Plot Twist

Chapter Eight

Taking a big breath I calmly danced through the crowd making my way to the exit. On my way I managed to bump shoulders with a few people with how packed it was. This seemed to be nothing compared to now as I full on smash into a young man that came out of nowhere, coming to stand in front of me.

His hands found my waist to steady me as I found my balance, reeling from the sudden impact. I looked up too see the guy smiling down at me, humour etched across his eyes. He may have found my clumsiness funny but I certainly didn't, not when I'm on a mission.

"I am sorry, care to dance?" He said, his words coming out in Russian, a language I had thankfully perfected.

He looked friendly enough, innocent almost, certainly not old enough to be in a club like this with his light blond hair and soft brown eyes. I could make a bet that he was my age.

I offered him a smile and swayed a little, playing the part of a drunk girl perfectly.

"His hands better be off you in the next two seconds Derina," Dax's voice sounded angry through the bud in my ear but I brushed it off, playing on my acting skills.

"Thank you but I need to be off," I relied to the boy in his native tongue being sure to perfect the accent so he doesn't suspect anything.

His smile faltered but he nodded and backed off, this guy was respectful, good, thing could have gotten bad fast.

I continued to smile at him as I backed away more towards the exit before turning around when another man, this time older took a step in front of me, this time thankfully not bumping into me. I internally sighed for some reason I had a feeling that this man wouldn't be so easy as he looked like a complete wreck.

"Hey pretty woman, want to get out of here?" Ew! I'm seventeen for god's sake. He may not currently know that but still!

In repulse I took a step back trying to get around him but the man snagged onto my wrist jerking me back towards him, his other hand making a move at me. Immediately I wanted to beat the guy to the floor and not think twice about it.

Didn't his mother teach him anything? Then sadly I realised that showing any abnormal strength and skill could ruin the mission entirely and corrupt our future chances all together.

"Dax she can handle it herself! Turn around and perform the extraction," Jesus demanded through the ear bud. I glanced back and sure enough Dax looked like he could rip someone's head off. I swear this guy played the protective brother card too well. I saw a flicker of hesitation cross him eyes before he took a slow step back and castes his gaze to the floor.

Turning back to the jerk I was about to play the role of damsel in distress before I felt a presence behind me. At first I thought is was Dax going against orders but then a voice I had heard only a few minutes ago came into play.

"I've been looking everywhere for you! We need to go! I got a call that mother is in the hospital, quick!" My eyes widened as I was pulled from the jerks grasp and dragged out of the club by the blond haired boy I had ran into earlier. We entered the cool night air, the boy laughing and me still silent with shock.

I stared at him curiously as he clutched his stomach and looked back at the closing doors of the club. He looked back at me with a huge grin "I didn't know if that would work but I am sure happy it did," He admitted, his Russian language taking a minute to translate in my head.

At that I finally laughed with him now realising that he said all that stuff in an attempt to get me away from that guy.

"Point blonde boy," Jesus muttered, probably forgetting I could hear him through the receiver.

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