“I heard you’ve been selected for a mission in Kaliningrad,” Makari said. “I guess that means that you are still actively affiliated with the CIA, to know of such missions,” Axel replied. “Sure,” Makari continued, “but I’m even more affiliated with Kaliningrad.” Axel then went on to buy his new car, a red Ferrari 488 GTB for half of the original price.
“Axel, ever since you became a part of the …show more content…
“I guess just the usual tricks and toys that your branch supplies,” Axel pointed out. “Pay attention, Axel! That Beretta there will replace your Makarov,” Zimri continued, “I would most appreciate if you gave me that old gun of yours.” “This gun has never let me down before. Why do I need an upgrade?” Axel pleaded. “Don’t ask questions Axel! Now go and complete your mission,” Zimri finished. Axel left the airport conference room and met up with the Mitsubishi dealer to arrange for a car. After receiving it, he travels to the hotel where he finds Makari at the desk in his room. “What are you doing here?” Axel said. “I’m here to help you on your mission,” Makari replied, “and don’t worry, the CIA approves.” After meeting up, they both go down to the cafe and eat dinner. Axel orders his signature Cabernet Sauvignon and drives to Volkov Enterprises thirty miles west in
Baltiysk. While driving, Axel converts to stealth mode to avoid getting caught by Volkov’s men. Upon entering the enterprise’s boundaries, Makari hides the car in a rather large thicket just out of …show more content…
Makari ended up in the pilot’s seat though because they both knew that he was the better pilot out of the two of them. Makari pulled out a remote control from his coat pocket and pressed the bright red button and a second later, five C4 bombs went off in each corner of the base.
“I guess that means Boris Volkov and his men are gone then,” Axel declared.
“Don’t get your hopes up. His base might be obliterated, but Volkov is known for escaping and returning. He is a part of a top secret elite criminal organization, ECO,” Makari replied.
“Let’s return this silver whirlybird to the U.S. government and get back to The Mill,” Axel said.
Axel and Makari flew all the way to Quantico, Virginia and returned the UH-60. Afterwards, they both got flown back to L.A. in there boss’ private jet, so they didn’t have to hassle at the airport.
Makari and Axel met up one night at an abandoned raceway. Axel brought his white Porsche 911 and Makari brought his Maserati Ghibli. The race was three laps around the track and the winner would receive $5000. Axel won by a few seconds.
“You’re a good driver, Axel!” Makari said.
“Well, what can I say,” Axel smiled, “I’m as quick as a Silver