Mission Accomplished: Love: MISSION SERIES, #1

By Clairie Saunders

The extra military training of Stefan Peterson makes him the perfect person for finding and killing the ex-member of Resistance Alexa Abramovitz. A few years ago Alexa was sent by her father to the small and cosmopolitan Greek island of Santorini to save her life. Alexa manages to set up there a small business with success. Anton Ivanov finds Alexa at Santorini and informs her that she is nominated for being the first Prime Minister of free Borovia.

Alexa meets Stefan at a bar, and after a misunderstanding, they end up having sex in Stefan's room. They meet again in Borovia. She is the Prime Minister and he is her bodyguard for killing her according to Dimitris Vasiliev's orders. Stefan realizes that he is in love with her and saves her life from murder attempts twice. During the second attempt – also against the President of the Borovia – he is being injured.

This incident brings them closer, but Stefan's past is always in front of them, as Dimitri Vasiliev blackmails him with his affair with the Prime Minister makes Stefan break up with her, and engages with his only daughter Olga. At the same time, Vladimir, a closed-friend of Alexa from Resistance comes back to Borovia after his divorce in America. Stefan confesses to Alexa his love, but Alexa doesn't believe him trying to stay away from him.

An envelope regarding Stefan's dark past makes her break up with him permanently. A few days before the first anniversary of the freedom of Borovia Stefan and a special team, under his commands, is after Dimitri Vasiliev who tries to carry out a coup and establishes the dictatorship again. Stefan's team succeeds by killing Vasiliev. On the day of the military parade, Alexa faints. She goes to the hospital to check her twins-babies where Stefan finds out about them. He confesses his love to her recommending to leave behind their past. Is she going to accept their common future?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clairie Saunders
• Release date: Feb 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223613961

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Chapter 1

Sir, Peterson is here.

Let him pass, said commander Vasiliev.

A man in his forties dressed in a political suit entered the office of Commander Dimitri Vasiliev. He was tall, husky, brown-haired, and one of the best shooters in the Borovian police. The police was the only way out for the men of his generation.

But Stefan Peterson was much more as from the first moment he stood out for his abilities, his quick reactions, and his sharp mind. After his basic training at the police academy, he was sent at the expense of the state to other police and military academies, abroad, to be the best. He was trained for all kinds of wars. He belonged to a group of men who, although they were part of the police, were trained for a real war.

He responded successfully to all the dangerous missions assigned to him without losses. He was ready for anything. Always. After the end of his training abroad, he returned to his country, which was under the dictatorship of Andrei Asimov. It was then when Peterson was accepted to the National War School of Borovia, from where he graduated first in his class. So he was the best that Vasiliev could ever think of when he was looking for a capable man regarding a mission outside of Borovia.

Sit down, Peterson, handing him a folder.

Peterson took the folder and opened it. Inside was a photograph of a dark-skin and fat girl of 15 years old. He looked at his commander. But she is....

I know, we couldn't find another photo of her. Now, of course, have passed twenty years. So you understand that she is around 35 years old. Some human traits never change during time. And here is your ticket. Vasiliev gave him a smaller envelope.

Peterson opened it. Santorini? Where is Santorini, sir?

The commander sat on his chair. In Greece. It’s a small cosmopolitan island. According to our information Alexa Abramovitz, the future Prime Minister of Borovia, is hiding there for the last ten years. It is your job to discover her and kill her.

Peterson looked at his commander. Yes, sir, don’t worry, sir. He sounded feelingless.

All the previous ones have failed, commander Vasiliev added. I don’t want you to disappoint me. After all, you have one more reason. 

Peterson stared at him. He knew about her. She was like a demon. No one could arrest her, or kill her. She was trained by her father, who was also the best in the resistance.  

This woman was one of the best in the resistance, although her father sent her abroad early enough to save her. But I will never forget that night, Peterson, when the revolutionaries entered the palace and killed them all. Even your father. Your father was my best friend. I can't help but thinking how he died so cowardly. Because of them .... Not even Stefan could forget that night.

Peterson looked his commander with a cold eye. His father was also a police officer, who did not hesitate to go by the dictator's side to save his children. During the dictatorship, when everyone else could barely make ends meet, Boris Alexandrovitz's family survived. His son, Stefan, joined the police and his daughter, Elena, managed to study at the best university in Russia with the help of his best friend Dimitri Vasiliev. Peterson owned to Vasiliev. He knew that.

