A very impressive all white limousine parked right outside of a hospital on the outskirts of Washington DC, the men in black who were guarding the door immediately took note of the diplomatic foreign plate number and the small visible flags that were fixed on the hood of the fancy car.
Four men wearing navy blue suits decorated with many medals descended the car.
"Fuc*" Dimitri cursed out loud.
The back door was opened from inside of the limo, but whoever the passenger was, they didn't go down.
It was a clear gesture for Dimitri to go in.
He was about to turn around when the bulky bodyguard who stood between him and his way to Cynthia's room decided to speak.
"Sir,"
Dimitri turned around to face the man again, then he realized that the bodyguard was on his phone, he wasn't talking to Dimitri. But then the bodyguard quickly took off his sunglasses and fixed his eerie dark eyes on Dimitri.
