~ ilya ~
I'd been sitting in the jet for twenty minutes, waiting for the captain to fucking move already.
The alcohol was slowly seeping out of my system. I glanced out of the window at Milan's flittering skyline. In the darkness, it was almost beautiful.
But nothing was beautiful anymore.
"Vik!" I growled at the brigadier, who was sitting behind me.
"Босс?" he responded, appearing in sight.
Gritting my teeth, I had to pause. My skull was pounding.
Unhelpfully, it was then that the jet began to move. Dizziness was something I'd learned to master. Clenching my eyes shut, I waited for the wave to pass.
Eventually, I spoke, "Ничего—" [Never mind—]
Unexpectedly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Fishing out the device, I found that it was an unfamiliar, foreign number.
Frowning, I answered it. Only my ears to be assaulted by a frantic voice.
Wincing, I held it back. But the screeching was still too loud.
"Заткнись!" I groaned. [shut up]
"What?" the Italian girl asked, but carried on, "Didn't you hear me?"
I listened impatiently as the ground became more distant. How did she find my number?
"What?" I snapped.
"I said, Phoenix is here, you bastard!"
The phone clattered to the ground. I shot to my feet, shouting, "Стоп!" [stop!]
Vik returned beside me, wearing a questioning expression.
I barrelled past him to the cockpit.
"Верните этот самолет на землю!" I barked at the pilot. [Get this plane back on the ground]
"Но—" [But—]
"Cейчас!" [Now]
I tapped my foot impatiently, as the pilot spoke into his intercom to the air traffic controllers. I heard commotion, but I paid no heed to it.
If Phoenix was in Italy, I would not be leaving anytime soon.
Eventually, the pilot circled the airport and then, we touch-downed again on the runway.
I hurried down the steps of the jet and climbed into the SUV.
I dialled the previous number. Gianna Fioretti picked up, immediately.
"Where?" I growled.
"We're tracking a car. They're in Milan," she replied.
I heard the start of an engine on the other end.
Vik, wordlessly, followed and I barked, "Milan" to him.
It was convenient that the airport was only a matter of miles from the outskirts of the city.
"Who's they?" I demanded.
"I-I actually don't know," she said after a moment, "There was this man—"
My fists clenched.
"And she was unconscious the last time I saw her."
I slammed the phone down. It shattered on the dashboard.
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