The Tangled Web We Weave...

[Fiana]

Rei couldn’t only watch the scene unfold in front of her. Apparently the Russian and the American had known each other—she could tell that they had bad blood between them. Trying to wiggle against the other two men’s grips, they only tightened their cold on her.

She was amazed that in a way, he was actually trying to help her out of this. She would’ve thought he’d let her deal with them on her own. She mentally went through the situation and wondered how she could get out of it. As it stood, if Kris shot at them, he could probably kill one, she could probably take out one, but then there’d be the last one and he’d probably take out one of them. And she needed Kris. This was a mission she couldn’t do on her own.

Her mind snapped back to them, when they began to talk about her.


“She is not working with me Ilya. She has nothing to do with this.” Kris said softly


“We are sure we saw her jumping to the roof of this place then scaling down to the room. You know, as well as I do the Japanese do not want the North Koreans to get more improved nuclear weapons. They have more of an interest than you Americans do. But as it turns out, I am here now and I want the memory stick.

She started to look submissive, holding back what she had to say. Oh, this was why she sometimes wished she liked women. The Japanese may want the North Koreans to not improve their nucs, but they also wanted no one else too. Hence, why she was going to destroy the disk, the moment she got it. Luckily, she still had the first disk from Korea. Maybe she could use that to their advantage?


“Ilya, you have it wrong. The Japanese may want to the information but they aren’t working with us or anyone else.”


He was lying? Why? Rei gave him a curious look, cocking her head to the side.
“Then who is the beautiful, young Japanese lady?”


She was about to answer, but Kris had cut her off the moment she opened her m outh.

“Ilya, you know that I always hire hookers for my cover. I hired this prostitute to act as my escort. She has nothing to do with this. Let her go.”


Oh no, he did not just say that! She sent him a nasty look, promising that as soon as this was over, he was going to pay. And pay he would. In fact, she’d find a way to make him become her slave and do all the daily chores. Rei hated doing the laundry.

“I see…she is a prostitute. Well, tell me, my old nemesis, how is she in bed? Does she moan like the Japanese girls in the movies do? Tell me Kris, does she squirm and rake her nails on your back as she cums? Tell me Kris, how good of a fuck is she? Her life depends on your answer.” Ilya pulled her close to him.

She managed to control her rage and become subdued and pretty. She held a blush to her face, as though she was new to the… profession. She forced against him, she looked at Kris. What was he doing? Checking that time? Strange. What an odd thing to do. She looked at the Russian and bit the inside of her cheek. Now was not to show any disgust.

The man then had the nerve to go and kiss her. Her eyes widened in surprise but then she recalled she was wearing her blade. How could she have forgotten. Allowing him to control the kiss, she manvuered him to move forward, pressing her to the wall. One of her hands moved to his chest, the other to the jugular on his neck. Within seconds, the hand on the chest moved to his stomach and she let the blade loose. The hand on his neck had only let the man feel the sharp point, just putting a light pressure against the skin.

To everyone else, it looked as though they were both getting into it.

No one could see what exactly was going on, but she whispered into the man’s ear. “Oh, don’t worry, you won’t die from the blade, in fact, no one will believe you if you say I had one… but,” she smirked so only he could see, “I can assure you, one wrong move and your neck will get it.” The blade slowly retracted, causing more pain than necessary. This action also caused her hand to get dirty. Notcing that the Russian was going to scream for help, she covered his lips with her and attacked his chest this time, causing some blood to stain her face.

Then she shoved the man off of her, his gun in her hand. She pointed directly as the prone Russian. “Anyone else want to make a pass?” she threatened, cocking the safety off. “Or would you rather get him to the hospital? I heard that it takes ten minutes for one to die of a stomach wound…”

She looked at her nonexistent watch.

The toadies took him and scurried away. She didn’t feel the blood running down her face. Her whole body was shaking, the gun falling from her hand and hitting the floor. Her breathing was becoming irregular.

Rei had never been so afraid in all her life. If it wasn’t for the wall, she was sure that she would’ve collapsed to the floor. She gave a weak smile to Kris, “Good for a hooker, right?”

 

[Ikely]

Kris watched as “Tae” worked the blade on Ilya. His toadies were watching enraptured by their boss getting to taste the Asian’s lips. The display she put on allowed Kris to remove his pistol and bring it up.

Once she had removed Ilya’s pistol, she helped them decide to remove Ilya from the scene.

“Tae, we have to move. We can’t go out the front, that’s for sure.” Kris then called the police and in French said that there were 3 men, with guns, at the Hotel and that one of them was hurt. He told the police that they were leaving from the front of the hotel.
The pair ran for the stair well and ran down.

