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Crouching Tiger: Chapter 2
By Marissa
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"Jesus Mac, what'd he do to you?" Webb asked, kneeling to untie the knots that bound Mac to the chair.
"It's not what you think," she replied, standing and straightening her skirt. She was no longer crying, but the tearstains were still visible. "He was never going to hurt me."
"Did he tell you where he was going?"
"No, he may be Russian, but he's not that stupid. He did take a couple of passports with him though."
"You didn't happen to actually see the insides of the passports did you?" Mac shook her head. "Damn," Webb muttered. "How'd you know he'd come back here anyway? And why the hell did you come here alone?"
"I didn't know he would come back. It was actually pretty foolish of him actually, considering his position. And to answer your question, I came here alone because I needed some questions answered and I knew that he would never harm me."
"Yeah, he demonstrated that real well," replied Clayton, nodding towards the dinning room chair.
"That was only because he knew that I couldn't just sit back and let him leave. If anything, he was protecting *me*."
Webb nodded. "Did he tell you anything else?"
"He told me that he was born and grew up around Moscow, that his father was a lie, that his mother was a brainwashed Jane Doe suffering from amnesia and that his brother was actually a friend of his," she stated the facts coldly. There was no point in getting emotional now.
Clayton Webb shrugged. "Well, you have to give it to them. As stupid as we would like to think the Russians are, they're not."
"When did you find out?"
"That he was a spy? This morning. Unfortunately, his agency got to him first and that's why he was able to escape."
"Who would that be?"
"The RVS. Basically it's a newer version of the KGB, though the Russian's would never admit to it. The BKA, the German version of the FBI, got hold of a Russian spy late last night. The Germans don't have the kind of laws that we do concerning interrogations, if you get my meaning. Anyway, it wasn't long before he started talking. Among the names he mentioned, two of them were Russian spies based in America. One of whom was Harm Rabb Jr., also known as Ivan Arkadeyevick, code name Agent M."
"He wouldn't tell me his real name."
"That doesn't surprise me."
Mac sighed heavily. "So what do we do now?"
"Well, we'll pull a few strings and hope that our contacts in Russia will turn up something on him. Assuming that they do, though it's highly unlikely, we troop over there and arrest his ass."
"So basically we wait."
"Yes. So go home and get some sleep Mac. You'll be the first person I call if anything turns up."
"Where are you going?"
"Back to my office."
Mac smiled. "Need some company?"
Webb sighed. Had it been any other woman. "Sure."
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Harm arrived at Heathrow Airport in London feeling very worn out. He hadn't gotten any real sleep in over twenty-four hours and had only managed to doze on the plane, despite being in first class. He took a cab from the airport to the Green Tree hotel where he paid for his room with a credit card under a false name. He refused any help from the bellboy, instead carrying his own suitcase up the four flights of stairs to his modest suite. Though all he really wanted to do was sleep, there were more important matters to attend to. He unscrewed the ear-piece of the phone and placed a tiny scrambling device in it. It was probably unnecessary, but better safe than sorry. That in place, he dialed the number he had memorized in his head.
"Da?" the Russian voice asked.
"This is Agent M, six-zero-four-nine-two. Get me Dmitiry," Harm said rapidly in Russian.
"Just a moment please," Harm knew that they were checking his authorization code and then would check for voice verification. It took a few more moments before his call was forwarded.
"M? What's your situation?"
"I'm safe in London for the moment. When can I get out of here?"
"H will meet you in Green Park, next to the Palace entrance at thirteen hundred hours."
Harm glanced at the clock. That gave him less than seven hours. "I'll be there."
"You'll be briefed upon your return. Welcome home M." A sharp click signaled the end of the call.
Harm removed the scrambling device and collapsed onto the bed.
Crouching Tiger: Chapter 2
By Marissa
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"Jesus Mac, what'd he do to you?" Webb asked, kneeling to untie the knots that bound Mac to the chair.
"It's not what you think," she replied, standing and straightening her skirt. She was no longer crying, but the tearstains were still visible. "He was never going to hurt me."
"Did he tell you where he was going?"
"No, he may be Russian, but he's not that stupid. He did take a couple of passports with him though."
"You didn't happen to actually see the insides of the passports did you?" Mac shook her head. "Damn," Webb muttered. "How'd you know he'd come back here anyway? And why the hell did you come here alone?"
"I didn't know he would come back. It was actually pretty foolish of him actually, considering his position. And to answer your question, I came here alone because I needed some questions answered and I knew that he would never harm me."
"Yeah, he demonstrated that real well," replied Clayton, nodding towards the dinning room chair.
"That was only because he knew that I couldn't just sit back and let him leave. If anything, he was protecting *me*."
Webb nodded. "Did he tell you anything else?"
"He told me that he was born and grew up around Moscow, that his father was a lie, that his mother was a brainwashed Jane Doe suffering from amnesia and that his brother was actually a friend of his," she stated the facts coldly. There was no point in getting emotional now.
Clayton Webb shrugged. "Well, you have to give it to them. As stupid as we would like to think the Russians are, they're not."
"When did you find out?"
"That he was a spy? This morning. Unfortunately, his agency got to him first and that's why he was able to escape."
"Who would that be?"
"The RVS. Basically it's a newer version of the KGB, though the Russian's would never admit to it. The BKA, the German version of the FBI, got hold of a Russian spy late last night. The Germans don't have the kind of laws that we do concerning interrogations, if you get my meaning. Anyway, it wasn't long before he started talking. Among the names he mentioned, two of them were Russian spies based in America. One of whom was Harm Rabb Jr., also known as Ivan Arkadeyevick, code name Agent M."
"He wouldn't tell me his real name."
"That doesn't surprise me."
Mac sighed heavily. "So what do we do now?"
"Well, we'll pull a few strings and hope that our contacts in Russia will turn up something on him. Assuming that they do, though it's highly unlikely, we troop over there and arrest his ass."
"So basically we wait."
"Yes. So go home and get some sleep Mac. You'll be the first person I call if anything turns up."
"Where are you going?"
"Back to my office."
Mac smiled. "Need some company?"
Webb sighed. Had it been any other woman. "Sure."
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Harm arrived at Heathrow Airport in London feeling very worn out. He hadn't gotten any real sleep in over twenty-four hours and had only managed to doze on the plane, despite being in first class. He took a cab from the airport to the Green Tree hotel where he paid for his room with a credit card under a false name. He refused any help from the bellboy, instead carrying his own suitcase up the four flights of stairs to his modest suite. Though all he really wanted to do was sleep, there were more important matters to attend to. He unscrewed the ear-piece of the phone and placed a tiny scrambling device in it. It was probably unnecessary, but better safe than sorry. That in place, he dialed the number he had memorized in his head.
"Da?" the Russian voice asked.
"This is Agent M, six-zero-four-nine-two. Get me Dmitiry," Harm said rapidly in Russian.
"Just a moment please," Harm knew that they were checking his authorization code and then would check for voice verification. It took a few more moments before his call was forwarded.
"M? What's your situation?"
"I'm safe in London for the moment. When can I get out of here?"
"H will meet you in Green Park, next to the Palace entrance at thirteen hundred hours."
Harm glanced at the clock. That gave him less than seven hours. "I'll be there."
"You'll be briefed upon your return. Welcome home M." A sharp click signaled the end of the call.
Harm removed the scrambling device and collapsed onto the bed.