#montserration

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @chaosdrivcn || Ludovic and Gabi (x)

His response caught her off guard and she found herself balling a fist with frustration, tension in her shoulders. "So you're saying you'd happily just let someone die normally? Aren't I the lucky one then." There was a rather unfamiliar sarcasm in her voice as she spoke, but if there was one thing she disliked, it was rudeness. Still, she would not stoop to yelling or anger. "Why did you help me then, hm?"

[woodsfae]

Sitting and snacking while watching hummingbirds at 10,000 feet elevation, surrounded by succulents the size of my entire torso, is magical.

[tewwor-moving]

"Do you really wanna know?" Flat at first, both in tone and eyes. Then they warm some as lips curl into a smile. Still curious but searching. "You're interesting and so, so bright."

━━ ❛❛    It  was  just  a  simple  sentence  but  it  hurt  like  crazy.  Benji  pressed  his  lips  together  while  settling  down  on  a  chair.  ❝And  why?  Why  would  YOU  still  want  me?❞

[atgvnpoint]

"Truth hurts, sometimes it makes you feel like you just want to cut your life short. My reasons for stating the obvious, is not to make you feel guilt or make you feel question your love or loyalty to your husband, even worse make you feel like you're one of those man whores. You and your husband have a history, a past the both of you aren't proud about. Is it hard to say those hidden secrets that burn you from within, your husband can see right through you. You can say whatever you want to make him feel good, feel like he's the only one in your hear -- fact of the matter is, someone else occupies your heart whether you'll admit that to your husband or his brother. You can always try and box that love for Amaru, but your husband knows, i can see it in your eyes now. Lying just not make them fight over you or worse kill each other. I don't blame you for thinking that, you know Ludovic best. He'd kill that love you feel for Amaru. "

This wasn't about telling Benny he's an awful human being, no. Devil Ghostface released a deep sigh that sounded muffled within the mask. " You can't turn back time and undo everything. You can't stop who you love whether your heart now shares your love with another. Ludovic doesn't think you mistreat him, he's not once thought a bad thing. On the contrary, he's thought about everything else, any possible way to view a life with Amaru, maybe he'd give you what you wanted. All the nice things, a real love, the ones that almost everyone craves and desires. Ludovic would die to just see you happy -- with him or with anyone else. That's what you do when you love somebody. Good things always come to an end ...sometimes though." Devil Ghostface looked at his knife. "Yeah i do got a knife, i could end you, i could kill you. An easy yet perfect kill. What's the fun in killing you, when you can cut a whole in the center, right in Ludovic's heart. " his gloved hand turned the knife on himself, dragging the tip temptingly over his clothed chest. "It's too easy. " turning the knife back towards Benny. " Knives look pretty on you though, but not in the way you think. I got a better use for you. "

Nothing   of   the   things   Devil   Ghostface   said   made   Benji   feel   any   better.   If   not   it   made   him   feel   worse   than   before.   He   didn't   ask   to   have   any   feelings   for   Amaru   and   he   wished   so   much   to   turn   them   off.    But   like   Ghostface   said,   he   also   had   a   past   but   Benji   knew   that   his   past   wasn't   as   wild   as   Ludovic's.   Yet,   does   that   matter   now?   No.   Somehow,   he   wished   he   would   have   met   Amaru   first.   Somehow,   he   wished   that   he   would   have   had   a   relationship   with   Amaru   first   just   for   the   younger   Montserrate   to   leave   him   soon   because   Benji   was   crazy.   But   then   these   things   wouldn't   be   a   topic   between   Ludovic   and   him   anymore.   He   had   to   press   his   lips   together   to   stop   himself   from   shouting   at   the   cloaked   figure   in   front   of   him.   Raising   his   voice   wouldn't   help   them.

