2 - Igi

They reached the rendezvous roof just as the alarm finally blared—someone had found the first body. Searchlights cut the rain into white knives. A twin-rotor helicopter was supposed to be waiting, but the pad was empty.

Jones allowed himself the faintest smile. “Still alive. That’s the only score that counts.”

Here’s a short story inspired by IGI 2: Covert Strike .

His mission was simple on paper: infiltrate, extract the defector codenamed "Nightshade," and leave no trace of IGI involvement. Simple. But in Jones’s line of work, simple was just another word for everyone’s waiting for you to fail . They reached the rendezvous roof just as the

The white light and thunderclap sent them stumbling. Before the first man could blink, Jones was on them. A rifle butt to the temple. A knee to the second’s chest. They fell in a heap.

Thump—CRACK.

Behind them, the Krasny Prison Facility burned—a single, silent monument to a mission that had gone sideways, but not under. Jones allowed himself the faintest smile

Nightshade looked at him. “You lost the stealth bonus.”

Inside, a pale woman in a gray jumpsuit looked up from the floor. Her eyes were hollow, but sharp. “Took you long enough,” she whispered.

“Change of plans,” he said, pointing to a fuel truck parked near the south wall. “We’re leaving loud.” His mission was simple on paper: infiltrate, extract

“I can run.”

The rain over Siberia was a liar. It fell soft as a whisper, promising peace, while below, the Krasny Prison Facility hummed with enough firepower to level a small army. David Jones adjusted the strap of his suppressed MP5 and pressed closer to the icy rock.

The main gate was suicide. Too many cameras, too many heavy-caliber nests. Instead, Jones went vertical. He scaled the drainage conduit with his fingertips, pulling himself up hand over hand until he reached a ventilation shaft. The metal groaned, but the rain swallowed the noise.

He grabbed a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, and lobbed it toward the main generator. The explosion turned the night orange. In the chaos, they sprinted across the tarmac. Bullets cracked past. Nightshade fired twice, and a sniper tumbled from a water tower.