Thank you 2 everyone who reviewed my Prologue - (sounds quite posh! LMAO!) This is the first chapter, havent written anymore yet but I will do in the next few days, revisin at the moment so I'll write whenever I have spare time if people want 2 read my story.
Chapter 1 – An Old friend
“Room service”
A harsh call accompanied the defined knock on the door. Sydney stirred and glanced across to the clock beside her on the table. 8am, another day had begun that promised to provide more risk, excitement and intrigue. She shivered, it was a freezing January morning and the air was cool due to the air conditioning that she had mistakenly left on over night. Her bare arm lay still, unable to move. Goosebumps had started to form and she struggled to control the shaking of her body.
“Knock Knock!” slammed the hand against the door yet again.
She had forgotten the rude awakening of room service and proceeded to remove herself from the cosy and decidedly warm bed. She struggled to pull on her dressing gown that lay on the bottom of the hotel bed. Clambering across the room, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair was knotted and looking way in need of a brush and her face was pale. Last nights mission had taken a lot out of her and this was the punishment of returning back and forgetting to moisturise!
‘Note to self Syd, never go to sleep without following the skin regime, cause the mirror sure don’t lie!’ she thought to herself.
This prompted a small smile that was quickly wiped off her face when she reached the door. On opening, outside stood a small, stocky looking man with receding hairline. His creased up face gave a stony glare,
“Sorry to awaken you at such an early hour Miss Derevko” he uttered in a rude manner, “but I have here a package that was delivered with strict instructions to be given to you personally.”
He bestowed on her a large brown envelope that was addressed to her in scrawny handwriting. Immediately Sydney’s mind filled with suspicion. Her nature meant that she had misgivings about the least thing but this particular article provided her with an uneasy feeling. The writing was familiar but at this point, she couldn’t provide an identity to it. She looked down at the man, and studied his face. He intently stared back making no expression.
“Anything else?” she enquired.
At this, he walked a little down the corridor and commenced pushing a silver-plated trolley crammed with Russian delights. He wheeled the trolley into Sydney’s room and proclaimed,
“This gourmet breakfast has been prepared especially for you on behalf of the Moscow Plaza. The chef has taken considerable care to include all the best dishes on the menu. I hope you enjoy it once you’ve awoken Miss Derevko!”
And with that final sarcastic comment, the man scurried off down the hallway.
‘Russian manners’ thought Syd, great way to start the day.
Hopefully not all the people in the city were this rude in the mornings!
Syd sighed. Her stomach groaned, and the food was calling to her, but her mind screamed that the package must come first. She slammed the door and grappled with the envelope. Inside she found a single, blue sheet of paper folded a number of times. In black marker on one side was a symbol that was all too recognizable. <O>
She froze. Her mind was right and the hunger in her stomach was now churning into fear. As she slowly opened the note she realised the identity of the sender.
“My Dear” read the first line,
He was back!
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*~Loz~* :blondewig:
