Phone App: Portable Armory 46 The Russian's Gambit: Part 22

'I really went from being a hired gun to a mercenary fighting global terrorism, life is surely surprising isn't it?' She drove the car to the Syrian border. The border crossing was located in Al-Qaim. She needed to drive back to that town in that beat-up car. She got a phone call when she was holding the steering wheel of the car.

Lynx: "Yes?"

Unknown: "Good. Have you retrieved Amar yet?"

Lynx: "Maybe."

Unknown: "No s.h.i.+t. Ok, I will give you a pa.s.s so you can bypa.s.s the border crossing. Meet me at the east of Abu-Hamam."

Lynx: "Copy that."

It was Russian. The voice clearly told that the person spoke Russian. Is it a death trap? Hmm, no. They wouldn't recognize Lizeth right away since her appearance was far too different from Patrick. Her voice also a pure girl's voice. Besides, 250.000$ was still a lot of money. She even couldn't believe that.

It took her an hour to drive to Al-Qaim. But once she arrived there, she was worried that someone would notice a bearded man on the back of the truck. But her worry wasn't necessary. The US army didn't even stop her from that. Maybe the view of a dead body was too common in Iraq.

The border crossing was a simple gate with some Iraqi soldiers guarding it. It was a steel gate without a roof with a soldier standing beside it. Lizeth readied her smartphone as she drove through the border crossing.

"a.s.salamualaik.u.m, Habibti, u0026$-#u0026#u0026#u0026#u0026#u0026#u0026-#," he said something in Arabic.

"Hmm," she showed her the pa.s.s that was sent to his phone and the guard nodded. He opened the gate and Lizeth dropped pa.s.s that gate. She entered a new country. Syria. A country in the middle of a civil war.

Once she crossed that border, she saw multiple pictures of Ba.s.sar Al-a.s.sad besides a Syrian flag on the road. The road was an asphalt road between the desert. There were some trees on the side of the road. But, it wasn't enough to make the surrounding looks green.

The coordinate that the Russian sent was actually located in the middle of the desert. It was in the middle of nowhere according to Google maps. Still, you could meet Russian everywhere in Syria due to the request of support from the Syrian government to Russia. She went offroading since it was faster that way. The only things that she could notice were desert and desert and desert.

It took him around an hour until something happened to her. She drove round and round and round until she noticed that three Russian vehicles were following her car. Once she nodded behind, one of the vehicles overtook her and told her to stop or they would shoot her with a PK machine gun. It scared her, she didn't need another round to stumbled upon her body again.

Lizeth complied with that and she stopped her car. She got out of the car with her hands raised in the air to avoid suspicion. Some Russian soldiers approached him with their rifles. They were wearing a standard-issue green uniform. Most of them were wearing heavy body armor compared to Americans.

From the car, a blonde woman wearing a bulletproof helmet came out of that car. She was similar to a regular VIP until Lizeth saw a patch on her upper hand. ФСБ. That person wasn't a regular person. She was an FSB. Not stopping there, her uniform had a patch that had a s.h.i.+eld on it. She must be an Alpha group or worse, Vympel. She was taller than her, maybe around 185 cm.

She approached her, "Am I talking with him or her?" She asked her. Her English wasn't as broken as Abdul, but she was clearly trying to intimidate her. She crossed her hands. Waiting for an answer.

"Her."

The woman didn't speak a word. She walked to the trunk of the car. She nodded in satisfaction as she saw the body of the man in the back of the truck.

"Nice job, little girl, may I know your name?" She commented on Amar's body.

"Lynx."

The blonde woman took a cigarette out of her pocket. She smoked it. Lizeth could see that she was a hardened veteran at the very least. Half of her face was burned and left a mark. She was scary. Though, Lizeth hadn't taken a good look on her face yet. If not for her balaclava, that woman would also question what this girl had been through.

"Lynx, thank you for serving the motherland. This b.a.s.t.a.r.d has caused a lot of trouble for us," The woman said as she told her men to move him to the armored car for further questioning. Interrogation and Torture. The woman gave Lizeth an FSB patch and a Directorate Alpha patch. "In case you want to operate with Russia. You know what to wear," The woman smiled at her. Lizeth retrieved it on her hands.

"Thanks, but why?" Lizeth asked.

"Trust me. You save me a lot of money by doing this. I guess it's fair enough for you to take part in our job sometimes. Just make sure to wear it only when you think it's necessary," The woman said as she looked at the watch on her hands. Maybe it was time for her to go back to the base.

Lizeth felt that she must know at least her codename, "What should I call you?"

"Hmm, Marinka. Not really my name, but it will do. See you later Lynx," she got on the car and the cars drove away from her. Now, she was alone in the middle of the desert.

[Reward has been sent to mailbox]

'I guess my business in central Asia is over now. Well, might as well go home,' Lizeth entered the car that she stole from the insurgents. She dumped the car in the middle of the desert and rent a car with a driver after she changed her loadout to civilian loadout. She was driven to the airport and she bought a ticket back home.

'Hmm, 450.000$ in a day. Not too bad. I might surprise Aline for coming much sooner than she expected,' Lizeth looked at the window of the jet as the plane left Syria.