Dimitri

The idea of going to New York City to run from the law seemed ridiculous but it was just the kind of place for someone like Dimitri Kerechniklov to go. Being a Russian immigrant in the southwest was too conspicuous, and in NYC there was a large Russian community, providing cover and hospitality. The Boss would not be happy with this relocation, but this decision would bring safety and many more resources for the studies that still needed completion.

Dimitri was “notorious” in Russia for his criminal activities and involvement with the Russian Mafia. He was often looked at as The Boss’s most trusted operative, that is until the accident two years ago. Dimitri was in a high-speed chase with a rival group after he recovered a flash drive from their headquarters in Moscow. He was instructed to lose the pursuers and take the flash drive directly to The Boss. The chase was not going well, and Dimitri was run off the road by another car, his car violently hit a tree and burst into flames. A man from the other car retrieved the flash drive and left Dimitri to die. He was pulled out of the car by what seemed to be a divine act. When he came to he realized that the savior was The Boss himself, and that an entire convoy of vehicles had accompanied him. He was unsure how long he had been unconscious,
The Boss spoke softly and sternly “Dimitri this is a most unfortunate situation, where is the drive?”

“It was taken from me.” Dimitri replied painfully.

“I assumed as much. For years you have been at my side and have never failed me, today on what could have been our greatest triumph, you have finally shown weakness.”

“In my greatest regret for my actions, I throw myself at your mercy.”

“Dimitri our mission has been compromised because of your shortcoming, but I will spare you because of all you have done for me. We must leave before the authorities get here.” The Boss spoke these last few words and left.

Two men came and carried Dimitri towards The Boss’s SUV, but instead put him in the back of a pickup truck. He was treated for his wounds by one of the medics in the bed of the truck, which left the convoy at a certain point. It was now driving down an empty road, and the air of the cold Russian winter had begun to get to Dimitri. He was considering asking where they were going and if he could have a coat, but the only other man in the back of the truck was the medic, who now sat with a rifle in his lap and a mean look on his face. Dimitri couldn’t wait any longer.

“Where are we going?”

The medic replied, “You will see soon enough comrade.”

Though it was not the answer he was looking for, it had at least been enough to let him know they were almost there. The only things he could see were icy fields, and the road behind him. What could they possibly be taking him out here for? The Boss must have ordered them to take him very far away and terminate him. This would be the perfect place. Just then they stopped abruptly and the soldier in the passenger side got out of the truck. He gave Dimitri an icy stare and walked in front of the truck. There was a short rustle and a yelp. How odd. Four gunshots rang out and the soldier got back into the truck while reloading his sidearm.

The truck began moving again and Dimitri could see four dead dogs on the side of the road. It was a bad day to be in the way of this truck. After almost 15 more minutes the truck stopped at a fence. The driver said something into the intercom and the gate opened. The truck passed into a very small compound, with only two buildings, one was labeled as the barracks and the other was labeled as a laboratory. As soon as the truck stopped the medic opened the tailgate and pushed Dimitri out onto the ground.

“This is where you get off, go inside the Laboratory and talk to the man named Alexei. He will have your new assignment.”

The truck returned the way it had come, and Dimitri hurried inside to speak to Alexei. When he went in the laboratory he noticed that it was a lot bigger and nicer that he had thought. It was three stories, the second two both being underground. An elderly man with an awkward gait approached him.

“I assume you are my new operative. My name is Alexei, and here my associates and I are working on a top secret project that you may know nothing of. You have been sent to be my errand boy. Your job description is this: I will frequently need mail and groceries fetched from town, you will acquire them for me. You may sleep in the barracks, I will see you in the morning, good night.”

As Dimitri slept he heard something going on outside, and it was very loud. Someone burst into the room and started yelling profanity at the men. He ordered everyone out and into the truck. When Dimitri got outside he stood next to Alexei who whispered in his ear.

“We knew this day would come, the government is here to shut us down. I cannot let my years of work go to waste, it is a shame we did not have more time to get acquainted. While I was talking I slipped a cylinder of liquid into your pocket, it is what the Boss sent you here for me to give you. You must take it back to him. Do not burst it or open it.”

Just then the soldier screamed at Alexei to quit talking. When he failed to say yes sir, the soldier kicked him in the stomach and shot him in the leg. He pointed the gum directly at Dimitri and told him to beg for mercy. Dimitri delivered a swift kick in the groin and took the soldier’s rifle. He opened fire on the rest of the soldiers and jumped into their cargo truck, which had still been running. He completely blew through the gate and was on his way back to Moscow.

