CHAPTER 4: A ROMANTIC MOONLIGHT STROLL
Seeing that it's a simple fetch and leave mission, I just put my portable shadow on and cross the road. Hey, you know that joke? What did the chicken say when it crossed the...
What the?! My portable shadow switched off?! Quick! The manual! It means that...
...Someone has spotted me!
Okay, okay, no panic. It's just one Brit, right. We'll ambush him once he comes close enough. Let's jump from the shadows and slit his throat all quiet like. Are you ready, Pälli?
For the record, moron, yelling "Affirmative!" from the top of your lungs is not the ideal way of staying undetected!
Why can't we all just get along?
What was supposed to be an easy fetch and leave mission turns out to be a close quarter fire fight with a whole squad of armed young British men. What they were all doing in this remote forest in the middle of nowhere all at the same time is anyone's guess...
Elli tries to correct his mistake the only way he knows: blowing something up.
Next time I just need to tell him that we are at war with the Brits, not the bush dwelling weasels.
However, while he doesn't know it, he can be remotely useful in another way too.
That is, drawing fire while the red headed killing machine is sneaking up on them.
Meanwhile I ambush another few of them. Not only do I manage to look totally cool in my combat pose, but I can even hit something from these short distances every now and then.
Ahmad, Pälli and Holly stage an assault on their own and take the fight to the Brits' side. I don't want to rain on their parade by letting them know by how much they are outnumbered.
Still, the close quarter fight works for once in our advantage. Holly manages to turn a huge bunch of Brits into tree fertilizer with one single grenade. That's the spirit, lass!
After she pretty much single handedly finishes the few that are still stupid enough to make any noises, the battle seems to be over. Time to hope we didn't blow up the agent's cache too.
Nope, this seems to be intact. It points us to Russia of all places. Pälli gets very excited for some reason, but I decide it's too cold in Russia in this time of the year.
Instead we are going to warm and pleasant South Britain.
The intelligence reports there is a laboratory in here we might want to take a look at. As long as it doesn't involve any mad scientists, this should be profitable. Maybe we can find a few guns that are even half way effective too and don't take 100 bullets in the face to kill someone.