Smoke and Shadows (15 page)

“Good. We need to continue to keep a pulse on the situation, just in case it flares up again,” Marissa said. “We’ve been ordered to stand down unless there’s evidence of human rights violations.”
 

The Syrian government had recently submitted its intent to destroy and remove its stockpiles of chemical weapons under the approval of an international monitoring organization. This was done partly to avoid a declaration of war from the United States. With war in the Arab state looking more and more unlikely, the threat from Stuart Kwon was becoming a clear and present danger. Marissa had submitted her report to Yeager, who submitted it to the CIA director. The President had been briefed, and Marissa’s team was given the go-ahead to proceed with building a case against Kwon and the NKUF. Marissa found it interesting, and a bit troubling, that her father’s shipping company, Cole Nauticals, was the main shipping company for Exetron—a Russian oil company where Kwon had a large holding. But since Exetron was, from all fronts, as clean and legitimate as a business could be, it was still a dead end.

“Anything more on Harry Matthews?”
 

“No. We’ve traced his access.” Allison rifled through some documents. “We do know he’d accessed the Cellar and took out some objects from Operation Smokescreen. He destroyed the paper inventory. But what was on our computer indicated some discs and a locket—jewelry belonging to Daliyah Shadid—are missing from the Cellar.”

“He probably handed the jewelry back to Rafiq.” There was no question that the attacks were personally motivated. “Yeager doesn’t want us to waste precious bandwidth on a moot point. We knew he betrayed the agency, but not enough to cause lasting damage. We’re burying this. Understand?”

There was also that elephant in the room: Marissa was waiting to get booted out of black ops because her cover had been blown by Matthews. So far, Allison had been keeping tabs on the internet—chat rooms and websites—and it appeared Rafiq had not leaked her identity. There was only one reason for this, and that was he wanted her death to be by his own machinations.
 

“How about the random hits on FBI and DHS agents?”

There were a total of six suspicious deaths between the two agencies in the past two weeks. One died in a bar fight, two died of muggings, and the other three perished in vehicular accidents.
 

“The one that concerns us is the FBI agent-in-charge of investigating port security and imports,” Allison said. “Also, NSA has intercepted chatter regarding an imminent threat against the J. Edgar Hoover building.”

The FBI headquarters. Marissa felt goose bumps tingle at the base of her neck. “Do we know who’s making the threats?”

“No. It was pulled off an Al-Qaeda website.”

Marissa ran her fingers through her hair and started massaging her temples. Two weeks. Too much information to sift through and the enemy was hiding in the shadows.
 

“Could Rafiq be using the Al-Qaeda website to move information?” Marissa asked.

“Possible. But those sites pop up and disappear so fast, it’s hard to track.”

“Viktor is following some leads on Rafiq, but Rafiq has always been one step ahead of him. The information recovered from that mine where they held McCord is useless now,” Marissa said. “Rafiq and his men are extremely low key, but they seem to be striking with precision, and it’s annoying the hell out of me.”

“At least they haven’t attempted another strike against you,” Allison said.

“You know what’s worse, right? The not knowing?”

“Well, Viktor certainly has you well caged in. They can’t get to you.”

“Yes, he lives in a fortress.” Not to mention the sophisticated alarm system he’d installed.

“Unlike your little row house that even the most inept burglar could break into.”

“Hey, stop ragging on my house. It’s beautiful and it’s me. Speaking of which, I need to check on it and make sure it hasn’t been trashed.”

“Sure that’s a good idea?”

Marissa furrowed her brow. “I may not have been in the field for a while, but I do have skills, you know.”

Allison snickered, accustomed to Marissa’s snark.
 

Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall and she groaned. She had a sparring exercise with Viktor in fifteen minutes. She’d never make it on time because DC traffic was the worst during rush hour. AGS was just outside of Georgetown and it would take at least thirty minutes to get there.

Viktor insisted on updating her fighting skills, which had annoyed her at first. She wasn’t a lethal weapon like Maia, but she wasn’t shabby either. Marissa straddled the line between strategic and tactical.
She was in charge of recruiting the best people for an op and then leading them. She didn’t need to do the hard-core stuff, but could back-fill when needed. For Viktor, that wasn’t enough. Marissa knew it was for his peace of mind, and he would always have her back if he could, but that wasn’t practical. So, in his opinion, the next best thing was to make her become like him.

