"I can't believe this!"

Roma reached for a gun without even thinking. Her senses knew already who to point it on. She turned around. Don stood too close, so the gun pressed against his chest. But he didn't move. Their eyes met. And for a tiny second she saw something so familiar, so daring and close. She almost backed off herself. But the pride remained her steady on her feet.

"Easy, easy!" Roy moved fast and approached them sheepishly."Roma, please! Put down the gun!"

"Isn't that ironic?" she said looking straight into Don's eyes."The leader of CBI Office is more scared for your life, the most dangerous and wanted killer now probably in the whole world, than you are," she said.

"Well, you got to admit, I'm charming," Don said it smoothly.

"Roma, it's the last time I'm asking you- put the gun away!" Roy tried to maintain his authority, although it was clearly out of his hands.

"You'll have to try harder than that!" she said."I'm not going to calm down until you'll call somebody to arrest him right now!"

The smile widened on Don's face. Was it because he knew she's never going to pull that trigger? Was her voice not convincing enough? She had to admit her hands were shaky. The last time she held her gun was the night she got shot. Since then she only carried it with her, without putting it to use. She couldn't even force herself to go to the shooting range. Something about the sound of the shots made her uneasy. They brought her back to the moment she successfully forced herself to forget. Moment that defined her truth. And she wasn't ready to face that truth yet.

"I can't," Roy sounded as if he was sorry.

"What do you mean?"

"We had to give him immunity in our country to..."

"You gave him what?" she wanted to shout, but the voice broke off on a half way.

"Roma, listen! It was the only way to bring him here."

"No! I can't believe this!He can't be given an immunity!" she shouted now."Not here!You were the one who accused me of that. Now you're the one who gives him a free pass in doing whatever he wants.

"You have to understand. He's the only one who can get us where we need."

Don remained silent. His smile faded. His calmness irritated. She realized she must be acting pretty stupid. Now there is nothing she can do to him and he knew that.

"He knows those people. He can get us inside. I couldn't find any other way."

"You couldn't find another way? Other than trading justice for his own fun and triumph?" she asked in disbelief. "Somehow I'm not surprised anymore."

"Remember, the people of this country are more important than Don itself right now, Roma," Roy said, still shooting worried looks over the gun.

Don sighed.

"Now that we are all clear about our values, can we please get to the business."

He walked out of the gun's aim and sat into the leather sofa, leaving Roma struggling with her need to hit him.

"Here, Roma! Take a seat! We have a lot of important things to discuss," he talked like he already owned this place." Don't worry. I'm not angry at you for pulling gun at me. We can just forget all that and be friends again."

"Friends?You want to be friends!" she laughed out loud.

"What? Friends isn't good enough? Well, we can try to be something more then."

"Don, if you want to get to the business, then take a shorter and safer walk." Roy clearly wanted to ease the tension. "I want to know where is their main hideout?"

"On the outskirts of town. Quite a lonely and uncomfortable place, I would say. Never understood their style."

"I need a precise location, please."

Don took a flash drive out of the pocket and handed it to Roma.

"It seems that you always have something on your enemies," she said. "Never get tired of setting them up and watching them go down one by one."

That satisfied smile appeared again. He leaned closer to her, then whispered:

"Never!"

There was a long silence. Roma tried to avoid Don's stare, but he was penetrating her as if he was trying to get in every single part of her body, letting a sight of gentleness slip through and then fade in the shadow of his cold-hearted nature.

"I see there is only one abandoned building in that area. No houses," Roy said."Doesn't look convincing."

"That's exactly where all the fun happens. It looks empty from the outside. But the inside of this building has made them a million dollar fortune."

"What's exactly their strategy in business?" Roma asked.

"They often use mediators to sell drugs. Risky, I would say. But it works. They almost never do it in person. I had to find a very sneaky ways to meet them and I succeeded. But I might be the only one. You see I hate buying stuff from the people I don't trust. And I hate killing the ones who has nothing to do with it if that stuff is not good enough. I have to know my real enemies."

"I see," Roy muttered.

Roma bit her lip to hold stream of tears that were threatening to come out. She had a question that was killing her from inside. Was my brother your real enemy? Was he really your enemy, Don? But she couldn't allow herself to ask it.

"Who are the main leaders?- she asked instead.

"Govran Amarnath and his buddy Tarvo. Although Tarvo seemed more like guest. He's job is more to inform Govran about his enemies. He's job is to stop guys like you from ruining Govran's plans." he was clearly playing on her nerves." Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm just joking. You, guys, are some tough pack of wolves. You'll get him before he'll even notice."

"I hope so."- Roy said.

"Why nobody caught them before?" Roma continued.

"I tend to think you value me more then some cheap drug sellers. You just don't have time for small minds"

"You can hold your majesty for as long as you want," Roma said sarcastically. "But I promise you it won't be too long. Sooner or later you're gonna get back into jail. And I'm not gonna feel sorrow.

"I wish you would have said that before. Like that night when.."

"I think it's enough for today." Roy interrupted him, and for the first time Roma thanked him in her thoughts. "I'll have an operation plan by tomorrow morning. You better go and rest, Roma. Tomorrow we will need you full of energy."

"And I'm coming tomorrow too, right? I mean, that was the deal." Don asked.

"That was the deal. You're not getting your full immunity until you'll help us neutralize them. You still know more about this place than we do."

It accurred to Roma that something wasn't right. Maybe it was the tone of the question. She thought she heard doubt in Don's voice. As if he was making sure that he is still in this game. Why wouldn't he? What was he afraid of?

Don got up and headed for the door. But she stopped him.

"What are you planning, Don?"

"Nothing," he looked at her with those innocent eyes, that only proved her right.

"Weren't printing plates enough for your satisfaction?"

"Lets just say, I don't know what you are talking about."

"There was no need for you to get back here. No need to agree to help us..."

His lips twitched in a smile.

"Lets just say I missed home. And you, my Wild Cat!"

He winked to her, then walked out of the office. Now almost a free man. Roma new he had a plan. He always did. He wasn't here to help them. He never helped anyone, accept when it was in his own interest. The only question was... what exactly was his plan?