Chapter 165

GRIZ POV

The radio of one of the men squawked and a question was asked.  I recognized the language and held out my hand.  Reese put the radio in it and I answered.

“Vse khorosho,” I answered, hoping that my accent was right.  There was a response, and I lowered the my arm. 

“We got a half hour, tops,” I said.  Everyone was looking at me. 

“Were they speaking Russian?” Reese asked.  I nodded.

“Were you speaking Russian?” Izzy asked.  I nodded again.

“That’s where I’m from,” I said by means of explanation.  “But it’s been a long time.  My accent is off.”  They all looked at me, saying nothing.  Finally, Alessia broke the silence.

“Half hour tops,” she repeated.  I ignored everyone’s look and turned, striding into the compound’s territory, raising my head and sn