Order of Protection Ch. 66-70

Jessie's POV

"How bad is this going to be," I asked Charles as he joined us in the back of our Excursion. The three vehicles we had brought down were filled with warriors, and those with carry permits were carrying. They would only go as far as the building security checkpoint; Charles and Sven would be the only ones going in with me.

"You're going to stir up a lot, but the videos and your story should help," he said. "I've got an appointment with the FBI Agent-in-Charge of the investigation and the Assistant US Attorney. Yuri Zubkov is the most-wanted man in the world right now after what he did in St. Petersburg." We had seen the news reports, tens of millions of dollars in damages from an EMP device that was buried in his headquarters. "In that context, and given the amount of money at stake, saying you employed Hollywood special effects to play dead is a smart play."

"And I don't know who to trust."

"Exactly. You couldn't use law enforcement, the reward and the reach of the Mob is too great." Alpha Sven took my hand, then he opened the door and led me out. My security surrounded us, I couldn't even see anyone else as we entered the skyway and walked over the street to the Federal building.

The detail opened the door, then held back as the three of us approached the checkpoint. Charles took the lead. "We are here to see Agent Brian Johnson, we have a three-fifteen appointment," he said as he handed our identifications over to the deputy. I put my coat and purse into the bin, then stepped through the X-ray machine after I got my driver's license back. We were gathering our stuff when the Deputy told us to move to a set of chairs on the side. It was only a minute before security and FBI agents surrounded us.

"It is her, she's fine," one of the uniformed officers said into her radio.

We were sent through and surrounded by security until the elevator opened and a man in his forties, grey hair at the temple and an FBI badge on his belt, came forward to take charge. He shook Charles' hand first. "Charles, when you said you needed to see me, I had no idea you would bring her."

"I know. I could not risk her life, as far as people know the bounty on her head is still active, Brian. Can we get out of the open?"

"Of course." He led us to the elevator, with the other FBI men joining us. "How?"

"It's a long story, best told over coffee," I said as the floors clicked up. "The Reader's Digest version is that my friends helped me fake my death and keep me alive thus far."

"I see." The door opened at the seventh floor, and the lobby had the FBI emblem. People were staring at me as we walked by, heading for a conference room where we met AUSA Debbie Andrews and FBI Field Office Senior Agent-In-Charge Lawrence Coffey. The SAIC had invited himself after being notified of who just arrived; the higher the rank, the more political they were. This was about to be front-page news.

After introductions and getting my cup of coffee, Charles took charge. "My client, Jessica Donato, is the only child of deceased Russian Mob boss Yevgheny Zubkov. Until a few months ago, she did not know she was adopted, much less her heritage." He provided copies of my birth and adoption certificates, as well as the letter from Father Kempechny that told of my mother's death. "When he found out his rape had resulted in a child, Yevgheny killed her mother, and sent people to kill Jessie as a baby. The Father sent her to America, safe from him, at least he thought."

"It was a shock to me to find out I was adopted after my parents had both passed," I said. "Yevgheny was dead, and I went to Russia to find out the rest of the story. While I was there, I saw a lawyer and filed papers to be recognized as his daughter. His brother Yuri, who was thought to be heir to his fortune, somehow found out who I was and that was the first time he tried to kill me." Charles handed over English-language articles of the bombing. "I had friends who hid me while I recovered and got me out of the country. He tried again when I was hiding in Grand Marais. Mobsters our of St. Paul this time, attracted by the reward that was offered." Charles handed over a copy of the reward offer. "After that failed, he raised the offer to twenty-five million, US. There was no place I was going to be safe with that kind of money out for my death. I had fled to Sven, he's a friend of a friend, and together we came up with a plan to both punish Yuri and secure my safety."

"If I may," Charles said as he pulled the flash drive out of his pocket. "Play file one on the screen." One of the men played the file, it was the conversation between Yuri and Sven where he showed he had me in his jail and negotiated a $300 million bounty.

"That's a ballsy play," Agent Johnson said.

"We wanted to hurt him bad," Sven replied. "So using some Hollywood wizardry, we came up with the video number two. In this version, you see the feed being sent to Yuri, not the one that was released to the general public later on." The second one was played, this one showing the two-way feed to Yuri in Moscow as I was being 'executed'.

