SYNDICATE.. The Beginning .. Closed for HSG1498

[Elvenoff1]

Droplets of the night's rain fell from the ball-cap's rounded brim as Thomas Kane watched the man from the shadows enter into the building. His heavy blue orbs looked down at his wrist and read the time. It was one-thirty on this very early Saturday morning but this was his last lead on the job that the company wanted done. The others panned out to be close to but not the one female they wanted not to have another day of life. Tom chewed on his lip for his circumstances on this job seemed to have him in a paradox.

You see a few days ago when a tightly sealed envelope was slide under his door it had the smell of the corp all over it. What was inside was what normally came with the hit orders, photos, DVD's and some texted information. Tom pulled out all out and poured it upon the table glaring over the pictures. His brow arched up when her beauty hit him first and that sent him into the why would someone want this sweet thing taken out. He looked over the texted information with a disgruntled disclosure for there was nothing giving for why they wanted her dead, which they never did but he was hoping that there would be for this one grabbed him unlike the others he had offed.

He studied the pictures for hours, Watched the DVD's for even more hours and was taken in by this beauty, He continued to fight with himself about getting feelings involved with his target but damn this woman stirred him something fierce. He restarted the DVD's once more and sat down in front of the screen was was admiring how she was walking for her body swayed with appeal, not that a way a hooker sways to get attention but swayed like a woman was proud of herself, very confident and determined to make life hers, not the other way around.

The phone ringing broke this mesmerized state, “Yeah!” Tom's voice was cold as he watched the DVD closely.

“Did you get the package?” The female's voice was heavy with a Russian accent

“YEP” Tom not really into the talking mood as he was watching the woman walking down a nightclub's walkway.

“We want this to be close and personal.. I want her to know who has the one that sentenced her to a painful death.” Hissed the woman from the other end of the line.

“That's an extra hundred thousand.” Tom replied hearing the word personal and that was it.

“Done, I wait for the end results.” Her voice was chilly and somewhat angered.

Tom put the phone down and continued to watch the DVD with a state of arousal. “Well Sweetheart I don't know what you did nor why Russkie wants you dead but we all have to earn a living.” He replied getting up and looking at the DVD once more as his target was embracing a few female friends at the party.. “Hell maybe you forgot to give her a kiss before ending the night, he smiled as a mental imaged shot into his mind.

Now here he was standing at the building this woman was suppose to live at, but now after tracking three females that he thought was her and the amount of time he took finding those three this one seemed to easy as if it was a stage place to see if anyone moved on it.. That would give this female an alert and give her time to get away.. 'Damn Tom!” your giving this chick too much credit.. She's just .. Well whatever she is she's not this clever..' He muttered to himself while fighting down the urge to just burst in and she the woman .. What he was suppose to say to her first rang in his head..

He decided not to hit this place just encase, He moved out of the shadows and headed to that popular night club that she seems to visit all the time. He was surprised for it was a strip club and that made him wonder if she was into females as well. Either way he could get a better tag on her without blowing his cover if he tried to pick her trail up here. But this was also the same place that the other three false leads.. But it was the best place to find her.. Just what was he going to do when he did see her in real form.. that worried him..

He moved into the club and took a seat in the back corner watching the dancers on the stage and looking about the place. He would move around once he was here for a little bit. He didn't want to bring attention to himself.

 

[HSG1489]

Brieta Strong took to the stage for what was going to be the last time before she returned to the SRR regiment where she would slip from the lime light until she was needed for another mission, whatever that might be. Right now she had to maintain her cover for the last time and give the punters a night to remember.

In realty she was way out of her comfort zone, always the tomboy she preferred slacks and trousers to skimpy dresses and skirts but duty was duty and she had to fit the bill perfectly. After joining the army and securing a role as part of NATO Rapid Response she was recruited for the Special Reconnaissance Regiment mainly for her language skills in Russian Farsi and Arabic. Yet she never in her wildest moments dreamed she would ever have to work as a stripper.

Neither did she ever believe she would be working with both the Russians and the CIA in a mission that would protect of all people Putin and his cronies. The Russian underworld were ruthless and money to them was power. These gangsters didn't care how many lives were put in danger by their actions. Their plan was to steal nuclear material and sell it to the Arab extremists who in return would ensure that their terrorist activities in Europe, the U.S. and Russia would result in unrest and the overthrow of the Russian Government leaving the criminals in charge of Russia's vast oil and gas reserves.

The meetings between the Gang leaders and dissident Russian scientists took place in this seedy night club. Brieta had studied their faces, their habits, their way of life. She had entertained them, tracked them, followed them and cosied up to them. And without having to sleep with them one by one she had killed all four of them.

Then her contact, an American girl gave her news that London and Washington were afraid her cover was broken. The next day she was to leave for Canada from where she would be transported home to lie low until the next mission wherever that would be.

Taking to the stage under her assumed name of Sandi West she performed her usual routine teasing the clients with hints of her breasts until she made the final stand of dancing naked as a kaleidoscope of colours flashed onto the screen behind.

After the cat calls and suggestions she went back to her dressing room to pack. Mission accomplished- or so she thought.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Nikita Boykov slammed down the folder upon the desk of the Syndicate's northern hive command of the western hemisphere. “I want her dead! She killed my father and you all are not doing anything about it!” she ferociously looked at the two men and one woman council staring at her childish rave. They were not part of the European Hive that maneuvered foolishly with the use of Russian underground for which her father was part of and a board member of the Euro hive council.

The woman cleared her throat and looked at Nikita. “Miss Boykov, your father was part of the Syndicate but he wasn't part of this hive. We have operations still going on over here and unlike our European counterparts we are not as short sighted and quick to jump to foolish actions.” She looked to her left and then to her right seeing the two men nod in their agreement to her facts. She looks back at her. “We are currently looking into rebuilding the Euro hive but that will take time. You have an opportunity here to make it to the council since you have control of your fathers business but if you keep up with this rave for vengeance upon an active agent that has the CIA and Homelands securities backing you will not survive and we will not help you.

Nikita shot a glare at her.. “Your not helping the way it is. So what do I care about your not giving help threat. “Nikita moved into the woman's face, Her Russian accent heavy. “Bah on your help. I will hire a hit squad to take this woman out.” Nikita informed and pushed off of the table. She turned and began walking out.

“Miss Boykov, We do not care if you hire a hit squad to take this Brieta Strong out but you do not use the Syndicates names as your support or you may find yourself on our hunt list. You will not jeopardize our Northern Hive by letting this agent know that there is another hive operational here in the Americas. Nor will your actions be sanctioned for the council of the newly forming Euro hive that is being rebuilt. I suggest you go home and enjoy the life we are about to give you. But if you wish to continue on this path. Keep your reins in very close for we will not hesitate to take care of problems here as they did over there.” the woman informed before the hot headed Russian daughter exited the chamber.

Nikita called the man that her father used several times and sent him all the information she could muster about this agent Brieta Strong. I want it personal she told him. She also told the man to tell the woman that Ivan Boykov says hello from the grave. The man wanted an extra hundred thousand but it would be worth the price.

At the 387 North club Tom watched with an arched eyebrow at the dancer, damn she seemed awful close to the woman he was to kill. He slowly rose up and walked over toward the stage, looking at her closely admiring her looks but also comparing her with the information. It was so damn close that his mouth started to water for this was going to be easy. But then the woman's dance ended and off she went to the back.

Tom shook his head, his hand pushing back the Beretta. He looked around the club taking in the security before deciding to make a move toward her in the back with all the noise out here no one would hear the gun go off. He made his way toward the back but just before he passed the entrance a mountain of a man stepped in his path. “Card!” the man said to him, but Tom just looked at him. I was told to come back to the rooms and wait for Sandi Tom informed the man but only got a strong stare then the man spoke up.. “Hey Sandi, there is a gentleman here saying you gave him the okay to come back to the rooms but you didn't give him a card. You know the rules so you need to come out here and vouch for this man.” Tiny's voice was gentle to the size of him..

 

[HSG1489]

Brieta heard Tiny telling her she had s guest who wanted to come backstage but didn't have a card and immediately thought it was her CIA contact to escort her to her rooms and arrange transport to Canada. "Let me see Tiny" she said as she made her way forward giving the stranger a good look at her cleavage. She didn't recognise him so she used the password she was given some four hours earlier. "Hi Roger, you've just flown in from LA?" The reply should have been "Yes I caught the early flight." But before the stranger could answer there was a rumpus at the back of the club.

Two rival New York gangs had been competing for the right to supply drugs in that precinct and tonight of all nights it came to head. Shots rang out and her gentle giant protector fell lifeless to the floor. The stranger turned and drew his pistol to protect himself but Brieta saw another gangster to his right about to shoot her supposed colleague. Pushing the stranger to the ground she grabbed her concealed pistol and shot the would be killer dead. Chaos broke out in which Brieta and Tom found themselves on the same side fighting for survival.

The air soon had the distinctive smell of spent gun powder, blood, urine, human faeces and death while outside sirens wailed indicating the arrival of the police. On their arrival the two surviving Gang members were arrested and calm was restored.

Brieta and Tom were taken into the dressing room for questioning and Brieta immediately reached into her handbag and brought out her identity card. "It doesn't matter who knows now" she said as she showed it.

The sergeant looked at it and immediately said "Yes Ma'm. Sorry to bother you ma'm!" And looking at Tom he asked "And who's this?"

"O he's with me" Brieta replied "he saved my life and I saved his." The police allowed Brieta to change and then she walked up to Tom "I need to collect my things before Canada. I'll see you back here in an hour." On the way out she saw Tiny about to be placed in his body bag. Holding back the tears she kissed his forehead and said "Farewell Big Man. You truly were a gentle giant. I'll never forget you!" Looking at Tom she said "In an hour."

 

[Elvenoff1]

'What the fuck just happened!” Tom adjusted his plain black ball-cap while looking around at all the carnage. Body bags all over the place reminded him of the spec ops operation in Bosnia a few years ago, but that made sense, this was what the army calls a snafu ops. He shook his head to clear his thoughts for he had another matter to deal with. The chick he was to kill was a damn agent! Not to mention she just saved his life and vice versa. But the odd thing was, not that him saving her instead of putting a bullet in her head wasn't odd, but the fact that she thinks he is someone or something else and diverted the cops from tagging him which was odd for the action of an agent.

He watched her as he was running this through his mind, but it was cleared up when she walked over to the dead giant and kissed his forehead. She was heart stricken from watching him getting killed to the fast and ferocious firefight had her emotions all garbled. Hell he was even jittery after all that, what fool wouldn't be.

He snapped out of his process of thinking when she walked up to him and mentioned about going to Canada and she needed an hour to pack her things and for him to meet her back here. He looked at her with a raised brow for the package that he got didn't do her justice for she was more attractive and one bad-ass chick that pushed that small button that all men have when dealing with a gorgeous woman. Not to mention he got to see like a lot of men and woman her total package which was just as deadly as her aim.

Damn there was that fucking paradox once more. He knew his job and that was to kill her, but yet the company didn't inform him that she was combat agent. He wouldn't mind if she was one of those profilers or if she was a computer analysis's but a fucking highly trained field operative that would have changed his whole taking on this job, well it would have been a heftier cost to them.

Who was he kidding, ever since he seen her pic and watched those DVD's he felt close her, maybe even closer than he should, but she had one of those magnetic persona about her, and well her body was a small factor in that as well, nonetheless his paradox was worse now for he fought with her and they both protected each other, add that to his attraction to her it was going to be really hard to pull the trigger on this one.

