Pay it Forward - Part One (2/?) Rated PG
Here is the next part, and again thanks to With the What Now for her beta, it's much appreciated. :-)
Title: Pay it Forward
By Marns AKA Bumpkin
Rated PG
Gen
(Wordcount: 530)
Part 1:
Once Yassen had made up his mind that he was going to try and co-raise John's orphaned son, he started to get his 'affairs' in order. Yassen knew that before he could even think of going anywhere that he had a few things to take care of first. First and foremost of that list was his dealings with Scorpia, they needed to stop. Hopefully in such a way that he could cripple them without it pointing back to him. He did still want his revenge on them, but he wasn't willing to risk John's son to get it.
Thankfully John had trained him to always have several escape routes and then contingencies and backups for the escape routes. 'There is no such thing as too well prepared or too paranoid', he'd always said. It didn't always work, as John's recent immolation and subsequent death proved, but Yassen had his suspicions about just why and how that had come about.
But that is something to think about later. Right now I need to set a few things in motion. Chuckling darkly, Yassen watched the worm he had buried into their closed network start to replicate destroying sensitive information alongside the information that was pertinent to him. That should muck things up nicely, he thought with a cold smirk.
Yes, he needed to vanish, both from Scorpia's roster and purview, and didn't see a problem with making sure the organization was too off balance to notice his defection. He just wished he could set Scorpia up to completely self-destruct while he did it as well, but that wasn't very likely to happen much to his disappointment.
Ah well, can't have everything, Yassen thought sardonically as he finished the last of his packing. He made a few quick calls to be sure everything was still in order. Making sure certain locations he had set up in the past were locked down and others dismantled. His main residence, now fully packed, was put in the queue for shipping and storage depending on how it was marked. Sighing, he looked around one last time after hanging up the phone. This was it, he was really doing this. He grabbed his luggage and the information he had painstakingly made sure he was the only one left with - at least, the only one who wasn't Ian Rider and his immediate superiors - and departed with plenty of time to make his flight.
This was the easy part, he knew. He knew his difficulties were really going to start shortly after he landed and when it came time to brave the lion in it's den, as it were. For some reason he thought that Ian Rider might be a bit leery of an international assassin showing up at his door and offering to help him raise his infant nephew. Especially since Ian had followed his father and brother into intelligence work and would know exactly who he was once he introduced himself.
Maybe it won't be that bad, Yassen thought. Maybe John had told Ian about training him… Yeah, somehow Yassen doubted it. Things never worked out that easily, especially not in the world and circles Ian, John and he lived and worked in.
Again, let me know what you think... :)
Marns
~pN
Title: Pay it Forward
By Marns AKA Bumpkin
Rated PG
Gen
(Wordcount: 530)
Part 1:
Once Yassen had made up his mind that he was going to try and co-raise John's orphaned son, he started to get his 'affairs' in order. Yassen knew that before he could even think of going anywhere that he had a few things to take care of first. First and foremost of that list was his dealings with Scorpia, they needed to stop. Hopefully in such a way that he could cripple them without it pointing back to him. He did still want his revenge on them, but he wasn't willing to risk John's son to get it.
Thankfully John had trained him to always have several escape routes and then contingencies and backups for the escape routes. 'There is no such thing as too well prepared or too paranoid', he'd always said. It didn't always work, as John's recent immolation and subsequent death proved, but Yassen had his suspicions about just why and how that had come about.
But that is something to think about later. Right now I need to set a few things in motion. Chuckling darkly, Yassen watched the worm he had buried into their closed network start to replicate destroying sensitive information alongside the information that was pertinent to him. That should muck things up nicely, he thought with a cold smirk.
Yes, he needed to vanish, both from Scorpia's roster and purview, and didn't see a problem with making sure the organization was too off balance to notice his defection. He just wished he could set Scorpia up to completely self-destruct while he did it as well, but that wasn't very likely to happen much to his disappointment.
Ah well, can't have everything, Yassen thought sardonically as he finished the last of his packing. He made a few quick calls to be sure everything was still in order. Making sure certain locations he had set up in the past were locked down and others dismantled. His main residence, now fully packed, was put in the queue for shipping and storage depending on how it was marked. Sighing, he looked around one last time after hanging up the phone. This was it, he was really doing this. He grabbed his luggage and the information he had painstakingly made sure he was the only one left with - at least, the only one who wasn't Ian Rider and his immediate superiors - and departed with plenty of time to make his flight.
This was the easy part, he knew. He knew his difficulties were really going to start shortly after he landed and when it came time to brave the lion in it's den, as it were. For some reason he thought that Ian Rider might be a bit leery of an international assassin showing up at his door and offering to help him raise his infant nephew. Especially since Ian had followed his father and brother into intelligence work and would know exactly who he was once he introduced himself.
Maybe it won't be that bad, Yassen thought. Maybe John had told Ian about training him… Yeah, somehow Yassen doubted it. Things never worked out that easily, especially not in the world and circles Ian, John and he lived and worked in.
Again, let me know what you think... :)
Marns
~pN