Author's note. Thanks for being patient. I've been ill, so haven't had much time for updating. Hope this is worth the wait. as ever Italics are voices in Russian
Chapter 11
"We should wait for back-up." Volk muttered, though he knew it was pointless.
"He'll be gone by the time they arrive." Vixen replied.
"Well at least send the civilian back." He demanded, glancing at Jack, who was standing, red-eyed, in the alley behind them.
Vixen chuckled softly. "Not a chance, she's vital to my plan."
She stood still for a moment, her head cocked slightly so that she resembled her codename.
Then, at some signal audio able only to her, she nodded.
"Let's go." She said in English.
*
The more Alex thought about it, the more the name Yassen seemed familiar.
He knew he'd seen the man before. Especially in the last few months he had been a frequent visitor in his father's house, but he'd never heard his name.
Yet in his nightmares, he remembered this man. Heard the sound of gun shots, and his own voice saying,
"You killed my uncle."
And the soft voice replying,
"I've killed a lot of people."
The dream was so vivid that he could smell the gun smoke in the air, heard the roar of a helicopter and see London spread out before him, despite the fact he knew he'd never visited the Capitalist citadel. It scared him. So much so, that despite Yassen telling him to sleep, he'd just closed his eyes. But the dreams played against his eyelids.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him.
"We leave." Yassen said firmly.
"Not so fast!" a voice came from behind Yassen's back.
Suddenly he was spun around, and there was a gun pressed against his head.
"He's got a gun."
Volk remembered why he hated civilians. He could see the man, whom he recognised from the wanted pictures as Yassen, had a gun. And he no doubt that he would follow through on his threat. He lowered his gun.
Vixen's gun however remained pointing squarely at Yassen.
"He's not going to use it." She said, quietly.
"What?!" Volk demanded. "Vixen, he has killed three hundred people that we know of, including Ian Rider."
"But he won't kill Alex." Vixen said, her eyes meeting Yassen's. "Will you?"
Yassen shook his head, but the gun remained at Alex's temple.
"Together?" Vixen said, calmly.
"On three." Yassen spoke for the first time.
"One."
"Two."
"Three." They said together. The guns fell to the floor.
Confused and feeling rather foolish, Volk copied them. Jack gazed at the three of them, her eyes always returning to Alex, who Yassen still held, though he more supporting him, as the child had gone limp.
"What in god's name…?" Volk began, but Vixen interrupted.
"There's a bit of the story I never told you."
TBC