Remember Me, Baby.
Mission Completed's.

Andrew sighed softly, his mission could not yet be said to be successful. Now he must get out of this place. Just as quickly as the weapon was assembled earlier, the young man took off all parts of the weapon and put them where they were. He pulled out a black backpack from the suitcase, opened it and picked up a pair of t-shirts and jeans, as well as a black eyeglass.

Removing the silencer.

Turn off the signal scrambler.

“Ugh!” his groan when he opened the thin mask that made his face look like an old geezer.

Quickly and carefully, the man took off his fake hair and ancient suit, then stuffed it into a suitcase. He removed the gloves and combined them with other equipment.

In an instant he looked like a different person after changing into a costume. After being sure everything was in order, he tidied up the army's green t-shirt and jeans. He looked at himself in front of the mirror and restored his hair carelessly.

“Perfect,” murmured while grinning satisfied.

While carrying the backpack, he sprayed a clear liquid on the doorknob and the side of the window to make sure no fingerprints were left behind. He had just put the spray bottle back into the bag when a knocking sound came from his doorstep.

“Room service!”

“Shortly,” replied Andrew while scanning his phone to the door.

A young man pushed the buffet table in, then nodded at Andrew.

“You have to get out now, Captain,”.

“Bring these things out, Eric,” reply Andrew while putting his violin bag and suitcase in the middle of an empty table, “Meet me in the main lobby as soon as possible.”

“Ready, Capt,” countered the blond young man while fixing the white cloth covering his push table.

“Do not worry. Act like a hotel waiter,” Andrew said when he saw his partner's hand tremble slightly.

I could feel Eric feeling a little nervous. Naturally, the young man had only joined its members a few months ago. This is his first mission.

“OK, Capt. See you,” reply the young man.

After taking a deep breath, Eric came back out and pushed the trolley into the hotel cleaning section. There's already a colleague there who will take the evidence out safely. His job was to just put the table where it should be, then change clothes and get out.

Five minutes after Eric left, Andrew opened his bedroom door and infiltrated the hallway, mingling with dozens of other visitors. He slightly held his breath when he heard the commotion from in front of the elevator.

Apparently the mafia's men were moving pretty fast. Indeed Radisson Hotel will be the first place suspected because from here almost the entire city of Moscow is clearly visible.

Andrew lifted his chin and walked calmly towards the elevator, breaking through some formally dressed men with tattoos poking out from behind the collar of the shirt. It seemed like they were the men of the Japanese man who had just been snuffed out by him. He pressed the ground floor button and stared straight ahead, waiting for the clinking sound and the elevator door to open.

In the main lobby, there were more men in all-black suits who rushed in while shouting in Russian. Guests stepped aside in whispers, while hotel officials tried to keep the men from barging in. A little messy, but it still seems pretty restrained. At least, there was no bloodshed or involving firearms.

Putting his hands in his pants pocket, Andrew walked over to Eric, who had replaced his servant's uniform with a t-shirt and jogging trousers. The young man seemed to be leaning against one of the pillars while watching the people running around him.

Andrew patted his partner's shoulder and said, “Come, go.”

Eric nodded and immediately stepped in Andrew's footsteps. “Tom says it will wait in—“

“Hei!”

Andrew and Eric were restrained when suddenly two men in Armani's suit blocked their steps. They looked very intimidating, looking at Andrew and Eric with probing glare.

“Are you guests at this hotel?” ask the man who is bigger than his partner.

“We?” reply Andrew, “Of course we are guests here.”

“What number room?”

He sighed softly and replied, “Sorry, who are you? What is the need to ask our room?”

“You just have to answer it,” said the tall man with a thin mustache while folding his hands in front of his chest.

Andrew snorted softly and looked at Eric with a meaningful look.

“How about you just give them access to our room?” he said while winking.

“Oh .. of course. With pleasure,” reply Eric.

The young man made a gesture as if he was about to grab something in his bag. However, as fast as lightning he twisted the platinum ring on his middle finger and pressed a blue circle that looked like the eye of a ring.

Booms!

Booms!

Booms!

Three explosions in a row left everyone panicking. The hotel guests were scattering out, jostling and running towards the door. Andrew immediately took advantage of the situation. He quickly attacked the bully man's heart and threw a punch at the base of the throat of the tall man until the two men fell backward. Without waiting for long, he immediately pulled Eric's hand and ran away.

“Hei! Hey, stop!” shouted the two who were blocking them earlier, but their bodies were squeezed among the jostling guests.

“Stop those two guys!”

Andrew heard little of Bongsor's screams at his comrades before he made it through the door.

“Quick!” andrew exclaimed at Eric who looked back several times.

“Sials. Where is Tom?” eric asked frantically when he had not seen his friend in the position he should have been.

“Come!” shouted Andrew.

He pulled back and dragged his men away. For now, staying in front of the hotel is not a wise thing. Fortunately, he had given instructions to install light-powered explosive devices to distract them if they were in a desperate situation. The mini-bombs were installed in equipment and laundry rooms that were rarely used. He was pretty sure that there were no fatalities in the blast.

Two young men infiltrated among the hotel guests who were still panicking and trying to find the location of the explosion. Andrew ignored the voices and speculative conversations buzzing around him. He continued to run in front, towards the buildings that lined the right side of the Radisson Hotel. Eric followed behind him with a gasp of breath.

Tin!

Tin!

Ptiiin ….

The loud honking sound caught the attention of Andrew and Eric. Simultaneously they looked back and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Tom waving from inside the red sports car. The car stopped right next to Andrew, and the door opened automatically.

“Street!” andrew orders him and Eric to sit in the passenger seat.

“How long was it?” grumbled Eric with a paled face. His heart almost exploded.

“Sorry, my GPS is not working,” replied Tom while raising his left hand.

Andrew ignored their conversation. Successfully escaping the pursuit of the Russian mafia was more than enough. He glanced at the crowd back there. Dozens of black sedans and range rovers began to fill Radisson hotel courtyards and city streets. The sound of shouts and unclear muttering slowly faded from his eardrums as the car he was riding in grew farther away. The young man took the phone out of his pants pocket and sent a short message.

Mission completed's.

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