❝I   don't   want   a   life   with   Amaru.   I   wouldn't   be   here   then.   I   would   have   rejected   Ludovic   back   in   Mexico.   It   was   our   chance   to   get   a   divorce   quick   and   easy.   I'm   here   with   him   because   I   love   him.   It   is   a   real   love   with   all   the   nice   things.   Yes,   we   have   our   quarrels   because   we   are   both   fucking   crazy   and   jealous   as   fuck.   But   that's   how   we   work   and   I   wouldn't   want   it   any   other   way.❞   Sometimes,   Benji   wanted   to   violently   force   these   words   into   Ludovic's   brain   until   he   finally   understood.   He   knew   that   his   husband   still   thought   that   Amaru   was   the   better   option.   Maybe   Amaru   was   the   better   choice   looking   at   it   from   the   outside,   but   Benji   knew   that   everything   would   always   draw   him   back   to   Ludovic   no   matter   how   hard   he'd   try   to   avoid   the   other.   It   didn't   work   back   then   before   they   became   a   couple   and   it   would   still   not   work.   Yet   before   Benji   could   think   about   it   further,   Devil   Ghostface   turned   the   knife   and   pointed   at   his   own   chest.

This   was   the   moment   Benji's   mind   went   blank   and   pure   fear   took   over   his   rational   mind.   Benji   closed   the   distance   between   them   and   wrapped   his   hand   around   ghostface's   wrist   his   other   hand   slapped   Ghostface's   shoulder   harshly.   ❝Don't   threaten   my   husband!❞   His   blue   eyes   sparkled   dangerously,   not   minding   that   the   tip   of   the   knife   pointed   at   him   again.   No,   instead,   Benji   leaned   his   chest   a   little   more   against   the   tip   until   he   felt   a   sharp   sting.   His   nails   dug   into   ghostface's   wrist.   ❝You   won't   hurt   him   only   over   my   dead   body!   What   is   the   use   you   have   for   me?   Tell   me   before   I   seriously   slap   you   for   threatening   my   husband!❞ // @inscnityclub

[livelysonletour]

We spent Friday with a tour company that likes to go off the beaten path, called We Hate Tourism Tours (we’ve learned that the Portuguese have a very sarcastic sense of humor). They took us to the Mountains of Sintra and beach dunes of Cascais, sites of Portuguese royalty escapism during historical hardships.

We were two of six on the tour group, but the other 4 wanted an exclusive tour in German without any pesky English. So they split us up and we spent the entire day with our tour guide, Mannu, handcrafting a personalized tour.

In the mountains we visited Miradouro de Santa Eufémia, Sintra National Palace, Palace and Park Biester (Cat will add a part 2 with more pictures from the palace), and Palace and Park Montserrate. The mountain would naturally be bare granite, but it's ideal climate encouraged the Portuguese to plant forests of pine trees (lumber for Portuguese ships) and cork trees (cork for wine bottles). The palaces of Sintra were royal retreats especially during the hot summer months and the Castle of the Moors (the right most red arrow below) still stands from the 700s.

Mannu took us to Pão Saloio (roughly translated to Hillbilly Bread) for a classic rural lunch of breads, chorizo, pork belly, cheese, olives, and tomatoes and Cat was introduced to Green Wine - wine made with grapes that are not fully ripened due to the weather conditions of Portugal. We knew it was going to be good when we saw a group of police officers hanging around smoking and having their coffees.

Our last stop on the mountain was the western most point of continental Europe, Farol do Cabo da Roca (the left most red arrow below and pictured below).

We made it way down to the beachy dunes of Cascais. Cascais was a retreat for some King I forget the name of who sought to get away from the throngs of people following him all the time so he went to the village or fishermen as he thought the smell would keep the bourgeois away...

After many stops admiring the waves (Mannu was a surfer and could not believe the conditions on the day), we circled back to Lisbon where we had a lovely dinner of tempura green beans, steak, cod, clam rice, truffle mashed potatoes and another glass of green wine for Cat. I struggled to stay awake during dinner, so Cat only made two pit stops for shopping as we walked back to our airbnb.