During the dictatorship, Boris Alexandrovitz was the most fearful person in whole Borovia. Not only for the people who joined the resistance and the Borovian rebels. But even for the citizens. He was one of the toughest police officers. He was one of the most bloodthirsty men, but also the most efficient person in finding and killing rebels without mercy. He served the dictator until the last moment of his life.

His son Stefan Alexandrovitz was also one of the toughest men and the best in the police force. From the first moment he entered the police, he participated in selected teams. Boris and Dimitri were very proud of him. Dimitri was sure that Stefan would be the next Chief of Police and that made his father proud.  

Boris Alexandrovitz would be the chief of police, if it had not been that fateful night, where the rebels had succeeded and captured the dictator and all those who were with him. They killed them all. Among them was Boris Alexandrovitz. It was the only time Dimitri was late for his usual appointment with the dictator to inform him about the rebels and the resistance. He escaped death at the last minute. Also, Stefan who was with him escaped death.

They saw the rebels invade the presidential palace killing everybody without mercy. They hid in a narrow dark alley. Peterson had just returned from his last mission abroad. They stayed there until the rebels left no one alive inside the presidential palace. They even killed the kitchen staff. When they finished, they threw the bodies on the street. Among them was Boris Alexandrovitz. Peterson recognized his father immediately, but there was nothing he could do. His facial expressions were frozen. He took an oath to kill every single one of them. Showing no mercy.

Now he had returned to Borovia, which was trying to recover from its wounds. An interim government had been appointed to lead the country to elections.

Vasiliev took him out of his thoughts. Peterson, you are one of the best agents that Borovia has, you graduated first from the school of war, this mission is very difficult, I understand, and you will be alone. If you do succeed, without being noticed by her and by the Greek authorities, you will be the next police chief of Borovia, he told him. 

Peterson looked at his commander.

Exactly Peterson, I will retire in a few months and I don't think there will be another police officer in this country with your qualifications and your successes. Chief rose from his seat. 

This woman is not as innocent as she shows in the photo. Her father was Anatol Abramovitz, the leader of the resistance in Borovia. The biggest bastard our country has ever known. So is his daughter. As innocent as it may seem in the photo, she did not hesitate to take part in the most dangerous missions. She was the one who exploded the train carrying the dictator's explosives. She blew up the prisons to free her friends. When Anatol Abramovitz died, Alexa Abramovitz was my daemon.

And my father’s, Peterson added. It was many times that he had heard his father hating this girl for the harm he does to Borovia, to the regime.

And now, Vasiliev continued, this person is the favorite for the Prime Minister's position, tapping his hand on his desk. This is unthinkable.

Peterson got up from his chair. Don’t worry sir, it will be done as you ordered. And it will look like an accident. Greek authorities are not going to understand anything.

The commander's characteristics softened. Very well, Peterson. You're leaving tonight. We will meet again when you come back. As long as you are on the mission, it is best for us not to communicate.

Yes, sir. I understand.

*

Stefan Peterson went to his office on the second floor of the Police headquarters. A colleague waited for him there. 

What happened? What did he want from you? Georg asked him.

Georg was his sister’s husband. They were together at the police academy. When Georg saw Elena he felt in love with her right away. After a while, they were married. Elena was working as a teacher in High school.

I am leaving for a mission.

On your own?

Peterson nodded affirmatively his head. 

And where does he send you this time?

To Santorini.

Georg turned and looked at him. Where is this country?

Santorini is not a country, but an island. It’s in Greece.

In Greece? This must be the first time that I've heard such a country.

Stefan laughed. So did I, but I didn't tell him anything. Stefan picked some papers from his office. He was lost in his thoughts. He was thinking about this mission.

When are you leaving? Georg asked him.

Tonight. First arriving to Athens and then to Santorini.

Do you want me to take you to the airport?

No, I will go alone. I’ll tell you when I get back, Georg. Don’t say anything to Elena.

Stefan, be careful, you know your sister, and she will kill me if you get injured.

