Chapter TEN

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HANDLER FILE
CLASSIFIED : CIA
OPERATION : MOSCOW
AGENT : VIKING
HANDLER : DONALD 'RED' REDLEND
TARGET: OSKA ROMANOV
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POSITION : DIRECTOR, TASKFORCE BLOODLUST
SPECIALITY: ASSET NEGOTIATION, STRATEGY, ACQUISITIONS
SUCCESS RATE: 92%
AGENT COUNT: 4 ACTIVE

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Katya Czarina

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Katya Czarina

Slumped into the leather seat of a private, CIA chartered jet, I shiver in shock unable to grasp my bearings or make sense of all the lies.. It seems all I'd known, or all I'd thought I'd known about the man I love was simply a fabrication.. A carefully crafted story designed to trick and humiliate me..

And I am utterly mortified.. How could I have been such a fool?
I was so hypnotised by his rugged good looks and my own stupid belief that he would be my saviour that I had allowed myself to be charmed by his lies and swept up in his deceit..

Never again.. I will never be so blinded by love to subject myself to such embarrassment and shame..

I stew in silence, chewing angrily on the inside of my cheek.. Meanwhile Axe does everything he can to avoid looking me in the eye, his nose buried in a yellow CIA folder marked 'classified' in bold red ink..

An emotionally devoid and almost reptilian man is seated beside him, dressed proper in a three piece dark charcoal suit and shiny crocodile skin loafers, he too ignores my presence as he berates Axe.. "One job.. You had one fucking job, Paxton! How you manage to fuck everything you touch is beyond me!"

Axe told me that his companion's name is Red and that he is a man of great importance at the CIA..
Though to me, he looks more like a Gray or a Black, because the scowl on his face lets it be known he is not happy about my being here..
In fact, he looks at me as though he would rather push me out of the plane than allow me to travel with them..

"The mission was compromised.. My cover was blown.." Axe argues his case, his teeth grinding in annoyance, but he restrains himself to remain in control of his temper..

It is strange to see him in this new light, so much so that he is almost like an entirely different person..

No.. Not almost.. He is a different person..

Even his name is not his own.. The man I had known as Axe Hunt is dead and the man who sits across from me now is Hunter Paxton..

A stranger..

"And the girl?" Red hitches a thumb in my direction with a disgusted hiss. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with her?"

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