I was asleep by 8 :)

[paramedicabroad]

Cultural Landscape of Sintra

Nestled amidst the lush greenery of the Serra de Sintra mountain range lies a place of unparalleled beauty and historical significance: the Cultural Landscape of Sintra, a UNESCO World Heritage site in Portugal. Join us as we embark on a journey through this enchanting destination, where fairy-tale palaces, ancient ruins, and verdant forests converge to create a truly magical experience.

Sintra is a place where history comes alive, where centuries-old castles and palaces whisper tales of bygone eras. From the imposing Moorish Castle, perched atop a rocky outcrop overlooking the town, to the opulent National Palace of Sintra, with its distinctive twin chimneys, every corner of this cultural landscape tells a story of Portugal's rich and diverse heritage.

No visit to Sintra would be complete without exploring its magnificent palaces, each more breathtaking than the last. The colorful and whimsical Pena Palace, with its turrets and towers rising above the treetops, is a true architectural marvel. Meanwhile, the romantic and mysterious Quinta da Regaleira beckons visitors to explore its underground tunnels and secret gardens, while the stately Monserrate Palace showcases exquisite Islamic-inspired design.

But Sintra's allure extends far beyond its architectural treasures. The cultural landscape is also home to verdant forests, cascading waterfalls, and lush gardens that provide a tranquil escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Whether you're wandering through the leafy pathways of the Pena Park or marveling at the towering trees of the Montserrate Gardens, you'll find yourself immersed in the beauty of nature at every turn.

Sintra has long been a source of inspiration for artists, writers, and poets, drawn to its otherworldly beauty and romantic atmosphere. The likes of Lord Byron, Hans Christian Andersen, and even Portuguese royalty have all been captivated by the allure of Sintra, immortalizing its beauty in their works of art and literature.

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[barnabyishere]

Sweating my ass off in Bogota😰#Sky #Cloud #Outdoors #CasualClothing #Mountain #Standing #FullLength #LeisureActivity #People ✨#Montserrate #bogotacolombia #barnabyishere🌊

[acquagalaxies]

ᶠʳᵉᵈᵈⁱᵉ ᴹᵉʳᶜᵘʳʸ & ᴹᵒⁿᵗˢᵉʳʳᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵇᵃˡˡé ⁻ ᴮᵃʳᶜᵉˡᵒⁿᵃ ⁽ᴸⁱᵛᵉ ᵃᵗ ᴷᵘ ᶜˡᵘᵇ ᴵᵇⁱᶻᵃ, ¹⁹⁸⁷⁾

[actualsoyboy]

got distracted from writing and spent like 10 minutes comparing non-italicized vs italicized periods and for the most part they are actually different (Georgia, for example, isn’t but these four are) so don’t forget to control-i after you finish your italicized word at the end of a sentence before the period so you don’t get a period that is clearly italicized when it shouldn’t be

[tindomielthings]

turigaltravels

Palacio de Montserrate, Sintra, Portugal

[atgvnpoint]

Amaru read the text that made him shake his head snorting to the words on the screen. He considers himself reckless not a good guy. 

sms: Benji🩵

I like to think of myself anything else but a nice guy. Guess you’ve been the only one to see that good side I suppose everyone also disagrees with you. 

sms: Benji🩵

Oh, as long as it’s not a problem for you. I can pick you up just give me thirty minutes. I think he’ll be on the defensive who knows. I’d lost to see him nonetheless.

He wasn’t sure if the pup would consider him a friend though last Pollito saw him the poor doggo just wanted to play with a new human friend. Would he bite him now or wag his tail on happiness. Amaru gf the nervous jitters, his hands felt cold, sweaty and his heart raced but when did it not? Maybe when he was away from Benny being a reckless disaster. Amaru wore a sky blue button shirt, sleeves pulled and folded up his forearms, hair nice combed, black pants with casual shoes. He smelled like warm vanilla and leather, Amaru made sure never to spray so much cologne especially ones that had a hint of musk. It alway made people sneeze. His shirt wasn’t tucked in, it loosely hung over his pants. As he pulled up to the street where Benny lived, pulling up the curb cutting the engine off, getting out his car to lean against the passenger door, texting Benny quickly.

