A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 25

Blaise Taylor

Aidan and I had now been in Russia for a few weeks.

Our time was admittedly better than what I had originally imagined. Aidan ended up being a good partner: he kept me company, made me laugh, gave me space when I needed it, was there for me, and made me feel important.

Not to mention, we had watched an inhuman amount of films every night.

After hearing about the tunnel from the highly intoxicated Alexei, we decided our next move should be to ensure the tunnel actually existed.

Following Alexei's very vague instructions, Aidan and I spent the next day, mapping out a circle of a 2-mile proximity from the base and on the same night, we followed the mapped circle we had created.

While walking around, we ensured that we were extra cautious, in order to avoid being seen by members of the Russian Mafia that could identify us.

Within hours of searching, the tunnel entrance had been found, it was disguised as a drain but covered a ladder which lead down to the tunnel. At first Aidan dismissed the chance of the drain being the tunnel and carried on walking but I followed my instincts. I waited in the bar that the drain was hidden behind and stared at the drain through the window.

Eventually as I was starting to fall asleep, a short girl of a muscular build lifted the drain up and began to climb down, confirming that it was the entrance.

I didn't go to look at the entrance that night to avoid any suspicion and instead went home without telling Aidan that I was right to teach him a lesson about listening to me.

In the early hours of the next morning, a downtrodden Aidan finally came home. He instantly began screaming that Alexei was lying and there was no tunnel. To my delight, he was enraged after I told him what I had found out after staying at the bar. Aidan never apologised for doubting me but I knew he regretted his decision of not listening to me and would not repeat his mistake.

The next week consisted of us going to visit the bar once at its busiest hour to check the underneath the drain lid. Additionally, knowing the Russians were a paranoid people, we thoroughly checked the surrounding area of the drain, for cameras, traps or people on guard.

We ended up finding five cameras that were placed on walls, trees and plants, all angled to film the tunnel entrance. However, luckily for us, we always carried signal scramblers that were created by the English Mafia. The scramblers interrupt all signals of any forms of technology within a 10-mile radius. The scramblers disabled the cameras the first night we found the entrance and every other night we visited. This meant we still had been undetected by the Russian Mafia and we already had a solution to that problem.

In addition to that, we found two people that guarded the drain, they watched from the bar that I had waited in the previous night, making it lucky that I had gone undetected or they would have killed me on the spot. The solution to the problem of the guards, was they could be easily killed and someone made sure to press a button located underneath the table to the right, every 30 minutes.

This solution was worked out by Aidan who had figured out, the button was an alarm system, set in place for the guards to press every 30 minutes. If the guards do not press the button every 30 minutes, an alert would be sent to the Russian Mafia base and their best trained assassins would quickly come to the entrance of the tunnel, while the base would be on a high security alert.

In our search, we did not find any traps but that did not confirm the fact they didn't exist, meaning we had to give that warning to the members of our Mafias, when they would eventually come here.

The next week, we visited the bar once more, leaving enough time between visits as to not raise suspicion. We agreed to place a small drone, with a camera and a signal scrambler attach to it, down into the tunnel. The drone was built to be immune to the signal scrambler. This action, was so we could map out the blueprints of the tunnel and information about further cameras or security precautions that we inside the tunnel itself.

Unfortunately for myself, Aidan won the game of rock, paper, scissors, that decided who would fly the drone, meaning I had the job of mapping out the tunnel and identifying camera.

After 3 days of flying the drone up and down the system of tunnels, the main tunnel to the base had been mapped out and all security measures had been identified. The measures were mainly cameras and a few check points for the members of the Russian Mafia to scan their cards of identification to be let through large iron gates.

The camera problem would be easily solved, however Aidan and I argued on how to solve the gates. I believed that we should forge the identification cards as it was an easy thing to do, whereas Aidan believed we should just destroy the gates.

On day three of me 'accidentally' cutting him with my knives as I walked past him, he agreed to my idea.

The next week consisted of Aidan and I flying the drone to the base itself and figuring out any weaknesses in its main wall for both of us to get through, while our armies went through the tunnel.

Mid-week, Aidan found a section of the wall that was less guarded and shaded by trees, we both agreed we could together, take out the guards and climb up the wall unnoticed.

While our plan was slowly forming, there were many days, where all we could do was plan and think out ideas from our cabin. Those days were surprisingly, my favourite days, as we would spend them laughing, eating and watching the vast collection of films the cabin held.

At the few weeks, I knew almost everything there was to know about Aidan, including the fact he didn't like to watch films originally, because his mum told five-year-old Aidan that if he kept watching TV all the time, he would get sucked into one of the films and never be able to escape.

I was also ashamed to admit, I had spent a fair amount of time staring at him and just admiring him. I had accidentally and arguably very creepily, memorised all his facial features, down to the two freckles above his left eyebrow. 

Despite everything, no matter what the day had consisted of, whenever night came and we had finally gotten into bed. We would always awaken to our bodies together and our arms around each other. My head occasionally found its way to rest upon his chest, fulfilling an unconscious urge to be close to him and laying still listening to his heartbeat as his arm pulled me closer, was a warm and comfortable feeling that I never wanted to end.

While he remained the most annoying person on the planet and was still a vicious killer that I'd witnessed slaughter without an ounce of guilt. I could feel myself gradually gaining feelings for him. Something that pissed me right off. I was literally losing my mind.