17
Russia
5999.69 Miles From New York.
From where she stood behind him she could see the muscles of his neck tighten, his body became rigid and he lowered his head, keep his gaze level, ready to jump, everything about him become like a predator, focused to what in front of them.
If seeing what she had seen when they entered in the room before was a only shock to her, her next would truly frightening her. What stood was not ships, not weapons but soldiers, rows and rows going far back in the bigger room, at least 30 across and countless number behind of them all wearing black helmets emblazoned with the Hydra symbol, googles covering their eyes, hidding their faces, armed with oversized guns across their front and standing there waiting, lifeless, just waiting.
“Holy…crap.” Daisy breathed.
This was suicide, pure and simple, not intentional suicide on her part, she had no wish to take on the soldier but as she saw her metal armed captor begun to adjust his stance, moving his feet further apart to give himself more standing ground, she knew that he was going to fight them.
All at once, all the soldier’s pointed their weapons to them in a giant click, click clang at they did so.
The smile on her kidnapper’s face widen.
I’m going to die. Daisy thought with calm frightened alarm. I’m just going to be a holy holey mess.
“You will surrender now Asset.” A male voice said over tannoy from above.
Still looking out at the soldiers in front of them he said with dead calm voice. “Nope.”
“You-will-surrender.” The voice repeated with frustration, spitting out the last word.
Watching from behind Daisy was just about ready to yell at him to surrender, there was nothing they could do.
Turning his head slightly to his right to look at her, she felt her pulse race as he did so, something inside of her knew what he was about was going to be insane and was going probably going to be something she wouldn’t believe but she knew that he knew what he doing.
“Behind me.” He whispered not moving his lips.
Daisy turned her back and pressed it against his, not wanting to see what would happen.
“On the count of 3 you will be fired on, by over 200 soldier’s bullets, all at once until you-“ The voice started.
Rising his voice he said. “Lemme help you, 1-2-3!”
Then from he begun to fire at the soldiers and took the first row down, simply spraying bullets around bullets, the sound was deafening. Still firing he pulled out another two guns from his holster on his leg and fired, with one hand and refilling his first gun, daisy covered her ears and saw as the shells fell around their feet, gradually his body was moving sideways and because she was so close to him she followed.
Still the soldier’s didn’t fire.
“Stop!” Screamed the voice over the tannoy. “Stop now or you-“
The metal armed man, moved his gaze up and trying to find what he looked for his with eagle eyes, seeing it he fired at the speaker that was poking out and it fell to the ground in pieces.
From the further down the hall the voice over the tannoy spoke in another language, Russian or German, Daisy couldn’t tell, and the the line up soldier that still standing what would be the front fired, the shots were poor and the aimed not at her kidnapper but his feet. As if knowing exactly what they were doing, he stepped and jumped his feet way away from their shots. Daisy felt the vibrations on the ground near her.
Again he started to fire them, pulling out more ammo from his belt and more red grenades and throwing them at the soldiers, 2 at a time, who where still not moving, letting the explosion happen around them without moving away to save themselves. Despite the human cover of her kidnapper on front of her, Daisy could feel the force of the blast through him, as he held himself stead.
Then there came stillness from her kidnapper and from the room. Her kidnapper wasn’t even out of breath, his hair now fallen more in front of his face as he stood watching ahead of them.
In the most aggressive voice she had heard him use he yelled out. “Показать себя Бхарани!”
There was no response, just still and silence.
Daisy twisted herself around to look what in front and the amount of bodies around them, the sheer destruction in front of was unbelievable…all those soldier, Hydra or otherwise, were dead in front of her.
Putting his weapons back into his holsters and in single oversized gun in his metal head, he took something small out from a pouch in his belt and shrugged his shoulders. “That just too bad.”
In one quick move he grabbed Daisy from the waist, flipped her over in front himself, pushing her downwards with his arm he covered her and with his flesh hand pushed a small cap open on what he had removed from his pouch and used it to detonated the grenades in the room behind them. From behind the whole room light up in explosions and flames. As the explosion from each devices that was laid went out at different times her kidnapper, still holding Daisy, begun to move towards the side wall of the hall.
