The New Driver (COMPLETE)

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Third pov

The next time Brian called them he needed information about Braga and anything they had on Owen Shaw.

They got everything the couple had and Brian thanked them, promising to call and tell them how everything turned out. He also slipped in a comment calling them unspoken family members.

Carter frowned while Phoenix had a beaming smile for the rest of the week.

Phoenix took the time to call Jorge, Suki and Jimmy back in Miami. Something she hadn't done in a while. They were all happy to hear from her.

The gun shot wound healed slowly and it took seven months before she was even close to her usual strenght. It took another four of physical therapy before she was fully functioning on her own.

Carter wasn't a big fan of Russia. Sure, it wasn't that bad but he preferred warm places. His wife though, she loved the country and stayed there while he took care of his side of the buisness. It was easier that way too since she was still wanted.

The house they had was big but differed from their other houses since it had to be able to keep cold out. Russian winters could get very cold.

Still Phoenix had fun with decorating every room and getting a new collection of movies. Every movie and pretty much all cozy blankets ended up in the "movie room", Phoenix favorite room.

Even though Phoenix had always been rather well of she actually took time to make anonymous donations to charities and local soup kitchens and the like. No sense in being like the rest of the snobs in her bio family.

The thing about their new residence was that no one knew the adress. So when a packet, a big one too, arrived. Phoenix was rightfully suspicious as she stood in the kitchen.

She had fully cut off her biological family shortly after her and Carter became serious. Brian knew better than to send things without telling her first and Jorge and the team in Miami also knew better than to do so. And Carter took any gifts and gave them personally.

She had no idea who this was from.

But to her horror she could hear a quiet ticking.

Bomb.

She dropped the glass in her hand and grabbed the cook and ran. They got to the door before it exploded sending them flying a few hundred meters outside.

Phoenix felt blood drip from where she hit her mouth on the sidewalk. Her hands and knees had scrapes on them.

The poor lady they had as a cook was out cold and people came up to them to see if they were okay.

Phoenix had black spots dancing in her vision and her last thought before she passed out was of where Carter was.

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