Chapter 19-Russia

When it was out of sight, I went back down to my seat muttering a curse under my breath. Riffle lay at my side, carelessly thrown there.

“Well look at that we survive.” Rachel snickered “I don’t know if we should celebrate or what.”

I let out a chuckle “Yay we’re alive.” Clapping to lighten up the mood only earning a grumble from Rachel

“Hey Dylan you OK back there, you’re not dead or anything?” The silence wafted to the air, the question fell to deaf ears.

My eyebrows furrowed at the lack of response, he can’t be dead; right?

I turned around only to gasp at the scene, there Dylan lay blood seeping out from his abdomen. His body stiff and unmoving, from here you can see that his breathing was getting weaker and weaker by the minute. I could feel myself shudder, sweat rolled down from his pale forehead mixing with the pool of blood below him.

He needs medical attention ASAP.

“Oy Dylan, don’t you dare close your eyes,” I exclaimed my voice higher than intended but the worry was surprisingly laced in it, he responded with a groan which made me sigh in relief. Thank god he’s not dead. He clutches his wound to somehow stop the bleeding but it only made him wince in pain “You better stay with me, we are gonna get help.” My focus then changed to Rachel who nodded in understanding, the car speed up to the border

“Is this the right place?”

We arrived at a compound, different buildings scattered around it like a factory of some sort. To be honest, it looks kind of creepy, the lack of lights and people gave it a haunted vibe. I shivered at the thought, Rachel could probably see my uneasiness

“Quit squirming you damn brat.”

She scowled, pulling up for a checkpoint. Two armed individuals surrounded our vehicle while a third one tapped the window by Rachels’ side, all of them were dressed in a military outfit with half of their faces covered by a black scarf. The window rolled down, allowing the third guy to look inside. He murmured something to Rachel but I couldn’t understand since it was in Russian. She pulled out a card then gave it to the guy, it took him a few minutes before he handed it back with a curt nod. Rachel instructed him with something before rolling the window back up, the guy talking into his walkie-talkie before gesturing to proceed.

“What did you say back there?”

I asked looking at her attentively, she gave me a startled look before snorting out loud followed by a fit of laughter. Her body quivered in its seat through her unending mocking amusement like what I just said was the funniest thing she had heard, when I didn’t share the same response; only confusion. She stopped

“You don’t speak Russian?”

I rolled my eyes “Would I ask in the first place if I knew?”

Irritation evident at the comeback, Rachel merely shrugged

“Well you talk and understand perfect German, I thought you knew Russian as well.”

I gave her a ‘are you serious look’ before averting my eyes to watch through the window instead

“I can only speak a handful of languages.” Mumbling to particularly no one

The car stopped in front of a two-story building that looked like a mini-hospital or clinic, five people were already waiting dressed in white with a stretcher by their side. When the back door opened they rushed to get Dylan out, two men supported his weight to hoist him to the stretcher. After that they rolled the stretcher inside as fast as they could, yelling at the others inside the building. Rachel and I were left in the driveway, not knowing what to do in this situation I gave her a confusing look.

She huffed before gesturing at me to follow her inside.

We entered the building to come across a reception on one side and a set of hospital beds lined on the other side, vacant at the moment as curtains were pulled to the side. The scent of alcohol wafted through the whole room making me hum in satisfaction, I don’t know why but ever since I was young hospitals or the smell of it calms me and would get this feeling of safety like a surge of euphoria. Rachel was currently busy talking to the receptionist, I didn’t pay much attention to what they're talking about since it’s all in Russian anyway. Crossing my arms with slumped shoulders, I decided to let my eyes wander around the place.

“Where have you been?!”

a scream echoed through the empty hallway followed by loud footsteps sauntering my way

“You should have been here 2 days ago.”

Turning to the right I saw Lynne heading in my direction with a furious look on her face, her usual outfit changed to a pair of tank top and cargo pants, complimenting her slender figure. Her short bob hair pulled up into a ponytail, the bangs pulled to the side with pins holding it there.

“What the hell are you waiting for?!” she bellowed grabbing me by wrist much to my protest “We need to go now, everyone is waiting for us.”

I looked at Rachel for help at my predicament but she only gave me a thumbs up, a smug look on her face. Lynne hauled me to the hallway she came from and I watched as Rachel only chuckled at me before going with a nurse to get treated, leaving me on my own. The hitman dragged me through a maze of hallways, tripping over my feet along the way but that didn’t bother her as she continued with her stride. My torment ended when we stopped in front of double doors, Lynne finally let go of her hold on my wrist. I whimpered in pain, cradling my bruise wrist to my chest.

“What are you waiting for?!”

I shoot a glare at her exclamation which earned an eye roll then a sigh of irritation, she moved behind me and pushed me towards the door. The force launches me forward pushing the doors in the process, I stumbled into the room in a not so graceful manner when I managed to find my balance. Everyone was already staring at me, four people were seated at a long rectangular table like the one you see in a conference. They looked at me with a scowl on their faces and I just stood there starting to feel uneasy about the whole thing.