sms: Benji🩵

Hey, I’m outside 

For   a   while,   Benji   stood   in   front   of   the   mirror   and   sighed.   His   hair   was   all   over   the   place,   as   always.   The   only   person   who   could   probably   keep   those   curls   under   control   was   AJ.   But   he   only   had   thirty   minutes   to   get   ready,   so   washing   them   again   was   not   an   option,   so   all   Benji   could   do   was   leave   his   hair   untouched   and   as   natural   as   possible   without   hiding   them   under   a   cap   as   he'd   usually   do.

One   last   time,   he   adjusted   his   cream-colored   button   shirt   with   short   sleeves   after   deciding   not   to   tug   it   into   his   jeans   but   keep   it   lose.   The   cologne   he   sprayed   on   wasn't   the   one   his   husband   chose   for   him   for   the   wedding,   it   felt   inappropriate   to   him.   When   he   got   Pollito's   leash,   the   pup   was   still   in   front   of   the   door,   whining   dramatically.   ❝I   know,   Pollito.   We'll   leave   soon.❞   Benji's   phone   buzzed   and   reminded   Benji   that   it   was   still   in   the   living   room.   Quickly,   he   rushed   over   to   grab   it   and   read   the   message   on   the   screen.   This   was   when   he   started   smiling   a   bit.   ❝Let's   go,   Pollito.❞   Benji   put   his   phone   away,   grabbed   the   keys,   and   opened   the   door   after   turning   all   the   lights   off.   The   German   Shepherd   dashed   out   right   away   while   Benji   was   still   busy   locking   the   doors   behind   him.

Pollito   ran   over   to   Amaru   with   his   new   tennis   ball   in   his   mouth,   his   tail   wagging   in   happiness   as   he   approached   Amaru   in   the   speed   of   light.   ❝Pollito!   No   jumping!!!❞   Benji   yelled   out   even   before   the   dog   could   think   about   jumping   at   Amaru.   The   dog   stopped   in   his   tracks,   but   then   he   almost   wanted   to   take   his   front   paws   off   the   ground.   ❝Pollito   Puppiccino   Montserrate!❞   Benji's   scolding   was   enough   for   Pollito   to   stay   down   and   just   bump   his   head   against   Amaru's   hand   for   a   greeting.

The   entire   time,   Benji   stood   behind   on   the   porch   after   locking   the   doors   properly.   Now   that   Pollito   was   under   control   he   could   finally   lay   his   eyes   on   Amaru.   He   looked   good,   especially   the   way   he   wore   his   hair   really   suited   him   well.   Benji   felt   his   heart   flutter   a   little   bit   even   though   he   knew   that   it   was   wrong   all   the   way.   He   just   stood   there,   watching.   Benji   didn't   even   know   how   long   he   just   stared   and   waited.   Maybe   it   was   until   their   eyes   met.   This   was   when   Benji's   legs   started   moving.   He   almost   ran   down   the   porch,   closed   the   distance   between   them,   and   jumped   right   on   Amaru's   hip   as   he   hugged   the   other. // @inscnityclub

[salemcer]

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[piononostalgia]

(1) Virgen de Monserrate / Our Lady of Montserrate wood carving on display at the Smithsonian National Museum of American History

(2) Denim Tears “Trinity Mary” Hoodie

[parenthesevoyage-blog]

Une délimitation de la ville quasi imperceptible tant l'immensité domine. C'est depuis la colline du Montserrate, perchés à 3200 mètres d'altitude, que nous observons la capitale de la Colombie. . . #bogota #colombie #voyageuse #voyageursdumonde #voyage #voyagevoyage #voyager #voyages #voyageurs #voyageur #voyageurdumonde #lesfrançaisvoyagent #belvedere #mirador #vueduhaut #ville #city #montserrate #colombia #travelphotography #traveling #travel #travelgram #photooftheday #photodujour #photographie #citylovers (à Cerro Monserrate) https://www.instagram.com/p/B21vuFVHCa3/?igshid=ey9xe0jxo5ij

