Road to Redemption by Jo Nash, Jay J. Falconer (Bunker 6)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.9 MB
The plot to overthrow America begins in Moscow…
Only two unseen heroes can stop it…
If it’s not too late.
Tess Wainwright, a young and ambitious woman, barely survives a brutal attack on the American Center in Moscow. No one was supposed to live to tell about it.
When Tess figures out the Kremlin’s plan, all of Russia’s resources are brought against her.
On the run and discounted by her own government, Tess finds help from a mysterious drifter named Jack Bunker. A man who has never lost a fight. But even this struggle may be too big for Jack.
Marc held up his hands in surrender, as blood continued to ooze from his nose. “Okay, okay. I got it.” He wiped his face on the sleeve of his shirt, wincing from the pain.
Valentina watched as the look of concern on Marc’s face turned to terror. Maybe the American traitor was realizing that his status on Team Russia was not as concrete as he had thought.
The General nodded to Valentina, indicating it was time for her to take over the interrogation.
She marched forward with a crisp step. “General Zhukov would like to know if you have located Angus Cowie or Misty Tuttle?”
Marc’s eyes went wide, then he looked at Valentina, then at the General, glancing at each of them several times in silence.
“Answer!” the General said, his accent thick.
“Uh, you said not to talk to her.”
Valentina held back a smirk as the General sighed, his eyes glaring at Marc with impatience.
“Govorit’!” the General said through clenched teeth.
Valentina knew Marc didn’t speak much Russian, even though he’d been in the country long enough to have picked up some of the local dialect.
Marc surprised her when he answered—she still wasn’t sure if Marc understood what the General said or if the General’s tone was enough to make anyone talk, in any language. “Like I kept telling those mutant guards of yours—who do not listen, by the way. You know, I think they just like to torture people. I could’ve told them I had U.S. nuclear launch codes and they still wouldn’t have listened. And I still don’t understand why I was treated like the enemy. I’m. On. Your. Side.”
The General puffed out his chest, then clasped his hands behind his back.
Marc continued. “Look, at first I thought I had a solid lead about Cowie and Tuttle, but it turned out to be a dud. I have another source I can check out, but I ran out of time. I didn’t want to be late for our meeting.”
“So you do have information for the General? Who is this new lead?” Valentina asked.
Marc shrugged. “I didn’t get a chance to meet with her yet, but I will. I swear. I will.”
“When? The General is tired of all these delays.”
“Soon. I just need a little more time.”
General Zhukov looked at Valentina.
She shook her head.
The General held up a firm hand, his fingers pressed together in a tight formation, then fixed his stare at the ceiling.
Valentina moved to the side; she knew what was coming next.
It only took a millisecond for the General to pull his gun out of the holster and aim it at Marc’s head.
“No! Wait, please!” Marc said, his eyes filling with fear.
The General pulled the trigger. The sound of gunfire tore through Valentina’s ears. Marc’s body knocked the chair over as it flew back against the wall. His torso stood atop his legs for a moment, then wobbled before sliding down, leaving a trail of blood on the paint as the corpse fell to the floor.