"What do I need to do, Mr. White?" David asked again in his head as he and Mr. White entered an underground bunker. From the outside, it looked to be really run down, but the inside was totally different. David was amazed by the sight.

To the left of him were black and red Fords parked. To his right were two male members practicing fighting with knives. A speaker in the far right was playing opera music. All around him were members of the Ghosts of the KGB, watching him.

Every Ghost member was different: some were big and buff looking, some were short, and some were about the same size as him, there even females standing around. Every member had the organization's tattoo on their arms, had finger-less gloves, and wore a mask or sunglasses to hide their identity.

"Welcome to the family, David," Mr. White smiled as they walked to his office. "Here, we turn people like you into the best assassins the world has ever seen. For every time you complete a contract, you rise in rank, but failure to kill your target will cost you," Mr. White stopped outside his office and called another member over to him.

David saw that the man was missing three fingers, his right ear, and left eye. He felt like puking at the sight of him. Then without warning, Mr. White drew a knife and killed the disfigured Ghost assassin. "What the hell!" David shouted. "Why did you kill him?"

Mr. White shrugged. "I just felt like making a point to you about failing." Then the two of them entered the office. Mr. White than sat down in a chair next to a desk facing David.

"Have a seat, David." He said. David took a seat and faced Mr. White.

The next day, Elizabeth cursed under her breath as she stepped out from under the cover of the school's drop off area. The sky was dark, belying the time of 4 in the evening. Drops of rain had already started to blotch the sparkling white tiles at the entrance to the magnificent private school she worked at. It was times like this that she wished she had stayed home with Fisk and didn't have to teach.

The rumble of thunder brought her back to the present and the more pressing task of getting to her car. She raised her briefcase over her head and stepped out into the light drizzle. Her heels clipped smartly across the cemented sidewalk as she walked briskly. The wind was blowing strongly now and she had to keep one hand on her dress to prevent it from billowing upwards. Her steps became faster as the rain drops started becoming heavier.

"Damn it!" She cried as she pulled the briefcase from the top of her head and grabbed it to her chest, making it easier for her to run. The rain was starting to pelt down now and Elizabeth cursed again as her hair started to get wet and limp. She was hardly 50 feet away from her car when the skies opened and torrents of rain poured down, soaking her to her skin.

Don't do this to me now! Elizabeth thought sadly. Shivering slightly, she ran the remaining distance to her car and quickly opened the car door, throwing her briefcase in before she swung herself into the drivers seat. The windows started to mist up with her body heat and the difference in temperature outside. Elizabeth turned on the air-conditioning, watching as the windscreen started to demist. Her feet squished in her shoes and she kicked them off, thankful that she drove an automatic. Shivering slightly, she put the car into gear and pulled out into the traffic.

The heavy rain beat like a drum on the roof of her car and she had to squint out at the curtain of rain pounding her windscreen. But unknown to her was the black Ford following her. The driver of the Ford watched her carefully, making mental notes of every turn she took.

He glanced at his watch and realized she would make it back to Fisk's house in ten minutes. And it wasn't long before Elizabeth was back in her neighborhood.

As she turned into Fisk's driveway, she pressed the automatic garage door opener. Nothing happened. "Shit!" Elizabeth said softly to herself. "Why doesn't the remote work?!" She drove in closer and kept pressing the button on the remote. Still, nothing happened.

From the other side of the street, the driver of the Ford pulled out his radio. "This Agent T-9, Elizabeth has just arrived at Agent Black's house, over," he said. Mr. White's voice crackled new orders.

"Stay out of sight, but keep a close eye on her," he told Agent T-9.

"This is getting to be ridiculous." She grumbled. Elizabeth parked the car in the driveway and turned to look for the umbrella she usually kept in the car. It wasn't to be found and she realized she had forgot to pack it. "Pretty stupid Elizabeth," she muttered. "Now your gonna get soaked again."

She waited for the rain to abate a little before she flung the door open and ran to the house. She fiddled with her keys and finally entered Fisk's house, leaving a little puddle on the floor.

"Errr... Hi Elizabeth."

