Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance (6 page)

“Suppose we
did, muchak,” he told Rick, using a slur term for “peasant”.
“Why should we turn it over to you? Is there any kind of
reward?”

“I’m
willing to pay to get it back,” he told them. “Provided
it’s intact. I can’t use it if it’s damaged. Is it
in one piece?”

The man with the
shaved head turned to his companion. “Go back there and tell
Alexi I want the toy we found yesterday. If he asks why, tell him
it’s none of his concern. I’ll buy his kid another one if
it’s too much trouble.” The other man vanished through a
door behind him.

There was no idle
talk or chatter as they stood around and waited. The man with the
shaved head went back to looking at his paperwork and didn’t
make eye contact with either of them. Generations of being watched
had taught Russians not to ask questions when you didn’t want
the answers. Monique remained quiet with Rick and glanced around the
walls. Some of the parts didn’t appear to have been moved in
years. What the hell was going on behind them in that warehouse?
Something illegal, she was willing to bet. Which would put everyone
in the same boat. Soon the police and SVR would track them to this
location and be asking these men all kinds of questions. They might
even be forced to look into what was happening on the other side of
the counter.

The door opened and
the younger man came back with the super drive. Monique could tell
this had to be it from the look of excitement on Rick’s face.
It didn’t appear to be anything special: the drive resembled a
small cylinder with attachments which could fit into the palm of your
hand. It could have been mistaken for a video game player.

“He wants a
PlayStation for his kid,” the younger man said in Russian to
his boss. “And one of the new ones in a box. Unsealed.”

“He’ll be
lucky not to get my boot up his ass,” the older man said to him
as he turned the device over and looked at it. He turned his
attention back to Rick and Monique. “What is this thing you are
so desperate to get back?”

“A digital
video recorder,” Rick told him. “It’s a new model.
Someone borrowed it from me and left it in the wall outside. I’m
anxious to get it back.” Rick counted out some money on the
counter and let him examine the bills.

“It’s a
lot of cash for a tiny machine,” the man with the shaved head
observed. “I think you really want this machine back. I think
you could afford a lot more than the pathetic sum you just dropped on
my counter.”

“I’m not
rich,” Rick stated, “but I do want it back.” He
laid a few more bills on the counter.

“That is a lot
more,” the man observed. “So I have to wonder why you
want this little toy back so badly. Maybe I could sell it for a lot
more than you are willing to pay? You think me some fool you can just
walk in here and expect to get your little toy back? How do I really
know it belongs to you?”

“Oh, this is
absurd,” Monique snapped in English. The man looked at her
funny and she stepped up to the counter and slapped one of the
bundles of paper cash she’d found in her closet. She switched
to Russian: “Here take some of this, it’s worth far less,
but we need to get moving.” And she looked down. To her horror
she realized the money she’d slapped on the counter was from
the 1940’s.

“Where you get
this?” the man asked. He picked up one of the bundles and
stared at her. The other man picked one of them up and looked at it
with wonder. They begin examining the money.

“I think
something is very wrong here,” he told them. “Perhaps you
tell me what is happening or I make a phone call. I don’t like
to be played for a fool inside my own company.”

Before he could say
another word, Rick had an automatic out and in the man’s face.
The other man froze when he saw the barrel pointing two inches from
the nose of the bald man and let the bill drop to the counter. Rick
stepped forward and grabbed the super drive, shoving it in his
pocket.

“Looks intact,”
he said turning it over. “You two can keep the cash we just
dropped.” He handed the gun to Monique. “Cover them, I’ve
got to use the computer back here,” he told her in English. “I
just told my comrade to shoot you in the balls if you move,” he
said to them politely in Russian.

While Monique held
the gun on them, Rick went behind the counter and used the computer.
She couldn’t see what he was doing, but it didn’t take
much time. He punched some keys, nodded, punched some more keys and
frowned. He waited a few more minutes and tapped more keys. While she
stood in silence she saw Rick’s face go solid. Whatever he was
looking at was something unexpected. He walked out from behind the
counter, and turned to the men as he retrieved the automatic from
her.

