The road gets darker, Mila starts driving through an industrial complex on the edge of town.

"So, Mr Smith...how long have you been doing job?"

"Too long...longer than i can even remember, in fact I don't remember. All I know is I was brought in as a delivery man a while ago after certain...people...discovered my useful set of skills"

I kind of wish she would stop asking questions and just drive...I cant be delayed any longer, if I miss this extraction I'm completely fucked.

"I need to stop off for some gas Mr smith, I'm running low and the battery has no charge"

"You definitely don't have enough to get me to Reutov?"

"Maybe enough for halfway, I have an old fuel stash round the corner here which my father left a few months back, It will only take a couple minutes"

Mila pulls into A huge industrial complex, The front lit up with two oil barrels but nobody in sight except for a electricity maintenance truck pulling out and driving away, they drive straight and park up between two factory buildings.

"Just wait here Mr Smith, the fuel is just in front at those crates over there"

As Mila left the car, a sense of foreboding crept over Smith. His unease transformed into a harsh reality as a familiar voice shattered the silence.

"Remember me Cyka?"

A violent impact against Smith's head sent him into the clutches of unconsciousness. Igor, the militia member Smith had swiftly subdued in the dentist's office, emerged as the orchestrator of this violent attack.

"Spasibo little Rabbit, Your father will be quite pleased with this, TAKE THIS BITCH UPSTAIRS TO THE STORE ROOM!"

As Smith gets dragged by his arms through the complex he starts to fall in and out of consciousness, noticing at one point that his bag gets taken into a side room in one of the corridors, getting dragged into an elevator he takes one final look up at Mila walking towards him and hears a deep voice as a man approaches her.

"Well done daughter...My little Rabbit"

The doors to the elevator close as Smith blacks out again.

Smith starts to come round, noticing he's being tied to a chair in what seems to be some kind of old storage room with a hook directly above his head.

I cant believe I actually let myself end up here...i should have killed that mother fucker when he was laid out in the dentist chair...I guess it was my fucked up weird way of being somebodies guardian angel like I needed a reason to feel good about myself and the shit I do.

"Fuck you, let me out of this fucking ch..."

Igor slaps smith across the face.

"Shut it you American piece of shit, Cyka"

"To think I let you live you commie piece of shit, I should have put a bullet in your head when I had the chance"

Smith spits at Igor's face, to which Igor Punches Smith in the stomach, Smith starts coughing and laughing.

"What is so funny Blyad"

"What's funny is if I get out of this chair you're so fucked, I'm gonna rip that bald as mother fuck..."

Igor punches Smith in the jaw, Smith spitting blood onto the floor as Igor walks out the room and locks the door behind him, footsteps heard walking away

I cant believe I trusted that fucking bitch...Fuck! I'm stuck here when I should be halfway out of Russia by now...I gotta think, c'mon THINK!

Smith begins to look around the room, for anything that will help him escape the chair, guards are pacing backwards and forwards through the corridor past his door.

Every now and then Igor would walk past, running a knife across the steel bars on the door, laughing to himself as he makes eye contact with Smith.

I need to find a way out of here...hmm...the guards seem to be on a rotation, right...I need to time this right.

ok the first guard is coming...

A Militia guard starts to walk past the room so Smith begins quietly counting to himself.

"1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...

...79...80...81...82...

...122...123...124...125..."

Igor walks past the room, Smith makes eye contact and blows him a kiss sarcastically then continues counting as Igor walks away.

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"...137...138...139...140...141...142

...190...191...192...193..194...195

...245...246...247...248...249...250"

The second guard begins patrolling past the room, looking in and shining his flashlight into Smiths eyes as he walks past.

two minutes...an average of two minutes to get our old friend Igor here to come into the room...seems doable when your talking to a bald bitch with a fragile ego.

Smith begins to rub the rope tied to his wrists against a notch in the back of the chair, eventually the rope frays enough to where Smith knows he can snap it in one movement.

Ok, I just gotta wait for our buddy here to come back around and its go time. God damnit this isn't how I expected this day to go at all...note to self, DONT trust pretty Russian women who drive a Prius through the streets of Moscow during a domestic attack on the government...fuck!

The first guard patrols past again, looking at Smith as he sits still and stares directly back into the guards eyes, soon follows Igor not long after

"nice haircut baldy"

"what you say maggot?"

"you heard what I said you long streak of piss...I said....you're bald as shit"

Igor turns to the door and opens it, walking towards smith

"how fucking dare you Blyad!"

"What....you want a hug tough guy?"

"I'm going to teach you a fuck..."

As Igor gets closer Smith snaps the rope, punching Igor directly in the groin, Igor drops to his knees in pain.

Smith, standing over Igor then grabs the chair and smashes it over the back of Igor's head.

"Remember me...Bitch?"

Smith grabs the hook that is connected to a metal chain attached to a pulley system, Standing behind Igor, Smith wraps the chain around Igor's neck and secures the hook by piercing it directly into Igor's chest.

