final fall he knew in his soul he would soon reach.
'Fine, it doesn't change a thing. It just means that
they had us over a barrel and my boys died over some intelligence
fuck up.'
Pottergate said nothing as he studied his subordinate.
Nodding, he turned and walked away motioning for Baker to follow on.
Standing, Baker slowly rolled his shoulders before crouching and
picking up his rifle from beside the seat. Straightening up he
squared himself and slowly began the march into the cold crisp air
that awaited him.
6
Russia
The
Omega site
Exact
Location Unknown
'Jesus this place smells like a rotting wet dog,'
Rawlings stifled the impulse to wretch as Kingsley spoke. 'You would
know Kingsley, the only dumb blonde in your life is your damned dog,
bloody thing's more territorial than you are.'
Kingsley smirked.
'Trust me Cherry my girl ain't dumb, and she's the best
friend on four legs any one could ever want, so on that note; go do
one.'
Baker chuckled and walked past his squad mate as
Kingsley turned in Fadei's direction.
'Oi, Sputnik, what the fuck you boys been cooking here?'
Fadei turned and glared at the black Englishman before
him, a malicious smile playing across his features as he stared at
the impassive brown eyes before him.
'You my Negro friend. We cooked you and your kind.'
Kingsley's eyes widened a fraction as he stared at the
pale watery green eyes of the Russian before him.
'What, did you just say?'
Kingsley felt a warning hand grip his shoulder as he
stepped forwards as Fadei's fingers flexed in the thick leather
gloves he wore.
'I said, you deaf nigger, that we boiled your black
skinned, spear chucking brothers down and fed their bones to our dogs
before we sold the savage laden broth off to the villages east of
here.'
The Russian never saw the fist that layed him low. All
he saw were the rage soaked eyes of a man bearing down on him and the
seventeen inch long blade that descended towards his face.
'Corporal Solomon Kingsley, hold fast and sheath that
weapon now!'
Kingsley's blade stopped scant millimetres from Fadei's
eye. Chest heaving and eyes aflame, Kingsley, through sheer force of
will made himself slowly retract the blackened blade from its course
and slide it home into the sheath on his hip. Baker strode across the
snow and stood next to his second in command as he gazed impassively
down at the prostrate form below him. Fadei's eyes swam with an
unreadable conglomerate of emotions but despite this, all Baker saw
was a stone cold mask of ridged indifference.
'You are one lucky mother fucker, very, very lucky. If
you ever talk to my men like that again, it won't be your hand you
lose; it will be your god-damned head. Now get the fuck up and act
like a damned soldier, we have a job to do.'
Fadei lay on the floor as he listened to the retreating
foot falls of the five men their feet crunching through the snow. It
was several seconds before he slowly began to pick himself up from
the floor. Snow fell in clumps from his battle dress as he righted
himself, a gaze of pure unadulterated hatred bore into the back of
Kingsley's head as he began a meaningful trek towards the vehicles
parked beside the runway.
Turning, Kingsley glanced over his
shoulder locking eyes with the man behind him, an unspoken challenge
passing between the two men. Their silence said more than any amount
of carefully crafted words ever could. When the time came, things
would be settled and both men knew only one of them would walk away
from it, but until then, they would do their utmost to ensure both of
them survived.
****
The vehicles squealed to a halt, slush filled mud
spraying in a soft arc from the wheels as they bit into the ice laden
soil that served as an access road.
'No wonder we never found this place.
It's in the middle of nowhere, and even that is sat in the middle of
fucking nowhere. You would need a map to the map this place was on,
and that's if you ever wanted to find it!'
Baker laughed, as