@lalobaby
aleksei mikhailov. not someone anyone wants to face off against and that's on the rare chance that they even see him coming, more ghost than man, more fiction than fact. a monster with a face that has been haunting rafael mccall for years, not once has the fbi come close to catching the son of a bitch. it’s been a long game of cat and mouse, ( most days spent not sure who is which ) but tonight, tonight might make a difference.
there’s been a lot of waiting and that hasn’t changed, only given him more of a drive to get this done. the location is always changing, aleksei never stays anywhere for too long. tonight’s brought them both to a club in san fran, the russian is inside it and he’s waiting out in a van. but at least he has a visual, brought to him by one of the more younger operatives inside blending in. it’s because of him that the older agent gets a clear view of his son raul.
his first instinct is to check again, wait for another shot that proves he isn’t seeing things. when it’s confirmed though, all he wants to do is call melissa and see if she has any idea where her son is. next, rafael wants to call it all off, another ruined bust. even if they could use this opportunity, raul is a child, but that has more bad consequences than good. he takes out his phone, scrolls and hovers over a name before hitting it and composing a text. you need to get out of there. rafael stares at it long and hard, adjusting it and then pressing send. for your mother’s sake, leave the club now. another second passes and he adds, carefully.
