AN: so, this is more or less another filler chapter. However, this chapter is the precursor of Yassen's next kill. This chapter features Alex in it as well. Just not in the way most readers want it to be. There is a reason for this. Promise!
Also, some of you may be wondering why there is a lot of medical references in this story. I'm a pre-nursing student who plans on obtaining her BSN in the states before going on to Physician Assistant school. I currently have my CNA I certificate. I will explain the process of dental hygiene for the unconscious patient in the author's note in the next chapter for those who want to learn more about why this particular form of hygiene is important.
This chapter is shorter than my previous two chapters, but Please don't worry. The next chapter will contain a flashback as well as the assassination of the Lawyer (the planning and implementation of the kill itself). I expect that chapter to be around 3,500 words at least. It will take a few days to type out as a response.
Happy reading!
Little-Dhamphir
That evening, Yassen took a quiet stroll down to the building located on the opposite end of the private piece of land he had purchased from the Russian government eight months ago. Two months later, Yassen's private home and the building (which still needed a name) across his private property had been built and his business was underway.
Already, Yassen employed around twenty people. Five of his staff members had medical expertise. Their job was to make sure that all of his employees were healthy and happy. Yassen hired a doctor and a psychiatrist along with two nurses who specialized in critical care/trauma medicine. His fifth medical employee was none other than Eric.
Eric - with Yassen's help - went back to the states and completed the remaining courses that would eventually make the man a nurse practitioner. Eric was employed 24/7 and catered only to Yassen's needs before Yassen had bought the twenty acres of land. Eric was the only employee of Yassen's that lived in Yassen's home. Everyone else had to share rooms with one other person on the third floor of the building on the opposite end of the compound.
There were ten security guards that patrolled Yassen's compound and land. These men completed work rotations. There was two twelve hour shifts each day. Two men guarded the employee building while the other four men guarded his house. The remainder of his employees were arms and drugs dealers. There was three total.
Yassen also employed two assassin's who also worked as guardsmen when they were not completing their tasks in another city somewhere in the world. Twenty minutes had passed since Yassen heard the two quick shots that signaled their deaths. His employee count was back down to eighteen.
Ironically enough, it was the head of security who shot the two men. He was a better assassin than the two dead men combined. Yassen was going to have to hire two more men soon and train them to be assassins. Luckily, that was one of the reasons that Yassen decided to build a school on his land as well. It wasn't like Yassen would still be living in his home five months from now. He just didn't want to have to go through the trouble again of finding a place to buy another twenty acres of land or so. Plus, this saved him money. He still owned that apartment in the SoHo district in London.
About a quarter of a kilometer away, a third building was under construction. Here is where Yassen would help train future assassin's as well as drugs and arms dealers. It would be a small school that would only allow six students in at a time. Yassen did plan on expanding his organization. His goal was to make it supersede Scorpia. He did plan on expanding his business to incorporate a wider variety of criminal activites. He just did not want to draw attention to his organization yet. Not when he didn't even had a name for the organization.
Yassen's controlled his thoughts as the building came into focus before him and strolled into the employee building. Half of the first floor was a medical facility. It had three beds, a small operating room and two examination rooms. The place was always kept stocked with medical supplies. Yassen did not spare any expenses. Anything his medical staff needed, they usually had within twenty four hours. It was here that he found his head of security staff member who kept an eye on Alex. Eric (and a young female nurse) were the medical staff on duty that evening.
Yassen could see Alex 'resting' in one of the hospital style beds. His vitals seemed to have improved some more since Dr. Morandi's visit earlier in the day. The female nurse was currently completing inventory of all the medical supplies that Ben has used since Yassen and Alex had arrived back about two days ago. She would be sending Gergorovich a supplies sheet of everything that would need to be replaced. Eric, was over by Alex. The boy was intubated as a precautionary measure. Eric's medical training kicked in once more when it was time to brush the boy's teeth.
Yassen would have found the sight to be almost comical had the assassin not known the reason behind as to why an unconscious/comatose person needed to have their teeth (and mouth brushed). You see, when a person is unconscious, their mouths become rather dry. This causes the tongue and mucous membranes to dry out and crust. Infection can result from this. So, in essence, it was a rather a reasonable thing to do. It was just borderline comical. Yassen could almost imagine the blond-haired child freak out should he ever find out that his teeth was brushed twelve times a day!