That was a long shot, but who was she to complain? Viktor was the best at what he did and Marissa would do well to learn from him. She suspected that was why Yeager had not commented on her relationship with Viktor.
 

Her phone buzzed with a text. Speak of the devil.

You’re going to be late.

“Loverboy?” Allison asked with a knowing smile.

Marissa rolled her eyes. “Ah-huh.” She quickly typed back.

On my way.

*****

Marissa hustled through the tire obstacle course and cursed Viktor under her breath. Doing this with her hands tied behind her back added to her irritation. But he was unrelenting and insisted that she perform the routine multiple times. She had lost count.

“Enough!” she gasped as she reached her umpteenth round.

“One more, Iz.”

“I’m done.”

“Give. Me. One. More,” Viktor bit out.

“You’re a freaking dictator.”

“I’ve been called that before. Stop whining and get to it.”

“Fuck you!” She glared at him. He only smiled, grabbed her sweaty shirt, and hauled her against him.

“I’ll gladly oblige,” he whispered against her lips. “Later, I’ll fuck your brains out if you want.”

Marissa’s knees wobbled, and she wasn’t sure the wetness between her thighs was due to perspiration or him.

“So, I want to get out of here soon, Ms. Cole, but if you defy me one more time, you’re going two more rounds.”
 

He let go of her shirt.
 

“Freaking drill sergeant.” Marissa hopped over the tires with renewed vigor, diverting her energy to the task at hand rather than kicking Viktor in the balls. She liked his balls just as they were, but there were times when he tested her patience.

“Kinetic workouts such as this will build stamina and balance in your lower body,” Viktor informed her through the roaring in her ears. “You’ll develop enough confidence to use your legs even with your hands bound.”

“I can already fight with my hands tied,” Marissa wheezed.

“Probably. I doubt you’re fast enough though, because you’re second guessing your actions. It must be instinctive to be effective.”

Marissa hated to admit that he was right.
 

“I’ll get you there, Iz,” Viktor said confidently.

“I hope so,” Marissa said after she finished her last round. “After this agony you’re putting me through, I better be Bruce fucking Lee when all’s said and done.”

Viktor chuckled as he slung his arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss. They both tensed when they heard a rumbling sound just outside the tactical room.

“What the hell was that?” Marissa asked, on full alert mode.

Viktor sighed heavily. “My guess? Our dear mad scientist just tore up the testing room.”

“Are you talking about Sophie?” Marissa heard something about Viktor recruiting Dr. Leroux, now Dr. Lockwood, for some special projects involving state-of-the-art weapons development.
 

“Who else?” Viktor said. “Come on. Let’s hope Derek won’t have more ammunition to be pissed at me.”

*****

A crowd was forming in front of the testing room, but the fact that some of the Guardians were sniggering calmed Viktor’s initial sense of dread.

Pushing past Manning, Viktor had to bite his lower lip to avoid laughing outright. Sophie was down on her ass, Maia crouched beside her. His protegé had been released from the hospital just this week, and she was determined to regain her mobility.

Both women were yelling at each other and had soot on their faces.

“I told you the timing was off,” Sophie groused.

“No, you didn’t,” Maia retorted. “You said you weren’t sure with your calculations.”

“Exactly. It wasn’t ready.”

“Well, how was I to know that the timer would exponentially decrease,” Maia raised her voice, cutting Sophie with annoyed blue eyes.

“You insisted on testing it. You wouldn’t listen to me!”

“Well, mumbling isn’t exactly the way to say it’s not ready, is it?”

Viktor, though finding the exchange amusing, decided to step in. “Ladies. Am I assuming the explosive device was not able to make it to the controlled blasting chamber?” He eyed the pit at the end of the room and the crack in the wall.

“Uh, yeah, Viktor,” Maia said sheepishly.

“And who should I charge the damage to? McCord or Lockwood?” Viktor asked.

“Shouldn’t it come out of the cost of doing R&D?” Sophie asked.
 

