Chapter Three: The RAF
I know it's been a long time coming, and I'm so sorry for that! Anyway, this is Chapter Three of Omega. Its pretty my own interpretation since Harry's Diary came out, but I hope that won't stop anyone enjoying it.
Warning: Gets a tad steamy at the end.
Enjoy!
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"Well everyone's back now, and I've received some more information about the operation from the Director General. Please sit," Thomas announced, sitting down before everyone followed suit.
Harry made sure to sit as far away from Juliet Shaw as possible, he didn't want another repeat of what had happened in the kitchen. He had been so tempted. He wanted her, he knew that now. But he could keep away from her, he had to. He loved Jane; he would never do anything to risk what they had.
Delilah brought over some slides to be used in the projector, accompanied by some coffee and tea for everyone. Harry and Juliet reached for a cup of coffee at the same time, and their fingers brushed. He let her have the mug; he wasn't going to fight her for it. Contact had to be limited, contact had to be the essentials. Bloody hell, why was this happening now? He and Jane were trying for a child for pities sake!
"What does everyone know about the RAF?" Thomas asked the assembled officers, and Charlie raised his hand.
"The Royal Air Force, a part of her Majesty's Armed Forces. Points to me?" Charlie asked, before Ash smacked him around the back of the head. Oliver snorted in his cup of coffee before shutting up.
"The Red Army Faction, an urban guerrilla group. Serious terrorism. Based in Germany," Harry replied, getting a nod from Thomas. He was right.
"Do you want a pat on the head from Thomas, Harry? Or is it another officer you want to pat you?" Oliver whispered, causing Harry to use his foot to crush Oliver's toes. The offending Spook glared at his companion, but he had turned to face Thomas, avoiding both his friends and Juliet's sharp gaze.
"Harry's right. The RAF is a serious threat. In February 1975, they kidnapped the Conservative candidate for the Mayor of Berlin. Two months later they occupied the German Embassy in Stockholm and murdered two hostages."
"Oh God," Delilah murmured as Thomas brought out slides of the incidents. Charlie gave a comforting smile, while Harry just looked at the sheet of paper in front of him. They had known that the operation would involve Germany and would be based in Cologne, but he had figured it would be about the KGB, not the RAF. Too many initialisms; he thought, chuckling to himself quietly.
"It gets worse. They shot dead the head of the Dresdner Bank in 1977, the President of the German Employers Association was taken hostage two months later, and flights have been hijacked. They are dangerous, but the most troubling news has yet to come. They have infiltrated the East German Stasi. The German government won't do a thing, they won't touch them. We need to make them touch them."
"That is a very dirty sentence Thomas…okay, I'll shut up now."
Charlie looked down at his sheet of paper, ignoring the tired looks he got from the two MI6 Officers across the table. While trying to concentrate, he noticed that Harry Pearce was also trying his best to focus on what was going ahead, rather than what he was staring at this morning: Juliet. Had something happened? Sly dog.
Thomas explained the mission, codenamed OMEGA. Charlie and Ash would go in for odd weeks and try and stir up bad opinion about the RAF. He wanted them to do blitz attacks, rile things up. Delilah and Juliet were to spend a couple of odd weeks, the other weeks, going to parties and cause trouble among the upper classes. The two girls smiled at that, it would be the glossier aspect of the operation. Oliver and Harry were going to be consultants in Cologne to make sure everything went all right.
"Okay, everyone get packed up and things sorted out. Legends done and all that. You leave in two weeks; the prep work is essential behind this people! Harry, can I have a word?"
The rest of the table were dismissed, and chattered eagerly about the operation. Oliver gave a wagging finger to Harry as he remained behind with Thomas. He looked fairly calm, but Harry couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to tell him off for flirting with his daughter in law.
"Harry, what do you think about the operation?" Thomas asked honestly.
"I think it's a stupid idea to take on the RAF like that."
"You're correct, because that's not how we're doing it."
Harry cocked an eyebrow in Thomas' direction as he motioned for Harry to take a seat.
"The RAF is dangerous, and so those higher up is putting in place two plans, both of them codenamed OMEGA, because one is a black operation. The one that is not the black op is the one I gave to everyone just now. Your operation Harry, is the black op. You can handle it; everything in your record says you can. You were being posted to Cologne anyway, so it's perfect. They don't need two 6 babysitters. Mace may need one, but that's not my concern."
"What do you want me to do?"
"The aim of the game is to do everything to provoke the German authorities into clamping down on the RAF. By everything, I mean everything Harry. We want results. Good luck."
Thomas stood up and shook Harry's hand, a gesture between equals. He had just made it to the door when Thomas' words brought his concentration back to him.
"Take care of Juliet, will you?"
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Two Weeks Later
Harry sat on his bed, the packed suitcase next to him. The posting would take a month, a week longer than he had expected it would originally last. He would then either come back permanently if he succeeded, but if he failed then he would have a week break before returning to Cologne.
