Spy fiction: Missing squad 3

World © Blizzard
Story © Ekaterina N. Stadnikova
Translation from Russian © Eugene Selivanov

It was too late when she noticed the flash of the blade.
For the moment seemed an eternity she gazed into the dead eyes. Suddenly the ugly face warped in grin.
Whistle of steel. Roar. And then there was silence.

- What the hell?

She whispered accidentally.

- Well, it is the worst part. These bastards will lie down peacefully for some time. But then they will rise again. We can’t stay here any longer. You’re welcome, by the way. Armando Bakar. Sincerely yours… in the circumstances.
- Agent Morgan, SHRU. Wait! The worst part of what?
- Science.
- Is the Horde a part of this nightmare? And… do you want me to go with you?
- I assume you have small choice in the matter, agent Morgan. At least I didn’t kill you.

Armando began to walk away, and she went after him with discontented look.