Title: The 355
By: greygoose70
Chapter 17
"You okay lieutenant," team member Sergeant Tito asked.
"Yeah," Krnic answered slowly rising to his feet. "Vest took the hit. Any of them Patricia Thorn?"
"Doesn't look like it," Tito responded comparing the picture he was holding to the women in front of him.
"Paul, you and Vic go check the office," Krnic ordered.
"I need a doctor," Sylvia declared. Medics are on the way," Tito replied.
Patricia straddled the moped she had stored in the basement of the adjoining building, fired up the motor and took off for the loading ramp, exited the building and out to an adjacent street. She knew she couldn't go home I-FOR probably had it staked out also but she did have a safe-house, so she headed there.
Somewhere over the Atlantic
"Well looks like this is a wasted trip except to bring Emily home," Rick said stuffing his phone into his pocket.
"Why is that," Kate asked?
"Because Beatrice is dead as well as the assassin Carisa Petrovich,"
"How! What happened!" Emily cried jumping out of her seat to come forward to take one of the seats across from Rick. The others doing the same to get the story from him.
"Seems the I-FOR team leader at the Tallmadge & Company location was shot when he tried to approached some women as they came out of the building, I'm guessing it was Petrovich that shot him. The rest of the team immediately open fired on them killing her in the process. Beatrice was hit twice in the stomach, died before medical help arrived. There was another woman injured also, a Sylvia Plansika, took a hit to the shoulder. Two other women were able to take refuge in a limo, they have been identified as Malena and Florina McKenna, cousins to Patricia. Patricia seems to have escaped capture."
"How is the I-FOR team leader," Ilsa asked?
"He's fine. The shot he took hit him in his BPV," Rick answered.
The Velise Mungose Apts., Podgorica
Patricia Thorn had chosen the Velise Mungose apartment complex as her safe house location for one reason only, it was close to the Russian Embassy. If she ever needed to get out of the country in a hurry all she has to do is make a phone call and it was time to make that call.
Interpol Headquarters, London
They were all gathered in Emily's office saying their goodbyes to Vittoria who was going to CERN to disable the remaining two antimatter devices. They had no useful purpose and their destructive properties were not worth the risk of future development.
"So now what," Ilsa asked her new four friends that included Kate, Emily, Jordan and Terri. She didn't need to include Rick he already is one.
"We need to find Patricia," Kate replied immediately. "You think she is still in Podgorica," Terri said.
"Probably but not for long," Rick injected.
"Where do you think she will go," Jordan inquired.
"Not sure but my best guesses are Turkey, Ukraine and Russia, with Russia being my top choice," Rick answered.
The Velise Mungose Apts., Podgorica
Patricia waited as the phone number she called rang. On the fourth ring her caller picked up saying, "Привет" (hello in Russian). She responded with "время пришло" (the time has come). To which the caller said "Два часа" (two hours), then hung up. She interpreted the answer, it telling her to be at the Embassy at 7:00AM the next morning to pick up her travel papers. All she needed to do now was get ready.
0630, Suite 614, The Pelham Hotel, London
God I love morning sex Kate's inner voice said. For the past hour Rick has kissed and caressed every part of my five foot, nine inch body. He has already caused me to have two orgasms, the first time with that amazing tongue of his then almost immediately a second time using two of his fingers against my G-spot. He is now perched over me ready to penetrate my pussy with that gorgeous cock of his. He has already rubbed the tip of it against my wet folds giving me cause to moan. I can never get enough of him. I have never been filled the way he fills me. I'm not afraid to experiment with him. "Yes, yes," I mouthed when in one swift move he buries himself completely into me. I nearly lose it when he starts a rotating motion that stimulates my clit with each pass. Oh good, he's starting to pull back to begin stroking that luscious rod of his in and out of me. He is so hard, so rigid, so unyielding so I squeeze and release my PCs (Pubococcygeal muscles) around it to elicit those deep guttural sounds from him, telling him I know he's feeling my pussy caress his dick. Ooh yes…I was born for this, made just for him, and I love it. Love him. I wrap my legs up around him to assure he stays deep inside me with each stroke. I feel its tip as it reaches my cervix the contact sending a thrill of excitement through me knowing only his length could get that deep. I lift my hips up to meet his as he starts his inward stroke our pelvis' meeting each time. We are slow at first, I am enjoying the sensation I feel as his member slides against my vaginal wall. "Harder, faster," I tell him as I feel his cock getting even more rigid. I reach between us, locate my clit begin rubbing it vigorously. I want us to reach our climax together. I suddenly hear him shout my name then feel it, the first of his creamy treasure as it enters me. It motivates me to join him so with one final pinch to my clit I explode along with him. I lay here now a barely coherent limp pile of bones. I have been fucked senseless. He has claimed me as his and I have come along willingly not wanting it any other way for at the same time I have claimed him as mine…always.
7:30AM, Podgorica Airport
She walked up to the check point not as Patricia Thorn but as Major Natasha Papvika, FSB-RF (Federal Security Bureau-Russian Federation). She is dressed in a black pantsuit and white button down blouse. Her hair is now black and in a shorter boy style cut. She sports granny style glasses and the three inch heeled boots she is wearing make her appear two inches taller than her normal five feet seven inches. She hands the officer her passport, credentials and travel papers who briefly scans through them, gives her one last look then stamps her passport and hands everything back to her. Major Natasha Papvika exits the terminal, walks out and boards the waiting Airbus-a320. A flight attendant closes the door and the pilot taxies the big bird out to the runway. Upon receiving clearance from the tower he pushed the throttles forward accelerating the plane to liftoff speed and becomes airborne where he directs it for its non-stop flight to Moscow.
THE END