Nathan looked trough the cameras and saw what he was looking for, the same woman from the bar was in the hall way and there was no questioning that he was being followed. Nathan ran to his jacket and pulled out his sawed off shotgun while he had his berettas on his belt, which were hidden within the jacket.

He closed the computer and threw his jackets in the closet trying to make the house look empty, He himself hid in the kitchen that wasn`t seen from the living room that the door lead to.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle slowed her step as she heard shuffling. She had tracked him here before, and had found out the number of the apartment. She stopped at the door, listening. Trying the knob, she grinned. He obviously hadn't locked it, most likely planning to leave again. Pulling out a Glock handgun from her side holster, her step was silent as she looked around the empty room. She saw a set of keys from the BMW on the table. they always make a mistake... She walked cautiously towards the other rooms. If he had stepped out for a while, she would indeed check out the laptop she saw on the desk.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Nathan was leaning on the wall hearing the steps that came closer and closer, he turned around so that his head and hand was out of the door pointing toward her. The shotgun was loaded and ready to fire.

"That is far as you go cop!"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle stopped dead in her tracks, her handgun held upwards. There was no way she could make a shot fast enough. "What makes you think I'm a cop? If you noticed, I don't exactly come in the attire of a cop..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"well there are many type of cops.... you were following me and you have a gun so that tells me that you are an obvious cop, then there are FBI agents probably looking into something in my life, but that isn`t going to happen... now toss your weapon away before we create a mess and besides you are out on the open, not to mention that I am not.... You can die now or live as a prisoner for a certain time until I have left the country..."

Nathan scrathed his neck with his other hand.

"Or are we just going to shoot and see which one of us survives?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle held a hand up as she lowered her gun and put it on the floor. "No need to shoot eachother up over a small deal..." luckily her trench coat had hidden her other weapons. No typical cop goes around with half a dozen guns strapped to them... She kicked the gun towards him and as he went to pick it up, she dove towards the floor, skidding behind a chest drawer of some sorts. She pulled out the two handguns at each of her leg holsters and ducked foward, firing several rounds in his direction.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Nathan got hit in the shoulder as he turned back to lean against the floor, which resulted him falling to the floor and he left a bloody line as he crawled backwards against the fridge. He fired his sawed shotgun twice in her direction and dropped it as he pulled out his berettas pointing them towards the doorway.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

She put her back against the piece of furniture she was behind, taking deep breaths. Again she moved out into the open, rolling to come to the side of the doorway of the kitchen, after shooting a few more rounds. She saw the blood and spoke with a smirk from the side of the doorway "It seems the chase is wounded... "

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Nathan had crawled backwards to his bedroom, which was accesable trough the kitchen and he heard the shots behins him. He hid in the closet and pulled out his jacket to stop the bleeding for a while as he actually hid behind the door to the living room from the bedroom. He could only hope that that line of blood would fool her and the door to the bedroom had been luckily open so there was no telling if it had been opened.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle peered into the kitchen and saw him gone. She looked at the trail of blood leading to the bedroom but she didn't follow. Running, she holstered one of her guns and returned to the place she had seen the laptop. Angle pulled the plug and snatched the whole laptop. Running out the door she had left open, she ran down the hall, her one gun still in her hand.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Nathan saw her moving in the working room and saw her take is laptop, he pushed himself up and rushed desperately towards her tackling her. The laptop ended up in the floor and Nathan quickly shot it 6 times with his guns to ensure that no one else would get caught because of him.

He grinned from pain as he realised that he had accidetally landed on his ash cup, if the wound was not enough and he sighed trying to crawl out of the room.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle grunted as she was brought to the ground, flinching as the shots were fired, but relieved to find it was only the laptop he was firing into and not her. Turning, she grabbed him, slamming him into the floor, "why you rat... " She gave him a hard punch into the jaw and kicked his guns away. She picked up the remains of the laptop with a smirk, "perhaps the hard drive is still intack... those things have a habit of lasting through an awful lot." She gave a mock salute and walked out the door.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Nathan cursed as he layed on the floor, but smiled slightly.

"Only if you come up with the password and that might take days... in which I am lone gone... not to mention the deal..."

Nathan whispered to himself as he drew out his cellphone and rang to the some russian fellows soon as he secured that she was gone.

"guys... I need a doctor and you to tell the boss that the deal will be tomorrow night since we have a problem...."

In couple of hours Nathan was back on his feet and he had a bandage on the wound, not to mention his right hand was in a carrying tie, which went around his neck so that he wound would heal properly and the bones too. The ship was on it`s way from europe as the russians began readying everything for the deal.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle smirked as she walked down the street, putting an earpiece into her ear. Little did the dealer know, she had dropped a micro-chip into a potting pant and heard every word that was said in the apartment. She'd be waiting at the dock... with her camera... and perhaps even have fun breaking up their fun. She slipped the laptop into her pack, and hopped on her motorbike. Driving away she grinned again. "If the hard drive is fine... then no password might not be needed." She chuckled low.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

After many hours a ship came to a private part of a docks that was secured with bared wire and electrified fences, guards with AK-47`s and many cars were parked into the dock. Soon a black BMW appeared to the gate and it was let trough, Nathan drove his car into a storage hall and actually drove it into a huge crate, in which his car would be shipped away. He was moving back to London after a long time since the feds seemed to be on his tail and in any case even if it was a private detective he was still in danger.

The weapon crates were ready waiting outside as the ship came to the docks and the Russians approached the ship with Nathan, who had his left hand out of his jacket sleeve because of the bandage. He was still able to use his right hand for, which he had his other beretta ready to be used and he stepped alone forwards as the ramp to the dock came out. Few men with black clothes came out with M16 at hand, Nathan whistled slightly.

This is far more serious than I thought and I think the buyer isn`t happy about the situation...

At that moment a man in a grey suit walked out, he was in his 40`s it seemed and had a beard. He carried a briefcase, which was undoutably full of money and Nathan smiled widely. Odd that somehow everything was ready so fast... wait a minute, now everything doesn`t match. How could a ship come so fast to america? They would have been checked by the coastal guard on their way in, but what if this was a fake? But why would it be fake? To bring a ship was no big deal and some of these men were quite loyal to him, Nathan looked at the approaching man and began moving his fingers nervously. The man walked to him and smiled at him as Nathan looked him suspiciously.

"You must be Nathan... I am pleased to meet you, but now I am sorry to inform you that there is no deal... you see you have been discovered and we consider you as a burden now... so I am your replacement..."

The man pulled out a gun, but Nathan had moved his hand on his gun already and shot the man in the chest. He spinned around to look what was happening, the some of his friends were shot down and it seemed that the life he had made in the russian mob was dying like a heart pierced by a bullet.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle watched from the fences, and her expression grew troubled as she saw what happend. Even though she had been tracking this guy, and wanted him caught, this meant the tide was turned, and an even worse enemy was taking place, meaning she'd have to start all over again. She growled low and reved up her motorbike. Starting from a distance, she leapt the fence, and rode into the crowd, holding out two of her handguns at either side and firing several rounds. perhaps I could distract them all from killing eachother... she didn't exactly want them dead, she wanted their business ended.

Turning her bike with one hand, while still holding a gun as well, she drove back into the frey.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~