left of the large doors. A few minutes later and two men opened the doors from the inside to reveal a dark empty room with a large semi-circle table resting at the far end of it. The chairman stood in the center of the two men, he had a slight smile on his face and welcomed Igor with a nod.

"Welcome, I hope you found the place ok." He said with a bigger smile, it seemed this administration was full of jokes today.

"Its not hard when your being directed in by a bunch of assholes." Igor said, then walked forward toward the man, hand outstretched.

"Yes, yes. Sorry about them. They aren’t big fans of yours you know...nobody really is." Darinsky shook the mans hand then directed him inside the room toward a secondary door, his personal office.

The two men walked silently to the room, entered then found themselves seats. Darinsky at his desk and Igor in a blue chair resting near a large window the viewed strait down toward the gardens that once were the pride of the soviet regime.

"Care for a drink?" The chairman offered, he had already pulled out two whisky glasses along with a crystal bottle filled with the brownish liquid.

"I wouldn't mind. It has been awhile since I’ve had one." Igor replied.

The chairman tossed two ice cubes into the glasses followed by the drink and slide one toward Igor. He raised his cup up and sipped politely then waited for Igor to take his drink before continuing the conversation.

"Now than, there seems to be some issues with the information you had given us earlier. The compounds you located for us had long since been moved and we need to know where they might go." Darinsky said in a calm tone.

"How would I know? If they've moved then I cannot be of any further assistance as I would have no clue to where they would be moved to." Igor's response was quick and afterward he took another sip of his drink.

"Well...I cannot simply accept that answer. Now we gave you immunity for a reason and it is a very simple thing for us to revoke it and imprison you."

"Is that a threat?" Igor's eye's sharped in a glare toward the chairman There was no way he would threaten him at this moment, he thought.

"As a matter of fact, yes it is. You have not followed through on your end of this bargain as your information turned out to be false."

"My information was not false, your men just aren’t competent enough to act fast." He replied with a smug tone.

"Look, you know a lot more then your telling and I must say that if you do not give it up we will not continue to protect you any longer and your stay at Antrive will not be one of a 5 star hotel." Darinsky was getting irritated now by Igor's lies and it was obvious he was no longer in the mood for jokes.

"Fine then, I understand your terms so there is no need for you to push the subject. I will talk, but my words are not my own understand. The information I give you did not come from me, I want no part in this. Im already on the syndicate's hit list why would I want to give them more reason to put more effort into hunting me down."

”I understand, but you realize your position right? Any information we gather will most likely be pinned on you anyway.” Darinsky said honestly.

”Your very encouraging did you know that?” Igor had a smile now, the drink was getting to him as he finished the glass and set it on Darinsky’s desk for a refill, to which the chairman obliged. ”So back on topic, I cannot tell you where the compounds would be moved to. That would be up to the leader, my son, it’s not information we kept just lying around. But, I do know of one location that you would be interested in, there is a large bunker under the town of Suna in which vast shipments would be sent out, weapons mainly. The reason I did not disclose this before is because I am not entirely sure operations are still being held there. But if they are, you hit this and you’ll disrupt a large portion of the weapons trade within the syndicate branch’s outside this country.”

Darinsky took this in and thought it over for a minute without saying a word, almost like he was buying time. This was very interesting information as they had gotten many calls in the Suna area about syndicate activities recently, though most were ignored due to a large bust in the same area. It seemed now those reports must have been making note to the bunker itself. Darinsky looked up above the door, a single clock sat there, he checked the time then smiled.

”Thank you, this is all I needed. One bust like this and I’ll secure the support of the council to taking further action against these people, not to mention securing your life. You better hope their still operating there cause if not you become useless and you want to know what we do to useless people?” Darinsky nodded his head toward the window which overlooked the soviet gardens.