“I thank you
gentlemen for your help,” he said to them as he backed away
with her to the door they had entered. “You can keep the money
for all the trouble we have caused and are going to cause you. And by
the way, you can tell the SVR whatever you want, but I would hide
that old money.

They swiftly got
inside the Ford and headed down the street.

“That was a
stupid thing to do,” he told her. “Bringing out the old
Rubles. You damn near got us killed in there. In the future, don’t
make a move unless I tell you to.”

Monique had let him
drive and was sitting in the passenger seat. “Sorry,” she
said,” I took some initiative because I thought the guy was
getting obstinate. I thought the extra cash would make him let us
grab that device and go. I forgot it was old money. What did you
learn when you were on the Internet? It didn’t take you long.
Aren’t you afraid the SVR will trace whatever connection you
made?”

“They can trace
it all they want,” he told her. “The server is located in
India and will be terminated in the next three minutes. The account
was a special one I have for emergencies. Our situation qualifies as
one.” He turned the wheel and made a quick, hard right onto a
side street.

“What I
learned,” he continued. “Is that it won’t be easy
getting out of this place. The agency doesn’t want to soil its
hands after the bomb went off yesterday and they will have to get us
out on a new schedule. They want the super drive or we’d be
left to find our own way out of the country.”

“So when and
where are they picking us up?” Monique asked him. She checked
her face in the rear view mirror and made sure no one was following
them.

“It’s not
the when which has me concerned,” he told her. “It’s
the where. The damned agency wants to pick us up in Archangel.”

“Wait a
minute,” Monique interjected. “That’s on the other
side of the continent.”

“You got it
right,” he said to her. “Near the Bering Sea. And only
about a few thousand miles from here. No problem, they’ll be
willing to wait till we contact them again. The train ride is going
to be fun.”

“That’s
insane!” she yelled. “Why can’t we take an
airplane? Are they so cheap we have to use a train?”

“The SVR will
be watching the planes,” he told her. “They’ll be
watching the trains too. But not so closely because the train makes a
lot of stops. They’ll be suspicious about a Muslim couple from
one of the Asian republics, but not as suspicious as they might be of
an African American lady.”

“You’ve
got a change of identities?” she asked him.

“All packed up
and ready to go in storage not two miles from here,” he
explained. “As long as I can stay one step ahead of the SVR,
we’ll be safe. I know some Ugar, which will work as a cover.
I’ll teach you some basic phrases in case anyone stops to ask
you. I hope you don’t mind wearing the full-face chador,
because it will avoid a lot of questions.”

“Great,”
Monique said. “Just like back in Philly.”

“What do you
mean?” Rick asked.

“Lots of Black
Muslims in Philly,” she told him. “You see the women
walking around in full chadors all time. At least the more hardcore
ones. Always thought of them as historical reenactors. Guess I get to
find out what it’s like to be inside one of those things
twenty-four seven. Nobody in my family ever went in that direction.”

Rick gave the car
some gas and went it the direction of the train station. He didn’t
tell her everything he’d found out. There were other reasons
the agency was taking over and directly handling their case. It
wouldn’t do her any good to be troubled by the new information.
Right now he needed her calm and in support of him. Any news he might
give to her about how messed up this operation really was could get
them either killed or captured by the SVR. In their situation, it
might as well be the same thing.

Rick turned and
looked at Monique. She was very beautiful and he really wished he
hadn’t run into her in this situation. It had taken every bit
of self-control to keep his hands off her body when they were both in
that bed. He’d been with a few black women in the past, but
none with her magic quality. Monique was a woman he would like to
have around long term. And he speculated he might be falling in love
with her. Damn! He had to stop that! No falling for female operatives
while on assignment. It was one thing to party it up later; another
when doing so could compromise the assignment or put your life at
risk. Too many agents in the field had fallen for some local talent
and got themselves killed. It wasn’t worth the risk, dammit!

The car turned again
as Rick took an indirect route to where they had to go. No one seemed
to be following them, but he knew that wouldn’t last long. The
SVR was on to him and all they had to do was tighten the noose. He
wanted to go to the Moscow Station and take a train out of the city,
but right now they had to find a place to cool off before the SVR
started to close in. It wouldn’t take long. If nothing else,
Russia knew how to run surveillance the right way.

