17 Escape

A/N: The following Russian city is entirely fictional.

Russia appeared on the horizon as their yacht drifted toward it. The crew watched in anticipation as their vessel slowly made its way toward the eerie harbor.

The port looked deserted just like it was supposed to be - except for four figures standing on the concrete dock in the middle of massive containers. They were wearing black jackets and rubber clown masks, each of them looking like a character from a horror movie.

"Why are they wearing those?" Natsuo quietly asked Jiro, after he had told him to stay close to him.

"I don't know, they are crazy foreigners," Jiro replied, maintaining a wide stance while keeping his gaze on them.

Their captain finally stopped the ship near the dock and the clowns jumped aboard, stomping leisurely toward them. Natsuo cautiously stepped back as the foreigners surrounded them, examining the sinister grins and bloodshot eyes of the masks.