AK 239: The Enemy Is Already Here

Ruddy’s Room

Bokan Mountain

Jen and I run down the hall to Ruddy and Katrina’s room.

Jen says, “They must’ve captured Al and Tatiana.”

I respond, “I wouldn’t be so sure. They seem to know their way around.”

This time I try the door instead of kicking it down. Jen nods her approval as the door easily opens.

As we search the rooms, there is no sign of Ruddy or Katrina.

There are only big trails of duct tape everywhere.

“You used duct tape on them too?” asks Jen with a bit of disgust.

I ignore her.

“Let’s hope Al and Tatiana made it out alive.”

We gotta go now or we’ll not make it out alive,” says Jen.

I agree and start to head out the door when I stop her.

“Wait. Come here.”

Jen stops at the door.

“What?”

I see an open clothes closet.

“We want to blend, don’t we?”

Jen says, “At 6 foot 4, oh ya, you blend!”

“Very funny! Marissa Tomei and My Cousin Vinny,”[10] I say.

I think she won her Oscar when the academy heard that line!

We rifle through clothes ’til we both find camo gear and put it on.

“There. This looks much better,” says Jen.

A red light has been flashing this whole time in the room.

I can’t take the annoyance anymore so I walk up to it and smash it with the butt of my gun.

“We really need to move,” says Jen.

I foolishly ignore the radiological tech turned commander and toss her a camo jacket saying,

“Here, try this on.”

I just can’t give up my trusty black parka I’ve been wearing for two days straight.

Meanwhile, Jen finds a closet of weapons and puts together an ammo bag with an AK74.

As soon as we try to exit the room we’re hit with gunfire from both sides of the hall. I lay down a short burst to my ‘3’. Jen kneels down and begins returning fire at our ‘9’.

“We’re not getting out of this room alive,” says Jen.

“Nonsense. Follow me.” I say.

Looking back on this event now I think I was just plain stupid!

I run out the door to the left firing short bursts.

Jen said she just stood there petrified ’til she heard me scream,

“JEN!”

Somehow I managed to shoot the two Special Forces guys in front of me, who had apparently moved from their covered position at the time to attack at the very same time I chose to go on my suicide mission.

However, two other Special Forces guys behind me were still in their covered positions are shooting at Jen. She is able to fling open a door to deflect the bullets just long enough for us to get to one of the veins.

Soon more bullets fly inches from my head.

Red lights and evacuation warnings again are being broadcast.

Somehow we manage to make our way through the main vein that leads outside.

As we arrive at the huge, Cheyenne Mountain, type of steel blast door, we realize this is clearly impenetrable.

All the gunfire stops.

A small robot device drives toward us.

This stupid little thing is only about two feet tall and has tank treads on it.

However, it also has a huge gun mounted on it resembling an M134 Gatling gun.

I think: If this is anything like the 134, which shoots 6,000 rounds a minute, we’re already dead.

As it drives up it aims it’s six mean looking barrels at us.

Zellin calls out, “Face it. You’re trapped. There is no way you’re getting out that door unless you throw down your weapons.”

Jen and I look at each other and shrug our shoulders. I say to her,

“I got nothin’, you?”

Jen just stares at me with hopelessness I’ve never seen.

I throw out my weapon. Soon after Jen throws out her weapon and ammo bag.

Zellin and his men come walking up to us, guns trained.

With deep anger he says,

“I can’t go back home now, thanks to you people.”

Zellin puts his pistol to my head.

I take one last look to Jen as the gun goes off.

Zellin drops to the ground dead.

He has been shot by the GRU team leader next to him.

Zellin’s gun on my forehead was grabbed and pushed into the air just a split second before the bullet flew from the chamber.

The GRU leader motions to open the door and the little robot points his massive guns toward the exit door as a Russian soldier with a joystick controller walks toward them controlling this little monster.

As this giant, round steel vault door slowly opens Jen and I stand, looking at the Russian in bewilderment,

“Why?”

The Russian leader answers,

“First, the natural thorium and uranium shields anyone from knowing this is a bomb factory. Second, the close proximity to your mainland is ideal. No way we could ship thousands of nukes into your country by air or sea without getting caught. Your ports and border crossings all have nuke sensors.”

“The president ordered us to make fifty nukes a week here. We were going to smuggle them onto your mainland through remote areas far away from ports and border crossings. No one is watching most of your entire northern border.”

I was very interested but very confused,

“I just meant, why did you save our lives?”

The Russian, embarrassed that something was lost in translation says,

“In case we make it out of here alive, please tell your people I saved your life.”

I happily answer, “Oh. That I can do.”

Jen is stunned. I have to go back but then ask,

“Could we have our guns back?”

The Russian Special Forces operator stares into my eyes for a long, long pause before saying,

“I’ll say this for you, you’ve got guts.”

“There are thousands more just like us.”

Then I boldly say, “Oh and the ammo bag, please.”

We stare at each other for a minute before he motions and a soldier tosses me the ammo bag.

Jen and I turn and run toward Kendrick Bay.

A siren is blasting as we run.

A crowd of scientists begins to pour out of the mountain behind us.