Maia nodded her head vigorously and said, “We better get cleaned up, Sophie. The boys will be here soon and I don’t think I want them to discover what happened, do you?”

“You’re right,” Sophie said. “But I can hardly show up at your apartment for dinner in these clothes.”

“What the fuck?” Twin baritone voices roared from the entrance.

Viktor sighed in resignation. Great, Mr. Overprotective and Mr. Overprotective had arrived.

“What the hell happened here?” Derek demanded. He went straight to Sophie, patted her all over as if checking for injuries, and pulled her to her feet. Jack rushed to Maia’s side and did the same. Both men turned their furious glares at Viktor when they were certain their wives were okay.
 

Viktor laughed and held up his hands. “Don’t look at me. Ask your women.”

Of course, the redhead and the blonde resumed bickering until their husbands had to intervene.

Marissa came up beside him. “Never a dull moment.”

“Tell me about it,” Viktor muttered and turned to the entrance. “Okay, show’s over, folks. Get out of here.”

He made a move to leave when McCord called his attention.
 

But Jack remained silent until Maia nudged him to speak. “We’re having a small gathering at the apartment, sort of a welcome back for Maia.”

“And you,” Maia whispered to Jack.

Jack clenched his jaw, obviously having a hard time getting the words out. “We want you to be there, Viktor. Without you, I don’t think Maia and I would be together right now. You’re invited too, Ms. Cole.”

“As long as we’re not getting all sappy and doing the kumbaya, I’ll be there,” Viktor said. “What time?”

“Seven-thirty?”

“Make that 8:00 p.m.,” Maia said. “Sophie and I need a shower.”

*****

The dinner party was in full swing. Grace, Jack’s housekeeper, was busy in the kitchen doing final touches on two rib-eye roasts while Frances McCord was busy whipping up the mashed potatoes. Jack tended the bar, mixing up some fruity cocktails for the women and breaking out the thirty-year-old Macallan from his liquor cabinet.
 

Maia leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the lips as she swirled the straw on her caipirinha, which was one of her favorite drinks. His wife loved the beach, and even in the dead of winter, her craving for tropical drinks never wavered. He usually teased her about her strange propensities, but tonight he didn’t say a word. It haunted him that he’d nearly lost her. Truly. Nearly. Lost her. And short of snatching her away and disappearing with her forever, the alternative was to face this shit down. And he was fucking ready to go to war.

“Love you, babe,” he whispered against her lips. Maia backed away and looked at him slyly.
Oh, my little temptress
, Jack thought. He’d been content just to hold her at night, but with her being more active and playful around him, he couldn’t wait to be deep inside her again. Dr. Henderson had given the clearance for “light activity” today. The doctor did not clarify, but Jack’s imagination wandered to the same place he was sure his wife’s did. He watched Maia plop down between Sophie and Marissa. Derek was on the other side of Sophie. Jack smirked. The little blonde scientist had his friend wrapped around her little finger. And speaking of men who were pussy-whipped—him included—Jack cut a glance to Viktor, who was talking to his dad. He never thought he’d see the great Viktor Baran fall. The AGS top man didn’t know it yet, but judging from the way his eyes followed Ms. Cole wherever she went, he displayed all the signs of a man deeply obsessed with a woman. Viktor’s eyes flickered to his and narrowed. He excused himself from Jack’s dad and walked to the bar.

Viktor poured himself two fingers of scotch and said, “Your father seems interested in the security business.”

Jack groaned.
 

“He doesn’t know we do more than security and bodyguard detail, does he?”
 

“I knew inviting you was a bad idea,” Jack grumbled.

Viktor smiled derisively. “What exactly did you tell your old man?”

“That we do mostly security for dignitaries and high-profile clients.”

“Robert is not stupid, Jack. AGS doesn’t make the revenue it does by merely taking bullets for pansy-assed politicians.”

Viktor always knew the best way to irritate him. Jack cast Viktor a warning glance when Maia broke from her conversation and frowned at them. He always got a tongue-lashing from his wife after he and Viktor had one of their verbal confrontations. He knew that sometimes it was deliberate on Viktor’s part. Damn prick.