Uniquely

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Mr. Sayers, Vladimir and Sergey were walking behind the police forces. The Russian forces were coming through the air.

'' Vladimir, Sergey wait. First of all, here, take your guns... Second of all we are not going to enter that manison through the hall. We are going to enter through the exit door.'' Mr. Sayers said.

'' All right. Let's go.'' Said Sergey.

'' Follow me.'' Mr. Sayers gestured them to the exit door.

'' You are way too excited, Sergey.!'' Vladimir asked, confused to the mood change of Sergey.

'' I know, right.'' He simply said.

Then they enterd the manison. It only had two floors but a large amount of rooms and scary spaces. Even the floor beneath them cracked every time their feet steps in them.

Now it was three of them. One professional, two amateurs. Three cold weapons ready to shoot. Three people with one mission: Saving Krista.

There were a silence from them to let get listened the scary sounds of the abandoned manison. Then a large sound echoed through the floor.

Boom!

'' What was that?'' Asked Vladimir.

'' 24/ Force 24/ Answer me!'' Mr. Sayers sighed. They're dead.

Then Sergey remembered this was one of the Carolina's tricks. Was one of this bombs that killed Miss Olga, was that bomb that burned Krista's arm. Was that bomb, the starting of a war.

'' If the bomb exploded, then they are on the second floor.'' Segey said.

'' You're right.''

They made their way to the second floor. The stairs were silent. No crack sound, nothing. In the air was floating the exhalation of the bomb.

They checked the first room.. It was nothing for the mission. The second room... again nothing. The third room. In the third room they stoped. It was a dark room, one of the darkest and in the middle was a chair, a girl, Krista, their mission...

'' Krista...'' Vladimir whispered and walk towards the room but Mr. Sayers stopped him.

'' Are you out of mind??'' He asked terrified.

'' But...''

But Mr. Sayers saw something moving in the dark. It was a person, a guard, no their enemy. He shot. Then a bullets hail were shooting throgh the air. Vladimir and Sergey were shooting too.

Then another bullets hail was heard. From the outsiders. Sergey looked the Russian flag in their uniforms. Then he looked him.

Misha...

He shot to the guards. Each of them fell to that hard floor. Each of them dead. One shooter: Misha. One hero: Misha. One survivor: Krista.

'' Krista...'' Vladimir screamed at tied Krista.

'' Vladimir!'' She responed once she was free in Vladimir's arms.

'' Thank you for coming in time...'' Sergey said to Misha.

'' I love Krista as much as you love her. She's particularly my sister.'' Misha declared.

'' Misha!'' Krista yelled. Then she jumped towards him, hugging him tight. '' Thank you for saving me!'' She said.

'' Sister, of course I'd save you.'' He said, smiling wide.

'' I don't think we are introduced. Um... I'm Vladimir.''

'' Misha.''

'' Thank you. For everything you did.''

'' Well, well, well... What do we have here? Let's see..
Krista: the victim.
Sergey: the victim's relative.
That other guy: the victim's lover.
The police officer.
And the traitor...'' Carolina said, approching slowly.

Krista saw the gun in Vladimir's hand and diracted it at Carolina. In the middle of her forehead. She closed her eyes and thought her parents, Sergey's mother, Olga... All of them, each of them!

'' You are going to kill me? Please don't make me laugh. What is this, some kind of comic movies?'' Her words were followed by her laughter. Her disgusting laughter.

'' Maybe she won't, but I can.'' Misha said, directing his gun at her.

'' Misha... No--''