He pulled back his lips from hers and she shot a look at the camera.
"No light".
Lee took a step back and looked at her. "What the hell was that"?
"I don't know. You tell me"?
"I was playing a part", said Lee, knowing it was a lie.
"So, was I", she replied.
"Didn't feel like it", he said raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I could return the same comment to you. You thought they would need to be able to see your tongue in my mouth"?
"You're the one who opened it"!
"You started"!
"And you let out a moan of pleasure".
"Enough"! said Charlie finally. "Why are we even talking about this? We're wasting time".
"Exactly", said Lee.
"What's your name"?
"That's your first question"?
"Well, gee, excuse me, but I generally like to know the name of a guy who sticks his tongue in my mouth".
"Lee. Lee Christmas, "he paused for a second, "and this is not the way things were supposed to go".
"No shit, Sherlock. What did you have planned"?
"I don't know, dinner, drinks, bring you back to your place, talk about your arsenal, then maybe sex and not in a shower".
Charlie gave a little laugh and smiled.
"I'm sorry", she said as she took a step back.
"I'm generally a very honest person, so don't hold it against me, but I'm not sorry".
Charlie smiled again. Neither was she, but she didn't really want to admit it.
"What are you? CIA"?
"No. An independent group of mercenaries that sometimes helps Drummer and the CIA off the record".
"And Drummer hired you to get me".
"Yes".
"How did the CIA know where I was".
"Church got in contact and then we were able to infiltrate me".
"Why does Church want me? He keeps saying it's not personal but business, but he says it so often, I'm starting to think it's the opposite".
"Let's just say it's both but we don't have time to get into that right now. We need to find a way to get you off this plane and the only way to do that is when it's on the ground".
"That's not going to be easy. I'd been here for two days, when he landed to get you on board".
"I could mess around with the fuel, so that it empties out slowly, forcing them to land and refuel".
"Good idea, but a waste of time".
"Why"?
"Believe it or not, this baby gets refueled in air".
Lee's eyes opened wide. "What"?
"Yep, a tanker plane comes at regular intervals to refuel while we're flying".
"Are you sure"?
"Yes, I saw it the other day from the window, it's a military plane, that's for sure".
"Damn it. Then it won't work".
"It will have to land to get Church back on board, but I have no idea where and when".
"We can't let Church back on board".
"Why not"?
"Because, we've dealt with him before, he never lives up to his end of the deal and I'm afraid that".
She interrupted him. "That he'll kill me".
"And that is not an option".
She eyed him and his body language, facial expressions. "Why do I get the feeling that this is more than just a mission for you, that somehow it's personal"?
Lee realized that she was good, she was damn good at her job and that he had a lousy poker face. He looked at his watch.
"We only have a minute left before they turn the camera on. We need to think of another option and fast and this is the only place we'll be able to talk. What's on the rest of this plane"?
"I don't know, I've never been able to get further down to investigate".
"Fine, I'll try to find out".
He brought himself closer to her body. "Fifteen seconds. Don't take any offense in what I'm about to ask, but how good are you at faking an orgasm"?
She smirked. "Not something I've had to do before, so I guess we're about to find out".
He grabbed her leg by the thigh and pulled it up against his hip, positioning himself between her legs, making it look as real as possible. She started to moan and heave and yell of pleasure as she saw the red light turn back on. Lee gave her a couple of minutes of acting, then he let out a grunt as he let his head roll back, pretending to reach his.
He then pulled away, stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, got dressed and walked out without saying another word or even looking at her.
He headed back towards the control center and smirked as he looked at the guys.
"So"? asked one of them.
"I could do this every day", replied Lee. "That being said, the shower is not very comfortable. You think that next time you could turn off the surveillance in her quarters"?
"Turn it off? Hell no, but I know how we can give you some privacy".
Lee sat down intrigued. "Tell me".
"Church's quarters are at the end of the plane and there are no cameras back there".
"I like the idea, but won't he worry about not seeing her on a camera somewhere"?
"You don't know anything about technology do you"? replied the one in charge of the control room.
"Can't say that I do".
"All it takes it the recording of a couple of minutes and loop it on the uplink. Church won't have a clue".
"You", Lee said pointing to the young guy, "are my new best friend. Set it up for tomorrow night".
He stood. "And while she's recuperating in there, I'm going to go check out Church's quarters in reconnaissance".
All the men laughed. "You do that Casanova".