“Somehow that’s supposed to make me feel better.” I said as we flew off towards the Olympic City location. We flew over the village that Katcha and Gregor fled with me from. The town was burnt to the ground. I wonder if there were any survivors.
“That’s pretty devastating isn’t it?” asked Colonel Mark.
“Yes, it shows how cruel these people are. If Ron has not been shot down or captured why are we off to this adventure and why not leave me where I was to help catch him?”
“This is more imminent, Ron has been around for a long time and we have him monitored. The Olympic games must be secured and we need a young persons’ help. We appreciate you very much.” Colonel Mark added.
“I never wanted to lead this kind of life.” I said.
He ignored me and handed me a gun.
“Do you know how to use it?” he asked.
It was a 1911 Night Hawk, “yes I’ve always wanted one of these.” I couldn’t believe what I had been handed! It was beautiful and very expensive. Plus I could conceal it in my pants pocket easily.
“Hopefully you won’t have to use it but if your life is threatened, as it might well be we don’t want you and Jesse defenseless.” Colonel Mark turned around and said something to Colonel Jeff. The helicopter changed directions and we started flying over the Caucasus Mountains. It was beautiful country. I could see why Russia was hosting the Olympics here.
“You will have all of your meals paid for in the mess hall with the other workers. You and Jesse will be on patrol during the day, stay friendly but don’t give anyone any personal information. The less the other’s know about you the safer you will be.” Colonel Mark pointed for me to look out the window. We were entering the Krasnodar Krai and we could see the Black Sea ahead of us.