Stakeout in Moscow

It’s cold.

Really cold.

This is what happens when you acclimatize to living in a climate controlled underground base. Chun Wei is about as frigid as the weather – without Carmine around to keep an eye on her she doesn’t need to act nice with you. She seemed so into it when you slept with her in front of… Oh, that explains it.

Leah tries to liven the small room you’ve occupied up with some old war stories from her days in the military, “…So, when he woke up – somebody had shaved his cock and balls bald!” You share a laugh with her, your breath turning into mist in the Russian air.

Carmine didn’t pick out a five-star hotel for you this time. A busted up white van, dirty throwaway clothes and black balaclavas, and a few left-over guns that look like they’re more liable to kill you than whoever you point them at. The shit on top of the piss sundae is the cramped, leaky, mouldy, shitty fucking apartment she’d rented from somebody who didn’t ask too many questions.

“Are we sure this woman will come here? I mean, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

Chun tries to warm herself with a thin blanket, “We don’t. We can only go on Bloody Nose’s word.”

“I don’t have much reason to doubt her judgement so far…”

“Good. Neither do I. Not once has she made an inaccurate statement. If she says the target will be here, she will be here. We must be patient.”

It wasn’t just a location. Bloody Nose and Carmine had laid out an entire plan of action for when you saw her. You have no idea how they got this kind of information. It borders on the supernatural. You’ve been locked down in this room for two days with no sign of her. You’ve gotten used to watching the daily routines of the people below you.

It’s ten A.M, the women who lives in the townhouse across from you will be leaving to collect her shopping, as she does seemingly every day.

“I’m so bored,” you drone. A flash of orange catches your eye. It’s Amy McMichael, the target you’re here to capture. “Fuck that, she’s here!”

Leah hops down from her perch and steals the binoculars from you, taking a look for herself. “That’s her alright, get down there and tail her. We’ll bring the van around.” You quickly don your tracksuit jacket and grab a handgun from the pile. You rush down the stairwell and onto the street, catching a glimpse of her as she rounds the corner at the end of the block.

You sprint down the road, nearly bowling over the old woman in the process and skid around the corner. You slow down to a walking pace as you reacquire her. Leah barks orders through your earpiece, “Do you see her?”

“I see her. I’ll update you if anything interesting happens.”

“As soon as it does, we’re taking that bitch for a ride.”