Author's Note: Yeah I'm back. I lost inspiration for awhile, but I have found my love for writing again!
Part 3
Moscow
"I said I'd explain everything once we arrived in Moscow," Mona whispered slowly into Sloane's ear. They were alone in the limousine, but Sloane knew Mona's style. Seduction would play a big part in their new arrangement; it was no different than Irina's even if less subtle.
"Yes, and I've waited patiently. I expect my answer," he spoke in a normal voice; he had no time for her games.
Mona's eyes flashed dangerously at his comment, but as quickly as it appeared it was gone. She moved her head from next to Sloane's face and sat back against the leather seats.
"I knew Jack Grimaldi would try to murder me and have his Pig friends stand and watch him," she began scathingly, "So once I had him arrested I contacted Yelena. She placed a man in the courthouse and had him slip me the Rambaldi fluid once the scene cleared. I was just fine if not a little pissed."
"And Jack?"
She smirked and smiled, "I took a trip to his bar, restaurant, whatever it was. He thought I was a dream; it was so pathetic, he begged to live so he could see his wife again. I killed him and then found and killed his wife. You should have seen her struggle as I choked the life out of her. It was a lovely way to welcome myself back to life."
"Lovely," Sloane responded.
"Isn't it though? Yes, it feels good to live again, and to have another arm. I know things about Rambaldi that even Yelena or Irina have yet to discover."
"Yes," he agreed, he wondered if Mona was yet another searching for immortality or the true meaning behind Rambaldi's work. Yelena knew, but in the end she had to die. She would not stay loyal, something he was sure was a trait none of the Derevko Sisters carried on their DNA.
The limousine stopped in front of a hotel.
"We will be staying here, while my people make you disappear. It seems your CIA had pulled out all stops to find you. Once we feel my niece or her father will not suddenly appear here, I will take you to where my artifacts are hidden."