Gregorvich shrugged, “Bit of
this, bit of that. We specialise in… suicide mission. We do what
others cannot; we are much more suitable for missions when they
would have to send in twenty regular soldiers.” I finished the
chips and wiped my mouth with a napkin, “Were you a soldier before
you were recruited?” he shook his head and smiled, “No, not at all,
I was mortician, southern Russian. I served in World War II, but
that’s it.” I decided to go a bit more personal, “When were you
changed?” his face drooped slightly, “Seventy three years ago, I
was twenty seven, I was dying, frostbite, had gotten lost and
walked for hours before I found a cottage, that’s all I remember, I
woke up in a dirty hotel room in Moscow with a note pinned to my
pillow, ' ty vampir seychas, pit’ krov’, vyzhit’, says I am
vampire now, and I need to drink blood to survive. Roughly,” he
smiled again, “but hey, if not for it I would not have seen you
decimate the chip and gravy population.” Holy crap this guy smiles
a lot. Then I had it, a plan, “I have a plan, for the mission.” I
was so excited, and from the look on his face, so was Gregorvich,
“I get the team, you wait right here.” I’ve never seen a man shoot
from a chair that fast before, and I've seen men tied to chairs and
had cannons fired at them. My chest flushed with pride, I don’t
know where it came from, it must've been something to do with him
bringing up the second World War, some kind of stratagem sent off
through my brain by a simple set of words that ended up kick
starting memory association, one minute completely blank the next I
was developing a plan.
The
Plan
I scooped up my left overs and
looked around for a bin, saw one in the far right corner and made
for it. I was about a metre from it when I felt a hand fall on my
shoulder, I turned to see a man of about 6’1 with a slack jaw, eyes
rolled into the back of his head, dirty blonde hair and thick
angular features, “You will die in the city…” he struggled with
each word. I looked at him with a mixture of bewilderment and fear,
“What was that?” His eyes rolled forward to reveal dark blue eyes,
he tightened his jaw into a smile, “I’m just screwing with you, I’m
Sergeant Jason Minks, I run Alpha team and I understand you give me
my orders.” He thrust his hand out, I looked at it for a moment
before I realised what he wanted me to do with it, “Oh, yeah, two
seconds.” I spun around on my feet and threw the scraps in the bin,
turned to him once more and shook his outstretched hand, “John
Prince. Glad to have you on board.”
I began to walk back to the
table with him following, “I’m about to go through the plan with
the others if you’d like to have a listen.” He smiled and nodded as
we took our seats, “Better than getting it in the briefing packet,
I never can understand those things.” I nodded, “Yeah, always
easier to hear it than to read it, and you can’t ask paper
questions.” We sat in silence for a good five minutes. Damn,
Gregorvich was taking a long time, “So what will my team be doing?”
I looked up, “Um, primarily transport, and then support for the
majority of the mission...” My team coming through the door
interrupted me, “…I’ll explain it in a moment.” the team pulled up
chairs around the table while Wolfgang looked over exceptionally
eagerly, “What’s the plan?” I took a deep breath, “Ok, our first
target is the condo, it’s quiet, out of the way.” I gestured to the
other vampires in the room, “We’ll be chuting in along with our
weapons from a cargo plane toward the pool,” Jason scratched his
neck, “Where do we fit in in this part?” I smiled lightly, “Don’t
worry, I haven’t left you guys out, I’ll need you to come in
through his front door shortly after we’ve breached, I’ll signal
you when we have.” Jason nodded, “Yes sir.” Kate raised her fore
finger, “How are going to get to the city