Yassen coughed quietly to alert his presence. The female nurse looked up and appeared to be startled. If yassen had been any louder. She would more than likely jumped. Eric nodded his head in acknowledgement as he continued to perform what was known as "dental hygiene procedures for the unconscious patient". The head of security grunted in response. This annoyed Yassen for he saw this as something akin to disrespect; he chose to ignore it in the end. The man was very useful. It was why Yassen had him manage the security team.
"Nurse Chapman, could you please complete the remainder of Alex's hygienic procedure. I need to had a word in private with Nurse Henderson and my head of security." the two men who were currently in the medical facility both raised their heads when they heard Yassen speak. Normally, Yassen spoke to people in the comfort of his own home. He didn't like to do it in the employee compound.
"Yes sir!" Nurse Chapman replied.
Her first name was Adriana. She had been employed by Yassen for four months now. The pay was very good. She was a single mother who had her twelve year old daughter enrolled in a boarding school in the south of France while she worked for Yassen in Russia. Adriana received two vacations each year that lasted for two weeks each. That was when she flew to France to be with her daughter. Adriana went over to where Alex was lying sedated on the bed. She put on some gloves and took the tongue depressor that had been wrapped with gauze (gauze taped down) on one end of the depressor from Eric and proceeded to finish the remainder of the patient care assignment. In a few minutes time, she would record the task in Alex's Kardex file stating when Eric began the procedure and when Adriana finished it.
Yassen began to walk towards the end of the medical facility that had added two personal offices for both doctors employed by Yassen. He opened the door to Dr. Morandi's office with the two men behind him before shutting the door himself and taking a seat in the chair where the doctor usually sat.
There was a moment of silence as the three men stared at each other. That silence was broken when Eric found the courage to speak up.
"Is there something you wish to tell us, sir?"
Yassen stared at the man some more before he did speak up. "Yes. I need you both to keep An eye on Alex." the two men had questioning looks on their faces. "The boy is still in serious condition according to his medical files. I want him personally guarded at all times whilst I am away on business.
His enemy still walks free, despite being in hiding since Brett and his partner failed their assignment. The two men were supposed to distract the guards at the location of the assassination attempt of the local drug lord's home in Istanbul two going on three days ago. I have no doubt the drug lord will use his connections and track down this location in an attempt to kill me. Should they find Alex as well, I am sure they will stop at nothing to make sure the boy is murdered in retaliation.
Therefore, should something happen whilst I am indeed away on business, I want the boy removed from this site and taken to the safe house located in Kursk. Avoid the Moscow safe house. It is no longer a usable location. Brett and his partner did not cover their tracks correctly and the safe house is now compromised. The boy is not to return to hands of my enemy at all costs. For this, I am leaving you both in charge of his personal well being. Do not fail me."
There was another moment of silence as the two men who sat across from Yassen took in this information. They nodded their heads as a visual display of confirmation. Yassen's head of security decided to take this moment to speak up.
Yassen's head of security knew not to ask to many questions. Yassen's head of security also knew that his boss would not inform the two men who sat across from Yassen the nature of location his next job would be. This was standard procedure in case anyone was caught and tortured later on.
Therefore, Yassen's head of security asked not a question of where his boss would be heading off to but a question of how long will he be gone and when he should arrive back here.
"I am not sure right now. I was contracted by a client who wants his partner assassinated. There was a lot of information missing in the file. I may return - in the earliest; within a week. However, expect the assignment to take at least two weeks to complete. The client's partner is well known within the political world."
Yassen stopped speaking and waited for any other questions to be asked. When there was none, he spoke up one more time. His next statement was directed towards Eric.
"Make sure the boy wakes soon or heals fast enough so that ventilation is no longer needed. If you need to get away quickly, I do not want intubation or the intravenous tubes to impede Alex's quick departure within this facility."
Yassen's phone buzzed and indicated that his current employer was waiting for his response. "That is all, you are both dismissed." Yassen pulled his phone out from his back pocket and reviewed the new email sent. The man who wanted his partner killed was rather impatient. Yassen could not stand impatient men.
