Chapter 10- Behind enemy lines
By now Ava and Kensei had gone outside to keep watch, giving Zamfir and Tatiana some time to talk alone. By now the rain had begun to rain profusely, and under the grey cloud above them, a slight mist started to form. Ten minutes had passed since they last spoke a word to each other; they just stood there at opposite sides of the room, starring at each other in silent thought. The rain continued to beat against the rusty structure, almost as to force itself in. The silence was then broken, with a soft, serene note being hummed by Tatiana. She held the note until she was out of breath, inhaled, and then began to speak.
"We came from the battle, blood soaked sweat streaming down ever corner of our bodies. The horror, gory scenes were forever engraved into our eyes. The bodies of children, the limbs of women, and the hearts of lovers. I have seen the dark side of war. I have seen politicians and ministers alike, sit in their homes while the people suffer and die as they await some form of salvation. Yet we fought on. We fought for freedom, we fought for the safety of generations to come, but alas it was a fool's thought. This war was not for freedom, this war was not for justice, this war was for the devil. For only he could use us living vessels as pawns against one another. I have seen war." She then stopped for a moment to wipe away a tear, she from the beginning, had been keeping inside.
"You speak with emotion, but choose to show none." Zamfir said, now moving to close a window, that now had flung open by the gusts howling outside.
"First time I questioned Blake's judgement, he told me that story. For him telling me that story showed me what kind of man he really is." She turned around and smiled at him, but the smile turned into a serious expression instantly. "He's dangerous Zam; he alone was trained by the best teacher in our line of work ... Lucifer himself. He threw away his heart years ago, in exchange for the unrivalled ability to control any situation he finds himself in. The organisation realised this a long time ago, but rather than to get rid of him, they ignored it. For as the saying goes, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. He was as close as you can get. Now however he has found out something which has stirred up movement in the high ranks. As of five hours ago, a kill on sight order was issued for him, and all of us associated with him."
This had Zamfir lost for words for a brief moment. He himself had grown up in the syndicate, but never once had the entire organisation been given a black order against one of their own, further more anyone else. Just want was that crazy old man up to, he thought to himself.
"Where is he now," he asked.
"Your guess is as good as mine. He had been staying at a hotel near Washington at the time the order was issued, but when I got there, it was all cleared out. I asked a question at the desk as to when he had left, but the answer I got was a little surprising. They claimed no one had stayed in that room for the last 3 weeks, was suppose to be expanded for a more expensive suite."
"So right now he's gone..., well that's just typical of him to do. Since your here, what can you tell me about 52 midnight."
She slowly got up from the table she had been sitting on, grabbed her gun from the back she had been holding, and then looked at him. "52 midnight was my second mission with Blake as his bodyguard rather than him being mine. It was a simple mission; Zee was a double agent working for the French as a mole in Russian intelligence. I don't know much after that, but that there was a package we had been assigned to pick up with Zee as our guide. Blake did not let me put my eyes on it, but it was a standard shaped box. No really distinctive features... well there was a strange symbol engraved on the top of it, looked like a S, but I can't say for sure."
Zamfir cell then rang; he answered it, and then got up in a hurry. "What's the matter," Tatiana asked him, already in pursuit.
"That was our travel plans miss, we're leaving."
"Leaving? Where the hell are we going Waltz," she said as she rushed to grab her other bags she had left in the room.
"The peaceful and fun loving country of Russia my dear."