In the Midst of Unconventional (An Academy Fanfiction)

One - Sang

All Russian is google translate's doing. If it's wrong, I'm sorry.

"Begi skol'ko khochesh', suka, ya tebya poymayu!" (Run all you want, bitch, I'll catch you) Adrik screamed, raising his glock and firing at me.

I rolled behind a rusted blue car that took the brunt of the bullets, before I ran again. Dimka let out an angry roar and threw a knife at me. It nicked me in the arm and I hissed in pain, drawing the now bleeding limb closer to me.

I glanced behind me to see four more men chasing after me; Vania, Kotik, and two others I hadn't met yet. They all held guns and were firing at me haphazardly as I escaped.

Deciding it was time to stop playing by their rules, I pulled my own hand gun from my coat pocket. I spun as I ducked behind a building and shot one of the two I didn't know in the chest. He lurched forward and fell face down. I was gone before the blood even started pooling.

Scaling an abandoned warehouse's wall I leapt through the broken window, rolling to safety on the floor.

I heard Adrian and Ivan outside, shouting that they'd lost me and to separate into groups while looking for me.

"Zdes' gde-to zdes' predatel'skaya suka, naydi yeye! Ili eto tvoya golova!" (The traitorous bitch is around here somewhere, find her! Or it's your head!) Adrian barked.

I panted in the dark, slowly edging forward in the unfamiliar space as I tried to devise a plan that would let me escape.

Step 1: Call Phil. Have him book me a flight.
Step 2: Escape the Russian mafia and get to an airport.
Step 3: On the way to said airport, stitch up bleeding arm.

It was a pretty good three step plan, I had to admit. I pulled out my phone, the spare - I'd never use the phone I'd been utilising while undercover to make this call - and dialled the number.

"Hello?" A male voice greeted on the other end of the line.

"Fil, ya byl vzloman, oni uznali, chto ya dvoynoy agent Mne nuzhen reys. Mne vse ravno, gde, no ne Rossiya!" I whispered hurriedly over the phone, keeping my eye on the door of the building.

"Sang? Sweetheart, you know I'm not fluent. Slow down, repeat that in English." He soothed. I inhaled a deep breath and spoke more audibly, but just as urgently in my adoptive father's native language.

"Phil, I've been compromised, they found out I'm a double agent. I need a flight. I don't care where to, but not Russia."

He gasped. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Where are they? Where are you?" He demanded. I bit my lip as footsteps were heard outside the warehouse. "Yes, I'm fine. Dmitri got me with his knife but the wound is non-fatal. They're looking for me. I'm in an abandoned warehouse, I'm saf..."

The wooden door splintered into pieces as it was kicked in. "Nashel tebya, shlyukha. Poprobuyte ubezhat' seychas." (Found you, slut. Try escaping now.) Adrian growled as he stormed towards me.

"Love you, Phil. Text me the info - I have to go." I whispered to my father as his protests were cut off by my hanging up the phone.

"Adrik, tebe ne obyazatel'no eto delat'. Ty znayesh', ya mogu sdelat' tebe bol'no. Prosto otpusti menya, i vse vyzhivut." (Adrik, you don't have to do this. You know I can hurt you. Just let me go and everyone survives this.) I pulled my gun out again as Dmitri, Ivan, Kostya and the other guy flocked him.