I opened my eyes. I was weary, my head hurt. The cold gave me frost bites and the fractals on the top of the jail kept dripping drizzles of freezing water. I was bleeding. There was a bruise on my eye, I could tell because the bulge made it hard for me to see. My torso trickled with blood drops from my forehead. I was tied up and unaware of my belongings. Suddenly I heard an alarm ring everything was beeping with red lights, the comrades and generals started exclaiming in russian and swarmed to the stairs. There I was all alone in a jail cell with no people around. A perfect time to escape, but I was held back by the ropes, holding unto me like grudge. I couldn't make an attempt to free myself because of my helpless condition. Just then, I heard the jail cell open and I saw a person in black apparel, like a stealthy ninja cosplay character. I chuckled, I knew exactly who it was."Byron! Took you a while huh?" , I laughed and coughed. " Holy shit, they went all out on you. I could hardly recognize you with all the bruises and blood splashes on your face, Stevens.", Byron said trying to untie the knots of the ropes. After I was free, I rushed towards the corner of the jail, where a backpack read 'Lyra Stevens'. "Found my bag now let's get out of this Hellhole", I said to Byron. We rushed out to the exit. Beat up a bunch of comrades and stepped into white russian soil. I covered myself with an overcoat I borrowed from a Russian dude that I beat up. Just then Byron heard something from his earpiece.
"For fuck's sake!", He cursed. "What's up?", I said confused as ever. "The snow storm is going to get worse according to the forecast, the choppers won't get here in time, they said we would be stuck here for days to come until the storm gets better."
"We're STUCK IN RUSSIA?!", I blasted.