His arrival back at The Boss’s Headquarters received a mixed reception. Some looked at him as unworthy of his position due to his failure the day before, others were excited by the story of his heroism at the lab. Dimitri was just glad that the worst night of his life was over. The new day had begun, and he was back in the safety of his own territory.

Upon speaking to The Boss, Dimitri learned he would be heading to Phoenix, Arizona. His mission was to learn of the American scientist’s progress on a similar project, since they no longer had that information because of the lost flash drive. If the American scientists were convinced that they had made a breakthrough that could counter the vial of liquid Dimitri had gotten from the Russian lab, he was to give himself a dose and then return to Russia with the rest at the end of the study.
Infiltration of the lab was easy enough. There were no guards, and the men inside were unarmed. Dimitri spoke to the scientists, and they were confident their serum would work. These men gave Dimitri plenty of the serum, they just wanted to keep their lives. Dimitri wanted answers. He didn’t know what he had gotten in Russia, he didn’t know why he was here now or what this serum was preventing. He asked the scientists, but they claimed to not know. They said all they were told by their government was that it was to prevent massive casualties. Dimitri knew then that he must have something awful inside that large vial he had been carrying with him. The scientists refused to tell any more, so Dimitri killed them. He was sick of this game, and decided that he must contact The Boss.

Dimitri was on his way to New York City, via train. Trains have less security to go through, and it is highly unlikely that a Russian national with a long list of crime could board a plane in America. New York City is the largest center of population in the United States, and The Boss had specifically instructed him to go there, and upon his arrival, mail the rest of the serum back to Russia.

The Boss had always been too secretive and vague. Dimitri had not even known his name, and had never seen his face. That was until several weeks ago when Dimitri had men at the headquarters talking about a plan to take down the Americans. They spoke of cleansing the world, and finishing the Cold War. That war had been over for fifteen years. When The Boss told Dimitri that flash drive had information that was “vital to his existence”, Dimitri knew he must have it. He crashed his car on purpose, and kept the drive to himself. Here on this train, his laptop would tell him everything he needed to know.

by Patrick

Dimitri Scenario II

The moment was here. He had the flash drive, and was ready to learn all that it had to offer. As soon as the drive was in place, a little boy, no more than 3 or 4, came and sat next to Dimitri.
“Whatcha doin mister?”

Dimitri was annoyed but decided to be nice to the kid until he left. It was better to not make a scene right now.

As Dimitri was about to bust out his American accent, the boy’s father grabbed him by the collar and told him to “leave that nice man alone.” A close encounter, but Dimitri could get back to his work.

The screen went blank for a few seconds and the anticipation began to build. All the answers Dimitri wanted were about to be revealed. He would finally know The Boss’s identity, and what their organization had been working on.

Finally a menu came up and the moment was here. Several of the first few files were just logistics and all kinds of numbers. Nonsense. The next file was actually an email conversation. The first of the messages was addressed from an address within The Boss’s organization, to a government address. It spoke of a divine cleansing, similar to what the soldiers had been saying at headquarters.

Two messages later, the person from the mafia said that he was being probed now and that it was best they either speak in person or communicate through only government emails. That made it clear that The Boss was a member of the government, now the mystery was finding out who it was. The only clue was the initials used. VP was The Boss, and DM was the other man, who was definitely a high-ranking government official.

When Dimitri read the next message it became painfully obvious who these men were. “VP” was telling “DM” that it was a good thing he had been ready to take over his position as prime minister. DM was Dimitri Medvedev, Russian prime minister. The Boss, the spearhead of the entire Russian mafia and its operations around the entire world, was Vladimir Putin. Vladimir was Russian prime minister from 19—until his multiple terms came to an end in 20--. He was still rumored to be in charge, through a “puppet president”. This man was Dimitri Medvedev.
Dimitri now knew that The Boss and his organization was in control of the Russian government and that obviously the Cold War was still being waged behind the scenes. Dimitri had to focus on what he was going to do once he got to New York. He decided he would go to the Empire State building to scout the area.

