You head to Zhob airport and fund that it seems to little more than a small complex with few buildings and one entire runway. Going into what passes for a terminal, you are able to easily find the temporary storage area, which consists of a single row of several lockers in the style of high school hallways. Each one has a coin deposit and key setup and there is a large sign that boasts that the airport personnel are not responsible for lost or stolen goods. There are many people milling about area, walking to gates, putting stuff in or removing stuff from lockers, purchasing newspapers or magazines and buying snacks which appear to be way overpriced. You do not notice any one watching you, other than the usual quick glances as you pass by. Mac is able to easily find an open locker...
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Smith walks over to the attendant and says, "Good day sir, I was wondering if you might per chance help me. My five year old son being precocious and all lost the key to our locker which has some of our luggage in it. Would you be able to help us and let us borrow the spare key?"
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Mac slowly puts in his duffel bag of spare clothes while looking around him cautiously. He notices Smith talking to the Attendant but calmly closes his locker pocketing his key. He makes his way towards the street exit walking towards Smith and the attendant.
Smith smiles and says, "For your trouble good man." as he palms him a Ulysses Grant.
The attendant looks incredulous at Smith for a moment, and then down at the cash in his hand. Quickly pocketing it, he smiles. "No problem! For you my friend, anything." He takes you over to the locker, fishing for a ring of keys in his pockets. He opens the locker and sure enough inside is a black duffel bag. "If you need anything else, my friend, you call Punji." He whistles some tune as he goes back to cleaning the floors...
Smith says, "Thank you."
And then walks over to the counter and checks the flight schedules.
Macomb whistles a tune as he walks out of the storage area.
Never thought it would be that easy. Thought I may have to base a lockpick set off this key. Oh well hopefully Smith can retrieve the bag.
Smith takes the bag with the flight info and meets Macomb back at the vehicle, do not want to open up a bag full of cash in the open.
Once inside the truck, he opens the bag and finds....
.. enough Rubles to equate to about $10000 USD. Of course with Soviet economy the way it is, that could change on a whim. Underneath the cash, you also find several passports from different countries and a loaded Makarov PM. Each passport is of the same person, but it is difficult to tell which name is the real one.
"Ok, you need a spare pistol? I will go and buy the tickets."
Smith goes and finds out how much the tickets are, exchanges enough to get them and then comes back.
Smith presents his passport and waits for the flight, cracking open a copy of Foresyth's Dogs of War, which is heavily dog eared due to multiple readings.
A great book, loved it, love it.... fourth time reading...
Macomb waits with Agent Smith talking softly to the two females. Trying to calm their obvious nerves.
The two females with you keep to themselves and their standoffish nature gives the security personnel something to discuss, but seeing Smith's aggressive personality and Mac's overt friendliness, they say nothing as you board the plane to Karachi. The hour and a half flight turns into two hours with a major weather system moving through the area, but once you arrive, the transfer to the outbound flight to Paris is fairly easy. It is a much longer flight to Paris, but the Boeing 727 is comfortable and the woman and her daughter allow the exhaustion of flight to catch up with them. They fall asleep and dream restless dreams. Eventually you land in Paris, the weather, according to the captain, is a nice 59 degrees with a light wind.
After passing through customs, your French being tested a bit, you arrive at the luggage claim area. It is there you see someone dressed in a chauffeur outfit holding a sign that reads ...
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Smith walks around the arrival area, just to see if there is any other unexpected visitors
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If all is clear, he walks up to the man with the Smith sign and uses the agreed upon greeting according to the contact code.
Razor hangs back with the woman as Smith approaches the driver. He keeps a sharp eye out for anything out of the ordinary.
The man holds out his hand as Smith approaches. "You are Smith, no? I am Jacques, here to take you and your companions to your hotel. I trust you had a safe flight?" He doesn't skip a beat as he turns to start walking towards a waiting limousine. When you arrive, he opens the door to allow you entrance and begins loading your bags. At the moment, neither of you notice anything out of place. Just ordinary folk getting into taxis and limos...
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Smith smiles and says using his best merc French, "Thank you for the lift mon amis. When is our appointment? Or will your patron contact us later?"
Macomb holds the door and gestures the ladies into the back of the limousine.
Jacques do you perhaps have a bottle of champagne in the book? The ladies have never been to France before and we should celebrate. Would you have a corkscrew as well?