His mind spun around thinking of what to do when his inner voice just told him to go with the flow and take her up on going to Canada. If she didn't know what her contact looked like he would remain to be her contact, but what would happen when the real contact reported that she was gone the agency she worked for would contact her.. Shit he cursed the Paradox he was in.. He never had this pull for a woman like he did with this one..

He watched her leave the area and decided that the only thing he was going to work at and that was getting her into his bed. Yeah, the company would be pissed but surely they wouldn't care for she would be out of their hair in Canada and if he did kill her there would be so many agents coming out of the woodwork it would cost them much more than money.. it was decided … he wanted her at his side for he was getting older and it was time to start enjoying his life..

“Sandi, I will be here in an hour to pick you up.” he informed her as she crossed over the street and got into her very nice car.. 'Damn, I feel cheap' as he looked at his twelve your old truck. He had an hour so he went home and packed his things as well. Two duffel bags was his life and one was filled with his equipment.

He got back with fifteen minutes to spare and there was still police here, not as many but some since the forensics teams were still collecting and measuring every round that was fired. It would be awhile before they left, he wondered why he was worried about him for he was just going to jump into her car and off they would go. He did wonder how in the hell were they going to Canada so a single agent, not on a case now cause she was going to Canada a state of relax after a mission. So it would be a cheap form of travel... The Railroad.. They were going to go on the train.. Scenic route.

He saw her pull up and walked over to the car tossing his duffel bags in the back he got in.. “Hey, Good to see you again.. Are you okay?” he had to play the caring comrade...

 

[HSG1489]

Brieta jumped into her car and sped off to her apartment where she changed into her tomboy look of denim shirt, top, jacket and cap. She checked she had her passport in the name of Sandra Imogen West as well as her documents from the UK's SRR & her secondment to the CIA.

She made contact on her scrambler with the CIA and explained what had happened but they already knew. "I'm sorry to say Agent Grant couldn't get to you" the voice said "he was delayed at the airfield."

"Then who the fuck was the guy who fought alongside me?" She asked. In all her years this was the first time she had ever taken anything for granted and it could have been fatal.

"Be careful Agent Strong" came the reply "he could be with the Russkies. What do you want to do?"

"I still need to get to Canada and if this guy is with the Russians he'll have to be taken out. Do I have authority to kill?" She asked thinking that it would be a wicked waste to kill a fit guy like that but needs must.

"Until you return to British soil and are debriefed by your regiment Agent Strong you are still assigned to the CIA and we will cover and authorise anything you have to do." Brieta signed off and switched off her phone. Grabbing her packed bags she ran down to her car and drove to her rendezvous.

The stranger met her and tossed his bags into her car before climbing in besides her. Noticing his vehicle she tried to show normality by cracking a joke. "Back in England Sky TV shows reruns of an old American Cop series called Colombo. Your car reminds me of his." They both laughed and Brieta took the back winding route until she came across an industrial estate waiting demolition.

"This is where we swap cars" she said and waiting for them was red Quashki Sport. As they got out of the car she let the stranger go in front of her before drawing her pistol. "I wouldn't go any further if I were you!" She saw him turn before saying slowly "Now carefully remove your gun and throw it down and without making any false moves come towards me."

As the stranger came towards her she turned him round against an wall and frisked him. Finding two more guns she took them out and threw them on the ground. "Now face me" she demanded. After he turned she said "If it wasn't for the fact that we fought alongside each other earlier you would be lying in a pool of blood by now. I have CIA authority to shoot you in cold blood. I've done it before and I'll willingly do it again!" She moved forward "My work is sanctioned by the CIA here, MI6 back home and the the FSB in Russia. We've all got a stake in this and they don't care who dies."

Turning round again she said "Hands behind your back!" He immediately obeyed and with her free hand she cuffed him. "Now turn round!" He obeyed in silence while Brieta moved forward and stared at him eyeball to eyeball "Who the fuck are you? And why did you want to see me at the club?" Still silence so she added "I suggest you think before you reply. Your life may depend upon it!" She held the barrel to his forehead.

 

[Elvenoff1]

The moment that Brieta took a long winding route Tom knew she was contacted and found out that he wasn''t her escort. His inner battle was a ferocious one, for his training said pull your gun and shoot her in the head, his other part, the one that assassins isn't suppose to listen too said if you really attracted to her and you wish to have a chance with her then this is where trust has to be earned. He was attracted to her for she had everything he would want in a woman. His head dropped a little in thought as he looked at the awesome dashboard, then he seen her class ring hanging on a chain off the rearview mirror, it's small gold band speckled with elegant emerald gem in the center of it made him try and picture what she looked like back in high school. He bet against himself that she was the home coming Queen.

He tilted his head a little so that he could look at her. His heart was pounding in his ears as he caressed her beauty into his mind. His thoughts of how much they could enjoy each other with the skill that they possessed there was so much they could do in the private sector that would escalated to a perfect relationship.

'What the fuck am I doing!' Tom's training fights back. He knows if he doesn't kill her the corp would hire more assassins and send them to kill both of them. There would be no relationship just constant running and looking of the shoulders.... Just Kill her, claim the money and then just go find a hot whore and this will pass.' His training yelled trying to break the heart hold grip on his balls. Besides she just might pull her weapon and kill you, so grow a bass pair and kill her!' Tom shook his head and decided...

The car came to a rest at an abandoned Intestinal factory of some sort. When she told him that they were going to switch vehicles he knew the real reason why they were at an empty factory way out from any residential or active Industrial areas. No witness to the shooting.. His decision that he made earlier still stood.

He got out of the car and began walking toward the factory. He gritted his teeth waiting for the blackness to claim him. He took a deep breath and smiled when her voice came over his shoulder instead of a bullet. He exhaled the deep breath that he took and waited for the next command. Which came very quickly.

Tom looked at her for a few moments, then complied and tossed the weapon down on the ground and walked toward her. His eyes glued to hers in a calculating stare. He got within a arms length before she turned him around and pushed him up against the wall. He had so many moves that could have taken her down or even disarmed her, but his decision remained the same.

His two back up weapons joined his primary as she did a through job frisking him. He slowly turned to face her as she wanted, his gaze locked onto her eyes. A smile upon his face. When she informed him of all the law enforcement right to kill bull shit he had to bite his lip from laughing. That laugh stopped she told him to turn around and the cuffs came on his wrist. Sweet a Kinky girl that made her value go up with him. But that homey feeling he had stopped when the barrel of her weapon was to his head.

He looked into her eyes with that coldness that made him one hell of an assassin. He wasn't scared of dying, he just would regret not having the opportunity to bed this one. He took a deep breath. “Before I answer you Brieta, I want you to think about how many times I could have killed you. I could have shot you in the bar instead of fighting at your side. I could have shot you from two blocks away when you pulled up to the club to get me. I could have shot you in the car while you were driving. With all that said I was hired by SYN to kill you. But as you can see I didn't and don't ask me why I didn't for I'm still working on that.”

Then Tom seen the glitter on the roof top.. “GET DOWN!” He shoulder butted her body as a hole appeared in the wall at the height of her head! Multiple rounds now sputtered around them on the ground.. “Sniper at one o'clock! Don't know where the other one is!” Tom yelled as he was scrambling back toward the car for cover...

 

[HSG1489]

Brieta had heard a lot of bull shit before but something told her this guy was telling the truth, or she wanted to believe he wasn't lying. She planned to call her contact and tell him about this. They needed a contact in SYN, they particularly wanted to target this Nikita Boykov and remove her from the picture. Maybe they could find out what SYN were paying this hit man, offer him double and work together.

All thoughts ended the moment he shouted "GET DOWN!" And pushed her out of the way just as a bullet missed her head my millimetres. Brieta immediately returned fire and there was a cry from the roof as one would be assassin fell to his death. But there were at least two possibly four more up there. Rolling over she undid the cuffs on the stranger and threw him a gun. "Seems we're going to fight together again" she cried as she shot another gunman.

As he fell she heard her partner open up twice killing two more. "SHOT!" She shouted out to him "I'm impressed." It fell silent for a while and they covered each other as they made their way to the car. Brieta put a finger to her mouth and said "I think there's one more. Woman's intuition!" Turning she saw a woman pointing a gun at her partner. Pushing him out of the way she shot her through the heart. After she fell she looked at her corpse "Don't like that hat" she joked as she looked at her new fighting partner.

Getting back to the car she bundled him in, started and sped off. "We never did change vehicles did we?" She said as she swerved to avoid an oncoming saloon and rejoined the motorway. On her radio she shouted "THE QUEEN IS UNDER FIRE! CODE 451 GRID 14." Turning to her passenger "This place will be swarming with agents in minutes."

Further on she scared the life out of a newspaper deliverer by nearly forcing him off the road and then parked up in a car park. Several cars opened and agents came from from all angles, several of them pointing guns at her partner. Brieta shouted "I can vouch for him. He's kosher!" Turning she held out her hand "Sandi West is dead. I'm Brieta Strong. You are?"

 

[Elvenoff1]

The rounds podded the ground all around Thomas while rolling toward the car .. “Fucking Christ!” Tom screamed out while he was combat rolling towards the car, it felt like he was back in Bosnia and the damn machine gun nest found his snipper position and began to cut down the trees and mow the grass with thousands of rounds, he came to a rest at the hub of the wheel. His gaze shifted to find Brieta, a wave of relief flowed over him as she rolled next to him, quickly deciding to remove the cuffs for they fell to the ground and a weapon was being put into his hands, as her words seeped into his sense of hearing. “I would rather just have a nice quiet dinner with some wine and soft music!” He voiced back at her while she was sharing some hot lead with one of the assassins. Tom shot up over the hood and fired off a few rounds at one of the men that was raising his head at the very wrong time. A nice red spray filled the air as the man's eyes crossed over and rolled off the roof.

The bullets was doing one hell of a job on her nice car! “I bet you wished we were in my Colombo Truck!” Tom mouthed off as he was playing with his second assassin by making him play the hot tin roof dance before the man jigged instead of joked and ended Tom's playtime. The showering of bullets came to an end but Brieta was addumint about there was more. Tom rolled his eyes at her statement until she pushed him down and plastered some poor chick in the heart and made a joking statement. “I'll let you pick out the hat I wear on a daily bases.” He chuckled lightly to her. “Btw thanks for the save.” He playfully punched her shoulder.

His eye arched over his eye... “This was never about switiching vehicles.' He eyeballed her. “This was about you wanting to put a bullet in my head for you have no idea who I was and you wanted answers. Answers that I bet you still want.” He looked at her in a more serious nature. “Which I will give you those answers if you have dinner with me.” He shifted in the seat so he could look directly at her. “Chew on it for a moment then let me know.” He tome was calm and collected.

A slight 'OH SHIT!” came to his face when she played chicken with another vechile. He shot his gaze back at her but remained speechless. But the arch of his brow was not on her driving skill, but at the way she screamed at the dashboard intercom. 'Queen?' his mind asked and his inner voice came back a dillosional moment of grandur!' he nodded to himself. Then her statement of swarms of agents really didin't make him feel better at all, for even if he didnt kill her. He has killed numerous agents in the past.. This wasn't going to be fun at all! He hissed to himself.

Tom wasn't a religious man, but he was saying his prayers for him and that poor mailman. “Would you want me to drive?” He replied but then realized she was already parking the car, which was just as bad as her driving when the area filled with armed, pointing their weapons at him. “Ummm I'm …. “ She cut his words off by giving them the he is cool words. He smiled at them and wanted to wave at them but fingered that would be a little insulting to the Agencies swat members.

Tom took her hand in to his and admired her firm grip, but loved the feel of her velvet hand. “Hello Brieta Stong. Thomas Kane. It's a pleasure. So Brieta, May I ask what is next on your list? Dinner possibly?” He wasnt going to give up on that angle... He smiled to her and got serious. “We do need to talk, but not here.. Someplace enclosed and secured.” He knew whom was after them, and it was only going to get worse ..

