S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Northern Passage s-2 by Balázs Pataki

Author:Balázs Pataki [Pataki f.c]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sf_action, fanfiction, sf_postapocalyptic
ISBN: 9781301993253
Publisher: Smashwords
Published: 2012-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

46

Cordon Base, Exclusion Zone

Standing in the courtyard of Cordon Base, Maksimenko watches the helicopter approaching from the west. His eye sparkles with satisfaction.

“Is it the renegade’s dumbness or our luck that’s beyond measure, Vlasov?” he asks the Spetsnaz sergeant standing at his side.

“Both, I’d say. You’ll bring him to Kiev as soon as possible, I guess?”

“Guessing is no part of your job description, Sergeant. No, we let him boil a little in his own gravy… to soften him up, if know what I mean.”

“You mean—interrogating him?”

“I said: to soften him up. Then I’ll do the interrogation myself.” The Captain thumps his right fist into his open palm. “Oh yes, I’ll do that. And what’s even better: Agent Fedorka will interrogate the female Stalker he had been with. Dunno what he was thinking. Female bodyguards didn’t help Gaddhafi either.”

Sergeant Vlasov obediently laughs with his superior.

The Hind gunship, call sign Osprey One, hovers over the Base with an ear-splitting whoosh and descends to the concrete helipad. It has barely touched down when the hatch swings open and Sergeant Shumenko appears, followed by Tarasov and Nooria. Both are handcuffed but two commandos still hold them by the arms.

“Package delivered,” Maksimenko cheerfully says. “I love this job, Sergeant. Let’s go and say hello.”

However, he only walks a few meters toward the helicopter and then stays still, stiffening his stance and letting Shumenko and his Spetsnaz drag the two prisoners up to him.

“Major Tarasov,“ he says with a beaming smile, “it’s wonderful to see you.”

“Makes you wish for still having both eyes, eh?” Tarasov angrily replies.

“Is this the way to greet an old comrade, Mikhailo? What about ’good to see you too’, for example?” Shaking his head, Maksimenko steps forward and punches Tarasov in the stomach. “Or maybe, ’how good it is to be back at Cordon Base’?” His knee goes up and kicks the deserter in the face, who is still bending over after the painful punch. Nooria can’t hold back a scream.

“And who do we have here?”

“Don’t touch her, you bastard!”

Tarasov tries to break free with all his strength but three Spetsnaz jump on and overpower him like terriers would a raging bull.

“A witch, so I heard? Or a mattress where American deserters lay down for just a little bit of comfort?”

Biting her lip, Nooria returns his stare without a word.

“Pull back her hood,” Maksimenko orders Shumenko and the other Spetsnaz holding her. He rudely pulls on her hair to force her to look up at him. Seeing Nooria’s face, he grimaces.

“Good God! Did a mutant piss on your face or what?” Grabbing her head, he takes a closer look at her scar. “No… it definitely looks like you gave a blowjob to a bloodsucker and then got his acidic load all over your pretty face!”

Maksimenko gives a bellowing laugh. The low-rank Spetsnaz laugh with him, though Shumenko and Vlasov stay quiet and exchange a disapproving look.

“Glad you too managed to put on a grin at last, Sergeant Shumenko,” Maksimenko says. “You’re about to be rewarded after all!”

“Komandir, I—”

“Later.

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