This is a Sequel to Best Kept A Secret..
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Call of Duty Modern Warfare Series mentioned in this story, they belong to Infinity Ward.
Three months after the death of Vladimir Makarov...
Kensington, England. 10AM
A fork of lightning struck the sodden earth before them and broke the ground, sending tiny concrete shards flying in all directions.
The winds gained speed by the second and threatened to throw them off their feet. The rain persisted and the wind got worse by the second which left them with only two options; keep running and get killed in the storm or stop, turn around and surrender then get killed by the small S.A.S team that was sent out on a hunt.
However, for Yuri Rakov and Bree Collins, neither of the above was an option. A chopper hovered above them in the midst of the storm beaming the harsh search light that penetrated the mild darkness produced by the storm's thick cloud cover and illuminated their position on the sidewalk.
Armed with nothing but a Five Seven and a knife, Yuri fired two shots in their direction with the hope of buying Bree and himself time to bail.
They raced down the wet sidewalk to a small alley that seemed to lead to nowhere but took the chance of entering.
Yuri looked up at the fire escapes leading to the rooftop and quickly calculated a new route for them to escape. He looked back at Bree who stood there panting and staring at the entrance of the alley, waiting for any sign of the team, ready to fire.
By the look on her face he could tell she was still confused about what had transpired over the past week and tried to make sense out of it but none came to either of them. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it trying his best to give her a look of reassurance,
"You know Kensington better than I do. Where would the rooftops take us?"
Meanwhile, Cpt. MacTavish lowered his RSASS and gazed down at the streets below them. Five of his men spread out below and began to close in on Bree and Yuri just as they slipped in to an alley and ascended to the rooftops.
He turned to the chopper's pilot and nodded, "Take us down, they're heading for the rooftops. Keep it steady and fire on my command."He said as he leapt out of the chopper just in time to see Bree scrambling over one of the protruding ridges with Yuri following close behind.
He landed on the concrete with a dull thud and a splash as his boots hit the water. He raised his rifle and fired at her feet. She yelped and jumped backwards, almost losing her balance.
She looked up in the direction from which the shot came and spotted him. It disappointed him greatly to know what she had become and it hurt him to know even more to know that it was out of her control.
His instincts told him that this had something to do with that phone call he had received back at the hotel the day after they rid themselves of Vladimir Makarov, but the good General Sharpe held no prisoners on what he needed to get done.
Above all people… Bree was the one he wanted dead. He raised his rifle again and this time took aim at her head. Some 100 feet away from him she paused and glared in his direction with a mark of pure despair on her face as Yuri tried to urge her along.
"Sir, I have a clear shot." John heard the pilot say above him.
"Hold your fire." He muttered as he watched her go.
"Sir!?" the pilot shouted again.
Silently John dared himself to pull the trigger again but could not; her pleading eyes immobilized him.
She was in this position because of him and right now he had to do all in his power to fix it even if it meant that he had to take her out to satisfy the good General.
Bree felt Yuri's urgent tug on her arm again as they began to race across the roof tops, dodging chimneys, leaping over barriers and little brick walls to break John's line of sight.
"Why won't he listen to me?" she shouted across to Yuri.
"No time to think about that now Bree, we just have to keep running." he replied. Bree looked across at him in shock, "They are after me not you... You should go Yuri!" she said.
"Are you crazy? John's in hunter mode, he'd take you out the moment he gets a hold of you." He shouted back.
They ran a couple paces then leaped off the last rooftop and into a dumpster. Taking a couple seconds to catch their breath Bree grabbed Yuri's shoulder and stared up fiercely at him,
"Yuri, he had the chance and he didn't take it but he won't hesitate with you." She said in one strangled breath as her legs began to feel the strain of exhaustion igniting her muscles and tugging at the tendons.
Yuri placed his hands on his knees and looked over at Bree, her hazel eyes were wild and hurt all at the same time.
"Please... I know him...he won't make such a move before he gets something out of me." Yuri glared at her and scoffed at how ridiculous and naive she sounded.
One minute this man was proclaiming his undying love for her then changed his mind and his next move was to lead a team to hunt and kill her? Oh, something was definitely wrong but he was never one to doubt her instinct.
She held him around the waist and looked him in the face. "Yana needs you..." she said quietly as he fear began to surface again.
"They can't know about her."
The thought of his daughter being hurt angered Yuri even further.
"He knows about her, Bree." he said and continued to stare down at her. "She practically calls him 'daddy', Bree!" he shouted even though he didn't mean to.
She hung her head in shame and nodded then held Yuri tighter.
"I know. But I need to leave so you two can be safe...I need to figure this one out...Alone."