MEANWHILE:

AOD picked up the phone and grunted. “When did this happen?” His voice was cold. “I told you that a bunch of wantabe bad asses would screw this up. Now Kane and this agent chick have a heads up that you want them dead. I told you this would happen. Kane isnt a fool he knows that you will send me and my team in and he will take her and run.. They will go under the radar and you will expect me to find him in a few days.. well that isnt going to happen and I would beef up your security for they might just decided to come after you all..” H e laughed and hung up the phoen.. “Okay Boys.. It's time to earn our pay .. It's hunting time..” A light cheer come from the boys as they got up and began to gather the equipment up..

 

[HSG1489]

"Yes, let's have dinner" Brieta smiled "I know just the place" and with those words she started the car, put it into reverse spun round and sped off smiling inwardly at the frightened expression on Tom's face.

They came to a large hotel where she nearly ran over the valet car park attendant in his red vest and black trousers. "Right. Let's go" she shouted as she handed the keys to the attendant. Grabbing Tom's hand she led him up the stairs into the foyer where security moved towards them. "Darling" she said pulling Tom into a passionate kiss "we've finally got our night together" she kissed him hard and sexually hoping it showed excitement knowing she didn't have to act this part. Breaking the kiss she looked at the security man and said "Our honeymoon has been delayed for two weeks. I hope you have a room that's better than that shit heap you have in your Seatle hotel." It was obviously a password. She added "We're going on a cruise to the Big Three."

The security man replied "Only an emergency room with thick walls. Will that do?" And with that he beckoned them forward into an office where Brieta showed her identity card. "Yes Ma'm. I'll escort you and ... " he looked at Tom "and ..."

"Just get us down there and call HQ. Tell them I've got a present for them. And while we're waiting get us some dinner. He's starving!" she looked at Tom and gave him a sarcastic smile. The two of them were ushered towards a lift and taken down into the basement where they were sat down at a table while a buffet meal was soon served. Looking at Tom Brieta said " You wanted dinner so Bon appetite!"

After about half an hour two men entered the room and sat with them. The first an American said "Agent Strong, we thought you'd got homesick. Couldn't bare to leave us?"

Brieta smiled and said "Couldn't tear myself away especially from my new friend. This is ..."

The second man, obviously Russian said "Tom Kane. He's on a hundred thousand to eliminate you."

Brieta smiled grimly "I'm worth a hundred grand?"

"You've killed too many people" the American said "the syndicate wants revenge so they hired the best. The VERY best" he looked at Tom "he's as good as you, maybe even better which is why we're prepared to make a deal with him." He took an envelope out of his pocket and passed it to Tom "Here's your hundred grand. There's another waiting for you on completion. Unless Agent Strong wants you shot tonight."

The Russian took out two photographs one of a woman the other of an Arabic looking man. Pointing to the woman he said "This is Nikita Boykov" he looked at Brieta "you killed her father and she wants revenge. She's made it personal and that's her weakness, and why she was willing to pay Kane so much." He pointed to the Arab looking man "This is Mohammed Khar, her lover. He is a Nuclear Scientist from Iraq totally mercenary who is willing to pay the syndicate millions to get his hands on enriched uranium. He'll then triple what he's paid and sell it on to the various extremists around the world. If he succeeds 9/11 will look like a child's birthday party. We know they plan a coordinated attack on Moscow, Washington, London, Belin, Paris. We don't know where he is right now but we do know we can use Boykov to get to him."

The American looked at Brieta "And you have a choice. You can still decide to go home and if you do we'll take Kane outside and kill him now. Or you can be the bait. In which case Kane and you will work together and he will be your body guard."

Brieta looked at Tom and teased "I thank you for your offer but I want to go home. And I'm sure you can do this without me". Then she smiled "There again if these bastards succeed there won't be a London to go home to. And my cat lives there, can't let them damage my pussy can we Tommy old boy?"

To which the Russian said "In which case you'll have to spend days, weeks, months together because we hear the 'Angel of Death' is already on your trail." The meeting ended abruptly and Brieta and Tom were taken outside, guided into a bullet proof van and driven to HQ to be given a change of clothes and weapons.

They were then ushered in to a room to meet an Australian agent known only as Jane Kirk. She addressed Brieta "You're our weak spot. You're so unfeminine they will be looking for a typical pommy tomboy. So I'm afraid it's skirts, tops, dresses." Brieta pulled a face "You're life depends on it and you can run and fight in them just as well as in trousers. I know, I used to be like you."

"Obviously a long long time ago" Brieta responded with her sarcasm "was Hitler fooled by it?"

Ignoring the jibe Kirk continued handing over a British passport "You are now Fiona Clarke. You've run away from your oppressive Catholic family to be with your American boyfriend Dave Moon." She handed Tom a passport. "You're on your own but you will be under as much protection as the three agencies can give you." They were both given new smart phones and sent to separate rooms to change. Brieta emerged in a bright red mini dress and red stilettos and she saw Tom's eyes stick out like organ stops.

Given a new Quaski saloon they were told they were on their own until contacted but they were to dial 000 in emergency. Kirk said to Tom "We want you both in one piece. You better drive Agent Kane, you're one of us now." Brieta poked her tongue out, threw her case into the boot and jumped into the passenger's seat.

As soon as Tom got in to the driver's position she turned and said "So I was worth a hundred grand. Fuck me!"

 

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Tom's smile was short lived as once again she was driving like she was wearing horse blinders as the poor valet attendant had to dive into the flower bedding to avoid from becoming a live hood ordinate. The poor man looked at her like she was nuts but only shook his head at her when she handed him the keys as if nothing was wrong. Tom only nodded at the dude fully understanding he look on his face.

DARLING! Was the only thing that Tom heard when he felt her soft, warm lips pressing against his, her warm tongue danced with his as he returned the passionate kiss. His head was spinning from in all directions for this just sent him over the that edge of a paradox that was no longer a paradox it was the hook, line, and sinker for him. Her words made him wish that it was a night for them to celebrate a honeymoon type night but something told him otherwise. When she returned her lips to him it was more passionate than the last kiss as she explored him deeper and longer. He returned the kiss as he took the opportunity to put his hands upon her tight ass and give them sweet cheeks a fondling squeeze.

He nodded to the security guard as she went off on a long and dreary pass-code. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from busting out laughing, however the next words spoken made him lose a few gargles of laughter before he regained his composure.. Thick walls huh .. Tom shook his head at this pup and clown exchange that was obvious this was the CIA's top level security and below this nice operating Hotel was the terminus station of one of their facilities.

Tom looked at the room and its basic military idealism that dark colors makes bad guys feel better and be more cooperative, which was a shit load of bullshit but hey they paid for the fucking paint job not him, nonetheless he lost his care about the color when the food was placed before him. It was the same food they served up top so it was actually smelling very pleasant and tasted extraordinary.

Then Andy and Barney five walked into the room and his eyes shifted from Brieta's breasts to the two men with a quick look back to her breasts. “My god these guys have to get up to date on their greeting of a fellow agent!' Tom just wanted to cry out in dismal pain from their simplicity, which faded as the man finished Brieta's statement of whom he was. He looked at the man in a new serious light when the man went forward with whom he was and even the opening cost of the assassination.

Tom was going to correct him and tell him that when it was changed to a up close and personal it went up another hundred grand but when Brita got this grim look on her face of the price Tomas wanted to tell her she was worth a quarter of a million to the corp but she was priceless to him. He took a deep breath once more trying to push this burning down in his groin away but it just wasn't happening.

Tom's brow arched when the agent slide the package over to him and informed him about it's contents and then went to say that this was only a partial payment if he would accept the terms of their deal which has yet been told to him. He was curious to why the great CIA and the KGB whom are sworn enemies are now here holding hands and willing to offer him money on a deal..something smelled rotten in Denmark as they say...

Tom's gaze hardened when his eyes fell upon the two pictures and was told that the Russian Female was the one that hired Tom, not the company. Tom's face paled for that wasn't very good news. If these people were up to what Mr. agent man was saying then Syndicate was going to get nervous and have them all dealt with. “FUCK ME!” Tom stood up and walked away from the table. He was just turned into a fucking agent. “Let me guess this is the fucking deal!” Tom hissed but when his gaze looked at Brieta and her comment of wanting to go home but she had that shit eating grin on her face which made him shake his head, however her next words caught his attention about not wanting her pussy damaged. Tom's face lit up and he smiled.. “Hell no we don't want your pussy to get damaged.” The sexual toss was given regardless of the stiffs that were in the same room with them.

He smiled when Agent Kirk began tearing down that Tomboy shell and forcing her to become a lady that was getting Tom warm down stairs as he was picturing her in all this sexy attire. But that was shot down when Agent Kirk but the image of her in his mind that almost made him toss his meal he had.. He desperately tried to get back to the image of Brieta back but no use the mood was gone.

Tom bit back a another rude wanting to laugh at the comical wittiness of Brieta but she made one mistake you don't piss off the girls from the down under for that was just asking for a quick smack across the choppers and a quick payback. But Jane was very cool and experienced that the phase didn't even slow her down when she went into their created back ground and the game plan as far as the agencies were concerned. Tom looked at her for a long moment and shook his head as their sly, hand of handling came to him. It wasn't really all about this Boykov or this Khar it was about drawing out the Syndicate as well. This was starting to look very lethal and in that mood Tom became serious and listened to the lifeline that the agencies were throwing to them before they were tossed out into the ocean.. He paled upon hearing about AOD, that was a name they didn't have to tell him. “Thanks!” Tom had to say as they were taken out of the room and taken to a armored van.

Tom changed his clothes checked the top quality of weapons that were given to them and walked back outside when his eyes fell upon her. She was gorgeous and even his cock agreed as it was instantly hard as a rock. 'fuck me' she was more gorgeous no matter what the hell she wore or didn't wear. His mind popped up the image of her at the strip joint.

Tom looked at Agent Kane when she handed him the keys and nodded his thanks to her. He was now safe for at least a few hours till she took over the keys once more. Her words that came to him when he got in brought a smile to his face... “No he was so so wrong.. it was only a thousand, his report must have been a typo!” Tom had that shit eating grin on his face .. “It was actually a quarter of a million.” He gave he a serious look as he pulled out and got onto the highway.

“Well, this is what gets me.. Boykov knows your an agent and wants you dead anyway, but the brains of the agencies gave us an undercover ID and still wants us to bait Boykov.. I say we keep the ID's to get away from the Syndicate after we deal with BoyKov and her boyfriend. See , this is two missions that they tried to merge into one nice neat package. We have the BoyKov mission to stop, then they know the Syndicate will be coming after us and BoyKov for they don't want that nuke shit destroying their business.. So we are so fucked!” Tom looked at her and that loss of hope faded as her beauty melted the worry away. “Then again we work really well together..” He smiled at her.. “I say we just hit some of the more upper classed nightclubs looking for leads on a very wealthy Russian with an attitude and good looks.” He pushed the other sexy woman challenge to her...

“There is a really nice club-Casino-hotel named the towers that Boykov would or all ready have went too. It would be a start to see what we can find. We can also use some of her fathers business activities that may lead us to her as she pulls money from these places to fund her Boyfriends endeavors.” Tom tossed out his plan, but waited for her for this was he expertise.. not his..

 

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Brieta sat in the passenger seat keeping her eyes open but also positioning herself in ways that teased Tom in as many ways as she could, she loved teasing men. She moved her legs so the hem of her dress rose, ensured the top two buttons of the top exposed her cleavage and liked her lips whenever they stopped at lights. On more than one occasion she tried her little girl lost act. “You're going to get me lost aren't you Tommy Boy, I hate being lost it frightens me.”

