Omega124
Challenging Fate
A midnight train going anywhere to Sochi
"I don't know why you insisted to come, Yuri. What's going to happen in the next few days only concerns you if you succeed or not", Reznov said, trying to create idle conversation.
Yuri Makarov really didn't understand Dmitri at times. While someone doesn't get to live as long as this veteran without being paranoid, what Reznov insisted on the two doing was borderline insane. Afraid that someone would murder them in their sleep on this train, he insisted the two stayed up all night, to not give these hypothetical assassins any windows of opportunity.
In that regards, Reznov actually knew the answer to his own question before he even asked it. He just wanted to make sure Yuri was alert enough to be able to answer it. "Eugh...," the brown hair man started, "I need to know whether or not you actually succeed as soon as possible, and being near ground zero is the best way."
Reznov nodded. "The best way to know something is done is to see it for yourself. I've seen way too many things myself..."
Yuri didn't want to hear another recounting of Reznov's tales in the Cold War right now. He didn't want to talk to him at all. Yuri just wanted to sleep. I've been up for almost a day now, he thought, this is ridiculous.
"Dmitri," Yuri interrupted, "I need to go to s-, er, the bathroom"
"Oh," the old man shrugged, "Fair enough. I can wait until then"
Yuri immediately jumped up. This was finally his chance to go to sleep like everyone else on this train. Unfortunately, there was no stall on the car they were in; Yuri would have to go into the next box on the train. Stealthily, he slowly walked over to the door for the next cart, and silently opened it. So far, no one seemed to be up. He shut the door behind him, once again using care not to produce any noise. Turning around, he saw a woman pointing a pistol right at his forehead.
"Don't move," she demanded in an American accented Russian.
Yuri just stared at the newcomer, dumbfounded by her ability to evade his detection. "What the f*** is going on?," the brown haired man demanded to his captor. Her only response was to shove a rag in Yuri's face. A few seconds later, Yuri finally found the sleep he was looking for...
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Yuri groaned as consciousness returned to him. He must had crashed last night; he couldn't even remember going to sleep on the train at all. He tried stretching his arm out, but to his surprise, he couldn't move either of them. Yuri then tried moving his legs, which also proved to be as ineffective as moving his arms were. Now, Yuri realized why he didn't remember going to sleep. That woman with the rag.... she knocked him out.
The World Revolution agent open his eyes. Looking down, he saw his arms tied together behind him, and his legs bounded together. The gashing of rope burned his skin, and he started to curse himself for being stupid. These were limited to his own thoughts, however, as Yuri soon also discovered his mouth was gagged as well. Whoever captured him did not want him to escape.
Scanning the room, he noticed he was trapped in a small, white room. His body was placed on a seat made of porcelain, and he could feel that there was a hole in the seat of this "chair", which was increasingly becoming obvious was a toilet. In an ultimate act of irony, the kidnapper placed him in the train's bathroom. At least he was still on the train; he could still feel the faint vibrations of the floor moving.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open so hard that it slammed against the wall. A woman in an all-black business suit, with a red blouse underneath. On her chest she wore a pin with a red cross, the same exact cross of Reznov's papers in the underground building. Flipping her black hair back, the woman spoke in a tongue that Yuri did not understand.
After a few seconds, the woman walked up to the captured man and pulled off his gag. She impatiently stared at the man, expecting a response from Yuri. When none was given, she slapped Yuri and repeated the same unknown phrase as she said when she entered the room. Yuri frantically said, "I don't know what you're saying!"
The woman seemed shocked for a split second, but quickly replaced it with a smirk. Switching to Russian, she said, "They never bothered to teach you English? You commies really have deteriorated since the Union fell."
"An Orderswoman," Yuri cursed, "And I thought Putin's agents were going to be our biggest threat right now."
"To be fair," the black haired woman gloated, "We didn't even know you Revolutionists still existed. We thought you commies just shriveled up and died."
Yuri didn't know whether the woman was telling the truth, or if she was just making it up to get under his skin. It really didn't matter either way, seeing as this American was going to interrogate him. Maybe he could get some information back from her. "Surprised to see you operate in Russia of all places. Realized even capitalist Russians hate the US?"
