Chapter 17

AN - Okay so I am defiantly begging for your forgiveness here. I am a horrible author for not updating in so many days I can't actually count them and I will be amazed if anyone is actually still reading this but in my defense I had to care for two young cousins for a week and by the time I got back to the story I had lost the thread. I promise I will update sooner next time and we are getting into the actual mission now. Thanks again for the reviews I do greatly appreciate them. Sadly I don't own any of this material it all belongs to JK Rowling and Marvel. Enjoy the chapter :)

Stepping out of the plane, Harry swiftly placed his overly priced sunglasses on in a vain attempt to reduce the alarming amount of glare coming from the air strip. Looking around he made a quick evaluation of his surroundings. Ahead he could see the large building that made up Istanbul Ataturk Airport, its glass paneled walls making an imposing figure on the horizon. Harry turned back to the two bodyguards hired by his alias this morning as muscle. Nodding his head at one of them, Remus, if he had caught his code name correctly, who was taller than the other but no less deadly, swiftly took his place to the right of Harry while his companion, Romulus, grabbed a young baggage handler to sort out Harry's luggage before placing himself on Harry's left.

Forcing himself to focus, Harry stepped onto the tarmac and began the short walk to the arrivals lounge. Going through customs took longer than Harry would have liked but mainly involved a lot of waiting in line. Irritating but not actually damaging in anyway.

As Harry walked into the arrivals area he saw a young man in a suit, surely no older than 20, with 'Mr James Conway' written on a white board. Raising his hand slightly Harry beckoned the young man over and without a word gestured for the young driver to relieve the baggage handler of his luggage.

"Oh yes Sir, right away. Car's just in front of you Sir" the young driver said quickly. Taking charge of the bags he placed them in the boot and rushed around to open the door for Harry.

Harry waited for the young man and nodded his head slightly when he quickly opened the door and was given a pleasant smile in return. Settling in the car he said "Jumeirah Pera Palace Hotel" before glancing quickly at his watch, seeing 11:38 he add, "if you get me there before lunch I'll give you an extra 40 lira." Harry quickly calculated in his head that it was roughly £10 so that should be incentive enough.

Smiling the driver eagerly nodded his head and pulled out of the bar into the stream of traffic heading toward town centre.

Watching the crowds and buildings going past Harry took the opportunity to talk to his two bodyguards, "Right - down to business, you will address me as Mr Conway at all times, your room is attached to mine but at no time are you allowed entrance into my room unless I am dying is that understood?" His tone was cold and uncaring, a vast contrast to his normal manner. He shook himself slightly, trying to forget all traces of his usual self, instead embrace his role of suspicious bastard.

Both men gave a "Yes Sir" in response before Harry continued.

"During meetings you will wait outside and if I have a lunch meeting you will eat at the same time I do on a separate table. Obviously in a position that accommodates you, okay"

The men nodded their heads before returning to a comfortable silence. Harry sat back slightly and allowed his thoughts to wander back to the morning at headquarters.

"… because if I'm being honest with myself Soph… I … well… I love you too." Harry stood there shoulders slumped in relief at finally being able to voice his feelings. Slowly Sophia turned to look at Harry, disbelief written across her face.

She smiled slightly when their eyes met, "You do?" She said so quietly that had it not been for their close proximity to one another Harry wasn't sure he would have heard her. In fact she was so close he could see the pale dusting of freckles across her nose, smell the scent of warm skin, and a hint of the fruity shampoo she kept in her locker. They had kissed before of course, but that had been different, urgent intense, a prelude to encounters which were intensely pleasurable, but ultimately meaningless. This was different. A beginning, but if things didn't go his way on this op, the last thing she would have to remember him by. One hand cradled the back of her head drawing her towards him as he bent to find her lips with his….

"We're here Sir." Harry's head snapped around to look at the driver, his mind having wandered to bittersweet memories he had not realized they had arrived at their destination. Looking toward the now open door Harry exited the car. He turned to look at the young driver, an expectant look on his face as he stood before him.

Confused Harry tilted his head slightly, "Sorry Sir, it's just… well it's, it's 11:49 Sir and well…" The young man drifted off at the end and realization dawned upon Harry. Letting out a small sound of understanding Harry collected the required money and handed it over to the eager young man.

"As promised." Harry gave the young man a small nod to the driver before swiftly turning away and entering the hotel lobby.

As he approached the door was held open for him and he swiftly entered the golden and white tiled lobby, he quickly looked around for the reception desk before seeing it neatly placed in the back left hand corner. Running a quick hand through his hair he made his was over to the desk.

As he approached a young woman turned to him and gave him an alarmingly big smile, "Hello Sir welcome to the Jumeirah Pera Palace Hotel, how can I help you today." She was clearly not from around here, her pale skin and lack of an accent was an obvious give away.

"I'm James Conway, I have a booking for a presidential suite." He said giving the young woman a charming smile as he lent slightly on the desk. The woman gave a small nod and a shy smile before searching for the information.

"Ah yes, here we are Mr Conway. I presume you only want one room key?" She said glancing up at him, Harry nodded.

"Only person going up there is me…" Harry pocketed the card before turning back to the receptionist and giving her a charming smile, "unless I happen to invite a gorgeous woman up and then that's an entirely different story is it not. Thank you, by the way."

Turning away he made his way over to the elevators and went up to the 12th floor. As he arrived on the floor he was met by an older man. Baclovitch. Harry could recognize him anywhere. Giving him a curt nod Harry made his way out of the elevator taking one more glance at the arms dealer before making his way over to his room.

Entering the room he gestured to the brothers to take the smaller room to the left and made his way into his larger suite. The room was nearly as big as his whole apartment back at headquarters, the bed was large and drowning in pillows. Smirking at a rather pleasant memory that suddenly came to mind involving copious amounts of said pillows and a night spent doing anything but sleeping with Soph.

Shaking his head he noticed his baggage in the corner and set about unpacking and putting relevant information to his legal arms deals in the safe and placing the obligatory gun under his pillow, having removed at least 6 cushions, and a hunting knife in the dresser next to the bed.

Then taking out his burner phone he entered the necessary code to unlock the phone he sent a quick text to his 'brother' saying he had arrived and should be underway with the deal in a few days at least. The contact wasn't actually his brother but fellow agent Rowan Marshall. Noting the time Harry quickly washed his face and changed shirts to lessen the smell of airplane before exiting the room, Remus and Romulus close behind him, and made his way down to the restaurant to meet his contact for the sales to the Turkish Military.