The Cullen Job
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Ch. 7: Setting the Stage
SPOV
I rolled over and grabbed my phone when it rang at the ungodly hour of… 0330. The red haired beauty next to me in the bed huffed at the interruption. She was insatiable and it was only a matter of time before I'd done myself some permanent injury. The look in her eyes told me that she'd work out her frustration over the call and I'd be lucky if I was able to walk later. The name on the caller id read Carter, my newest Interpol minion.
"Carter, this better be bloody important," I vented at my underling after I hit the talk button.
"Sorry if I woke you, sir, but I thought you would want to know that Nathan Ford and his crew will be arriving in New York on a 0800 flight from Vancouver," the other man explained quickly and I wasn't surprised my old nemesis had moved swiftly.
"I'll be there at 0730," I responded then ended the call.
Without warning, Victoria had me pinned on my back to the mattress; my cock hardened and she impaled herself upon in. Her nails painfully dug into my flesh and left bloody trails she happily licked as she ground into me forcefully. As I gave myself over to the pleasure and pain, I remembered how I'd met the saucy minx.
*Flashback: Paris, France – One Year Ago*
I sat at my desk at Interpol Headquarters and read the file that had been waiting for me when I arrived. Apparently, a French industrialist's daughter died as a result of snorting some bad cocaine. It was the fourth death in the past six months throughout Europe. Each time, the coke had been traced to the same cartel back in Columbia. During the investigation, Gordon Trudeau came to our attention. I knew the bastard was laundering money for a number of cartels but I wasn't able to prove. He was going to be in Paris for some gala at the Louvre and I was going to be there.
The gala was an insurance company's nightmare but that was my problem any more. One of the best things about my time in that industry was the number of contacts I cultivated. Those contacts not only got me into the party but access to the security office and the camera room for my men. I scanned the crowd from a corner while drinking some rather fine champagne when she sauntered over to me.
The exquisite specimen of womanhood had flawless pale skin, flaming red hair and red eyes. Her silken voice wrapped around me like a caress. She introduced herself as Victoria Mitchell and we spent the rest of the evening talking. During the conversation, my strange new friend admitted to working with Trudeau and had been cheated by him. Our meeting was fortuitous so I quickly arranged to meet with her the following day at her hotel. The different ways I could use her floated through my mind as I excused myself and decided to spend the rest of the gala in the camera room doing some internet research on her. I've been around too long not to spot a con artist when I meet one. Sifting through the usual databases yielded only rumors and innuendoes. That meant Victoria was very good at whatever she really did. A nagging at the back of my mind whispered that she was trying to play me but knowing that going in meant that I was able to use that to my advantage to play her.
*End of Flashback*
I was exhausted and walked with a barely perceptible limp by the time I arrived at the airport security office. Victoria opted to stay behind because she had some kind of history with the newest member of Nate's team and hadn't wanted to risk tipping them off. My people were placed in unobtrusive spots throughout the terminal with laser microphones as the plane arrived at the gate. All that was left was waiting for our quarry to make their appearance then figure out what their play was.
The monitors showed Nate and crew entered from the gate then start head for the baggage claim. From the expressions on their faces, they all looked angry. All at once, Ford spun on his people; the laser mics broadcast what was said.
"Damn it, that's enough. You all seem to forget that I'm the mastermind of this operation so we're using my plan and that's final," Nate hissed but only pissed off his fellow thieves even more.
"Fuck you, Nate; I'm sick of your arrogant attitude. Christ, you're starting to sound like that prick, Sterling. You forget that we all did pretty well before on our own before joining up with you," the hitter, Spencer, ground out and Sophie stepped in between the two men that were squaring off against each other.
"Eliot, I think Nate's plan is best but instead of fighting, let's do something else. We will divide into three teams; me and Nate, you and Hardison then Parker and Bella. The first team to get Trudeau wins. If one of your teams wins then Nate agrees to consider any plans you come up with whenever we do a job. If we win, you all agree not to complain anymore," she offered and the group agrees. After they gathered their luggage, Parker and the other blonde went in one direction. Nate and the grifter went in another then Spencer and the hacker left in a third.
"Sir, what do you want us to do," Carter asked over the radio and I told my people to split up then follow the pairs.
"Bugger me," I mumbled under my breath as I made my way back to the hotel. My job had just gotten three times as hard… or was it? Those idiots were going to play to their talents so it might not be as bad as I had originally thought. Taking them down was going to be more fun then I've had in a very long time.