"cyka blyat!"

"I warned you big guy"

I got a minute and a half left before the second guard comes by, I gotta get moving.

Smith engages the pully, elevating Igor up onto his toes, Dangling from the hook whilst being strangulated Igor tries to struggle, Smith Punches Igor in the face a couple times to shut him up then proceeds to grab a Makarov pistol from the waistband of Igor's trousers.

"wow...such a tiny gun for such a big asshole..."

Smith checks the magazine and chamber of the pistol counting 8 rounds before crouching by the entrance to the room they're in.

247...248...249...

The second guard walks to the room and see's Igor struggling and rushes into the room, passing Smith who is waiting in the corner, the guard brings his radio to his mouth.

"Commander Krolik!, the American has..."

Igor points to Smith alerting the guard but before the guard can turn around Smith places his hand over the guards mouth, aiming the gun at Igor, Smith shoots Igor in the head and proceeds to spin the guard, kicking the guards leg out from underneath him and as the guard falls to one knee smith places the barrel of the Makarov to the guards eye, the eye socket beginning to burn from the heat of the barrel of the pistol.

"My bag...where is it, tell me!"

"ahhh! Cykaaa!"

"Where is my fucking bag!"

"second....ahhh!....Floor!"

Smith pushes the searing hot barrel further into the eye of the guard.

"ok what room...?"

"216...Room 216...please...don't kill me, I will help you g....!"

"Thanks"

Smith pulls the trigger, shooting the guard through his eye, then proceeds to wipe blood and brain matter off his cheek as an alarm rings out, a slight pain going through his head as the alarm becomes somewhat recognisable as it fades away.

looking up the doorway it is now the front door to a kill house

15 years before Moscow, Smith is chambering a round into his service Glock as he looks up at Officer Pettiford

"Hey Pettiford, guarantee I beat your score this time, no civilian casualties at all, throw me a curve ball I need a challenge"

"alright slick, lets see what you can do"

Smith looks back down at his pistol, suddenly the alarm comes back on and he's looking at the Makarov he took off of Igor and then back to the doorway of the storage room.

what...what the fuck was that...who the hell is Pettiford, what was that room...?, fuck it. I gotta get to the second floor, I don't have time to waste.

Smith walks out of the doorway and turns to the right, A gunshot rings out from behind him as the bullet hits a metal pipe next to him and smith jolts with surprise whilst turning around

"mother fucker..."

Smith shoots once back and the guard gets into cover, shouting Russian down the hallway as smith looks behind him and sees a toolbox with a crowbar hanging out of it, metres away is the door to the stairwell.

Firing another shot Smith runs for the stairwell, picking the crowbar up along the way, He opens the door and shuts it behind him, jamming the crowbar through the handle, propping it up against the doorframe to block it from opening

Right, this has to lead to room 216... I'm on the 4th floor, I need my bag and then I gotta find a way to contact mothership...I've definitely missed that extraction damnit...

Looking down the well hole of the stairs, Smith can see two guards running up, and the sound of Russian radio chatter is getting closer, he notices down the stairs on the left is a utility cupboard, so he opens it and waits inside with the door slightly a jar.

As the guards come up Smith lets one guard pass then slam's the door open, pinning the second guard behind the door against the wall of the stairwell, holding the guard in place he quickly turns, shooting the first guard once in the leg and as they bend down in pain Smith fires another shot through the head of the Guy killing im instantly, then turns around, still holding the guard behind the door, Smith slams the door 3 more times against the guards face before placing his hand around the door and putting a bullet through the side of his head.

where do you all keep coming from?! its like a fucking ant farm in here

All of a sudden Smith hears someone coming up the stairs behind him, he turns and fires a shot, barely missing a third guard as he reaches the top of the stairwell Smith is on, the Guard aims his gun and Smith notices his pistol is now empty, with quick thinking as the guard is aiming Smith throws the empty Makarov at the Guards head, the pistol hitting the guard in the face as they shoot, causing the guards aim to be off as the shot rings through the stairwell missing Smith and hitting the wall, Smith lunges toward the guard, slapping the pistol out of their hand and with one strong kick, sends the guard flying back down the stairwell and landing on their stomach at the bottom of the stairs.

picking up the the Glock sitting on the floor Smith casually walks down the stairs and as he walks past the Incapacitated guard he shoots the Guard twice in the back and continues to head down towards second floor.

I need to find my bag and then I have to figure a way out of here...and fast, my best bet would probably be the car park. I cant just go walking out the gate like its Mardi Gras...

Suddenly a voice appears over the intercom as the alarm dies down and smith notices a camera next to the speaker "I'm going to find you American, you can run as much as you like, but we will find you svo lach'"

"Sounds fun Sput-Dick, looking forward to meeting you!"

Smith holds his middle finger up at the security camera.