The Widows Daughter

Part one-hundred and seven

Moscow, Russia. May 20th, 2011.
(Chloe's POV)

The sound of the gun woke me from my sleep. Even with the suppressor, it woke me. I looked at the soldier who sat in front of the window which was now open. He took the suppressor off as I sat up. "We leave now," He said taking the gun apart.

"Did you do it?" I asked sliding off the bed.

"No. That was a warning shot. To scare them. You will finish." His sentences were short and to the point.

"W-what?"

He ignored me as he finished putting the gun into his bag. "Let's go."

"Now?" He gave me a look that answered my question immediately. I grabbed my bag and ran after him as he left the room.

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We sat in a small coffee shop and I watched people as they passed us. A small girl and an older woman sat at a nearby table. The little girl sat coloring while the Mom was drinking what looked like coffee. An old man was sitting at another table, while two men in suits stood behind him. A pair of young teens stood in line while talking animatedly.

I moved my attention to my table partner. He slid a photo over to me and spoke softly. "Alexi Orlov. Russian businessman. You kill him when close enough."

"I don't need to be close to him to kill him. I just need to see him." If he was shocked, he didn't show it.

"You find him, you kill him. Understood?" I nodded. "Good."

"Where is he?" I asked squeezing my hands together.

He nodded in the direction of the man sitting at the table. "Antov Orlov. His brother."

I realized why we were here. What I hoped would be a coffee outing, was really just a recon mission. "Follow him back to his brother," I said thinking out loud. The soldier nodded.

"For now we wait."

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From what I could tell had less than thirteen hours until we had to be at the extraction point. And so far all we had accomplished was shooting at some random person, and following the target's brother. I was honestly lost on why we couldn't just fine the target himself.

The man got out of a limo and was followed closely by the two men from earlier. They walked into what looked like an office building. I looked at the soldier and he nodded.

"Follow him, and I will follow you." He whispered. I swallowed and moved forward silently.

I followed the trio as they walked into the building, pausing at the wall. I looked behind me before forcing my body through the wall. I watched as Orlov nodded at a woman at a desk before turning a corner. I flicked my wrist and the woman bang her head on the desk and stilled.

I really hope she's not dead.

I followed him around the corner and down a hall until he stopped in front of a door. The door slid open and Orlov walked in leaving the two men standing outside guarding the door. I sighed readying myself.

I ran down the hallway at them and they quickly pulled their guns out at me. I threw myself at one and bashed his head into the wall. I raised my hand and flicked my wrist at the other and he flew backwards onto the floor.

I flipped the guy still slightly standing and he fell onto the one on the floor. They both groaned in pain as they collided. I kicked the man on top in the face and punched the other in his face.

I flipped my hair behind my shoulder and wiped the blood off my knuckles. I turned to the door and braced myself to walk through it.

Behind the door was a white room with a white table. There was a girl laying on it with a sheet covering her from the chest down. I couldn't tell whether she was breathing or not.

Orlov stood with his back to me as he stood in front of what looked like another table. He was tying a white apron string around his waist. He turned and froze when he saw me. He looked from the girl on the table, to me, to the door behind me, then back at me. "They won't help you," I said in Russian moving towards him slowly.

He held a scalpel out in front of him as he moved to put distance between us. "Help! Somebody! Help me!" He yelled.

"No one's going to save you. There's no one here." I looked at the girl on the table, who was now in between us. "Who is she?"

He stared at me. "Who is she?" I asked loudly.

"My niece." He lowered his gaze in what seemed like grief.

"Is she dead?" He simply looked at her. "Is she dead?!"

He threw the scalpel at me and I froze it in mid-air and sent it back. I hit him in the chest and he cried out as he gripped his chest in pain. He turned and limped through a door I hadn't noticed.

I grabbed the girl's shoulder and shook her gently. "Peux-tu m'entendre?" I asked in French. She didn't move or make any signs of being alive. I watched her chest before realizing it wasn't moving. I looked at her and noticed a bump under the sheet. I moved the sheet down and realized that she was pregnant.

Or had been pregnant, really.

I muttered a quiet prayer Charlotte had once told me and then gently cover up her body. I felt bad leaving her. She couldn't have been any older than me. I kissed the top of her head in a respectful manner and then followed Orlov out the door he had disappeared through.

I opened the door as quietly as I could and walked into a dark hallway tunnel thing. I could hear hurried speaking coming from down the tunnel. It sounded like Orlov.

I could also hear grunts of pain so I think it's a fair guess.

The tunnel was dark, wet, dirty, and all-around creepy. I paused when light filled my view after turning a corner. Orlov stood next to the man from the picture. Alexi Orlov.

I lifted my hand to snap both their necks, but the tone in which they spoke made me stop. There was something wrong. Something in the back of my mind told me to wait. So I did.

Hello, my lovelies, I'm back with another update for you.

I had a hard time with this one because I have an ending planned for this part of the story but could figure out how to connect it to where I was at. So that's what this chapter is. Sorry about that.

I'm having a hard time writing for this right now and am kinda just focusing on my harry potter fanfics because that's the mood that I'm in and I hate writing for something I'm not in the mood for, but then I feel bad for not writing here. (that's my anxiety for you hehe😅)

But I hope you liked it, and let me know what you thought.😁