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Post by lysander117 on May 29, 2013 17:36:38 GMT -5
Andrei had been ready to pull the trigger when Pyotr charged into his tent, wearing full battle regalia and holding an RPK as if he was ready to shoot something. Subsequently, he was glad when Pyotr offered him a hand up and shouted that they had to get out of the station.
The revolutionary - for that was what he now was - did not have time to ask any questions as he was swiftly pulled from his tent by his friend. He looked around the platform, looking for any sign of the commissar that he had seen earlier. He caught sight of a group, the commissar at its head, wending their way through the tents towards him; Andrei cursed and crouched down, pulling Pyotr down with him and setting the stock of his Kalash securely into his shoulder.
Looking around for an avenue of escape, Andrei suddenly remembered the words of comrade Fidel, that the southeast tunnel lead to his salvation. Setting a swift pace, Andrei headed for the opening. Keeping low so as to avoid being seen by the commissar he wove between the tents on the platform, always making sure that there was something solid between him and the soldiers who had by now reached his tent and were spreading out over the surrounding area looking for him. Andrei chuckled at his luck and continued on.
As the two of them passed the telegraph station, Andrei felt a tap on his shoulder and heard his friend shout "I'll catch you up! Go!" and with that Pyotr darted away, readying what looked like several sticks of dynamite strung together.
"Glupiy ubludok!" Andrei called after him for the second time that day.
But alas, there was little time for banter in a situation as urgent as the one he was in now, so Andrei leapt off the edge of the platform onto the tracks and headed for a nearby railcar being oiled by an unsuspecting engineer. As he approached, Andrei called to the man, whom he knew in passing. "Ey comrade, I need your wheels for a bit - orders of the commissariat, they say i've got to get to Chistye Prudy right away." He flashed a winning smile. "I'll send 'em back when I get there."
"What? I thought that transfers were frozen until they could root out the Nazis at this station." The engineer frowned at Andrei. "But If the orders are from the commissars then by all means."
Andrei started to thank the man, but before he could an explosion rocked the station and everything collapsed into chaos. The bottom floor of the telegraph station exploded outwards in a shower of corrugated iron and body parts, sending shrapnel flying all over the platform and setting several tents on fire. Andrei ducked a piece of wall and jumped into the railcar, starting the engine and revving it up just as gunfire started to rain in on his position and Pyotr dived from the platform and vaulted into the passenger seat looking a little singed.
He didn't wait for his friend to speak, he just pushed the railcar's engine to its maximum speed and sped off into the darkness of the southeastern tunnel. Some soldiers started to fire at the two escapees, but Pyotr fired a burst from his weapon which sent them diving for cover. By then, the two had reached the edge of the station's three-hundredth metre outpost and were heading for their next destination - Chistye Prudy.
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Post by CaptainNips on May 29, 2013 19:01:16 GMT -5
"Loyal comrades of the red line. This man is a fascist spy, sent to sow dissent within your ranks. He claims to be a communist; but we know otherwise. This offence can be punished by only one thing. Death. This, is what happens to collaborators and Nazis, this is the ultimate fate of all who thing serving the Reich will lead to bliss."
He grimaced at first at the useless propaganda but his interest was heightened as he heard a shot from somewhere within the station.
Another execution... what's with it with these Reds today?
A few minutes later, the whole statin was bustling with chaos. Red soldiers were darting for the platform, shouting orders about catching two traitors. A loud boom soon resonated throughout the underground area, sending ore panic into the civilian's eyes. Vadim chuckled and leaned against a wall, the bustling works of soldiers and chaotic events entertaining the hitman.
Perhaps there's a reward for these two? I'd gladly take it...
As soon as he began to set forth to find the commissar, an unknown man briskly approached Vadim and shoved a 100-round magazine into his hands. This stranger clearly looked important... some sort of agent perhaps? Definitely not an officer of the miliary...
"Theres no time, I'll pay you another hundred if you help me take them alive," he said.
Vadim's eyes widened in surprise and he almost discreetly pocketed the drum magazine. "Alive? No fun but... very well. You mean those two hooligans everyone is babbling on about? Let's get moving then."
All around the station was still recovering from the explosion and the chaos of the escaping traitors. Vadim examined the platform... observing the rail cars available. The traitors had to be far off by now... the two hunters would need the best rail car they could get.