As Yassen read his email, the head of security stood up to leave the small, cramped office. Eric stayed behind. Two minutes later, yassen sent a rather long reply back to his impatient employer. When Yassen pocketed his phone he spoke to Eric privately in the first time in a week.
"Sir? May I speak to you for a moment, if you are not to busy?"
"Make it quick. I have a flight to book."
Eric pursed his lips and contemplated on how he ought to respond. In the end, he chose to talk to the assassin rather bluntly. After all, Eric and Yassen had fought before. The fights were physical at times, but Yassen always saw reason in the end and had yet tried to kill the man. Eric was no longer afraid of his boss. That didn't mean he never hesitated around Yassen as such.
"Sir, you haven't slept in almost two days. Actually, it has been two days now. An hour ago marked the forty-eight hour mark since you arrived back and had your shoulder stitched back up from the stray shrapnel piece.
You need to rest for at least eight hours before you head out and complete your next assignment. If you don't, you might make a mistake." Eric stared at the man. It was Eric's expertise and past military history in his family that the man was hired by Yassen. It was Eric's job to make sure that Yassen stayed in good health. Why else did Eric stay in the assassin's personal home. It definitely wasn't because the Russian assassin wanted company.
"I do plan on obtaining some sleep Eric after I have purchased my plane ticket. I will sleep upon arrival at the city's hotel. This discussion is over, but your concern has been noted."
Yassen left Dr. Morandi's office. Eric exited afterwards and shut the door. As yassen walked out of the medical facility, he saw Eric take the boys' vitals. Nurse Chapman was nowhere to be seen.
Back in Yassen's personal bedroom, the man recounted the events that surrounded his last stay back in London so many months ago around a particular newspaper entry two and a half weeks aftervhis major chest surgery. He thought about the article as he packed a small carry on bag with only the barest amount of essentials he would need. His flight was due to leave in two hours. Yassen would be flying to Berlin.
If the job was successful, Yassen would be paid a quarter of a million in Euros. He would not allow this kill to be messed up this time. He already lost $150,000 American dollars. He needed the money, but what he needed most, was better employees.
Once packed, Yassen drove himself to the local airport in St. Petersburg. He left a spare set of keys to Yaasen's helicopter with Eric should the man need to make a hasty retreat with Alex and Yassen's head of security. Yassen hoped that would not happen though. He didn't want to have to worry the boy (and his employee's safety) whilst he was away.
Upon his arrival at the airport, Yassen parked his car and went into the airport. He schooled his thoughts and thought of nothing but his next assignment. He paid close attention to his surroundings while keeping his head turned from the various cameras that were situated throughout the airport. It wouldn't fare to well if the assassin was indeed spotted. Not when the world thought for the most part that he was dead.
Boarding the plane was relatively easy seeing how it was so late in the evening. Yassen had managed to book the last flight of the night and saw in one of the seats in the back of the plane. This allowed Yassen to see all the passengers who boarded the plane as well. The only thing that yassen did not like about his seat was that it did not recline any. Still, this would be a short flight all in all.
Soon, the pilot spoke to all the boarded passengers on the plane in English, Russian, and German. It was required by all pilots to speak English rather fluently by the airline that Yassen chose to fly with. The pilot announced the upcoming take of. Before directing the passengers attentions to the flight attendants who began to instruct to them on what to do in an emergency and the rules they were expected to follow at all times.
Once the final pre-flight checks were completed, the plane began to move across the Tarmac. It turned right onto the runway suited for the large commercial airline and began to increase in speed. The seat belt lights flashed once more, reminding the passengers to buckle up if they were not already. The the placetitled upwards and rose high into the sky. The plane's pressurized cabin already working to ensure that the passengers could stay as comfortable as possible and breathe relatively easy with the cycled air provided free of charge.
Yassen relaxed as best as he could while remaining wary of those around. He was glad for the short flight. The seat he sat in happened to be very uncomfortable. Looking down from his window, Yassen could see the tiny splotches of light that signaled the various cities located below him under the darkened night sky. It was a very calming sight to behold.
