Chapter 11: Vincent to the Rescue
Vincent set out at a quick jog for the fences, Nikoloz over his shoulder. He had to stop at each of the holes and get his partner to crawl through. The guards and dogs still snored peacefully in the long grass. Vincent checked his watch: 15 minutes. Once that factory blew, F.I.S.T. would be on this spot like white on rice—especially when the lab workers and guards woke up and realized their little operation had gone up in smoke. He and Nikoloz needed to be well on their way by the time the s**t hit the fan.
Vincent slowed to a fast walk up the last hillside, panting heavily, “For a skinny little Russian, you’re getting damn heavy, Kolya.”
He broke into a jog once more when they reached the top and practically slid down the other side with Nikoloz in his
