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grabbed hold of it and yanked it away from him.  Turning the gun on its owner, she pressed the barrel into his clear eye and pulled the trigger.  The body jerked and went still and Nadya tossed the handgun down beside the body.
     
    The smoke cleared and Nadya saw no sign of any more guards or her target.  If the bitch bugged out and I’ve gone on a kill crazy rampage for nothing, I’m going to hunt Lonestar down and cause him a good deal of pain.
     
    She saw a couple more doors leading out of the room.  One looked like a closet and the other, she assumed, was a bathroom.  Looking between the two doors, she settled on the one she guessed was the closet and started towards it.
     
    Catching brief movement out of the corner of her eye, Nadya turned her head in time to see a third guard emerging from behind a desk.  She scolded herself for not properly clearing the room, but the mental disciplining was cut short as the guard fired and Nadya cried out as the bullet tore through the leather of her jacket and ripped across her shoulder blade.
     
    Blood sprayed against the door in front of her.  Cringing and forcing herself to think past the pain, Nadya spun around and lifted the AK-47 in her right arm only, aiming in the general direction of the final guard.  Letting out a pained cry of rage, she squeezed the trigger and sent a barrage of bullets screaming towards the man.  He tried to move out of the way, but the sporadic spray of ammunition pinned him in and tore him apart, sending him stumbling backwards, hitting the edge of the desk he’d been hiding under and then falling down on top of it.
     
    The rifle clicked empty and Nadya dropped it.
     
    The final guard spat up a wad of blood and fell still.
     
    Nadya twisted her head around in an attempt to get a look at the nasty wound she’d received.  She didn’t think it would be fatal if she got medical attention soon.  First thing’s first, though; I have to finish the job.   She turned back to the closet door, her eyes going cold.  She kicked the door open.
     
    On the other side, the woman she was after waited.  She stepped forward out of the closet, a whiff of strange aroma flowing off of her.  Almost like incense.  Long brown hair flowed out behind her, resting against the shoulders of her dress.  It was a very pretty dress.
    Too bad it’s about to get some nasty stains…
     
    “Insolent cunt!” the woman said in a crisp British accent.
     
    “Well, at least you don’t waste time with casual introductions,” Nadya shot back.
     
    “Do you have any idea who you’re fucking with?” she demanded.
     
    Nadya reached down and slid the combat knife free from her boot.  “Nope.  And apparently, neither do you.”  Without hesitation, she jammed the point of the knife into the side of the woman’s throat.  Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth to cry or beg or sling another insult out but could only manage a gurgle as blood trickled past her lips.
     
    Nadya pulled the bloody knife free and stood, watching as the woman stumbled back, a look of surprise on her face.  As if she hadn’t expected to die.
     
    “No one ever does,” Nadya muttered in Russian as she watched her target fall back into the corner of the closet and finish bleeding out.  She wiped the blade clean on one of the articles of clothing in the closet, wondering if any of the guards had a car she could steal to get to one of Vladimir’s doctors.
     
    She never saw the thin tendril snaking up from behind her until it struck, wrapping tightly around her slender throat and yanking her backwards out of the closet.

Chapter Five: Victory
     
    At first, Nadya thought she’d neglected to kill all of the guards after all.  Her windpipe was choked closed and her mouth gaped, trying to suck in air.  Her feet lifted from the floor and a moment later she was pulled through the air.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw the monster she’d encountered earlier in the