A/N: This is an in-between chapter that takes place six months after Parker departs from Bridgeport in search for Fournier. It does not include pictures, because I didn’t see them as fitting for this post. I believe that this story must be told before I can move on to Kaliq’s perspective. Enjoy!
Moscow, Russia 1535 hours
The hard punch to the left side of his face hurt like hell, but Parker didn’t relent. He was going to stay silent. His eye socket hurt more than anything though. The Russian agent looked at him again and said something that he didn’t understand.
Parker spat the small amount of blood from his mouth onto the concrete floor. Being a one-eyed man tied to a chair; he hated that most of the officers in the place stood at his left side where he couldn’t see them or what they were doing.
Parker shook off the sting from his cheek as he listened to the unintelligible words being said amongst the officers. He was pissed that he was in this situation; knowing it was his own damn fault, but still, he couldn’t believe how stupid and naive he had been after all these years.
Parker had been on Fournier’s tail for six months and one stupid mishap landed him in a Russian jail. He had a forged passport, a gun, and a ticket for the next train when they arrested him.
At the station, Parker had been tailing the Fournier, weapon concealed, but in reach, when he spotted him talking to an officer. He watched as Fournier pointed at him; Fournier even had the guts to wink in his direction. Parker knew he was screwed. Within seconds ten police officers were surrounding and ordering him on the ground. At the station he was declared a terrorist, even though Parker tried to tell them he was just a tourist.
Now he was sitting in a small concrete cell getting the shit kicked out of him. They wanted to know who he was working for, why he was in Russia, and what he was targeting. No matter how hard Parker tried to tell them he was there on vacation, they didn’t believe him. Of course he was lying, but the truth really couldn’t be told; not unless he had a death wish. No, he had to keep his mouth shut and hoped SIA would save him.
Location Classified, 2240 hours
The agent barged into Ellis Graham’s office. She looked up and was ready to kill the agent if he didn’t come up with an excuse as to why he just barged in without knocking. She didn’t need to wait long; the agentinstantly spoke up, “He’s gone!”
With narrowed eyes, she asked the obvious question, “Who?”
“Nine. His tracking device was shut off. He’s off the grid, ma’am.”
“Shit,” she mumbled. “Fournier?”
“I don’t know, but intelligence just intercepted a new ‘Hit List’ from Fournier’s office. Parker’s family is on it.”
She stood up and rushed out the door, the man followed. “How much time do we have?”
“I don’t know ma’am.”
Ellis entered another room full of men at the ready. Teams had been assembled as soon as the list was out. “I want men at Travis and Claire Rain’s house, I want another team at Hana’s and someone go pick up Leslie Rain from her school.” She ordered.
The teams split up and took off towards the unmarked black SUVs.
Travis and Claire Rain’s Residence, Bridgeport 2258 hours
“Mmmmm.” Travis moaned as he kissed his wife. They had just entered the apartment and were making their way to the bedroom while they undressed each other and running into the walls. They finally made it to the bed. The two never let up on the heavy kissing. Travis maneuvered himself in between Claire’s legs. They hadn’t acted like this in months. This was their anniversary, and Travis was making sure that Claire would never forget their eighteenth year together. “God, you’re hot, babe.” Travis moaned as he kissed down her neck to her breast. He thrust inside her.
“Fuck!” Claire moaned as Travis continued to make love to her.. “Harder, babe.”
Neither of them saw the shadow from behind the door.
Travis and Claire Rain’s Residence, Bridgeport 2313 hours
The black-dressed agents stormed the apartment, calling out for Travis and Claire. The head agent, Agent Pierce motioned towards the bedroom. With enough men to secure the door, he kicked it in. The sight Pierce saw had his stomach turn. On the bed lied two bloodied bodies intertwined. “Damn.” Pierce said.
Another agent walked in, “Well, if you’re gonna go out –”
“Don’t even finish that sentence Grant.” Pierce ordered. “We are all dead if Delta Nine finds out we didn’t get to them on time.”
Agent Grant gulped. Everyone in the building knew that if Parker Rain was still alive and found out about the death of his parents, he would hunt down those that were not only responsible for killing them, but also those that failed to protect them.
Pierce took out his cell and dialed. “They’re dead,” he told Ellis on the other line.
“Shit!” came Ellis’ voice. “Clean it up.”
Rain Residence, Bridgeport 2330 hours
Another team of men in black surrounded the small property with guns at the ready. Two men ran to the door. The team’s head agent, Reese looked at the other, “Pray they are alive or we are all dead.” The other agent, Morris nodded. Reese knocked on the door and waited. When no answer came he started to pound on the door. “SIA OPEN UP!”
They waited a bit and just as Reese was about to kick in the door, a tired looking woman opened it. “It is 11:30 at night, what do you want?”
“Mrs. Hana Rain?” Reese asked.
“You and your family need to come with us, now.”
She took a step back, her voice stuttering, “What do you mean?” Her eyes started to tear up, “Is. . . is. . . is he dead?”
“We aren’t sure ma’am. But there’s a hit out on you and your children. You need to come with us.”
“Let me just grab the kids and some stuff.”
“No stuff ma’am. We need to go and we need to go now.”
She hurried down the hallway; the agents followed. The first door she opened was a small girl’s room. They stood and watched Hana wake the little sleeping girl. “Come on, we have to go.”
Reese walked in and picked the girl up when she didn’t respond fast enough. He looked over at Hana. “Any others?”
She nodded and raced down the hall with the him and the other agent closely following her. She barged into a pirate themed room fit for a young boy. Morris went in and picked the small boy up still asleep. “We don’t have time to wake them up.” He told Hana. “The assassin is coming.”
“Do you have any more children?” Reese asked.
“Kaliq. He’s in the nursery.” She answered.
He and Morris followed her one room down. She lifted her youngest son up from his crib and grabbed the teddy he was clenching in his fingers. “That’s all of us.”
“This way,” Reese ordered her as he and Morris backed from the doorway. As they walked towards the front door he called over the radio. “Package is on the way out. Keep all eyes open.”
He sat the young girl down in the back of the black SUV and had Morris put the young boy in next to her. Hana and the toddler were taken to the other SUV. With the entire family loaded, they took off.
Classified Location, 1250 hours
After riding in the back of the black SUV almost non-stop for thirteen hours, Hana was tired and cranky. She needed to use the restroom and feed all of her children. “Can we stop somewhere for food?” She asked the driver. “My kids are hungry. I couldn’t even grab any baby food for my youngest.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but we have to get you as far away as possible. It’s for your own safety.”
“But my son is hungry.”
The agent in the passenger seat passed her a package of graham crackers. “This was in the glove box. Rick’s kids tend to get hungry and are always hiding snacks in this car.”
“Thank you,” Hana said as she took the graham crackers. She opened the package and handed a small cracker to Kaliq. “Do you know where we are going?”
“No clue ma’am,” the driver, Rick, answered. “We are just following the GPS system to an unknown random location. We won’t know until we get there.”
“What about Parker’s parents?” she asked. “Where are they being taken to?”
The men both looked at each other and Hana became nervous. Finally Rick spoke, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but Travis and Claire Rain were killed last night. That’s why we got you out as fast as we could.”
Hana felt the tears welling up in her eyes. “Leslie?”
“We aren’t sure ma’am. A team was sent out to her, we won’t know until you all arrive at your locations.”
Hana wiped the unshed tears away. She continued to feed Kaliq. It was all she could do to keep from breaking down in the car. She didn’t know what the future held for her or her children, but she knew one thing, Parker Rain was still alive.