So I'm very impressed with myself that I've managed to keep going with the updates to this whilst still going to work and keeping up with university. So this is the next chapter - a little longer than normal - but now were getting down to the good stuff before a little bit or fluffy cuteness next chapter. I'm sorry if this is dragging a little bit but I have so much I need to get between all the different sections that sometimes I get a little carried away. Again let me know what you think and as usaul none of the Harry Potter or Marvel universes belong to me, so without further ado, please enjoy. MsKittyBlack :)
A/N - Sumayya is pronounced Suw-maa-iy-yaa and generally means 'noble'.
Chapter 23 (1,627)
As Harry expected, the bass echoed through Harry as he made his way through the crowded dance floor to the bar, upon reaching it Harry beckoned the bar man over and with a quick request of "Scotch on the rocks" he turned around to take in the rest of the club. Scanning his eyes across the crowded dance floor Harry noticed it was your typical high-end club, loud music, flashing lights with a plethora of what looked to be rich people buying expensive drinks. Checking all the doors and exits with a practised eye Harry settled for watching the packed dance floor as he waited for his drink. Only moment later his drink was brought over from the bar man, Harry began reaching for his wallet to pay for the it when a tall redhead sauntered over in his direction.
"No Talik, Mr Conway is a guest if Mr Baclovitch, put it on his tab please." The Hostess placed her hand on his arm and smiled, "Mr Conway, yes." She was a pretty woman, tall and slender her hair was styled in messy waves down her back, the gentle smile on her face coaxed a response from him.
"James, please." Harry smiled as he took her hand, laying a light kiss there before he continued, "And your name?"
She let out a light laugh at his slightly flirty introduction "Sumayya, now James, Mr Baclovitch is in the overlook room, if you'll follow me please."
Together they began to make their way through the crowds, weaving through the dancers, Harry and Sumayya came to a steel industrial staircase guarded my two large men. She merely smiled as she made her way past, leading him up the stairs to a large metal door.
Upon entering Harry noticed the impressive heavy oak table in the centre of the room surrounded by the many different men – all of whom he was familiar with due to this morning's intelligence packet. At the back was a small bar with a tall barman in attendance, the room was aptly named, overlooking the entire club and the hive of activity below. The glass that separated them was sound proof as only the quiet echo of the bass could be heard and felt amongst the chatter of the men that had gathered.
Looking up Baclovitch made eye contact with Harry and stood, "Ah Mr Conway, you have found us. I trust you've been well attended to." He said eying up the drink in his hand, smiling Harry nodded.
"Yes I have thank you, I have a deep fondness of Scotch I must admit, my Sergeant Major introduced me to it whilst I was in the academy." Harry smiled at the real memories of his CO RSM Alexander 'Moose' Poole and the empty bottle of Scotch.
Nodding and smiling Baclovitch placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and indicated to the chair immediately to his left. Taking a seat Harry accepted the chips from Sumayya and waited for the next hand to be dealt.
"This is Mr James Conway, from London. He's a new acquaintance of mine, he'll be joining us tonight." Baclovitch nodded to the dealer to begin the round, "So tell me Mr Conway, what brings you to Turkey?"
"Business. The Turkish Military got in contact about merchandise they required and whilst I am more interested in the specialised equipment that is requested of me," Harry nods lightly to Baclovitch, "the sheer volume required for the various military forces is very lucrative."
"So, you would say you are a business man then?" Harry chuckled slightly as he laid his hand down, two pair, beating Baclovitch's pair of Kings.
"I would say I'm a facilitator, people come to me needing things and for the right price I find it for them, discreetly of course." Two men on the other side of the table nodded slowly as they observed their cards and placed their bets - if Harry remebered his intel packet correctly they were old school freinds Salim Kartal and Ata Terzi, Harry took in his cards and continued, "I provide services, depends on who the client is, how well I know them but I have been known to assist in other ways."
A gentleman at the end of the table by the name of Batur Akbas smiled slowly, as he waved the server over to bring him another drink, "I'll have another Scotch." Harry added on.