The train ride was about another hour long, and Dimitri spent most of it thinking about the state of his government. It blew his mind that something so huge could have been going on this entire time without anyone knowing. The Russians were obviously trying to exterminate America with a massive infectious disease. The Americans must have learned about this, and begun work on an antidote. Dimitri was sent to get the virus from the Russian lab, then to the American lab to retrieve the antidote. Both were to be sent back to headquarters so that they could be duplicated and put into the water supply. The Russians would be safe, and the Americans would be ravaged by disease. It’s the perfect crime, executed on an entire country.
The train station was crowded and noisy. Dimitri quickly left the area and walked in the direction of the Empire State Building. He found an unchained bike outside a Starbucks, so he commandeered it. It made the transit much easier, at the actual owner’s misfortune.
The security in America was better than expected, but still not good enough to stop Dimitri. Carrying a bag full of guns, ammunition, and knives into the Empire State Building was not advisable. He left the duffel bag in a trash can across the street, and went through the security checkpoint without a problem. The elevator ride up was boring and full of corny American music. The view from the top of the building was rather beautiful, despite the act that everything was made of concrete. The Russian district was within view, and Dimitri knew where to go now.

Dimitri got to where he had left his bag, and it was still there, sort of. A homeless man was using it as his pillow. Only in America… Dimitri woke the man up and took the bag back. The downtrodden man only groaned and went back to sleep.

The bike had been stolen, ironically. Dimitri stole another bike and rode into the night. Not entirely sure of his destination, he had a lot on his plate for the next day.

Dimitri and Brianna

Dimitri arrived into the Russian area of New York via bicycle. The first thing he did was find a motel, and see if the lobby was still open. It was, and he gave the receptionist $50 for a room. He took the key and went inside the trashy room and slept in the scratchy bed.
Morning came and Dimitri packed up his things, and went to get some breakfast. He walked down the street to a Denny’s, and ordered a Grand Slam Breakfast. Once he was done eating he decided he would head back into downtown.
The bike was still where he had left it, so he rode into town on it. About an hour later he arrived back at his destination from the day before, the Empire State Building.
Morning had broken and Briana awoke to the sun shining through the flower dotted curtains. It was the city, but yet it was still so beautiful. She pulled the covers off of herself and trotted her way into the bathroom. She started her morning off with a nice shower and put on some of her nicest clothes. She then did her hair, and once done, she proceeded downstairs to the lobby. It smelt like freshly made coffee and sugar covered donuts. This was not her morning to stay and eat though, she was headed out to check out all of the little coffee shops that New York had to offer.
Dimitri was riding his bike when he saw a penny on the ground he turned to look at it was fascinated by it for whatever reason. Just as he was turning back around he slammed directly into a pole, smashing his shoulder violently into it before his forehead bluntly hit the sidewalk. How could he look any more stupid? He rolled over to see a young American girl staring at him in horror. The expression on her face made it seem as if she had seen a stranger die. “Oh my gosh!” “Are you Okay?” asked Briana frantically as she lured her soft tan hand down to Dimitri as if it were a gift. “Umm yea yea I’m okay” replied Dimitri as he stuttered and took her hand while still helping himself up. He couldn’t help but stare at her as soon as he regained his footage. Never had he seen someone so elegant and good-looking for an American girl. “Hello, my name is Briana.” She told him as she took a second look at him and realized his Russian accent. “Hi, my name is Dimitri.” He replied while still staring at her.