It was when he started talking about high class night clubs that she took an interest and tried to show she was paying attention by smiling and nodding and giving an exaggerated sarcastic thumbs up. All very British and she had won many battles by playing the ‘sexy blonde card’ and it normally worked. But this guy was tough, tougher than any she’d faced before because her charms weren’t working. She’d have to offer him something!

By now night was falling and they had to plan their first night on the road. They were both tired and she remembered a way to a man’s heart was his stomach and maybe if they stopped for the night and ate in the morning she could get those car keys off him. They had over $5,000 on their issued debit cards and all they needed to do for more was send a text so money was no object. They came to a well known motel and decided to stop for the night. Already Brieta was planning the sleeping arrangements and they didn't include Tom and her sharing. Not yet anyway.

Tom pulled in, parked up and they made their way to the entrance. The greeter asked if they wanted a table, a room for the night or both. Brieta played the innocent girl card and turned to Tom and said “I am tired Cuz and its late. Maybe we should book a couple of rooms”. She turned to the greeter “I've just arrived from England to go and visit my American aunt, his mum. My cousin here picked me up at the airport but we've still got over three hundred miles.” She turned back to Tom “Come on Cuz, you don't want me to get jet lag do you? You won't like me when I’m jet lagged.” Addressing the greeter she said “We’ll take separate rooms. I'm told he snores!” Once they were shown their rooms and their cases were taken through they separated to wash and change. Brieta changed into a white innocent looking top, black mini skirt and contrasting white stilettos.

She knocked on Tom’s door and he opened. Going in she sat down, and withdrew her British issue scrambler. When Tom looked at it she said “Only good girls get these.” Linking it to her smart phone she checked in and reported their location. She signed off with the words “Virgin Widow Out.”

She turned to Tom “That's my code name with the SRR back home, and now the CIA recognise it too”. They both laughed but then she added “It came from the way I hunt my prey. I get alongside them, tease them, get them to fall in love with me but then act like the black widow spider who after mating kills her mate. Only they don't get that far. Or haven't yet. I play the innocent English Virgin who finally melts and is ready to be deflowered by this handsome hunk. But I kill them before they can bed me, hence ‘The Virgin Widow’. That's how I killed that Boykov bastard, dirty old man old enough to be my grandfather.” She then issued something like a challenge to Tom as she showed her cleavage “You could say I’m a professional virgin.”

Licking her lips she arranged her skirt to show her stocking tops(she hated tights) and said “Let's go for dinner, I'm hungry.” And she winked.

 

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Tom did his best to keep his mind on the mission and the road, but she was making it so fucking hard to do. His eyes kept drifting down and over to her form so many times that he was driving like her, twice he found himself over the yellow line just to the the oncoming car pound on their horn for him to pay the fuck attention to the road not the hot broad in the passenger seat. Sweat was pouring down his face as the internal battle was one of a living hell status. He kept on thinking of the most gross shit he could to keep his internal temperature down, along with his member that hung between his legs. He shifted several times to get her out of his peripheral vision but she just moved to keep herself in his view. 'Damn Paradox!' he muttered under his breath as once again a horn blasted and he had to jerk the car over back into his lane.

He was the most happiest man on the planet when the motel was in front of him and he was pulling into the parking space but damn her breasts looked good and he misjudged where he was at in the space as the car smashed into the safety buffer at the front of the space. He was jolted forward and smashed into the steering wheel. He cursed as he shoved the gear into park and shot a look at her. Her devilish smile melted him right there and he didn't say a word to her. 'Damn Paradox!” he cursed once more under his breath while his eyes was watching her walk and that damn sign jumped right into his path as he walked right into it. He stopped and lowered his head for a moment trying to find that tranquility of mind over body but that shit wasn't working with her looking like that!

Tom's brow rose above his brown orb as she was talking to the greeter blowing his mind away with her looks and the bull shit story that he must have accepted for he was shaking his head in a yes fashion, but then again he could have been watching her breasts bouncing up and down as she was talking with that sweet accent that just melted most American men to nothing but blubbering idiots as this man was obviously getting close too. For he stuttered for them to follow him to their rooms. Tom shook his head for this man would be out of her effect in just a few moments but Tom was going to be in her effect for months or even years. His cock is going to be so fucking sore from self gratification he won't be able to walk more than ten feet before he has to stop and take a break from the rubbing pain.

Tom tipped the man and seen the look of relief on his face as he turned away from her. 'Lucky asshole' Tom muttered under his breath as he made sure she was settled and okay in her room, then he was blessed to be out of her effect. A smile on his face as he walked into his room, took his clothes off and turned only the cold water on and got in! By the time his cock was at rest he was shivering from the cold.. He turned on the hot and finished taking a much needed shower.

He put on just a simple blue jeans and a plain black tee shirt. “Now this was the life!” he muttered as he felt very comfortable and casual. His head lowered as the knock came to his door. His hopes of being comfortable came to an end when he opened the door and seen what she was wearing. 'Fuck!' he muttered to himself as there goes the effect of her once again upon him. He turned just to see sit down and pull out a nice scrambler. Her words made him laugh. “So how did you end up with it then?” he mused jokingly to her.

His brow arched again as she signed out with a oxymoron code name. She explained how she got it but he was way ahead of her but let her explain it to him for he too was watching her breasts rise and fall as she talked to him. He smiled at her when she ended the statement of her self claiming professional virgin title. “Yes, well I have to agree that your codename fits your lethality well.” He moved over to the bed and took a seat, just in time to see her licking her lips. 'Jesus! How in the hell am I suppose to work with her in this state!' he turned and shifted himself making it as comfortable as possible.

“Yes, I'm hungry too.” he said to her but added to the statement in his mind..'more ways than one!' He moved over to her and offered his hand and lightly pulled her up when she took it. “I know of a few places that we can go.” He picked up the black leather jacket and opened the door for her. “Shall we mate!” He just had to do it, even if it did end up with him getting a slap. He loved the Brits and always wished he was born over there for he loved the accent. So his mimic wasn't a hit upon her but one of admiration. He followed her out the door and rolled his eyes at a poor attempt to be funny.

The place was Chinese and the smell was making his stomach rumble as they were pulling up to the restaurant. He looked over at her to see if she approved of the place. Her smile once again melted him but also showed that she approved. He was pleased for he loved Chinese food and the thought of it seemed to quench the hunger pain that he was experiencing.

He opened the door for her and helped her out of the car. His hand moved to the small of her back as he walked her into the establishment. Several eyes of men shot her way as they walked up to the hostess. “Hi, Seating for two please. May I request a corner table.” He added he wanted everyone in front of him not behind him. It was a habit that he formed over the years of paying the piper to many cases of him losing the initiative for they came from behind him. Not anymore, now his weakness was walking next to him. He loved the way her back was taunt and he could feel her muscles being active as she walked with him. 'Damn she was a lethal weapon with just the way she walked.' His eyes meet the stares of the men and they turned away quickly. He was already jealous of any man whom looked at her more than a few seconds and then they got his move your eyes or die glare.

He let her slide into the booth first before sitting down and thinking the hostess as she gave them their menus. He put it down for allowing her to order for them. He was busy keeping his eyes scanning over the men whom continued to glance her way but shifted about when they saw him staring at them. He was a bull dog watching over his prize at least he was hoping one day that he could call her his. He swallowed hard when she was moving about and brushed up against him. He turned and looked he with a smile. “Have you decided what we want for dinner this evening. He was deferring to her taste. Plus he wanted to feel her mind thinking of him when she ordered for him, it seemed to turn him on even more if that was possible.

He smiled when she informed the waitress of what they wanted this evening her British accent was making his blood boil. He looked at her when the waitress walked away. “So do you have any family over here or are they all over in England?” he asked for that was one thing that SYN and this AOD would go after to lure them out into the open. He was sure that MI or the CIA would have them protected but he has killed many people that was supposed to be protected by them. He was hoping that she took care of that for if not he was going to suggest that they both take care of it before digging to hard into this case. He looked at her for a few moments. “Are they safe?” the look on his face explained his concern..

 

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"Shall we mate?" Tom teased as they left his room causing Brieta to giggle internally. She'd lost count of how many men had tried unsuccessfully to bed her, it was part of the game but never had anyone stated his desire so bluntly. She had to admire his guts for saying what he wanted out loud.

“Cheeky Bastard!” She joked “I've killed men for even thinking that!” Then she added “I've told you I'm a professional virgin, when I've finished with the army I want to become a nun!” They went down to the car where she observed the mark on the bumper caused by Tom’s driving “That's our new car. You better let me drive” she knew she’d never win that one but it was worth a try. Tom just ignored her and she gave a shrug and got into the passenger seat showing as much leg as she could. Noticing Tom’s eyes narrow she countered “That's why I prefer boy’s clothes. I've never got used to dresses. My Mum swears I was a man in my previous life.”

They drove to Mr Wong’s Chinese Restaurant and after Brieta confirmed she enjoyed Chinese food they entered and Tom asked for a corner table. Walking as sexually as she could to torment her poor partner Brieta noticed some of the other men giving her the eye. Unable to resist the tease she smiled at them, winked and even pouted at one elderly man while his wife was struggling with a king prawn. She had to laugh at how Tom tried to glare and warn them off like a dog guarding his bone.

Sitting opposite him she ensured her cleavage was on view as she examined the menu. She ordered a pancake roll to start and sweet and sour prawn with special fried rice and deluxe chow mien as their main. Looking at Tom she said “If I was back home in jeans and T shirt I'd have ordered a pint of bitter. But I suppose I better be a lady” so she ordered sparkling water. They were both on duty and had to keep a clear head.

When asked about her life back home she told him her parents had been relocated and given a new life as had her sister. It was never easy being in the SRR as it meant life changing decisions had to be made. Of course her loved ones were protected and as far as humanly possible secure. As they were eating she began to explain how she had been recruited “I'm not just a dumb blonde, although I play that sometimes, it's my defence mechanism. I got my degree in electronic engineering and while I was at University I needed some extra money so I joined the Army Reserve, the T.A. On graduating I joined the regulars and got posted to Afghanistan. I'm fluent in Farsi, Arabic, Russian and French with a little bit of German.” She laughed “And my English is ok too!” She went on “As we captured more and more Taliban and as the Afghans speak Farsi I got involved in translation, monitoring the radio and the internet. It was at that time I was returned to the UK, had to pretend to convert to Islam and then returned to Kabul and infiltrated until the fanatics switched to Yemen”. She saw Tom understood a little more about her. “I returned home to England and within a month I was sent on a special survival course in preparation for a trip to Yemen. I never got there because that’s when I was called in to HQ, met members of the CIA and the Russian FSB and the rest is history. Of course Brieta Strong isn’t my real name. Strong is the surname they gave me because I won endurance competition in the TA, even beating the men. And as I’ve always been fascinated by Boadicea I took the name of her right hand woman Brieta. ‘Brieta’ is Celtic for ‘Strong’ so I’m ‘Strong Strong or Extra Strong’” she giggled. By now they had finished eating and were looking at desserts and Brieta said “That’s my story in a nutshell. What’s yours?”

Before Tom could answer the TV which had been on in the background suddenly showed a photograph of a burnt out car. Brieta recognised it and whispered “That’s my car!”

The voice over said “The couple who’s bodies were found in this burnt out car have been named as American Tom Kane and his English lover Brieta Strong. The pictures are too graphic to show on television but police have confirmed they are not looking for anyone else in connection with this tragedy.”

