Mikhail
I run inside the abandoned factory, c**k the gun, and stand by the broken window, which gives me a direct view of the road and the entrance gate. The vehicle that followed us rushes through the gate a moment later and stops about five yards from my car. No one gets out for a couple of minutes. They’re probably debating what to do. Eventually, one of the back doors opens and a man gets out, holding a gun at the ready. He aims for the back window of my car, and shoots. Nothing happens, so he tries three more times.
It’s an armored car, you i***t.
I throw a quick look toward the gate. Where the f**k is Denis? If I start shooting, they might hightail it out of here, and we’ll lose them.
The other back door opens and a bald man in his forties gets out, carrying a shotgun. s**t. I
