going to budge. The door frame has buckled and twisted during one of the impacts. Nothing short of the Jaws of Life can extract him that way.
He look s up just in time to see two individuals leaping onto the hood of the Escalade. Vladimir sizes them up at once. The first is a young man with a blue button-up shirt tucked inside torn khakis. His skin has a ruddy hue like a sunburn. The second is an older, heavier woman wearing a multicolored tank top and blue jean shorts that are far too tight. Her skin is also quite red in appearance.
The pair of them ha ve claw marks and wounds across their faces and their exposed skin. Their clothes already have dried blood staining them. They move incredibly fast, and Vladimir wonders if his kicking against the inside of the door has drawn them to his location.
He curse s, considering how quickly he might whip out his Sig Sauers and realizing at least one of them will be upon him before he manages both kills. Reflexively, he clicks the seatbelt loose and rolls back over the top of the front seat as the young man dives head first through the cracked windshield.
Vladimir hears steps on the hood and roof and realizes the large woman is galloping over the top like a gazelle. The man hits the front seat and is just looking up as the assassin rolls over the rear bench seat into the cargo hold beyond.
The rear hatch popped open and wedged that way when the frame twisted with the forces exerted upon it by the bus. The young man reaches the rear seat with a ravenous growl, bloodshot eyes and bloodied teeth. The woman drops from the roof to the pavement outside the open rear hatch.
Twin silenced Sig Sauers fire simultaneously. Vladimir crouches in the cargo hold with his arms outstretched toward both targets. Headshots to both. The young man bounces off of the back of the driver’s seat and crumples into the floorboard. The woman falls straight over onto her back in a fleshy pile and moves no more.
Vladimir takes stock of his situation. He is alive and the mission has not yet been compromised. He can make this work. He just needs another vehicle to get him to the SIS Building on the other side of Vauxhall Bridge.
He pull s the compartment open that would normally house a spare tire. Instead, there is a compliment of weapons at his disposal. There is a brace of throwing knives which he takes. Removing his jacket, he puts the brace over his shoulder so the knives fall across his chest. Vladimir doesn’t mind that he is conspicuous for now. He has to get to the SIS Building in one piece.
Next , he removes a single Glock made entirely of ceramics. It is a model that was recalled due to its ability to pass undetected by security systems like metal detectors. Only Secret Service uses these and they are still rare.
This particular weapon was taken from a Secret Service agent upon his death. Vladimir has only one extended clip of ammunition for this pistol. It will only be used for the SIS Building. That will be all he needs inside.
A contact case l ies inside the molded space also. These will transmit the retinal pattern of his contact inside, just as the badge will display their name. He looks around, surveying the area, and then places the contacts in his eyes. Vladimir blinks to place them in their correct position over his corneas and then retrieves the last weapon in the space.
He lift s the Heckler & Koch MP5K, with its barrel grip for extra stability, out of the molded foam. He has a dozen extended clips filled to capacity with 9mm ammunition. These he places inside a black shoulder bag with other items he might need. Then he exits the vehicle with the MP5K strap thrown over his neck in the opposite direction, so his knife brace, the bag and the submachine gun create a criss-cross-criss of straps across his chest. He is loaded down, but not so much he can’t make good time. He is a strong man in excellent physical condition.
Vladimir walks back to the passenger side, keeping an eye on
He look s up just in time to see two individuals leaping onto the hood of the Escalade. Vladimir sizes them up at once. The first is a young man with a blue button-up shirt tucked inside torn khakis. His skin has a ruddy hue like a sunburn. The second is an older, heavier woman wearing a multicolored tank top and blue jean shorts that are far too tight. Her skin is also quite red in appearance.
The pair of them ha ve claw marks and wounds across their faces and their exposed skin. Their clothes already have dried blood staining them. They move incredibly fast, and Vladimir wonders if his kicking against the inside of the door has drawn them to his location.
He curse s, considering how quickly he might whip out his Sig Sauers and realizing at least one of them will be upon him before he manages both kills. Reflexively, he clicks the seatbelt loose and rolls back over the top of the front seat as the young man dives head first through the cracked windshield.
Vladimir hears steps on the hood and roof and realizes the large woman is galloping over the top like a gazelle. The man hits the front seat and is just looking up as the assassin rolls over the rear bench seat into the cargo hold beyond.
The rear hatch popped open and wedged that way when the frame twisted with the forces exerted upon it by the bus. The young man reaches the rear seat with a ravenous growl, bloodshot eyes and bloodied teeth. The woman drops from the roof to the pavement outside the open rear hatch.
Twin silenced Sig Sauers fire simultaneously. Vladimir crouches in the cargo hold with his arms outstretched toward both targets. Headshots to both. The young man bounces off of the back of the driver’s seat and crumples into the floorboard. The woman falls straight over onto her back in a fleshy pile and moves no more.
Vladimir takes stock of his situation. He is alive and the mission has not yet been compromised. He can make this work. He just needs another vehicle to get him to the SIS Building on the other side of Vauxhall Bridge.
He pull s the compartment open that would normally house a spare tire. Instead, there is a compliment of weapons at his disposal. There is a brace of throwing knives which he takes. Removing his jacket, he puts the brace over his shoulder so the knives fall across his chest. Vladimir doesn’t mind that he is conspicuous for now. He has to get to the SIS Building in one piece.
Next , he removes a single Glock made entirely of ceramics. It is a model that was recalled due to its ability to pass undetected by security systems like metal detectors. Only Secret Service uses these and they are still rare.
This particular weapon was taken from a Secret Service agent upon his death. Vladimir has only one extended clip of ammunition for this pistol. It will only be used for the SIS Building. That will be all he needs inside.
A contact case l ies inside the molded space also. These will transmit the retinal pattern of his contact inside, just as the badge will display their name. He looks around, surveying the area, and then places the contacts in his eyes. Vladimir blinks to place them in their correct position over his corneas and then retrieves the last weapon in the space.
He lift s the Heckler & Koch MP5K, with its barrel grip for extra stability, out of the molded foam. He has a dozen extended clips filled to capacity with 9mm ammunition. These he places inside a black shoulder bag with other items he might need. Then he exits the vehicle with the MP5K strap thrown over his neck in the opposite direction, so his knife brace, the bag and the submachine gun create a criss-cross-criss of straps across his chest. He is loaded down, but not so much he can’t make good time. He is a strong man in excellent physical condition.
Vladimir walks back to the passenger side, keeping an eye on
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