Well, I wasn't originally planning on it, but this is being continued!

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My heart seemed to sink into my stomach as I watched Ivan be escorted out with Yao. This man was no innocent civilian! He'd committed countless crimes, some worse than murder. I went over to my seat and sat down, putting my elbows on the table, and my head in my hands. I started crying then, it was just too much.

Seeing him again had brought back more memories than what was describable. And I wasn't safe anymore. Now that he knew I was a police officer in this building, he'd get his lackeys, namely one Eduard Von Bock, Estonian computer-whiz, to hack into the system, and he'd have all my information.

He'd know where I lived, and who I lived with. The latter was what I was more worried about. I lived with Matthew, my long-lost brother who I had searched for, and been reunited with after my escape from the Russian mafia. He'd been adopted when my parents died, unlike myself.

He was a soft-spoken, shy boy, and was often overlooked by others, even me his own flesh and blood. He would be completely defenceless against someone like Ivan, and no doubt Ivan would use him to get to me.

It was then that I decided. We were going to run. I was going to give up my job here as a police officer, and Mattie and I would move to a town the middle of nowhere. Perhaps even to another country, though not Russia.

A rush of adrenaline surged through me. I had to do this now, before I chickened out. I stood up and exited the door, walking to Yao's desk with the single thought of leaving on my mind.

As I approached, Yao looked up at me, surprised then confused. He was even more surprised when I slammed down my badge on the table, along with the gun I had been issued, and when I uttered the words that would be the start of my new life on the run from my past.

"I quit."

I turned on my heel, leaving a room full of open mouthed police officers staring after me in astonishment.

I'd just finished packing my stuff into a suitcase when I heard Mattie's car pull up outside. At least, I hoped it was his car. I breathed a sigh of relief when that familiar wavy blonde hair came into my bedroom, obviously noticing I wasn't anywhere else in the house, and I rushed over to hug the brother who it belonged to.

"A-Al! he gasped, flustered, and I would've laughed, if not for the danger we would potentially face if we stayed for too much longer. He seemed to realise something was wrong when he saw the suitcase, still open on the floor.

"What's going on Al?" he asked in confusion, "Are you leaving?" I shook my head.

"We're both leaving," Mattie's face wore a puzzled expression.

"Why?" he asked incredulously, "Is it another alien invasion?"

"That was just one time! I'm serious now! If we stay, we might die!"

"How?"

"Ivan Braginski," just mentioning the name seemed to make the room temperature drop a few degrees. Matthew looked worried now. I had told him everything about what had happened in the time we'd been separated. Everything I could remember. He'd been both frightened and horrified, and the name struck as much fear into him as it did me.

"He was at the police station, I had to interview him," I explained and Matthew nodded in understanding. He then went into his own room, leaving me alone with my suitcase, which I resumed stuffing important things into. Clothes, secret hamburger recipes, comics, action figures and… A letter?

I picked the aforementioned piece of paper up and examined it. It was addressed to me, and according to the date, was written three years ago, just after I left the mafia. Most importantly, it was written in Russian, a language I used to speak almost as well as a native. My Russian was a little rusty, but I could understand what was written.

The letter was from Yekaterina 'Katyusha' Braginskaya, Ivan's older sister. I'd given her my new address in case she ever needed a place to stay, as she had felt unsafe staying with her brother, especially with some of the business partners he tended to attract. All of them slimy men, and Katyusha was a beautiful woman.

I remembered receiving this letter like it happened yesterday. I was angry at Katyusha for sending her pleas for me to come back just because her brother missed me. She had known how much I had hated the place, and when I'd finally managed to escape – which was no easy feat – she wanted me to come back? I had been so furious that I had thrown the letter to the floor of my new bedroom, where it had gotten lost in amongst the boxes I still had to unpack. When I had unpacked them, I must have put it with my things by accident.

I put the letter in my suitcase. I just couldn't bring myself to part with it. It was the only memory I had of Katyusha, who was the only bit of light in my life whilst living in the dark with the mafia.

I zipped up my now fully packed suitcase, and sat beside it on the floor. All the adrenaline from before was gone, and I just felt really tired. All I wanted to do was curl up on the floor, and go to sleep, right then and there.

Unfortunately, no matter how much I wanted to just forget everything, I couldn't. It was then that I heard a soft tapping on the door, and the sound of the handle being turned. Mattie stood in the doorframe, a suitcase in his right hand. He came over and picked up my suitcase in his left.

"I'll just take these out to my car," he stated. I nodded weakly in agreement, eyes getting ever heavier. He was back in a few minutes, scooping me up, and carrying me out to the car as well. He put me in the front passenger seat, making sure to buckle me up, because I was sure as hell I couldn't do it myself, before climbing over me into his own seat, muttering something about not being bother to get out of the car and go around the other side.

"So Al," he began, "Do you have a plan? Anywhere to go in mind?" I shook my head groggily.

"Just drive," Then my eyelids slipped over my eyes and the world went black.

That's it for another chapter.

-koder