St Petersburg, Russia

Song Set it off by Skillet

Lex's pov

After walking across the terminal in the Pulkovo Airport, I took the escalator down to the customs area, noticing the FSB agents patrolling along the top. Probably wondering if I was an agent from the CIA. knowing that if I ever caught, I would be disavowed by my own government, and that wouldn't be good for our team. A little while later; the line began to move up to the customs booth.

Handing over my passport to the customs officer, I felt my heartbeat. Relax I told myself don't get yourself in a jam here. The customs officer flipped it open looking at me. Glanced back at it. There was no doubt in my mind; that I was going by Moscow Rules, Couldn't take any chances here. One could never be too careful I learned that the hard way when Ruyan had tried to kill me before I scaled the wall of the hotel in Copenhagen.

"Mr. Rolland, I see that your carrying a firearm in your hip holster there may I ask what you do for a living," the customs officer questioned.

"I'm a security consultant for some Russians Oligarchs that wanted me to do a security audit at their mansions," I remarked looking around seeing I could spot any FSB agent walking my way.

The customs officer, said nothing for a while after a bit he handed me back my passport; but letting go of it just right away. My instincts were telling me to withdraw my suppressed Glock before the customs officer could make his move. My eyes darts and back looking for any sudden movements out of ordinary. The officer hand slipped off the passport; I grabbed it heading into the main part of the Airport. 

There were some restaurants and gift shops along the way to the car rental counter.  Rental clerk was busying some people who wanted to rent a vehicle, he grabbed the keys for them eyeing me as I walked over to the counter. He looked up to me before saying anything.

"How can I help you Mr.?," He questioned.

"Yes I would I like to rent of your vehicles please if I can," I stated.

The rental clerk made his way over to the rack where some keys were laying, grabbed one that was for Chevrolet Malibu. He walked back over to the counter handing me the keys. I took them and nodded at him strolling out the through the front doors of the Airport, and went over to the rental parking lot where the vehicles were parked.

I ventured over to the sliver Malibu, unlocked the door climbing in; and closed the door. Driving out of the parking, glanced into the rearview mirror to see if any I had any FSB agents tailing me. None that I could see far. But you never know? 

Drove down the narrow streets city passing by some old imperial buildings; which suddenly brought back some memories of my training operational assignment when I  had sent to recruit a Russian GRU officer.  After a while I turned down some blocks, and streets trying to figure out where Russtech Ammunition was.

I clicked my Bluetooth earpiece saying," Nicky do you where is Russtech Ammunition is"

"Lex, Russtech Ammunition Corporation is located on Nevsky Prospekt across from the Admiralty be careful there could Russain mercenaries there probably on security," Nicky stated.

"Thanks, I will be careful," I replied.

Driving down Nevsky Prospekt passing by some, restaurants and shops I noted that were a lot of people sauntering along looking into the shops. I pulled a couple of blocks and parked a few streets down from the Ammunition Corporation. Stepped out grabbing the door I withdrew my suppressed Glock 21 with hollow-points chambered in from his hip holster.

From I could call tell there were probably Thirty armed Russian mercenaries with MP7 submachines clutched in their grip; and ready use to if they had to. I quickly and quietly made my over towards them with my Glock gripped in my hands.

All sudden gunfire erupted as the Russian mercarnies opened fire; I sprinted to one of the cars and docked behind them. My heart was racing I leveled my suppressed Glock firing two shots at the mercarnies hitting the pavement around my prey, the second dropped him before he could fire back at me. Pulling the trigger on my Glock.

 I sprinted flat out down the street firing some shots at them taking out six mercarnies. My eyes darted back forth quickly, scanning the surroundings, I could hear footsteps fast approaching; Shit I thought this was going to end badly one way or the other. Aiming my Glock I fired some bullets taking out eight of the Russian mercenaries. 

I was getting pissed and furious, felt the blackness wanted to come out go savage on them. My heartbeat slowed feeling the rage inside. I slipped my Glock into the hip holster pivoting fast as my palm became Eagle Claw strike I moved in fast before they knew delivering a lethal blow the mercarnies neck knocking out cold, unconscious. 

Five more of them came rushing opened fire as the bullets smacked the pavement almost hitting me I grabbed MP7 submachine; selected automatic fire open fire on all them,watching them drop to the ground. The MP7 dropped from my grip hitting the ground, If the Resistance thought they could killme they were dead wrong.

I walked over to the front entrance of the corporation, noticing the surveillance camera. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my lock pit kit; and pulled out the pit, as I slowly picked the lock turning the doorknob, and opened the door. After that, I moved in quickly scanning the area, around me looking for any sudden movements.

The inside interior looked just any other corporation building, except for the picture of an ex Spetsnaz sniperHung on the wall. I had a strange feeling that I had seen him somewhere before, but couldn't place it. My instincts were telling me that I was over my head