[BeautifullyBroken]

Tegan Jamison
St. Petersburg Russia

Tegan was born in Russia and she had lived in Russia her whole live. She loved it here, but thats probably because she didnt know any different. Sometimes she thought about getting out of Russia, and migrating to the United States, but she knew she couldnt ever leave her parents.

Tegan had a really good relationship with her parents, but not so much with her brother. Tegan only has one brother, but she hardly talks to him anymore. Infact, she couldnt even tell what part of Russia he even lived in. When they were teenagers they got into this really stupid arguement, and they just stopped talking.

Tegan knew that it hurt her Mama a lot that her children werent talking, but Tegan didnt know what to do about it, it was just as much her brother Alex's decision as it was her.

Tegan had just finished up one of her classes at Saint Petersburg State University. Through her whole class she felt her cell phone vibrating. When she got out of class she saw there was a text message from her mother.

Вызовите Меня Скоро - Мамой
Tegan read the message which translated to Tegan, call me soon.-mom
Tegan picked up her phone and dialed her mothers number.
Her mother was hysterical, and she was crying.
Her father had a heart attack earlier that morning. Tegan told her mom she would be there as soon as she could. Her mom asked her to call her brother.
Tegan swollowed her pride and said she would. She hung up the phone and called her brother. She got his voicemail, which she was glad, she didnt want to talk to him....

Dad is in the hospital he had a heart attack. Mama said to call you. So get home as soon as you can.


Tegan hung up the phone and she went back to her home. She packed some clothes before heading home to Moscow.

[Quick Wing]

Alex Jamison
Stalingrad

Alex had left Moscow five years ago, about a year after Tegan and him had a really stupid argument. He would sometimes try to remember what it was, but it brought make too many memories of home.

Now Alex was trying to make his way through school, work every dead job after job. He arrived home after classes at the local college. He went to his phone and saw a message.

Dad is in the hospital he had a heart attack...

He couldn't listen to the rest it, he grabbed the phone.

[Quick Wing]

"Tagen, please meet at the airport in Moscow. We need to forget about the fight for awhile."

[BeautifullyBroken]

Tegan Jamison
St.Petersburg.

Tegan's mind was wondering into a billion thoughts. She was thinking about her dad, and what had happened. Her dad had always been the one guy that had always been there for her. She couldnt imagine if something else happened to him. She felt her phone ring, and realized it was her brother, he wanted to meet at the airport.

"Alright, I'll meet you at the airport in Moscow. I"ll call you when I get there." She told him.Then she hung up. She figured she could be nice, for her parents, but once her father was fine, things would go back to the way there were, they would both live their seperate lives, and only talk on birthdays and holidays, if that.

That is if things went back to the way they were. She got into a cab, and told him she needed to go to the airport. She looked in her purse to make sure she had her credit card, so she could buy a ticket.

[Gunner]

Hope Summers.
Airport.

''WELCOME TO RUSSIA'' Hope walked pass the big sign in the airport.''Gee, I wonder who could miss that ?'' she muttered sarcastically. Apparently her chief sent her to Russia to keep an eye on them. according to her strange things are happening in this country. Witnesses swore they saw someone fling in the sky, or shot fire out of their eyes. Even with what she can do, Hope still wouldn't believe that kind of crap. At least now she'll have a chance to find out what happened to her parents. being an FBI agent has it's perks. HOpe looked around the airport as she slowly headed for the Immigration booth.

[Quick Wing]

Alex Jamison
Stalingard

Alex called Tagen right away when he got the message, though the conversation didn't last long. Things were different from what they used to be, they could barely talk to each other; so when they would meet each other in person it would be even worse.

Alex packed up a few things and headed down tio the street to get a cab. The airport. He told the driver as he put his against the back of the seat and thought about his father.

[Zoey]

Vladia Kretchnikov - Airport - Moscow

Vladia walked off the plane her travel bag over her shoulder. The last time she was here she was still in the army. In fact the only reason she came back was because one of her old army friends invited her. As she made her way down the causeway she noticed someone familier.

