Sergei
I’m lying under the truck, setting up the second pack of explosives when Mikhail curses somewhere on the other side.
“Sergei! Are you done?”
“Just one more,” I say.
“You put enough of that s**t to blow up the whole damn street. Leave it and come here. The door is jammed.”
I roll out from under the truck and walk to the back where Mikhail is holding the cargo door open with the crowbar.
“Just keep it there, I’ll get the girl,” I say, turn on my phone’s flashlight, and jump up into the truck.
I walk around the boxes, moving them around as I pass, but I can’t see the girl.
“Is she there?” Mikhail asks.
“I can’t find her. Are you sure she’s . . .”
There is something in the corner, but I can’t see what it is. I round a pile of crates and direct my light down. “Oh, f**k!”
I mov
