Ian Sinclair, the Partner
"I don't like it. No Annie I don't like the whole deal." Eyal guiding Annie through the crowded airport with his hand as always on the small of her back.
"Nothing I can do about it Eyal. She is her own boss and headstrong as you know."
"Much like someone else I know. Annie this has only one way to play out and it will be with an unpleasant ending for Megan."
"I know. I truly think she has fallen in love with Tabib."
"And we both have had dreadful memories of falling in love with our targets."
"I tried to tell her about my experience with Simon and also with Megan Carr but she only listen. Eyal we can't protect her but to a certain extent. Arthur shouldn't have asked you to watch out for her."
"Now that Neshema doesn't sound like you at all but you are right. We can only do our best and hope she has a guardian angel watching out for her."
"Can you lend her your guardian angel as he has done wonders in keeping you safe."
"Your angel has to work twice as hard as mine in keeping you safe. Remember you are the impulsive one in this partnership." Eyal giving Annie was tight hug around the waist. "I'm going to miss you the next few days. Can't believe I've grown so accustom to having you with me."
"I would like to stay but we do have this mission to complete. The money transfers can only be handled in person and I'm your wife and business partner."
"And the benefits of being my wife are what I love. My mind isn't on the mission."
"We are standing in a busy airport. Get a grip on yourself."
"The grip has already taken hold. Come on Neshema I know a spot we can have some privacy." Eyal quickly turn her and with his hand on the middle of her back almost running to a secluded spot behind the baggage department. An oversize closet with a few unclaimed suitcases and boxes but plenty of room for what Eyal had in mind.
"What is this place." Annie asking as Eyal gently kissing the back of her neck.
"A Mossad safe room and the suitcases hold change of clothing and identities. We won't be disturbed." Eyal reaching around Annie and tenderly stroking her breast. With his free hand he locked the door and it didn't take long for Annie to feel the same mood. The hideaway thought of sex in a forbidden room and her excitement begin to engulf the atmosphere. She turned to face him and her hand found the magical spot, the ready and wanting spot.
Eyal's lips met hers with a fierce urgency as their bodies crashed against the wall. His mouth coaxed opens hers, feeling her warm breath intermingle with his as his tongue roughly moved upon hers in sensuous glides. A muffled squeal escaped her as his teeth found her bottom lip, biting down on it slowly before moving his canines to nip down her neck soothed by her whispering moans. The sight that beheld him underneath provoked an appreciative smile, all soft feminine curves and smooth skin. "You're beautiful." It was a shame that two restrictive pieces of fabric was preventing him from appreciating her body in all its glory. They would surely have to go...
Their frantic lovemaking quickly came to an end but not at the same moment. Eyal was a bit quicker than Annie but he knew how to how to make Annie reach that climax with great joy and ecstasy. She would not be left wanting. Annie holding onto her lover, not wanting to let go or to leave his side could only try to take in deep breaths. He knew how to please Annie and she never grew tired of his attention.
"This was truly wonderful Neshema but you do have a plane to catch."
"You can come down from that high so quickly?"
"Not really but I don't want you to miss your plane or maybe I do." Eyal buttoning his shirt with a quick kiss to Annie's lips. "I have memories to carry me for the next few days."
Annie finishes dressing and stood in front of Eyal. "I'm I put back together."
Eyal running his fingers through her hair, "As good as new. Perhaps even better, I love that afterglow you get."
"Hope no one else notices." Annie giving him a kiss on his cheek, "Time for us to leave our den of love."
The crowded airport in Istanbul gave perfect cover for two spies as they made their way to the departing gate for Annie's plane to Athens. She would be there for a day or two to make sure Tabib's men had eyes on her before leaving for Zurich and Credit Suisse. The deal for the major arms shipment out of Brazil to the Middle-East was the first of several deals struck by Tabib and Elias Zacharias.
"I hate the fact we have to bring Arthur in, especially since Megan is so involved."
"Can't avoid it Annie. I'm lacking on resources of able bodies and Arthur hasn't built his network as yet. Arthur should be fine, he is a real professorial and knows how to wheel and deal."
"Yeah I know but it is his little sister." Annie hearing her flight number being called. "That's me."
"It will all work out just fine. Looking baby, you have you job to do and I have mine. I call you this evening." Eyal giving Annie a long goodbye kiss. "I'll miss you Annie."
"I already miss you Eyal. Please keep a special eye on Megan."
"I shall, promise." Eyal giving her a gentle shove to the boarding gate. "Time for you to go."