"Wait, that man on the ground behind her, he wasn't in the Youtube video," the AUSA said.

"True, we used a phone to record that video at a different angle," Sven said.

"That man, that's John Pearson... isn't he the one who attacked you in the Mall of America? He got deported after his release," Agent Brian said.

"He's my fiance', and he didn't know what was happening was all a fake," I said. "It was important that his reaction be believable, so they would not look as closely at the special effects we used to simulate my death."

"Still, he wasn't supposed to be in the country," the prosecutor said.

"That's a detail I'm asking you to overlook for the greater good here," Charles said. "The fake death protected Jessie and John, who were hidden in a remote cabin after this. It also caused Yuri to drain his accounts, selling properties and taking loans in order to raise the money. He had banked on gaining Yevgheny's fortune, but without a death certificate, he couldn't get that either. He had borrowed heavily from the Sicilian Mafia, and when he was weak, everything fell apart."

Phones started going off, and Agent Johnson looked at his with wide eyes. "Change that over to the news," he said. The television went to Fox News, which was showing a feed live from Russian television as Yuri Zubkov was being led away from a tunnel in handcuffs, surrounded by security men. "WANTED MOB BOSS CAPTURED IN ST. PETERSBURG," the crawl said. I smiled, looking over at Sven, knowing it was over now.

"About time," Charles said. When we realized there was nothing else to learn, the television was muted. "While Jessie and John were in hiding, her friends were still active. Her good friend Patrick Clarke went to Moscow and helped to keep her safe. When she was sent back here, he remained and worked with others to uncover Yuri's efforts to take over the Moscow Mob. He provided information to the Moscow FBI office and Russian Police that was key to the takedown of Mob operations in Russian AND the United States. That would not have been possible without Jessie's involvement and monetary support of the cause."

"You can verify his involvement if you wish, he turned over information that was key to taking down an international sex slavery operation," I said.

"So why are you here," the AUSA asked.

"It was important that we come out directly to law enforcement so there is no misunderstanding of what went on. We apologize for the need to fake her death, and we will reimburse you the cost of the search for her. However," Charles said, "We also don't want to end up in legal trouble for our actions. I'm sure AUSA Andrews has already started a list."

"I have," she said as she looked up from her notes. "Parole and immigration violations for John Pearson. For Mr. Hirkkel, extortion and conspiracy to commit murder. For Ms. Donato, conspiracy to commit murder, even though it was of herself."

"Yet we are here," I said, "And Yuri is now in handcuffs. His operations bankrupted, most of his men dead or in custody, his operations in tatters. We have given you information that has freed hundreds of women from slavery and broken up gambling, smuggling and drug rings."

"And what we want is immunity from prosecution related to the fake death for the people involved, and we want to keep the money paid to us by Yuri in exchange for her death. It is all in offshore accounts," Charles said, "And of course we would pay taxes to bring it into the country."

"We can make this work in all our favor," Sven said. "The FBI investigation into Jessie's death was a cover for the international investigation into the Russian Mob. Patrick won't say anything to contradict this, and we don't need to be specific on timing. Simply put, Jessie comes across information during her first visit to Russia that was given to your Agency, and she cooperated with you."

"That could work," Agent Brian said.

Charles turned to the senior FBI agent. "I am asking you to write a letter to the Governor of Minnesota, expressing your gratitude for Jessie Donato, Patrick Clarke and John Pearson's assistance in the take down of the Russian Mob operations. We will be petitioning him for a pardon of John's conviction, allowing him to enter the United States legally."

"We want to live here, get married here, raise a family here," I said. "When I receive my estate, I want to be with my husband. Right now, I can only go to Scotland or Russia since I am also a citizen there. I prefer to stay in the state I love, though."

"When are you leaving for Russia," the prosecutor asked.

"Two days," I said. "I have notified my lawyer already, the probate hearing is in three days."

