Maybe try your hand at guessing who I'm going to kill off soon?
Artem clambered into the front passenger seat of Everett's car, squeezing his suitcase into the space at his feet. "Hey. Thanks for picking me up and all."
"It's no problem. Shut your door and let's go." Everett said, his voice seasoned by a slight gruffness.
Artem reached over to pull the passenger door shut. It closed with a slam, sending vibrations rippling through the car.
Everett stepped on the gas, and the car grumbled out of the cul-de-sac and onto a main road. The two of them sat in silence, until Everett finally spoke up.
"We sent SWAT to that blacksite, you know." Everett said, not taking his brown eyes off the road ahead.
"Yeah?" Artem asked.
"They saw your boyfriend. Light brownish hair, pale, with glasses, right?" Everett asked.
Artem's heart skipped a beat, and his icy blue gaze flashed. "Yeah, that's him!" He hoped he wasn't getting his hopes up too high.
"So now at least we know where he is." Everett continued. "My guys are trying to figure out how to get him out of that blacksite."
"Any way I can help?" Artem asked.
"I'll brief you when we get to my house." Everett replied. "By the way, don't ever call me on your personal phone ever again. It's a security threat. We'll be providing you with a Blackberry."
"Really?" Artem was in a state of utter disbelief. He'd never imagined that he'd be in America at all, but now he had a job with the FBI and was getting assigned a government phone? Not in his wildest dreams.
"Well, you work with us now." Everett said, taking a turn into a housing development. "It's pretty much standard protocol."
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Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series
Mystery / ThrillerRavil Galkin doesn't have much of a past, but as far as he's concerned, he's a completely normal person. Sure, he's a college drop out and basically a shut-in, but that's alright with him. But there's a whole different depth to the situation. An oc...
