Chapter 4

June 12th, 2020

0900 hours

Between Never and Chita.

“How is it going over there?”

One young man asked, sitting in a train car that was full of lumber. He was dressed in a thick jacket with two different laptops sitting around him and another on his lap. He was typing away quickly before lifting his head to look a few feet in front of him.

A full body covered in the most highly advanced armor that had ever been seen. Resembling a robot that came from centuries that hadn’t come yet.

“You feeling alright Daniel?” The young man asked.

The body didn’t move.

It was lying in a prone position, a massive 50 caliber sniper rifle bolted down into the car with the head resting, staring down the scope with one eye.

“You know he doesn’t like being called that.” Came over an earpiece.

On another train, a young man whispered to himself while standing behind a bar. He was dressed in a very expensive black and white tuxedo while pouring multiple glasses of expensive Russian made wine.

“Yeah well, Soldier Zero is a stupid codename.” The young man replied.

“Yeah, so is Ram.” Another voice spoke.

The conductor of the first train was looking ahead with a pair of binoculars, able to see that another one was coming towards them, still a far ways away. He was much older than the others, middle aged with gray hair on his hair and face.

Two trains going in opposite directions, both of them going at top speed.

“It’s because I’m the computer guy. Ram is the way that…” Ram started to talk.

“I literally do not care.” The bartender whispered as he placed all of the glasses on a large black tray shaped in a circle.

A young, beautiful woman wearing a black and white button up shirt and skirt walked over, smiling at the bartender.

“You guys talk to much.” She said softly before winking at the bartender.

He rolled his eyes and smiled as she took the tray.

She walked through the exclusive, private car. In every single seat were massive, muscular men dressed in suits with visible hand guns in holsters.

Except there was one man who was different.

The President of Russia sitting and looking out the window at the country that he ruled over.

“Can I offer you a wine Mr. President?” She asked in perfect Russian.

He looked over, waving his hand.

“I am fine, thank you.” He replied.

Many of the other men took the glasses, sipping from them with pleasant smiles.

She walked back to the bar with a small collection of glasses left.

The bartender grabbed them and made sure nobody was watching as he dumped them out one by one.

“Any idea on how much longer?” The bartender asked.

“You got somewhere else to be there Varsity?” The conductor asked as they kept their train running quickly forward.

The girl held back laughter, looking at him with a playful smile.

“Yeah and you called Ram a stupid name.” Ram interrupted.

“Yeah, cause I was a varsity athlete in three different sports all four years of high school. What did you do in high school huh?” He replied, trying his best to keep his voice down despite visibly growing more and more heated.

“Alright no more talking. He’s getting a bit rowdy.” She said quietly while spinning back around.

“I told you he’s too emotional for this hit.” The conductor responded.

“Yeah well, you didn’t get to pick the team.” She responded as she walked through the aisleway.

“I know that Strawberry.” The conductor replied.

“Speaking of bad nicknames.” Ram chimed in.

“Will you shut up?” She said while barely moving her lips, walking down the aisle to see if anybody needed anything.

“I’m sorry, but we should really turn off these coms.” The conductor replied.

“Oh Conductor, always the hardass buzzkill.” Varsity replied.

“I’m making sure we stay on our mission.” Conductor replied.

“Why Conductor?” Ram asked.

“What?” He asked in a sassy voice.

“Like…that’s gotta be the least creative of them all.”

“We’re agents in a foreign country. Why would I do anything that could draw attention to me? I’m a conductor, so my codename is Conductor.”

Groaning filled the front of the train when he turned around, looking down at a man laying on the ground with his hand and feet tied together behind his back, duct tape wrapped around the entire lower half of his head.

“One sec.”

He walked over and kicked him in the face, knocking him out once again before he went back to the control panel.

“Time until cross?” Varsity asked.

Ram typed away rapidly on his laptop.

“Thirty-Six and a half seconds.” Ram replied quickly.

Soldier 0 reached up and pulled back hard on his rifle, snapping the one and only bullet he had into place.

“Soldier, these calculations say that you should fire in approximately Twenty-Nine point Four seconds.” Ram typed away.

Soldier 0 didn’t say anything.

He just stared through the scope of his rifle with his finger softly touching the trigger.

“That seems rather early.” Varsity whispered as he looked over at the security all sitting in their seats.

Most of them sat still and silent, their hands on their weapons in case they had to pull them out in a single second.

Varsity looked down into a small ice bucket.

A single layer of ice cubes that distorted something hidden underneath.

One of his hands reached under the counter and rubbed up against a small, compact assault rifle.

