Chapter 354: Sunday. Kolya Sokolov facility, Unknown Location.

WYATT BOREGARD HAD TO make a choice. He had the proverbial wolf by the ears and he was beginning to think there was no way for him to extract himself from this situation without getting mauled. He stared out the windows on a landscape covered in green with crystal skies overhead.

Where the hell was he?

The flights they'd used hadn't been commercial. Wyatt had weathered the last trip sandwiched between crates in a seat barely wide enough for his ass.

Based on the position of the stars he knew they'd gone north. His guess from the few signs he'd seen in the stark building, all of which were in the Cyrillic alphabet, was that they were either in Ukraine or Russia. If he were an international mob boss, he'd be in Ukraine. Too many people were interested in the going and comings from Russia for them to pass without notice.

Vara had sure bitten off more than she could chew this time. He'd known better than to stick with her for this long. She was blessed with too much luck. It was bound