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Behind the branches of the bush, an unremarkable dilapidated house was visible in the middle of the forest.
– Owen, can't we just rush in, kill the extra ones and take the right ones?
– Shut up. How many times has your impulsiveness forced me to save you, love?
Curt furrowed his brows, sighed heavily and began to monitor the house again. Finally, two men came out of the building.
– Come on, O, let's act.
– Wait. – Owen took a branch nearby and threw it away from their hiding place. The men who came out of the building immediately turned in the direction of the sound and began to slowly move towards it.
Meanwhile, Curt and Owen quickly passed behind them. Inside the house, all the furniture was covered with a white cloth. Nothing remarkable, except that the hatch is on the floor. It was to it that Curt reached out. Owen scrolled through the plan of the underground building waiting for them in his head.
– Let's go already, we don't have much time, – Curt whispered and quietly clicked a couple of times in front of Owen's eyes.
– These two will be back soon.
– You stole my words again!
– Stop acting like a baby and get busy.
Both spies descended the stairs into a dungeon with labyrinthine corridors, white walls and the smell of a hospital. Owen and Curt made their handshake so that the mission went well, and stood with their backs to each other.
– You capture torturers and release prisoners, I'm dealing with medicine.
– The job is just for me!
Owen smiled, gave instructions to Curt where to go and patted him on the shoulder.
In the first room on the right there was a department where multiple plants grew. Fortunately, Owen decided to put on a mask to protect himself from the poisonous fumes of some plants. However, he was not interested in them, he was interested in recipes and samples. Owen quietly made his way to the next room, but the code for opening the door was waiting for him at the entrance. Fortunately, their spy, who joined the organization, managed to tell the passwords. Quickly typing one of them, he entered the room and immediately pointed his gun, looking around. For some reason, no one was there, although the most important part was here - Petri dishes with cultures of microorganisms. Sensing something was amiss, Owen gathered them all anyway and told his superiors by the clock that the samples had been received. The man darted like lightning to the stairs, shot at the knees and palms of the guards. After that, the spy ran to the already prepared car, put the boxes with Petri dishes in the trunk and waited for Curt along with the prisoners and the released.
Twenty minutes have passed. Not a sound around. Owen tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and continued to wait. Something inside Owen spoke of danger.
"He's been gone too long, we'll fail the mission and what if something happened to him?"
The spy quietly got out of the car, closed it and began to step softly on the needles. He was greeted by the same old house and the hospital smell in the underground laboratory. Voices were heard somewhere in the distance, Owen immediately realized and began to move in his direction.
– Now you're going to talk.
– I won't give you anything about the mission! · Curt shouted, breathing heavily. Everything was blurred in his eyes, his ears were ringing, and the body was paralyzed. A catheter with an incomprehensible fluid was inserted into his arm.
– We won't ask about the mission, we won't learn anything new from this: come, steal samples and recipes, release hostages, capture prisoners and leave. We are interested in something else... – the two tormentors said with a grin, – we know that you have something with Carvour, so there's no point in lying to you. Just confirm. Confirm that you are a freak, a faggot and you will burn in hell. Disgusting.
– I have nothing with him except work. – Curt was between conscious and unconscious. Apparently he was injected with some kind of drug with an anesthetic.
– Then let's talk in another way: Owen has already been captured and he confessed. So you're the only one dragging out your torture.
Against the background of his mind, Curt assumed that they were lying, but at the same time, he was afraid that it was true.
– Prove it. – forcing a grin, the spy said.
One of the tormentors approached the table next to the wall and took out a small black device. Pressing the button on it, a familiar voice sounded from the speakers.
– Please stop, I'll tell you everything! Yes, Curt and I have a romantic and sexual relationship, I will burn in hell, I know. Stop the torture, please. I told you everything you wanted!
Pressing the button again, the room plunged into a deathly silence. Curt sat with his eyes open, and tears poured out of them uncontrollably.
— no..... Owen? No, it can't be. No, no, no, it's not right-
Before Curt could finish, there was a knock on the iron door.
- Oh, and here's the reinforcements! – opening the door, said one of the torturers.
As soon as the door opened, there was a bang and a bullet flew into his head. Immediately, the second tormentor pointed the gun at Owen, but he was faster and shot him in the arm, and then in the stomach, killing him.
– Cyrt! Curt! Answer me, dear! – the british spy carefully removed the catheter from Curt's hand and quickly examined it. The man in the hands did not answer, but opened his eyes slightly and very quietly squeezed out a voice.
– Owen? Why are you here? You confessed...
– Oh, my God, you're alive. I do not know what they told you, but I did not admit to anything. Hold on, please, don't close your eyes. I will destroy this whole place painfully and for a long.
Owen untied Curt from the cold metal chair and took him in his arms like a bride. Curt was heavier than Owen, but the adrenaline in the blood of the second was stronger.
The spy put his partner in the front seat, closed the car, and he ran to free the hostages. Owen was able to safely take out and put all the people in the minivan, killing every worker who was not a scientist along the way.
The road was long. Owen was constantly watching Curt out of the corner of his eye. He was sitting unconscious, leaning on the door.
It was already late at night. Owen was sitting next to Curt's bed with his hands folded. His eyebrows were drawn together, his lip was clamped between his teeth, and his leg was moving rapidly up and down.
– How are you doing, old man? – Owen asked anxiously.
– Are you okay? You were tortured too...
– What? No, I wasn't tortured.
– Why are you lying? You even confessed about our relationship on a dictaphone.
- No! Honestly, it didn't happen. They apparently prepared and recorded a similar voice. I didn't give anything away and we completed the mission successfully.
– You completed the mission successfully. Not us. God, I'm so useless. – there were tears in the corners of Curt's eyes.
– Oh, dear, not at all. I wouldn't have been able to take samples without you. They were only notified of your arrival, so everything worked out.
– Cynthia will kill me.. – Curt closed his eyes again and lost consciousness.