Vogega wrote:Moscow
The diplomat shook the Chinese diplomat's sweaty hand. Just as their hands had returned to their sides. The jet exploded.
One soldier radioed in. "The Chinese jet just exploded."
"We know. A terrorist shot it with an RPG, but our tank got him."
"Alright."
That wasn't actually true. The tank had shot the jet, but to force the diplomats to stay.
"Can we have a hotel?" asked the Chinese diplomat.
The Russian diplomat nodded and the soldiers led them to an armored limo where they were taken the the Russkayia hotel. The penthouse suite was crawling with Russian soldiers with orders to protect the diplomats.
When they reached the rooms, the Russian diplomat told them that the Philippines would come later as they were under threat by Chinese jets.
Yang Wenli nodded as the official went away.
"thank you."
he then locked his doors and opened up the suitcase, pulling out several papers
" ah shit, what am I to do, I'm stuck in Moscow for a while, might as well call Beijing."
he reached for his pocket, he had left his phone on the plane, cursing his bad luck, he sat back on his bed.
"it's ok, Yang. shit like this happens way to often in Russia, so why are you surprised?"
"it does? I guess they'll either kill us later or use us as bargaining chips in the peace talks."
" so, what should we do?"
" play battleship, I found it in the hotel room."
" alright then, you know Russian?"
" nope, they talk too weird, to think we were allies once!"
they both laughed.