[zahirsand-blog]

el simbolo capitalino... #Montserrate #bogota #viajeros #viajaresvivir #amoviajar🌎📷 #viajandoxcolombia (en Monserrate bogota)

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Running on the roofs' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Running on the roofs"

Chapter Summary : Yirina is still struggling with her bad thoughts as her & Garrett are awaiting for the mission to happen....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3300

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After I called Park with Garrett's satellite phone, I stayed a bit in my room, trying to think that my presence in Cuba wasn't going to be very long and it's sure that tomorrow in the morning, we will be back at West-Berlin in the safehouse maybe next to Park in our common bed. Garrett has planned almost everything in here and since we know where is exactly Vargas, our little trip here is just going to be for today. I was still feeling mixed between sadness and happiness....first to be here....second to have talked to Park, it was the best thing I did in here.

Once I was able to calm myself down in the bed, I decided that it was time to leave my room to join Garrett in the small living room of the apartment, giving him back his phone and to finally get myself to work. Instead of staying all day in here to wait until we had to meet Garret's contact at that bar, we decided to make some scouting about where Vargas was living : an big apartment with at least enough place to have an lot of men at his charge. Since we didn't bring any big firepower in here, it will be Garrett's contact that will do the trick....must be someone well-placed to do that.....

There were an thing that astonished me during our walks in the city and I just saw it only at these moments : this place was like really back in time opposed to the West. All the cars, the clothes....it was like this place never left the 50's. It can mainly be explained by the US embargo on Cuba due to be the only communist regime in the whole America and frankly, it was very strange to discover some sort of a new world in here : I had a feeling to discover the 50s as an fully-growed adult.

However, there were no time to look at these details anymore as the night were starting to fall on the city, meaning that we had to go to the meeting point : the 'Montserrate Bar'. We arrived at the place at 9 PM and we installed ourselves in a discreet part of the bar, wanting us to keep an low profile as perfect looking westerners in a communist country.

"So, when will your contact arrive ?" I asked Garrett as I put my arms on the high table we installed ourselses, looking behind him in case my question could be quick answered.

"Maybe in 10 minutes, said he got something to take care of." He replied as he started to light up an cigarette before he proposed one to me. "Want one ?" I shook my head.

"Not for the moment." I gestured to him, raising slowly my hand to put the cigarette away. "I don't want to stress too much."

"Smoke is stressing you ?" He raised an eyebrow, confused.

"No, I didn't say that but it's just the place that is stressing me."  I confessed, looking at the bar around me. "I only want to deal with Vargas quickly and then, get away from here." I added in a low voice before looking back at him....my bad thoughts was just coming back in my head.

"You're still thinking of what happened to you here ?" I nodded to him.

"There's things I can't forget, Garrett." I affirmed, clear in my voice "What happened here is still in my mind, I can't forget." I continued

"Listen, we're gonna be quick here and those bad thoughts in you will fly away like that when we will be gone." He snapped his fingers, blowing smoke. He was trying to recomfort me but it couldn't work like that.

"No, it's not going to work like this." I exclaimed, holding my forehead with my left hand, arms on the table. "It's not just little bad thoughts."

"Shit, the tone of the voice means that it's damn serious." He told me, surprised.

"Of course it has to be !" I raised my voice against him but I quickly get it down, wanting to stay silent as people almost looked at me. "Someone I considered like an brother died in this country because of me." I whispered, sniffing and holding back my tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." He was apologizing and I could understand, he wasn't aware of it before I had an thought in my head

"You...you want to know what happened that day ?" I asked him and frankly, I wasn't so sure of myself and my own words.

"Hm....Yirina, I'm not sure if it's a good idea." He bit his lips, looking at me with wide eyes, not okay with my idea.

"No, you might need to know why I'm like this." I said to him and I could see on his face that he realize that he had to know.

"Uhm....okay but...if you don't want to do this...."

"No, I will !" I cut him straight in his words, looking at him seriously. "Okay !" I breathed before I redressed myself standing up, ready to concentrate myself and then, I closed my eyes "It was 3 years ago....."

"RPG !" It was Lazar's voice yelling to me & Park as I was just getting hooked up to the ballon that was going to extract us from the complex Perseus used to hide an Greenlight asset. To be honest, his voice....I could feel the fear in it and the urge to run away from the place before we got blow up....They didn't have time to hook themselves to the ballon that the soldier who had the RPG fired and the rocket flied at our position.

I was sent away by the rocket's blast and the last thing I saw before I blacked out for an few instants was Park & Lazar flying above me in each one direction.....you understand ?....It was the last time I saw Lazar not hurt and not harmed. When I slowly opened my eyes, I could taste the blood in my own mouth, looking at the ground in pain as I was regaining consciousness of the fucking situation we were now.

When I looked up, I could see Park & Lazar on the ground wounded and they couldn't move at all, each one of them were hurt. Park....she couldn't feel her own legs and Lazar....a piece of metal was in his left leg, unable to move it at all...he was like paralyzed in place, handing his both hand to me & Park.

"Jess...I....can't....I can't feel my legs !" Park was sounding too hurt, she was looking at me with her face with cuts and open wounds on it. I breathed heavily as I was looking at her before I looked at Lazar.

"Help Park, Bell, quick !" He ordered me as he tried to remove the piece of metal in his leg. "Do it !" He asked me again as I slowly started to move to get to Park, him focused in removing that piece of metal.

"I'm....I'm here !" I whispered to Park as I arrived next to her, she was looking petrified at me, seeing me in that state and me too, looking at her. "It's okay..." I start to hook her with me, strapping her around my waist before she put her both arms around my neck.

"Lazar...."  Park's voice was sounding too low as she was looking to him before I did the same....He succeeded to remove the thing from his leg but he was still unable to move.

"Lazar, take my hand !" I handed over my hand to him and he was doing the same.....before we could hear the sound of an plane coming in.....the plane that was going to take us away....just nearly going to hit the ballon....and Lazar wasn't hooked to the ballon. "Lazar !" I shouted to him.

"Bell !" He started to breath loudly before he closed his eyes and then reopened it again....surely knowing that he wasn't going to make it out alive. "Promise me....take care of Park !" He exclaimed loudly to me.....before I could feel myself & Park getting off the ground, shouting Lazar's name as I saw him getting shot by Tropas....that was the last moment I saw him alive !

Take care of Park.....it was....his last words to me !

"Take care of Park..." I whispered to myself as I reopened my eyes in the bar, facing Garrett who was shocked to hear me talking about that event, he couldn't know how to feel right now as me....I was still hearing Lazar's voice asking me to fullfill his promise in my head....I didn't know how to feel right now....guilty ?

"Shit..." Garrett looked away from me, holding his cigarette in hand, he was certainly bewildered now, trying to keep his cool. "Yirina, I'm....I'm so sorry."

"It's my fault that he died, Garrett." I told him, taking back an normal voice, looking at him seriously. "I wasn't faster to save him." I sniffed. "I'm the one to blame in here....and to be honest, don't try to tell me that it wasn't my fault." I passed my hand through my hand & face, sort of ashamed of myself.

"Yirina, it's....." He stopped himself, looking troubled. "I know that you said it but it wasn't your fault." He affirmed to me but I wasn't listening like if I closed my ears....I'm the one to blame here...."Maybe I'm not the only one who told you this but it's true....it isn't your fault." I crossed my arms on the table, looking at it.

"Listen....let's...let's change the subject." I breathed, not looking at Garrett. "It's better, right ?" He nodded to me as I put my eyes on him again, just trying to remove the bad thoughts I just got back after reliving that.

"Yeah, it's better..." He replied before I looked behind him, seeing an hooded man enter the bar, having his eyes in all his directions before he put his eyes on Garrett himself.

