The Russian Defector by Ethan Jones

Author:Ethan Jones [Jones, Ethan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knightsville Books
Published: 2020-01-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-one

CIS Safehouse

Three Kilometers West of Donetsk Airport

Donetsk, Ukraine

“What? A traitor?” Petro asked.

Ihor nodded. “You didn’t see it? Their eyes said it all.”

“I guess I missed it.”

Justin said, “Right before they left Inkman flashed this subtle glance to Silentman, as if they knew about a secret.”

Carrie said, “It was like a code.”

Petro shrugged. “And why would they be so obvious if that’s their secret?”

“For the same reason that we have aggressive surveillance,” Justin said.

“So, they want us to know they have a secret?”

“Yes, that they’re playing us, and we’ll never know the truth.”

Petro shook his head. “Aren’t you being a bit paranoid?”

“Of course, not,” Ihor said. “Haven’t you seen enough strange things to make you distrust your own skin?”

Petro said nothing. He turned around and began to fill the espresso machine.

“I’ll put my money on the silent guy.” Ihor stretched his leg. “There was something in his eyes. They had this cold glare, like he wasn’t here. He couldn’t care less about what was going on, because it didn’t affect him…”

Justin nodded. “He gave me the same impression. What do you think, Carrie?”

She shrugged and stood up. “The tattoo guy comes across as smooth, very smooth for a tough former Spetsnaz operative.”

Petro said, “The British accent is confusing you.”

“I don’t think so.” Carrie released her ponytail from the black band holding it, and shook it out to unscrunch it. She ran her fingers through her hair and let it flow down her shoulders. “I know what I saw. He might have fought with Ava, whoever this woman is, but that doesn’t mean he can’t betray us…”

Petro said, “Maybe they’re fearless, just like us, at least me.” He turned around and gave them a serious look. “After doing this, fighting as a volunteer for my country for so many years, I’ve come so close to death that… you know, it doesn’t scare me anymore…” His voice had turned somber, yet firm and strong.

Justin nodded. “I get it. I feel the same… sometimes. One day, we’ll run out of luck.”

“Or we’ll just stop running,” Ihor said with a shrug.

Carrie sighed. “You guys are depressing me.” She covered a yawn and stretched her arms and neck. “I should hit the sack.”

Ihor stood up. “Petro, you coming?”

“Sure.”

He hoisted his AK over his shoulder, then gave Justin and Carrie a small nod. “Don’t go outside.”

“We won’t, Dad,” Carrie said.

Petro smiled at her. “Rebellious as always.” He shook his head.

Ihor said, “We’ll come back in the morning. 6:00?”

“Sounds good,” Justin said.

“Bring breakfast,” Carrie said. “Something warm…”

“Anything else, Princess?” Petro gave her an exaggerated, dramatic curtsy.

“No, but I’ll call if something comes to mind.”

Justin gave both Ukrainians a fist bump and locked the apartment door behind them.

When he returned to the living room, Carrie had removed her gray sweater. “I’m going to take a shower. Wash off the grime. Maybe it will help me relax, sleep better.”

Justin looked at her with hesitation in his eyes. “I was hoping I could talk to you about something…”

“Sure, anything.” Carrie sat down.

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