Run, fast, faster. I felt my lungs burning but I knew I couldn't stop. It was cold outside with snow on the ground but my body felt hot as I ran down a road. I could hear the dogs behind me barking. I knew they would be on my heals in a few minutes if I didn't speed it up. Run. I took a sharp left turn and ran through a tree line into the woods. If I could just find a remote house to stay in for a few minutes I could be safe. If I could find some kind of shelter... I tripped on a branch and I felt myself hit the ground although my mind was elsewhere.

I remember it like yesterday.

"Rori," Mycroft said as he sat down in front of me at a fancy sitting room somewhere in London. I had no idea where I was because his men put a bag over my head like I was some kind of criminal. Well, I am but I work for the better now. Sometimes I can't help myself though, when something is just too good to pass up. But I haven't taken one of those jobs in a few months. No, Mycroft didn't get me for that. He wanted my help and was I going to give it to him? I wanted to see him beg before I did anything for that man.

I looked around the room trying to act bored even though I was trying to figure out where I was. I bet it was by the Themes by the looks of how dressed up the men were. They looked like they worked in a classy part of town which would only mean one thing, by the river, the business district. "What?" I asked with a bored tone, not even looking at him. "I was enjoying a walk in the park until I was rudely interrupted by none other than you. Figures, you always seem to ruin the moment."

He handed me a file without saying anything. I took it and looked at the photos of different men. The file information was about Russia and deep undercover work that had been done already. "What is this for?" I asked, unable to control my curiosity. Why was he coming to me about this?

"We have reason to believe that the crowed that Zane owed money to is bigger than we thought. Because you knew the most about him, we would like you to work for us."

I laughed, harder than I had in weeks. That was a great joke. Why would he want me to work for him? He hated me. "That's a good one Mycroft," I chuckled out and handed him back the file. Like I would ever work for the UK government. That was practically against my religion.

Mycroft frowned at me, he was expecting me to turn him down. "Do you know where Sherlock is?"

"With you guys parents for the holidays," I said remembering the day he left. It had been a little over two weeks since I last saw him but I had been enjoying the holidays in silence with Miss Hudson. We had a lovely Christmas feast just the two of us.

"Did you know he killed a man the other day."

I frowned, I never thought of Sherlock being violent. "And you know this for a fact?" I leaned in closer wanting to hear more. I hadn't seen Sherlock since a little before Christmas but everything seemed fine to me with him. He didn't invite me to come with him and I didn't ask. I thought I would skip out of all of the drama that John and his wife were having. And I don't think I could stand Sherlock's parents if they were anything like Sherlock and Mycroft.

He nodded. "I saw it with my own eyes," Mycroft said with a calm voice.

"So what are you saying?" I asked, not sure why he was telling me this information.

"I'm saying that you either can help us or Sherlock will be sent to prison for a very long time," he said and pushed the folder back to me.

Mycroft and black mailing wasn't new, Sherlock told me that he often did it to get what he wanted, but I didn't think that he would ever black mail me. I barely knew the man. I sighed. I knew what I had to do. I couldn't let Sherlock rot in prison. Prison wasn't for him. It would eat him alive. He had always had my back and now it was my turn to return the favor. "What do you want me to do?" I asked and took the folder from him.

He gave me a cocky smile as if he won the game and said, "how good is your Russian?"

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I pushed up from the ground and started to sprint again. I was not willing to get taken by those Russians, knowing that if they took me away I would not be able to be saved. Mycroft would not help me, he hated me. He was just waiting for an excuse to leave me here to die. Then I would be out of his hair for good and make his life a lot easier.  He wanted me to get caught. I was adding my own ideas to his plans and so called throwing a wrench in his perfect ideas. But little did he knew, his perfect ideas weren't perfect and if I didn't act outside of protocol, we wouldn't have gotten the information we had. Yes I was working for him, but I wasn't about to let him boss me around. 

