The North PacificBoard

The city of Snikiov slowly rained. With a few clashes on the road, and the buildings, it was a relaxing tone, strangely. Cars still drove onto the road, and for a moment, it seemed like the area was peaceful. And again… No disturbance in the air.

The hotel Savinkov was in was pretty quiet. Too quiet.

“-And so…. Upon my father dying by that man, the man approached me, trying t…” Could’ve been heard from down the halls. Upon Savinkov finishing his sentence, the room was quiet. Although, a few footsteps could’ve been heard near the door. Savinkov, instinctively grabbed his pistol. A few knocking occured. Savinkov quickly dropped to under his bed, and hurriedly placed a number of items around him. Chernov, despite being confused, could tell that Savinkov needed him to be hiding. And so, he hurried himself to the closest, and hid behind a bunch of clothes. A sudden loud BANG could’ve been heard, with the door opening wide open. The light from the hallway flew into the room quickly, and the room was silent with the exclusion of people walking in. Chernov sweated a little, as he was getting more and more worried over the factor that he could be found.

One of them men opened the bathroom door, and quickly checked. “There’s no sight of him, boss. I think he found out we were coming.” The “boss” as he was called by the group looked over to the bottom of the bed for just a moment before shrugging and saying, “Hmmm… Roger that. I think we should leave now. He’s clearly not here.” “Roger that boss” one of the men said.

The few men began to look at each other and begin exiting the room, their footsteps being head. Chernov, being a little bit relaxed now, accidentally allowed one of the jackets Savinkov had in his closet to collapse off the rod, and fall off and into the floor. The jacket itself didn’t cause much of a noise, but the cloth holder that held the jacket fell onto the floor, causing a massive noise. Chernov, now hearing a few of the men footsteps becoming quickly close, quickly placed the jacket onto the cloth holder, and placed it back onto the rod.

“Let me see here…” The door to the closet was opened widely. The man, wearing a grey hoodie over his head, which allowed for his face to not be seen. He was clearly pale though, judging of his hands. “Alright… It seems like nothing occurred here. Y’all, it's clear!” The man said, as he closed the door to the closet, and began to run, seemingly, with the rest of his group.

Savinkov took off his hat in a quick moment, and peered up extremely slowly. Looking above the few cases and crates that gave him some areas to hide in, he noticed that the area was clear. He had to wait a few minutes though, just in case.

The room would remain quiet for a long long time. The clock continued to tick.. And the sounds of rain and cars driving through the streets was still loud and audible in the room. Aside from those… Not a single sound could be heard.

Savinkov continued to lie down from under the bed, and despite having mixed feelings about being stuck there, he knew he had to get out at some point or another. Hours were passing by, and someone would inevitably climb up to his floor, and find his room in a mess.

He slowly, picking up a small object, looked through the left. And as best as he could, he threw it at the wall, hitting the wall, and it bouncing off the wall, and forwards where it landed on the floor, directly near the closet. Despite loud sounds of bangings as the object hit and bounced off the floor, no sound aside from the rain, the cars, and the clock could be heard. The clock continued to tick… and the rain continued to splash outside on the road.

Suddenly, there was a wood creak from beside the door. Without a doubt to Savinkov, someone was there. He didn’t know who though and, whether it was the people who broke into his room, or some random people. He just couldn’t have such a perspective to see what was behind the door. He had no choice though. Slowly, and as quietly as he could, he picked himself up, and leaned backwards towards the back of the bed, with his legs in front of him towards the front of the bed, and his back to the back of the bed.

He picked up his pistol from the floor, and aimed directly at the sides of the doors. He couldn’t see anyone, so he aimed towards the right of the door. Hopefully, he’d be able to directly hit whoever was behind the door’s sides. He aimed, and aimed… And then fired.

In a quick flash, a bright light popped out in the room as the gun fired. The bullet seemed to be extremely slow for a moment as it continued to move forward and forward towards what savinkov was aiming. The loud boom was heard, and eventually, the light would disappear, and the boom would disappear to the sounds of the rain and the clock.

For a moment, a gasp was heard from outside the door. As a man collapsed, and the sounds of a man hitting the floor was heard.... It was confirmed. Savinkov had shot someone. But now the question remained..

Of who it was.