• From Russia with love


    Chapter 1: Knowing


    The room seemed to emit a tense atmosphere which didn't help at all with the mood she was in. Why, no how could this happen to her? Everything was so perfect, what could possibly cause this? Liz went back to her computer, searching desperately for an answer. All she had was a dirty old picture, no name, no address. The only way something could be found was if it just came to her, but she wanted to know more, needed to know more. She was only to stubborn to do otherwise.
    The phone rang. Liz ignored it and let the answering machine handle it. The ringing stopped and her voice began playing back. “Hello, this is Liz leave your message after the beep, bye!”. It was the same as any other recorded message, excluding the people who literally had entire conversations recorded on their phone. How she hated that. Then the beep came and Liz listened for whatever came next.
    “Hey George, this is Natasha, just calling to see if you’re home yet. Call me when you are.” Liz gave a sigh of relief. Finally, something to work with, even thought there wasn’t a last name it was still something. Liz took the tape out of the answering machine and stuck it into a plastic case which she then locked in a personal safe. Then she went backed to the computer and began to google® the name Natasha. Wasting her time on every site would take to long so Liz skipped to the 15th page. If the Natasha she was looking for was on page 1, then the media would have already told the entire population. And besides, George wasn’t that stupid.
    Nothing she found matched the picture she had, “D**n!” she yelled. Everything was going so smoothly up till now. All that was possible for her to do now was just to keep looking.

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    Two hours later a black sedan pulled into the gravel driveway of number 253 Kempton road. The driver didn’t fit the car, as if such a thing made sense. He was short and skinny, like a farmer in some third world country but his hair was short enough to speak against him having a head like the size of a friggin’ basketball. He looked to be in his 30’s but was really 41. All in all though, he was handsome to the average woman, and not to simple.
    The sound of the brakes screeching to a halt alarmed Liz inside the house. She swiftly shut down the laptop and set it down on a nearby desk. Then she undid the flopped down on the couch and began flipping through channels like everything was fine. Except it wasn’t. “Hello! Anyone home?” The mans voice ran through the house.
    “Yeah.” Replied Liz. Her voice wasn’t firm but there still wasn’t reluctance in it. “Where did you go this time George?, I forgot.” By saying this she was hoping to narrow down her rough idea of this “Natasha” person.
    “Austria.” George sat down next to Liz on the sofa. “Is something bothering you?" Something bothering me? She thought. What do you think would bother me you idiot? You just cheated on me! Me! We’re engaged, I’m pregnant and you cheated on me! Seriously, what the hell else could be bothering me?
    "No, nothing at all." She answered.