Chapter - 20
Roma did not immediately understand what was happening. Together with the leg of the chair, he raised his hands up. The voice of the man who gave the order seemed familiar to him. He had definitely heard it quite recently.
- Now drop the stick and turn around. Drop it and turn around, who am I talking to! the stranger hissed.
Roma threw the leg of the chair with such passion that it bounced off the wall and began to beat against the stairs. He slowly turned around and barely managed to hide his surprise. In front of him stood the same military man who accompanied the head of the morning vaccination. He was holding a machine gun in his hands. The man's hands were stained with blood, and an ordinary table knife was sticking out of his belt.
- You know that I have nothing to do with ... - Roma squeezed out.
- Do you think I didn't see that you didn't get an injection this morning? Or do you think that the device accidentally did not work when you took off the bracelet, but did not get vaccinated? his face captured a predatory grin. These idiots themselves stepped on one place and made it easier for us... - the doctor suddenly stopped and pulled Roman down with a sharp jerk. – Get down!
Shots rang out and the wall at the end of the corridor was riddled with automatic bullets, turning the drywall into a sieve. Roma covered his head with his hands and saw the same two fighters who were standing on the first floor climb the stairs to the second floor. The shots made my ears pop. He did not see how the man wearing the captain's shoulder straps raised his machine gun and somehow playfully finished off the military with two accurate shots to the head. The bodies of the fighters went limp and fell on the stairs. To Roman's surprise, the man lowered the machine gun and extended his hand to him.
- Get up! – he said.
Roman, cautiously squinting at the weapon, got to his feet.
- I can assure you…
"You don't have to say anything," the man interrupted Roman.
He was holding his shoulder. A bullet from one of the soldiers grazed his arm, passing tangentially, leaving an abrasion on the skin. Roman had never experienced anything like this, but he supposed it must hurt like hell. At least there was a grimace of pain on the doctor's face.
- Creatures ... - the man pointed to the corpses of the fighters. – Take their weapons and let's get out of here, help may come at any moment, and the building is about to burst into flames. It's better to get out of the center and quickly.
Roma did not argue. He ran up to the corpses of the military, raised his machine guns and looked at the captain, whose name had remained a mystery to him until now.
- Take one, the second will be a burden, - said the doctor.
Roma chose the first machine he saw and threw the second one on the floor. It was worth admitting honestly, he did not know how to shoot and handle weapons, although he passed the military department at the institute and held the military rank of lieutenant. Even the handle of the chair in his hands looked like a much more formidable weapon... Roma saw the doctor's disapproving gaze on himself.
"I don't know how to shoot," he explained.
- I didn't say throw it away! the man hissed. He went to the machine and pulled out the horn. – Cartridges are worth their weight in gold now. And you'll learn to shoot, I didn't know a damn thing either. Now let's go, I'm not joking when I say that we don't have time," the doctor said.
Roma was taken aback. It was worth understanding what was going on. This man pointed the muzzle of a machine gun at him, then saved him, and now he was calling to go with him.
- Can you explain what's going on? Who are you? Why should I go with you and where? Roman asked.
The captain waved an irritated hand and spat out bloody saliva. The man's lip was split.
- You can go to all four sides, but don't be surprised when the first thing you meet is a bullet from the security forces who will come to the rescue. No one will deal with you.
- What makes you think that they will shoot if I'm not to blame for anything? Roman clasped his hands.
- You haven't realized yet what an important matter the government entrusted to a bunch of cretins in white coats, creating a rehabilitation center. They will do everything so that the information does not leak to the people and the multibillion-dollar experiment does not fail… However ... - the man waved away. – These are your problems, you have five seconds to solve: you stay here or you come with me.
The captain slung the strap of the machine gun over his shoulder and carefully straightened the fabric around the wound. His eyes were strangely clouded. He muttered something under his breath.
"If you don't go to extreme measures, then nothing will work out, I understand you, so I'm not even trying to object," he whispered faintly.
Roma ignored the strange statement. The captain turned around and walked swiftly to the stairs leading down to the first floor. It was worth deciding what to do next and how to be.
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It seemed to the priest that he clearly saw the bullets flying over his head. Everything happened as if in slow motion. The bullets of the machine gun clearly cut through space, ripped open the air and sped off into the distance. Before his eyes, the head of the fighter who opened fire burst. Blood sprayed in different directions, mixed with gray liquid and bone tissue. The disgusting substance stained Robert's clothes. It was terrible. A man in a military uniform collapsed to the ground like a sack and did not show any signs of life, he was dead. Robert, not understanding what was happening, raised his arms apart and heard his own groan. What was once the head of a living person, now pieces of still warm, slimy matter stuck to his cassock ... Reality covered the priest with an avalanche. The sounds of gunshots, explosions rang out around, the space was lit up with bright flashes of flame.
What's happening?