Author Note: I would like to thank all who have expressed interest in my continued writing of this fan fic. I appareciate it.

Chaper 3

I arrived in Moscow annoyed, but alive for now. I had failed in that mission, I knew that Jovovich would need a report. So I climbed in my jeep and returned home, I had a message on the machine, I didn't have to hit the button to know what it was. Lifting my cordless phone I found myself pacing before dialing the number. It wasn't fear that had stalled me, it was the building frustration I felt for failing in this simple mission. I had allowed a bunch of shadows to get the better of me.

I had the wounds still semi fresh in my back and shoulder to prove that wasn't a lie. I felt my teeth bite my tongue, this followed with a sharp grunt. Walking toward my wooden deck I peered through the glass only to dial the number, tapping the small antennae against my shoulder. After a few rings someone finally picked up, the voice only said. "Bayman I am dissapointed in you. Not only did you fail to kill Donovan, but you failed to kill a little girl."

The taunts made me growl, "Watch yourself Jovovich. I am no dog and I answer to nobody." I warned with the threat I could easily find him if I desired it. It seemed my threat left a little silence on the opposite end of the phone. Though finally Jovovich would speak up, "Doesn't matter anymore Bayman thats to many mistakes, one good job doesn't fix it." I was about to snap, however a sound caught my full attention. What was that?

I caught a glimpse of purple hair only to feel a kick into my stomach. The kick was powerful, sending me toppling back and shattering through my glass door. I found my body laying against the snowy deck of my balcony. My right hand pushing off the ground as I rose to my feet, getting a mere second to see my attacker. That damn target found me did she?I must have been getting sloppy, doesn't matter anymore now I will rectify my mistake.

The girl would throw a quick finger strike toward my throat. I spent years training my body to make me the most deadly defensive fighter. This poor kunnoichi was going to know it now. Leaning back a little, I caught her wrist. Jerking her into me I locked her arm. I had full intention to tear her arm from the socket. Falling short of my desire when she kicked my leg. It forced me to shove her forward, her body crashing into the side of the railing.

Not getting a second to breath I saw her take an odd stance, her back to me was she stupid? Moving forward without any thought I recieved a suprise. Her form spining toward me, I felt at least four elbows smash into my face and mouth. This would knock me back a step nearly knocking me down. Only for me to catch an image of the girl down only to push up. Her foot catching my chin, this would send me high into the air, my body landing sprawled out on the snowy deck.

My blood oozed from my lips all over the white snow, that hurt almost unexplainably. This girl could truly fight it was impressive. I felt more and more alive with every passing second we exchanged blows. So much I found myself rising to my feet, probably faster than I should. My lips forming a sinful smile, speaking in basic English. "Not bad girl." Even if my English was perfect my heavy Russian accent smothered it with an almost a blanket style effect.

I did get a satisfied feeling realizing the girl had thought I was done. Noticing her step back, only to push forward with that same corkscrew kick of hers. Not again, I was ready. Her speed was good, my reaction time was better. Stepping to the side she passed me. Only to begin to rise, rushing over I wrapped my large arms around her neck squeezing tightly. It was over, I felt her little hands reach up to grasp my forearm for leverage. No I found myself stalling when I should have killed her.

"Grahh." My grunt was followed when I clutched the little girls neck and head spinning both of us. Only to release her tossing her through the wooden siderail of my deck. The force I used easily crushed the planks the girl flying off of them. Walking over to the edge I looked down witnessing her body falling toward the snow of the cliffs side. Leaping down I had to make sure the girl was dead. I didn't need her attacking me when I was asleep now did I?

I landed with a simple thud into the snow, however to a rather annoyed outcome the girl wasn't there. Shit, the simple word was all I could do feeling a punch into my stomach, followed by a throat thrust. Then another painful uppercut with her feet. This knocked my feet out from under me slamming me into a semi snow covered tree. My head rocked hard against the tree, blood seeping down my forehead, and blood pouring from my lips.

Even as I sat on my ass, I could still hear the girls panting. She was tired, almost sounded like she had a broken rib. Good she was tiring, I couldn't take another shot like I did, she was fast and strong. This needed to end or I would be the one unable to wake up after this dream. Hearing her feet push off the snow I made my move. Using a tank roll to get out of her direct eye view I moved forward. Her body turned to face me, that was the mistake. Rising my knee up I caught her in the stomach. Amplified by the tree she slammed into I witnessed her scream.

It almost hurt my ears and I felt her head lean forward on my black water soaked t-shirt. My right hand coming up to rub through her soft purple strands of hair. She was fragile and soft, yet as deadly as any knife I owned. All I had to now was snap her neck, she wouldn't feel any pain, yet I stalled a second time. Stepping back I let her body fall into the snow, another time. Maybe I was just hoping for a second fight, or inviting my own death either was possible.

Limping up the side of the cliff I reached my home, walking in and surveying the wreckage. It looked horrible, such a damn mess that girl made. Leaning down to pick up what used to be a painting I heard something. "What!" The thin metal pierced my neck, the feeling in my legs began to leave me. combined with the exaustion and quickly forming bruises from the fight with that girl. I found myself face first into my marble tiled floor seeing white boots approach from the side. A faint voice passing my ears the simple sentence I couldn't forget even as I passed out into darkness.

"Donovan is waiting for you."