Part Four:
Two Years Later
The sun has set.
In a few hours, Greece will rest.
My feet, enclosed in new Italian leather, guide me into the resplendent lobby of the Hotel Korbos. The Armani suit I wear is a perfect fit. Courtesy of Irina.
It is necessary for me to look and feel older than I am. It gives me an extra boost of self-confidence, the feeling that I can really accomplish what I am about to do.
My mind is on autopilot now- I am aware of nothing but the slight turning of my stomach.
But there is no going back.
The lobby is busy, and I go unnoticed. Irina has assured me that security will not be an issue.
Once outside the door of room 605, third floor, I hesitate for an instant before inserting my key card into the slot. The door clicks, and I am reminded again of my thought long ago, that locks are useless.
It seems like it's been an eternity.
The door swings open noiselessly.
I see him in the corner, reading.
Suddenly everything comes back to me, in painful awareness.
"We recovered the intel I gave to you two years ago." His head snaps up. "About the Hughlett- Garner building. It was accurate."
Savanoff's eyes slowly show recognition. His mouth curves up in a slight smile, one full of contempt. "The young one. 'Mr. Sark.'"
He is unarmed, I tell myself- unarmed and helpless. "Apparently the failure to recover the weapons. was due to your own men's incompetence."
"Perhaps. The matter was a trivial one."
"Trivial enough to have caused the death of an innocent woman." It is somewhere between a question and an accusation.
"I stand by what I said before. Children should not be allowed to meddle in adults' business."
In one swift movement I draw out my gun and pull the trigger.
He slumps down. His book falls from his hands and drops to the floor. His eyes are wide open.
Scarlet runs from the wound, down his forehead, and disappears under his beard.
But I am not a child.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I turn to go. My features are the same- blond hair, blue eyes, slightly crooked lower lip.
But so different.
It is not Andrew Ellison.
Only a stranger. The stranger I have become.
The stranger I will live with for the rest of my life.
End
A/N: So, what do you think? This was my first fan fic and regardless of how short it seems, it took FOREVER to write and plan. Review, s'il vous plait, and I will love ya for it. Thanks for reading!
Two Years Later
The sun has set.
In a few hours, Greece will rest.
My feet, enclosed in new Italian leather, guide me into the resplendent lobby of the Hotel Korbos. The Armani suit I wear is a perfect fit. Courtesy of Irina.
It is necessary for me to look and feel older than I am. It gives me an extra boost of self-confidence, the feeling that I can really accomplish what I am about to do.
My mind is on autopilot now- I am aware of nothing but the slight turning of my stomach.
But there is no going back.
The lobby is busy, and I go unnoticed. Irina has assured me that security will not be an issue.
Once outside the door of room 605, third floor, I hesitate for an instant before inserting my key card into the slot. The door clicks, and I am reminded again of my thought long ago, that locks are useless.
It seems like it's been an eternity.
The door swings open noiselessly.
I see him in the corner, reading.
Suddenly everything comes back to me, in painful awareness.
"We recovered the intel I gave to you two years ago." His head snaps up. "About the Hughlett- Garner building. It was accurate."
Savanoff's eyes slowly show recognition. His mouth curves up in a slight smile, one full of contempt. "The young one. 'Mr. Sark.'"
He is unarmed, I tell myself- unarmed and helpless. "Apparently the failure to recover the weapons. was due to your own men's incompetence."
"Perhaps. The matter was a trivial one."
"Trivial enough to have caused the death of an innocent woman." It is somewhere between a question and an accusation.
"I stand by what I said before. Children should not be allowed to meddle in adults' business."
In one swift movement I draw out my gun and pull the trigger.
He slumps down. His book falls from his hands and drops to the floor. His eyes are wide open.
Scarlet runs from the wound, down his forehead, and disappears under his beard.
But I am not a child.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I turn to go. My features are the same- blond hair, blue eyes, slightly crooked lower lip.
But so different.
It is not Andrew Ellison.
Only a stranger. The stranger I have become.
The stranger I will live with for the rest of my life.
End
A/N: So, what do you think? This was my first fan fic and regardless of how short it seems, it took FOREVER to write and plan. Review, s'il vous plait, and I will love ya for it. Thanks for reading!