For the next thirty minutes they stood on the curb, talking about unimportant things and admiring the state of Dimitri’s wounded face. Neither one knew anything about one another except names, but yet they were still so fascinated with each other. Some time had passed and more people began to walk by giving uneven facial expressions. “Well maybe we should move on.” Chuckled Dimitri. “How does and nice warm coffee and a croissant sound?” he asked. “Sounds lovely.” Replied Briana as she gracefully picked up her knock-off Prada bag that fell to the ground when she ran to the aid of Dimitri.
Dimitri wasn’t sure why he was doing this, the last thing he needed to do was make connections in America. These were enemies of his country, but he found them surprisingly charming. Everyone in Russia was so uptight. From what he had seen in his several trips to America, most of its citizens were fun and nice. This one seemed to be the best he had ever met. She was elegant but modest, and best of all she wasn’t scared. Never before had he met a woman who was not terrified of him. She had no idea of his occupation, or the terrible things he had done. The things he was here to do may trump all that he had done before, and now he had a friend who would undoubtedly be affected directly by it. All the day they sat at the diner, talking and reminiscing and sharing stories with each other. As the sun began to set, Briana knew the day was almost over, but she knew that it had not been wasted. “Well I think its time for me to go back to my room.” Briana said with hesitation. She knew she didn’t really want to go back, she was having one of the most wonderful times of her life, but yet it was so scary because she had spent her whole day with a complete stranger. Even knowing this, she still felt as though they had known each other forever.
“Oh ok, well I’ll walk you to the door.” Answered Dimitri as he struggled to grab her jacket before she did off the back of her chair. After helping her with her jacket and placing her purse over her shoulder, they walked side by side to the door. “Well, I guess this is where it ends.” Said Briana hesitantly. “Umm yea I guess so, but we will have to meet up again another time.” replied Dimitri not having enough courage to ask her for her number. “Yes, I would love that!” Briana said excited. “I do not have a phone right now but I am staying in the Hilton, so maybe we can meet up there sometime.” “That sounds great, I’ll stop in and look you up sometime, I’ve been bouncing around hotels but I’m sure you can find me lying injured on a sidewalk somewhere again.” They both then began to laugh and pondered around for a few more minutes, not wanting to walk away from one another.
Finally with enough courage, Briana took one last look into Dimitri’s eyes and turned her head and with a whip of her hair she walked away. Neither one turned back to look at each other, with the fear that one might be embarrassed.
After about twenty minutes of brisk walking, Briana found herself back at her hotel room and all snuggled down and ready to watch a movie. The thought of being alone came to her mind, but she quickly shook it out. She hated the thought of being alone right now, especially when she is so used to watching movies with her friends.
Just as she got snuggled down into her couch, a knock came to the door. With an odd feeling and a lump in her throat, Briana got up and paced herself towards the door. With a little hesitation and light touch, she gracefully wrapped her hand around the doorknob. It seemed like it took forever, but once the door was open, her eyes stood wide and her body stood still as she gazed upon the presence of Dimitri.