Even though they were both exhausted, they were motivated.

Once outside they heard the sirens of the approaching French police. Kris flagged down a cab and they rode back to the flat.

Once inside, Kris felt like he had to say something to “Tae”.

“Everything he said was true. My name is Kris Fowler. I am an American. You can tell me your real name if you want. We are now in this together, whether we want to be or not. Let’s just work together and get this information.”

Kris looked at her. She was exhausted…hell, they both were.

“Let’s get some sleep. We can move out in a couple of hours.” He paused then said, “If you want, you take the bed. I can sleep on the couch.”

He moved to the couch. He pulled out his pistol and laid it on the coffee table. He took the other pistol and placed it under the throw pillow that he would sleep on. He pulled off his sweater and long sleeve t-shirt.

Kris was so used to operating alone, he did not think of the woman as he pulled his pants off.

Standing in a blue t-shirt and white boxer briefs, Kris turned to her and asked, “Why did you let him live? You should have dispatched him. This is not over for him and he will be coming back. Now, he feels like he must kill you…oh yeah, how do you know the data stick is going to Istanbul?”

After hearing the answer, Kris stretched out on the couch and was soon asleep.

 

[Fiana]

“Everything he said was true. My name is Kris Fowler. I am an American. You can tell me your real name if you want. We are now in this together, whether we want to be or not. Let’s just work together and get this information.”

"Just... call me Rei," she replied, pulling more into herself. "I know you're an American, you have that god awful accent. Kami." She winced as there was a small thudding in her head. "The moment I get that disk, I'm destroying it."

It's caused more trouble than its worth, as the unspoken thought.

Rei hadn't really been there, her eyes glazed over she moved her body over to the the pack that had once again filled with new identities. They had provided one for Kris as well. She thumbed though them... oh, they were going to go as husband and wife. She paused, rereading that line. She was too exhausted to react. Perhaps when she regained some energy.

"Why did you let him live? You should have dispatched him. This is not over for him and he will be coming back. Now, he feels like he must kill you..."

"I let him live as a warning," she told him, curling up on the floor. "Besides, he’s never seen me at my best, just wait; I’ll turn him into a world famous dish.” She almost missed the rest of his sentence.

“…oh yeah, how do you know the data stick is going to Istanbul?”

“The room told me so,” she replied and muttered the last part, more to herself. “And it’s the one place that that agent would take it too…” Within the file she had received in the bag, her boss had given her the information. Rei curled into a ball on the floor, her gun aimed at the flat door. The last thing recalled doing was closing her eyes and falling into a black hole of dreamless sleep.

 

[Ikely]

Kris opened his eyes. He checked his watch. They had slept for 8 hours. That was about 4 hours more than he felt like they should have slept, but his body felt 100 times better afterward.

Kris looked at Rei as she slept on the floor. I told her to sleep in the bed, he thought.

He went to the bath and turned on the shower to just below scalding. He stripped naked and climbed into the water.

As he washed he thought about what she had said. She said it was her intention to destroy the data stick. He was under orders to gain control of it and bring it back to head quarters. But as he lathered up his body he now thought she might be right. He could come up with a reason why it was destroyed that they would believe back at HQ.

His thoughts then turned back to the sleeping woman. She was just so beautiful. He felt the familiar stirring between his legs. What a wonderful time it would be if they ended up naked together in a bed.

He imagined her naked and riding on top of him, her long black hair falling over her firm tits.

Thought was too much and he began to masturbate.

It did not take long and when he finished, he rinsed off and climbed out of the shower.
He changed into some olive drab tactical pants, and black sweater. He placed the things he did not need back into the safe. The follow on team would clean the safe out after they departed

Kris then went and began digging through Rei’s pack. He found that her people had supplied them with new identities. They were now husband and wife. The passport supplied was American. They had a standard passport photo for him. The only way they could have got one of those was they were in contact with his HQ. Kris got mad.

He went to the safe and got out the encrypted satellite phone and called. After going through the checks he spoke to his director.

“When were you going to let me know? Huh? Or were you ever going to tell me? Listen, I almost killed her and shit, almost killed me…a couple of fucking times.”
“Kris, I know you are angry. We decided to work with them and felt it was not necessary to distract you. But you have a mission to do. Just get it done. Get that data stick and bring it back here.”
“Right.” Was all Kris said. He now knew he would gladly stand by while Rei destroyed the thing.
“We are going to Istanbul. Make sure I have a cache ready. I will be in contact.”