"We better get the fastest rail car available if we want to catch up," he said and strode over to the edge of the platform, pointing to one particular car, "How 'bout that beastie, eh?"
The wooden car was long and sleek, offering 4 seats with the addition of a movable spot light at the front. The acceleration seemed to be fully reliant on one switch in the corner. A scraggly engineer was sitting next to the car.
"Not a chance bud, this one gots a prototype engine. The cart goes to about 50 km an hour, it's speed is unmatch-"
Vadim had already swung himself over the side of the cart and settled himself into a seat. He looked to the man who hired him and motioned into the cart.
"Get in. Faulty engine or not, this is exactly what we need. They'll definitely be delayed near Christye Prudy," Vadim stated and unslung his silenced Skorpion.
I'll get these fuckers... the man said something about alive... but he never said anything about hurting them first.
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Post by chancewalker on May 29, 2013 19:56:39 GMT -5
"Get in. Faulty engine or not, this is exactly what we need. They'll definitely be delayed near Christye Prudy,"
Dalis jumped into the cart after the hitman yelling at the Mechanic "Start it up we don't have all day"
And with that they sped off into the tunnel.
"Damn this hunk of junk is fast" Dalis said out loud. "Anyway it appears these two were Nazi sleeper agents and good ones at that" Dalis then explained his mission regarding Andrei and the nature of the fascist spy's execution.
"Now that we are up to speed I want to point out the extreme danger of these men,yes I want them alive but I'd rather they died then us. When I was trailing them before one had an RPK and the other had Kalash or an AKSU also, they probably have more explosives"
After a short silence Dalis couldn't help but ask, "So you really were the one assassin who killed the Hansa governor? did you shoot him in the ass?"
He knew it was a stupid question, but he couldn't help himself because really, when was the next time he would meet a famous assassin?
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Post by CaptainNips on May 29, 2013 22:20:45 GMT -5
The cart zoomed down the tunnel, Vadim idly sat down and stared down the tunnel. His companion commented on the cart's speed and described his mission and their targets. Vadim merely nodded and looked down the tunnel, cradling his Skorpion. Silence fell between the men.
"So you really were the one assassin who killed the Hansa governor? did you shoot him in the ass?"
Vadim grinned and replied, "Sure I did, that's what everyone says anyway..."
He paused and continued, "Truly, it took five shots to kill that bastard... He just kept clinging on, begging for his life. Screaming his 'innocence'. Heh"
"No one is innocent in this world," he sighed as if recalling a well-treasured memory. He then smiled, and recalled, "Eventually, the Governor just whimpered... muttering 'Oh mother, please help'. Heh-It was quite a sight. Then..."
Vadim made a gun shape in his hand and fired an imaginary bullet, "I shot him in the head." The young assassin then burst out laughing at this last statement, relishing in the memories of his long dead target.
Soon, Vadim calmed down and muttered, "Always remember those you kill... because they never forget you...". He smiled at the other man, "What's your name anyway? You a... erm... secret police or some shit?"
All the while, the cart sped on down to tunnel... closer and closer to the two traitors.
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Post by Better In Red on May 30, 2013 1:18:26 GMT -5
'Well, it is not quite the adventure I had planned out... I was hoping for more thrills, but it does beat little Labyanka.' She thought to herself, as she looked over the wooden bits of her Dragunov, a faint smile appearing on her lips from the little inscription that simply said "My gift to you, my little Varu." This bringing back fond memories of the little town...and also the question of why people acted so differently when she said she was from Labyanka, and the most foul looks when she said she enjoyed her time there. She mulled this over in her thoughts, but then gave up on it. "People will be people, that's why I like you little guys." She murmured silently to herself while patting her dump pouch, which in turn caused a jingle in response. She walked to the other point in her platform, the station of Chiyste Prudy being rather silent, on the rail car side at least. This proved to be a rather uneventful day, as not many rail cars came by, maybe 2 in her shift, when she usually gets six on a day like this. Talking to her comrade was also out of the question, as he tried to hit on her before, and apparently expected Varushka to be a rather strong willed, solitary, roguish kind of woman, but instead found her to be quite the opposite. This caused him to steer clear of her at almost any situation, and being a rather smart girl, she knew when she was unwanted.
