My name is Donovan Pottier. I was an agent for the CIA but I resigned early. I was their top agent before something terrible happened.
I'm sure you're all aware of the saying don't mix business with pleasure but you should also know to never mix family with business.
I was on a surveillance mission in Russia to investigate Nikolai Makarov, we had strict orders that we we're to take him in if we got anything on him.
He turned out to be the worst of them all, instead of asking what he did try asking what he didn't do. He did human trafficking, drugs, Arms dealing you name it.
We went through with our operation and took him into custody, I was present on his court day but the unthinkable happened......the son of a bitch walked.
I still remember the smug of a grin he was wearing when leaving the court but what really rattled me was what he said to me before he left.
He walked up to me with a boastful aura surrounding him."Seems like I win again." He said in his thick Russian accent.
He walked off but stopped beside me."Oh and one more thing my friend," he leaned in closer to my ear,"be ready."
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Later that night my wife and daughter we're coming home from a relative but they were taking longer than usual.
I paced back and forth with my phone glued to my ear.
"Come on, come on." I kept repeating to myself.
The phone answered.
"Hey aunt May sorry for calling this hour but is my wife still there?" Desperation lacing my voice.
"Oh no dear they left hours ago."
I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration."Are you sure?"
"Why wouldnt I be? Is everything alright donovan?"
"Yea everything is fine." I hung up.
Fear was on a rampage through me as I thought of the many possibilities that could have cause them to be be this late but one possibility was enough to make my knees weak.
What if it was Makarov?
I grabbed my pistol and tucked it in my jeans waist and pulled my shirt over it.
I ran downstairs for my car keys when my phone rang. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw my wife picture.
I answered."Baby where are you? You had me worried."
"Good to know you care darling." A thick Russian accent said.
All the life drained from my body and my teeth clenched. Anger erupted inside me almost causing me to go berserk." Where are they you son of a bitch."
"Why don't you come outside and have a look."
I dropped the phone and swung the door open to see a black SUV parked outside. My fingers loomed over the the handle of my gun ready to draw at a moments notice.
I felt a gun barrel nudge me in my back."Don't even think about it." Another Russian said.
He drew the gun from my waist and threw it across the lawn. The back door off the SUV opened and Makarov came out with my wife and daughter behind him.
"I must give you my praise Donovan, your the first to ever get me in cuffs plus a courtroom."
He strolled over to me taking of his gloves."but you failed to realize I always end up winning in the end."
"Please take me and do whatever you wish but leave them out of this!!"
I felt like a traitor begging for mercy at the hands of one of the country sworn enemy but my wife and daughter were on the line.
He took out a silenced pistol from his waist and smiled at me, I could see the fear in my wife and daughter eyes but their screams were muffled by the ductape.
"Please Makarov don't do this." Tears were filling my eyes.
He turned his back to me cold heartedly ready to fire, I lunged after him but I was struck down by a swift blow to the back of
my head from the guy behind me then he pressed his knee in my back holding me still as I helplessly watch my wife and daughter get shot between their eyes.
"Well wasn't that fun?" Makarov asked.
The guy behind me got up and walked to the car still aiming his rifle at me.
Makarov buried his hands in his pocket." I guess it's game over for you." He turned to climb in the car then stopped." One more thing my friend, God bless America." He winked at me then sped off.