Yuri's comment earned another slap from the woman, who obviously did not want to debate the finer details of geopolitical relationships. "I'll be the one asking the questions here, Ruskie," the woman demanded. "Like why are you here?"
"Not to start two illegal wars," Yuri responded, refusing to give up critical information willy-nilly. The woman took exception to that, and once again palmed his cheek. Now Yuri was the one smirking, "What's your problem anyways?"
"Well," the woman said, "This train is heading straight to Sochi, and I trust you commies less than I can throw you.-"
"That definitely not much trust, seeing as you're a woman", Yuri interrupted, baiting her.
The woman's hands clenched into firsts. "Goddamnit," she yelled as she clobbered Yuri in a 1-2 combo. Before he could recover, the black haired woman grabbed him by his collar, her face right in front of his. Her brown eyes, full of anger, glared at Yuri. "You will tell me what you're planning down there, you goddamned commie."
"Fine," Yuri conceded, "Even commies need to have fun at the Olympics. I was simply going to enjoy myself there. I know you Americans hate fun, but you don't need to punch people over it."
The woman growled. She knew she wasn't going to get a better answer out of him without breaking some laws, and it would take too long anyways. However, at least she got the confession that they were in fact going to Sochi. That could be important later.
Moving on to her next question, the woman asked, "And what's your name, Ruskie?"
"Oh, that's easy", the Russian said, "My name is Yuri Makarov. And you?"
"Rachel Solomon," she said, surprised he gave that up so easily. And then she gave her own name up easily, too. She muttered something under her breath. She grabbed Yuri's removed gag and firmly tied it around his mouth again. "OK, Yuri, now you're lucky I'm not supposed to kill anyone here, although because of my last question I probably should anyways. To be honest, as long as you stay in Russia, we won't care what you commies do; we got bigger fish to fry."
She produced yet another rag, conveniently kept in one of her pockets. "Hopefully, your friend will wake up soon and finds you. I really don't care, though. Otherwise, I'm getting off this train. It was fun talking to you, Yuri. Now sweet dreams". The rag was then shoved in the Russian's face, and after a few seconds, his eyes closed once again.
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"I don't know why you insisted to come, Yuri. What's going to happen in the next few days only concerns you if you succeed or not", Reznov said, trying to create idle conversation.
Yuri Makarov really didn't understand Dmitri at times. While someone doesn't get to live as long as this veteran without being paranoid, what Reznov insisted on the two doing was borderline insane. Afraid that someone would murder them in their sleep on this train, he insisted the two stayed up all night, to not give these hypothetical assassins any windows of opportunity.
In that regards, Reznov actually knew the answer to his own question before he even asked it. He just wanted to make sure Yuri was alert enough to be able to answer it. "Eugh...," the brown hair man started, "I need to know whether or not you actually succeed as soon as possible, and being near ground zero is the best way."
Reznov nodded. "The best way to know something is done is to see it for yourself. I've seen way too many things myself..."
Yuri didn't want to hear another recounting of Reznov's tales in the Cold War right now. He didn't want to talk to him at all. Yuri just wanted to sleep. I've been up for almost a day now, he thought, this is ridiculous.
"Dmitri," Yuri interrupted, "I need to go to s-, er, the bathroom"
"Oh," the old man shrugged, "Fair enough. I can wait until then"
Yuri immediately jumped up. This was finally his chance to go to sleep like everyone else on this train. Unfortunately, there was no stall on the car they were in; Yuri would have to go into the next box on the train. Stealthily, he slowly walked over to the door for the next cart, and silently opened it. So far, no one seemed to be up. He shut the door behind him, once again using care not to produce any noise. Turning around, he saw a woman pointing a pistol right at his forehead.
"Don't move," she demanded in an American accented Russian.
Yuri just stared at the newcomer, dumbfounded by her ability to evade his detection. "What the f*** is going on?," the brown haired man demanded to his captor. Her only response was to shove a rag in Yuri's face. A few seconds later, Yuri finally found the sleep he was looking for...
