John Rider & Yassen Gregorovich

Chapter 1

Black hair whipped in the wind, Hunter stood with Cossack his trainee. He was only 19 years old and Hunter's wife had a kid 3 weeks ago.

"This is good- bye, you did it. Finally an assassin." The older man said and patted the teens back.

"So we're what? Friends, comp -ions?" the Russian said and looked the other man in the eyes.

"Whatever you wish us to be, now I have to leave, you know where to find me." The older man hopped in the helicopter the blades at high speed.

At the last minute the older assassin looked behind him and put a hand up.

Cossack saw this and raised his own his watch glittered in the sun rays; he stood there watching the helicopter move out of his line of sight. With that he left when Yassen no longer could see it.

He had done it. He was now an assassin, a mercenary, a killer.

The words repeated in his mind, when his phone rang: Scorpia, his new boss.

"Cossack" he said and walked/ ran down the stairs of the building.

"We have a mission for you; it will be here at Venice. Come get the file or we can e mail it to you."

"Email it."

Then he hung up and left to do his work.

-Line break-

John Rider stood beside his wife and his brother, who was also a spy.

"SO what's new?" he asked and smiled at the baby in his arms.

"Well…. Mi6 has raised my ranks to as high as yours." Ian felt praised at the smile his older brother gave him. But he felt the presence of someone watching him and that didn't sit well with him.

Ian knew his older brother cared for that assassin and knew that was dangerous. But as long as John was happy he was to. That's when the door opened and there stood said man in his thoughts. Helen and Ian froze, 'what is he doing here?'. They both thought. While john smiled and clapped the man and spoke in a language that Ian didn't know.

"So I have deemed Yassen an uncle."

That froze the others right away.

"WHAT?" hissed his wife.

Yassen's p.o.v

Helen glared at me, she knew John liked me and that didn't sit well with her.

"YOU NEVER TOLD ME!" she yelled and I stared at her a smirk on my face.

"Helen, he's practically my son! I taught him stuff that you could never teach him!" Ian's eyes went back and forth.

"fine." She growled.

"I like her." I said in Russian, john burst out laughing throwing his head back, his blond hair fell in his eyes.

"Here Cossack." The baby went in my arms.

Dark brown eyes met mine, "Alex meet your other uncle… Yassen Gregorovich-Rider".

"Немного Алексей" (little Alex)

"Da"