Oliver's POV

I reached forward to grab Angel before she hit the ground.

"Aleksei Novgorod! I do not care where you are. Meet me at our table."

Angel's right hand was closed in a fist. I opened it, reveling the chain, shinning silverely. I hadn't time to appreciate it carefully, though. Aleksei's voice called back from the phone below.

"Our table?? You mean the table (bang) we used to sit in our childhood? Well then, I am (bong) coming. But maybe I will be the little late (click) — Watch out, Bolland!!"

Something interfered the call. Bolland, hu? He must have gotten the sleeping bullets already.

"Angel. Angelina." I clenched my fist to my mouth. Wasn't finished with her yet; still needed her power for the rest of the plan, although I obviously could find another way to go on without her.

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Alek shot a man and did the same to a woman. "Gene is alright. But we- uh- we are are not."

"How many?" I asked, watching a tree that was about to fall over one of ours. An ice sheet curled around the hull and from there emerged a bridge that connected with a pillar nearby. The tree was now like a replica of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. "So, who died?"

He shot a rebel. His lips merely a line. "Bolland."

For some time I pictured what I said to Bolland minutes before his death. He was treated like any other warrior. But James Bolland always deserved a little more. "I have a plan, Alek." I said but had to wait him shoot a flying woman. She fell right above the ice bridge, but to my fortune it didn't break.

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"You are crazy." He shot another one. "Well then, you always end up getting things right. Hope this is not an exception."

"It isn't." I raised my feet on the table to lace up my boots. For a splitting second I remembered Angelina Firenze looking at them with those childish eyes. I smiled at the thought that all my influence and domination on her was still there. Even Castle hadn't been able to take that, and I was flabbergasted. The girl might be lying in the Cubicle still now.

A remarcable rebel was pushing the tables and benches from the refectory to get to us. A pot of French fries flew into the air almost hitting his eye. I raised an eyebrow. What is the need of those red eyes, speaking of it? I pulled the Xboom Aleksei had given me earlier. It was my favorite type of gun, so light and small people would merely call it a toy. The rebel groaned something and pointed a sword at us.

I grinned sarcastically. Comical. Always thought my actor abilities weren't worth enough a real Indiana Jones scene. But as he wished so...

I pulled the trigger. The bullet made him step backwards and exploded in the middle of his chest. Alek smiled broadly. It was he whom had produced the Xboom's design. The smoke dissipated, and we saw the fat fingers of the rebel piercing the bullet of his coat and throwing it aside. I thought rebels didn't have Xboomproof vests. That gave a bit of a shock.

"His lob, Snow! I mean — his forehead!"

"I know" The gun was loaded once more and aimed at his right eye. I didn't have time to shoot, though. Some rebel had seen where I was pointing at and in less than a second the Xboom flew away. It swirled into the air and fell 10 feet from where I was located. The red eyed had also done something nice with the sword. The blade had turned into a cannon with something very poisoned in the center. That was worth a clap. And a quick prayer to guarantee our entrance into paradise, at least.

Everyone around turned to see what was causing that noise. Our people's guns slipped to the floor. It was the time I felt pure adrenaline being released in the blood.

And I erased this nose 20 times and still think it was bigger and redder in my imagination😒
Well there's Alek Novgorod, the poker faced Russian I am beginning to adore xxx
And I still don't know if he's right, tell me your opinion plz