Washington DC (Present Day)
I woke to a start, staring at the ceiling. I heard water flowing in the bathroom and looked beside me, in which the bed space is empty. Bruce must have come back a while ago, from a mission I suppose. I got off the bed upon hearing the sound of a faint cry and cradled Victoria in my arms. "Mommy is here." I whispered as I gently bounced her in my arms. It has been a month since I gave birth to our first child, a daughter, named Victoria and nicknamed Vicky. Bruce and I stayed with my grandparents in the White House to wait for the child's birth. She came to the world at Christmas Eve last year when I was having dinner with my grandparents. I was promptly rushed to the hospital and Bruce managed to arrive on time when I am still in labour. I finally gave birth to Victoria a few hours later, which is five in the morning, the day which is Christmas Eve. The birth was painful and left me very weak.
The White House staff and members of the First Family were overjoyed when they heard the news of Victoria's birth. Believing that she is hungry I sat upright on the bed and proceeds to breastfeed her as the door opened. Bruce stepped out into the bedroom, drying his hair with a towel and met my gaze. Setting the towel on a nearby chair to let it dry he slid into bed and lended me his shoulder to lean on. He was away for another mission with his teammates for the Justice League as the due date for the delivery crept nearer. "She just woke up." I told him. "What time is it?"
"Six in the morning." he replied. I handed Victoria to him and leaned back, still feeling tired. "I'll put her back to sleep." I nodded, adjusting my nightgown as he placed her back in the cradle.
An hour later
Reaching downstairs, still dressed in my nightgown I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. During my confinement period the TV became a part of the said period. But I wasn't prepared for the news story now showing. Anderson Cooper is already reporting at the news through his own news program. "Breaking news from the state of Maryland as the political opponent to former president Andrei Baranovsky of the Russian Federation, Sergei Volodin, is found poisoned in his home by his wife Tatiana. The FBI has been called in for this investigation and we will continue with any further developments." I stared at the screen, completely taken off guard. My phone buzzed on the coffee table, prompting me to answer it.
"Are you watching the news?" the voice on the other side, is FBI director Ryan Carey.
"I am Ryan." I replied. "It's like the poisonings of the critics overseas and this time is on American soil."
"You think your source could be involved?"
"If he wants to kill him he wouldn't have asked for my help all those years ago." I said, climbing up the staircase.
"I can't seem to understand why would he ask for the help of a FBI agent instead of a CIA agent."
"I'm the only source he can fully trust." I said. "Not my words director."
"I'm very doubtful when I got the phone call from your source."
"I told him that it's out of my boundaries but he still insists that I try."
"It's your ties to a formerly defunct intelligence agency that gave him the conviction."
"I... you have a point."
"CNN reported that the FBI were called in."
"The President is aware Isabella." the FBI director said. "He knows for a long time. Sergei Volodin is a long time supporter of diplomatic relationships between the two countries and Andrei Baranovsky isn't one of them."
"Baranovsky is KGB, I know that. My source is also former KGB."
"Interesting."
"But Andrei is dead, who's the perpetrator?"
"Bastard died of lung cancer and another bastard, Yuvchenko, took over."
"He's in prison for his crimes, a grudge against Volodin?"
"I'll get in contact with our friends in the CIA, see if there's a connection."
"Have you told the president?"
"I believed that his daily brief would've done the job."
YOU ARE READING
Russian Roulette
Mistério / Suspense"This is a crossroad Isabella." he said. "There will be no return if you were captured." "Can I even turn back?" I asked.