Don't worry, this mission is a piece of cake. The target is very easy for me. We will be in touch. Georg nodded his head. Well, I'm leaving, I want to prepare some things. Are you going to stay longer?

Yes, I have some things to do. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, okay?

Okay, Stefan told him, turning off the light on his desk.

Arriving at his house, he left the envelope on the kitchen table with his gun. He went straight into the bathroom. Stefan Peterson was tall and fit with brown hair and blue eyes reminiscent of the rebellious sky of Borovia sky. He was a professional. He also served mainly as a trainer in the largest police and military academies in Russia and the entire Balkan world.

He stayed abroad for several years, learning biological and chemical warfare survival techniques. He was not interested in being second, he never wanted to be second. He always wanted to be the best and he did it by becoming the best in the world. I will be the youngest police chief, Stefan thought contentedly. He had no complaints although deep down, he may not have agreed with the regime, but the regime had treated him and his family well. That was enough for him.

And why should I have any? He thought. I had the opportunity to study, I had the opportunity to travel abroad, I immediately found a well – paid job, I bought this apartment in the best district of Borovia, and I also made a great amount of money both as a police officer and from the missions. Why should I complain about the regime? Who can complain about the regime? He monologued. The resistance fighters, like the girl in the photo, answered a voice in his head.

He came out of the bathroom and put on a bathrobe. He looked at the woman in the photo once more. The girl in the photo had beautiful characteristics. Nice green dark eyes. Her face was not at all reminiscent of a person living in danger. He stared at the photograph for a long time. She had the warmest smile. It was several times hearing his father saying that a schoolgirl did a lot of damage to the regime's warehouses. At that time, he thought that his father was overreacted. 

But the next day he had learned that a series of warehouses had been blown up on the other side of the town and the only person who had managed to get through all the blocks was a schoolgirl, as his father had said, tapping his hand on his desk. A smile formed on his lips. So let's assume she is still tough, Peterson thought.

She must be overweight, she must have changed the color of her hair and her haircut, he murmured again. Green eyes do not change unless she is wearing lenses on purpose, he thought. He left the photo near him and opened his computer. He scans the picture and in a few minutes, the same woman appeared in front of him at around thirty-five, just as overweight and sweet. So they send me to kill a housewife, Stefan murmured, piece of cake. Be careful, Stefan, a voice in his head warning him. This woman, years ago, blew up all the warehouses of Borovia. Do not underestimate her, the voice inside him added.

Then he connected to the internet. Now, it’s time to see where Greece is. He typed in the name and his computer screen was filled with sun and sea. He then typed Santorini and a beautiful island appeared on the screen. A sly smile formed on his beautiful lips when he saw photos of the island flooded with beautiful women. At least I have good chances of having fun there, he thought as he stared at the photos of the alleys and white houses of Santorini and the girls wearing tiny shorts.

He put a few things in a small backpack, he took the picture of the woman with him, the ticket and got ready to leave when he saw his gun left on the kitchen bench. He hid it in a drawer behind the electric stove. He took one last look at the house, turned off the lights, and left.

*

Katerina, leave the papers, we will fix them tomorrow, said Alexia to her friend and co-worker.

There is no chance. Tomorrow morning we’ll have to be at the port all day, after that we will have to come to the store and then see how we will be able to get all the orders to our customers on time until tomorrow night.

Everything will be in order. I will get up earlier tomorrow morning. Come on, get up now, because Stelios is waiting for you outside for so long.

Katerina glanced out of the small window behind her. Stelios was still there.

He is such a good man, and you don't care.

No, I care a lot about him, mostly at night.

The two women laughed. Go ahead, please, I'm tired too, Katerina, I'll finish everything by myself, don’t worry.

Are you sure? Don't you want me to stay for a while and help you?

Thank you, but no, it would help me a lot if you leave now, and we close the store for today, she told her.

Katerina turned off her computer. You are right as tomorrow you know I'll be at the port from six o’clock in the morning.

Okay, we'll meet there, good night.

Good night, Alexia.

Alexia saw Stelios and Katerina from the window leaving hand in hand. Alexia lived in Santorini for the past ten years and these ten years were the best of her life. Katerina helped her a lot with her new life. They had studied together in England. 

