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Natalia had turned her head to Nickolai to ask if he needed a backup weapon and as she glanced his way, she noted that he had already bounded out of the passenger side door and was well on his way to the mansion. Alone.

Goddammit! She thought, her fiery temper flaring but before she could even crack open her own door, a loud noise echoed throughout the landscape, rocking her car roughly enough so that it tilted slightly onto two wheels before slapping back down onto the asphalt. She stared in horror out of her windows, watching as the beautiful estate imploded upon itself, crashing layer by layer until the destruction was consumed by a cloud of dense smoke and ash.

Nickolai? was the first panicked thought that flew through her brain after her daze had ended and she bounded out of her car after him, leaving the driver’s side door hanging wide open and keys still in the ignition. She ran quickly up the rest of the driveway, slipping through the opening in the gates and making her way to the now-fallen figure of Nickolai.

Natalia fell to her knees as she neared him, almost skidding across the pavement those last few inches as her momentum carried her forward. Wrapping her slender hands around his shoulders, she turned him towards her, searching the man’s body to see if he was wounded and when she saw the blood dripping from his mouth, she panicked.

“TOMMY!” she screamed over her shoulder, obviously unaware of whether the other man had approached them already or not and she bit her lip, forcing herself to wrap up her emotions and keep it under control. She was usually calm under pressure but this seemed to rattle her.

“Goddamn stubborn Italian….” She muttered angrily, letting loose a soft, whispered string of expletives in Spanish.

“I need to call a doctor, I need to tell Duncan….” Her thoughts left her mouth just as quickly as they entered her head and she retrieved her slim cell phone from her pocket, texting Duncan first.

-Estate blew. Nick hurt. Calling a doc now- and she hit ‘send’ before dialing up one of the many doctors that they had in their pocket.

The phone rang once, twice, then was picked up by a tired sounding gentleman with a thick British accent. "Hello?"

“Hey Doc, it’s Natalia. Nickolai needs you. Where do you want to meet us?”