Context: This is my opening post in a spy/thriller/romance I have going with a long time buddy, and I hope it gives you a good idea of my style of writing. Feel free to look over my recent posts for more!



_{Moscow, Russia
03:24}

Cases involving human trafficking were always dangerous. It was a business run by the most detestable scum of humanity, those who care not about the lives they're ruining by their actions. Cases involving Russia were also always dangerous. Ties with the gigantic country were strained, every interaction having to be carefully planned and worded, everything planned to avoid another cold war. With the threat of nuclear weapons, another war could mean irreversible damage to the already fragile planet they live on. A human trafficking case in Russia was a delicate, and deadly mission, one that Delilah rather wished she'd refused.

It wasn't difficult to find a trail; human trafficking ran rampant in Moscow. All she needed to do was pretend to be an easy mark. Some tight fitting clothing, night at a club, pretending to be drunk, that was usually all it took to lure them out. She spotted him at that club, and guessed they must be working the same case again. This time, though, it seemed he was going to use her as bait.

'Typical,' she had thought.

When the men approached Delilah and took her to their car, he was following them. What neither of them had anticipated, however, was that they'd been compromised. The last thing Delilah saw was the butt of a pistol coming down on her head, and then everything went black.