“The name’s Tago, but to you that’s irrelevant. Twenty seconds and counting.”
“I told you I don’t know about the Prophecy, Sergei managed that.”
“Then get him before I kill her, you have five minutes, I know he’s here.”
“He doesn’t know either.”
“Very well, maybe this will aid your memory.” Tago raised the gun and pointed it at Victoria’s head. “She’s dispensable now you’re here.” He started to pull the trigger and then crumpled to the floor.
“Good job I followed you,” said Rostov as he looked down at the man he had shot. “Now what’s that scum Tago doing here, last time I saw him he was heading up a major crime syndicate in Russia.”
“You knew him?”
“Unfortunately yes, a rabid Ukrainian fascist, went into hiding, was last heard of in Latin America. They don’t get much worse than him,
