Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

The moment the blast from my RDG-33 went off, I instantly sprung up from my defensive stance and peeled Roza off the ground. My dvizhemsya, seychas! We move, now! Grabbing the duffle bag beside her as I scooped her up, she was quick to react on to her own two feet. Despite the mounds of armor and the thick fur-coat that embellished our bodies, we moved with precision and speed. The weight was something every woman and man in the Red Army had become accustomed too. For us women, as part of the special ops program, we were trained with this combat equipment. It had become our second skin. Bolting out of the room we were laying in, the two of us crouched low as we waddled our way down the long hallway of the multi-story apartment complex. With sniper rifles slung around us on our backs and a PPD-40 submachine gun at hand, we were ready for any enemy attack that might threaten us. Despite the fact that I had attempted to bomb the man out of sight, out of mind, the reality was that I had no idea if it had been effective. Because we were forced to relocate, I wasted no time in searching for his body. In this war, it was kill or be killed, and no time could be wasted on confirming that kind of kill. With each passing apartment, I moved first to check the coast then motioned for us to move forward. We passed room after room in dead silence, with several feet between us as to clear each room individually uncertain of who might be around. In such a big place, and with the commotion of the blast, it was possible somebody else had crept in. The sound of crashing glass caused the two of us to stop dead in our tracks. I looked back at Roza, who also shared a puzzled look on her face. Before either of us could properly react, the hidden grenade detonated, causing an entire apartment just a floor below to be blown to smithereens. As the explosion shot upwards, it reduced the middle of the hallway to rubble. The grenade had detonated right below us, and amidst the blowout, the floor had caved right under me. Instinctively, I grabbed on to the edge of the floor that did remain, dangling for a second like a ragdoll before I used my core strength to hoist my body up. When I finally pulled myself up, there was a 10 foot gap between me and my partner. The grenade had blasted a gaping hole three floors down, allowing me to see all the way to the ground floor. Roza looked up at me - we were permanently separated. With no way to get across, and a hallway too broken and narrow to moved against the sides, we would have to split up. Reverting to only using Russian Sign Language, I quickly motioned to her ' Split '. Though, in that moment, the corner of my eye caught glance at a figure on the first floor. I pointed down, sighning again ' Company '. Roza went for another grenade from her pocket, but I instantly motioned to stop. Shaking my head it was too risky. The building was falling apart - another blow could see fatal to both of us. She shook her head in understanding and I slowly backed up, afraid the enemy scouring the first floor would look up and see us. With the floor crumbling at our feet, I looked at Roza and gave a simple Goodbye nod. Roza returned the honourable salute before disappearing down the main stairwell. On the other hand, I was left with nothing but decaying apartment buildings. With no staircase on this side of the building, I would have to find another way to escape.