A well-built man stared at Milena and Lorenzo through his binoculars. Their happiness shone through their bright smiles and warm embrace. But their newly found joy was the least of his concerns. As long as she was alive Norvan Ohanyan's daughter posed an immediate threat to his boss. Her elimination was necessary. He pressed down on the "push-to-talk" button on his shoulder microphone. "Is everyone in position?" He waited for the affirmatives from the rest of his team. "Alright. On three. One. Two. Three..." On the other side of the glass, Milena and Lorenzo were oblivious to the turn their lives would take.
"So when do you want to get married," Lorenzo asked as he placed his hand on the small of Milena's back.
Milena smiled sheepishly. "Tonight."
"You really don't want to wait do you?"
She shook her head. "I'm ready to start our lives together."
"So am I." They shared a tender kiss.
Milena broke away, "So where's your phone?"
"In my bedroom why?" Milena flashed a grin and began crossing the room to the doorway.
"Lena, what are you doing?" He playfully teased her.
"Calling the justice of the peace."
"You do know what time it is right?" He pointed to the clock mounted behind him. "He's probably asleep."
"Well, then I'm sure his phone ringing will wake him up."
A tremendous crash echoed through the house. Whipping her head around Milena saw darkened shadows standing in the middle of the front doorway. Even in the darkness of the night, Milena could tell these weren't your average intruders. Each was heavily armed and wore protective body armor. Milena locked eyes with a burly man who stepped inside the threshold. His features were eerily familiar. Cold gray eyes beneath heavy well-defined eyebrows, a sharp nose above thin sardonic lips. There was no doubt the man was Daniel Melikian. Dalmar's head of his special task force. Or more accurately assassination task force. Milena's mouth ran dry as the blood drained from her face. A bullet flew past her head, shattering the mirror which hung near the fireplace.
"MILENA!!" Lorenzo called out to her.
"GO!" Milena yelled back. The two of them scrambled out of the room down a long hall. Bullets whizzed past them. Chairs scraped across the floor, crashes echoed, and glass shattered as their masked assailants overturned furniture in their path. Lorenzo and Milena finally stumbled into the kitchen. Three solid walls greeted them on every side.
Lorenzo's eyes flickered from Milena to the kitchen door. Muffled footsteps could be heard in the distance. Every moment they grew louder. "They're coming." His voice was cold with dread.
"They want me," Milena softly said. "I'll distract them. You get out of here." She turned to the door. Lorenzo caught her arm, holding her back.
"If you're staying, I am too. I'm not leaving without you" he tearfully replied.
Milena knew there was no changing his decision."Find anything in here that can work as a weapon."
"Okay," Lorenzo nodded. Frantically they searched for anything that could be used to defend themselves. A knife found its way into Lorenzo's hands while Milena settled on an iron skillet. They dashed behind the door and locked it. Lying in wait for their pursuers.
"Please be careful." Lorenzo pled. Milena silently nodded, acknowledging her fiance's words. Only a few seconds had passed when the door shot open. A man entered the room. Lorenzo hurled himself at the attacker. The knife plunged into his shoulder.
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A Number, Not a Name
AdventureA couple of months after Jason joins the NSA he is finally assigned his first field mission. Eager to prove himself not only to Donovan but also to his new partner Tasha Forbes, Jason throws himself completely into the case. However, he soon finds h...
