Chapter 2
Helen's p.o.v
My brown eyes stared at the man who was staring intently at me and his eyes curios. He was strong looking, slim, yet muscular, and a scar that rang the length of his for arm, and one that was on his nose, faint but I saw it.
He flinched when my hand touched his body, and I felt electricity dance between us.
"So how did you get these?" I ask and he pulls out a mobile.
"A fight" he says as if it is an everyday acourence.
"Hey this is Agent Rider, I have to report a mess on Fourth Street, close to saint Doms and I would like this on my mi6 bill."
I guess that answers my question.
"Bill?" I ask and he nods.
His mobile rings.
" Kazach'i ? Chto?! V samom dele? Chert , pochemu ty ne skazal ran'she ?! YA dumayu, plavnik ya budu videt' tebya, kogda ya vykhozhu
("Cossack? What?! Really? Damn why didn't you tell sooner?! I guess fin I will see you when I get out.")
I listen as he speaks my native language, and it sounds bad.
"Would you like to hurry up?" he asks and his eyes are no longer soft but hard and cold.
"Ookay" I stutter and finish stitching his arm and slow the bleeding on his stomach, the knife wound hadn't gone deep, probably due to the heavy duty shirt he wore that didn't exactly feel like a shirt.
No one's p.o.v
After John Rider got treated to painless injury's he was lead to the front room and giving a few bottles of pain pills and he saw his brother at the front talking to a receptionist, who was blushing.
They were twins and they looked exactly the same except that John had more scars.
"Ready bro?" he asked and he nodded.
"Do svidaniya"
(Good bye)
Helen saw the man she was helping freeze as well as the other one.
Than she was on the wall pinned under two twin cold of a pair eyes.
"How do you know that?"
The receptionist squealed and the other shot her without looking.
"Know what?" Helen asked frightened.
"Jag, call mi6. NOW!"
The man she knew called Hunter brought out a gun and held to her head.
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