A/N: This is my OC's point of view before he become's NightWalker. Some of these words will be in Russian, don't worry the translations are going to be down at the bottom. Please leave reviews.

"I can't believe we got stuck on this mission. It's negative 35 degrees and still dropping lower." A man by the fire complained as he rubbed his covered hands together to keep himself warm. Emerging out of the shadows, a figure, chuckling lightly as the elder man's complaint. Face souring he turned towards the figure rolling his eyes. "Oh Serge, you do always like to complain if the mission doesn't involve beautiful foreign women, or even women from the local taverns." The man Serge frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, but let out a slight laugh as well. "Ah, but the warmth of a woman is what I need right now, not babysitting the front door from intruders. He turned away from the fire and looked at the clearing in front of them. "Now old friend," the shadow voice came into the light and patted his old friend and mentor on the back, "it's not all that bad." Serge shook his head and looked at the young man before him. "Deyman, you..." before he could finish the sentence a voice came into both the men's ears yelling orders, " Оповещений. Они ворвались в комнату. Все сотрудники должны немедленно уехать." The elder agent pressed his finger to the com reporting back. Turning to his partner he groaned, "Damn it kid."

"What are you doing here? You don't… Ah!" the guard shriek as his hands flung to his eyes. Eyes burning from being peppered spray by the intruder, the guard scrunched up into a fetal position as the intruder smirked. Heals clicking on the title floor as the figure began to head to the targeted room. "Нашел вас." The smirk grew on the figure's lips.

Kicking the double doors wide out the assailant pulled out the pistols strapped to their hips and held them out towards the men and women at work in the room. Eyes scanned the area, watching a security officer charge towards toward them, pulling the trigging, and sinking one round into his abdomen. The man stumbled forward towards the ground, falling dead. The others in the room raced away in fear, yelling and screaming towards the exit, towards their freedom. More shots were fired, but in warning.

Placing the pistols back into their holsters the assailant moved towards a computer mainframe, placing a usb into the port as they began typing different codings and words pulling data into the small port.

Deyman took steps two by two, climbing up the emergency stairway towards the computer mainframe room. As he made it up towards the last landing he could hear a hoard of footsteps coming towards him. Pulling his weapon out as the hoard moved closer he could hear screams of fear. Moving to the side he watched as scientist, interns, and workers race towards safety. Deyman grabbed a woman's arm pulling her towards him. "What happened up there?" He questioned the woman. " Женщина в черном. Убитый охранник." Her words rushed together. He looked passed the terrified woman and specifically told her to get everyone out of here. She nodded her head but yelled to him, "Be safe Мой сын." He finished his ascend moving quickly, yet quietly towards the doors.

Placing his hand on the door, weapon still drawn out towards the back of the intruder. "Hands where I can see them." He ordered extended his arm out ready to take the shot.

The figure didn't move, they kept on typing away at the mainframe. "I said hands where I can see them!" He spoke with authoritative words. The intruder turned towards him, piercing green eyes glaring and annoyed that they were interrupted. "Going to shoot, then shoot." The voice spoke, tempting the man. Pulling the safety back his eyes landed on theirs, she was just a woman, how could she do all of this.

"Scared? Thought so." She smirked and turned back to the computer. Hand moving out to end the program but the clicking sound of a firing weapon caused her to stand still. A warning shot close to her hand. "Seems you do have balls." She purred. Moving her hand towards her hip, eyes locked onto the man in front of her. "But so do I." Tossing a throwing knife towards the weapon in his hand, watching it collide with the tile ground.

Deymand hissed in pain as the blade of the knife scrapped the top of his knuckles. As his weapon dropped to the ground he moved with speed towards the woman tackling her to the ground away from the computer before she could grab important documents. "Who are you?" He demanded, pinning her to the floor.

"Frisky aren't we." The woman grinned as she struggled under him to get lose. "I'm no one of importance." As she spoke, she lifted her head and collided hers with his causing Deyman to lose his grip and being pushed off.

"Nice try." The woman stood, but was pulled down by Daymen, as his hand gripped her ankle. Glaring down at him the woman kicked her heal towards his head, making contacted with his jaw. Yelling in pain he let go of her.

Standing on his feet, ignoring the pain, he pulled out the second pistol from his ankle holster, pulling back the safety. "Your really think that thing is going to stop me?" She asked spinning on her heal and kicking him in the sternum, stumbling back and dropping the weapon.

Gasping for air to enter his body after the kick he locked up towards her, reaching out trying to grab the pistol to defend him. Pulling out a second knife the woman took action and protect herself, digging the knife deep into the man's face leaving a parting gift for him. He screamed out in pain as blood dripped from the left side of his face. He looked up at her barley able to see anything out of his left eye, and then everything went into darkness.

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Russian Translations

1. Alerts. They burst into the room. All employees must leave immediately.

2. Found You

3. The Woman in Black. slain security guard

4. My son