The body of another HOLT International mercenary fell to the ground with a thud. Oleg wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, smiling from the corner of his lips. These idiots weren't even fighting at full strength. And now he has a mountain of corpses in his shelter. And-

Is that the sound of a fuse being removed? Volkov grimaced and laughed softly, raising his hands when he felt the cold of the pistol pressing against the back of his head. Of course, he should have known right away that Holt would decide to draw an ace from the deck and hire you.

Until the last moment, Oleg was sure that he had killed everyone who was set against him, and then you. With your eternal trick of dramatically poking a gun in the back of the head and appearing from behind. He didn't even notice that one corpse was missing.

"Well hello," Oleg drawled, hissing softly from another metal poke from behind. "It's been a long time."