"Ruin the world?"
"I mean yeah, we could do that."
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When Faith - a 21 year old detective - finds herself wrapped up in one of the most life threatening cases in New York, the last thing she expects to do is take in 15 year old Alyona - th...
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THE WIND IS harsh and the weather is cool. Based on what I'm about to do, you could say it's some good timing. Pathetic fallacy.
"Aly will be coming out soon." Alexei says, appearing beside me.
"You did your part?" I ask, turning to him.
"Mmhm," He nods, "I made sure all the other exits are being covered. Gloria and Chris are parked on the street right now, and thanks to Eka - Aly should have access to the security footage."
"Good." I sigh, crossing my arms.
I'm currently wearing black cargo pants, black combat boots - and would you guess it? A black long sleeved top. Matching my surroundings and all.
"We've counted suspicious personnel around the room so far, and know that there are around five people. Five Romano's or Ivanov's I'm guessing." Alexei informs me.
We still don't know if this plan will lure in Romano's or Ivanov's. The beauty of this plan however, is that it's mine. Meaning it'll work. Meaning I know for certain - no matter the outcome of tonight - there are definitely going to be Romano's or Ivanov's.
"I'll take either." I say. It's one step closer to taking the lot of them down.
"You're so ambiguous." Alexei notes. A little randomly to be honest.
"What are you getting at?" I laugh, leaning closer to the brick wall as he steps closer to me.
"I don't know. Different. Never met anyone like you." He shrugs.
"And you never will." I say teasingly although serious.
"I've learnt." He grins. Then he's suddenly solemn. "I think I'll miss it."
"Think?" I raise my brows.
"Know." He rolls his eyes, the word bringing me clarity.
And then I do a double take.
"Wait what do you mean miss?" I frown.
"When this is all over." He shrugs.
"I said we'll keep in touch."
"What?" He scoffs, "Across states?"
"I don't...it's a long time before then. We can figure out the logistics later." I face forward, suddenly feeling the cold more permanently.
"So I'm just your bitch for now?" He asks.
I face him. He's no angry. He's...sad.
"No." I shake my head.
"Ah. What would you call me then?" He tilts his head. He's getting closer, playing with the hem of my top and making me feel hot - but then his words are making me feel hot for a completely different reason, and at this point I don't know what I feel. At all. It's yucky and I hate it.
