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was the SVR agent who was murdered six months
back. He stuck his nose where it didn’t belong also. Perhaps you should take
his death as a lesson American and do what he should have done.”
    “And
was that?” Lucas asked mildly, as if he cared what Alvin thought he should do.
    Alvin
lit a thick cigar and took a deep puff, filling the already smoky club with the
potent stench. “Back off.”
    “Did
you have him killed?” Lucas demanded, ignoring Pochenchov’s advice.
    Alvin
chuckled. “Do you really expect me to answer that American? Even we here in
Russia have a court system. But I admit I respected the man. He could not be
bought or threatened. I don’t come across that integrity very often. No,” he
shook his head. “I did not have him killed. I didn’t have too. Nagregor was a
dead man from the moment he discovered something he shouldn’t have.”
    Now
we were getting somewhere, everyone wanted to talk – even the most hardened
criminals find it hard not to boast. “And what might that be?”
    Alvin
smiled. “That there is a mole inside Russian Intelligence, you think the
Russian’s cannot find me?” he laughed. “They do not look for me.”
    Pop.
    The
gunshot echoed throughout the room. Lucas dived out the way just as the bullet
from the gun whizzed past his head. He hit the floor hard, jarring his bones,
even as he aimed his weapon. He didn’t watch where the bullet landed. It wasn’t
his main concern at the moment. As long as one didn’t hit him he didn’t care. Screams
surrounded him, blocking out any other sound he might hear. The dancers had
dropped to the floor of the stage, too frightened to move any further, waiting
until the last bullet was fired. The nightclub’s patrons, unsure of what to do
and what was happening and why, moved in every direction, creating confusion
whilst rushing for the exit.
    Pop.
Pop.
    Two
more gunshots sounded, Lucas watched as one bullet hit Alvin Pochenchov in the
head, his body slumped back in his chair, his eyes open and sightless. Lucas moved
slowly and silently amidst the flurry of activity, keeping low to the ground,
out of sight. He stopped behind an empty chair, using it as cover. He leveled
his gun in the direction of the shooter, his analytical brain having already
determined where the shots had come from even whilst he had been under fire. From
his position behind the chair, Lucas applied pressure to the trigger of his
gun. He heard the loud pop , smelt the burned gunpowder and felt the gun
recoil. Years of training had him keeping his weapon pointed towards the danger
instead of the ceiling. The man in his sight jerked and dropped to the floor.
    Lucas
got to his feet, accessing the danger as he crossed the floor and bent down
beside Alvin. He didn’t need to feel for a pulse. A neat round nine millimeter
hole marred his forehead, blood and brain matter was splattered against the
wall behind him. Alvin Pochenchov hadn’t had time to react. Good riddens, Lucas
thought. One less asshole in the world. Lucas he stepped over towards the
shooter, keeping his weapon trained on the man waiting for signs of movement.
He kicked away the shooter’s Russian made semi-automatic MP-443 Grach pistol, a
heavy feeling settling inside his stomach. Something was not right here. He
knelt beside the body of the shooter and rummaged through his pockets. He
pulled out a leather case and opened it to find an SVR badge.
    Well
if that just didn’t suck.
    Lucas
heard the telltale cock behind him of a gun’s safety being released. Lucas let
his pistol slide from his hand, holding onto it by just his index finger caught
on the trigger casing. He raised his hands to his head and turned around slowly
to face the MDV police officer standing there, his service revolver pointed at
Lucas’s chest.
    The
man in blue and red spouted off Russian in rapid bursts. The words coming at
him full force. Lucas looked the man in the eye, wondering at the wisdom of his
plan. Wasn’t it written