Elizabeth spun round to see Fisk sitting at the dining table with three other men and two women, books, maps, and laptops sprawled all over the table. She knew one of the girls, it was Red. And she knew his step-brother Ryan. The others Elizabeth had no idea who they were.

"You're all wet Elizabeth..." Fisk said as his friends stared at his girlfriend. "...you'd better dry off."

"Y-yes, I will." Elizabeth mumbled, as she realized that all men's eyes were on her. Turning quickly, she headed for the bedroom she shared with Fisk.

"Oh man! You never told us your girlfriend was a babe," Ryan said to Fisk.

"Did you see those tits on her?"one of the men said.

"And that ass...oh wow! Her ass is almost as tight as yours Red," Ryan said to Red, giving a smack to the rear.

"Shut up Ryan, or you're not getting anymore of it."Red warned him.

Fisk frowned. "Guys! Come on! That's my girlfriend you're talking about. Please.!"

Later that night, Fisk felt like taking a shower. He pulled off his t-shirt and pulled down his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers. He looked at himself in the mirror. Fisk admired himself, there wasn't a single sign of fat on him, only muscle. Damn, I look good. He thought to himself.

Just then Elizabeth walked into the bathroom, wearing only a bath robe. She picked up his t-shirt and jeans. "I'll bring you a towel, Fisk," she said, walked out of the bathroom, carrying his dirty clothes.

Fisk stared at her behind as she left. He watched the sway of her hips and the way her ass shook under her bathrobe. The robe's length itself was not doing him any favors as well, leaving a lot of her thighs exposed. It caused his dick to grow in size. He thought about jerking off in the shower to relieve himself, but Elizabeth returned.

Then, right before Fisk's eyes, Elizabeth untied and opened her robe. "I'll join you in the shower," she said.

Fisk's eyes widened and his jaw hung open as Elizabeth unceremoniously revealed her body to him. She casually shrugged the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool on the ground, as if she was the only one in there. Then she stepped into the shower.

Fisk quickly pulled down his boxers. Stepping out of his boxers, he joined Elizabeth in the shower, self-conscious about his fully erect member.

Elizabeth did not seem to pay any attention to it. She simply turned the water on and waited for it to reach a suitable temperature. When she was sure it was hot enough, she stepped into the stream of water. Fisk did the same.

As the water soaked their bodies, Fisk kept looking at Elizabeth, lust burning in his eyes. She was so beautiful. Her blond hair, her blue eyes, and her slender body drove him mad. If he didn't do something now, then he would have to deal with his hard on after she went to sleep.

"Elizabeth, I want you now." Fisk told her, then he effortlessly lifted her up, pinning her against the wall opposite the showerhead.

Elizabeth looked at her boyfriend. "Now," She said as she ran her hands up and down his side, holding his body in place with hers. "Do you remember where we left off before you had to leave on business?"

"I do indeed," Fisk replied softly. Their lips locked once again. Elizabeth brought her hand to the side of his face, gently caressing it as she pushed into the kiss. Soon after, Fisk's fully erect member poked at her stomach. Forgoing straight penetration, Elizabeth decided to try a little foreplay. She didn't break the kiss as her hand slid its way down Fisk's front. Finding his member, she gave it a few light pumps before before pushing Fisk onto his back.

"I'm going to be you cowgirl, Fisk. And you..." She said, kissing him again. "...are going to be my stud."

Fisk looked up at her and smiled. "Then hop on and enjoy the-"

CRASH! SMASH! CRASH!

The sound of breaking glass interrupted Fisk and Elizabeth. Jumping up, Fisk rushed into the bedroom, grabbed his .44 magnum and rushed outside. The first thing he saw was the windows on his car broken, his head lights bashed in and the tires were slashed. He was to late to see who did it, but Elizabeth had a pretty good idea on who was responsible for the damage.

"This has David written all over it," she said to Fisk. He could only look sadly at his car.

"Yeah, but who knows what he will do next," Fisk replied.

The next day, Fisk and Elizabeth decided to go a vacation with their friends. This was so they could get away from David. As they waited for Lucy and her boyfriend Tommy to come and pick them up, Fisk spotted the black Ford parked across the street. It had been there since the night David went to town on Fisk's car.