“I liked that car!” Brieta said “they didn’t have to do that to it. Bloody Americans!” By now their dessert had arrived and they relaxed and enjoyed that. Finally the time for departure arrived and after paying the bill on their card they stood up and Brieta noticed a couple at the table by the exit she recognised from the CIA ‘hotel’. She grabbed Tom’s hand smiled lovingly at him. “Pretend we’re lovers” she whispered. She grabbed him into a kiss and pulled him towards her before saying in a stage whisper “Thank you for that lovely meal Darling. When we’re back in our room I’ll show you just how grateful I am.” As she manoeuvred she touched her watch to photograph the people she recognised. Still holding Tom she opened his lips with her tongue while moving her left hand into his trouser pocket to try to get the car keys.

 

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Eyes rolled, Snicker pushed back and swallowed, head slightly shaking. You would think that someone just stoled her gold, billion dollar diamond studded necklace the way she was raving mad! But hell no! It was over a car! Then she clobbers the Amerians form whom just cleaned their slate of everything. Tom was smiling for they just gave him a clean slate which was filled with over one hundred and seventy five counts of murder, a little under half of those were undercover or investigative agents from the varous agencies of the world. That smile faded quickly as that little voice told him that if the law enforcement agenies wanted him, they didn't need arrest warrents, evidence of any caliber, all they needed was a clear line of fire and the words take him out! He pushed that thought to the back of his head quickly for they were not the only ones that could end this life quickly. He had to start getting serious and be more alert for Syn was coming and they play for keeps.

The desert was a good pic-me-up for Tom while he looked at her. She was a gorgeous woman and obviosly an excellent agent, but she had this care free way about her that at times scared him. SYN wasnt a bunch of pushover off the street hired bums, they were ex-millitary, ex-agents and cops whom wanted more money in their pockets than what the city paid them. The men that they have dealt with was a bunch of thugs that Nikita has hired to take out this Chick. She was that pissed and wanted the job done quickly, hence why the thugs for Thomas wasn't getting it done quick.

She looked up at him and he to her when they finished their desert. The look between them told each other that the play time was over and it was time to get serious. Kain wished he had a mirror so he could tell himself Yeah Right! For he wantted to see the expression upon his face. He stepped to the side and was walking slightly behind her. His eyes were on the crowd and the doorway, but what he didn't expect from her was the quick grab of his hand the the loving look on her face her lipsink told him to act as if they were lovers.

Her hand shot up like a bolt of lightening and pulled him into a kiss. Her words rolled over her lips of showing him how much she apprecialted the meal. He played along. "Only the best for my love." His hand moving to her waist in a loving way, but his look changed when he felt her hand slinking down into his pocket. He had to look away for the only thing she was going to be touching is his thick cock for he was right handed and the keys were in his right pocket. "Love! Not here .." He had that shit eating grin as for he was serious! "What your looking for is in this pocket. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys and jinglinged them in front of her. Teasing her.

He cursed when that damn speed of hers yanked them from his hand. Her smile was more like a dagger that said 'try it and see what happens' He sighed and shook his head.. He needed to invest in a blind fold for he was going to spend alot of time in the car with her and he didnt feel like aging fifty years by her driving skill. He smiled at her and shook his head then gestured to the door with his hand. He took a few moments to look at the couple then to the several tables around them before he walked out. He watched her smiling as she got into the car.

"We have some friends following us..Did you get a good shot at them." He seen her sligth of hand with the watch, "Miss Bond!" He chuckled. "I do hope they get better or we are in trouble." he got serous. "I dont want them following us to the Towers so make sure you lose them." he looked over at the building while she was pulling away. At least they weren't walking out as they were pulling out, but then again if they are using a radio to cordinate the following of them, it was going to get hairy. This is why he hated Law enforcement agents they had no creavity.. Well not all of them as he looked over at her, she was the exception.

He typed in the address into the GPS so she could find a round about way of getting tot he towers. "Take your time I want to see if were followed if we are lets take them to a place where we can turn on them and use force wtihout a bunch of eyes watching us." He looked over at her and the ache of putting off the towers for any lenght of time was an unpleasantry.. He had high hopes while they were there..

 

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Poor Tom could not have known that Brieta was one of the 7% of the world’s population who were naturally ambidextrous. So as soon as he teased her with the car keys she snatched them, stuck out her tongue and with her glare challenged him to even dream of trying to snatch them back.

Once in the car she put it in reverse, spun backwards and sped out of the car park. When Tom advised her to lose their possible tail she made an expression as though to put her foot down knowing it would tease him. But she knew his sensible suggestion of taking it steady to see if they were followed was right. She watched as he programmed the sat nav to give a long alternative route back to the motel and it quickly calculated it.

Once on the road Brieta said “Open my handbag, take out my scrambler and punch in code ‘VWNB2467’.” Once Tom had done that she said “Now reverse it ‘7642BNWV’.” The scrambler flashed green and orange lights and once it stopped Brieta clicked her watch and there was a sharp ring on the decoder.

Touching a button on the dashboard Brieta spoke as she drove “Virgin Widow calling Grandmama.”

An English woman answered “Grandmama here. Go ahead Virgin Widow.”

As she drove she noticed a car trailing them and recognised the driver and passenger as those she’d seen in the restaurant. Turning to Tom she said “Possible Bandit following us.” Getting back to the radio link she continued “Grandmama check photo scrambled to you. Those two were seen at Mr Wong’s. What is known of them, are they hostile?”

The voice immediately came back “Negative Virgin Widow, they are relatives from Uncle Sam offering protection.”

Brieta whispered to Tom "They're CIA." Then turning her attention to the radio she said sharply “Why the FUCK weren't we warned? Naughty Boy and I nearly took them out!”

"Kindly watch your language Virgin Widow, you’re not very lady like.”

Brieta just sprang back “Fuck off Grandmama, and in future give us warning. Virgin Widow out!” She turned to Tom “Right let’s get back to our rooms.”

Once back at the motel they collected their keys and made their way to the lift and up to their floor. “I’ll be along in a moment.” Brieta said as she went to her room and collected some equipment.

Knocking on his door she waited for Tom to open to her. Once in there she said “By the way your SRR code is ‘Naughty Boy’ because of your past.” Looking at the bed she said “If you want to join me on the bed we can get down to business.” Of course this was part of her teasing but there was a serious side to it. Again using her scrambler she tapped some codes and up came a list of night clubs. Pointing at them she said “This is a list of the last known clubs where our targets frequent and photographs of their associates.” As they looked at them Brieta continued with her sport by accidentally on purpose moving her legs in a seductive manner and letting Tom see just the lace edge of her black bra beneath her open blouse buttons.

Eventually they covered all their information and Brieta stood up. “Well Naughty Boy, it's time we went to bed.” She licked her lips “I hope you sleep well. CUZ!” She walked to the door, placed her hand on the handle and said “You wouldn't appreciate it being a man” she smiled before continuing “But there is no feeling of relief better for a woman than when at the end of a tough day you get to take your bra off. Goodnight Tommy Old Bean!” She blew a pouted kiss , turned the handle and left.

 

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Nikita Boykov raised her glass and tapped the crystal tip to the other one that was raised to meet hers, it was gasped with a strong firm hand that belonged to her Arabic lover Mohammed Khar. His cold black eyes looked hungrily into her eyes. “The plan is working better than I expected.” he smiled at her, but the look she had upon her face wasn't the one he expected. “What is it? What troubles you so?” Mohammed speaking in his broken up English. He figured she would be ecstatic with enthusiasm for they were so close in getting the uranium. “Do not fear my beloved, SYN will come through for us even if they do not realize what they are doing.” He laughed but that laughter was cut short by her glare. “You Idiot! Do you not understand that the Euro Hive of Syn is in shambles and what was left of their power has been absorbed into the western hive! They will not permit this plan of ours once they start to fine comb the information they are getting from the files of the Euro hive.” But that wasn't what had her biting nails. It was that damn Agent agent Brieta Strong, still lived! She growled as the woman's image filled her mind. Then, to really pour the fuel on the fire that Thomas Kain wasn't hunting her like she hired him to do! NO!, he was protecting her! She slammed the glass down on the table, it's contest slushing over the top and sliding down the side of the glass.

She cleared her throat when her stunned lover looked at her with some of the patrons at other tables. Her Russian nose tweaked with the realization of everyone looking at her. “Do you really wish to see me pissed off! Look away now!” She barked with that heavy Russian accent. That alone was enough to turn most heads away from her. But this hard demeanor changed when a news bulletin was broadcast across the big screens of the dinning establishment they were visiting. Her hard frown slowly turned into a smirk. “Joyous!” Her demeanor turned completely around. “Now me happy!” She took a big gulp of her champagne. “Two birds with one big money stone was worth it!” She was bubbling, Mohammed was taken back by the Dr. Jekyll-Mr Hide characteristic that he feel silent. He could not believe that these two's death was a greater joy then them getting their hands on the uranium. He did replay the reason why she wasn't happy for if the western hive did find out their plans and didn't sanction their plans, it would be hard to find any whom had the power to make this happen other than the Syndicate.

He bit his lip as his personal plan was falling apart, the only reason he linked up with this woman, besides she was a great fuck was the associates and contacts that her father had not to mention the attention of the Euro hive. But that was all falling apart with this western alliance not agreeing with the plans he had. These infidels had to be taught a lesson and the only way he could do this was to get his hands on this uranium. He had to bring in more people to either battle the western hive or find away to get to that council and help them understand that it would be in their best interest to help him. He had no idea what he was really going up against for he never directly dealt with them, but the rumors were just rumors to him, he was a man whom had to see the fact before believing in it. So far the man whom he was dealing with was getting close to this much needed element, but he had to find a way to slow down this western hive's investigation of the Euro hives business and activities.

He let this thinking process pass for the beauty that was sitting across from him was looking at him with a quizzical look. “I was just thinking of how we should celebrate you victory over the thorns that were stuck in your side.” he smoothed over that quizzical look of hers that melted into a smile. “Yes, We go dancing!” she stood up .. “Lets go to the towers!” He nodded with verbal compliment. “Very wise choice! Get taste you have my love.” He plastered her with pleasantries. They stood and moved with the hand full of escorts that were around the room protecting them.

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Tom listened to the conversation between Grandmother and Virgin Widow. He looked over at her with a slight tension in his face, but didn't say anything to her about the CIA agents and the fact that if they could see them as clear as day so could Syn and Miss Boykov's men. Tom might have watched to much TV in his lifetime, but he has lived this kind of for over ten years now and he knew that agents can be bought. What if these agents worked for Boykov, then that little rouse of them being killed was as valuable as a cup without a bottom. This face more than likely this has already passed through her mind and decided to deal with it if it happens to be true.

When they got back she excused herself for a moment while Tom went on into his room. He opened sighed with an heavy exhale. He was tired and just wanted a long decent rest. His life was all tossed and turned with so much happening in just a matter of hours it gave him a headache just thinking back over the day. The only thing that was looking good was Brieta and her wild, sexual demeanor. He smiled with the images of her that his eye caught and stored for his viewing pleasures later in the evening. He chuckled at his weakness for he has tripped over her teasing him all day long and he was going to actually get some relief from it all.

Then came the knock and there she was stunning as usual and her quirks of joining her in bed to discuss business was just another one of her teasing acts that brought unseen tears to his eyes for the ache in his loins was already intense. He looked at the pictures. He knew some of the places for he has been to them himself, none of the associates looked familiar to him but at least they had a starting point. They could make their way up the list of these people till they found the one that knew where Boykov and her lover could be found. Jane was right this was going to take months or even years to get to her. He just hoped that getting that uranium was extremely hard to do as well. He didn't know that much about it, but if they didn't have enough time to do this mission they wouldn't have put this on it.. so getting it had to be very difficult.