Outside there were no flowers, a desolate land of dirt and rocks with a single wall at the end, blown to pieces on two sides leaving it standing alone on its own. The timing was perfect, as Igor looked out a parade of soldiers wrestled a man against the wall nearly forcing him into it. The man was blindfolded and his hands tied behind his back. The soldiers then wrapped several pieces of duct tape across his chest to secure him to the wall, they then turned back and lined up in front of him. He struggled as much as he could but the large amount of tape held his sternly against that wall, of which was littered already with blood stains. They raised their weapons simultaneously, their officer standing to the left of the line with his hand raised. Once the hand lowered the rifled let loose a fury of bullets that ripped the man’s chest open spilling blood and guts across the dirt floor. His body slumped forward, held up by the duct tape, and blood dribbled out of his mouth. The officer walked up to the man and raised his head, his eye’s blinked a sign of life and the officer took it away quickly with a single shot from his colt .45 pistol. The group left the body there, his face unrecognizable due to the bullet blowing a chuck out from between his eye’s, the tape was ripped to pieces but held his slumping body lightly as it slowly inched forward toward the ground and the puddle of blood and what seemed to be his intestines.

Igor shot a look at Darinsky, he knew who that man was well before the bullets were fired. The soviet pin attached to his black jacket proved he was formerly a member of the government, the pin being an identifier for former soviet party members used by the nerotikan’s at the end of the revolt when they paraded the prisoners to that same wall. The man must have just been arrested recently, most of the government members were executed at the end of the revolt leaving piles of their bodies in that same courtyard.

”We found him yesterday, hiding in the basement of his mothers house. The man shot an officer who tried to arrest him and when we finally put him in cuffs we found his papers. The idiot kept his government records. I thought you’d enjoy this, after all isn’t that the way you kept the citizens in line back then?”

”That’s just sick, I had no intentions on seeing that today. I put that in my past, I wish to leave now.” Igor stood up, his whisky half gone but he had no wish to finish the rest in the company of the chairman.

”That is fine, I have what I needed. You may leave, your guards are outside these doors they will escort you to your vehicle.” Darinsky had a broad smile now, he was happy to have shown Igor that this administration meant business.

Jason lit a ciggerette and rested back into his seat. It had been almost an hour, no excitment except for a round of gunfire that jolted him out of a silent sleep. Millers, his driver, assured him the gunfire came from the execution squar and calmed his nerves. Jason was uneasy though, he felt like any paranoid person would and darted his eye's around to find who was watching him. Now, however, he was inhaling deeply on his ciggerette blowing out a puff of smoke before opening the window slightly to let it outside.

"Look, here he comes." Millers nudged Jason and pointed at the door, Igor was being escorted out closely by his two gaurds.

"Son of a bitch, I thought maybe that he had been executed." Jason said smuggly with a slight smirk on his face as he inhaled deeply once again.

Igor's door was opened and he stepped inside, the same process as before and once finished another man came out and walked toward Jason's SUV. The man stepped up to Millers' window and knocked on it, once the window rolled down the man spoke.

"Darinsky wants him trasferred to Shuknov, he is high priority as you well know and we've been informed that syndicate hitmen have gotten word of his move to Antrive so most likely they were planning an attack. Shuknov is far enough from the Antrive path that you should be fine. Also it's close enough that you guys should make it back within the day."

"Alright, thanks. That sounds great, hopfully we can get back quick enough so I can get onto my next shift. Shit this is already a bad week.

The man smiled, and waved them on. It was a nice jester but Jason seemed in no mood to be polite and just nodded then looked forward as Millers started the vehicle and they were on their way.

The caravan moved off and left the gates heading down the main street then turning off to head toward the highway. The city was calm, a few streets off the regular routes were still under construction and the blood stained streets were still a sight to behold. Down a neighborhood tank blockades still stood, barbed wire and burnt out car shells along with metal barrels and car tires were laying all around and these few area's seemed to be uninhabited by regular people. To Jason's surprise he found himself running back memories of the battles that had, only several months before, been waged leaving his brother and several friends dead in the very streets he was driving on.

