Chapter six: First Day on the Job

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"Fi?" There was knock on the bedroom door.

"What Sam?" Fiona snapped out of her trance, and came out of the little ball she was curled up in.

"Open the door." This time it was Jesse.

Fiona hopped off the bed and made her way to the door. Flinging it open, and putting on an irritated face she said, "What do you want?"

"We got a job. We're gonna need some help." Sam explained. They didn't really need help. Sam, Jesse and Madeline all knew that she was hurt about Michael leaving. Of course she would never give them the satisfaction of knowing. So, they decided to get her out of that room.

Fiona considered closing the door in their faces. However. That would make it seem like she wasn't all right. It was true, but they couldn't know that. Fiona blankly stared at the two.

"It's real easy. It'll pay good." Jesse attempted to convince the angry Fiona.

"Fine. What's the job?"

"My lady friend told me about this one. One of her friends, also rich, had some expensive art stolen. She thinks it was her ex-husband, who lost everything in the divorce, but he threatened her. We're gonna meet her now."

"Alright, let's go."

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Michael lifted his head from his hands, and stood from the bed. There was always time to feel sorry for your self after the operation was finished. Besides, he had work to do.

Michael unpacked his bag, and made a slick in the wall for passports and personal papers. Sitting on the bed Michael leafed through the case file. Time to get to know Sadko Botkina.

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Fiona sat on the couch between Sam and Jesse. The house was huge. When Sam said rich he wasn't kidding.

"So Samantha, tell us what happened." Sam gave his charming smile.

"Well a few years ago my husband, Garrett and I got divorced. Last week some very expensive artwork was stolen from my house."

"And you suspected Garrett?" Fiona filled in.

"Yes."

"Why did you think he would steal the artwork?" Jesse asked.

"Well Garrett didn't get much in the divorce. Lately he's been calling saying I owe him money, he said that I stole it all from him." Samantha paused. "Three days ago I was out to lunch with some friends and Garrett pulled up. He started yelling saying that he was expecting money. I told him he wasn't getting anything and he flipped. He threw our table on the floor, and had to be dragged out by security. The whole time he was screaming 'You're dead!' I see his car drive around the street some times, and he just slows down in front of my house."

"Don't worry we can help." Fiona assured her.

"Where does you ex work?" Jesse asked.

"He doesn't have a job. He was fired months ago."

"Do you know where he lives?" Sam piped in.

"I have no idea. I'd be surprised if he could afford a home."

"Fiona will stay with you for a while, to make sure you're safe." Jesse explained. "You need to call if he ever comes back around. Sam, let's go see what we can find out about this guy."

Sam nodded and stood from the couch. Jesse picked up his crutches and followed Sam to the car.

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Michael and Will snuck around the side of the old ratty building. Groups of men were climbing out of two boats. There were about 25 or so men.

"Alright lets go." Will started to move around the corner when Michael held out a hand and stopped him.

"Kid, you can't just waltz in there. Wait until they're given orders."

Michael and Will sat for a few minutes until another man came out of the building. He seemed higher ranked in the organization. The man went to the groups that had just been smuggled in from Russia. He spoke in Russian giving orders.

"Is that Sadko Botkina?" Michael whispered.

"Yeah that's him."

Sadko had the men unloading some boxes from the boats and running around doing things.

"Now we go." Michael said. They hurried over towards the boats and began to help unload boxes.

"Hey! You, come here." Sadko spoke in Russian, and called Will over to him.

Will looked at Michael, who pretended he didn't notice. Will rushed over to Sadko.

"What's your name?"

"Leonid Koserski."

"Come with me."

Will followed Sadko into the building. Russians were running around, with papers and boxes of explosives and guns. Jeez that's a lot for stealing secrets. Will thought.

The Russian led Will to a closed door that said "Interrogation" on the door in Russian.

"Have you done interrogation before?"

Will froze. Interrogation for Russian organizations that steal secrets, is not just asking a few questions.

"Yes."

"Assist Varlam he needs back up."

"Okay." Will entered the room to see a bloody man strapped to a chair, a crazy Russian with a knife, and a cart full of sharp things.

Varlam was around his late forties. He was a big man but he looked very strong.

"Varlam?"

"Yes."

"I was sent to assist you."

"Good. This American…" Varlam spat the word. "…will not give me some names I need. Would you like to encourage him?"

Will panicked, but managed to stay completely calm on the outside. You just have to roll the punches. Literally in that operatives case.

Will let out a small laugh and threw on his charming, evil smile. "I'd love too."

Drawing back his arm Will punched the man in the gut, causing him to let out a loud yell. It probably wasn't the first time he'd been hit. It's not like Will put all his force into it. He had slowed down slightly before he hit the guy.

"Not bad, kid." Why was everyone calling him that today? Varlam smiled. "What's your name?"

"Leonid Koserski."

"Are you with the transfers from Russia today?"

"Yes."

"Ah, what branch of the organization are you from?"

"The one in Omsk."

"So you were trained well in hand to hand combat?"

Will acted nonchalant. "Weren't we all?"

"Yes, but the branch in Omsk has the best at hand to hand."

"I guess you could say so."

"Alright, Leonid. Let's see if you're any good at interrogation too." Varlam cruelly smiled. He pulled out his knife and held it to the side of the Americans face. "Tell me what I want to know you bastard!"

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