Tom swallowed hard when he could see her lacy bra, his mind automatically went to the dance club where he got to see her breasts but being this close and well the way she was teasing she might actually affect herself., damn he wished that would be the case. He tried to fight the growing of his arousal but it was a lost cause as his cock hardened. Fuck, he shifted to the side to conceal the fact that he had a very hard cock.

He was in tears when she spoke about them going to bed but then walked to the door and continued to tease and torture him with what she was saying. The taking off the bra put the nail in the coffin. “You know one of these days your sexual teasing men is going to get you into some trouble, for one day someone will act upon it. He knew he was being a little prick but he was already at the point of having that extreme sexual ache...

When she left he left out a sigh and headed for the shower. Turning on the cold water he stood there till the ache was gone. He thought over the pictures and some of the associates that they should go after and question. She could use that sexual teasing to get to the guys and he would use his attractiveness to get to the woman. He then wondered if Brieta could even get the girls! He smiled at that thought as he fell into his bed and allowed the night to consume him.

A few hours later Tom woke up. His cock was hard as a rock and the last thing he knew he was going down on Brieta while she was going done on Nikita. “Damn Tom!” He growled as he once again hopped into the cold shower. He wanted to get out of this mood for she would have him hot and horny within the first five minutes of seeing her this morning. He got dressed in his typical blue jeans and tee shirt. He was ready to go get their first couple on the list of associates.

He knocked on her door and waited for her to answer it..

 

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Brieta heard Tom’s teasing “You know one of these days your sexual teasing men is going to get you into some trouble, for one day someone will act upon it”. She hesitated for a moment wondering whether she should tell him the truth but thinking that might push him right over the edge she pouted and left.

Back in her room she showered and changed into her lacy nightdress. She placed her Glock handgun under her pillow and tumbled into bed. In her dreams she was back in Afghanistan working alongside her American colleague during the long walk towards the mountains and the cave network. In the distance she heard small arms fire and suddenly it was nearer than she remembered. It was no longer in her dream it was outside, she grabbed her gun, dashed out of bed and opened the door urgently to see Tom standing there. She smiled at him and showed him the gun “You nearly made a mess Naughty Boy!” She teased him by making sure he saw her skimpy night attire.

Tom made as though he would leave but she grabbed his arm and pulled him in. She saw his eyes fall on the car keys and saying nothing she grabbed them and nestled them in her cleavage. “Too late Tommy Boy!” She teased as she motioned for him to come in. “Coffee?” She asked. Tom nodded “Good, I’ll have mine black without sugar” she said teasing that she was in charge as she moved towards the bathroom to grab her dressing gown.

Putting it on she sat down as Tom handed her a cup. “Thank you so much. Have you stirred it? Five to the right seven to the left.” They exchanged a smile, this was going to be fun working with this guy, she loved the sport. Setting the scrambler they proceeded to look at the photographs and the possible locations.

Suddenly her phone rang with the Xena Warrior Princess theme. “It's Grandmama” she said looking at Tom as she answered “Hi Grandmama, Virgin Widow here.”

“Virgin Widow, can you get Naughty Boy with you?”

“He’s here Grandmama” she smiled at Tom.

The voice on the other end hesitated before it continued “Well that's your business Virgin Widow. Maybe we should change your call sign” the voice giggled “from what I hear he's quite a catch.”

“Negative” Brieta responded “he's been a very good boy.” She licked her lips teasing her partner.

The voice became serious “The CIA agents you clocked last night will be coming to your room in twenty minutes. Are you decent?”

“I'm always decent grandmama, you know I'm a good girl” Brieta replied.

“Twenty minutes Virgin Widow. And make sure Naughty Boy is with you. Grandmama out!”

Brieta looked at Tom “Well I've got to get changed, being a gentleman you’ll let me change won't you?” She grinned with a cheeky smile as she ushered him out “you can take your coffee with you.”

Tom left and Brieta showered and got changed into her light blue mini dress. When Tom returned she said “I hope they bring me some proper clothes. I hate being girly!” They were interrupted by a knock on the door and Brieta cautiously opened it while Tom gave back up. She ushered them in and sat the man and woman down.

The agents entered and turned to Tom “You have a choice. You have your money, you can leave now and we’ll escort you to the other end of the country and give you a new life. Or you can work for us. But if you do its for life. Your choice! You've got an hour to decide.” They got up to leave.

Brieta moved over to Tom and sat next to him on the bed grabbing his hand in her’s. Turning to the agents she said seductively “I'm sure I can persuade Naughty Boy to make the right choice.” The two agents shook their heads.

 

[Elvenoff1]

She must be a heavy sleeper or she was busy. Tom looked over the parking lot and spotted a Starbucks. He looked at her door once more, leaned in wondering if he could hear anything interesting, but only silence greeted his eavesdropping. He moved across the parking lot and jogged across the road. His eyes greeted a few early birds before walking into the shop. He didn't know how she took her coffee or even if she liked coffee so the order was for two medium black coffees. He looked over the parking lot while he waited. His mind drifted to her once more and found himself getting jealous as he figured maybe she went out last night and was with someone now. He bit the inside of his cheek as he sighed heavily. He now wondered if he should even disturb her.

When the coffees was handed to him his mind growled what the fuck it was one way to find out if she was with someone. He shot across the road and streamlined across the parking lot with a predetermined decision as he walked across the lot that if there was a man in her room god help him! For Tom was going to show him the error of his ways! That little conscious voice was screaming but Tom wasn't listening to the prick for he didn't care if he had the right or not, he was going to kick the dudes ass.

His footsteps were heavy with determination as he stormed up the stairs and rapped on the door with a jealous man's determination. When the door opened his eyes locked on her eyes first then traveled down. His mouth gaped open and became instantly salivated. He swallowed quickly so it wouldn't show that he was drooling for her. He fought hard, very hard put he managed to pulls his eyes up over her neck to gaze into her eyes.. Then the spell was broke when she showed him the gun and replied that he almost made a mess. He smiled but at the same time looked over her shoulder at her bed, then quickly shot a glance at the bathroom. He was so relieved that there was no guy inside that he forgot that he had coffee in his hand as he turned to leave he felt her hand on his forearm. Her eyes gestured for him to come into her room.

There was no thinking as he turned and walked into the room. His eyes instantly seen the keys and had the flash back of her driving he want to get them but she was a tad bit faster and had them in her hand. His eyes followed them and when the went between her cleavage he didn't care he looked admiring at her cleavage, her words broke his stare and he smiled at her.. he wanted to just reach up and go fishing for those keys, but her being a highly trained agent he didn't feel like being tossed across the room. So he bit his inner cheek and smiled at her.

It wasn't till she mentioned coffee that he remembered the coffee that was in his hand. He sat on the bed while she grabbed her silky wardrobe and put it on while walking toward him. He handed her the cup and nodded to her appreciation of the coffee. He still looked up and down her form for the wardrobe clung to her curves and was just more teasing to him then her attempts to do it, it must have been the fact that she wasn't trying that it made it seem so natural and wanting. He shook his head and laughed and made some off remark that this was their first morning together and it would take a few more mornings to get the right stirring combination down pat.

When the phone rang with the theme he just shook his head, this woman was just beyond words but he wouldn't trade anyone places for she was still the one that gripped his heart and prevented him from killing her. He shook his head at the though of the dreaded what if.. He was just happy that things worked out so far between them. He listened to her side of the conversation but realized it wasn't a mission update but more of a personal gossip chat or another coded conversation between her and Grandmama. He only smiled when she licked her lips and made the comment that she was always decent.

She ushered him out saying she had to change and handed him his coffee as she shut the door. He walked away for a few thinking about the people she showed him the night before. As he told her he knew some of the people and the locations. He knew the one that needed to get to was a man named Charles Branler, he was a owner of as small shipping operation that had maybe five ships that was used to transport women across the ocean. He would be very willing to get on the ban wagon with SYN if she used them as a backing for shipping uranium across the sea for he was only known to transport woman.

When she opened the door and invited him back in he gave her a nod noting her attire with a smile blue was his favorite color. Her words made him nod. “Yeah, and give me a break!” he whispered as he sat back down on the bed. His eyes once more doing what she wanted, looking her up and down admiring what she was showing him. He swallowed hard once more trying to keep himself under control but with each moment he was getting tired of fighting it.

When the knock came on the door Tom was up and had his hand on his weapon. He followed behind her ready to act if the visitor were aggressive, but it was their CIA friends. Tom was still tense as he glared at them but then noticed Brieta was relaxed as if she was expecting them, then the call from Grandmama made since now, she was informed. He relaxed, removed his hand from the weapon and took his place on the edge of the bed.

Their proposition wasn't really what he wanted but his dealings with SYN was no longer a means of financial independence so he listened and nodded when they told him he had an hour to decided. He looked at Brieta when she sat down beside him and took his hand and in that teasing voice she informed them that she could persuade him to sighing on with them. He look on the females face said it all.. Tom just sighed. But then said what the hell for when they left he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. His hand slowly pushing her backward on the bed.. He knew this was the moment that she either allowed him to continue or push him away and revel the not so sexual voyeur she displays.

He instantly shifted his gears as he pushed himself up from the bed and walked away smiling. “Well I think we should start our investigation with Charles Branler here.” He grabbed the folder that she had last night and pulled out the photo and showed her. It says here that he loves girls and can be found at the red light districts.. his favorite club was called Lacey's.” He looked up at her with a smile from ear to ear.. He loved the look on her face...

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

Dana Kirkwood

OOC Elvenoff1 and HSG1489 have kindly invited me to join their exciting Thread. I’m very grateful.

Dana Kirkwood couldn't believe what she was being asked to do now. As a girl she had always wanted to be a nurse and she achieved her dream just before her 21st birthday. By then she had already agreed to join the British Army on graduation having spent time with the cadets and the reserves.

Almost immediately after her inaugural sessions she was sent to Afghanistan where her experience in Arabic, Afghan Farsi and Russian (she was part Russian) came to the attention of NATO Rapid Response and later the Special Reconnaissance Regiment who recruited her.

On her 24th birthday she was given a very special commission which involved her being publicly discharged from the Army and branded as a common criminal. As a token offence she broke in to one of the officer’s homes and stole over £500. Once discharged she filtered down into the criminal underworld eventually being recruited by the Syndicate. She slept with various gang leaders, went on raids and finally became attached to the Western SYN in the United States. Throughout this time she was of course still linked to the SRR and seconded to the CIA. It was while she was in America that she met Mohammed Khar and Nikita Boykov. The latter was obsessed with gunning down Brieta Strong at the expense of everything else while Khar had got on the staff of Pearman Agriculture, a company that took second hand agricultural machinery to the third world. The Syndicate saw this as an opportunity to be able to ship spent uranium and other nuclear ingredients for storage and preparation for sale to terrorists groups.

Dana convinced both Boykov and Khar that there were major medical risks that needed to be planned for. Demonstrating the need for a trained nurse she traveled with them often aware that Khar was always on the lookout for a chance to bed her.

Once she was sure the first attempt to collect uranium was about to be made she contacted her American link. There she was told that two people could help her but they must not at the moment know she was working for the CIA. Those two were Brieta Strong and Tom Kane.

That night Boykov came back over the moon that Strong was ‘dead’. Dana had to find a way to disillusion her and use Brieta as bate to draw the syndicates teeth.

 

[HSG1489]

Brieta was not prepared for Tom’s assault on her body. He pulled her into a kiss and pushed her down onto the bed. She could feel the hardness of his cock pushing against her and knew she had rather brought this on herself, she had teased him, tormented him but she'd done this to so many guys in the past and got away with it. She knew if she gave the slightest hint of surrender he would take her. And this was neither the time or the place.

