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by Amarthril

MI5 isn't the only intelligence agency. Sasha Gavrik returns home to Russia and his job with the FSB after series 10 of Spooks (MI5). An assassination plot on his father – Ilya's – life may be the only thing that can heal their broken relationship. Rated K for the usual espionage-type action and themes.

10. Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

This one's short but once again necessary to my story arc so bear with me.

The late night denizens of Moscow's dingy industrial sector were startled out of their chemically induced stupors to notice a dark orange BMW first series M coupe speeding through the otherwise deserted streets.

"Humph" Ivan grunted, huddling closer to the fire. Damn rich kids. Think they own this city.

The BMW screeched to an abrupt halt and a tired looking but smartly dressed man in dark jeans and black jacket jumped out and ran into the nearby deserted warehouse.

Ivan stared at the warehouse for a few seconds. Nothing. Some university prank. He turned back to the fire, warming his weathered hands over the crackling flames.

After several minutes the car still remained running across the street. Ivan's companions had cautiously crept up to the car in hopes of stashing some valuables.

The eruption of a loud thud from the warehouse scattered the street's inhabitants. The tired looking young man sprinted from the warehouse and jumped back in his car. He raced off back through the streets.

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Sasha gunned his BMW down the sleet covered street. The Chinese assassin wasn't there. I've been fed bad intel. He dialled Stepan over the car's speakers. After five dials the call went through to message bank.

"Damn." Sasha swore while bringing the car sharp around corner. He tried to dial Leo. Up ahead the highway tunnel was approaching. I don't have long till I go out of range. The call rang. Finally Leo picked up.

"Sasha, what's happening?" Leo asked. Sasha was now in the tunnel and losing reception fast. Before Sasha could reply Leo began speaking,

"Kuzmin wants you back here to debrief Ekat-"

Sasha interjected, speaking over Leo,

"Leo no. Don't trust-" The call cut out.

"Дерьмо!"Sasha thumped his hands on the steering wheel then pressed the accelerator harder and felt the car surge forward. What the hell do I do? The orange tunnel lights flickered past, briefly illuminating his face.

Sasha checked his Satnav, 20 minutes to the café safehouse where his father was hidden. Grimacing, he shifted into fifth gear.