C25 Russians

Damon’s POV

The man sat behind his desk, a pair of headphones jammed in his ear, his eyes trained on the desktop in front of him.

As soon as the door flew open, and he set his eyes on me, he sprang out of his seat, reaching for his gun.

I scoffed. “Easy now, chap,” I said, pulling out a chair at his desk and sinking into it. “It’s a little too late for that now