Kris disconnected and stashed the phone in the safe, closed it and spun the knob.
He went to the sleeping woman. She looked so harmless. Kris knew that was far from the fact. But she was still so good-looking.

He leaned over and keeping a reactionary gap, reached and began to slowly squeeze her left bicep.

“Rei…Rei, wake up. We have to move out.”

 

[Fiana]

Rei moved so fast she nearly knocked Kris over. Her blade was out, the tip touching his throat. “… for the last time, Subaru, I am not- oh, uh… Kris?” she asked softly, still in a dream world. “What are you doing here?” She then fell back on the floor, returning back to sleep. That is, until her head felt something wrong with her bag. Like…

Like someone went through it, she sat up again. “I hope to god you didn’t touch my underwear,” she snapped before standing up and changing right in front of him. She was sporting a white bra with a pink little boy in the middle with matching panties. Quite adorable really. She pulled out brown shorts and a huge forest green hoodie. She looked a bit like a house wife who loved wearing her husband’s clothes. Which was the look she was going for. Taking out her passport, she read it over.

Good enough, she supposed. Taking her bag, she slung it over her shoulders, plane tickets in her hand. “Well, shall we get going then?” she smiled and took his hand, leading him out of the flat and into a taxi. She told the driver which airport and told him the quicker he got them there, the greater the tip. The chatter was minimal as Rei didn’t know what to say and wanted to wake up a little more. She looked at the scenery, already missing Paris.

Amazingly, they arrived within fifteen minutes. Rei gave him a handsome tip and walked toward the airport. It was then she started to act more like a wife. She leaned into his chest, smiling up at him. “The flight shouldn’t be that long and we just need to check in,” the spy said softly. “Of course, we have to be careful. “Someone should meet us once we get off the plane.”

Rei looked up at Kris, a huge smile on her face.

 

[Ikely]

Kris should have known that as soon as she felt her pack she would have known that he had gone through it.

He smiled and admired Rei’s tight body. Her panties fit snuggly over her ass.

As soon as they arrived at Orly, she switched on to the cover story.

She snuggled up to him and smiled constantly at her “Husband”. Kris was enjoying it but was always trying to keep in mind that it was a cover. It was not real. His beautiful, young, hot “wife” would kill him as soon as look at him if she felt it would advance her position.

The flight to Turkey would take almost 4 hours.

They flew in business class so the seats had a lot more room.

But Kris still felt it necessary to put his arm around Rei. I mean, they were trying to portray husband and wife, right?

He black hair was tousled but had the scent of shampoo still lingering around it, and it was delicious. Her body was warm to the touch. Her skin was soft and glowing.
Rei wore shorts so his attention was constantly being drawn to her legs. The tanned, firm legs were mouth watering to look at.

They arrived at Ataturk International in Istanbul in the afternoon.

They took a cab to the hotel that was assigned to them.

The Almina Hotel was in the Sultanahmet district of the Turkish capital. It was the old city. It was very centrally located.

The happily “married” couple checked in and went to their room.

Kris used one of his cell phones and left a coded message that he was on station in Istanbul and that he needed to know where his weapons cache was.

He turned and looked at Rei. She was busy setting her equipment out and when she squatted down, causing her shorts to pull tight over her ass, Kris just whistled.

Rei snapped around and glared.
“It’s nothing, darling.” Kris smiled.

The next problem they needed to work on was finding out where in hell the data stick was. Kris hoped that the Japanese agent had an idea, because he sure didn’t.

 

[Fiana]

For Rei, the four hours lasted a century. She had been able to sleep for a bit, regaining the energy she lost and try to pass the time quicker. After a disgusting awakening, she was shuffled off behind Kris, being led to where they would be staying. She had been unusually quiet, no doubt still trying to stay awake.

She heard him whistle- at her.

“It’s nothing, darling.”

"You-" She bit back a rather rude reply as she pulled out what looked to be several folders. Standing up, she began to scan the files. This wasn’t good—in fact, this was really, really, really bad. “We’re in the shit,” she responded as she threw the files on the nearby table. Rei frowned before turning on the equipment and taking out a laptop. She plugged in a few cords and started to type away, cursing at random points. Ten minutes later, a small smile came on her face.

“Well, the disk is here—around us, but it’s gonna be hard to steal it,” she replied showing it to him. She didn’t care if her shorts were slightly too small, they were her favorite pair. The Japanese then moved over to a different part of the room, unable to sit still, her mind working at a thousand miles an hour. She wrapped her arms around herself. Why, why, why couldn’t she feel less frustrated?! Frowning she began to think. “Tomorrow morning would be the best time to strike. But the agent will know that. If we go at any other time—the disk will be on his person. Unfortunately, he's too smart for us to be able to try to trick him. So, we have to go the direct route. Face him face to face. But that just might get us killed. And if that Russian dude you dealt with comes back... we will be royally screwed.”

