Chapter 11

As the plane left state lines, Zamfir sat in silent meditation gazing periodically at the two air hostesses who were busy serving a couple at the top of the isle. Few minutes later he noticed a man in the adjacent row wheezing uncontrollably. It was not long after that however, that his pain subsided after some assistance from his partner he was travelling with, he soon dozed to sleep. Zamfir decided to close his eyes for a while, and think over the events that occurred over the past 72 hours. His boss is missing, the girl he labeled as an enemy appears to be quite the opposite and to make it even more delightful, and he is being chased by the same organization who kept him alive for years. Irony certainly is beautiful. Before him and the others had left they decided to all take different flights. Tatiana and Ava together had gotten the straight flight from JFK to Moscow. Kensei had opted to get one of the many connecting flight which would get him to Russia 3 hrs after the ladies. Zamfir however was the last to leave. He wanted some intel on some individuals in Russia he felt were important to Blake.

Zamfir's flight had already touchdown at Heathrow and his connecting flight left an hour later. The air hostesses were on their usual rounds to the passengers on the flight, but suddenly, he got up and followed one of them to the back of the plane. They went down the stairs and into the ladies' bathroom, and without any hesitation, he did the same.

"I would be lying if I said I was not expecting you, but the least you could have said was hello." Zamfir said as he locked the door behind him and faced the female figure that had now turned around with her blouse slightly unbuttoned.

"Well I certainly underestimated you. Seems interacting with you from now on will be fun," she said as she approached him closely.

She came up close, and starred him in the face for a few moments, the whispered into his ear "Oh the things I could do with you boy….," this of course sent a cold chill down his spine. The figure then sat on the sink adjacent to him, and began to speak." My name is Isabella, no need for a surname. In fact there was no need for me to introduce myself, however I have an interest in you Mr. Waltz, feel honored." Isabella paused a moment to undo her hair which she had pinned up for the whole time, and strangely enough she began to undress.

"I came here to get information out of you, if I wanted to see a strip show I would have gone to Vegas," he said as he turned around to face the door.

"Well glad to see chivalry is not dead," he heard her whisper.

"Sorry about this interruption, however as soon as this flight lands, its best we depart with haste, this plane is crawling with the organization's dogs. However I believed you noticed that already. So I shall carry on, I believe you're here on a quest to find Blake correct? You must already know since you're his student, that you can't find him, frankly it's easier for him to find you. I am in fact working for the syndicate as you can tell, but I'm more of a rouge agent. The only one I need to answer to is Blake, and as you can appreciate, I won't be carrying out the black order out on you and your team. However I am here on other business of which you need not know about, at least not yet."

There was silence for a while until he smelt the soft lingering scent of vanilla and lavender floating around, he turned to face her, and was taken aback for a brief moment. In less than 5 minutes, Isabella had now completely changed her attire. She had placed her air hostesses' uniform in the bin underneath the sink, and was now wearing white jeans...a white cropped top underneath a black and white lace cardigan...with a pair of thigh high pvc boots. Quite the outfit considering it was -10 degrees outside. The plane touched down 30 minutes later and the passengers were about to disembark, Zamfir and Isabella exited the bathroom to see three men quickly approaching them. Zamfir how ever had been expecting it and expertly dragged two of the men into the restroom and slammed their skulls into the counter by the sink. This quickly knocked them out and they dropped to the floor. Looking back, Zamfir had seen Isabella had already taken care of the other man, as he was laying seemingly comfortably in one of the chairs.

"Why does it seem you had less trouble taking care of that guy, than I did just a few seconds ago," Zamfir calmly asked her as they walked through the arrival hall towards the car park.

"Every girl knows all we need to do is smile and the guys are childishly bewitched," she replied with a smile. At this moment she had approached an exotic car which was parked few yards away from where they were.

"A convertible Alfa Romero 8C, what sort of strings did you pull?"Zamfir asked as he hopped over into the driver's seat.

"Yeh I know right, these babies have not even been put up for sale as yet, but lucky for us, we know a lot of people."

"So where to now, Miss lady without a last name?"

"Just drive, we will make it to our destination soon enough."

With that statement Zamfir sped out of the car park, and sent the car speeding down the highway. Following several yards behind was a white limo, whose soul passenger was smoke a cigar and loading a rifle. In his eyes there was no expression, the bloodlust around was dark with an area of sadness about it.

"Have you decided what your going to do Sir," asked the driver.

"Decided it before they were born Simca,….Extermination"