She stood up straight, as Zayed, officially Sheikh Khalifa bin Zayed Al Nahyan, came over to her, smiling. “Thank you, for everything, Fox.” She gave him a courteous bow. He didn’t know her real name, he hadn’t asked, and she wouldn’t have told him if he had. “I wish you all the best, your Highness, and your nephew.” Who tried it on with me more than once. Apparently two wives isn’t enough. She smiled at the man, who got back into his armoured car, and drove off with his escort.
She sighed, and pulled out her radio, sending for their private medical team. Her arm was broken, that much she was sure of. Even as she clipped it back on, she ran her hand over her pistol, checking it was still there. Once she’d touched it, she had to sit down and take it out, cradling her arm, awkwardly tied over her shoulder, spreading the cloth out over her knees and half-dismantling it, checking the barrel, the magazine, everything was in working order. She cleaned it as best she could, and then the car pulled up outside the warehouse. She got up, and headed to the big doors, wearily.
The car wasn’t driven by someone she knew, which made her nervous, no matter how many documents he produced. She called her father before she got in, and he confirmed the guy was part of the team, sending her a scan of his ID card as proof. She was glad, at the end, because at least it meant she didn’t have to talk.
She let her head rest back against the leather seat, watching the world flash by. She hated America. Everything was so bright and commercial, and she was looking forward to being able to go home. She closed her eyes, exhausted, but she didn’t sleep, checking they were still on familiar roads every so often. The radio babbled, something about a new superbug. She was up to date with her vaccinations, and she knew she had a healthy immune system, so it didn’t bother her much, despite the fact that she was headed for a hospital.
She loved her job. She really did, but she wished she hadn’t been sent so far from home for this assignment. She’d been all over the world, but she was still always glad to get back, to see her mother and father, and her younger siblings. She wondered, idly, how Raisa was getting on. She was doing some sort of computing degree at her University. Kat didn’t understand most of it, but she was enthusiastic about it, so she loved to hear about it. Feliks was a little more difficult, still between jobs, and apparently with no motivation to apply for one. She sighed, softly, as the car pulled up. She didn’t thank the driver, just getting out, shouldering her bag, and heading inside. With a couple of the right words, she was seen into an X-ray room, where she eyed the machine, before letting them do their scans, and confirm that her now alarmingly swollen wrist was, in fact, broken. They were short-staffed, no doubt dealing with all the mothers in the immediate area bringing in their children with the sniffles, worrying it was whatever this new bug was. They never went far, just scared people for a while. She rolled her eyes, as she was given a sling, and sat back down in a waiting room. She called her mother, checking in with her, shooting a glare at an elderly man who muttered something about immigrants, overhearing her Russian, and then hung up. She just wanted to be out, and on the plane home, though she’d spent enough time in hospitals to not be bothered by them any more. Hell, it was better than the time she’d spent with Malik, who had made her skin crawl every time she laid eyes on him, which, given that she wasn’t to take her eyes off him, had been almost constantly. The first night, as she’d got off her cot outside his room, and slipped in, to check the windows, she’d almost broken his nose when he grabbed at her, attempting to tug her into bed.
“Yup.” She stood up, and let the nurse lead her to a consulting room, where a doctor yet again explained that her wrist was broken. Finally, another doctor, or nurse, or someone, came and put a cast on her arm. She was so tired, she just wanted to sleep. They finally put her in a bed, in a ward, and she stuck earplugs in, texted her father, and fell asleep, finally.