Vasiliev nodded, aiming his rifle down the hallway as he waited for Vera to return from her room. It was true, he did leave her little to no choice in the situation, but then again, she would die if he didn't get her out of the school and away from the soldiers. But, by this point, they were both equally in danger, considering the blatant killing of allies and joining the enemy (basically) is grounds for treason, and death by firing squad.<br/><br/>Soon, though, Vera exited the classroom and was ready. Vasiliev picked up into a sprint down the hallways, flying straight past Vera and bursting through the front entrance. The driver of the truck was standing outside it, obviously confused. He had his rifle in his hands, and began to approach Vasiliev. "What's going on? I heard shots, and-" The driver stopped in mid-sentence, seeing his own comrade raise his rifle at him. "What the hell are you doing?!"<br/><br/>"Doing what is necessary." With that, Vasiliev pulled the trigger, and didn't even watch to see the rifle round fly through the driver's chest, for time was of the essence (that, and the amount of blood and gibs that flew from the man made it clear that he wasn't going to get back up). Vasiliev jogged up to the truck, checking the driver's seat; the keys were still in the ignition. He climbed inside, turning the keys and starting up the truck. He honked the horn, sticking his head out the window and calling out to Vera. "Get in, now!"