red_peril: (muddy)
Illya Kuryakin ([personal profile] red_peril) wrote2016-03-09 11:47 am
Entry tags:

The End - For Sinthia

(Takes place one week after this entry. http://red-peril.dreamwidth.org/2504.html)

He tucked his shirt into his pants, the bulletproof vest with it's squib packs of blood in place. Illya didn't even have time to text Sinthia to let her know that the conclusion of the mission was happening now. His handlers had intercepted him on his way to work as he stopped to get coffee that morning before heading to Ivan's restaurant.



"Are you ready for this, Kuryakin?" his FBI handler asked. Amanda was a petite older woman. She was just over five foot and had to crane her neck to look up at the very tall Russian agent.

"Da," he said curtly, adjusting his tie and putting on his jacket. The new thin fabric bulletproof vest was well hidden beneath his clothes. "Are you sure this is going to work?"

"Nervous?" She asked, her cool green eyes searched his face for any trace of anxiety.

"I would be fool not to be," he told her. His face unreadable. "Listen if anything happens to me," he said pulling a hastily written note out of his pocket, "Get this to Sinthia, please." When she was about to protest, he continued, "She knows about the mission, I already told you that. Sinthia won't do anything to compromise it. And this only goes to her if something happens to me. If everything goes as planned, you can just throw it away."

"Just be careful in there, handsome. Don't make me have to deliver this," she said to the FSB agent as she slipped the letter into her bag.

With that he put his gun in its shoulder holster, buttoned his jacket, and stepped out of the trailer. It was parked in a vacant parking lot behind the coffee shop. Illya went in the back door, ordered coffee and by 7:00 am he was at Ivan's side as the old man picked up his grandchildren to take them to school. The rest of the day went fairly routinely.

"The Chechens new leader wants to meet," Ivan announced. "This afternoon. In a neutral location," Ivan said, amused. There was no such thing as a neutral location in New York. As it was, they would meet at a warehouse on the dock in Brighton Beach. There had been squabbling among the Chechens faction of the Vor since Anatoli, their previous leader, had been assassinated earlier in the week. Apparently some sort of truce seemed to be in order. The new man was wanting to heal old wounds between the two Vor factions.

They arrived at the warehouse exactly on time, Illya getting out of the car ahead of Ivan, as usual. Illya recognized the old warehouse. It was not the first time it had been used as a meet. It was strangely deserted. A single shipping container was sitting in the middle of the warehouse floor. "Wait," Drawing his weapon, Illya checked around the container and there was no one.

"There is no one here. Something is wrong," he said looking around the dark warehouse. He returned to Ivan's side. This was supposed to be a routine meeting and yet the Chechen were not here. "It feels like an ambush, boss. You need to get out of here."

Taking his advice, the old man headed back toward his limousine. Just as he was about to get in, a bullet zinged off the door frame and Illya shoved Ivan inside the back seat of the car. "Stay down! Drive!"

Everything after that seemed to happen in slow motion. Illya knew he would be hit, that was the plan. He turned to return fire but didn't have a chance. Of course, that was when the Chechens decided to join the party.

Three bullets slammed into his chest exploding the squibs and making it look as though he had been fatally hit. But even with the bulletproof vest on, it felt like someone hit him with a sledge hammer. Gasping for air, Illya slumped back against the open door of the car.