Looking in front of her she saw the explosions to her right and the dead soldiers, the still alive Hydra soldiers still standing, all in front of her. There was no reaction from them, not to help their fallen comrades or to flee for their lives from the destruction happening around them.
Her kidnapper pulled out one last grenade, he held the device in front of Daisy’s eyes and she knew what he was about to. With a quick but powerless swipe Daisy went to grab the grenade from her kidnapper's hand, but he elevated it above her reach and looked down at her with angry contempt as he threw the device in front of them, letting it roll to the Hydra soldiers who still stood still. Out of all the explosions that tiny round grenade was the largest, the whole of the room lit up and the ceiling shook from the force of it.
Not saying a word, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the hall and into the room where the fire now blazed from the grenades that been detonated moments before. Just entering into the room she could feel the heat all around them. The metal armed man holding her upper left arm and dragged her through the room, seeming to know exactly what was best route to take.
As she was being pulled she thought she saw something through the flames, a total figure/silhouette of someone, she tried to stop but her kidnapper pulled on. Daisy thought he was leading out the way they had come but instead, he run them over towards a vehicle like she had never seen before, it was a standard not Guinjet, it was more helicopter like, with extended rounded body thick black body that stretched outwards and three think but strong looking propeller on the top.
Trying her best to keep her balance upon being dragged she fell over several times only to be pulled back up quickly and pulled along with more force. When they stood in front of the helicopter like vehicle, still holding her upper arm with his flesh arm, her kidnapper run his metal hand along the body of the vehicle, seeming to feel for something. Turning her head around she heard a clipping sound but saw nothing through the flames and the destruction behind them.
A angry grunt escaped the metal armed man lips and he kept moved his sliding his hand cover the area the stood in front of.
Just as she was about to turn her head back to see what happening and why her kidnapper had grunted, Daisy saw shadowy dim silhouettes of figures walking towards them. Straining her eyes through the smoke and flames she saw more soldiers, marching towards them, all holding very heavy duty weaponry.
“Er…” Daisy stammered as she kept looking. “Soldiers with big guns…coming.”
Not turning around, her kidnapper kept looking, his expression not changing.
The sound of the marching soldiers started to come closer.
*Click* came a noise in front of them
A small smile creaked on the metal armed man’s lips.
The marching grew nearer.
With his metal hand Daisy kidnapper held on to something on the vehicle in front of them and with almighty heave he somehow managed to completely make the door come away and 2 foot high door was held in his hand for a moment before he threw it to the side as if it was just a piece of scrap metal.
The inside of the vehicle was before them.
Grabbing her by the waist her kidnapper picked her up from he ground and threw Daisy inside the vehicle, to which he jumped in a split second later, then turned to his right and found control panel to the vehicle and begun to start up the engines. Daisy watched him and then she looked through the broken doorway of the vehicle to see as the soldiers marched onwards, no more than a few metres away from them, still their pace slow and steady.
“Take a seat.” Her kidnapper told her firmly. “And hold on.”
Turning away from him, Daisy saw the rows and rows of seats behind them, the long vehicle was a closed cylinder that she realised was vehicle created to transport the soldiers. Jumping into the seat directly behind him, she begun to fiercely put the safety belt on, the sound of the marching soldier being drowned out by the sound of the engines clashing to life. Just as her belt was on, she left the sensation of their taking off, the ground shakings and propellers above them thumping into action.
Daisy looked out just as she saw the helmeted and cover faces of the soldier in front of their vehicle stood and disappear as they went upwards, the propelled wind from the vehicle throwing her hair into her face. Still steady on his feet, the metal armed man worked with a mad ease at the control, beside her. Holding on the side of the seat, the vehicle begun to shake as they went upwards.
Looking out the open door she saw a beam of light flash from above them as they went up.
The ceiling of the hall slipped apart and the vehicle containing Daisy and her metal armed kidnapper rose from out of the ground in the daylight and the snow covered world outside, the cold of the winter entering in the vehicle, the storm from hall the existed following their tail as the escaped out.
Quickly the line of the tree tops flipped into her view before vanishing as the vehicle begun to be flown away by her kidnapper into deeper part of Russian to where Daisy had no idea.
She inhaled a breath and gripped tighter to the seat.
The metal armed still stand controlling the vehicle said nothing.