John looked at the Russian, then sighed as he shook his head. Of all the people he had to be stuck with, she had to be one of them. She was almost the polar opposite to everything he stood for. She worked for money and power, not honor like he did. His mind went back to James and he resisted the urge to take out his pistol and shoot her. One firefight between people was enough for one day. Letting out a slow sigh, his eyes focused on her and a smile came over his face.<br/><br/>“Well Dominika, it’s so odd that you should think that. Not all of us are killers, some of us go around the world trying to take out killers, well such as yourself. People who would put organizations bent on control and tyranny in power rather than helping to fight against them. And you put yourself down, sadist psycopath terrorist? Not at all, barely competent assassin is how you are thought of.”