“…..I”

“Don’t you dare insult my intelligence on this one Carmen?  You messed up the cabin, you messed up Fiji, you ran off with a known double agent to Las Vegas of all goddamned places….In all honesty Shane is my mistake. I bought her in. She is a danger to the Agency and now by association you are as well. I have stood on the fence far too long on this. This case has been botched since the two of you stepped out of line at Survivalism training. So here it is straight from my mouth you find her again, you meet up with her again and you better pull that trigger. Once you’ve achieved that you are retrieve a fresh blood sample, remember to keep it nice and cold and return here. If you do not achieve this, if she walks and continues her death list, you will die, she will die, every resource….”

………..Blah, blah, blah…..you’re dead if she’s not dead. I didn’t need Bette to spell it out so much. It’s not Sesame Street. I get it. I was wondering when this call was going to come down. As much as Shane is a success, she is a total psychotic failure. The side effects where uncontrollable. They can’t think that I mean to do this.  I won’t………I will…….

I knew this would happen. I knew the clock would tick and this moment would come. What I don’t know is how I feel about it. I don’t know what part of me feels for Shane. No one gets out, not alive anyway. It’s just her and me.

Bette is still yelling.

St. Petersburg, Russia

When I walk in Pavel was rubbing his icon. The icon I took from Cindy Ann Tucker. Its old and it felt fragile. He was on cloud nine. I still didn’t tell him about Carmen. We really hadn’t talked about Carmen. I was thinking that it would be a good time to start.

Sitting now at his desk he was all smiles. He motioned for me to sit and I did. I had this itch in my eyebrow. It was deep under my skin, it made me twitch nervous. I slept well enough but I still felt like I was walking in a vortex. We studied vortexes a lot in Survivalism training.