14 My debt 1 (2/2)
The only thing that attracts attention in his room is the crammed shelf of several hundred books next to his desk and the subjects of the books there were so varied that we couldn't learn anything about his preferences with them.
'It must be in the drawer.'
The reason he needed light was to see the map of Boston he had just pulled out of one of the drawers in his desk.
No one goes to war without a plan.
'I know that you wouldn't have approved what I am going to do because you are afraid that I will be killed. I also know that you would like them all to die even more than me, so we will do it like that. I promise to kill them all and not to die. It will pay off the debt that I owe you...'
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8 years earlier
6:30 a.m, Boston
A young brunette in her mid-twenties dressed in a crumpled two-piece suit was snoring on her desk.
For the past 10 months, Lana Walker, an agent in the local FBI office of Boston, was working on an important case.
The investigation had been at a standstill for 1 month now and being of a particularly fierce nature, she just had her third sleepless night of the week.
The beautiful woman she used to be had a very neglected appearance these days.
Her bun could no longer be described as a hairstyle, the dark circles under her eyes made her look like a zombie and a trace of drool that had passed down her cheek on one of her documents finished making her lose all her charm.
She had dozed off just 1 hour ago and there was no more coffee in the only machine on her floor. There was indeed another one, two floors higher, but she didn't feel brave enough to go there.
”Huuuuuuuuuh... My head! I can't go on like this. Maybe...”
She looked right, then left to see if one of the desks around her was occupied.
Fortunately, none of her colleagues had been early, there was no one to judge her if she went back to sleep.
'Just 30 little minutes. I beg you.'
15 minutes later.
”Lana! You will never guess what happened!”
A thin and balding fifty-year-old guy arrived with a file in hand, he knew she would be there in advance but he hadn't suspected that she would have spent the night here.
”Fuck! Spencer, you could have avoided shouting.”
He was a good partner, he knew exactly what the problem was when he saw Lana's face and he also knew how to solve it.
”I'll get you a coffee, we'll talk about it when you wake up.”
She still looked pissed off but he knew she would become sweet like a lamb after she had her morning dose of caffeine.
”Yes, do that and leave the file before you go.”
She said to him as she saw him go with it.
She knew he wouldn't be in such a state if it wasn't for good reason, so she quickly opened the file to find out what was going on.
At first glance, nothing unusual, just a report on the illegal arrival of an individual on American soil.
'What makes this document so special?'
After flipping through several pages, she understood why this document was so important.
'His name is... Damn!'
At the top of the page, there was a photo of a child looking somewhat angry by the flash of the photo that had just been taken of him.
'If we forget his jaded look, I could almost find him cute. Lazar Sogorov... We're going to have a little chat you and me.'