The syndicated forces that protected the soviet regime had fought hard, this was the reason he had such a hatred toward Igor who was commanding those men at that time. Jason made sure, to himself, to never forget the battle of Kirov and yet only small memories remained. These memories were the one's he wanted to forget the most.

"Jason we have to move...there coming round the corner lets go!." A voice shouted out, hazy at first then it slowly became more clear.

The sounds of gunshots and explosions could be heard but the location was also fuzzy and shadowed. The surrounding was that of tall buildings, some of which were falling apart as vision slowly cleared it became more obvious. The man infront of Jason shouted louder but could not be heard as a tank shell exploded only a few meters away leaving the man on his back with half his face missing. Jason turned and ran as bullets peirced the buildings beside him, the sidewalk was covered in blood and ruble as he tried his best not to slip or trip while searching for cover.

As he crossed the street to another block he noticed a group of his comrades firing down an ally way. He darted to them, stopping once to check his weapon. As he glanced up in that short amount of time he saw tracers emit from the ally sending his comrades back, two fell to the ground while the other three slid flat against the wall. One man on the ground was laying dead, the other twisting in pain while moaning for help. His brothers standing only feet away looked at him like he as though he were a lost dog, if they attempted to help they too would be taken down so they stood there watching him die. The wounded man rolled over then was covered in gunfire, the bullets ripping his body to pieces.

Jason was at the end of the block, he was standing against a building watching as the action took place. He decided to move to those still alive in that group, either that or stay alone in a city full of bloodshed.

Jason shot back into reality to realize they were out of the city. He looked around and saw fields of farmland, nothing was growing due to the season but the patches of cleared land was noticeable. He looked around curiously then yawned deeply.

"Man, if I could daze in and out as much as you Jason then I probably wouldn't be so tired all the time." Millers joked, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, you would think that. I don't know so much about not being tired...if you get peaceful rest it makes since but there's no peace here." Jason looked down at his lap killing the mood quickly.

The group drove in silence, no radio chatter nor talk between Millers and Jason. As they neared the state border the silence was broken, they needed gas and had to stop. The group pulled into a small town on the outskirts of the state, a new town called Yulksted which was built recently or near the end of the soviet regime. They turned into a gas station then took separate pumps, Millers stepped out and proceeded toward the doors to pay for the groups fuel.

Yulksted was a small town, only 620 residents, and the group was noticed immediately as being government SUV's. A few people stood by to watch, nothing else in there days seemed interesting and this was an out of the norm experience.

Millers spoke to the cashier as Jason and the other two drivers pumped gas into their vehicles. Once finished Millers paid, using a government funded payment card, and nodded to the cashier then moved toward the door. Jason moved to the passenger side of the SUV then stepped in, he was followed by Millers in the driver seat. The convoy started up and began to move out, Jason rested back into his chair and went back into his own mind once again.

As they neared the outskirts of the small town things seemed unsettling. A heavy feeling dawned on those in the convoy, something Jason quickly became paranoid about. Finally away from the buildings of the town Jason eased back into his relaxed state, too soon.

In the split second Jason took to rest back an RPG round took off and exploded on the road nearly twelve feet away. The explosion was such a shock Millers halted the SUV and the convoy behind him, this was his last mistake. As the SUV slammed to a stop several rounds fired from a high powered automatic weapon shattered the 'bullet proof' driver side window. Millers head flopped backwards onto the center peice and into the gear shift which turned his face sideways. Blood pooled at Jason's feet as more rounds ripped the vehicle around him to peices. He quickly jumped out and in the same motion slid an MP7 from his jacket and slipped the safty off. He turned and fired six shots at a muzzleblast hidden in a patch of nearby trees then ran for cover behind the 2nd SUV in the convoy where the passanger and another man from that vehicle were sitting. It's driver had his face slammed into the wheel.

The men waited until the enemy fire lessened, once this occured they opened their entire clips on where Jason saw the first muzzleblast. As they fired the three men rushed back to the third SUV where Igor and the one living guard were taking cover.