Better keep an eye on that Ford. Fisk told himself. Not long after that, Fisk and Elizabeth were enjoying their road trip with Tommy and Lucy. Fisk kept an eye out for that black Ford he saw parked, and his hunch was correct, it was following them. Years in the field as an agent taught him that one should deal with the threat, but he could do it without putting the others in danger.

He quickly thought up a plan that was sure to work. "Pull over Tommy, I feel kind of sick!" Fisk lied. Tommy looked over his should at Fisk. To him, it seemed like Fisk was really sick. So, he pulled over into the parking lot of an old gas station. "Thanks," Fisk groaned and rushed to the bathroom behind the building.

The black Ford drove up and parked next to the van. The driver and the passenger both got out and headed for the bathroom.

It was clear to Fisk that the men had indeed followed him into the bathroom. As he stood at the sink, washing his hands, the driver walked up behind him. He stopped, pointed a silenced Beretta .25 at the back of Fisk's head, and pulled the trigger.

But Fisk's head wasn't there. Fisk's fist was half through the driver's liver. Fisk's other hand was crushing all eight bones in his right wrist. The Beretta went flying.

"I'll get him, Rick!" The passenger shouted as he tried to draw his Beretta 9mm, but Fisk struck him in the throat with his fist. The passenger could grasp at his throat as he chocked to death, but Rick took this as his chance to strike.

The two of them went careening off the walls, fighting to over power the other. They hit a locked stall and popped it open. Rick tripped Fisk to the floor, dropping him at the feet of an old man.

"Hey, what the hell is going on!?" the old man shouted. Fisk was able to kick Rick off of him and out of the stall. Fisk rolled to his feet and went after him. The old man just sat there, stunned.

Fisk lunged toward Rick, who was turned away, moaning and holding his stomach. It was a trap. Fisk barely avoided the disemboweling sweep of Rick's K-bar knife. Rick swung forehand, backhand, driving Fisk back. He forced back until he was up against the wall. Rick then tried to stab Fisk, but he countered with an elbow to the face. Thinking fast, Fisk then grabbed Rick by his ponytail and smashed his head repeatedly against the porcelain sink. When he let go, Rick sagged to the floor dead.

Fisk glanced in at the old man still sitting in the stall. He seemed to be alright, at least physically.

"Sorry about this, sir," said Fisk, and hurried away, past two dead bodies, which lay in a shallow pool of blood.

Interior by Fisk.

When Fisk returned to the van, Elizabeth and the others looked at him. "What was all that noise?" Lucy asked. Clearly, the three of them had heard the fight take place in the bathroom. Fisk looked at them, the black Ford and the station.

"Those two guys who were driving the Ford just tried to mug me," Fisk said, he was only bending the truth rather than lying. Lucy and the others believed him and piled back into the van and drove off. Along the way, Elizabeth fell asleep next to Fisk.

When Elizabeth awoke, she discovered that it was already night time and she lay alone in the backseat of the car. That's when she realized they were at a hotel. She found a room key resting by her head so she grabbed her bags and headed to the room printed on the key.

Inside, she found Lucy giving Tommy a shoulder rub and Fisk just coming out of the shower. Lucy smiled at her.

"Well, look here. It's sleeping beauty." Lucy shook her head and walked to her suitcase. "Tommy and I are going to take a long shower and then we're going to sleep for a few hours." She said and Tommy joined her in the bathroom. And almost right away, the sound of Lucy and Tommy having hot shower sex was heard.

Fisk and Elizabeth faced each other across the now empty hotel room. The space between them vanished as they hurried to each other.

Fisk swept a hand around his girlfriend's waist and lifted her so that her mouth met his in a hot, wet kiss. Their tongue's tangled as Elizabeth's legs came up around Fisk's waist. He settled his hands on her sweet ass and helped her to move against him. He was rock hard once again. And for the rest of the night, Fisk and Elizabeth made out.

But they were unaware that Mr. White was watching them.

Looks like Mr. White is hot on the trail of Fisk. Will Fisk be able to keep Elizabeth safe? Or will he fall to the Ghosts of the KGB? Please leave reviews. And thanks for all the support.