She put her notes in her briefcase. "I have to run this past my boss, but I think the interests of justice are best served by your plan," she said. "I'm sure the FBI and local law enforcement will be happy to present you with a bill for the search. The immigration thing, is he out of the country now?" I nodded my head yes. "Not much I can do about that now without catching him here. As far as Yuri's money goes, I'm glad you have it now instead. Do something good with it," she said. "We're done here."

We all stood and shook hands. After the AUSA left, the FBI head stayed. "You did a lot of good for the country," he said to me. "We shut down a human trafficking ring in St. Paul based on the information that your friend Patrick gave to our office in Moscow, and we aren't the only office. I'm going to draft a letter for you right now, if you can wait a minute."

"Of course," I said. "I appreciate your help. I really need John to get pardoned before I end up on some windswept Scottish hillside." He laughed, but I was remembering the castle I'd stayed in briefly. It wouldn't be too bad, but it wasn't home. My closest friends were here in Minnesota.

The Senior Agent-In-Charge returned with a letter for me. "Thank you again, and good luck in Russia," he said.

"Thank you." I was just walking out when I happened to glance at the television screen. Alpha Yuri was being removed from the van when a shot blew through his chest. My hand went to my face, I was frozen watching as my uncle bled out on the floor of the police van.

Ch. 67

John's POV

"Time to shift into your wolf, John," Viktor said. I had only been able to shift back to human form while we were in the air. The papers stated I was a service dog being sold by the Clarke's training school to Esca. We had departed Duluth with Alpha Viktor, Patrick and Mischa, Chair Francois and Alpha Javier, plus Larry was along as my 'handler'. We only stopped once for fuel in Newfoundland. In ten minutes, we would be landing in Scotland.

"It's all right, Cuddles, you'll be back soon," Patrick said with a grin as he sat with his mate. Our plan was simple; the plane would stop overnight for the crew to rest, and Cuddles would pass through Customs with the others. We would all return to Alpha Esca's castle for the night, then in the morning I would leave as a human, carrying my British passport, and we would fly to Moscow. I just hated having to go through the airport as a dog. It was humiliating.

I moved to the back of the plane, pulling the curtain across. I removed my clothes, putting them in a bag with Patrick's dirty stuff, then shifted into my wolf. I pushed the curtain aside, and Patrick was waiting with the stupid collar with the name "Cuddles" on it and the rabies tag. Once that was on, my service animal vest was attached. I sat in front of him while he put it on, then lay at his feet for the landing.

The jet landed and taxied to the small terminal, where we were led to Customs. An agent was waiting for us. After stamping passports and issuing tourist visas, she looked at me with disdain. "You have papers for the dog?"

"Of course," Patrick said. I sat in the heel position, the leash hanging loose from my neck.

She looked them over, then held her hand out for the leash. "The veterinarian needs to examine him before he can be released, and he won't be back until Monday." It was now late Friday night. "He's going to have to be quarantined until then."

My head shot up, and I started a low growl before Larry mentally told me to behave. "You better fix this," I said.

"Just chill," he sent back. With all the changing loyalties, Larry was the only one I could communicate with mentally. Patrick had changed his Alpha to Javier while in Moscow, and I was still tied to Alpha Stan from my time in Minnesota. If I had thought there would be any trouble, I would have shifted loyalty to Alpha Viktor on the flight.

Patrick was still working the agent. "Isn't there anything we can do? If it is a matter of time, I'd gladly pay the vet to make the trip out here. I need to get him to his family as soon as possible."

She shook her head. "I'm afraid not, the vet we use is on vacation now, and you didn't call ahead with the need so he's going to have to wait. Oh, and kennel fees are twenty pounds a day, you provide the food."

"I have a current vet certificate, I'm sure. He's healthy, never a problem."

"Quarantine. You can pick him up Monday after nine AM. Pay the cashier on the way out," she said as she stamped his passport. Taking my chain, she started to walk towards the back. "Come on, boy," she said.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of him for this," I told Larry as I followed behind her. "His company ships dogs all over the world and they screw this up?"

"Just behave, we'll figure this out," he said as I went through the door. She led me back to a filthy area with chain link kennels over grates and locked me in the largest one. I whined as the door closed, leaving only a dim light on. The other kennels couldn't be empty, no, that would be too easy. There had to be a beagle howling, and a Jack Russell bouncing around and yapping in his cage. They hadn't even cleaned the floor, it had feces smeared around the back and the place smelled like I was locked in a Porta Pottie.

