"No, just be quiet and-" Zhenya began for the umpteenth time as he tried to calm the incredibly agitated local in front of him. The truck driver had been understandably upset and slightly frightened from being stopped at gunpoint, and although Zhenya did not really understand his words, he did pick up one word he understood: Terrorist. The poor driver was probably frantically trying to say that he was not whoever he supposed Zhenya was looking for and that he was just simple civilian trying to go about his life. It was a story Zhenya could recite by heart; nearly every insurgent he had caught in Chechnya gave the same story, and although back then Zhenya had reason to doubt their stories, now he was simply feeling annoyed.

"Stop your-" Zhenya started again when the driver stopped to take a breath, but this time he was interrupted by the Captain's frantic voice in his headset. His frustration turned to surprise when he turned to his right and saw the target car barreling straight towards him and the man. Behind it, he could see the squad's humvee. Without hesitation, Zhenya grabbed the driver and threw themselves back, just as the Mercedes crashed into the truck, followed shortly by the humvee crashing into the rear of the Mercedes. It was now or never, Zhenya knew. He had to act fast, otherwise the person with the canister might simply decide to detonate the device where he was. The Russian drew his pistol and stormed to the side of the Mercedes.

"Do not try," He said threateningly to the driver, keeping the pistol trained on him as he opened the rear door. Only then did he shift his attention to the dazed, bruised and scratched man in the backseat, still holding on to the device. He pulled the man out of the car and threw him to the pavement, causing him to drop the device. It dropped to the ground with a metallic clang, but it was otherwise harmless. The man tried to crawl away, but then Zhenya knelt and pulled him back up before slamming him against the Mercedes. With the memory of the attack on Grozny brought to the forefront of his mind, Zhenya clenched his fist and punched the man hard in the face, breaking his nose and a few teeth along with it. That took all the fight out of the target and he slumped to the ground, unconscious. It was little justice for Grozny, but it did for now.

"Target secure," Zhenya said and picked up the device. "And I have the device."