Someone to blame…
Then it clicks.
Oh dear…
I look up as time slows down. The men in the CIA unit level their weapons and fan out, opening fire as they do. With clinical precision and lightning speed, they shoot and kill every terrorist in the room, except El-Zurak and Hussein.
I look on as bullets fly and bodies drop, the familiar smell of gunpowder filling the air. I turn to look at Wallis, who’s moving slowly down to the ground, covering his head with his arms. Next to me, Raynor’s doing the same. I just stay still, kneeling down amidst the chaos.
Time resumes its regular speed as the last body crumples to the floor. I look over as Matthews walks back into the center of the room, stepping over the dead bodies at his feet. He looks over at the two remaining members of the terrorist organization I mistakenly thought was behind this whole thing as they back away into the far corner, looks of anger etched on their faces. In his hand is a gun, which he aims at Hussein.
“You gentlemen have served your purpose flawlessly,” he says to them. “Your efforts in helping this world reach its potential will never be forgotten. They just won’t be documented.”
He fires four bullets, hitting Hussein in the chest and sending him sprawling backward to the floor. His blood sprays over El-Zurak, who remains still — defiant in what I’m certain now is his last day alive.
The general takes a step forward. I look over at his men, who seem uninterested in the four of us… sorry, the three of us.
Damn it.
I let out a heavy sigh and momentarily curse myself.
No one seems to care about us now. I think if they wanted us dead, they’d have shot us when they wiped out the terrorists. I decide to take a chance.
“General,” I say, getting to my feet.
He turns, and I hold out my right hand, palm up.
“Please. Let me.”
His eyes narrow as he regards me, as if trying to decide if I’m crazy, brilliant, or a serious threat. To be honest with you, I’m probably all three. But the only thing I’m thinking right now is that I’m too late to stop the Cerberus threat, and there’s a good chance I’m going to be dead by morning. After everything I’ve been through, I think I deserve the chance to put a bullet in the head of the terrorist behind it all. So to speak.
Matthews looks past me at his men, and they shuffle behind me as they now take aim at me.
I shake my head. “No tricks. I just think after everything, you owe me this much at least.”
A few moments pass before he finally nods, handing me the gun by the barrel. I take it in my hand, regarding it before taking aim at El-Zurak myself.
“You wanna know what happened to Clara?” I ask him.
He says nothing; his right eye glaring at me as he visibly shakes with rage.
“At the end, she begged me to let her take her own life. I beat her, and she was dying, and she wanted a warrior’s death. And I cared so little about my history with her, I granted her that last request. She blew her own brains out in Pripyat. How does that make you feel?”
His breathing is fast and his fists clenching.
“Whatever happens after this,” I continue. “I want you to know how she died… how she failed you…”
He stares at me with his one eye, snarling through the anger etched on his face.
“But, you know what? Despite everything you’ve planned — the conspiracies, the attacks on me, even kidnapping my girlfriend… the real reason I asked for this, is because you took from me the one thing that truly symbolized my new life. Because of you, my dog died, you piece of shit. And now, so will you.”
He screams with a guttural hatred, and takes a step toward me. I pull the trigger once, putting a bullet in his right eye, leaving a large black hole in his face. Blood sprays the wall and glass behind him as he falls to the ground.
I take a deep breath and release the magazine from the gun, letting it drop to the floor. I eject the round from the chamber and hand it back to Matthews.
“Thanks,” I say. “You can do whatever you want to me now. I just needed to do something to make me feel like it’s not all been in vain.”
I turn to look at Wallis and Raynor, who are standing side by side, staring at me. The ten operatives all have their guns trained on the three of us. I walk over and join them before looking back at Matthews.
He looks at one of his men.
“Take them away,” he orders.
We were marched at gunpoint down sixteen flights of stairs and ushered outside, where a large crowd, mad with hysteria, met us. News crews, FBI agents, local PD — everyone was there. I surveyed the scene quickly, but couldn’t see Josh or Tori. I hoped to God they did the smart thing and got the hell out of there.
Our guards led us to a black van and loaded us into the back, where they subsequently restrained us by our wrists and ankles, before the door slammed shut on us.
Matthews stayed with the media to give a statement.
They drove us to Fort Benning, about two hours away, where we were unloaded and taken to a holding cell at the base. They removed our restraints and locked us up. Six of the ten CIA operatives stayed behind with us, guarding us at gunpoint just outside.
We’ve been here almost twenty-four hours now. We all got a little sleep, but really, how tired can you feel when you just watched half the world get nuked?
I’m sitting on a bench, facing the bars of the cell. It’s probably twelve-by-twelve, with benches along all three walls. We’re on the basement level of the main building at Fort Benning, which has been in Georgia since 1918. It’s predominantly a training base for infantry, but there’s an MP presence on site, and it’s local to Atlanta, so it makes sense they brought us here.
Question is what happens now? I’m all but convinced they’ll kill us. We know too much to risk being left alive, surely?
I just can’t shake this feeling of guilt… like I should’ve done more. Maybe there would be more people alive if I hadn’t stood there and watched everything happen.
“Can you believe this?” says Wallis to no one in particular.
“Nope,” replies Raynor. “This shit is beyond me.”
“You okay?” Wallis asks me, interrupting my train of thought. I look up absently and nod.
“Just worried about Tori and Josh,” I say. “They weren’t outside the ComForce offices when we came out.”
“I’m sure they’re fine,” he replies, trying to reassure me. “Josh is a smart guy — he’ll keep your girl safe.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Raynor moves and sits next to me, leaning forward, resting his arms on his knees, and clasping his hands together.
“There’s nothing you could’ve done to help Bob,” he says. “You know that, right?”
I smile humorlessly. “I know it was his choice,” I say. “It was a stupid choice, but it was his. He thought it was the right thing to do, and let’s be honest, he did more than the rest of us did…”
“But look where it got him.”
I shrug. “Maybe it’s better to die trying, than live with the knowledge you were helpless at a time when you should’ve been anything but. You know who I am, John. You know the things I’ve done. How could I not stop this?”
“Adrian, you were in a closed environment, surrounded by trained soldiers with automatic weapons. You wouldn’t have made it two feet. Even you — the mighty Adrian Hell. You might be extraordinary, but you’re not Superman.”
“And neither was Clark… What the fuck was he thinkin’, John? Maybe if I hadn’t given him such a hard time throughout all this, he wouldn’t have felt like he had something to prove, I dunno…”
Raynor scoffs. “You’re a dumb, arrogant son’bitch sometimes, you know that?”