Dimitri Scenario IV

As Dimitri had stood at the door facing Briana the night before, he knew the chances of him actually meeting up with her were 50-50 at best. He had to finish some of the business he had come here for in the first place. He was being asked to do terrible things for his country.
Even as these things weighed on his mind, he knew that he wanted nothing more than to just be normal and to try things with her. He began to despise his own government. They had lied to him, and were attempting to wage chemical warfare on the world’s most powerful nation. Nothing had been done between these two countries in at least fifteen years, and yet the hatred still ran so deep for members of the Russian government.
These same men who ran the government, ran the Russian mafia. The system was so corrupt, so much that the men elected to improve the country were the ones who were holding it back. Dimitri was just a powerless servant of course. He was their instrument of destruction. Countless people had been put underground by his hands. He acted without hesitation, doing these things because he had been told and he knew his leaders were right. He was no longer so sure.
Dimitri held the vial of liquid in his hands. It was cold to the touch, and looked like some kind of makeup. It would be ill advised to put this on your face though. Dimitri wasn’t sure what exactly it would do, but he was positive it would kill, and spread very quickly. This is exactly why he was standing in the post office.
Dimitri placed the vial in a small box and quickly sealed it, he had only done this after poking several holes the tube’s plastic bottom. The lives this would end would ultimately lay at the back of Dimitri’s mind for the rest of eternity.
He had not gone through with his superior’s desire for terrorism, and had instead chosen justice. The box was well sealed, and dropped not in the local box, but the international one. It was not addressed to an enemy of his country, but the motherland itself. Its destination was a happy one for Dimitri, The Boss’s HQ. This was a better choice than his office within the government, as that mail would be searched and scanned. The package would arrive at the HQ several weeks later, seeing it was from Dimitri, one of those idiot grunts would take it directly to The Boss’s office. He would open it seeking news of the great success in America. As Vladimir Putin would ultimately come to know, Dimitri was no longer one of his puppets. As the master puppeteer tasted his last bit of air, and struggled pull it in his lungs, he would curse the betrayal of his most trusted aide.
To the Russian people, they would lose an icon and a leader. But to those who knew better, as scarce as they were, they would rejoice. There was more for Dimitri to do, though. He needed to make sure the people of New York were safe from epidemic. He had opened of malicious virus and needed to make sure it wouldn’t hurt anyone.
At night, the local water treatment plant was easy to get into. Dimitri clutched a Skorpion in his hand, a small, single handed machine pistol that was inaccurate but made up for it with a high rate of fire. He didn’t think he would need it, but sometimes you don’t know. The hardest part was finding the place where the water went when it was finished treatment. There was no better night to do this than now, New Year’s Eve. As he found the last valve, the final barrier of protection for NYC’s water supply, he opened it and dumped the second vial of liquid inside. The serum was now going to be spread throughout the entire city in the morning. But now, Dimitri had a meeting to attend.
Dimitri did everything he could to find Briana, but it just wasn’t possible. The sheer amount of people that had flooded to the town made the already crowded streets, overflowed. Dimitri knew that things were going to be bad in Russia so he needed to make himself disappear to them, or he would surely be killed.
The Internet café was fairly empty, and almost closed for the celebrations, but Dimitri found a computer and hurriedly went to work. Sending an email to the HQ was risky, but believable. He told them that he had gotten very sick and had sent the serum to them so that they could be prepared. It was such a wonderful lie. Everyone there would voluntarily infect themselves with a deadly virus. He ended the message by forecasting his own death, saying he believed he was on the edge of life, and that he had served his nation well. He wished them all well and said goodbye. A lump formed in Dimitri’s throat as he pushed send.
Dimitri left the café, and found that the streets of New York were even more crowded than before. People were pushing and shoving to get better position in lines, some were even fighting. A man bumped into Dimitri, and paused for a moment as he passed him. Only when the man turned around did Dimitri realize it was a police officer. The officer was the no nonsense type. He asked Dimitri if he was from here, which was a dumb question. Dimitri answered honestly and cooperated. The man asked for identification and Dimitri said that he had none on him. The officer said he was going to have to take Dimitri back to the station to question him about some suspicious activity, to which Dimitri insisted could not happen.
The officer, in an extreme display off aggressiveness, pulled a baton and told Dimitri to get in the handcuffs. Dimitri punched him in the face, and felt his nose collapse under his knuckles. Before the man even hit the ground Dimitri was running through the crowd. He was running directly toward the Russian area of town, where he knew he could find shelter. The streets were less crowded this far away, and Dimitri knew it was only a matter of time before he was seen. The police obviously knew something about his actions, based on the way the officer had interrogated him. There must be a warrant on him. As Dimitri was getting into an area of town he recognized and thought he could hide in, a police car pulled around the corner and stopped 10 feet in front of him. The passenger jumped out as soon as it stopped and drew his gun. Dimitri was now 5 feet away, frozen. The only thing he could do was kick dust in the man’s face and dive out of the way.
A shot rang out, and met the pavement. It had narrowly missed Dimitri as he had dove to the ground. The next few moments passed in a blur. By the time Dimitri had gotten off the ground was putting bullets in the air. The initial burst made its mark on the side of the car, and the officers both hit the dirt in an attempt to dodge them. Dimitri’s second burst tore through the nearest man’s chest, sending him all the way to the ground. The other man was on the other side of the car, so Dimitri rolled onto his stomach and shot him in the ankles. One more burst finished the job. Dimitri knew he was going to need more firepower than an inaccurate submachine gun, so he headed toward his hotel.
His room was just as he had left it, 100% organized. The guns were completely organized. An AK-47 with more than enough ammo for a huge battle was laying on the table. Under the bed was stockpile of grenades and ammo for his Skorpion. The backpack Dimitri was about to carry would hold all of this, except for the AK. He would be carrying that. Dimitri was going to fight his way to safety.
As he stepped outside of the hotel, he figured out that was going to be much harder than he had imagined.

