The Russian Spy

We finally landed in Frankfurt, we went through customs. Rick left me to go get us some snacks for our next flight into France. I walked around with Jesse and before I knew what had happened I was shot through my back left shoulder. I fell and the last thing I remember was Jesse tearing after the shooter.

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