New Alexandria, Olympic Tower// August 23rd, 2552
"I'm alive!" Someone from behind the table said, popping out looking at the dead Grunt. Maksim was relieved that it wasn't some poor civilian or non-combatant that had been stuck here the whole time. But better question was why she was separated from the main group. But just as fast as he thought of that he also remembered that the person in front of him must've been one of the people who were unlucky enough to be on top of the catwalk when the plasma turret cut right through it.
"It's Chukov, right? We need to find the Prowler and this computer might tell us where it's parked."
"Yeah that's me. Private Rier right? Hopefully one of us can get these consoles to sing." Maksim said as he turned his direction towards a nearby console, causing it to wake up and display information.
He was adept with using most forms of devices available in the larger UEG, however this was a facility that supposedly doesn't exist and he would not know how to get to the locations of the Prowler, let alone get to files he probably shouldn't see or is above his pay grade. He tried anyway, but to no avail. Giving up he left the console and grabbed his BR55H from his back, now keeping guard, aiming it at the door. Sometimes the sound of gunfire would be too loud for something supposedly distant, it sent shivers up his spine sometimes. But the precautions would change once again, and for the better... initially.
The jamming attempts of one of the members of Kilo 45 had worked perhaps too flawlessly that the looming Covenant frigate nearby was now making its way to the complex, not to investigate, but to bury the damn place. Looking out the window instead, Maksim did not have a beat on the frigate, now only dependent on the change of hue of the near pitch black sky; if it were suddenly to change to an orange cheddar shade, he knew it would be time to run. However, it seemed that fate would now have a more devious plan for all of them, including the Covenant.
"This is 4 Delta 15 to Kilo 45, I'm reading the radiation spike and coming in for the strike. Don't look at the Frigate, I repeat, avert your eyes from the flash. You have less than three minutes to get out of there! I can't cancel this strike. 4 Delta 15 out!"
A nuclear strike, and they were well within the indirect blast zone.
Back during his days in elementary school in St. Petersburg, Maksim had covered the Cold War briefly during a lecture on safety during calamities and the steps that needed to be done by citizens in the event of a nuclear strike did happen. They didn't even have respirators, nor a single non-woven mask. Picking up the smaller soldier's discarded helmet, he shoved it into her arms, and grabbed her, running out the door. "Nam nuzhno idti, seychas zhe! Oni nanesli yadernyy udar!" (We need to go, now! We're being nuked!)
Throwing her out the door a bit, Maksim slammed the heavy door of the room closed and pointed down the hall in a panic, still speaking in Russian on instinct. "Begat'! Begite glubzhe v ob"yekt! Idti! " (Run! Run deeper into the facility! Go!)
At this point a secure and airtight location would be preferable, but for the time being, they needed to put as many materials between them and the incoming radiation. They had no map of sorts and didn't exactly know where to go next. For most of the time, the only noise they heard was the sound of their boots hitting the floor. At this point, Maksim had his BR55H slung behind him so he could run faster. If there were any Covenant forces left, they'd best run too and forego any hostilities if they wanted to survive. Otherwise, the sidearm on his hip, or his right foot would have to do as a deterrent.
"This 4 Delta 15, missiles away, missiles away!" At least they were now deeper in the facility at this point, but three minutes escaped them now, they were out of time and can only hope they made it deep enough to protect them from the brunt of the shockwave and radiation.
"Get down! Don't look at the flash!" Maksim pushed both of them down carefully, but quickly. There were no windows so to speak, it was said more out of instinct as well. Putting his arm over Private Rier's head, he wanted to grit his teeth, but kept his mouth a bit open instead in case there was going to be a sudden change in pressure from the explosion.
The shockwave finally hit the facility, and the shockwave reverberating throughout the facility threw both of them towards the opposite wall. While it was not a complete throw against the wall, it was still enough to knock the air out of Maksim. A few coughs later, he got up to a crouch, checking for his companion and going to her.
"Are you alright?" Maksim tapped her while pulling up the lower part of his balaclava, wetting it to stop a bit more dust from being inhaled. "Do you have any cloth to cover your mouth and nose with?"