Sinister’s POV:

I was down at the yacht Marina, discussing with my business associates our plans for this evening when suddenly I got a call from Damien, my head of travel security.

"Sir.." He sounded out of breath, I didn't even need to hear any more to know exactly what the fuck happened.

"She just took off, dlya kroshechnoy veshchitsy, ona uverena, chto mozhet bystro begat."

(For a tiny thing, she sure can run fast)

I shook my head and cursed silently, "do ...