'But seriously...what the heck! Where are the rail cars!?!' She thought to herself, her agitation seeping into her thoughts, and slowly being replaced by concern for what could possibly cause this. She decided upon asking the next Rail Car when the opportunity arose. Her hand showing her nervousness as it pulled back on the bolt and then pushed it forward, the click and "shhik" sound filling her thoughts. If trouble followed, it would be brought down by the Reds. For if it does not respect the Red, it was her job to make it dead.
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Post by chancewalker on May 30, 2013 16:13:37 GMT -5
Dalis was slightly disturbed by the way the Vadim relished in the way he had killed the Hansa governor, but hey he was on the who asked.
"What's your name anyway? You a... erm... secret police or some shit?"
Dalis perked himself up sitting up straight trying to look at least a little bit more proud "Agent Dalis Kalinn Red Line GB i specialize in internal affairs." He said with a smile, normally people got scared of him or didn't trust him anymore when he said things like that, he was glad he could finally speak with someone openly about his business.
Dalis pulled back his sleeve and looked at his watch "At this speed we should be catching up to them near the station soon, I don't know how much of a head start they had" He said whilst removing his AKS-74U from his bag and loading with a mag of dirty rounds. (He had spent most of the military grade he had with him paying the hitman.)
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Post by lysander117 on May 30, 2013 19:12:06 GMT -5
The tunnel was dark, but Andrei didn't find it intimidating - he had been on enough front line assignments to know that the passages closer to home were not to be feared. Despite this and the fact that they were on a railcar moving at an average of forty miles an hour Andrei kept looking over his shoulder, the joint effects of tunnel fear and paranoia were keeping him on edge.
They would most certainly have sent a squad of soldiers to fetch him and Pyotr by now, perhaps even an armoured trolley just in case the two got it in their heads to resist their imminent arrest. So far though, the coast was clear; so Andrei took his tiny map of the metro out of the pocket of his greatcoat and shone his torch onto it, running his finger down a route he had fantasised taking since his father had been taken away by the state security service. The route ran from Krasnye Vorota, through Chistye Prudy and down to the bandit station of Kitai-Gorod - place where Pyotr and he could get passports to anywhere in the metro and probably purchase transport which would be able to carry them the rest of the way towards Avtozavodskaya. Having made such traitorous plans was enough to get Andrei sent to Lubyanka, but he had already done far worse than that in the eyes of the state so he didn't think it of any consequence.
He showed the route to Pyotr, who was sitting silently in the railcar next to him; his friend nodded, but apart from that he was uncommunicative and as the lights of the Chistye Prudy guard station came into view, Pyotr shifted in his seat and began to ready more dynamite.
"Don't give them cause to suspect us - thanks to you they don't know we're fugitives yet. Let's keep it that way." Andrei whispered to his friend as they closed the distance and he slowed the railcar.
"Halt, who goes there?" Came a shout from a figure standing beside a blindingly white spotlight.
"Private Sukhanov and Private Kerensky, we're transfers from Krasnye Vorota to the Lubyanka. We were told to stop off here and collect supplies." Andrei called back, fishing out the first names he could think of.
"We've had no message warning of your coming." The guard replied suspiciously.
"Comms are down back at the gates, it's temporary - they'll telegraph you when they're back online."
"Fine, you men can go on through. Slava krasnoy linii!" The guard saluted as they drove past and Andrei called the same thing back.
Chistye Prudy station was a great deal more militarised than Krasnye Vorota. Whereas back at Andrei's home station, the platform was always filled with civilians, this one was dominated by military personnel. Obviously, the Red Line wanted to show the rest of the metro how powerful they were and since the station of Kitai-Gorod was right down the line from it, there was always going to be a large military presence in order to dissuade any thieves coming from that scum-infested place.
This and the fact that he could hear the roar of another more powerful engine coming from they tunnel which they had just exited from emboldened Andrei's desire to not slow down, so without a second thought he drove down the left tunnel and towards Kitai-Gorod. Ignoring the cries of alarm which were now starting to echo through the station, he accelerated the cart to its full speed and sped away down the southern tunnel.
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Post by CaptainNips on May 30, 2013 22:25:16 GMT -5
"At this speed we should be catching up to them near the station soon, I don't know how much of a head start they had," Dalin said.
Vadim nodded as the cart continued on down the tunnel, Christye Prudy was definitely not far. Then, suddenly, in the distance the pair spotted the lights of the station. The cart's rumble resumed to a murmur as it slowed down near the entrance.