Dimitri Scenario V

The ball had dropped, and New York was in a state of pandemonium. No one knew, but there was a major gun battle about to erupt. Dimitri had walked out of his hotel to hear police sirens closing in, and even the hum of a helicopter. He had dealt with plenty of them in his time, but this was different, he was completely open to attack. He climbed a ladder and jumped across onto the roof of an adjacent building.
The helicopter appeared and its searchlight began looking for Dimitri. He duck behind a parapet, and made sure his rifle was ready to fire. He ran across the rooftop and jumped to another that was higher. But as he made the jump, a light engulfed him. The helicopter had circled back and caught him. Dimitri was in a very high position, but the chopper was even higher. Almost within seconds, four squad cars arrived in front of the building.
The officers all had pistols pulled and aimed at Dimitri. He had the high ground, so he had a tactical advantage in that respect, but there were 8 of them, and one of him, a significant disadvantage. Dimitri took some time to survey his situation and peeked over the parapet. One of the officers fired at him, missing very wide left. Dimitri had an escape route, but would need to shed the police to get there. He had arranged on his way to NYC for a boat to be sent to a dock on the Hudson River for him. It was still there, hopefully. Dimitri began to walk across the roof in a low crouch, but shots rang from behind him, and pinged off the roof only a few feet from him.
Dimitri swung around with his rifle ready. As quickly as he spotted the two men on the opposite rooftop, he had opened fire. Two quick bursts, and two blood-curdling screams. Dimitri did not like the nature of his work, but as his father always told him “You cannot change what you are good at.”
This led Dimitri into a series of ego inflating thoughts about his talent for killing. He was snapped out of his trance by the familiar hum of the helicopter. It was back, and this time with a purpose. There was a man positioned out of the side with an automatic rifle, but for whatever reason he was unaware of Dimitri’s position. Then Dimitri realized the man’s eyes were trained on his fallen comrades on the other roof. An unfortunate reality for this man was that he would be joining them. It looked as if an invisible hand pulled the man from the helicopter as the bullets tore through him, and he landed in a heap next to his buddies.
Dimitri turned his attention to the men on the ground, as he peeked over the parapet, they opened fire, just barely missing. Dimitri tossed one of his frag grenades into the street below, and as it exploded, it took the lives of 8 men and 4 squad cars. Sirens could be heard in the distance, so Dimitri enjoyed the snap of a new magazine in his rifle.
He had to get moving, or else he would be surrounded too quickly to react. As he climbed onto higher roofs, and jumped across to even ones, he came across one that was incredibly high. It was a gigantic church, and was a difficult climb. Now the cars were lining up in the street below, all police of course. As Dimitri neared the peak of the bell tower, he could see that his escape was getting more and more complicated. Priority number 1 was the helicopter. It had returned yet again, and seemed to have another man in the gun. This man was much more attentive. A long and concentrated burst of gunfire tore into the side of the building, the closest of which met their mark within six inches of Dimitri. He rolled into the tower and took cover. He checked his rifle one last time and swung it around. The first burst ran along the side of the chopper, but didn’t hit any vitals. The man reappeared to counter fire, and Dimitri ducked. Lead flew inches over Dimitri’s head, and for the first time in his life, Dimitri felt he was equally matched. This was true of the gunman, but not the pilot.
As soon as he pooped back up, he fired intensely. This chased the gunman back inside the cabin of the chopper. Dimitri then turned his attention to firing on the pilot. A long burst into the windshield until it shattered, and the pilot slumped in his seat. Without a pilot, the helicopter took a downward dive. Dimitri was admiring his work, but all of the sudden was caught by a burning feeling. This feeling intensified as Dimitri peered down at his chest. A hole had been torn in his jacket, and more importantly the right side of his chest.
In a sense, this sealed his fate. He was now wounded and against countless law enforcement officers. But he didn’t have to die in this tower. Dimitri swept his rifle across the street, and emptied an entire clip. Then he threw the clip as hard as he could, followed by two grenades. Dimitri almost didn’t notice the helicopter crashing into the side of a building, it slammed into the ground, and a grenade blast made it explode in a blaze of glory.
Dimitri knew he had to make an escape. He took off his jacket and slung his rifle over his shoulders, and looked for a power line. The tower had a single power line running directly away from where to police where. He used it as a zip line and took his rifle back out with his free hand. He fired on the police that he could see, and scored a hit on one. But they fired back, and a bullet hit Dimitri in the thigh. It seared through all the meat, and was incredibly painful. But as soon as he got it back together and managed to keep his grip, another shot shattered his wrist, forcing him to let go of the line and into a freefall.
The funny thing about falling is landing. Most people get right back up after they fall, but this would not be the case. Dimitri’s mind raced as he plummeted. The concrete looked too thin to break his fall. One thing stayed in Dimitri’s mind; a petite American girl that made him change his mind about America, and effectively started all this. It was unfortunate that he had to kill all those men earlier, they didn’t deserve any of it.
The shadow grew as he approached the ground. Dimitri closed his eyes for the last time. He made his peace and said cursed the life he had lived. Then he made contact. His arms hit first, and were pulverized. His face exploded out of the back of his head, and everything was dark.
The news that night described the event as a terrorist attack on NYC. What they did not know was the heroism he had shown for the country he knew so little of, and what he had done to his native Russia. There was no memorial service for Dimitri. His remains had been cleaned within an hour. His face was never to be seen again, only remembered by that little American girl he had met once.