Lourmarin, France
Ruyan's pov:
Ruyan removed her dark sunglasses, as her eyes darted back and forth to the painting of beheading of John the Baptist. She was sure that one of these spies or assassins would try outbid her for it. She couldn't let that happen. She would out smart them somehow. There was nothing that she couldn't handle or do? If they thought just was one random collector, they were wrong! She was Rogue.
She admired the painting although probably wouldn't be staying in her safe house in Rome for long. It was always good to have a painting there. Her business with Kenton would be done after this. Slowly glanced catching a glimpse of a woman with pitch-black hair with pale skin and forest green eyes.
There was something sinister and cold about her
She thought
Ruyan remembered seeing a man coming to the door to talk to of ladies there. She still had the photograph of her sister now, and then she would look at it. Many times over the year she wondered what happened to her sister after the orphan home? She wished she knew what happened? Back when she was a foreign agent for the KGB, they had told her that there was no record of her ever having a sister? But she knew better, and that she had a sister.
Victor causally walked over to Ruyan to where she was looking at the painting. He couldn't help noticing the resemblance in Ruyan that he had seen Grey. He was a keen observer of people, that's what made him so powerful and dangerous. Plus, he knew their weakness.
Could be a coincidence
He though
" Madame Ruyan, I see that you're admiring the famous painting of the beheading of John the Baptist," Victor said in a curious tone
"Yes Victo like it speaks to me," Ruyan remarked in Russian accent.
"It's worth a killing in the black market, also you might like St.Agatha head relic too," Victor said in calm, cool tone.
"Who's your new head of security, Victor," Ruyan questioned in a curious tone.
"Her name is Azalea Elizabeth Grey, I think you two might know each other somehow," Victor told her
"Why do you say that,"Ruyan asked.
"Oh, just a feeling I have," Victor replied.
"Listen Victor, I'll put my bid twenty million dollars in for the painting right now. I'm will not let them outbid me for it got it," Ruyan scowled.
He gestured Grey to bring over the laptop as she did. After that she opened up laptop; eyeing Ruyan closely studying her. Grey couldn't help but wonder if Madame Ruyan was her sister. Yes,she still that picture of sister, every now and then she would Look at it, wondering, whatever happened to her?
"Madame Ruyan, you can enter password on the screen for one offshore bank accounts," Victor said in a serious tone.
Ruyan typed in her password on the screen. A few seconds later a different screen flashed on, showing the Citibank Russia. She entered the amount into one of the offshore bank's accounts. After Grey closed it. The mercenaries lifted the painting of the Beheading of John the Baptist. They carried the painting over to one of the containers. After that they placed it inside and closed it. Their were orders clear what they were suppose to do.
Before Grey could move Ruyan grabbed her hand noticing the Desert Eagle 50 caliber pistol holstered in her shoulder holster. She had remembered that Popov had also the samepistol after all, he was black ops operative for the KGB. So the question was who was this Azalea Elizabeth Grey? She saw something in Grey that got her startled? Didn't know what it was ?
"Miss Grey, that's fancy pistol you have ," Ruyan said in her Russian accent.
"It comes in handy in line of my work Miss?" Azalea asked in her Russian accent.
"Ruyan," She remarked.
"If you don't mind me saying you remind me of my sister that I had," Azalea said in a curious tone.
Ruyan saying anything for a while trying to figure out what to say. Did Victor know something about her past that she didn't she wondered? But she had knowing that there many powerful people who wanted to everything about the White Nights. Still
there was the feeling of that this could be your twin sister?
Grey removed Ruyan from her hand swiftly and quickly beforing saying" Ally it's your sister Azalea "
"That's impossible I was told by the KGB, thatI never had a sister," Ruyan replied in a concern tone.
"Ally, They lied to you so that they you wouldn't go searching for me," Grey said in honest calm, cool tone.
"Okay, let's say I believe you that you're my sister, not some foreign agent. Prove it to me," Ruyan said in a demanding tone.
"You always smoke cigarettes and wear the sunglasses," Grey said in calm tone.
"Yes Ally, but I know that you smoked them in Orphan home when the ladies weren't there and that you always tried to protect, me,"Grey replied.
Grey drew her IMI Desert Eagle 50 caliber pistol, firing a round into Victor as he fell like to the ground like a leaf.
After that she slipped her pistol into her shoulder holster, as her eyes dart back and forth seeing the mercenaries raise their MP7 submachine guns as gunfire erupted suddenly. She knew that they needed to get away quick, luckily they hada helicopter that they could use. Plus she still had Victor's encrypted disc that she could profit from. Hoping that her sister would see it her way.
Three minutes later Ruyan's burner buzzed inside the pocket in her Gucci suit as she scanned the area before grabbing the burner sauntering over to the big wooden doors of the caste.Grabbing the door and exited out surveying the surrounding around making sure that there was no one around to listen inon her conversation. Ruyan reached into her pocket, pulling out her burner and clicked on the accept button before she Spoke.
"Ruyan," She answered, looking around.
"Ruyan, I need to you go St. Petersburg something big has come up. I need you infiltrate The Resistance to see what they are up to. Your cover be will Rose Scorpio, an ex-CIA agent who sold secrets to rogue countries," President Roberts said in calm authoritative tone.
"Madame President, I thought, was done working for you After I ended the Raptor if you remember that," Ruyan asked.
"Ruyan, Your never really out, you should know that," President Roberts said in a demanding tone.
Just then Grey strolled out through the castle doors, looking for her sister. She was nowhere to be seem? Hearing voices, she walked around the corner to see Ruyan talking on a phone to someone.
"Who you talking to Ally," Grey asked in a curious tone.
"One of my assets inside the GRU," Ruyan lied, but in a hasty manner with hastily.
"When your done talking to your asset meet at the helicopter, understand," Grey said in a cold harsh tone.
"Azalea I will don't worry," Ruyan replied.
Grey mad her way over to the helicopter quickly, scanning the area to see if any of the armed men would come running out with their weapons clutched in their grip. She had a weirdfeeling that Ally had to lied to her about who she was talkingto you on her phone?
"Madame President, what does The Resistance have to me," Ruyan inquired in a serious tone.
"Our Intel that they have hired a free-lance assassin by name of Azalea Elizabeth Grey, your sister Ruyan I looked into it myself. The Russian ambassador has proof it in case you don't believe me," President Roberts said in calm cool manner choosing her words carefully.
My sister is working for the Resistance as free-lance assassin what the hell is going on?
She thought.
There was no question on her mind that Azalea was your sister? But who was Grey working for? Victor or this Resistance that President Roberts had mention to her before. She didn't who to believe, and wasn't going to argue with the President Roberts about it.
"Madame President, After I done infiltrating The Resistance, I'm done working for you understand me," Ruyan snapped angrily.
"Ruyan, we'll see about that when the times comes," President Roberts remarked in a demanding tone.
Ruyan ended the conversation on her burner,placing it back into her pocket as she ran over to the helicopter, and climbed in as the pilot opened the door for. Grey climbed into as the pilot closed the door for them. He jumped in closing his door, as they lifted up into the sky heading for St. Petersburg
Ruyan glanced out the window staring at the armed men rushing out firing their weapons, knowing that Grey had killed their paymaster. Still, she wanted to know why all of suddenly now had she come back her ? Yes, they were both good at what theydid. But free-lance wasn't her kind of her work. She had run and owned a network of assassins, after she had dispatched oneof her assassins to terminate Petrov.