Ah the Czech Republic. There is nothing like Prague in the fall, spring, summer, or winter. I left Brazil three weeks ago after nearly being killed in stupid Rio. It was crazy- I had gotten back to my room and had been there for about ten minutes, before a gas can had been thrown into my room and bullets went flying. I was pumped; I did a cartwheel to the right to get my nine mil out of my nightstand. Taking cover from behind my bed I added to the fire. When I had maxed out that magazine, I grabbed my Kalashnikov from under my bed and really began to do some damage. 

When the smoke had cleared some I moved from my bed to assess the damage. There were two dead and one quickly dying men on my floor. Their weapons looked government issued- they type that SEALS and black op Marines would get, but they didn’t have on government issued clothing- just black cavalier vests, shirts, and pants. I dropped my gun, and stooped over to try and quickly interrogate the dying man when I was caught with a kick from behind. In pain I rolled over and began crawling away form the man while keeping my eyes on him. He followed and soon I was backed up against my bed. As he advanced I pulled a two throwing knives and threw them, one hit him in the thigh the other in his stomach.  

He fell over and I quickly rushed over to him. I could hear sirens in the distance- I had three minutes to get info from this guy and get out of here before I was done for. I slapped him a few times and begin yelling for the name of the guy who screwed me. 

“Medina” came the dying groan. 

Out of a pure, animalistic rage I roughly grabbed the knife from his thigh and slit his throat with it. I growled as I quickly moved through the room and got my computer, wires, and a few of my weapons and my emergency kit. I grabbed anything else that was traceable to me and my country and ran to a window. I carefully moved to the ledge connected to my window and scaled the building until I reached the blind shot that overlooked an alley. Jumping down I activated my mini parachute, and floated down. Stashing the device in a dump stair, I threw some lighting fluid and a match in there burning it and the blueprints to Luxuria Do Sangue as well as my dress with that stupid tracking device that the bitch from the club put on me.  

Walking away from the building, I waited until I was three blocks away- about the time the police had made it up to my floor- before I took out a remote and detonated the bomb in my room. The place went up in flames, the dark orange and yellow hues from the fire igniting the night with a light and heat that it hadn’t had in a while. Dressed in a bra and some boy shorts, toting black duffel I made got my ass out of South America and into Europe. 

So, I spent three weeks aimlessly wandering around Prague- brooding and milling around, searching and thinking. Viper sent me an email the other day; he said that he found a lot of useful info and that we should meet up soon to consolidate our information once he finished up with the other European leads. I just hoped he didn’t come to Prague. I needed some time to think before this case ran me ragged. 

‘I hope that loser is fairing better than me.’ 

-o- 

Viper had been doing considerably well. He started his tour in Great Britain. There he found out about Quest, the Guild, and operation Blackhart. Turns out that bitch he fell in love with was Quest. He had been angry for a few days, but he got over it. At least he got he didn’t get screwed over like the illustrious child prodigy. He would have to thank Kurt next time he saw him.

Anyway after Leaving GB, Viper went to France for a little down time before he began tracking Quest and the Guild. The true mission was the destruction of the Blackhart Guild and the capture of all their major Operatives. Now of course with for an organization that has been around for centuries that would it would prove hard, but Quest made that challenge easier. Her want to be with her ‘sister’ would help aid her down fall. 

Viper followed the trail from France, all through Scandinavia, into Russia and Asia. He trekked the Siberian plains and Mongolian straits to get and kill that harpy, all the while the only thought that ran through his mind was that whore, Violet better known as Quest. 

-o- 

It was spring time in Amsterdam. Amsterdam was always beautiful, but the soft beautiful spring gave off an air of vitality, femininity, and masculinity. It put love in the air, as well as pot and sex. He was in a café, performing a stake out when he saw her, she was a vision to behold, but then again that could have been because her hair, eyes, and clothes went well with the Amsterdam spring backdrop. They tap-danced around each other for two weeks before he was able to make a move on her.

-o- 

“Violet, Mon Cherie, I am in love with you” 

This was the first time Viper had ever poured his heart out to anyone. This woman in his arms would be the first and the last.

“Oh Gustav, don’t call me that; it reminds me of my father” The girl sneered lightly then sweetly added “but I love you too Gus” They kissed. He pressed his lips lightly against hers and she presses back.

His hands moved from her waist to her face cupping it before threading his finders through her hair. He pulled lightly on the hair and heard her gasp.