As the evening progressed much in the same manner, drinking and playing poker Harry quietly observed the men around the table noting the different dynamics for the MI6 team to evaluate. Harry was pleased that whilst it was clear to those present, he didn't play often, he did make money on the game. Harry stood as the evening came to an end and Baclovitch beckoned him over to the balcony, "Well Mr Conway. I'd say the boys like you, you didn't take all their money so their happy, yes?" He gave a smile and continued, "Do you have what I requested then?"
Harry smiled, he'd sent a message to a courier that was transporting the RQ-16 T-Hawk that Stark had obtained for him upon request and nodded to Baclovitch, gesturing to the rear door of the club. "It's in a transport van out back all ready for you."
As Harry and Baclovitch made their way outside, a matt black Ford transport van came into view with Remus and Romulus patiently standing guard at the front and the back of the van. Harry approached the back doors of the van and Remus promptly opened them and quickly stepped aside. Undoing the two latches on each side of the metal crate Harry stepped back to allow Baclovitch to check the cargo.
As quick as 10 minutes later Baclovitch resealed the cargo box and turned to Harry, "Mr Conway, all appears to be in order," summoning one of the guards from within the club from earlier in the evening, Harry noted the guard had arrived only a few minutes after himself. "Mr Popov will now take your account details to complete the money transfer."
Taking the nondescript phone and entering the memorised account details provided for his alias Harry double checked the information before handing the phone back to Mr Popov and pulling out his own phone. A few moments passed before the tell-tale alert came from his phone notifying Harry that the transfer had been complete.
"Well if that's everything Mr Baclovitch, I think I'd best be off." Baclovitch nodded in agreement and turned to escort Harry to the front of the club where his car was waiting to return him to his hotel. Standing by his waiting car Harry held out his hand to Baclovitch, "Pleasure doing business with you, you need anything else I'll see what I can do."
Harry opened his car door when Baclovitch spoke, "Indeed, Mr Conway but if I may, I have one more request of you. This one is most likely going to be even more specialised than even you are used to I think."
Harry turned to look at him, intrigue plainly written on his face, "Well now that sounds like a challenge."
"I'm in need of a specific piece of equipment, another drone to be specific." Harry looked at Baclovitch as the older man passed him a peice of folded paper with the details and ammuntions he wanted. Reading the paper he knew he shouldn't be surprised really considering that the first thing he's asked for was a surveillance drone. The Predator drone was very well known within the arms dealing circles that Baclovitch ran in so Harry already knew Stark would have a line on a few available on short notice.
"Well obviously we'll need to talk about price but that's something I can do. What's the timeframe that you had in mind?"
"I will be in need of the merchandise by the end of the week, Mr Conway. Obviously, I can adequately compensate you condsidering the short notice but unfortunatly it can be no later than Saturday." Harry nodded and held his hand out with a business card and his alias's details on, promptly receiving Baclovitch's in return.
"Well in that case I'll get everything sorted and I'll give you a call to sort out delivery details by tomorrow evening, is that okay with you?" Receiving a nod in understanding Harry shook his hand one last time before heading back to his car and sliding in to the back seat. Indicating to his driver to pull out Harry pulled out his phone once more making a note of the information he had gained tonight and the details for the next exchange.
Information recorded in his phone he checked the time, 2:26am. He knew that Soph would be touching down in almost exactly 8 hours, but he just wasn't tired right now. He had already done his work out and knowing he was going to be working out again anyway in a matter of hours he decided to simply hit the pool upstairs. After returning to his room and quickly changing he went straight to the Talise Ottoman pool, the room was impressive. It had high cream arches accented with aqua blue tiles on the pillars, they complemented the blue and maroon tile design at the bottom of the heated pool. Along the right-hand side of the room was a row of sofas in semi circles. He would have to bring Soph here after she had landed, she loved swimming even more than he did, it was the first thing she had told him when they had started getting to know each other. Laying his gown on the nearest sofa he slipped into the pool and began his laps.
It was only his watch beeping that let him know it had reached 3:30am, climbing out of the pool he dried himself off before wrapping himself in his gown once more and heading back toward his room to catch at least a few hours before his alarm went off at 8. He was going to sleep in for once, Soph was forever complaining about how early his alarm went off in the mornings. Smiling at the memory of her many rants on the topic and imerssed in the various memories that he missed the slight flicker of a shadow behind him in the far corner of the room.