Preparing to leave the Sector

Chapter 6

Preparing to leave the Sector

With winter on its way. Recoil and Vladimir decided to begin their journey.

As evening fell they headed back toward their individual camps to rest and prepare for their next days journey.

They had agreed to bury their tools in oiled packs in case of return - these would be too heavy to carry north with them.

As Vladimir slept that night he could feel gradual changes to his body's composition.

At times when he woke his mind was multitude of colours.

He was up first the next morning and headed out to meet Recoil.

Vladimir was worried that the O. S's might try to intercept her before she left her camp.

Upon arrival, he found that his fears had been well founded.

Recoil hands and feet were bound, and she spat at the two men holding her cussing!

"Get your filthy hands off me!"

The hill where Vladimir had stood mere moments ago was empty, he had moved so fast that steam of his breath remained.. but his body was elsewhere..

Soon he had reached the first O.S.... he moved in without a challenging scream, quiet and swift!

Vladimir's right leg kicked into the O. S's right knee.

The O.S made a whining sound as he fell.

As he hit the ground he looked back to see who had hit him.

All he saw out of the peripherals of his eyes.

Was the sole of Vladimir's boot plunging down towards his neck!

Vladimir held one finger up to Recoil, whose head…upside down …smiled in reply!

The dust tried to settle, but Vladimir was already within it, moving at the second O.S!

Finally, too the second man reacted... and dropped Recoil to the ground freeing up his arms

He faced Vladimir with his Defensive guard up - boxer's stance.

Vladimir's front right leg thrust forward straight towards the man's solar plexus up through his guard.

The thick well-worn boot struck the O.S in the chest, whoosh, cracking ribs and throwing him back winded and stunned!

Again, Vladimir moved, leading with a right hook, which changed and spun into a left elbow, which connected!!

The elbow threw the man back who staggered, but surprisingly still stood.

Vladimir now flowed through into a leg sweep.

When the dust settled. The O.S. looked like a child playing in a sandpit.

Seated in the dirt, stupefied, vague eyed...

One minute he had been alpha male kidnapping and trussing up Recoil.

Now he found himself seated in the dirt mindless...

Again, Vladimir appeared before him he reached out snapped his neck,

then Vladimir turned to Recoil and held two fingers up...!

Let's get you untied he said and undid the knots that held his friend...