I was able to react quickly enough by shooting at him and prevent the death of my partner. Let the bullet hit him in the shoulder. But this knocked him down and he did not shoot in the chest, but only touched the side. Dropping her at the same time. But we must pay tribute to the enemy, he instantly left the sight and began to move away. And as it turned out, I was not the reason. Then a whole group of special forces came out of the door from Rene's side, which began to actively pour fire on the unknown. And he had to forget about me and about Rene too. Firing back and retreating, he was no longer up to the release of his "colleague". He was able to shoot half of the arrivals, but he had to hide from us. At the same time, he blew up the passage behind him and we could no longer catch up with him.
I approached Rene's unconscious body and realized that everything was fine with her, I just passed out when I hit the ground with my head.
Specialists who arrived in time checked the survivors and provided medical assistance.
As it turned out, I had half of my back ripped apart, or rather the part of the armor that I was wearing. But they blamed everything on a miracle. After all, my back was intact. By the way, this even happens. In Isaac's memory, there were several such cases when the armor helped the soldier survive in various alterations, and according to the stories of senior colleagues, this sometimes happened. They didn't get to the bottom of me. But still they sent to the doctor along with Montoya.
And there I was prescribed to lie in the infirmary for a couple of days, you never know what could happen to me there ... In general, they gave me a bunch of reasons to leave me there. And I did not mind, I needed a rest. And then something I'm tired of however.
And although the system sent me a message that I had raised something there, I ignored it, I wanted to sleep ...
Secret base "Argus". 23 hours later, after the operation.
A short, plump woman, she was darker than a cloud, and it was not her skin color, but her mood. She had to watch the results of her unexpected failure.
The operation, which she had been preparing for three years, failed miserably. Now the militant group that was personally loyal to the president is still alive and active, even if it has thinned out notably. And they will still interfere with her. And all this is due to one interesting and incomprehensible personality.
Now the agent who survived after this, was next to her and was already finishing the report, further sowed discontent in the recently became director of this organization, Amanda Waller.
She finished looking at the recording of the battle where the agent was wounded and was amazed at heart that one person could interfere with her far-reaching plans.
- Agent! Go to heal the wound. When necessary, I will call you for a new assignment.
- There is. - the agent responded emotionally and left the hall.
- Who are you, Isaac Dinklage? - Waller bit her lip and looked at the tests that were taken after the fight, they showed nothing. Absolutely. Nothing!
But this does not happen that a person would manage to kill three genetically modified agents of Argus and not even be wounded. In addition, the woman's instinct told her that something was wrong with the new personality that she had met. But what? She couldn't understand.
- Wire the detective Dinklage, and watch him. Find out more information about his past. She said to her secretary.
- Is recruitment possible? The secretary asked.
"Everything is possible in this world. Execute!
- There is ma'am!
To be continued…
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