Russell Brooks - Pandora's Succession

Somewhere near Groznyy, Chechnya

The blow to the side of his head dropped Ridley Fox to the floor. The cold surface against the side of his face, the jarring pain and the spinning were the last things he remembered before he blacked out. When he awoke, the throbbing pain remained, as he was dragged by his legs across the floor, the concrete scraping the back of his scalp. He opened his eyes, to stare into the barrel of a Russian AK-108 assault rifle less than a foot above him.

His fiancee, Jessica, had died at the hands of his captors, two years before, just hours after he had proposed. Unlike her, he knew theyd torture him first. He had promised to give up his career in the Joint Task Force Two (JTF2)-Canadas equivalent to Americas SEALs-to settle down with her. The heavy drinking and bar fights began, and then ended shortly after, with Fox in a prison holding cell. Thats where he met his current CIA superior, General Paul Downing, and learned everything about the weapons consortium known as the Arms of Ares-his captors.

Fox mentally shook away that memory, as he watched a tangled web of exposed pipes and cheap wire mesh-covered light bulbs that ran along the ceiling while he was dragged along. One of the guards yelled at him in Russian. Although Fox was fluent in the language, as well as a few others from each continent, he was too disoriented to listen. All he did was concentrate on getting his strength back. But even if he got most of it back, he still wouldve been mentally unable to focus on overpowering his captors.

Moments went by, and Fox felt his legs being dropped just as he succumbed to the blow of a boot tip to his side. The kick forced a loud grunt out of him as the guard yelled profanities at him. Fox blinked rapidly as the pain subsided, taking slow deep breaths and waiting for the guard to kick him again. It didnt come. Above him he couldnt see much but a yellowish flickering reflection of light. Then he heard footsteps walking away from him. The thundering boom of the slamming metal door was accentuated by its echo in the cold, dry room.

Is that it? Why dont you come back and finish me off? At least thats what Fox wanted them to understand, even though it came out sounding different. Except for the occasional knocking within the pipes that snaked throughout the structure, there was silence.

The ceiling spun above him. Fox closed his eyes, but the throbbing in his temple and his side continued. He thought back to three days before, when he was contacted by a man named Gregor Stechina-a scientist working for Ares-who offered him the opportunity to put Ares out of business. In return Fox would help him and his wife defect. It was an offer Fox couldnt refuse. Presently, he was in the underground facility where Ares was developing something so deadly that Stechina didnt even want to discuss it in their correspondence.

He heard a metallic creaking sound as the door was reopened. Fox noticed that the person who entered the room was a bit more discreet, right down to the sound of the latch to lock it. When he opened his eyes he saw the silhouette of someone kneeling beside him, seconds before he tasted a dry cloth being tied around his head, covering his mouth. Although he was trained not to panic in such a high-stress situation, his breathing intensified when the individual pulled Foxs shirt up high enough to expose his chest and held a needle inches above it.

He struggled to move his arms and legs, as the person lowered the needle, the sharp edge touching his skin-but his damn limbs weighed a ton. He made one last attempt to move, and the needle thrust into him, puncturing deep into his heart. The simultaneous mixture of pain and rush of energy he felt brought instant flashes. It was though the goddamn room was in flames around him. He felt the burning inside of him, coursing through his veins to his arms and legs, at such speed that he was literally thrown up off the ground.

Fuck! The gag muffled his curse along with the screams. Seconds went by before he stopped.

Mr. Fox, thank God. It was a womans voice. Her thick Russian accent added to her broken English. I just shot you with adrenaline. Oh my God, I thought they would kill you.

Fox clutched the syringe that protruded from the left side of his chest and pulled it out gently, waiting a bit longer until the sharp pain subsided. His hands quivered as he undid the cloth that was tied around his mouth and looked around him-it was all concrete from floor to ceiling. It all came back to him-even his strength. He touched the bruise on his temple, his hand jolting away as he felt the sting. Fortunately the guard did not strike him too hard with the butt of his gun, or else he couldve been left with a concussion. A well-informed guard wouldve known to have done so, considering how much of a threat Fox posed to these people.

Listen to me. Do you remember where you are?

Of course he remembered. He didnt even look at her as he breathed hard. He couldnt fathom how he couldve been so sloppy. There was no room for mistakes in his line of work. He didnt have a wife and kids to go home to. There were definitely no colleagues an outsider could call and expect to get an honest answer as to his current whereabouts.

Fox, the woman said again as she grabbed his shoulders tightly.

Fox looked into her pale, white face. The coffee stench in her breath caught him head on.

Yes, I know where we are, Fox said, referring to the underground facility they were in.

Yes, but we dont have much time. Somehow they knew you were coming, but I couldnt warn you. So I come back. Oh my God. I had to be sure you were okay.

Foxs left hand lashed out and clutched her throat.

FoxpleaseI cannot breathe.

Thats the whole idea. Now tell me who you really are.

Im Sveta, she struggled, Doctor Gregor Sokolovs wife. The late Dr. Sokolov. Ive been using his name to contact you. I didnt know what else to do. Its the truth.

Fox unclenched her neck slowly, just enough so that she could breathe easier. The code.

Thecode?

I wont repeat myself.

One tulip in May for every hundred raindrops of April past.

Thats good enough. He released her. She gasped for air and cupped both hands over her mouth. Her eyes watered as she coughed.

Fox looked at his watch. It was 12:52 AM. Wipe your face. Itll draw attention to you.

She sniffed as she took a tissue out of her lab coat pocket and dabbed her eyes. Do you have backup?

There was no sense patting himself down. He knew his weapons were gone. Im here alone.

You can fight six armed guards by yourself?

You have a better idea? She didnt answer. Yeah, I didnt think so. Im going to need my weapons. Where are they?

Theyre in storage. Make a left outside and theyre in the third door on the right-hand side.

Fox heard the clacking sound of the lock on the door. Shit, someones coming in. Without a moments hesitation he dropped to the floor, tucking the syringe under him and he assumed the same position he was in before Sveta revived him. He closed his eyes while he listened to the sounds of footsteps. There was the clapping of heels as they hit the floor. The sound was familiar-it was the boots the guards wore. One set was heavier than the next-there were two of them.

Whats going on? What are you doing here? said one of them in Russian. The proximity of his voice alerted Fox that the guard stopped within two feet in front of him. His cue would come at any moment now.

Stechina placed a hand on her hip while she pointed at herself with the other. I should be the one to ask you what this mans doing in here. She then pointed to Fox. How could you allow him to get in here undetected?

The guard seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment. Were not sure as of yet.