Major Kretchnikov?, a balding man called to her as he walked up. Vladia looked at him and recognized him despite his lack of hair.

Sergei!, she smiled as she walked up and hugged him. It's been too long my friend. You look...

Bald?, he chuckled.

Well... da., she answered. You look well even without the hair., she added.

As do you. How was your flight?, he asked.

You know. Long and there was something wrong with the engine half-way through the trip but they managed to fix it somehow.

We never could get anywhere without something breaking down could we Major?, he laughed.

Please, it's just Vladia. I haven't been a Major for years., she replied.

Of course but you'll have to give me some time to get used to it. I'm so used to calling you Major Kretchinkov., he said.

Only because it's you., she grinned as they walked through the airport.

[BeautifullyBroken]

Tegan had made it to the airport, and she bought a ticket. She got on the plane about an hour later, it wasnt a long flight and she arived in Moscow. She got off the plane, and looking around the airport brought back a lot of memories. She sighed and took her phone out. She called Alex and left another message.

"I made it to Moscow, I'll wait for you by baggage claim." She said. Even though she had all her bags with her, it was just an easy meeting place.

Tegan had time to think about it on the plane, and she wanted to stop this feud she and Alex had. It wasnt fair to either of them. It wasnt fair to their parents, and they needed to make up, before it torn their family apart completely.


She walked over and took a seat at one of the benches.

[Zoey]

Vladia Kretchnikov & Sergei Kamarov - Airport - Moscow

Not that I'm unhappy to see you but why did you bring me all the way here Sergei?, Vladia asked as they continued down the causeway.

Remember when we were in Afghanastan and the turbine on the helicopter blew?, he asked.

Yes? What about it?, she replied getting a little uncomfortable. It was the first time she became aware of her ability and she used it to save everyone from crashing.

We should not have survived that. The turbine was ceased yet the propellers still worked and we were able to land. It was impossible and I think you had something to do with it., he said looking alot more serious.

Have you been drinking? How could I possibly have done anything? I was hanging on for dear life just like everyone else., she tried to play it off.

I think you have a secret Vladia. A secret that could be used for the greater good., he said.

I don't know what you're talking about Sergei. We were lucky. That's all.

That kind of luck dosen't exist Major., he said pulling a gun from his jacket. Come quietly. There is someone who wants to meet you.

[Dac]

Russia - Moscow Airport

"I don't - no. No!" Alexander shook his head violently. It throbbed with every rushing pulse of his axiety-wound heart. "I'm trying to reach the university."

The clerk behind the information desk merely looked at him as blankly as if he were speaking a foreign language. Which he was. "University? Moment," she said, turning a tired face to the line of other clerks who, just at that moment, were all busy with other customers. It was plain she wanted to shake him off as she turned back to face him. "No English."

A fresh throb. Alexander leaned against the counter as tingles spread like thousands of tiny pinpricks across his flesh, rolling in never-ceasing waves, up and down, tip to toe... He clenched his fist. "Then," he whispered in what barely passed for Russian, so heavily accented as to almost be unrecognizable. "I wait for person who can."

With that he turned from the pretty-but-perturbed clerk and staggered his way through the crowd. The seats were crowded, full to the brim with tourists wanting to experience the great 'Russian miracle', a country ressurected from the ashes of Communism to embrace a bright new democratic future. You would hardly guess that the mafia controlled so much of it just from looking at the brightly lined and glowing shops in the distance.

He was headed towards the baggage claim, rubbing his hands together to try and force the last tingles out of them, when he nearly collided with a couple headed for the front. "Sorry!" He exclaimed in English on instinct. "I didn't see-."

And that was when he saw the gun.

His mouth fell open. He couldn't help but goggle stupidly at the weapon for a heartstopping second or two before his mouth shut with the suddenness of a closing trap. Maybe if he pretended that he didn't see it, he could, for once in his life, go through a day without having his life flash before his eyes, or some muscular football player in a cheap suit named Luigi trying to rub him out.