ok. this is the whatever installment. yes, i realize im taking a shitload in time in getting to the major scene, but i love writing, and this is fun. Please review and all that jazz. thanks.
Sovetsk Part something or another...
If Boris was next to him, Deadly would’ve shot him some sort of evil glare. Deadly pops open his Briefcase revealing a multitude of ammo clips and parts to a sniper rifle, a Dragunov. Brand new. MrDeadly grins.
Regus had gotten it for him just a few days earlier, and Deadly had been itching to try it out. “I wonder how bad the recoil is…” ponders Deadly.
Boris walks out of the bathroom and tosses the bloody tissue in the trash can. “Ok, ive got this all worked out”
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“No. that wouldn’t work if God himself was here alongside us to help”
“God is always here with us” argued Boris.
“shut up. Your plan sucks, as usual. Here’s the new pla – where are you going?!” Boris was on his way out the door, strutting confidently.
“Trust me, just trust me.”
“No! Boris! This is gonna turn out bad!” Deadly begins to walk towards Boris, with the intention of stopping him before he gets himself killed.
Boris shoots Deadly a careless grin. It wasn’t very comforting. He slams the door behind him.
Mr. Deadly sighs, and gets to work putting together his rifle. He notices the mini-fridge, most likely containing some sort of alcoholic beverage. No. he needed to be completely focused if he’s gonna keep Boris from killing himself. A red light flashes, and there is some static like noise coming from Boris’ bed. He walks over to the bed, picks up the red light, and hold it to his ear.
“Hello? Are you there Deadly? Hello?!” he could hear Boris’ voice coming from the light.
“uhh..hello?”
“good, glad you found it. I forgot to introduce you to this neat device. It’s an ear piece so you can communicate with me hands free.”
“ah. Well, lets see if I can get this on..” Mr. Deadly fumbles with it for about a minute, kinda getting it loosely on. It feels as if it will fall off at any moment. “ok, I think I got it.”
“good. Now I’m right outside the building, are you ready?”
Mr. Deadly walk over to the bed and picks up his rifle, admiring it in the light shining in from the open window. He walks over to the window and leans the Dragunov against the base of the window. He places his eye next to the scope and locates Boris leaning up against a large pillar, he notices Deadly and waves to him.
Only at this point, from this hotel window, does he notice the size of this building. He had no idea what the building was for, or what kind of people it housed, but it looked like it needed a lot of security. He started to feel a little worried for Boris. This building had humongous pillars shooting up into the sky, holding up this massive structure. It had a shiny marble exterior, and had to be at least 30 stories tall.
“I’m ready. Lets do this. Good luck man.” Says Deadly, with a hint of concern in his voice. He has actually become sorta attached to Boris and his dumb ways.
“ok good” He walks into the building carelessly. Not checking his jacket to see if his gun is showing, nothing. He walks out of view for a few minutes, and Deadly can hear the chatter of people talking in the background. Boris begins talking to someone, most likely the receptionist at the front desk.