“The Moscow
station is the best way out of here,” he told her. “It
hooks up with all Siberian and northern rail lines. All I need to do
is find a way to get to it and we’ll be heading to the West.
But I can’t go there just now. They’ll be looking for us
and we need to find a place to chill for a few hours. I know just the
place.” He turned the car again, trying to avoid all the
traffic cameras lining the main streets.

Rick had already
disabled the car’s own external cameras and tracker. It was a
feature of the country that all the insurance companies required cars
in Russia to have tracking equipment and exterior cameras. Sometimes
it could be helpful, such as a recent meteorite crash which was
recorded everywhere in Siberia by dash cameras. But the ultimate
reason for the cameras was to show who was at fault in a collision or
how fast they were traveling. Needless to say, the SVR had plenty of
ways to hack into the cameras and tracking devices when they had the
reason.

Rick’s
destination was the Hermitage Museum near the Neva River. The museum
had originally been constructed by Katherine the Great to house her
growing collection of art. It was part of a complex of buildings
attached to the Tsarist Winter Palace and was open to tourists.
Because of the immense size of the building, it was very easy to
spend days touring it. The museums had survived the German air
strikes of WWII and were among the most favorite attractions of
foreign visitors to the city. In other words, it was the perfect
place to get lost inside.

Rick pulled the car
into the parking space for the museum and turned off the engine. He
checked the parking lot and noticed plenty of cars in it. More than
enough to hide his rental car. The police and SVR had only so many
men working his detail and it would take them a long time to check
the registration on every car in this lot. In a few hours they would
start to become bored when no new sightings had been reported.
Besides, they would be occupied by his recent visit to the warehouse
and what had transpired there.

“The important
thing is that we have the super drive,” he told Monique. “With
it we still have something to use to bargain our way out of this
country. I wish I had the opportunity to put you in the Muslim
clothes, but those disguises aren’t reachable until we reach
the station and I find my locker. In the meantime we’re going
to have to pretend to be another mixed race couple visiting the
museum.”

A shadow swept across
the car and Rick grabbed Monique, pulling her under him and clamping
his mouth to hers. Monique knew pleasure and fear at the same time.
She felt his lips on hers and as he grabbed her shoulders and began
to kiss her like a lover who had been absent too long. She felt weak
inside as his lips moved over her face. For a few seconds Monique was
back in her college room with her last boyfriend wanting him deep
inside. She felt hot between the legs and pushed his hand between
them. Rick responded by moving his fingers under her panties. She
gasped, not caring who was watching. And then the shadow moved away.
She didn’t want him to stop but he did. She felt his hand slide
away.

“He’s
gone,” Rick told her. “The parking lot guard is gone. He
was looking at us too carefully, so I thought I’d give him a
little show. Guess he saw all he wanted to see.”

Monique curled her
head on his chest. She turned and looked up at him with her big eyes.
Rick looked down and planted another kiss on her lips. And then
another. Monique felt his hand slide down between her legs again. She
moaned in his ear and he opened her up, probing deep. She couldn’t
believe they were doing this in a parking lot in the middle of the
day. The guard was gone, but he might be back. She decided she didn’t
care and spread her legs as best she could in the passenger seat.

This allowed Rick to
slide two strong fingers up inside her and gently apply friction to
her hot spot. “You do like that, don’t you?” he
said. She whimpered an assent from beneath him as he nipped her ear.
Monique felt the strong fingers work inside her that much deeper and
spread. She wanted to warn him she had a tendency to squirt all over
the place when very excited, but couldn’t find the words right
now. As the pleasure waves began to flow through her, all Monique
wanted to do was get his pants off and pull him on top. She wanted to
feel his manhood all through her body. No, she wanted to hold it in
her hand and stroke it until he was harder than he’d ever been
before. Then she’d kiss up and down his throbbing shaft until
he couldn’t stand it. When he was close, she would crawl up on
top of him and ride it. She’d push him down in the seat and
feel the hardness inside. She would make him wait as long as she
needed till she was ready.