The adrenaline was amazing, he had forgotten the rush of the kill, and the brilliant euphoria of the aftermath. Yes, you couldn't think about the faces or the emotions of the victim, for they would most surely plague your dreams worse than jacob marley. Yuri reached for his glass again, this time instead of the calm, cool, and collected hand of a surgeon, it shook like and alcoholic in the morning. He reached over with his other hand and gripped the arm at the wrist. That seemed to buffer the effects. After a few moments, when it seemed that the most severe tremors had subsided, he brought the hand slowly to his eyes and inspected it. This was an instrument of death, as sure as any bullet or blade ever manufactured, it was through this hand that the dreadful reach of the grim reaper extended and touched an unimaginable number of the unsuspecting unfortunate. It's purpose was clear to the offices that found themselves overlooking Red Square, but to its owner, it was a bit of a paradox. Surely he did not think himself evil, for there was quite a larger number of people he believed to be more sinister than himself, but he couldn't quite place himself as a paragon of the twenty-first century. Was the singular act of killing evil in of itself? Surely not, for there are those who must be dealt with in only the most extreme of measures. Yet, there were also the innocent. Yuri wished he could rationalize their demise, yet that was one of the major infractions of which he was guilty. Not the devil, nor an angel, but a sinner caaught within the purgatory of reality. The black shuttle of the damned hurtled its cargo toward a destiny unbeknownst to all.
"Why are we in this business, Jack? And why does introspection, doubt, and fear always come at the heels of exhilarating bliss and victory?," pondered the Russian as he refilled the glass of vodka.
"Because it's what we excel at and because we are but human pawns in a chess game of inevitability."
Millnan paused briefly, waiting to secure a beverage of his own, and then continued.
"What the hell was supposed to be in that crate anyways?"
"Some used American military hardware bullshit.. obviously wasn't what the Kremlin thought it was."
"Well the information that was passed to me was that it was a new MIRV guidance package that some geeks at MIT had worked up. Apparently it wasn't 100% compatible with the system so it got pushed by the wayside. Fucking brass let it slip, and it turns out the Reds, damnit sorry old habits die hard, Russians are in the market to overhaul their little arsenal."
"So is it the Americans that are trying to kill me so I don't expose who dropped the ball?," queried the Russian. He put his glass down and reached in his pockets. He tore open the pack of cigarettes with the delicate nature of a kid riddled with OCD opening a pack of baseball cards and not wanting to bend the cards. He picked the cigarette quickly and cleanly, before depositing it on his lip and sending his hands to find the lighter. They soon completed their tasks and he brought the flame towards the end of the cigarette and inhaled. The poisonous cloud raped his lungs and smothered the oxygen that had gathered there. It was bliss.
"Sorry Yuri," responded Jack, " I don't rightly know. Could be them. Could be some internal enemies in Moscow. Could be some random lunatic with a hair up his ass..."
"Well then all I have is one question...... Do you have cable or satellite? Because i doubt you possess a DVD collection that can keep me entertained whilst I hide out and try to un ravel this puzzle...."
Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus
Dave
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