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The «five-minute stopover» was a one-story house with one front door and six windows. It was typical for such a place: two rooms, a kitchen, and a toilet (no furniture, and the only indication of a bathroom and toilet was a small unbroken patch of ceramic against the door). I climbed into the latrine to contact the Syracuse base (two people).

No sooner had I opened my laptop than the jamming sounded. Since only Ghost had a jammer out of the whole group, I had to radio to him: «Mih, what else is there?»

«It’s okay two less…» «Two what?»

«By enemies…»

«What enemies, warrior? Are you sure they’re not just passersby?» «I’m sure they have machine guns.»

«Okay, well, over and out.» The battle has begun…

I pushed the door open and saw a machine gunner running fifty meters outside the window. I noticed him, he noticed me, which prompted me to «dive» into the depths of the toilet. After shattering the proof of the existence of the latrine. Having honored the memory of the tile with two seconds of inactivity, I stuck out the muzzle of the automatic rifle (this time it was a Russian NA (Nikonov’s Abakan automatic rifle with a magazine for 60 cartridges; the most successful caliber – 5.45, superfast rate of fire – 2000 v/min., almost record initial velocity of 950 m/sec., low recoil due to the unique system of recoil, low recoil due to a unique system of barrel recoil during firing, as well as a special mode of firing two cartridges (the sound merges into one) and high accuracy, in short, not a machine gun, but a fairy tale – a weapon of the twenty-first century) and pulled the trigger, then climbed out of the now worthless room and saw the same «hero», but with five holes in the chest. «I’m getting old,» I thought, as I fired six shots and only hit five. There was no one else visible outside the window, and the shots, as if on cue, stopped messing up my hearing.

«Don’t move for exactly two minutes,» I said into the radio. Two minutes passed, there were no rustles, the ceramics and glass were gone, and there was a pile of corpses outside the windows.

«Alright, we go in groups to the forest at three minute intervals (the groups had long ago been arranged in order and composition: #1 – Me and Polazzi, #2 Salvatore and Rozh, #3 – Bulatovs, and finally #4 – «Ghost’; actually it would be more appropriate to combine Lüttvec with Rozh, since the commander that I am usually isn’t in any pair, but the German is used to working alone).

I won’t drag on: everyone made it to the woods, but Michael was a little late: «What took you so long? Did you forget your watch at home?»

«In that situation, there was only one way not to waste time…» «Like what?»

«Lay down your weapons.» «Why didn’t you fold it?»

«Hehe, you’re kidding, commander.»

«Well, okay, we don’t have a long way to go at 9.5 kilometers, uh, by the way, did anyone bring spray with them?»

«I’ve got it, Commander,» Emilien echoed.

«And I’ve noticed it works wonderfully,» Danila confirmed and clapped the Frenchman on the shoulder, squashing the insect.

«I don’t get it…»

«A mosquito. – Bulatov showed the parasite, pulling a vial out of his back pocket, «This one will help much better.

The collapse of a three-story empire