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And to my new British friend, lovelyja ! thank you for keeping me in line with British terminology! That way I wouldn't offend you Brit blokes! ;)
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I'm going to apologize in advance as this chapter will have quite a few cuss words…okay a lot! But for this story, it is necessary.
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INTERPOL Intrigue / Spooks Beguiled – Chapter 25
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"Put her in here, Ivan."
The two men dumped Emily on a chair roughly in the warehouse which was a few kilometers from the Museum.
Emily was awakening but the giant lump and pain in the back of her neck was something awful and making her sick to her stomach, her hands were bound in front of her with plastic twist tie but thankfully her legs were not.
Blinking her eyes opened, she saw that she was in a warehouse and there were crates about her.
"Well, well, well, I guess Sleeping Beauty awakens," Emily heard a feminine voice to her right, it had a thick Russian accent.
"Where am I?" Emily asked.
The dark-haired female came and stood in front of her, "You are our guest, Agent Prentiss, make yourself comfortable."
Emily grinned, "You seem to know who I am. But I don't know you…how about introductions…you know we're in Jolly Old Britain, home of the overly polite."
"But you're American, Agent Prentiss. But we'll play your game, I like to play games anyways while we wait for…it doesn't matter." She hesitated as she glanced at someone behind Emily. "I'm Elizabeta. And my friend over there is Oleg but I'm sure you've heard about us."
Emily nodded as Oleg moved into her vision on her right. Oleg had short dark hair as well but his demeanor was anything but pleasant. No, he exuded evil, Emily could sense he enjoyed pain; he was wearing a dark jacket but his neck was exposed and it was marked with the typical Russian prison tattoos; this was Lucas' prison guard and he was the one responsible for marking him as well.
Two other men with heavy beards were standing on either side of Emily.
Glancing over to Elizabeta, Emily saw that she had dark hair and cold features; she wondered what Lucas saw in her, there was no warm or humor in her eyes, it was as if she had no feelings, no emotions within. Emily felt a cold shiver running through her spine.
"Nice to meet you folks," Emily nodded at them. "How's the weather out there?"
Elizabeta exchanged confused looks with Oleg and looked back at Emily, "You Americans are strange people, always talking about the weather. I don't see what's so special about the weather. It's always so dreary here in London. I absolutely hate it here." She sneered at it.
Oleg glanced at his watch and spoke in Russian to Elizabeta, "I'm off to meet with your father at the Station with him. You're meeting with that Yank bitch?"
Emily jerked her chin up as she was tied up, "Your father, Arcady Kachimov…wasn't he imprisoned in here for a while?"
Elizabeta looked at Emily angrily, "Do not talk about Papa!" She walked over and slapped Emily hard.
But Emily grinned, "Aw, guess I hit a nerve with dear ol' Daddy. He must be some great man in your heart, Elizabeta."
"What are you talking about!"
"I'm just saying, he's training you to take over his little empire and what about the son-in-law? What's his place in the family business?" She looked over at Oleg.
"Don't listen to the bitch, Elizabeta. She is lying!" He looked over to his men and said in Russian, "Give her something she'd remember!"
The two men began to hit and punched Emily in the face and upper body until they knocked her out of the chair.
"Enough!" Elizabeta exclaimed to them in Russian as they put her back on the chair. Her phone rang and she was looking at it.
Elizabeta nodded, "My contact will be here in two hours, I sent her a reply, she will be meeting us when she clears customs."
Oleg nodded, "She better deliver the money or she won't leave this country."
Elizabeta waved him off, "Just go, Oleg, I'll handle it from here."
He came over and kissed her roughly, "Remember who is in charge, my dear."
Elizabeta frowned for a moment and then relaxed and looked at him and smiled coldly, "I have not forgotten, my husband."
He smiled at her lovingly as he stroked her cheek softly, "Soon we'll get out of this godforsaken place and get back to the Motherland and live together as man and wife."
She placed her hand on his chest, "All in due time, Oleg. Now take Lucenchk and go meet Papa."
Oleg frowned, "Don't call him that! He is not yours anymore!" He turned to look at Emily and grinned. "This bitch here is fucking him now, maybe we should bring him out and let her see him one last time."
Elizabeta turned to look at Emily as well, "Yes, she may cry over him and all that, Oleg you're being sentimental. Fine, we'll give them their final moments together." She waved her hand while keeping the other one holding the gun still pointing at Emily.
Oleg laughed, "Why are you still pointing the gun at her? You've got her tied down, she's not going anywhere."
Elizabeta glared at her husband, "You forget, she's FBI agent, I don't trust these foreign government agents."
Oleg shrugged, "Ah well, time's wasting…I'll be back." He left.
Elizabeta walked slowly, never taking her eyes off Emily as she switched to English, "We have a little surprise for you Agent Prentiss. To tell the truth, you shouldn't have trusted him, he is actually working for the Russians, for us…but he is what he is, a traitor. He'll even betray you." She looked up and watched Oleg and Lucas walked out to them.
Lucas, his shirt still unbuttoned, looked slightly groggy as he was led by Oleg and was now standing in front of Emily.