"Its only coming from one side. They must have some stronge weaponry though, it broke through the bullet proof glass like a knife through butter."

As the group sat thinking of their situation a strange hum gathered Jason's attention. It was slight at first but slowly got louder then suddenly through the clouds a KA-50 charged downward firing several rockets at the patch of trees then passing only feet overhead from the convoy. The helicopter flew past the enemy position to survey them then turned quickly, hovered back a bit then sped forward quickly firing off hundreds of rounds of HE ammunition from the twin Gatlin guns that lit whatever remained after the rockets on fire.

The arrival of the Hokum was a surprise but a welcomed relief, although Millers and two others in the group had been killed while one had been wounded. As soon as Jason eyed the area where the enemy had been positioned it was obvious they were dealing with determined enemies, nearly twenty charred peices of flesh that almost looked like individual torso's lay in the burning smoldering patch of land that once had several trees. Nearby one man was crawling away from the scene, his legs missing. Jason ran quickly to the wounded man letting his anger get the best of him. As he reached the mans location he quickly introduced himself with a foot into the man's face sending a few teeth and spits of blood into the air. Even in his weak state the man resisted passing out and flipped himself to look Jason in the eyes.

As they stared at each other Jason was figiting with his MP7, finally he just raised it and fired a single bullet through the man's throat and walked away leaving him choking on his own blood.

As they neared the outskirts of the small town things seemed unsettling. A heavy feeling dawned on those in the convoy, something Jason quickly became paranoid about. Finally away from the buildings of the town Jason eased back into his relaxed state, too soon.

In the split second Jason took to rest back an RPG round took off and exploded on the road nearly twelve feet away. The explosion was such a shock Millers halted the SUV and the convoy behind him, this was his last mistake. As the SUV slammed to a stop several rounds fired from a high powered automatic weapon shattered the 'bullet proof' driver side window. Millers head flopped backwards onto the center peice and into the gear shift which turned his face sideways. Blood pooled at Jason's feet as more rounds ripped the vehicle around him to peices. He quickly jumped out and in the same motion slid an MP7 from his jacket and slipped the safty off. He turned and fired six shots at a muzzleblast hidden in a patch of nearby trees then ran for cover behind the 2nd SUV in the convoy where the passanger and another man from that vehicle were sitting. It's driver had his face slammed into the wheel.

The men waited until the enemy fire lessened, once this occured they opened their entire clips on where Jason saw the first muzzleblast. As they fired the three men rushed back to the third SUV where Igor and the one living guard were taking cover.

"Its only coming from one side. They must have some stronge weaponry though, it broke through the bullet proof glass like a knife through butter."

As the group sat thinking of their situation a strange hum gathered Jason's attention. It was slight at first but slowly got louder then suddenly through the clouds a KA-50 charged downward firing several rockets at the patch of trees then passing only feet overhead from the convoy. The helicopter flew past the enemy position to survey them then turned quickly, hovered back a bit then sped forward quickly firing off hundreds of rounds of HE ammunition from the twin Gatlin guns that lit whatever remained after the rockets on fire.

The arrival of the Hokum was a surprise but a welcomed relief, although Millers and two others in the group had been killed while one had been wounded. As soon as Jason eyed the area where the enemy had been positioned it was obvious they were dealing with determined enemies, nearly twenty charred peices of flesh that almost looked like individual torso's lay in the burning smoldering patch of land that once had several trees. Nearby one man was crawling away from the scene, his legs missing. Jason ran quickly to the wounded man letting his anger get the best of him. As he reached the mans location he quickly introduced himself with a foot into the man's face sending a few teeth and spits of blood into the air. Even in his weak state the man resisted passing out and flipped himself to look Jason in the eyes.

As they stared at each other Jason was figiting with his MP7, finally he just raised it and fired a single bullet through the man's throat and walked away leaving him choking on his own blood.