Meeting with the Russian mob.

5:00am

Thick clouds blocked the Seattle dawn as they moved overhead. The Escalade pulled up in front of the shipyard on the docks. The driver opened his window and told the approaching guard something in Russian and he turned to open the gate, the car entering the docks.

When the car stopped the driver got out to let Max, Dimitri and the Russian lady out. Light droplets of rain fell on Max's face as she got out causing her to pull her coat tightly around her body. The pupil of her eyes readjusted as her vision zoomed in and out giving the every inch of her surroundings a once over; 15 guards, 9mm semi-automatic pistols and Kalashnikov **** rifles, all look like their probably ex-KGB. Shit, if things go sour getting out of her was gonna be a bitch', she thought to herself.

"Dimitri." A cold voice echoed from the shadows. A man emerged, his face hard and emotionless, a scar that ran from his forehead to his chin on the left side of his face his distinguishing feature.

Nikoli Garnovskaya.

"You ver right" Dimitri's whole demeanor changed when he spoke to Nikoli, he became timid, careful, "the American is trying to double cross you."