CHAPTER 41
THE SKY BURNED orange as we ran into the night. Half of the base had to be on fire by now. And Zacharov’s poor treatment of his men was paying dividends, to us at least, as Alex’s voice spoke in my ear.
“The men to the south have thrown down their weapons and run into the forest. Their major yelled out that Zacharov didn’t pay them enough for this govno. We let them go.”
If only all the men shared their attitude. As Emmy and I got closer to the dragon’s den, a volley of automatic fire came from the building next to it. A poor, misguided soul still thought he stood a chance.
“Go,” Emmy yelled. “Clock’s ticking. I’ll take care of it.”
I left her pulling the pin on a grenade she’d picked up somewhere along the way, and as I ran up the first flight of stairs, the inevitable exp