Oliver and Natalie had been over a couple of times for dinner. As had Bernard and Juliet. Harry had been welcoming to his friend from 6, and had complimented Juliet on her choice of dress, or choice of earrings. He made sure to always be in his wife's company, something that she surely had noticed. They had made eye contact a lot, and she seemed to do everything in her power to make sure that they were as close as possible at work.
Jane came over and sat next to her husband on the bed. She rested her head on his shoulder, the simple act showing more emotion than anything else. She felt that she was losing him, a little bit every day.
"Don't go to Cologne."
"Its my job."
Harry turned Jane's face to his and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He then held her for a moment before shifting away to double check his suitcase.
"I don't trust Juliet, she's beautiful and manipulative, and she likes you too much."
"So is Oliver, apart from the beautiful part. She's married, and so am I. I've got to go, my flight is soon."
She sat on the bed until he left and then played the teary wife at the door when he said goodbye. He would be back in a month, it was only a month. But a month may be too late. Jane placed a hand on her abdomen and began to cry over her Spook of a husband.
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The hotel was lavish, but then Juliet picked it. Ash and Charlie were due in next week to begin their 'reign of terror', and Oliver was catching a flight tomorrow after going to the Liverpool match with his brother. Delilah was busy at another party, but Juliet was needed at a performance at the theatre, with Harry.
"Juliet."
"Harry."
He wore a tuxedo, may as well look the part. The jacket cut low on the chest, but his bow tie was expertly assembled. To be honest, he thought that he looked like a waiter. But then again, Juliet wasn't complaining. She was wearing a red dress that would have looked over lavish on any other woman, but on her it was understated so it was just another accessory. It went in and out in all the right places, she looked delicious. He placed a kiss on her cheek, but lingered a little too long. This was a bad idea, of course it was. But it felt so damn good.
The play was long and boring, but Harry had the added bonus of being able to see down Juliet's dress all evening. He was going to hell, but right now he had more important things going on in his mind. He could see at least two CIA agents in the audience, as well as the Minister for the Interior, Thomas Bergen. This operation was going to let him be creative, something which he was very much looking forward to.
"Having fun Harry?"
"Oh I haven't had this much fun since Ireland."
The after party was just as dull, the actors not understanding why Harry had not taken in much of the plot. It was very well explained, they said. After much badgering, Harry and Juliet went back to the hotel. He was determined to escort her to the door, and prove to himself that he could let her go there. He had to if he was to return to Jane in a month and declare his love for her, and to announce that he was willing to do anything to make their marriage work. He needed to do that if their marriage was going to survive.
"Are you going to just ignore the sexual tension between us Harry?" Juliet asked, opening the door to her hotel and standing just inside the frame.
"Yes." They both laughed, before he kissed her goodnight on the cheek. She shut her door behind her, breathing in deeply and exhaling in disappointment. She wanted him. Ever since that day in the kitchen, she had ate, drank and slept Harry Peace. Never had Juliet Shaw had trouble with men coming to her bed, but there was something different about this man.
Harry had made it all the way to the lift before the pounding in his chest make him turn around and bang on Juliet's door. The seconds felt like minutes as he waited for her to open the door, and each second hurt like hell. She opened up finally, a concerned look evident on his face. Harry came in not bothering to shut the door, there was only one thing to do, only one motion that he could end the evening with. He stared at her for a moment before walking over and grabbing him to her with both hands.
"You're addictive, you know that?" Harry whispered in her ear before caressing the area below and her neck with his lips. He heard her moan as his mouth made it up her neck and connected with her lips. Her arms wrapped herself around him, drawing them closer.
The sounds of Cologne provided music, the gentle lights provided candles they didn't have. Harry placed her gently down on the bed, fingers exploring her body and causing the air to be filled with the sweet smell of seduction. He used his teeth to pull down each strap of her dress before finally removing it. His shirt and jacket was the next thing to go. His fingers removed her panties before stroking the soft skin of her thighs. She was completely under his will, something that hardened his erection. His hands went to her breasts, kneading them and causing Juliet to moan loudly in the quiet room.
Things went from gentle to rough in the space of a second, and Harry didn't know what was going on.
She had pushed him against the wall, her hands stroking him in all the right places and unbuckling his trousers. Her nails scratched at his chest, and his fingers dug into her hips. Tired of foreplay, he pushed her to the ottoman but they both fell to the floor in the ragged rush of passion. Juliet ended up on her back; rubbing against the carpet while Harry was buried deep inside her. Nails dug into his skin, drawing blood and their kisses were more gasps for the others taste than gentle explorations of the other. They were hungry for each other, desperate to finish what had started so long ago.
When they both finally shuddered to a climax, Harry collapsed to the floor next to Juliet and breathed in deeply.
"That shouldn't have happened."
"But it did. And damn me, it was rather enjoyable."
Juliet planted a kiss on Harry's cheek before getting up and slipping her dress back on. He smiled before buttoning his shirt and zipping up his trousers. She waited at the door for him to get ready, and the two kissed lazily before he left her alone. Walking to the lift, Harry could feel a lump in his throat. He had cheated on his wife, the woman he loved. But somehow, somehow, it felt right.