Chapter 5

Jane had gotten her bag and gotten the hell out of there with great ease, and she didn't even have to fire her gun. She jumped into a cab, and told the driver the address to her hotel. She sat back in the seat, it smelled vaguely of aftershave, and yet again, Jane was reminded of John.

When the cab stopped in front of The Sheraton Palace, Jane grabbed a hold of her bag, and gave the cabbie his money. She would be staying here until an unmarked car came to pick her up, and take her over to the Golden Apple, another hotel in Moscow, where her job would begin.

John turned off the car's engine, and silently shut the door. While walking up to the door, he heard a noise from within. It creeped him out, but it was probably just one of the techies trying to hook something up. Although, this hadn't happened before.

John decided to pull out his gun just in case. He approached the house silently, but when he opened the door, it squeaked and gave him away. A shot was fired, and John could feel his blood rushing. He didn't fell pain though, which was always good. It was dark in the base, and John couldn't see a damn thing. He didn't dare call out.

Walking around, John bumped into something. When he looked down he could see a body on the floor; John bent down and groped around for an idea tag or something. He pulled out the guy's wallet, and found that he was one of the techies for the firm. "Crap," John almost said aloud, but caught himself. He then tried for a pulse, but the dude was dead. There would be no saving him today. John stood up and another shot was fired. John was hit. Falling to the ground, he felt that his shoulder was on fire.

While Jane was in the shower, she slipped, and fell on her butt. "Ouch," she said aloud, and then felt something stab her in the chest. No not literally, but just as worse, something had happened to John. She needed to call him straight away. Jane just knew something was not right.

Without even bothering to wash off the soap, Jane tumbled out of the bathroom, and got to her cell phone just as it was ringing. She didn't check the caller ID; Jane just picked it up.

"Hello," she answered urgently.

"Mrs. Smith, I have urgent news about your mission tonight." It was Shnigovlf.

"Yes?" Jane said coolly.

"You must not go through with it, something has happened and we have gotten a tip, that his hotel suite will be surrounded by body guards. You will never get in alive. You must not go, I will send a replacement in your place," Shnigovlf said while sighing into the phone.

"Excuse me, but you do not have the authorization to do that. And I am a trained employee; I can do this job. I have dealt with much more deadly people than Mr. Ligori. So, if you do not let me get back to my job, I will call my official, and have you talk to him about my credentials." Jane said this, and then hung up, dying to call John.

"I must be dreaming," John thought, while he felt the sand beneath his toes. He could see the waves crashing on the beach, and Jane, lying down in the sand. She was glowing, radiant even. Like the light was calling his name, John walked over to her. She turned her head towards him.

"Oh baby, I have been waiting for you…" Jane said while standing up, and coming over to John. He just about melted as her lips touched his. Her whole body felt like a dream, but a damn good one. John was lost in her touch, when all of a sudden; he felt something vibrate in his pocket. This had never happened before…

Jane was calling John's cell, but only getting his voicemail. She decided to call again, until he answered.

John woke up, and found himself in the dark. "Shit," he said aloud, and then looked down at his pocket, which was glowing. It was the only light source in the base. He pulled it out, and the light hurt his eyes for a moment. His caller ID read Jane.

"Hello?" He said groggily.

"John?" At the sound of Jane's voice, John fell in love all over again. "It's Jane. Are you okay? You sound out of it?" Jane asked hurriedly, and John had a hard time keeping up.

"I'm fine." John said out of habit.

"Are you sure?" Jane asked, worry in her voice. "I just wanted to call and check up on how you were doing."

"I'm fine, I promise. I gotta go now, Jane. I will see you when you get home, okay, sweetie?" John rushed her off the phone, and then shut his off. He needed to get into some light, and look at his wound. "I wonder how long I was out for."