Page 163 of Assassin

This had better not be from the German screwing him over. There would be nowhere on this earth for her to hide if it was.

As he read, he soon saw it wasn’t from her.

And, suddenly, he wished it was.

‘Dearest Alexsandr,

Welcome to the United States of America. Can you hear freedom ringing? The eagles screeching as our National Anthem plays over and over in your ears? NO? You will soon enough. Here’s lesson one. NEVER trust the Germans, especially when they aren’t really German. You were conned by a CIA operative. Artemis Dubois. It’s okay though since she’s really good at her job. Did you know she had the picture of your face? That we know what you look like? That mole by your ear is cute. Still, get it looked at. It might be melanoma. Anyway, your guns are gone, that pile is what’s left of the mercenaries in this town, minus a few I needed to leave for you to have some help. Never let it be said I don’t like to give prey a sporting chance. Now, you’re on my radar, and the people who killed your parents? They are tracking you too. Welcome to our trap. I’m the mother of all assassins, and in a few hours, maybe a day or two, you’ll be done. I hope you’re ready for the hunt. You’re about to be my bitch.

Sincerely, Deputy Director Elizabeth Blackhawk.

The FBI.’

When he saw that, his eyes went huge.

Oh, no.

No.

No.

No.

This was beyond bad.

They knew what he looked like, so his passports were burned. His face was likely all over the wire, and at every airport in the world. Not only that, but he’d sent three of his assassins, Four, Five, and Six out into the States with no way to call them back.

SHIT.

The Americans were annoying.

All he knew was that he had to get out of there.

ASAP.

“So what should we do?” the one Mercenary asked, as Alexsandr’s panic rose.

There was no way she could be right. There was no way that he was burned by a spook, and now the Marines who killed his parents were on his ass.

This.

Was.

Bad.

He’d been lured into a trap, and there was no way out of it.

Yeah, it was time to disappear, and think this through.

“Have a look around. There have to be weapons deeper in the warehouse. I have to make a call, and I don’t have reception in here,” he said, not trusting this location.

“Okay,” the guy said, as the men headed deeper into the building, and Alexsandr got out of there.

He was halfway to the car when he heard the click, and the boom that followed.

It rocked the whole area as pieces of building rained down everywhere around him.

His heart was racing.

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