"Think that your contact is here." I spoke to Garrett who turn his head around to look discreetly to verifly my claim.

"Yes, it's him." He told me, crushing his cigarette in the ashtray on the table between us as the hooded man arrived next to us with an friendly face. "Garcia !"

"Donovan, mi amigo !" The man exclaimed as the two shook hands in front of me. "The MI6 didn't send you here for vacations as you told me." He added, making me curious about how this 'concerned citizen' knew of Garrett MI6 status.

"Not about Vargas himself." Garrett finished to shook hands before he looked at me. "Oh, Garcia, she's Yirina Grigoriev, working also with the MI6." I handed over my hand with Garcia who agreed and we shook hands as well. "He's Mendo Garcia....working with the DGI."

"DGI ?" I asked, confused to Garrett, knowing that the DGI is the cuban organization for counter-espionage and to be sure, an rival to the West organizations.

"Even if we are maybe enemies, we can work well together !" Garcia exclaimed, making Garrett smile about it and me, doing the same thing but more a little one. "Besides, we all have an common enemy !"

"Anything new for Vargas ?" Garrett asked him.

"I was able to get the police close their eyes and ears for about 20 minutes, will be an large window for you to act." Garcia responded, tapping Garrett left shoulder. "As I promised you an favor an long time, I will help you with that." He added, surprised to hear Garcia saying that he will help us. "Follow me, it's time for us to go to work." He then start to walk away to get out of as we followed him.

It was time for us to get into action, to get this done very quick and then, be in our very way out of Cuba. We followed Garcia outside the bar with Garrett reassuring of Garcia's good motives before we arrived at, what I supposed to be Garcia's car, hidden from the public sight right next to Vargas hideout, he opened the trunk of it, revealing bulletproofs vest and also 3 guns with at least 4 four mags for each : a AK-74u, a MP5 and an Milano 821. I took the MP5 with me as Garrett took the Milano and Garcia the AK-74u

"Courtesy from the DGI !" Garcia scoffed as we put the bulletproof vest on top of our jacket.

"Can say that it's nice from you, Garcia." I told him as he smiled at me.

"The friends of my friends are my friend, mi amiga." He affirmed as he closed the trunk of the car with us fully prepared and armed in hidden sight from the civilians. "Come on, time for you to get Vargas." He loaded his gun before walking away in the direction of Vargas apartment with us behind him.

We arrived behind the apartment that was more looking like an house and by luck, there were an garden where we could infiltrate ourselves in. We jumped in it to discover Vargas, talking to some of his mens around an table, apparently drinking and laughing....an perfect occasion to strike and once we were ready, we opened fire to the inside, aiming mainly Vargas mens and not him directly. Unfortunately, as soon as we start to shoot that he was already running upstairs. We killed at least 8 guys with just mag each.

"Shit, he's running away !" Garrett yelled as he just saw starting to run from his cover.

"So, we're doing the same." I exclaimed as I entered the apartment very fast from the broken window we shot through, spanning over the dead bodies on my way before I started to get up the stairs, still aiming on top to not be surprised by someone. Garcia & Garrett was just behind me from up close.

We arrived on the first floor, realizing that Vargas was actually trying to flee away by taking the roofs of the building around us meaning that we had no choice to do the same as him. I was the first to step on the roof and I was greeted by an man who tried to knock me out with his own gun but I countered him, striking him first before taking his own knife to plant right under his chin and then, I got myself into cover as at least 2 guys were shooting us from behind some chimneys.

"They're blocking our way to get to Vargas." Garrett peaked his head from his cover as we were seeing Vargas fleeing away as his men were covering him. "We got to find a way."

"I know the place, amigo." Garcia said, reloading his gun "There's an way to get around them." He showed to us an open door just next to him and it was some sort of large corridor and when I tried to find the end of it, it was just leading just behind the covers Vargas mens

"Let me do it." I said, seeing the opportunity presenting itself. "Stay here, they still need to believe that we all here." I added before I moved quickly to get to Garcia's cover and then I entered rapidly inside the corridor, aiming forwards and advancing faster.

