It's just a dream - Jackson Waldron (read any book .txt) 📗

explained it to her and she began to cry. “So, this whole time, I’ve been helping a criminal?” He nodded. “Take my car, if you take the other one, they’ll be able to tell it’s you. And, I know I shouldn’t do this, but, here’s some money, take it and get out of the country, get as far away as possible.” He nodded, grabbed her keys and the money and quickly walked out back. He entered the garage and was about to get in when he noticed a shimmer of light. He looked at the work bench and then he realised what the shimmer was, a handgun was sitting there next to roughly 200 magazines. He smiled and pain shot through him like tiny little spears jabbing at his nerves. His legs gave way and he toppled to the ground. Melony came running into the garage and almost tripped over him. “Oh my gosh, are you ok?” He nodded, but got up grunting. He pointed to the gun and ammo. “Remember, I work for the FBI?” He nodded but kept pointing. “Oh, you want to take it.” He nodded. “Do you know how to use one?” He nodded, he had been briefly taught how to use one at army cadets. He hoped it was enough. “Take it.” She mumbled. He walked over to her, hugged her and then he grabbed the gun and jammed it in his pants, Melony helped him load the ammo into the car and soon he was out of Bondi and driving towards a private airport, Melony had arranged transport to wherever he wanted to go. All he had to do was get in the plane and fly to his destination of choice, Moscow.

 

Chapter 3: Moscow

Chapter 3

The trip to Moscow was slow and boring, the plane was old and creaked with every movement. He tried to sleep several times but couldn’t due to the overwhelming guilt. After 2 hours of trying to sleep, he gave up and tried to think of a plan for once he got to Moscow. No turning back now David. He thought. The plane had to make a stop in China to fuel up. David was told to hide in amongst some blankets in case of authorities. He did as he was told and they managed to make it through without a problem.

 

It felt like days but finally the plane touched down just outside of Moscow on private property. Melony had done well, the moment he stepped off the plane he was escorted to a taxi where he was given a fake I.D. and passport. From then on he was known as Dimitri Barishka. The taxi driver drove to small hut just outside of Moscow, it was a beautiful little hut, made out of logs and glistening with dew. A small cloud of smoke was forming above the chimney, he could see a dull light shining through the morning fog. He got out of the taxi and wandered warily up the drive. “Hello?” he said as he knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Came an unknown voice. He turned the door handle and creaked the door open. He took a step into the hut and was instantly filled with warmth. He took another step to reveal a beautiful black leather armchair with a tall, broad man sitting within. “Hello, you must be David. Melony told me you were coming.” He said with a smile.

“Who are you?”

“Me? Ex special agent Barishnakov at your service.” David instantly whipped his gun out and pointed it at Barishnakov. Barishnakov let out a low laugh, “You won’t shoot me.”

“I don’t know, it’s pretty tempting.” David snarled.

“You need me.”

“For what?”

“I know things, I know this city, and most importantly, I can help you.” David put his gun away. ”Fine, but what do I do from here, I have no family, no friends and I’m a wanted fugitive. What’s to say that you’re not just going to hand me over to the cops and claim the reward? How can I trust you?”

“Simple, you don’t. But from the way I see it, you don’t have a choice. You either listen to me and survive, or be a fool and get yourself arrested or killed.” Barishnakov explained. “Alright, what do you suggest I do?” David questioned.

“First thing’s first. We need to get you a disguise.”

Chapter 4: In the eyes of the police

“You bloody fools!” Shouted Senior Constable Johnson. “How bloody hard is it to contain a mere civilian from escaping our shores? Now we have an officer in a critical condition and another dead! I am suspending you both for 6 weeks. Unpaid!”

“But sir, I have a wife and kids who rely on me to bring in the money for them. You can’t do this to me.” Whined Detective smith.

“And I need money for my life.” Stated Officer Williamson.

“Williamson that is by far the poorest excuse I have heard in a long time, now get out before I fire your asses!” He stomped out of the room and began barking orders at everyone. Smith and Williamson walked quickly out of the room and out the door. “Hey Williamson.” Whispered Smith.

“Yeah.” “What do you say we ditch what Johnson says and go look for this David?”

“I don’t know, I think I might just sit out the suspension.”

“Wimp.” Tormented Smith.

“I am not a wimp, I just don’t want to get in more trouble.”

“Fine, but I’m going to catch David Callas, if it’s the last thing I do.”

“You have to be joking right.”

“What?”

“Can you get any cheesier?”

“Possibly, do you want me to try?”

“Not really.”

“Well then, I believe this is the part where our paths dissipate and we choose our own ways.”

“Yeah, whatever, see you later.” Grumbled Williamson. He wandered off towards his car. “Right.” Stated Smith. He turned, took a step, then another, then he realised something. He didn’t need Williamson to take down David. At that moment he knew what god had put him on this planet for. He was going to take down David Callas.

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