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Jun 3, 2013 9:25:34 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on Jun 3, 2013 9:25:34 GMT -5
Alfred could already feel his spirits rising. He knew that Sergey was running toward an area of the park that was essentially deserted. This was just the sort of slip up that he was looking for. Despite this newfound advantage, Alfred realized that he wasn't in the clear just yet. Sergey was still running at a considerable distance ahead of Alfred and his men. If the group couldn't catch up to Sergey, the advantage this location brought them would mean nothing in the end.
Neither he nor his agents had any second thoughts about running into the woods after Sergey. This new arena brought forth it's own set of advantages and disadvantages. One major disadvantage? Alfred lost sight of Sergey. He had to rely on flashes of movement in his line of vision, as well as any odd noises Sergey might generate during his retreat. Not quite as easy as following a moving target in one's direct line of vision. One advantage? Alfred and his agents knew these woods better than Sergey. The more lost Sergey grew, the more likely he was to continue slipping up. It was now a game of hide and seek, and the seekers had a clear advantage. They had him in the right area of the park - They just needed to keep him there until they found him.
As soon as they were in the woods and lost track of Sergey, Alfred slowed his pace considerably. By no means did this mean that he'd given up on the chase - Only that there was no reason to run at top speed when they didn't know exactly where they were headed. In addition, the quieter they were, the more likely they would overhear any sounds that Sergey happened to make during his attempt to flee. Alfred instructed his men to keep watch, wanting to have as much of the woods as he could covered. The others were surprised at Alfred's sudden commandeering of the leadership role, when he previously played the role of a rookie, but none asked questions - How could they, when the way Alfred stated his orders left no room to disobey, and they were in the midst of such an important chase?
It was Alfred who noticed a rustling noise to his left. His eyes darted in said direction at once, hand resting on his weapon. Though his main focus was now to his left, he still remained alert for any other odd noises - Or odd movements in his peripherals. Just because he heard one noise didn't mean that it was the spy, or that it wasn't set up as an intentional diversion.
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Jun 17, 2013 22:24:42 GMT -5 |
Post by Sergey Andreyevich Kozlovsky on Jun 17, 2013 22:24:42 GMT -5
A woodpecker was busy pounding its beak against a tree. To Sergey, the sound was deafening. All his senses felt more acute. His own heart reminded him of a drum. He strained to hear his pursuers. There was enough wildlife to create background noise. An advantage and disadvantage. For one, the FBI might chase after a sound only to find a rabbit or some rodent. As a disadvantage, if the FBI was getting closer, Sergey wouldn't know. He knew that compared to the wildlife, he would sound like an elephant in these woods. That much was unavoidable because of the simple fact that Sergey weighed more than a squirrel.
The only hope for escape was to utilize the suspected fact that the Americans would be on high alert for noise. Though Sergey had a radio with him, it was really only good for broadcasting a message rather than receiving. As discreetly as possible, Sergey pulled the small radio from his jacket and dismantled it. There was no way the Americans would get their hands on a Russian radio that could send messages directly to a more prominent member of the KGB in the United States. The parts were then launched in all directions to disturb the local wildlife. Without waiting to see if anything had happened, Sergey took off in a zigzag pattern.
Luckily, several birds were surprised by the sudden interruption and noise and issued warning calls to the other birds. Rodents scampered along the leaf litter, but their footsteps were light and hardly made any sound. Compared to the animals, Sergey was an elephant crashing through the woods. His position was practically a giveaway. The more he ran, the higher the chances of encountering one of the damn FBI agents. Just his luck, Sergey skidded to a halt only a couple of meters away from Alfred. A second frozen in fear and then the KGB spy immediately changed direction to try and escape the American.
However, loud noises forced Sergey to rethink his initial strategy. It sounded like the other agents were closing in. Feeling suddenly very afraid, the Russian pulled his Bowie knife from a coat pocket and brandished it for all to see. It was a simple warning. He was armed. Carefully, Sergey took several steps backwards. His breathing was ragged from running and the fear and anxiety were mounting. He whipped around, concerned about being ambushed from behind. In this moment, Sergey was truly at his most vulnerable state.
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Jun 18, 2013 0:25:20 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on Jun 18, 2013 0:25:20 GMT -5
Alfred and his agents continued to glance around, listening for something that stood out against the backdrop of ordinary noises one would hear in the woods. The difficulty came in discerning which of those noises were truly out of the ordinary and which only sounded that way.
They would receive their answer soon enough, in the form of a ruckus coming from several meters away. Alfred and the others darted in the direction of the noise at once, scattering into different directions though staying within the same general area. If they were lucky, Sergey had not gotten far.
Alfred heard a rustle from beside him and turned to the source of the noise at once, just in time to see Sergey doubling back in the opposite direction. Without a second though, Alfred took off after him. The other agents noted the ruckus and doubled back toward the duo. The spy was running out of places to run.
The nation eyed the knife, knowing that Sergey had to feel cornered if he was pulling a weapon on them. The other agents stayed back, knowing better than to attack a man with a weapon - but if they did not attack, Sergey might seize a window of opportunity and flee once more. It would be easy to take Sergey down by shooting him at this point, but they were still too close to the rest of the park to risk gunshots being overheard. After a tense moment of waiting for someone to do something, Alfred decided to take matters into his own hands. He never was one for patience.