At least Sherlock was safe and he wasn't in this spot. He had more of a life then I did in London anyhow. I was expendable and Mycroft knew that, that was why I was here. He was just waiting for Sherlock to screw up enough to use him as leverage against me. I hated Mycroft, just as much as he hated me.

I heard the dogs a bit away. They sounded like they were getting farther from me. What did I do to have them chase after me like this? I thought hard for a second as I weaved in and out of trees. They found me hacking into their government websites in a local café. It took them long enough to find me. I had been hacking in and making friends with their people for weeks now. They were a slow.  It was about time they found me if they were as good as everyone else said they were. If I didn't screw up with getting caught in that café I would have been there longer, working my way up the ranks, finding more secrets. But I just had to mess that up. It only takes one slip up and I have made a lot of them here. It looked like my luck was finally out.

Faster, run faster. My legs felt like Jell-O but I forced onward.  Did I find out anything from what I was just working on? Was that slip up worth it? I found out that some person, maybe a group of people were taking funding from Russia to do something terrible towards England? Maybe the United states? This group was to powerful. They have been in charge of over a dozen bombings within the last year and they were just starting to gain more power. I had no idea who the leader was but this group was not to be messed with. No wonder Zane was so terrified of them.

I found a lot in my five months that I had been here. I had made all to many friends and stuck my nose in where it didn't belong all too many times. I remembered the first contact I made like it was yesterday. He was a perfect young man. Too bad they killed him and I was sure they would do the same to me if they caught me.

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"You American yes?" a young man said to me in broken English at a coffee shop somewhere close to the Ukrainian boarder. I looked up from my computer and closed it. I had been waiting for him for the past 30 minutes. The nerve of some men. He was wearing a black puffer coat with fun around the hood, and his hair was short enough that it looked almost like he had none.

"Nice try sweetheart," I said and smiled sweetly at him even though that was the opposite of what I was feeling.

"You speak Russian?"

"Yes," I said in Russian.

"Good. You have something I want," he said as he sat down next to me, clearly looking at my boobs.

Typical. I would be so excited to get out of this country when I could. I rolled my eyes at him and said, "there is no time for that. Here is the money. What can you tell me about the Russian banking systems? There is money being diverted to a third party. Where is that going?"

"I know that they are a small group of people. Four people, run by one man."

"Do you know this man?" 

"No."

"Do you know where he is from?"

"No."

"Do you know what the group is planning next?"

"No." He frowned.

I sighed loudly and took the money off the table. If this was another dead end I didn't care what Mycroft said, I was going home because this was pointless. I had been here for a solid month and I haven't found anything worth while. I was tired of finding nothing. "If you're not going to tell me anything I will be going."

"Wait, I know one more thing. This group, they do not owe Russia anything, in fact Russia is paying them. They do everything from bombs to hacks. They probably know we're here talking," he said as he looked at the café camera and got up, taking the money. "That's all I know. I need to leave."

I felt my heart race. This was my first real lead and I wasn't about to let him go so quickly. "Wait?! Will you get more for me?"

He stopped and turned to face me. "Will you keep the money coming?"

"Yes," I said confidently knowing Mycroft would supply it. I had just found out more from him then I had from anything else in the last month.

"Then I'll keep finding more," he said and ran out the door.

"Scared little dog," I said and turned my laptop back on and typed some notes into my computer so I wouldn't forget about what he told me. The main question I had was, how could one single group be so powerful for a country to owe them money?

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That was my first slip up. But they didn't catch on for a long while after that. Then I had to start getting creative. I wondered if they had my face on record by now. I wondered if I got a plane home back to London if they would catch me before I even left the airport. 

I couldn't run any more. I grabbed a hold of a tree to hold my weight and took a deep breath before I tripped on anything else.

I listened for the dogs to be barking but I heard nothing.  I couldn't have lost them already. I  turned around to see three dogs growling at me. "Shoot." I felt a sting to my leg and I was out.

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