As I promised: Tony DiNozzo, Very Special Agent, will return in: Scorpia Rising V

Chapter 11

It was hot. Everything farther than a few meters seemed to be blurry. Water was thought on the streets but actually everything was covered in dust. Everything was coated by this thin film of brown and grey stones and little pieces of debris and – dust.

She was walking through this city, aware of its piteous appearance, but knowing that this town was so much more than – dusty. She heard the sirens of ambulances, coming too late to a crime scene.

She heard the sirens of police cars, coming too late to arrest the criminals. And even if they succeeded, the thugs would be free within hours again. So much corruption, so many paid cops, so much crime in one city, it was unbelievable.

She felt the eye pairs staring at her while she was walking on the dirty pavement, she seemed so much different than her environment.

All men glanced in her direction, she was beautiful and obviously using that gift. She turned right and left the people behind. The change of the district she was now walking through is abrupt. Most people avoided this quarter, even at bright daylight.

She didn't, she wasn't afraid of anything right now. It seemed abandoned here but she knew where to go. She entered the empty warehouse where half of all windows were already broken and where nobody cared for the dust layers that covered everything.

Inside it is cooler than in the city, sunlight could hardly heat the huge hall up. She crossed the room and men looked up. They didn't say anything but stared after her, exchanging looks.

Caroline entered a smaller room. Her eyes fixed immediately on the creature on the chair in the middle. It was a man, scarcely recognizable.

His suit was torn apart, shoes and tie were laying on the ground, his clothes soaked in blood, most of it already dried, although some of the reddish-brown liquid was still flowing out of his nose.

He looked up as well, not believing such a pretty woman entering the room. But she only glanced at the other persons in the room. One of the three men was just wiping his bloody fist with a small towel.

"He won't talk," he explained and nodded to the bleeding man in the centre.

"Can you make him talk?" one of the other man asked doubtfully.

"Tell me what you know already," Caroline answered with a neutral voice and regarded the tools on a table on her left.

She walked over to have a closer look and picked up some of the devices while the first man started declaring: "He says he works for NCIS but we know better." He paused and waited for questions, but none came.

Surprised that the woman didn't ask what 'NCIS' meant, he continued: "He's a foreign spy. When we can trust our information, he works for Mossad."

Now interested, Caroline looked up and shortly around to eyeball the man again, raising an eyebrow, before turning back to the torture devices.

"Can you trust your information?" she asked, her voice not showing any specific curiosity.

"We may be not equipped as the American Intelligence Services, but we have our men in certain positions as well. This man," he said and pointed at the gasping person tied on the chair, "is not Special Agent Jake Ryan from NCIS but Amir Ishay from Israeli Mossad."

"Your contact," the dark brown-haired said and turned around to the man, "where is he from?"

The man hesitated to answer but only threw the white and now red-sparkled towel on the table so that Caroline asked: "Tel Aviv?"

Slowly, the man nodded folded his arms in expectations. "Make him talk," he ordered, his voice not becoming friendly.

Despite his demand, she stayed calm and just picked without considering much a pair of hedge shears. With a few steps, she was standing in front of the trembling man whose eyes were fixed in fear on the hedge clippers.

She regarded it for a while before she cut through the ropes with which he was tied on the chair. Being too weak to sit upright, he immediately fell down on the floor.

He didn't try to stand up as she was already kneeing down to him.

"Agent Amir Ishay," she muttered and grabbed his right hand. "The men and I would really like to know what an Israeli agent is doing on American soil. Especially under the current circumstances…"

The man trembled and sweat pearls were running down his front head.

She shook her head and murmured: "As you wish."

Without hesitation, she chose his ring finger and put it between the hedge trimmer. A second later, the Israeli screamed loudly and the three other men looked away in disgust as the blood dripped on the floor – together with the finger.

"You bitch!" the spy yelled and tried to stop the bleeding what just concluded in more shouting. She picked up the finger and regarded it interestedly.

"Fascinating," Caroline said but dropped it incuriously again.

When the man's screaming has become calmer, she grabbed his hand again and drilled the clippers of the hedge shears deep into the man's open wound of the finger what made him shout out in pain again, trying to roll away but the other men were already helping to hold him tight.

"Fuck! Fuck you, bitch! You all sons of a bitch!" the foreign agent screamed loudly but whatever he cursed them on English or Hebrew, it didn't help him to allay his pain.

Caroline waited patiently until she could finally be understood again without having the need to shout louder than the man's screams and said: "What have you been doing on American soil?"

"What is it your fucking business?" the Israeli said angrily. "I don't even know why I'm here."

Caroline looked up at the first of the men who explained: "My informant told me about the spy. He said when I'd kidnap him and blackmail Mossad that I'd tell NCIS about a spy among their agents, they'll probably pay me a lot of money. When NCIS finds out about an Israeli spy, it would accelerate the growing gap between the nations."

"Since when are you interested in politics?" Caroline asked half-surprised.

"The USA is our main export country. And import as well. Nearly all our stuff goes up to California and the southern states. And they deliver us solvents. It's a big trade, ya know."

"You don't have to teach me about drug trade," the woman said seriously and stood up again. "Hand me the taser," she said nicely to the guy left to her.

"N-no!" the Mossad agent shouted scared. "I-I'll tell you…everything," he offered.

"I believe you," Caroline answered but however kneed down. "But I wanna be on the safe side," she added and activated the taser and held it at the man's wounded hand again.

Blue flashes were interacting with the red liquid and the awful smell of burnt flesh diffused in the room. When she stepped away from the whining agent, she threw the taser back on the table and turned to the first man who looked pretty impressed at the Israeli.

"Will you be able to handle the rest on your own?" Caroline asked with a smile.

He nodded. "Yes, I think so."

"However…you know where to find me. Just give me a call," she said but added: "You said he worked at NCIS…They may be coming here to Mexico city to search their missing agent as long as they're not informed about his true identity."

"Then they may come. When they arrive, he'll already be long dead. And I'll posses enough information to blackmail the Israeli government…or tell the American one enough about their enemy," the man answered and shook hand with the woman. "You really live up to your reputation," he said.

"Just one more question," she said and already stepped backward to go. "Which NCIS agency has he been working for?"

The man looked down at the agent who was convulsing with pain. "Washington DC. That is where I kidnapped him from."

"Thank you," Caroline answered with a smile and left the room with looking back.

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