He made sure to find the handle, then pulled his hand back up over to pour more drinks.

Strawberry was starting to walk back, but then felt a hand grab her wrist.

She looked down at the President of Russia.

“Why don’t you sit with me, hm?” He asked.

The security guard got up and moved, standing in the aisle as Strawberry slowly sat down.

“Well, this is a true honor Mr. President.” She replied with a wide smile.

Varsity was staring daggers at the two of them from the bar, his hand moving back down to the rifle.

The President began to softly rub her arm as she just smiled.

“Aren’t you a married man?” She asked in a flirtatious way.

“Perhaps. But what is marriage?” He replied with a sleazy smile.

She kept her fake smile but was trying to move away from him.

“You better land this shot. Strawberry is directly next to him. Even a bit off and you’ll kill her.” Varsity whispered as he poured a glass of Russian whiskey into a shot glass before quickly drinking it.

Suddenly, many of the guards began to fall into a deep sleep. The ones that did all dropped glass wines onto the floor, the other ones that were still awake shooting to their feet and shaking them.

“Shit.” Varsity said.

“What? What’s going on?” Conductor asked.

The men all ran to the President, forcing him to his feet as Strawberry was pushed out of the way.

“He’s on the move. They’re surrounding him with his head down. Heading towards the back of the train.” Varsity said quickly.

“Fuck **** ****. That’s not good. We don’t have time to…”

The two trains passing quickly filled the air with a violently loud roar.

Soldier 0 continued to lay in stiff silence.

The train racing by as a blur in front of him, only a few feet between the two trains.

The Russian President was surrounded by a circle of massive, muscular men as they tried their best to get through the thin aisleway.

One of the guards tripped on one of the chairs, leaving the President exposed in a single spot for a single second.

Soldier pulled the trigger.

The bullet raced forward with an angle causing it to move diagonally, the momentum of the train adding to the momentum caused by the gun.

The massive bullet raced through the turbulent air moving in both directions, causing it to wobble and shift even further as it flew.

Then, the bullet shot through a thick pane of glass, shattering it but causing the bullet to wobble and move downward even more.

So many variables causing so many things that could go wrong.

So much math that was constantly changing with every single nanosecond that could lead to success or failure at any moment.

Yet with the two trains moving in different directions, the turbulent winds, the humidity of the atmosphere, and the glass…

The bullet perfectly shot into the right side of The President's chest before slicing through both lungs and his heart before exploding out the other end, a splatter of blood shooting out and covering the wall and row of seats as he fell forward.

The President’s body dropped to the ground as the guards were all screaming and shouting. They all drew their guns and looked out the broken window, spotting the small train racing away as they all shouted.

Strawberry and Varsity were both frozen in place, shocked that such a shot had just occurred in front of them.

“Holy shit.” They said in unison.

“Was that a good holy shit?” Ram asked, himself shocked as he knew what that had to mean.

“Yeah…” Strawberry said softly.

Ram looked over at Soldier 0, who slowly sat up and began to break down the rifle like it was nothing. So slow and deliberate as he took the massive rifle apart.

Varsity noticed the guards turn to them with angry faces. He didn’t know what it meant, and he overreacted.

He quickly pulled out the compact assault rifle and pulled the trigger, a flurry of bullets racing out and hitting many of the guards as Strawberry ducked and screamed.

Most of the guards dropped dead while a few were still alive, hiding behind the seats with dust flying in the air and creating thick clouds.

The guards leaned around with their massive black handguns, but Strawberry reached up her skirt and grabbed two small handguns, firing quickly to take out the remaining guards within a few seconds.

She got to her feet breathing heavily and wiping blood off her face.

“Soldier, you owe me some make up.” She said.

Varsity lowered the rifle and looked at the corpse of the Russian President laying face down on the ground.

“I…how in the hell?” He asked.

“Alright everyone, meet back at the safe house.” The Conductor said as he stopped the train right then and there, causing it to grind to a halt as Soldier and Ram held on tight.

Varsity and Strawberry shrugged at each other, jumping through the shattered window pane and rolling along the dirt covered ground, grunting loudly as they rolled violently.

Varsity sat up, looking at his suit jacket covered in dirt and a few small tears.

“God damn it.” He said.

“You rented it. Don’t be too upset.” Strawberry quipped at him.

“Yeah, and any damage will mean I don’t get my money back.” He replied.

“Do you understand how renting works?” She asked.

“Yeah…” He replied as he looked at Strawberry.

“Okay maybe not.” He replied as the two began to walk down the train tracks, laughing and talking the entire time.

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