John’s eyes swept over Dominika his eyes flaring in anger. Stupid American? Nigger? Taking a deep breath, a smile came over his face as he looked into the Russian’s eyes. She wanted a reaction, wanted him to get angry and start a firefight. He knew they were probably evenly match, both were soldiers of one sort or another, both were in territory they weren’t comfortable with. His eyes swept to the SWAT officer and shook his head.<br/><br/>“Careful, you I like, but understand if I wanted to I could drop you and her before you rolled that grenade towards me ok? I didn’t say I was going to shoot her, yet. She’s a halfway decent fighter, and god knows she know how to kill things, innocent things, but killing nonetheless.”<br/><br/>He smiled as he looked at the Russian, his own grip on his rifle growing tighter as he did so. If she started a firefight he would more than readily finish it.<br/><br/>“There goes the idea of you being professional. You try to make me angry so that I lose my objectiveness. You think you are the only one to kill my friends? How do you think we found your compound? You’d be surprised how fast people talk when they are locked in a room, alone with me and a knife. I’ll get my chance again.”