Alexia studied Law and Katerina Business Administration. They had become friends and Alexia had never regretted it. Katerina was everything for her. She was like her sister she didn’t have, she was like her mother who had died when she was a young girl, she was her best friend, Alexia thought.

She had helped her a lot, she trusted her and she felt bad that she hadn't told her the whole truth. The fear that her father had instilled in her soul when she was still eighteen years old and she was leaving abroad to study in England, had not stopped even after so many years. After the death of her father, who had also gone abroad too, but he was eventually found and killed. She checked the store locks once more, before going upstairs to her house.

*

Peterson arrived in Santorini at noon holding a small bag in his right hand. The sun was very hot. It was mid-July. The weather in Santorini was different from the weather in Borovia. He had planned to get light clothes, but he had forgotten the sunscreen. Looking around he found a shop with tourist items where he could also buy a sunscreen. What a beautiful island is Santorini, monologued while he was staring two girls to his left wearing tiny shorts.

Chapter 2

On the other side of the island, Alexia and Katerina were at the port from 6 a.m. to receiving all kinds of beautiful and strange products. The day went even more devastating after a small mistake that makes Katerina running from the port to the customs, and vice versa. Katerina grew up in Santorini and knew all the people there, making their job easier.

I think we're done, Katerina checked for the fourth time all the items and the papers.

So do I. This time everything is in order, and it’s time for us to leave. Don’t you think?

Well, I’ll arrange to take them to the store to start delivering them as soon as possible. Some products are for tonight.

Well, Alexia agreed, and I'm going to the store to prepare the documents.

Okay, I’ll see you at the store, Katerina told her, as she was going to the transport company.

Alexia got in her car and left. Despite July’s hotness, Alexia liked to drive with an open window and not using the car’s air condition. An invisible smile formed on her face. Santorini had a magical effect all these years to her. Their store was something new for Santorini. They were expected to find anything strange such as fruits, food for the Vips hotel customers.

In the beginning, no one wanted anything from them, but someday a president of a small country had arrived who was difficult with the hotel’s food. The manager of the hotel knew that Katerina’s store could help. Katerina’s store helped him and from that day everyone was asking everything from their store. Strange at the beginning but very reviving for the girls.

They worked from morning till evening, from April to October, as people flocked to the island, without complaining, but the winters in Santorini were such an apocalypse. During winters Alexia used to plan everything needed for the coming summer, seeking new products that may be liked to her customers, communicated with hotel managers, and with customers from around the world about what they wanted to find in their rooms when they are on holiday in Santorini. Exotic fruits and foods, strange objects, and everything else that came to everyone's mind. 

However, their reward, apart from the recognition of their services, was more money, which brought them the quality of life they want. Or the quality of life that Alexia used to have in her country.

After the second year, Alexia had managed to find her own house near the sea, where she kept her office downstairs and her house upstairs, whose windows overlooking the Aegean from all sides. She loved winters with the peace of the island. 

She arrived at her office without much delay. The truth was that she also liked Santorini during the summers. Knowing people from all over the world, was like she had traveled all over the world. A light knock on her office door shattered her thoughts.

She looked at her watch. It was already two in the afternoon. She raised her head and saw an elderly couple coming in. She didn’t recognize them at once. But when she realized who they were, she jumped out of her chair and ran into the woman's arms first. Then she hugged the man.

Her eyes filled with tears. She hadn’t seen them for so many years. She thought they were dead. That the dictator of her country, their country, had killed them like her father and perhaps her best friend, since his traces had recently disappeared. But these two were alive and well, just in front of her. When her father fled Borovia, this couple decided to stay together in Borovia.

Not only Alexia but also her family and friends were in the Resistance. A secret organization that was trying to bring the dictatorship of Andrei Asimov to an end after a decade. Alexia's action was so great that the dictator had validated her. Anatol Abramovitz, Alexia’s father, could not lose another member of his family. His wife had been killed in an operation and he had never forgiven himself for that.

So he decided to take her out of Borovia and send her as far as he could. Alexia first went to England to study. In England she was safe and those years flew like water. After her graduation, she went to Greece.

Greece, as it is a small country and a few people, know about it, it was a good hiding place. Long enough from Borovia, but not so long for Anatol Abramovitz for losing his daughter’s traces. He