He stood there and watched Annie walk through the gate before he turns to leave. That is when he saw two men had been also watching them. Good, they can report back to Tabib that one thing for sure, Elias Zacharias love his wife and was an adoring husband. He couldn't help but smile knowing the men didn't pick them up until after their trip to baggage department. He took his time leaving the airport and returning to his hotel.
Arthur would be arriving later that afternoon as Ian Sinclair, the American arms supplier and Elias Zacharias business partner.
Arthur and Joan on their way to Dulles International Airport and the drive was quiet. Joan being in deep thought watching her husband push through early morning rush hour traffic. Joan had come to read Arthur like a book and there was something bothering him, something unpleasant. Did she dare to ask him or wait until this little mission with Eyal as over. Not in Joan's nature to wait.
"What going on Arthur?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know you and there is something going on. Is it the mole and trouble within the CIA?"
"Partly." Arthur's short answer.
"Partly humm... What else? You have been distance for a long time and I don't think it is you wife causing trouble."
"You are the perfect wife for me Joan. If only you didn't know me so well I could work out some answers without your knowledge."
"We can work them together. Arthur our marriage is a partnership and you need me there to help, to give my opinion and help you make sound judgment assessments."
"You are making feel guilty."
"I making good sense. Spill it out my dear husband."
Arthur didn't say anything just watching his driving and traffic.
"Look Arthur I'm not going to push but you will have to tell me something sooner or later."
"Now I guess is the best time, it will give you time to think about my proposal."
"Proposal? I'm all ears."
"Things around Langley have gone from bad to worst under my watch and I'm thinking it is time for me to move on. All the regulation have tied my hands to the point I feel like a prisoner in my own office. Always having the Congressional Oversight Committee breathing down my neck and those damn hearings, like they have nothing better to do but make life a massacre for me. There is this one woman, Helen Trueworth from the great state of Kansas and she seems to be on a witch hunt - you know, burn Arthur Campbell at the stake."
"Thought Dorothy melted the Wicked Witch of the West."
"Funny Joan... Very sarcastic."
"Sorry Arthur. Just was envisioning this Helen Trueworth looking a little green and wearing black."
"She not the only witch hunter on the committee. There is Samuel Attaway, Carlos Martinez and Bartram Elder, they are in her hip pocket and just as ruthless. I have had vision of fighting them but what's the use. If I found dirt on any one of them it would only come back to haunt me and if they are removed... Well they would only be replaced by some other do-gooder to burn the CIA."
"You been thinking about a cure to your headache? You said you were thinking it is time to move on."
"I have been and maybe subconsciously starting to put some pieces in place with this King's Arthur court black ops thing I have going. I have the resources and knowledge to operate a private firm, a network of spies for hire. CIA has used a few in the past and I know for a fact that MI6 and Mossad had rather go outside their bounds and hire private black ops. Hire people with strong moral values and do away with all the rope binding protocol. Work without rules and let their conscience be their guides. Eyal Lavin is the perfect example of that type of spy to hire. The independents to make your own judgment calls is the calling card that is drawing me to think alone those lines."
"You can provide protect services for corporate VIPs. Heavy security for all sort of things and ..."
"Like hire the current head of DPD to run the security side. Joan my dear wife you have been thinking on the same train of thought waves as me."
"Yeah I have and didn't want to say anything to you. Maybe a little shy about telling you that I have grown tired of the mess within the CIA. Guess I am also feeling the pinch of the committee and the toll it has taken on you."
"Too damn bad we are in traffic because right this second all I want to do is show my wonderful wife how much I do love her and appreciate her. Joan you are my dream come true."
"Hold your thoughts sweetheart for when you return from Turkey. Get a taste for field work again and we'll work out the details on your return."
"Keep the bed warm for me as I'll be returning to a truly astonishing wife. Love you my dear wonderful wife Joan Campbell."
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"Hey, it's me again, Megan and I have been a little tired up. You know about the conversation Annie and I had and it has played havoc with my thoughts. For the first time in my life I can't see things as black and white anymore and there is huge amounts of grey creeping in. Tabib has asked me to move to his home, give up my hotel room and I did. Maybe that was the wrong move but it does get me closer to Tabib. The only thing I can't decide is the move to living with him because I'm falling in love or because of my story. That is the cloudy part, the oh so gray part and it is troubling for me. When I became a journalist is was with the thought of weeding out corruption and wrongdoing, to elevate to a higher standard of moral conscience and justice. You know all the great things of a dreamer but now I find myself having thoughts of pitching all that out the window for the love of a criminal. Truly I don't see that side of Tabib but know of it. I'm fighting an inter battle and have no idea which side will win. I need to go now and dress. Tabib is taking me to the dinner and theater tonight and I'm looking so forward to being with him. Talk to you guys later."