Chapter 7, ghosts of the past
Confusion and disbelief crashed through Alex. Standing before him was a man who was supposed to have died two years ago. Yet here he was, right in front of him.
"You're dead." He said stupidly.
The girl next to him rolled her eyes. Yassen Gregorovich shook his head.
"I don't think so. If I was, would I stand here now?"
Struggling to control his emotions, Alex asked,
"What…why are you here?"
Before answering, Yassen turned to the girl and spoke rapidly in Russian. Alex caught the word 'Ivana' and guessed correctly that it was the girl's name. Ivana nodded to Yassen and ran back the way she had come, disappearing into the fog and quickly dimming evening. Yassen then turned to Alex.
"Come, I will explain everything when we are at the safe house."
Suddenly, anger burst through the turmoil inside Alex.
"You can't be serious…you're supposedly dead for two years and then pop up and expect me to cooperate?!" He yelled.
Yassen's eyes narrowed when he listened to this outburst.
"Yes, I expect you to come or I will force you." His voice was icy.
Cold, sharp metal suddenly pressed against Alex's neck. He swallowed dryly; Ivana had snuck up behind him.
"I though you said you never could hurt John Rider's son?" He said quietly, gauging Yassen's face.
For a moment, Alex thought he'd picked the wrong words, but then, Ivana released him. Yassen nodded slowly.
"You're right of course. That was a wrong selection of words on my behalf. I won't hurt you, but it would definitely be to your advantage to hear me out." The Russian said.
Thinking quickly, Alex realized that this was something important. Why else would the ghosts (almost literally) of his past suddenly reappear? Missing out on this might affect his life forever.
"Fine, I'll come." He said.