Rimanoa

A couple degrees off

9:06 a.m. Aug. 16.

"What is it, why are we going down?" — I asked the pilot, after three minutes of flight. "We're running out of gas."

"Sit over there," — I pointed to a sturdy two-story house with a helipad in that very mining village (probably the home of the owner of the mine itself or its director). "Good."

We landed, climbed out, leaving only the pilot and Rozh's body in the helicopter, and took up defense in the house just in case: "Shok" — on the second floor, me, Bulatovs, Marlboro — on the ground floor. "Ghost" on my order rushed for spare canisters of kerosene in those "Ford", on which we came here (it is too dangerous to go on the "Ford" itself — the FBI has already blocked everything).

"Chief, I've got a…," our bumblebee on the second one chortled. "The chief is in a cab," I corrected him.

"Excuse me, Commander, we have a problem here." "Speak."

"I spotted some men with guns up north at the edge of the woods (clearly FBIers)." "Don't do anything until I start shooting."

"Got it."

"Hello… Rob (that was the pilot's name), turn off the engine." "Got it."

"Michael, are you coming soon?" "Five meters to the house."

When Lüttvec reached the helicopter, the gunners were trotting seven hundred meters from the double-decker, I opened fire with the words, "Michael get in the helicopter and wait. Everyone else get ready to withdraw."

Shots rang out from the roof, then returned shots at the helicopter that took off and headed towards the forest, I shouted: "What's the matter, where is it headed?!", and apparently from the firing from the roof it fell on the roof of a neighboring house. "Michael, what's the brothel up there?"

"Son of a dog, the pilot, wanted to cum me, but…" "Are you hurt?"

"Bullets in the vest…"

"Okay… Michael, Carlo, bring the Ford to the exit (we were seriously lucky this time, as both the Ford and the exit were located on the side of the house where there were no agents), Bulatovs, are you ready to bail?"

"Yes. That's right," they echoed. "Go away, I've got your back."

No chase or pickets were seen on the road.