The other agents were surprised to see the supposed youngest of their number do something so bold as to tackle someone armed with a knife. To Alfred, it was second nature. If the other agents were hit by that knife, they could be seriously injured, possibly even killed. He could not stand by and let that happen to his agents under his watch. Alfred might be injured, but it certainly wouldn't be his first time receiving an injury at the hands of a knife. And he had his doubts as to whether any injury Sergey could impress upon him would be to the level of those prior injuries.
Alfred used more strength than was necessary in his attempt to subdue Sergey. Part of this was to ensure that Sergey had little chance of escape, though it was also to showcase his own strength to the Russian spy. Alfred leaned in close to Sergey, whispering to the man so that only he could hear. "Tell Mr. Braginski when you see him that America sends his regards." A little cocky? Yes, but success in this round was so close that Alfred could practically taste it.
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Jun 18, 2013 20:09:10 GMT -5 |
Post by Sergey Andreyevich Kozlovsky on Jun 18, 2013 20:09:10 GMT -5
Perhaps this attempt hadn't been very well thought out. Soon enough, Sergey found himself surrounded by the Americans with nowhere to run. Most likely, they all were armed. Getting killed was a real possibility. Thoughts raced through the Russian's mind. He, along with the FBI agents, knew this was the final stand. Elena would lose a husband and Mark and Vladimir would lose a father. The KGB would lose a mole. The Americans would have won a battle against the Soviet Union.
The attack was unexpected. Everything seemed to happen in a blur. The knife was held in an underhanded position, poised to guard the owner's chest at all costs. Controlling the desire to tense every muscle was hard. At the last moment, his mind blanked and it felt like he had been hit by a car. The force of the impact was so great, Sergey couldn't keep a firm grip on the sweaty hilt of the Bowie knife. It fell to the ground, the tip red with blood a couple inches down the blade. One side was smeared three quarters down the blade. From reflex, the Russian's nondominant hand clamped against his chest to protect the core organs and the throat. His right arm lay outstretched, the knife just out of reach.
Sergey lay stunned and breathless in a supine position. The hot breath against his ear felt sticky and uncomfortable. Mr. Braginski. Everyone in the KGB knew Mr. Braginski. The elusive man who could make Nikita Khrushchev think twice before crossing him. No surprise the FBI knew about Braginski as well. However, Sergey didn't know Ivan's real status as national personification. Not in 1956, at least.
Once Sergey had control of his senses, everything else seemed to catch up to real speed. In later memoirs and interviews, Sergey would describe it as though everything was in slow motion. As though time itself had stopped and it was only him and Alfred. When the instinct to fight returned, Sergey felt hyper-aware of his environment. The leaves, the weight in his coat, the dim sun, everything stood out. As training had taught him, Sergey wrapped both legs around Al's hips in a scissor-like position. Legs extended, ankles crossed. Next order of business was to try and suffocate the assailant. The body can't help but defend its airway. He pressed his left forearm against Al's throat, using the leverage to his advantage. As training had taught, Sergey also clenched his leg muscles to try and restrict Al's movement. The final goal would be to get the assailant onto his back or into a sitting position. Anything to not be left supine.
However, Sergey had not factored in Alfred's far superior strength. His attempts to turn the tables would probably fail. After all, his efforts were probably comparable to a child fighting against a heavyweight wrestler. With his right hand, Sergey was clawing at the leaf litter to get a hold of his knife. The pistol was trapped uncomfortably between the agent and the ground. The aim was base and simple. Get rid of the threat.
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Jun 19, 2013 0:25:08 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on Jun 19, 2013 0:25:08 GMT -5
Alfred let out a hiss. In the fray, the blade of the Russian's Bowie knife nicked him before resting harmlessly out of Sergey's reach. He would have to attend to that later. Until then, his focus would be on keeping Sergey subdued. He knew that he could not let Sergey get his hands on the knife again, nor reach any of the other weapons that he might have on his person.
The blond had Sergey where he wanted him, yet knew better than to think that the fight was entirely out of the spy. Why, that would almost be disappointing. Sure enough, Sergey deployed a few last minute attempts to turn the tables on Alfred. They were valiant attempts that might have actually worked against an ordinary human.
Unfortunately for Sergey, Alfred did not fall under this heading.
Alfred could feel the legs tightening around him in an attempt to keep him in place. He let out a gasp, which quickly turned into a splutter when he felt a pressure against his throat. Between the restriction of movement and the attempt to block his airway, Alfred immediately pushed outward against Sergey's legs, intent on escaping. Were he an ordinary human, this attempt might have failed. Given that he was a nation with superhuman strength? Well, it would be a surprise if Sergey made it through this tussle completely unscathed. Alfred needed to breathe, after all, and he would do just about anything to make certain that his lungs received the air that they needed.
Another area in which Alfred held an advantage and Sergey did not was numbers. If all else failed (though it was highly doubtful it would), Alfred had three others who could step in. Sergey was outnumbered, and likely just about out of luck.
[It's short....but I couldn't think of too much to say without stepping into your area to react. XD]
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