A guard stood by, looking curiously at the two men in the strange cart. Vadim and Dalin spoke at nearly the same time, "We're looking for two men, traitors to the Red-"
Vadim's eyes suddenly darted to the left, a cart ahead had abruptly sped down the tunnel to Kitai-Gorod, causing numerous people on the platform to gasp in alarm. From what the trained hitman could see... two men were seated on the rail car. They were definitely the fugitives they were after!
"Get out of the fucking way! We're after those two!" Vadim shouted and pushed on the acceleration, nearly running over the guard. The railcar roared as it was set to it's maximum speed. More people began to cry out in surprise as the two hunters' cart sped after the fugitives.
The traitorous railcar was almost 20 feet ahead, Vadim's cart chasing the enemy faithfully. Soon, the hitman and the agent would catch up to the two other men. Vadim, still pushing on the acceleration, crouched and aimed his Skorpion down the tunnel with his free hand. His machine gun rattled as he shot a burst at the cart ahead. The gunfire merely clattered against the back of the traitor's cart, Vadim was only hoping to somehow hurt the engine... not it's drivers.
Vadim shouted back to his companions, "I need some ideas here, Mr. Agent! They can't get away!"
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Post by Better In Red on May 31, 2013 12:49:14 GMT -5
"We're looking for two men, traitors to the red-" She heard, starting to turn to what the man in the rail-car saw, having heard the commotion it was causing. "-of the fucking way! We're after those two!" Were the only words she caught, that was enough for Varushka to know that she'd better move it, or lose it. Her quick sprint away was enough to save her hide for now. "Bl'yat!" She cursed, having not gotten an answer she wanted from that man, and from nearly being Metro Meat. The alarms raising was nothing new, but the CO was now issuing orders to assist the chase. Needing no other motive for going on an adventure, she would dash down the station, finding a railcar that was made from a motorcycle (though, she did not even know what a motorcycle normally looked like, as the frame was chopped and reinforced.) She called out to her partner to jump into the side car, but he was nowhere to be found. She scowled at that man, and unloaded a large box of ammunition into the side car from where she got the vehicle, giving herself more bullets and providing a counter weight to it. She gently laid her SVD in the side car and while she thought about it, also grabbed an extra jerry can of fuel, before kick starting the side car, revving the engine to life with a roar, and pulling back on the accelerator, racing off in pursuit of the wanted.
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Post by chancewalker on May 31, 2013 16:32:16 GMT -5
"I need some ideas here, Mr. Agent! They can't get away!"
Dalis, not knowing exactly what to do, pulled switched his rifle to full auto and opened fire on the escaping cart.
Dalis hoped he would damage the cart without killing anyone but at this point he would rather kill them and let them escape. once he ran out of ammo in his magazine he dropped his gun and moved to the cart controls slamming the acceleration hoping he might get close enough to the other cart to board it.
He heard a rail-cart start somewhere near him but didn't turn too look, hopefully they were getting reinforcements. As the 2 carts sped down the southern tunnel he yelled out "Its a long tunnel if we keep up this speed we should be able to overtake before they get to the next station, just keep up the suppressive fire and watch your head!"
Dalis reached into his bag and got out his leather tank-man helmet and grabbed onto the side rail of the cart, it was going to be a bumpy ride.
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Post by milch on Jun 7, 2013 14:52:56 GMT -5
The darkness of the tunnel soon engulfed Andrei and Pyotr completely. The two traitors couldn't see a thing farther than their own nose without turning on their flashlights, which Andrei did so as to show his comrade what route their cart was going to take. The fabled Kitai-Gorod. The bandit kingdom. The place where drugs, weapons and forged documents were as much a commodity as any. Nevertheless, although the fame of the "city" was undoubtable, that still didn't give Pyotr reason enough to like it. Being raised a true and honest communist he despised crime and any those who sympathize it. But Pyotr kept his thoughts to himself. Andrei was always the smarter one of the two of them and whenever he had a plan Pyotr went along. This time was no different in any way.