I arrived at the end until I was surprised by an third guy that was probably awaiting for me. I reacted quickly to avoid his punch before I headbutt the guy open and I took his pistol that was strapped at his jacket before realizing he had an grenade on it. So, I shot the guy in the chest before I removed the pin of the grenade and throwing the guy right behind the covers the other were using to shoot us. They didn't have one second to react that the grenade exploxed, making a lot of noises around as I put myself into cover from the explosion.

"Quick, he's getting away !" I shouted to Garcia and Garrett, gesturing them to follow me as I was starting to get up the roof before I realized that Vargas had arrived in an dead end with the next roof leading to nowhere except the void.

"Let's do this !" Garrett reloaded his gun with the last mag he had before he start to run with us.

We had to slide on the roof as the last men Vargas had was shooting at us during our little slide before we jumped off the roof, shooting to them....I was feeling like our moves was in slow motion as we were blasting with our guns in the skies, literally jumping over an street before we landed on the roof perfectly without a scratch, having neutralized every of Vargas men during our jump, dead or badly wounded as Garrett walked towards Vargas.

"Wait, we can...." Vargas tried to plead before Garrett punched him right into his face, making him fall on the ground.

"Yirina, he's yours." Garrett told me as he move away from him, getting next to an wounded guy, Garcia staying back from the scene as I moved to grab Vargas by the collar.

"Wait, you have rules....MI6 has rules !" Vargas spoke with Garrett, having recognized him or maybe because of our accent. I looked up to see Garrett, holding the wounded guy.

"Rules has changed, Vargas !" Garrett exclaimed before he literally throw the guy off the roof, making him land into an car.....as Garrett told me, Vargas's men deserved that fate and to be honest, we're showing them that sometimes, we don't stick to the rules.  "You killed british citizens." He added before he nod at me

"So, you better start talking because there's plenty of cars." I moved Vargas next to the edge of the roof, pointing at the multiple cars on the ground level.

"Ok, what do you want to know ?" He asked me, fear in his voice.....I thought that he was very thought but not here with us. "I'll tell everything."

"Russians guns, who's supplying them to Perseus ?" I questioned him, holding him by the collar.

"I don't know." He replied, scared and by that, I threw an punch at him.

"You told us that you would talk, so talk !" I affirmed, moving his head right above the edge.

"Ok....okay." He started, looking down. "It's a KGB officer based in Moscow who's doing this."

"Have an name ?" I asked him clearly as he start to breath loudly from having me on top of him. "Speak !" I prepared my hand, clenching it in case he didn't want to talk more

"Wait, I know...." He said loudly. "She's named Yirina Portnova !" Hearing that name and I could feel myself froze in place, my eyes going wide.....Portnova is still in Moscow ?....Does that mean that....I wasn't able to save her from Perseus ? I was still holding Vargas as these new thoughts came in me.

"You're kidding ?" I told him, almost angry.

"No, I swear it....she's named Yirina Portnova....been working with us since 1981 !" He affirmed before I decided to remove myself from him, having enough of him.

"I'm done with him." I said to Garrett as I helped Vargas to get up on his feets before I threw him into Garrett's direction who literally punched him again, making Vargas knocked out. "What now ?" I asked to Garrett

"We're going to get that guy out of the country to the MI6." He responded as he took his satellite phone he kept during all the fight. "You're okay ?" He saw me getting pale from hearing Portnova's name.

"Yeah, I'm good." I replied in a very low voice.

"Nice." He grinned at me before he looked at Garcia who was taking Vargas body on his shoulders.

"Come here, gringo." Garcia taunted the unconscious Vargas as he was taking him on his shoulders. "My british friends want to talk to you." He added as he was fully ready to get out of here with us as Garrett dialed an number on his phone and me....I was thinkful about Portnova, wondering of what could have happened to her after I maybe helped Zasha escape......

What happened to you, Portnova ?