Friday, December 5th
It’s been just a little over a week since we went to Durov’s house. We haven’t seen or heard anything of him sense. Part of me wants to believe that he’s packed up and left, but I know that’s only wishful thinking. I know that William Derschowitz has been trying to track Hydra down with no success. It’s odd, he never seemed to have much trouble before. Perhaps it’s due to the increased tensions between the Soviets and the Western Powers that’s come to the front. I know that the increased security and random checkpoints hasn’t made my job any easier that’s for sure.
I’ve been wanting to have a meeting with the rest of the group since that night, but I seem to have developed a shadow or two. From what I’ve been able to gather most of the rest of the group have noticed someone ‘special’ in their life this week as well. We’ve managed to keep in touch by proxy, but haven’t risked meeting up together.
As I walk down the streets I see children putting their boots out for St. Nicholas, tomorrow is St. Nicholas Day, and thinking about it brings back some memories of when I was a child. I pity these children though, growing up here, the times so far haven’t been kind to them and things don’t look like they are getting better.
Ah, but now I must stop my musings, it looks like my shadows are about to change, let’s see if I can slip them and head into the dark.
It appears that luck is on Philippe Leger‘s side as he is able to slip his tail and make his way to his hideout. However, that seems to have been as far as Lady Luck was going to ferry him. When he got to his hideout and turned on the lights all but one were out. The sole light shone down directly on Timur Durov sitting comfortably behind Philippe’s desk. “Ah, finally. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show tonight as well.” He gestures and Philippe hears a chair scrape across the floor and turns to see a figure merging back into the shadows. “Please have a seat. We have some matters to discuss. You and your friends have proven to be quite an annoyance. Before we had even met you broke into my prison. Since then I’ve tried helping you and your friends, guiding you in other directions, letting you win, brought no end of trouble to your personal and professional lives. Yet you still continue to interfere. The gloves are off now, I won’t let you continue to destroy my life’s work. I have just one question. What will it take to make you and your friends leave me be?”
When everyone else gets home that night they find HYDRA’s skull and six tentacles branded on the inside of their door.