"Peter." My body stiffened. Meeting my dead friend's brother who was assumed to be dead for seventeen years was not on my agenda today.

"I guess Viktor and I still looked a lot alike after all these years."

"Should have known it was you when Viktor discovered there was a possibility that you were alive." I scoffed.

"White chocolate frappuccino?" He handed me the drink.

"I've a lot of questions." I said and took the drink.

"I can only imagine. Ask away." He leaned back on the bench and took a sip of his drink.

"Are my parents alive?"

"No."

Surprisingly I didn't feel anything when he said that, I just slowly nod my head.

"Who was the other person on the plane?"

"Felon."

"What's felon's actual name?"

"I don't know."

"How does he look like?"

"I don't know."

"What? You must have seen his face-"

"I didn't. He was wearing a mask the whole time. I only can tell you he has brown eyes, he has an Australian accent and has one arm."

"One arm?"

"Yeah. He was born like that."

"Well that definitely makes it easier to spot him." And I also wonder why he has an Australian accent...

"I'm not so sure about that. I've been trying to find him for seventeen years but I've only managed to find his drug warehouse in Thailand and Germany."

"How were you involved with felon in the first place?"

"My parents couldn't afford to pay for my training programme to become a pilot so I had to make some cash my own. At that time, felon's business was still quite small and he didn't have enough manpower to deliver the drugs, so I sighed up for the job and did the deliveries during the weekends. I did the job for about a year and I quit after that. Felon's people didn't contact after that for a good two years and one night when I was walking home they kidnaped me. They told me they need a pilot for a job and would be paid handsomely. I declined them as I did not want to get involved in the drug business anymore so they said they would kill my parents and Viktor if I didn't do it."

"Tell me what happened on the plane."

Peter's POV

Cold sweat rolled down from my forehead profusely.

"You alright there?" Roy, the other pilot asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Any second now.

"You sure? You don't-"

The door opened and Roy was shot in the head. I turned my head away. Another shot was aimed at the blackbox.

"Now."

I nodded and change the controls. I can feel his eyes pointing daggers at me.

"It's done. The plane will be down in five minutes."

"Good. Now put on your parachute." He passed me the parachute.

I did as he say and put on my parachute.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The Russian man screamed.

"I'm felon and I want your throne in the drug business." He rolled his eyes and opened the door of the plane.

"I've heard about you. You've stolen fifteen percent of our clients." The Vietnamese women yelled.

"That's me. Now say your last words to each other before the plane crashes. Peter, now we jump."

"Uh I- um..."

I can't do this. I'm killing an entire family. There's even a baby in the women's arms. Not to mention the other pilot and the three air stewardess who are all already shot in the head.

"Take your own sweet time then, see you on the ground." And he jumped out of the plane.

"I'm so sorry." I said to the family.

"Can you do us a favour?" The Russian man asked me.

"What is it?"

"Just save our baby girl, please." The Vietnamese women placed a kiss on the baby before she held her out to me.

The plane was going to crash any second, so I just took the baby and held her tightly, gave them a nod before jumping off the plane.

A minute later with lots of crying from the baby, I landed on the ground and tried to calm her down. I sighed in relief when she finally stopped crying after a few minutes. I also noticed there was a name sown onto the blanket which was covering her.

"Alveanea. That's a pretty name." I said softly.

I then heard a loud sound. I turned to the direction of the sound an realised the plane has just crashed into the ocean.

I looked at Alveanea, her eyes closed and looked so peaceful. She had no idea that her life had just changed drastically.

"Hey!" I jumped up when I heard the voice, turned around to see felon still in the face mask.

I slowly stood up and walked towards him, holding the baby tightly against me.

"What the hell is that?" He asked, drawing out his gun.

"A baby." And he put the gun back into his back pocket.

"Is the baby even alive?"

"Yes."

"Well I'm not going to shoot a damn baby." He groaned.

We exchanged looks and stayed silent for a few seconds.

"Fine, whatever. You're in charge of the baby. Now let's head to the boat."

I nodded and we started walking. It took us about fifteen minutes of walking before finally reaching the shore and there was already a boat waiting for us.

There were also two men on the boat and felon started speaking to them in Spanish which I don't understand. It took about an hour before we reach a border of a country and felon handed the guy a stack of cash before he let us in.

Once we were on the plane, there were a few of his men already waiting for him. High fives and hugs were exchanged between them as they looked at me weirdly.

"Who is this?" One of the men asked.

"The pilot who I hired." Felon replied.

"I thought you were going to kill him." Another men said.

Of course he was going to kill me. I knew that. What do you expect from the new drug lord? He needs to tie up loose ends. But at least he won't hurt my family.

"I was, but he stupidly took the couple's baby and I sure as hell was not going to shoot it or take care of it. So when we land in Russia, Edik will follow him to a foster care and once the baby is dropped off, bring him back to me."

"Yes boss." Edik replied.

Felon then walked towards me and took seat beside me.

"Is it a girl or boy?"

"Girl."

"Give her to me."

I gave him a questionable stare.

"I said I don't shoot babies."

I held out the baby to him. He noticed the name sown onto her blanket.

"Alveanea... well that's too bad she'll not remember her own name then."

He removed the blanket and threw it into the garbage can, replacing it with another blanket.

"Can-can I ask you a question?"

"What?" He looked annoyed.

"What happened to your arm?"

"I was born without it." He stood up and walked away.

Hours later, we arrived in Russia. Once we were out of the airport, felon and his men got into three different cars. I was in the car with Edik and the driver, on the way to the nearest foster care. I was about to walk inside the foster when Edik stopped me.

"Leave her at the door."

"Why?"

"They'll ask you questions on where you found her and maybe get you to fill up a form or something. Felon won't allow it. Leave her and go."

I did as he said. As I was getting into the car, I looked at her one last time.

I'll come for you.