Before she could do anything she felt him push himself up and stand but there was no way he could hide his erection and her eyes locked on it and smiled sweetly. Adjusting her bra strap she rose and swung her legs round so she was sitting upwards. God why was she feeling so wet down there? She'd have to change her panties now!

She heard him mention this Charles Branler, the name rang a bell and switching to her professional mode she but couldn't help noticing the smile on Tom’s face. Interrupting him she said “So, I persuaded you then?” She met his challenge and added “You're still not getting those car keys though” and she poked her tongue out.

She raised the phone to her ear, tapped out some numbers and said to Tom “I've told them. They're on their way back.”

Within a few minutes the agents were back this time signing Tom to the agency after he signed the security acts. They passed him his I. D. Gave him his own scrambler and then passed him the various weapons of his trade. Tom told them about Branler and they nodded at his ingenuity. “He's probably one of the main links and you need to investigate him.” The woman agent said “We have someone on the inside and we've learned the uranium is likely to be moved by Pearman Agriculture. We’re not sure when and we don't know by whom but we do believe its imminent. Your role now is to stop that at all costs. And we mean all costs Virgin Widow!”

Brieta smiled grimly and nodded before answering “O if I have to I will but it's part of the challenge to resist. But yes if I have to I will.” She could see Tom didn't understand and she raised her hand to her nose warning him of being nosey.

“Right now” the male agent chipped in “the Syndicate thinks you're both dead. That was fine until we got news from our contact. But now we have to reel our targets in and we might have to use you two as bait.”

“What do I wear?” Brieta asked “I'm sick of girly clothes” she looked at Tom knowing he liked her looking feminine.

“We need you to be seductive, to be sexy, to be totally professional. You've got a good man as a partner and he’ll look after you. If this Branler is linked with the Syndicate you might have to seduce him. You won't do that looking a dog turd tied up in the middle!”

The woman got up, looked at Tom, shook his hand and said “Welcome to the agency Naughty Boy. You're one of us now.” She stopped and then gave him a paper “Even when you rise from the dead you will remain clear of all previous crimes in the Western World. Now, good luck!”

As the man was about to leave he turned to Tom “Any questions?”

 

[Elvenoff1]

DANA

Risa O'Neil spun around with a flare in her eye. The news was disturbing that Nikita and Mohammed was continuing to follow the disastrous activities that the Euro hive had sanctioned months ago for that activity was what brought the CIA, SVR, and NCA down hard on them which lead to the internal collapse of the Euro Hive. Now, she was told that Khar still was using SYN as his sanctioned backer. This was not possible unless some of the Euro hive section heads remained united and was continuing with this activity. She had to know what was going on, for this was all taking place here in her domain, in which was bring the unwanted attention of the world's law and intelligence agencies to focus harder upon them.

" I want that Dana Kirkwood to work this mission. I want her to link up with Boykov and Khar and find out what is going on, whom is giving them the okay to use the SYN name to further this activity. If it leads back to the Euro hive I want to know immediately." She took a deep gulp of her wine this was getting out of hand. She had to get a grip on this and Kirkwood showed promise. She had already sent AOD and his men to dispose the agent strong and the man Boykov hired for those were the two that would shed the most light on her hive. She walked over to the window wall of her downtown penthouse. "How did this get so out of hand!" She hissed She had no choice but to send Shadow out and reorganize the activities that the her hive was operating. She would allow Dana to find all the Euro hive activities that are working over here and transfer those that are strong over to her. Those that are weak she would have Dana destroy these activities.

She turned to the man that brought her the news that started this massive headache. " I will write a transcript of of what I want Dana to do I want you to make contact with her and give her this transcript. Inform her she has my complete backing on what she has to do and if she happens to catch wind of any undercover operations of the law.. She has permission to eliminate them. It was time to show the world that SYN runs this world!

"I will take your transcript to Miss Kirkwood." Came a low feminine voice. "I wish to meet this untalented woman for I could use her as one of my operatives if you allow it." Banshee spoke up. "You have sent out my assassin squad at least let me have this Dana to strengthen my circle of intelligence operatives. Your reign is growing and require more people to run and secure your assets" She continued to use logic in getting her hands on this Dana Kirkwood.

"Yes, but I wish her to find the activities of the Eruo... " Her words were cut off by Banshee , "Yes and that is what I will have my operatives and my squad do.. I wish to be put in charge of the Euro situation.. that way your hands are clean... and Shadow can get your affairs tided up .." Banshee still using logic as her leverage to get what she wanted..

"Very well Banshee, I hand over all that Euro activity over to you. You have permission to use the New York facility as your headquarters." Banshee smiled and nodded. "I shall not disappoint you Risa." Risa nodded with a smile. "I trust you.. I also know it's going to be a hard job and there will be set backs. You will not be punished for those.. Just do you best and I wont have to send AOD your way... " She smiled along with Banshee's understanding nod..

Banshee made a call to this Dana Kirkwood giving her orders of that she was suppose to do and that she was to contact her when she found out any information. She made it clear that all other SYN activities that were not Euro hive involvement was to be ignored and left alone. She informed Dana that Angel of Death and his squad was there and she was to leave them alone for AOD was Banshee's assassin team. She also added if she had the chance she was to kill Boykov and Khal as soon as she relieved them from all they knew of the Euro activities.

Mohammed called Dana when he excused himself from Nikita to use the restroom. "Darling Hello, We going to the towers I wish you to be with us for I have good news. We have a way to get some of the uranium shipped out. I also wish to see you and offer you some entertainment.” He allowed a moment of silence then continued. “Meet us at the tower casino table seven at eleven o'clock.” his accent was heavy.

TOM- Brieta

Tom acted as if nothing was wrong but his mind was reeling with the way her body felt, the softness of her lips and this time it was he that caught her off guard and it felt great. But what he didn't expect was his cock to be so damn hard in just that short period of time. He wasn't complaining, well yeah he was, for the wanted desperately to feel every inch of her body with his hands, mouth, and cock.

He had to take a deep inhale then a exhale to allow some of the sexual tension to be released. He ached for her and he couldn't deny that if anyone had asked, hell who in their right mind would deny wanting her unless they were just plain stupid. He continued to look at the picture of the man and the place he liked to hang out. Not that he was interested in that but had to give himself time to breath and push down that burning desire that kept his cock rock hard. He was at the point of telling her just how bad he wanted her for maybe if they gave in to a one night romp they could get on this job without anymore teasing or having all this sexual tension built up.

He shook his head and laughed when she told him he wasn't going to his hands on the car keys and she stuck out her tongue out at him again. When she did that I just turned him on more for she was so sexy when she did it. Not to mention that showing him that sweet looking tongue he knew what he wanted that tongue to do .. He shook his head as he felt his cock jerking to the thought of her tongue sliding down his girth. 'fuck Tom get a hold of ourself man!' he shouted at himself. But then looked at her .. “Yes, It wasn't you though.” He had to shoot her down...

Once again she got on her phone, but this time she called someone and then informed him that they were on their way. He nodded to her and took a seat on the bed. His mind was swirling seven ways but straight. Most of the swirling was his desire of wanting to grab her and continue where he pushed away from her. He had to tell her so she knew what he was doing to him, he tried the other approach and it only seemed to push her more into the tease trend.

He listened to what they had to say about their plan and he found himself once again getting jealous of her having to suduce another man to get information. He would rather just get some brass knuckles and get the information that way, but figured maybe Brieta would want to sleep with this man, but then again her teasing would more than likely make him talk for the ache would be just what Tom was feeling now..

Tom shook his head about any questions and was glad when they left. He turned to Brieta, “Well do you want to leave where we left off?” He walked toward her his eyes looking at her up and down. He put on his I'm hungry for pussy face as he walked toward her. Knowing damn well she had her pistol just inches away from her and she wouldn't hesitate to use it. He got up to her and just smiled. “Well Partner, it looks like you get to use your teasing for the good of the mission!” he smiled and showed the overweight man to her.. “I hope do enjoy seducing him.” He slightly chuckled but felt like shit for even the thought of another man touching her pissed him off.

“I think we should just go to Lacey's and scope it out and hope that something leads us in the right direction. I would hope not to waste your talent on a man whom didn't have any information to give us. “ He looked seriously disturbed with the continuing burning of the jealousy.

 

[HSG1489]

Brieta smiled sweetly when Tom suggested she use her teasing skills for the good of the mission because she could see the jealousy in his eyes. She loved it because it gave her power, it gave her the control she had learned to use in the service of her country. Maybe it was time to tell him everything. “O I shall tease, I’ll torment and I’ll seduce. Up to a point because by then, unless he's gay, I’ll have him in my power. Of course if he is gay” she giggled like an innocent schoolgirl “you'll have to seduce him instead of me!” She saw his response and joked “Want lessons?”

Suddenly she got serious. “Do you know anything about British Army regulations and women?” She pointed to the bed and signalled to him to sit down while she sat on the chair opposite so he could see her legs and the partly unbuttoned top of her dress.

She continued “Every female regular has to be on the contraceptive pill unless they are married and are actively seeking to get pregnant.” She had his attention “But in the British Army you need permission to get up the duff!” She giggled as she saw the look on his face at the thought of her getting impregnated. “The reasoning is that if we get captured and raped we won’t be given a baby. Stupid idea because the enemy aren't going to allow you take your pill every morning.” They both laughed.

“The other regulation is we have to declare we are not virgins. Again that's in case we get captured, it stops the enemy having the prize of relieving you of your innocence.” Suddenly she got serious “But for me, believe it or not although I've signed the declaration, it's become a matter of personal endurance. I've teased, I've tormented, I've even been to bed with some dirty old men like that Russian bastard Old Man Boykov but no one has actually had me yet. I've never let them fulfil their desires. I've either killed them, captured them or driven them mad. With Boykov I actually held his prick in my hand and as he closed his eyes I stabbed him through the heart. It was messy but he died with a smile on his face.”

She didn’t know if Tom believed her not so she added “One day I’ll decide who will conquer me. But until then I really am a professional Virgin. Who knows? If you’re a good boy it might even be you.” She saw he didn’t believe her so she teased “And if it is you’ll see I’ve been telling you the truth!” Looking at the photograph of Branler she said “one thing’s sure. It won’t be that fat bastard!” They both laughed.

Back to tormenting poor Tom she walked up to him, kissed him on the lips and said “Now I’ve got to wash myself, you’re attempt to rape me made my knickers wet!” She saw him harden through his trousers and said “DOWN BOY!”

Brieta went to the bathroom, washed below, changed her panties and came out to grab her bag, equipment and weapons. “I’m going to play the poor little schoolgirl who’s been bullied by her cousin so you can drive this morning.” She threw him the keys “Let’s find that fat bastard and have some fun.”

They checked out of the motel and Tom drove towards a marina near the yacht clubs where several groups were repairing boats, washing them down or getting them out of dry dock. Off to the right was a large vessel with a flag that read ‘BRANLER SHIPPING’ where a fat man was checking the engine. Tom pulled up and Brieta stormed out of the car slamming the door. “I TOLD YOU I WANT TO CROSS THE BAY! I HAVEN’T COME ALL THE WAY FROM ENGLAND FOR YOU TO DRIVE ROUND TO THE OTHER SIDE!” The shouting attracted the man and she looked at him and said “Cousins? Who’d have cousins?”

“What’s up Honey?” The guy left the boat and came down to meet her.

“O it’s just my cousin. I came all the way to America to see him and he won’t even take me out to sea for a night sailing. Now I’ve got to book someone to do it. You wouldn’t know anyone would you?”

“Well it just so happens I’ve got a small private yacht over there” he pointed “I could take you tonight if you want. I’ll be in the club house around seven thirty. Meet me there and I’ll buy you a drink and take you out.”

