The Red Head

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"Please don't make me laugh", The Limp said with sarcasm. Before He could react, The Limp was on his feet and The Beggar sprawled on the floor with a sharp pain in his side. He knew only three people in the world could pull such a trick, he saw one of them die few months ago, and the only other person alive that could pull that trick is Marco Edoardo Alessandro, "The Italian", said Alessandro as if he was reading his mind. Marco stretch out his had and pulled him up, you're rusty Jon, he said in perfect english.

Jon knew Marco wasn't lying, he was really rusty, and hungry. The Limp and the expensive persona deceieved him. While he was undercover as a beggar, Marco seems to be living the life undercover. "We will be going on a trip Jon, it's time.". Still he said nothing, he walked towards what looked like a disused fire-escape, pulled hard at it, testing it and then started climbing. Marco needed to invitation. As Jon was climbing, his mind was working. He had not been in that apartment in over a year. He had left everything behind to become The Beggar, he had been The Beggar for a year and now, "It's time". Those words keep ringing in his ear.

"The place is bugged to the teeth, we will have to be quick and quiet" Jon said from the top of the stairs. Marcos didn't reply. Jon wasn't expecting any. He pushed hard at a section on the wall, and a false window popped out right out of the wall. He climbed in. Also immediately, the window became a wall again. Marco got to the top of the stairs and took off his shoes, performed similar rituals and got into the apartment.

Jon was standing with his arms raised above his head. He looked further and saw the reason, a red head was pointing a Russian type RMB-93 pump action shortgun pointed at him. He didn't need the invitation, his arms went up above his head.

Jon spoke first, "I have spent 30 seconds in this room and you have not pulled the trigger, that means you have no intention of doing so, so I am putting my arms down". He dropped his arms. Marco did the same. "I came here to pick a few supplies, the feds will be here in less than 5, say what your business is, we have no time".

"We are going to Russia". The voice startled both men. The voice is a mans, no doubt about that, but the person holding the weapon is a woman, a beautiful red head. Both men looked in her or his direction, they're not sure and said almost at the same time, "Say that again?".

"We're going to Russia, are you guys both deaf and dumb at the same time?".