The silence would've felt disturbing and awkward if not for the loud rumbling of the engine and the sound of wind blowing into Pyotr's face. The darkness made the tunnel seem never ending, causing Pyotr to doubt whether they were getting anywhere at all. But soon the lights of the next-door station appeared before them. Chistye Prudy. The Red Line liked showing other less fortunate and impressive factions the communist might and force. Besides, intersections with other stations were the places where intruders were bound to appear. As the cart slowed down near the checkpoint Pyotr put his hand on his dynamite satchel, but luckily Andrei stopped his friend before he did anything stupid and took the luck away from them. Pyotr tried not to smile when the guard at the checkpoint let them through without even checking their documents. Everything seemed to be going great as the escapees' cart sped away from yet another Red station leaving panic behind, when Pyotr heard the sound of another railcar behind him, with a more powerful engine too by the sound of it. A chase. Pyotr's guess was confirmed by the bullets hitting the back of their cart. Something had to be done. Pyotr set the RPK on its bipod facing backwards and aimed at the followers. There were two carts following them and in the front one he recognized the mocker who made a jape about serving the Red Line when Pyotr was sealing Dimitri's tent. The other one seemed familiar as well, but Pyotr couldn't make out where he had seen him though. Pyotr pulled the trigger and rained fire upon the followers. Unsure in the dark of the effectiveness of his attack he pulled out a stick of dynamite from his satchel and lit the short fuse. The stick spiraled through the air and landed on the tracks, exploding just a bit too soon to fulfill it's purpose. When the explosion went off the tunnel shook in shock. Bits of concrete began to crumble from the rounded ceiling and Pyotr's companion looked at Pyotr as if he had committed a crime against the state.
((Sorry for the late reply, guys. Was bogged down with work. And still am, kind of, but less))
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Post by Zeus on Jun 23, 2013 1:49:42 GMT -5
(Hey guys I hope it's not too late to jump into this one)
What time is it? Konstantin thought to himself as he grudgingly got out of his king sized bed and put his clothes on. Must be around noon or so, hmp, Vlad let me sleep in today. Well, I think today is the day to knock off some other crime lords. Maybe Sidrovich today.
Konstantin opened his bedroom door and walked up to one of his guards, "Where is Vladimir?"
The guard turned his head and said "He should be at the officer sir." Konstantin nodded and walked out of his house, well, more of a manor. Slipping his coat on he thought of taking a slight detour and go through the marketplace. Konstantin thrusted his Nagant Revolver into his holster and signaled for a pair of guards to follow and he took off.
As he walked through the bustling markets no one got in his way and everyone said nothing as he passed by. Being the leader of the biggest crime syndicate in Kitai-Gorod had it's advantages, and lots of em'. The only concern he had was if the Reds decided to come knocking at his door in force, but that wasn't a problem as he had his connections.
After a few minutes of walking Konstantin arrived at the headquarters for his syndicate. The gangsters standing guard jumped out of the way when he approached and opened the front door for him. He nodded to them with a smile and they flicked their assault weapons to attention. As he headed inside he was ambushed by Vladimir, his assistant and right hand man.
"Good morning Konstantin I trust you slept well?"
"Quite, thank you for the extra few hours to sleep." He nodded with a smile then got to business.
"Right, so let's get to work. I have multiple things that require your attention immediately, the most important for last of course. After you finish everything else, you need to brief the commanders so they can lead a raid on Sidrovich's main arms warehouse."
That interested Konstantin deeply and he suddenly obtained the urge to get to work. "Let's get started then, shall we?" It was going to be a lovely day in Kitai-Gorod.
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Post by lysander117 on Jun 29, 2013 11:12:14 GMT -5
"What the hell are you dong? Do you want to bring down this whole tunnel?" Andrei shouted at his friend as the walls around them began to crack. Such a collapse would certainly destroy their pursuers, but considering the fact that it had the possibility of opening a passage to the surface and that that passage would bring down a whole new level of shit to the lives of anyone connected to the tunnel, Andrei did not consider such an event advantageous to himself and his continued existence.
Snarling, Andrei revved the engine of the railcar to put on a burst of speed and outdistance his pursuers. The small gap created by this was quickly closed by the superior enemy vehicle. "Pyotr, try and take out their engine. I don't care how, just do it or we're going to have a very long and painful death."
Andrei pulled out his own pistol and fired behind them at the enemy vehicle, emptying every bullet within the mosin into their pursuers. Suddenly, an idea sprang to the forefront of his mind. "Try and take out the tracks!" He shouted at his friend, indicating the bag of dynamite next to the soldier.
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Post by milch on Jul 8, 2013 8:00:39 GMT -5
The cart wheels were spinning as fast as they could, thundering down the tracks towards Kitay-Gorod. The cart's pursuers were close on Pyotr's and Andrei's heels and were closing the gap between them by the minute. After the first explosion went off Andrei didn't seem to appreciate the idea of throwing dynamite, so Pyotr decided to act differently on his friend's orders. He set up the bipod of his LMG facing backwards and then fired a burst at the engine of the enemy vehicle. He didn't even get the chance to put his finger on the trigger for the second time when Andrei suddenly got the idea of taking out the tracks with the dynamite in Pyotr's pouch.
"Well" Pyotr said to his comrade "I'm either going to get us all killed, or I'm going to stop the pursuit for quite a while. Either way we're evading a slow and painful death. So, I say we light them up!"
With that the armor-clad soldier stuffed his hand into the pouch and pulled it out wielding three small-sized short-fused sticks of dynamite. He grabbed them into his left hand and with his right he held his lighter at ready. When he felt the moment was right, Pyotr lit up the three fuses and threw them onto the tracks behind their cart just so that they would land on the metal of the tracks for greater effectiveness. After that he turned his head to face the staton which didn't seem to be looming in the darkness anywhere near them and pressed his gloved hands down over his ears and shut his eyes by instinct. The explosion went off closely behind them, followed by shouting from his comrade and from the pursuers, but Pyotr wasn't sure what the shouting symbolized until he finally opened his eyes and ears.
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Post by CaptainNips on Jul 9, 2013 1:46:39 GMT -5
Vadim ducked as he saw one of fugitives pop up and fired his light machine gun. Bullets rattled against the armored front of the car and the two pursuers could see the gray trails of the rounds rip through the air. Vadim reloaded another clip into his Skorpion and looked to his comrade, who seemed to be reloading and taking cover as well.
The hitman looked up and was relieved to see no one firing. He sighed, but all his comfort was soon eradicated... in a moments time, he saw a gloved hand drop three lit sticks of dynamite, just behind them, onto the tracks.
"Dynamite! Step on it!"
Not waiting for Dalis to do it, Vadim shoved hard on the acceleration lever, hoping to speed right past the dynamite. he didn't wonder for a second what would happen if the friendly cart behind them was hit. After all, he only had a split seconds time to react.
The prototype's engine gave off a louder sound and chugged faster down the tracks. The pursuers managed to get much closer to the fugitives... But other than that, it seemed to be all in vain....
BRRRROOOOOOOOMMM!
From this point on, it seemed as if time itself had slowed down for Vadim... The sticks of dynamite exploded just in front of the pursuing cart. The tracks twisted and the railcar's head half lifted off of the ground.
"SsssshhhHHHIIIITT!" Vadim shouted.
As their vehicle raised, the two riders struggled to remain gripping to the side of it. Vadim held on with one hand, cursing as his sub -machine gun escaped his other hand. The gun skittered off of the cart and clanged into the side of the tunnel. The rail car landed back down with a loud crash.
Thankfully, the lift had also moved the rail car further along onto the undamaged rail. The wheels screeched as they moved at a slower speed down the rails. Vadim was about to curse their bad luck...
But then, literally a split second later, another event jostled Vadim and his companion in their seats. The cart behind them had not braked in it's pursuit and thus wildly lost control on the twisted rails before it. As a result, the third railcar spun out of control and collided into Vadim's car.
The decisive banging of the two railcars pushed Vadim and Dalis' car to speed ever faster down the tunnel. In the small time that all this happened, the fugitives had not gone that far ahead of their enemies.
With their now greater speed, but damaged cart, the pursuers rail car bashed onto the back of the fugitive cart. All three of the vehicles were now deathly close, practically all leaning against each other. Vadim shook his head, clearing his mind of all the sudden things that had happened.
The fugitives were right in front of them! Staring wide-eyed at the new turn of events. They were all within boarding distance of each other! One of the men Vadim clearly recognized, it was the Red soldier he met only a little while ago at Krasnye Vorota. He'd never imagine that man, of all people, to be running from the Red Line. The hitman then scrambled for his Schofield revolver, hoping his companion would make up for his slowness by taking a quicker action against their prey.
((Please pardon this OoC message. Zeus, did you get my PM? I asked if we could integrate our two characters, with Vadim maybe once being an assassin for Konstantin. Please reply through private message, thanks))
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