Lucas frowned as he eyed Emily who was bruised; one of her eyes was beginning to swell and darken, her cheek was swollen. Her lip was cut and bleeding, blood was dripping down her chin.
Lucas sneered at her, "Who did this to her?"
"Ivan and Gregoriah over here, she was being a little … mouthy." Oleg said.
Lucas looked up at the two men, "Good work men." He smiled at them. They returned his smile and nodded.
Emily frowned at him, "Lucas…What is going on…I…?"
He looked back at her, "What Emily?" He knelt in front of her, "Just because we had a great fuck, doesn't mean we're engaged and all." He reached out and stroked her lower jaw and suddenly gripped her neck roughly, and continued, "Don't read too much into our relationship, my dear. It was great while it lasted, you were a fantastic lay, I enjoyed every moment you gave me." He leaned in and kissed her roughly and trailed his kisses up to her ear and then he pushed her away and stood up.
"Why did you bring her here?" Lucas demanded in Russian. "She will ruin our plans."
Oleg grinned, "Oh, we'll finish her, don't worry. I won't forget she is the one responsible for fucking up our plans in Syria."
Lucas looked at Elizabeta, "See that you do, Elizabeta. Let's go Oleg." Lucas began to walk away as Oleg followed him.
Oleg chuckled, "I love it, he is so fucking eager, come on boys." The two men began to move.
Oleg turned around to Elizabeta, "Don't forget to clean the mess, darling! And deliver that package."
His wife waved at him, "Go, go…I'll take care of this…little house keeping…" She turned to face Emily with a grin. Changing back to speaking in English, "And I'll enjoy mopping up for once."
Emily's head was down, she was crying.
Elizabeta was shaking her head, "Aw, don't cry, Agent Prentiss. Lucas is simply not worth it. I was briefly married to him too. I loved him for just a little bit, he was a wonderful man, very…how do you say it in English… ah yes…passionate."
"Wha…?"Emily whispered
Elizabeta moved closer to Emily and repeated, "He is very passionate in bed, no?"
Emily nodded sadly as tears continued to flow, "I thought he was the one…"
Elizabeta laughed, "Ah men, they will certainly break your heart easily. Look at my husband, Oleg…all those years he worked in prison and all the sacrifices I made for him," she looked out in the distance but shook her head and looked back at Emily, "Don't pity them. Men are all alike. They don't respect women. They think they are smarter than us."
"But I can't believe he lied to me." Emily looked away sadly.
Elizabeta came closer and held Emily's chin and turned to face her, "Listen, you're not the only one Lucas had professed his love for, there was another one…her name was…Maya…it was a long time ago. His first love. You know what they say about first love? It matters a lot to a man. Get over him. Lucas is a piece of shit. He is not worth it. Oh, he is good while it lasted, he was a good …" she frowned as she couldn't get the word.
"You are thinking of lynbovnik? Lover?" Emily said.
Elizabeta paled as she stared at her, "You can speak Russian?"
"Speak, read, and write." She said to her in Russian as she reared back and banged her head against Elizabeta's forehead, knocking her off her balance as she fell back a few feet and dropping her gun at the same time.
Emily stood as much as she could with the chair still bound to her back while Elizabeta was trying to get her bearings, the knock on her head had made her dizzy.
Speaking in Russian, Emily grinned, "Feeling okay, Elizabeta? Did I hit you too hard?"
Emily fell to the floor, grunted hard on impact as the metal chair dug into her back but she absorbed the pain as she grabbed the gun in time as Elizabeta had gotten up and was rushing after her.
Emily fired three shots and Elizabeta fell right on top of her. "Stay down, you dumb Russian bitch!"
"OOF!" She grunted more as her impact made the chair hurt even harder as well as her face,
"This is just great! …Should have laid off the pastries and the pirogis,they're a killer for your hips Elizabeta!" She tried to move around the dead body as best she could while still bound to the chair. "They never teach you how to get out of a jam like this in training. Memo to self" Emily muttered as she struggled and wriggled herself out of the ropes they had tied her body to the chair. "Put this into exercises; how to get out, when you're bound. Give subjects different scenarios." She looked about her and saw she was definitely alone and began to shimmy out of her sweat pants and fell off the chair completely. "Not bad, Prentiss. But I'm not doing this in front of the guys during training though." She stood up in her sweats and panties and bare feet and began to giggle.
"Boy, if they could see me now, I guess I better get my sweats back on."Not an easy thing to do when your hands are still tied together.
It took her more than ten minutes to put back her sweat pants on as she began to look about the ware house for a cutter.
"Oh, for heavens' sake! Is this not a ware house?" She said angrily as she was looking in the small room and saw something in a corner…a knife!
She recognized the knife; it was Lucas'! He must have been here all this time.
Grabbing it she began to cut the twist tie, dropping it a couple of times but soon she was free.
Pocketing the knife in her sweatpants, she moved out again and went over to the body of Elizabeta and searched her body and found her cell phone and also the gun.
Emily remembered Elizabeta had said her contact would be here soon…
"Elizabeta?"
Emily whipped her head and saw Beth Clemmons standing before her.
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End of Chapter 25