Brieta turned to Tom and teased “But I don’t want him tagging along. Three’s a crowd isn’t it Mr … Mr …?”

“Branler, of Branler Shipping.”

“You mean you … you own all this?”

“Sure do Ma’m” came the reply

Brieta smiled at him and said to Tom “See! I don’t need you tonight. Have a night off Cuz.” She jumped back in the car and Tom got back in. Lowering the window she shouted “7:30 Mr Branler!” And blew him a kiss before Tom drove them away.

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

Dana Kirkwood came out of the Grosvenor Club back door after another successful night for her employers. Now employed as a croupier she had helped them encourage hapless punters to gamble hundreds of thousands of dollars simply by smiling, showing cleavage simply saying “Bad luck. I'm sure you’ll get the better of me next time.” She was good at her job, but it was all a front for what the SYN really wanted from her.

She'd lost count of the number of men she’d slept with to win their confidence but she knew what men liked and she was brilliant at giving it as she got to know some of the top nuclear scientists in both East and West Europe as the United States.

As she was returning to her apartment two Russian looking men approached her “We've got a message from the Banshee.”

"Who?" She was pretending to be innocent. It was only when they showed her photograph of Brieta Strong and Tom Kane with proof it was taken just a few hours ago that she took interest. “Seems it's not only Lazarus who rose from the dead.” She smiled and waited for news.

“The Banshee wants them dead as well as Boykov and Khar. They've overstepped the mark and all four of them are a threat to us. She doesn't care how you do it, but it's your job now to snuff them out.” Photographs were shown and the second man continued “She still sees the sale of Uranium as a means to bring the powers to dance to our tune. But it has to be done her way. You've got four weeks to take them out in any means you see fit.”

Once home she received a call from Mohammed Khar asking him to meet her at the Towers. She knew they would end up in bed but that didn't matter. It was a means to an end. After dressing in her black evening gown she ordered her taxi and went to the Towers.

Looking like a young Omar Sharif Khar welcomed her to the club and led her to the table where poker was being played. Sitting next to him she encouraged him to bluff his way to small fortune. It was only after he had won nearly $500,000 that he took her for a meal and then guided her to his room. Turning on her he took her in a passionate kiss while she lowered her right hand and felt his manhood through his trousers. Breaking the kiss she said “I've got something to show you.” She took out the photograph of Brieta and Tom. “They are still alive.” She felt him frown before he grabbed his phone and spoke in Arabic to someone. Dana never let it be known she understood every word he said and she played ignorant when he turned to her.

“Seems they've gone to the yacht club” Khar said “she's trying to seduce one of our paid operatives.”

Dana seductively took the phone from him and switched it off. Pulling him into a kiss she said “I’ll catch them for your partner” she kissed him again “let her execute them herself.” She gazed into Khar’s eyes “Meanwhile you wanted some fun tonight.” She kissed him again “What do you plan to do to me?”

Dana Kirkwood

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[Elvenoff1]

Tom .. Brieta

Over Tom's dark brown eyes an arched brow appears reacting upon the words spoken to him by Brieta. There was no way in hell that Tom was going to seduce any man. The only thing that Tom was willing to give the fat bastard was a 9mm round between the eye joints if he didn't tell them the information that they wanted. He was a more of the modern day interrogator instead of the mid sixteen century bed them for info types, Yeah it would be alot less fun but it got the job done. Then from some dark shadow of his mind his little voice tossed out an image of Brieta laying on the bed naked and he was to choose how he was to interrogator her , his way or her way, the little dreamscape ended with him naked and cuddled up next to her warm body 'Damn it!' he muttered to himself.

His head tilted slightly when she went on about the British Army and their regulations that pertained to the sexual conduct of their females, then her hand gestured for him to sit on the bed while she took a seat across from him and once again she gave him a sweet view of her tormentive tools. He lowered his head from the view and began to wonder if he ever was going to have a soft cock while working with her, he highly doubted it.

He was getting the feeling that she wanted to tell him something but didn't want to come out right and say it. So she was playing a form of charades with him, which he really sucked at, but nonetheless he took a mental guess at it and told himself that she was a virgin. He was just going to come out and say it bluntly but he didn't have a chance to when she continued to tell him about the whys and whatfore's of the British making the women take pill. He chucked at the ending paradox with her. "Well, It's the thought that counts not the reality if it works or not." He added a saving grace for the Brits army ways.

The charade was coming to an end when she informed him about the other regulation, not she was getting to the point she was trying to tell him indirectly. He was smiling the hole time enjoying watching her breasts rise and fall with each deep breath she took so that she could continue to inform him of the ways of the army, and he just kept on smiling and nodded his head. He looked into her eyes when she told him how she killed Nikita's father. He was wondering how she did it and now he knew. He about spit up his coffee when she informed him that he died with a smile on his face.

Tom's face turned fifty shades of red when she bluntly informed him that she hasn't been conquered yet and that if he was a good boy it could be him that she would allow this to happen but at the moment no man had the honor of conquering her. His loins were burning with the thoughts of him being the first man to touch her intimately. He could feel his cock grow thicker and began to jerk at all the feelings and imagery his mind was blasting his balls with. His gaze followed hers to the picture of Branler and shook his head with laughter when she declared it would be this man that conquered her untouched pussy. At least she hoped his mind added to her wording.

Tom hands come up to her waist when she walked over and lowered her lips to his. He actually moaned with the desiring ache that clenched his very soul with. He reached out for her when she pulled away and teased him even more about him making her pussy wet when he made his move on her, which was his poor attempt to tease her, or was it a poor attempt? He just pulled the pillow over and covered his hard cock when she smiled and ordered his puppy to heel..

He grinned when the keys were airborne and landed in his hand. He didn't know which was more deadly, trudging the hills of Bosnia or her driving! But for now the next hour or so, he would be safe! The trip to the marina was smooth and comforting excerpt her continuing teasing ways with her legs and that cleavage! He had to put his hand on the arm rest and cup the side of his face with his hand to block the view of her showing her charms.

Tom looked like the whipped little doggy when she got out of the car and blasted him with a conversation that never accord between them. He had to bit his tongue to stop from laughing at her rave. She was so damn cute when she was playing the pissed off hellion from the abyss, although he wasn't going to tell he that, for he enjoyed watching the flowing motions of her charms, as did Mr. Branler.

Tom faded back when Branler took the bait, hook, line and sinker. Tom pitted the man for he was in for a very torturous evening. He leaned up against the car when the worry hit him. This man was know for trafficking women all over the world. He had to have a method of capturing or detaining these women for he wouldn't be in business if he didn't know what he was doing. He looked at Brieta with that concern look, for she would bring alot of money in a sex slave auction.

Tom slide into the car when she set up a date with him. He looked over at her with that concern.”We have to assume that he is knows what he is doing when it comes to trapping and hold women against their will. He wouldn't be this successful if he didn't. I will have to be able to her what is going on. We also have to come up with a plan of action if this does start to go south. Make sure you don't drink anything. He could just drug you and that would be the end of it.” Tom was showing his worry and concern.

Tom pulled out of the lot telling himself that this was her area of expertise and she knew what she was doing, but then his little voice informed him that sometimes even the best has mishap days. He didn't like the feeling of this at all. He wanted to be with her but that would make him think twice if Tom was there now. He wished she would have told him that they both wanted to go sailing, but then he might have not jumped on the bait. He cursed himself for letting him get to close to this woman for he never felt this queasy about a job, it was always a true black and white to him, but now the whole damn world was gray..

Tom pulled over, “I'm going to go back the marina and scope the place out. I want to know every inch of that place before you met with this guy. Why don't you go and get the things you need to doll up with. Get the equipment we will need to keep track of you and you can buy us some lunch.. “ he smiled at her.. He really didn't want to she how dolled up she was going to be for the jealous would rip him apart. “Call me when your on your way to that dinner.” Tom wasn't handling this very well and had to have a few moments away from her.

He got out and made his way back to the marina to check it out and to make plans on getting the information from this bastard before the dinner even took place. His heart was pounding in his ears as his mind played the images of that fat bastard touching Brieta and it was killing him..

Mohammed.. Dana

Mohammed eyes fell upon the beauty that stepped out of the cab. It seemed like a lifetime has passed since his eyes had the pleasure of seeing her mesmerizing form. He smiled as he took her hand into his and raised it to his lips where he kissed the inside of her wrist. “I't is always a pleasure being in your presence.” His heavy accent flowed over his lips. His eyes enjoying the cleavage that she was showing. He always had a hard cock for her ever since he was introduced to her., which Nikita saw clear as day, but she too enjoyed meeting the woman.

He put his hand on the small of her back and walked her into the towers, he knew Nikita was in the clubhouse level so he took her to the casino part and paraded her around so that all the men with their hungry eyes were in a state of envy toward him. He took a deep breath as the self indulged ego was inflated by this woman whom was holding onto his arm. He moved elegantly around a group of Arabic CEO's from the Saudi region with a smile plastered upon his face.

They sat down at the table and the money was slowly rolling in as he was being cautious, until Dana encouraged him with a few shots of her cleavage and a licking of her lips as she was wanting more action than this. His eyes widened, his caution went sailing in the wind as he was pushing columns of chips instead of half ones. His luck was with him this evening, which he was hoping it would carry over to other hopes of his as he eyed Dana with a hunger.

When he hit the goal he set for himself he took the winnings and proceeded to take her to Tower's upper level where the all glass walled restaurant was located. It over looked the big city's downtown area which set the romantic mood of the dimly light restaurant. The conversation between them focused upon what her wishes in life was, what were her ambitions and desires if there was no limit to what they were. He even hinted that he wanted her to be at his side always as his Queen of the new world order that he was going to curve out of the carnage.

When the evening came to an end he offered her a nightcap in his penthouse, the nod that came from her put a smile on his face as he guided her up to his room with his hand on the small of her back the hold time. His gaze continued to look at her eyes then down to her cleavage. He would like his lips as he was picturing himself sucking on those had to be gorgeous nipples..

No sooner than the door closed his mouth was on hers.. Kissing her deeply as his tongue explored and savored her taste. He slowly pulled away from her as he looked into her eyes. “I have wanted this night from the very first day I met ...” His eyes went wide but not as wide as the smile on his face. He pushed his very thick cock into the palm of her hand. Proud of its above average endowment.

“He looked at the pictures but seemed not to care. His eyes looked back at her.. “These two do not ruffle my feathers. You want to show these to Nikita.” He exclaimed, “But then he remembered her anger and that she was holding the money end of the stick here.” He frowned and took out his phone and dialed the man he had watching Charles Branler. “I want you to watch for Kane and Strong. I have it from a good source that they will be talking with our Fat little friend at the marina. No! Do not call her.. I'm running this operation not her! I don't care what she said.. Do as I say or I make a call home and have your family pay for your insult! I thought you would see it may way. I want them both captured and brought to the cell. Yes, Then we will let Nikita know that we have them.”

He allowed her to take the phone and welcomed her deep kiss. He returned the kiss and raise his hand up and cupped her ampleness in his hand. Massaging her with his palm and teasing her nipple with his thumb as he flicked over the tip of her nipple. Her words brought a smile to his face. He knew Nikita would love to have her hands on those two and get her hands on Dana to thank her personally for capturing her most hated enemies..

“Yes, you bring them to Nikita and you will make a place for yourself in our new world order.” He moaned into her kiss. His hands moving up from her breast to the noodle strap of her dress where he slide it off over her shoulder. His eyes looking into hers. “Yes, Fun..” He took her hand and put it on his cock.. “Take it out and play with it my love.” He smiled as he moved in and began kissing her shoulder...