---
Yuri groaned as consciousness returned to him. He must had crashed last night; he couldn't even remember going to sleep on the train at all. He tried stretching his arm out, but to his surprise, he couldn't move either of them. Yuri then tried moving his legs, which also proved to be as ineffective as moving his arms were. Now, Yuri realized why he didn't remember going to sleep. That woman with the rag.... she knocked him out.
The World Revolution agent open his eyes. Looking down, he saw his arms tied together behind him, and his legs bounded together. The gashing of rope burned his skin, and he started to curse himself for being stupid. These were limited to his own thoughts, however, as Yuri soon also discovered his mouth was gagged as well. Whoever captured him did not want him to escape.
Scanning the room, he noticed he was trapped in a small, white room. His body was placed on a seat made of porcelain, and he could feel that there was a hole in the seat of this "chair", which was increasingly becoming obvious was a toilet. In an ultimate act of irony, the kidnapper placed him in the train's bathroom. At least he was still on the train; he could still feel the faint vibrations of the floor moving.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open so hard that it slammed against the wall. A woman in an all-black business suit, with a red blouse underneath. On her chest she wore a pin with a red cross, the same exact cross of Reznov's papers in the underground building. Flipping her black hair back, the woman spoke in a tongue that Yuri did not understand.
After a few seconds, the woman walked up to the captured man and pulled off his gag. She impatiently stared at the man, expecting a response from Yuri. When none was given, she slapped Yuri and repeated the same unknown phrase as she said when she entered the room. Yuri frantically said, "I don't know what you're saying!"
The woman seemed shocked for a split second, but quickly replaced it with a smirk. Switching to Russian, she said, "They never bothered to teach you English? You commies really have deteriorated since the Union fell."
"An Orderswoman," Yuri cursed, "And I thought Putin's agents were going to be our biggest threat right now."
"To be fair," the black haired woman gloated, "We didn't even know you Revolutionists still existed. We thought you commies just shriveled up and died."
Yuri didn't know whether the woman was telling the truth, or if she was just making it up to get under his skin. It really didn't matter either way, seeing as this American was going to interrogate him. Maybe he could get some information back from her. "Surprised to see you operate in Russia of all places. Realized even capitalist Russians hate the US?"
Yuri's comment earned another slap from the woman, who obviously did not want to debate the finer details of geopolitical relationships. "I'll be the one asking the questions here, Ruskie," the woman demanded. "Like why are you here?"
"Not to start two illegal wars," Yuri responded, refusing to give up critical information willy-nilly. The woman took exception to that, and once again palmed his cheek. Now Yuri was the one smirking, "What's your problem anyways?"
"Well," the woman said, "This train is heading straight to Sochi, and I trust you commies less than I can throw you.-"
"That definitely not much trust, seeing as you're a woman", Yuri interrupted, baiting her.
The woman's hands clenched into firsts. "Goddamnit," she yelled as she clobbered Yuri in a 1-2 combo. Before he could recover, the black haired woman grabbed him by his collar, her face right in front of his. Her brown eyes, full of anger, glared at Yuri. "You will tell me what you're planning down there, you goddamned commie."
"Fine," Yuri conceded, "Even commies need to have fun at the Olympics. I was simply going to enjoy myself there. I know you Americans hate fun, but you don't need to punch people over it."
The woman growled. She knew she wasn't going to get a better answer out of him without breaking some laws, and it would take too long anyways. However, at least she got the confession that they were in fact going to Sochi. That could be important later.
Moving on to her next question, the woman asked, "And what's your name, Ruskie?"
"Oh, that's easy", the Russian said, "My name is Yuri Makarov. And you?"
"Rachel Solomon," she said, surprised he gave that up so easily. And then she gave her own name up easily, too. She muttered something under her breath. She grabbed Yuri's removed gag and firmly tied it around his mouth again. "OK, Yuri, now you're lucky I'm not supposed to kill anyone here, although because of my last question I probably should anyways. To be honest, as long as you stay in Russia, we won't care what you commies do; we got bigger fish to fry."
She produced yet another rag, conveniently kept in one of her pockets. "Hopefully, your friend will wake up soon and finds you. I really don't care, though. Otherwise, I'm getting off this train. It was fun talking to you, Yuri. Now sweet dreams". The rag was then shoved in the Russian's face, and after a few seconds, his eyes closed once again.
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