"I have just the thing, but it will have to wait until we arrive, I'm afraid. Once there, I will leave and you will have time to celebrate. The bellboy will bring you a message from the next handlers. Oh.. I almost forgot, Natalie says hello." He starts driving and you head out of the airport and go towards your hotel.
You feel as if you have a moment to breathe finally, you have been chatting with Jacques and each other for a time and the drive is pretty uneventful, that is until you notice Jacques continuously staring into the rear-view mirror. He says what you already know. "We have a tail."
No sooner he says that, his head explodes in a plume of red and white bone chips. The two women begin screaming and the car starts to to veer towards the side of the highway, uncontrolled...
Before SHTF, Smith says in Russian, "Это не так. Hатушка не мой наемный контакт. Действуют московские правила. Быть осторожен!"
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Smith then says, "Mac, you know what to do." as Smith assembles his .45 from his grip.
This is bad. Excuse me ladies. Mac says as he surveys the situation quickly.
Smith jams home a magazine and chambers a round and tries to use the mirrors to see who is firing at them
Mac looks back and forth weighing his options as Smith looks for their assailants. Behind the limo is at least two black sedans, one of which has a man pointing his pistol out of the window and firing in your direction...
Smith says, " Do you want to run or smash this big motherf$$&er into their cars?"
Mac rolls down the passenger window behind the passenger seat. Gives the ladies a wink and grabs a firm hold of the top of the window.
He then heaves his body out holding onto the door frame slamming his feet into the front passenger side window.
Mac makes changing seats at 50 mph look like child's play. He enters the passenger side next to the dead driver, Jacques. A bump against the highway railing reminds him that time is of the essence. More shots ring out from the cars closing the distance behind you. Smith ducks as the back window shatters...
Macomb remembering to breathe again pulls the dead driver out of the driver seat and over his body as he slides into it. Macomb flashes a tight smile in the rear view mirror as he gauges his situation. [b]Two tails.[b] He shouts back over the shattering glass and roar of the air of the speedy car.
Time to step on it Mac. He thinks to himself as he quickly accelerates the limousine.
The two cars attempt to close, one going to one side and one to the other side. Unfortunately for one an oncoming car forces him to slow down, but the other clips your side before you speed off. It is just enough to scratch paint, but nothing more.
Smith grabs the first bottle of hard liquor, some napkins lights the wick and tosses it at the car that just rammed them...
Smith says to the ladies, "Дамы, не могли бы вы, пожалуйста, сделать несколько фитилей и протянуть мне еще одну бутылку, чтобы мы могли быть в безопасности."
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Smith throws his Molotov at the closest car, causing him to swerve, but the gunman in the seat next to him is unfazed. The bullet he fires only manages to out a hole through the trunk however.
Smith repeats the process at the set up car.
Macomb tries to put some distance between the limo and the pursing sedans.
The second car can't seem to catch up to you as you see it retreating in the distance, but the first one has it in for you, its flaming hood smashing into your bumper, spoiling the aim of its second occupant. Smith throws another explosive at the retreating car, but 300 feet is a long toss, even for him.
Smith opens fire on the car with his pistol at the driver if hits
Macomb winces as the Sedan slams into the back of the limo. The larger vehicle doesn't handle like he is used to its sluggish in its acceleration. Macomb decides that outrunning this car may not be possible.
Mac slams on his breaks, causing the first car to slam into his back end and then he accelerates gaining some distance before the car can get going again. The two vehicles only lose lights and a piece of bumper but are otherwise unharmed. The driver on the other hand gets winged by one of Smith's bullets and some shattered glass from the windshield. His face shows his determination to end this...
Mac smiles as the sedan crashes into the back end of the limo. That's the ticket she's slow but she's a rock. Come a little closer a-holes.
Smith 8shoots two rounds at the driver and if hits
The limo and the car go at each other again, this time the limo losing one of its fenders. It causes another car to swerve and this slows down the first car enough for you to get ahead and for Smith to shoot the driver. This one is determined however and the round only makes him angrier. The second car only manages to get a little ahead, but they are still far behind you.
Smith fires another two rounds downrange if hits and and
Macomb grimaces as the limo looses a bumper but slams the vehicle back into the sedan in an attempt to force off the road.
Smith fires on the other driver and manages to blast out most of the windshield. The cars bump each other again, but separate just as quickly. The driver of the closer car wipes his face and you can see blood streaks on his shirt...
Smith try shooting the tires out we need this vehicle out of commission post haste.