A knock on the door came.

“Room service!” the voice called. The agent raised an eyebrow. She didn’t order any but… the American might have. Straightening her glove, she inspected it.

“Did you order anything?” she asked him calmly. As the blade slid out, she realized the Russian’s blood was still on it. “Disgusting.” She looked around herself before taking off her shirt and wiping it down. There was another white tank top, showing off her pale arms. Light scars could be seen. No doubt from previous missions and even scaling walls.

The blade finally clean, she slipped it back into its hidden position. Rei walked over to him and looked up, smiling. “So, we let them in and act like a couple or get all suspicious and pull guns? Well, you pull guns and I make a run for my life. ‘cause, after all, I’m the brains and you are the manpower. So, brains gets to walk free—you, sorry, I mean, bulk, gets to stay here and fight off whatever.”

Clearly, Rei still wasn’t over their first meeting. And her stress was slowly on the rise with no way of release. She moved back to the bed pulled her legs up, leaning forward. They would most likely have to go to Istanbul in two days—if it was who she thought it was and probably was—that would be the drop off point. Unless he changed, they might be able to pick points ahead of time.

 

[Ikely]

Kris laughed at the Japanese agent.
He was starting to enjoy getting under her skin.

Rei was setting up her computer equipment, so Kris grabbed his bag, went into the rest room and began switching out of his clothes.

He changed into some blue jeans and a Nautica fleece sweater. On his feet he put on some Timberland Gore-Tex low cut hiker shoes. Kris then pulled out his “Letter Opener”. It was a composite plastic blade. It was about 6 inches long and it easily got past metal detectors. For now, it was the only weapon he had, at least until he got to a weapons cache.

He opened the door a little. He saw Rei working steady at the computer.
The more he was around her the more she was growing on him.
She was absolutely beautiful. He also found her toughness very attractive.
“God Damnit…” Kris thought silently. She was beginning to become distracting to him. He had to focus on the mission.

Kris walked back out into the living area. He was staring at Rei. Black hair was shiny and he wanted to put his fingers in it. Her eyes were flicking back and forth as she studied the computer data that she was looking at.

His satellite phone buzzed.

He picked it up and switched on the encryption.

“Send it.”
“Your tool box is in the trunk of a Blue Toyota parked one block south of your current location. The keys are attached. You are directed to contact the TOC once you have possession.” The voice clicked off.

Just as he was about to tell Rei that they were in business, there was a knock at the door.

“Room service.” A voice called out in English.

Rei barely looked up, as she asked if he had ordered anything.

Kris just stared at her and said, “Really? I used the invisible phone to order some steak sandwiches. Fuck…”

Rei got up from the computer and cleaned her blade. She was smiling. Kris realized she was getting a kick out of getting under his skin, just like he was getting a thrill from messing with her.

“So, we let them in and act like a couple or get all suspicious and pull guns? Well, you pull guns and I make a run for my life. ‘cause, after all, I’m the brains and you are the manpower. So, brains gets to walk free—you, sorry, I mean, bulk, gets to stay here and fight off whatever.”

Now it was Kris’ turn to smile. She does have a sense of humor, he thought.

He went to the door, pulled his composite blade, and opened it a bit.

The orderly was a Turk. He wore a white coat and black tie. He was pushing a cart with 2 large covered dishes and 2 smaller covered dishes, a pot of coffee, 2 cups, and a dish with cream and sugar.

“Hi,” Kris said, “We didn’t order anything. You must have the wrong room.” Kris said in a pleasant, friendly voice.

“This is compliments of the hotel.”

Kris was extremely wary. But he was also kind of hungry.

Kris moved aside while opening the door.

He moved the composite blade to a position where he could easily kill the man but was still out of sight.

As the man pushed the cart past Kris, Kris saw the man’s right hand move under the white linen that was draped over the cart.

When the man took one more step, Kris moved.

He snatched the man by the hair, pulling him off balance. Kris pivoted to his right and the man fell to the floor. Kris had the composite blade at the base of the man’s skull, an instant from plunging it into, what the Chinese call the “Wind gate”. At the base of the skull, to the right of the spinal column is an unobstructed gap. The victim becomes an instant ragdoll.

“Agent Rei…please…Agent Rei….I am your contact…please don’t let him kill me.”

Kris thought the man was weeping.