The Survivor of the 27

Chapter thiry six

The meeting goes on, I'm not fully listening. I keep on looking at the clock. Finally though it's 8:00. I wait for another five and then the alarms go off. Everyone in the room stands up and looks around frantically.

"What's going on?" The German asks in shock. I take off my face covering and throw it on the ground.

"Khor Khoreh, what the fuck are you doing?" Hassan asks in an angry tone.

"This stops now Hassan," I bark.

"Have you forgotten your ways?! I made you! You would be nothing without me!" He yells.

"I would be back home with my family if it weren't for you." The entire time I keep my voice low and calm, because to him, it's a threat.
Hassan takes out his gun and points it at me. He pulls the trigger and I don't even flinch.

"Have you forgotten what a loaded gun feels like?" I ask him. I take out the bullets from my pocket and drop them to the ground.

That's when he realizes that he's screwed. Then the door bursts open and general Logan and his men burst in.

"I heard that you tried to kill me. How kind of you," Logan says in a sarcastic tone.

"I will kill everyone you love," Hassan threatens.

The other men in the room look around confused. Each one of Logan's men takes one and ties them up. I however, go to Morozov. I wanted the satisfaction of putting handcuffs on him. I make sure to put them on so tight that they're digging into his skin. I then hand him off to one of the soldiers to take him away.

Once I get to Hassan, he backs himself up against a table. All of the sudden he pulls out a gun and shoots me in the leg and once more in the abdomen. I fall to the ground with a yelp. That's when he grabs me and puts the gun to my head.

"If you move a single muscle I will kill her," he threatens.

My breathing is starting to fall short. And with the amount of blood that I've lost, my vision goes in and out.

"Go! This place is going to blow in four minutes!" I command Logan. I had set a timer to blow up. This place needed to burn. Even if that meant I burned with it.

"No, we're not leaving without you," he says.

"Take these men back to the jet," he commands his soldiers.

"But sir-"

"That's an order lieutenant Adams!" He yells back. They all leave, making it just the three of us.

"Back where it all began huh?" Hassan says.

"Why? Why are you doing this to her? It's me you wanted all this time, why not just have it be me?" The general asks.

"Because you made her to be the perfect soldier, her entire upbringing was leading her to become who she is now," he responds.

"Besides, I can see how much you care for this girl. You took her in at eighteen and made her into a weapon. You're as much to blame as I am," Hassan adds.

I wrap my hand around Hassan's arm and flip him over, making him land on his back and dropping the gun. He gets onto his hands and knees and run up to him. I tackle him to the ground and force my hand into his skin. I rip out his spin and as I do so he lets out a blood curdling scream.

I can feel each bone. The roughness of each vertebra. I can also feel the familiar warm sticky substance. I toss it to the ground and I then grab the gun and hover over him.

"Mace no!" Logan yells, but it's too late. Without hesitation I shoot him right between the eyes.

"I never miss," I growl at his now dead body.