"What are we going to do now, sir?" asked the agent while I was dressing my wounds.
"Return to Russia right after this dumb meeting," I answered, drinking water after I had finished bandaging my injuries.
"How? The police and security are looking everywhere for you and are watching the airport closely."
"We'll fly our own plane," I told him, "Now, wire Alexander and tell him we'll leave right after the meeting." I finished wrapping up my wounds and left the room.
"Aren't you going to attend the meeting, sir?" the agent asked.
"Of course not," I responded, "I have better things to do with my time, like go kill people."
"What?"
"I mean... like, go and pack up the stuff we need for the trip back," I corrected myself. I exited the room and started to pack up storage with Tomara.
After we were finished, I turned to her.
"Hey," I said, "Go and keep an eye on Moralés while I check up on Adrian. And if you lay a finger on him, I'll decorate the walls with your fucking brains, since you don't need them anyway."
"Yes, sir," she said as she walked out the door. I walked down the corridor leading to the room we left Adrian in. Hopefully, Misha left his pulse behind.
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Hero
ActionAfter four years have gone by, fifteen-year-old Adrian Belov-Moralés enters his rebellious phase, getting in trouble with the police several times, disrespecting his adoptive parents Samantha and Rodriguez Moralés, and even running away from home. H...
