Mark Walden - H.I.V.E. 7: Aftershock

For Sarah

I love you

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twenty years ago

As the well-dressed old woman left the restaurant, she didnt notice that she was being watched from the dark alley across the street. The woman pulled her long coat tighter around herself and set off down the street, oblivious to the small, dishevelled figure following her. The young girl was dressed in dirty jeans and a threadbare jumper that looked several sizes too large, her long dark hair hanging down over her dirt-streaked face. She gained on the woman but was careful not to move too quickly for fear of attracting attention. As she drew closer she gave a small flick of the wrist and a knife appeared in her hand, as if from thin air. The girl increased her pace, finally breaking into a run only when she was just a couple of metres from her target. The knife flashed through the air slicing cleanly through the strap of the womans handbag as the young girl sprinted past her, snatching the bag before it hit the ground. In the split second that it took for the woman to realise what had happened the thief was already twenty metres away.

Hey, stop her! Shes got my bag! the woman yelled helplessly.

A man walking on the same side of the street made a grab for the girl but she evaded him by leaping on to the bonnet of a parked car and vaulting over his head in a single fluid move. The man turned and gave chase as the girl ran round the corner, weaving between pedestrians. She sprinted across the road, dodging the traffic, heading for the brightly illuminated red M sign on the other side of the street. Two policemen were standing near the entrance to the Metro, talking to a homeless man.

Hey! Officers! That girl, shes a thief! She just stole that bag! the man shouted, pointing at the girl.

The policemen ran to intercept her but she hurdled the railing of the stairwell leading down into the Metro station, landing gracefully on the steps five metres below. The policemen struggled past the passengers coming up the stairs. She sprinted through the underground train station, passing by the elaborate stained glass windows set into the marble walls, heading for the platforms. She leapt on to the smooth metal slope that separated the escalators and dropped on to her back, sliding down between the startled passengers and hitting the ground running. At the end of the lower concourse she stopped for a moment, listening to the sounds of the trains as the two policemen pushed their way on to the escalator. She stuffed the old womans bag inside the waistband of her jeans and ran towards the platform on her right just as the train started to pull out of the station. She stopped running, watching as the train accelerated away from the platform, waiting for the perfect moment. Just as the policemen rounded the corner behind her she began to run again, leaping into the air at the precise instant that the last carriage whistled past in front of her. She caught the handles on either side of the door on the rear of the train and hung on as it shot into the darkened tunnel.

Do svidaniya! she shouted at the two astonished policemen standing on the platform as they disappeared from view.

She clung on to the back of the train as it thundered through the tunnel, waiting patiently for the light that would signal their arrival at the next stop. As they pulled into the next station and the train slowed to a halt, she hopped on to the platform and joined the crowd of people heading for the surface. She walked up the stairs leading out of the station and decided to make her way home. A few minutes later she was climbing up the fire escape on the side of a disused factory building leading to the roof. She dropped down through one of the dirty skylights and on to the floor of the long-abandoned attic that was her current bolt-hole. She headed over to a table on the far side and picked up a box of matches and lit the oil lantern that stood on it. In the small pool of yellow light she examined the contents of the stolen bag.

How many times have I got to tell you, a voice said from the shadows, you dont work on my turf.

The girl spun round as four boys in their late teens emerged from the darkness at the other end of the room.

What? Did you think that I wouldnt be able to find you? You thieve on my patch and I will always know where you are. Now were going to have to teach you a lesson, you know, just to make sure that you understand the rules, the leader said as he walked towards her.

Im sorry, Boris, the girl said, as the boys moved to surround her. Ill give you a cut of my take. Hey, have it all if you want. I dont want any trouble.

Too late for that you had your chance. In fact, I think that this time I will be the one giving you a cut , yes? he said, pulling a knife from his pocket and holding it up in front of him.

One of the other boys lunged for the girl but she quickly dodged sideways and punched him in the mouth. He staggered backwards clutching at his mouth, blood oozing between his fingers. Boris watched as the other two uninjured boys ran at the girl and she dropped low, her foot lashing out at one of the boys ankles and sending him flying. As he hit the ground with a thud the other boy grabbed the girls arm and she spun round, driving her fist straight into his nose and knocking him backwards. She turned back towards Boris just in time to see him coming before he slammed into her and knocked her to the ground. He pinned her down and held the knife in front of her face, the reflected light from the lantern glinting in its blade.

And now Im going to make an example of you, he said, bringing the tip of the knife to within a couple of millimetres of her eye.

There were four muffled pops and a look of surprise on Boriss face as a blood-red patch began to spread across the white material of his T-shirt, directly above his heart. The girl cried out in fear as Boriss body toppled forward on to her. She pushed him off, leaping to her feet as two figures emerged from the darkness at the other end of the room. The man was tall and muscular with dark hair that was peppered with grey. He slid the silenced pistol back into the shoulder holster that he was wearing beneath his immaculately tailored suit. He had emotionless eyes which gave him a terrifying air of ruthlessness. The woman standing beside him was equally tall and strikingly beautiful, her long dark hair hanging straight down to her shoulders. The suit she wore was clearly just as expensive as the mans. Unlike the man, however, she was smiling. The girl backed away from them as they walked towards her, almost tripping over the body of another of the four boys that they had just murdered.

Hello, Natalya, the woman said, still smiling. I cannot tell you how glad I am to have finally found you.

Stay away from me, the girl replied, still retreating. Stay away from me, Im warning you. She snatched Boriss knife from the floor. I mean it. Ill cut you if you come any closer.

No, you wont, the man said calmly, still slowly walking towards her. You may try but it wont make any difference.

The girl felt genuine fear now as she slowly stepped backwards, holding the knife defensively in front of her.

Who are you? How do you know my name?

My name is Anastasia Furan and this is my brother, Pietor, the woman replied. I have been searching for you for a long time, Natalya. I want you to come with us.

Why would I go anywhere with you? I dont even know you, the girl replied.

I am going to make you an offer, my dear. You can come with me now and let me try to channel your obvious talents more... effectively , or I can walk away and Pietor will shoot you and dump your body in the Moskva river, Anastasia replied. The fact that she didnt stop smiling made the threat even more terrifying.