Chapter 6

The tension of the moment makes me speed up and press harder around his throbbing cock. He leans even more against my body, breathing heavily, his ass rubbing against my now fully hard cock. He finally cums. I’m surprised by the intensity, but I don’t stop until his body is almost limp against mine. I remove my hand from inside his pants, hold his chest, and let him calm his breathing.

The enemies pass very close to us but don’t find our hiding spot. They eventually leave the area. We stay hidden for a few more minutes while I process what the hell I just did.

What the fuck was that? What was I thinking? And why the hell did I get so hard doing it?

This mission is seriously fucking with my head.

I wipe my hand on my pants, but the smell of sex still lingers in the air.

Liak’s body is no longer tense. He stays quiet. We remain on high alert. I take a deep breath, trying to will my

erection down.

When I heard the sound of the vehicles moving away, I tapped Liak on the shoulder and slowly moved away from him, pushing some lockers aside so I could get out and check if the area was clear.

After checking the perimeter, I returned and told him he could come out. He did, looked me in the eyes for a moment, then quickly looked away. I did the same.

When we got back to the room, I went straight to the radio, trying to make contact with my superiors. We needed to get out of here as fast as possible. My sanity was depending on it now too.

Liak just sat on the mattress in his corner, watching me. I wondered what he was thinking. Whatever. It didn’t matter.

There was no answer from base, so I turned to him and said:

“We have to leave here.”

He looked at me, surprised. I repeated slowly, almost spelling it out:

“Leave.”

I made a gesture. He stood up and said:

“No!”

“What do you mean no? We’re going to die if we stay here.”

He tried to remember the words and then said:

“Many.”

I knew there were many enemies out there and we might die trying to escape, but it was still better than staying here with no help coming.

Suddenly, the radio crackled. I grabbed it immediately.

“Do you copy, base?”

“Positive, soldier.”

Great. I breathed in relief.

“We’re ready for extraction. Soldier Hunter with the prisoner.”

There was a pause. I repeated:

“We’re ready for immediate extraction.”

“This is Colonel Stuart, soldier Hunter.”

That started making me nervous, but I tried to stay calm.

“Sir.”

“At the moment, extraction is not among our priorities, soldier.”

What?

“I have the prisoner Vassiliev with me, sir.”

“We know that. We’ve also tracked your location. As soon as we resolve a more urgent situation, we’ll send rescue. Stay safe until then.”

“Sir, we were almost killed today.”

He didn’t respond. I continued:

“The prisoner was the priority of the mission. He’s with me.”

He sighed. What the hell was going on?

“He is not our priority. He’s just the kidnapped son of the journalist in question.”

What?

“Once we sent proof of the mission’s success to our real target, his father, we managed to bring him to our base. We already have him with us.”

Someone called the colonel. He said something else, but I could only understand the words “safe” and “we’ll send help.”

I tried to make contact again, but there was no response. I threw the radio into the corner in frustration.

I look at Liak, who stares back at me, frightened. He isn’t the journalist my base was looking for to interrogate, he’s just his son. I had already suspected it when I saw how young he was to be a renowned journalist, even if he had started early. The fact that he barely knew anything in my language was also strange.

He stands up and approaches me, asking something in his language. I have no idea what he’s saying.

I grab his collar and say angrily:

“My comrades all died because of you!”

I throw him hard onto the mattress behind him and walk away, heading toward the back of the old school.

I stay there for a while, feeling all this rage, for my dead friends, for being deceived by the base, for doing everything to protect this piece of shit only for him not to even be important. I stare at this godforsaken place we’re in, under the scorching sun. Even if they have plans to rescue us, it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen today.

I remember the canned food I still have in my backpack. Better to eat something if I want to think clearly about all this. The hell of it is having to go back and face that guy again.

When I return, he’s still sitting in the same place as always, watching me curiously. I just keep a cold expression on my face. I don’t care if he understands what’s happening or not.

I grab my backpack and walk away from him. He stands up, but when I glare at him, he takes a few steps back and stays where he is.

I go back to my spot in the rear of the building. I open the can of tuna and eat a little. Then I notice the laptop inside my backpack. I remember the videos I watched, look down, and think about Liak.

“Here.”

I hand him the half-empty can of tuna without even looking at his face. He says:

“Thank you.”

He eats with far more appetite than I did minutes earlier. He stares at me, but says nothing, even though I can tell he wants to. Only then do I realize that he is just as much a victim in this story as we were. It makes me feel bad about the way I treated him.

He finishes eating the tuna and we sit in silence.

I say:

“Not going to rescue us.”

I try to convey this somehow and I think he understands, judging by the sorrow I see in his eyes. I continue:

“We need to go.”

He thinks for a moment and then says:

“Night.”

He thinks a little more and adds:

“Other side. Escape.”

He points toward the back of the school and walks over to the window, saying:

“Enemies.”