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Ch. 3
"Syd, have you seen my wallet?" asked Vaughn as he and Sydney got ready to go out to dinner that evening with Nadia and Weiss.
"No I haven'," replied Sydney from the bathroom. "Did you check the pair of pants that you were wearing earlier?"
Vaughn picked up the pants he had worn earlier and felt the pockets for the wallet; finding them empty he abandoned them and picked up the jacket that he had been wearing and carefully examined the pockets. Reaching into the pocket in which he had placed his wallet earlier, he extracted a small faded photograph of a baby girl. He stared at the foreign picture.
"Vaughn, what is it?" asked Sydney coming over to him.
"It's nothing ," said Vaughn quickly as he put the picture back into his pocket.
"Nadia and Eric are ready to go to the Bar and Grill. Are we ready?"inquired Sydney.
"Sure," said Vaughn. "Let me just place a call to Marshall." Vaughn sat down on the bed and dialed Marshall. "Marshall, its Vaughn. Could you activate the GPS system on my wallet?...I think it got lifted when we arrived. Thanks." he hung up. "Let's go."
"A, you ready to go?" asked her roommate Greta Crietz. "Don't tell me that you forgot we're tending the bar tonight did you?"
Adriana stepped out from her room wrapped in a big fluffy white towel, her long breast length brown hair hung in wet clumps having just stepped out of the shower. "I didn't forget. I just had a rough day at work."
"You're a paralegal, how is that stressful?" remarked Greta. Adriana rolled her eyes as her roommate continued talking. "Go get dressed, Charlie and Vince are picking us up at half the hour. Phil said to dress hot, cause you might be dancing tonight. I say wear your black leather pants and that backless silk top that matches your eyes." Adriana rolled her emerald green eyes and went back into her room to get dressed.
"What can I get you to drink sir?" asked Adriana as she scanned the crowded bar.
"A Virgin suicide," replied the man in front of her. "On the rocks."
"Coming right up," she replied mixing the drink, as she handed the drink to him she saw the man who's wallet that she had lifted exit the men's restroom and go to the lounge where he joined some other people at a table.
"Phil, I'm going out for a smoke," she called as she stepped out the back door into the alley and lit a cigarette to calm her nerves. She took a long drag and slowly exhaled.
Once she finished her cigarette and ground the butt with her heal, she turned to go back into the bar. As she put her hand on the door handle, she heard a noise and a deep male voice say,
"I never got my virgin suicide."
She whirled around and said,
"What do you want?"
"A virgin suicide," said the man advancing.
"We serve drinks inside sir," Adriana said fighting down an unknown fear that was rising up inside of her.
"I'm not thirsty Juliet," said the man. Adriana froze. The man was three feet away from her and wielding a gun. He took a step forward and she dove to the left slamming her right shoulder onto the crumbling concrete and rolling to her feet holding her small customized gun in one hand and her double edged knife in the other; both were small enough to be easily concealed in the waistband of her pants.
"Karl sent you didn't he?" she said, the man smiled,"Did he forget to tell you that I don't respond nicely to threats?" she added taking a step toward him. The man fired a shot as she charged and kicked him in the gut. She ducked feeling the heat of the bullet whiz by her cheek. She connected with a roundhouse kick to the head. The man swung at her with a hefty rusty pipe, striking the small of her back. She cried out in pain as the pipe bit her flesh, before throwing her knife embedding it squarely in the center of his chest. He looked surprised to be hit and even more when she fired a shot into his left shoulder which sent him crashing to the ground. Limping toward him she jerked her knife from his chest. The man was barely conscious. She gingerly opened his mouth and cut out his tongue throwing it aside before she rammed her knife into the center of each eye the blood and vitrious humor squishing out onto her hands. Wiping her knife on his jacket and tucking it back with her gun in her waistband, she hauled the barely conscious man up and out to the street where she hailed a taxi and shoved the man into the backseat.
"Take this man to the hospital immediately, there was a vicious bar fight," she instructed the terrified cab driver, she gave him a generous amount of money and he drove away.
Vaughn looked up from the table, where he sat with Sydney and Weiss, to see a wild eyed Adriana hurry through the bar to the restrooms.
Once in the bathrooms she quickly washed off her knife and restocked it into the saftey of her waistband before she set to scrubbing the blood off of her hands with a strong soap and water.
"Are you okay miss?" asked a friendly female voice belonging to Nadia Santos as she stepped from one of the stalls.
"I stumbled in the back alley while on my smoking break," Adriana replied.
"That must have been quite a stumble," said Nadia. Adriana nodded. "Did you know that your back is slightly bleeding?"
"Oh, shit," said Adriana, rinsing her hands and wetting a paper towel to attend to the wound.
"Allow me," said Nadia taking the towel and dabbing some soap on it before she lightly dabbed at the cut. "I'm Nadia by the way," she said.
"J-Adriana," Adriana replied. "You're from the States?"
"Yes," said Nadia. "How about you?"
"I was born in France," said Adriana. "But I've lived in Vienna all my life. I know my English is perfect. Very little accent, not?"
"Vienna is a lovely old burg," said Nadia as she finished attending to Adriana's back. "I predict that your back will be mighty sore in the morning."
"Thank you," said Adriana.
"No problem," said Nadia with a smile.
"May I ask why you came to Vienna?" asked Adriana timidly.
"My husband Eric and I are looking to adopt," answered Nadia with her cover story.
"There is an orphanage three blocks from where I live on High Street. There is a sweet old lady who runs the place. I suggest that you look there," said Adriana.
"Thank you," said Nadia.
"No problem," said Adriana with a smile. "I best get back to work." Nadia nodded as Adriana left the bathroom and Nadia returned to the table where Sydney, Vaughn and Weiss were sitting.
"Our target has green eyes like Vaughn?" said Nadia as they sat in Sydney and Vaughn's suite in the hotel.
"Yes," said Sydney. "Exactly like Vaughn's."
"You saw her too?" said Vaughn.
"I spoke to her," said Nadia. "She looked like she had suffered a real fright. She was in the bathroom and she was washing off blood and dirt. I helped her wash the blood off of her back. I asked her if she was okay and she said that she had taken a stumble in the back ally while on her smoke break. She looked like she had been attacked. Her hair was tangled, her eyes were wild and she looked like she was in pain and kind of self conscious of her actions."
"Do you think that she was attacked?" asked Marshall.
"Or was she the attacker?" said Weiss. "Jack and Sloane both said that she was dangerous. Could her scared frightened act be an alias to cover something or to obtain information?"
"I don't think that she knows why we are here," said Sydney.
"Actually she asked me, why I was here," said Nadia. "I gave her my cover story that I was here with my husband Eric and we were looking to adopt. She recommended this orphanage run by a sweet old lady, three blocks from where she lives on High Street."
"So we have a rough idea of where she lives now," said Vaughn. "Did she say anything else Nadia?"
"Yes, she said that she was born in France, but had lived in Vienna for the majority of her life. Her English is impeccable. Very, very little accent," replied Nadia.
"Vaughn, your wallet arrived," said Marshall. "It was turned into the US Embassy by a woman named Juliet V.B. Donahue."
"Juliet V.B. Donahue?" repeated Vaughn looking at Sydney. "It sounds vaguely familiar. I just cant place it where though, like a distant memory or something. Marshall, can you reference it ?"
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