"This place is disgusting," I said. "I'm afraid to lay down, even werewolf healing may not keep me well here."

"There's nothing I can do right now," he sent back. "We just got outside, I'll talk to Alpha Esca about it."

I didn't have much of a choice, I could see the camera in the corner. The last thing I could do was shift and walk out of here. "You better bring me steak chunks or something. If you bring me that kibble again, I'll shove it up your ass a nugget at a time until you look like a pinata."

I could sense him chuckling. "You'd probably tell me to bite the pillow because it's going in dry." I chuckled to myself, a little upset I hadn't thought of that first. Larry was a good guy to hang around with, but he still hadn't recovered from losing his buddy Brian. I was hoping he would find his mate on this trip, he deserved some good in his life. "Just relax, we'll be back in the morning. I'm going to stay here until you can travel. The others all have to leave without you for Moscow, there is plenty of work to be done. Don't worry, I'll be thinking about your situation while relaxing in the luxury room, taking a hot shower, then sleeping on thousand-count sheets."

"You forgot the breakfast buffet."

"I wasn't going to bring that up, but maybe I can bring you a doggie bag or something." Everyone is a comedian. Instead of being back in my rooms at the castle, being welcomed back by my friends and Pack mates, I was stuck here. Even worse, I was still a member of Alpha Stan's Pack and I couldn't shift allegiance without meeting Alpha Esca again. "Beta Jack told me to remind you that 'If you can't do the time, don't do the crime'."

"A real comedian, that one. At least pass my regards to his mate, she's the smart one of the two."

We talked for a while longer, then he got all excited. "Good news, buddy. The radio is saying that Alpha Yuri was arrested in St. Petersburg, they found the underground bunker he was hiding out in like Hitler."

Now that was good news. "Couldn't happen to a nicer guy. As much as I'd like to end him myself, the Chairs are right- it would raise too many questions with the humans. I hope he spends the rest of his life in a tiny, unsanitary, smelly and uncomfortable CELL LIKE THIS PLACE YOU LEFT ME IN."

"Hey, I can't do anything about that, you're pissed at Patrick, remember?"

"Yeah. Any word from Jessie?"

"They went into the meeting with the FBI just before we landed, nothing yet. Hey, we're going to be out of range soon, any messages?"

"Tell Jessie I love her. Oh, and tell Esca to bring lawyers, guns and money, they shit has hit the fan."

"I think finding a vet on short notice would be more help, but ok. Take care of yourself, John."

"I'll try. Steak, in a CLEAN bowl, in the morning if you please." I put my head down, leaning against the chain link in what seemed like the cleaner part of the kennel. It was going to be a long night.

Beta Polina's POV

I slept into the early afternoon, exhausted from the drive. I wouldn't meet my supplier for another day, but I had other things I needed to do.

I had a list of those I wanted dead, those who were responsible for my Shura's death.

Council Chair Francois, who passed judgment on my mate.

Council member and Moscow Alpha Javier, who also voted for his death.

Jessie Donato, who started this whole thing.

Alpha Viktor of the Kstovo Pack, who sheltered Jessie and allowed her to escape to the States.

Patrick Clarke, who embarrassed my Shura in the challenge fight.

As I drove here from St. Petersburg, I knew it was going to be impossible to pick them off one by one. Most of them were well-protected, and my freedom of movement was still restricted. If I was to get them, I had to get them with one attack. There was only one place I could find them all together, so that became my objective.

My contact was getting what I needed, but I needed access to the building. Security would be tight, but there were always ways around it if you looked hard enough. I couldn't trust a phone, I had to do this in person. I checked to make sure my new hair color looked right, put on some sunglasses and a hat, and headed out to my car. I drove to an apartment building about a mile away from the Moscow Pack headquarters and waited in the parking lot until I saw her come home from work. I slipped out of my car, moving silently until we met just as she was reaching in her purse for the keys to the door. "добрый вечер Елизавета Климова," (Good evening, Elizaveta Klimova).