But the Chechen didn't know the shots weren't being fired in their direction and they opened up on Ivan's car. He felt another searing pain as a slug tore through his thigh. Two more shots hit him in the chest and the shoulder. He felt like he was falling in slow motion as the car moved away and he collapsed just as another bullet struck him, this time in the head. He had no idea if Ivan managed to escape the authorities or if the task force had caught him. Everything went black.

~~~~~~~~~~

Under the circumstances, Amanda didn't think that just a note dropped off at Ms. Schmidt's workplace was sufficient. At least, she wouldn't want to get such a note in the mail with no explanation if her boyfriend had been the one who had been critically injured. She went against orders to track Sinthia down and headed to the auction house where she worked.

"Ms. Schmidt? I'm afraid need you to come with me." Amanda Bergen told her, as she showed the woman her FBI credentials.
abyssum_invocat: (now you've got my attention)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-12 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Sinthia wasn't an extremely hard woman to find; she was sitting at her desk at a computer with a pink diamond pendant held up and being examined through a jeweler's loupe when she saw the federal badge wallet, and set it down far more calmly than she felt. She'd experienced nerves before, the uncomfortably jittery, liquid feeling in her chest when a job had gone sideways, or any number of other circumstances, but never over someone else.

First time for everything, indeed. She stood, putting the necklace and glass into a small velvet bag, slipping it into a locked drawer in her desk and taking a breath. "Is there something you need to fear?" she asked, stomach feeling tight. As much as she wanted to ask where Illya was, what had gone wrong, and simply tear off to find him, it wouldn't have done her much good, not with the window she'd likely have. If the FBI had gotten him killed through stupidity--or malice, she wouldn't count that out--there would be infinite amounts of hell to pay.

"What went wrong?"
abyssum_invocat: (not her father's child)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-12 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"You said you were afraid that I needed to come with you." Clearly it wasn't a misunderstanding; Sinthia didn't have any quizzical look about her, remaining calm if inwardly getting more worried, more angry by the second when she was given the envelope. She closed her fingers around it and felt the line of her mouth tremble once and thin.

"What did you do to him?" she asked, voice simmering with controlled fury. "Is he alive?"
abyssum_invocat: (riders on the storm)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-12 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good idea," Sinthia replied simply. She was going to be told everything--whether that was the plan or not--and if she had to do so illegally, well... she was good at that.

As she followed the woman out of the building and back into the afternoon light of New York, she pulled her car keys out of her purse. "Which helipad are we going to?" She can promise, though it shouldn't be needed, that she can get there faster.
abyssum_invocat: (business)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-12 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I can get there faster than a cab," she said. If she had more than two neurons the woman wouldn't talk in the back of a cab anyway: Sinthia knew half her suppositions about Amanda were at best uncharitable, but couldn't bring herself to care.

This was exactly why she didn't like most government agencies, the ones who had traded her like a brainless object suitable for horrible tasks notwithstanding; most people involved int hat she had actively hunted down and killed. "He may be your friend. I respect that. He's something more to me."
abyssum_invocat: (Default)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-12 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not really something you can plan against," she said, sliding into the driver's seat and checking the rear mirror before tearing off; she was an excellent driver and didn't worry about the traffic around her, trusting the other drivers would gt out of the way.

"Not unless you take rather extreme measures." The scars dotted in nonsense patterns over her scalp told that much.
abyssum_invocat: (sideways look)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-13 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"That was a stupid mistake," Sinthia said, halfway to a vaguely disgusted laugh. "They're Chechen Vor, what did you think they were going to do, send a note with tea and halva? Anatoli isn't properly cold yet, they weren't going to miss a meet with the Russians for half the gold in the Orient."

It wasn't that she personally thought Amanda herself was a fool, though this wasn't much raising her opinion of the woman. But if she, who had far less money and resources to expend on keeping up with the movements of international criminals, could keep up, why a federal organization couldn't was beyond her. "You haven't upgraded to the armor with STF yet?"
abyssum_invocat: (war-torn)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-14 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Sinthia didn't respond to the list of injuries, while she was glad they were so relatively few; still, the right side of the chest was a bad spot for injuries given the proximity to the heart, and her frustration showed in her picking up speed as they got closer to the helipad. It was turning slowly from anger on her pert to tangible worry, and she fidgeted incessantly, tapping her fingers on the wheel when they were stopped before she could get out. She needed to take a few deep breaths, but the time that would need seemed too precious to take right then.

"Define 'just a scratch'."
abyssum_invocat: (Default)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-15 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
There was a fraction of a second where Sinthia flexed her fingers around the steering wheel, breathing deeply at the news that it hadn't fractured the skull; she knew all too well how easy it was to do that without the force of a bullet.

"You first," she said, distracted but following Amanda; the flight was thankfully short, because Sinthia wasn't thinking about anything but getting to Illya.
abyssum_invocat: (business)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-15 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Get me the dean of the hospital," Sinthia said, not angrily but firmly. "Because I'm seeing him. Poke me later if you want for proof, I have nothing he can catch. I'm seeing him."

She didn't even break stride as she went through the doors to the ICU, focused and formidable.
abyssum_invocat: (Default)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-15 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Since I already am, you're already wrong about that," she answered absently, standing and not taking her eyes off Illya, as if memorizing the injuries and cataloguing them for some unknown purpose. Her brows creased, normally clear blue and brown eyes flicking back and forth from his face, bruised and relaxed by sedatives and bandaged, to the monitor showing his vital signs.

She slipped her hand into the one of his not encumbered by a splint, rubbing her thumb very gently over his knuckles as she schooled her breathing. "What did you get yourself into, ptichka?" she asked softly, more to herself than actually expecting Illya to answer, since she certainly wasn't addressing anyone else in the room. Not until she turned around, anyway.

"What's his condition and prognosis?"
abyssum_invocat: (muted)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-15 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Did you induce the coma or did he slip into it naturally?" she asked, masking the tremor of fear that shrugged its way up her spine when he'd said it first. "I assume no punctures of the intercostal muscles, since he's not ventilated."

She knew her own version of the medical language, yes. Having put people into hospitals, and taken them out, for many years it was impossible to remain ignorant of it and still do a good job. "He;ll need a cane at first." She'd had her knee broken once, she knew how the recovery went.
abyssum_invocat: (masquerade of normalcy)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-15 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"No," she murmured, looking at his shoulder while the doctor described the major problems with it. "He doesn't play any sports."

The damage to the shoulder would be a lengthy process to fix, though. "He plays music."
abyssum_invocat: (a queen on her throne)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2016-03-15 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"More than a year?" she asks, tilting her head but not looking away from Illya where he lay. "I'm staying with him here. Until he gets moved to a room."

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-16 02:33 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-17 00:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-17 02:14 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-17 02:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-17 03:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-18 01:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-19 04:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-19 13:51 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-19 14:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-19 15:06 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-19 17:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-19 18:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-20 00:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-20 01:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-20 03:05 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-20 19:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-20 22:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-21 02:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-21 02:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-21 20:01 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-22 02:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-22 03:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-23 02:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-23 03:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-23 03:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-23 19:50 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-24 02:28 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-24 03:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-24 03:24 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-24 03:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-25 02:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-25 02:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-25 03:19 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-25 22:19 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-26 19:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-26 20:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-27 03:18 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-28 02:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-28 21:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-30 03:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-30 03:55 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-03-30 04:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-01 13:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-02 04:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-05 01:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-05 04:00 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-05 04:28 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-05 05:09 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-08 02:35 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-08 03:17 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-08 23:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-09 02:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat - 2016-04-09 02:34 (UTC) - Expand