 Chuckling, he took advantage of the noise as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Their tongue’s dueled and danced and Viper couldn’t help but want more of the delectable flower who was so aloof yet so close. He and Violet were intimate and after each time he not only felt closer to her but he would dream about her. They would be married and she would be pregnant with his child, they would grow old together, and she would be his forever. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her. 

-o-

 “Violet” He called into their apartment. They had been sharing the space for at least four months. He was slight annoyed by her lack of response, until he saw the blood. There was a trail that led from the kitchen to the bedroom.

Viper rushed into the room, fearful of the foul fate that his beloved Violet has succumbed to. Blood was everywhere, on the sheets, walls and floor, but there was no girl. Viper tore the house apart in rage, pity, sorrow, and despair for his lost love, upon his knee’s wit hot tears streaming from his face he vowed to avenge his lost love.

-o- 

He saw her, his lost love, but not in the way he had hoped for. She was his enemy. He felt shocked, angry, betrayed, and disoriented. She sneered down at him, her regal head high and squared on her shoulders. She berated and denounced him. Then she burned him. She sent the U.S. Government a care package of pictures and wire tapings of their time together. She taunted him, as the government interrogated him before letting him go.  

-o- 

Viper shook his head at the old memories, trying to get them to go away. He would have his revenge. He would kill Quest and have the little child diva bow before his feet.

-o-

 I felt like I had been taken for a loop. All of the things that I got from Medina and Kurt barely matched up. On top of that Medina tried to kill me, and that bastard Viper probably has the case in the bag. None of this mission made sense and I was surprised I hadn’t gotten an aneurism yet. As a Christian would say, I was caught between a rock and a hard place, and I was debating on if I wanted to shave my head and become a bush woman in Africa. 

Deciding that coffee would be instrumental in making my decision, I walked over to my favorite café to have my last cup of Joe before I left the Czech. As I got my coffee, I began debating on whether or not caribou was indigenous to Africa when some one bumped in to me. 

“Oh I am sorry” we exclaimed at the same time. Looking up at the persons face I was shocked. 

“Victoria?”

“Cassia!” Victoria exclaimed pulling me in to a bear hug that should have been impossible for some one her size. “How are you?” she asked her blue eyes twinkling. Victoria was a spy like Alistair; the only difference was that I trusted Vicky a hell of a lot more than I did Alistair. “I am good, how are you?” I responded. Victoria was my off the street mentor; we hooked up on a job once and she helped so me the ropes mercenary style. She opened my narrow-mined eyes to the big picture. She also save my skin god knows how many times. She was practically family.

 “I am fine. What are you doin in the Czech, last time I heard you and Viper were supposed to be working on some big case?” Victoria asked. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. 

“Uh-oh” Vicky said catching on to my mood. “Let’s sit down and talk.”

 We sat down, and for an hour I spilled my guts about this nerve racking case. “But none of it adds up, where is the new child, who continually broke in to governm

ent property and stole the children, why the hell didn’t some one tell me that vampires are frackin’ real?” I questioned. “Yea and why did Medina rat the guild out, and then try and have you killed, and why the hell didn’t you kill his blooksuckin’ ass” Violet huffed her normally soft voice turning hard became lased with venom. 

I sighed again. “This is so ridiculous.” I whined. Victoria looked unfazed. She just stood up and stretched before she dusted imaginary lint off of her person. When she finished, she looked down at me. “Seems like you have acquired some faulty information.” She stated. I would have sighed again but she continued. “I say we go and figure this case out for ourselves, mercenary style.” She finished with a smile. I looked up at her face. Smiling myself I got up to join her.

 “Sounds good to me” I replied 

“Good, I know just the place where we can start.”

-o-

Viper was waiting in the Admiral’s club in the airport in Holland. He was about to go to Rome to piece together the rest of the case. His waiting place was nothing more than a balcony of windows that over looked the masses in the airport. He jadedly watched the people flow by. 

It was the hair that caught his attention. He had only seen one girl with hair so silvery blond and silky it looked like spun silk. 

“Violet” he whispered darkly. As if she heard him, the girl turned to look at him. She smirked at him and turned her attention elsewhere. Viper followed her gaze: he saw a short, black figure moving towards Violet. “Cassia” he whispered shocked. ‘

They know each other?!?’ he though franticly, as he looked back at Violet only to find that she was gone and so was Cassia.

 ‘MERDE!’