3 weeks later...
The door of an airplane opened, Trent Kort puffed out the collar of his trenchcoat and stepped out into a torrential downfall, he hurried down the steps, moving to a running black limousine. He knocked on the back side window, the door unlocked and opened, he slid into the car..."It's about time..."...He turned, the muzzle of a gun was in his face..."Who the hell are you?"
The door opened, a hand reached in, grabbing and yanking Kort out, he's slammed against the side of the limousine..."Oh, it's you."...He smirked, straightening his coat.
A drenched Tony stood staring at him, not making a sound.
"I don't have time to play your stupid games, Duh-Nozzo."
Tony slowly started to take off his jacket, he tossed it on top of the limousine, his facial expression plain as he loosened at his tie.
Kort laughed, looking up into the heavy rain..."Of all the place...you pick here and now?"...He tilted his head, cracking his neck..."Fine, any rules?"
Tony reached to his hip, removing his holstered Sig, he sat it on the roof the car.
"No, guns? Fine, a longer death."...Kort reached into his jacket, removing his firearm, he sat it next to Tony's gun..."Want my knife, too?"...He quickly sucker punched Tony in the face.
Tony took a step back, wiping at his nose, it was bleeding..."Keep it."
"Ah, he speaks."...Kort pushed himself away from the limo, he started to circle around Tony, removing his coat..."You do know I was with the SAS."...He flung his coat backwards and quickly cracked his knuckles..."Right, Duh-Nozzo?"...He smuggly asked.
Tony lifted the tie from around his neck, stuffing it into his front pocket, he extened his hand outward, making a c'mere gesture to come.
Kort smirked..."Gladly."...He stepped forward, lunging at Tony.
Tony side stepped his attack, jabbing his fingers into Kort's throat, he spun around to his back, chopping him on the back of his neck, dropping Kort to his knees. His hands shot up to his throat, grasping it as he struggled for breath.
Tony took a step back, he once again gestured for Kort to come.
In one quick motion, Kort tossed his knife into the air, catching it so the blade was pointing down from his fist, he lept towards Tony.
Tony lifted his left arm, blocking his movement with his forearm, he thrusted his knee into Kort's stomach, moving his left hand to Kort's right wrist, he twisted it as he wrenched around Kort's neck with his right arm, thrusting knee after knee into Kort's body until he dropped to one knee, Tony torqued Kort's wrist, taking the knife away, letting go of his head.
Kort looked up and was immediately welcomed with a fist to the face, dropping Kort to a seated position. He turned his head, spitting, he looked back at Tony, he smiled, showing he was missing a tooth, he eased the tip of his tongue through the hole..."I think I've underestimated you, Duh-Nozzo."...Kort started to laugh hard in the pouring rain..."Want to know why I'm laughing?"
"Nope."...Tony simple said, he reached into his front pocket, taking out his tie, he placed it around it neck and started to tighten it.
"You can't do a damn thing to me!"...Kort chuckled..."And we both know you aren't going to kill me."
"Nope."...Tony moved over to the limousine, still holding the knife. He picked up his jacket and weapon..."But I can do worse."
Kort scoffed, slowly making it to his feet..."What could be worse than death?"
"Funny that you ask."...Tony knocked on the limo's window, the side front door opened, Ziva stepped out, she swiftly moved over to him, thrusting the top of her boot into his groin, dropping him back to his knees. He grunted loudly, covering his hands with his groin..."No one threatens my children!"...She unleashed fist after fist into his face, bloodying it badly.
Tony wrapped his arms around Ziva's waist, pulling her back.
Kort softly started to laugh, building it up to a roar..."I knew you didn't have the balls, Duh-Nozzo!"...He continued to laugh as loud as he could.
"Kort, next time...don't use the same airplane Rene Benoit used."...Tony called out..."Oh, wait! There won't be a next time."
Kort fought his way back to his feet, watching them walk over to the limousine. Tony knocked on the window, he turned back towards Kort..."Hey, guess who hates illegal arms dealers as much as we do?"...Tony asked with grin.
"Aba...he's all yours."...Ziva spoke.
The limousine's back side door opened, Eli David stepped out looking at them across the roof of the car..."Toda, Anthony."
"Sir?"
"For giving me a granddaughter...no, a second granddaughter."...Eli smiled.
"Al lo davar."
"Take my limousine...I think I want to have a little chat with Mr. Kort."...Eli started around the car as two other vehicles came speeding towards them.
Four armed men jump out of the black SUVs, two of the men grab a yelling Kort and drag him back and force him into one of the SUVs, Eli walked past the other two men, who quickly follow behind and they all disappear into the other SUV.
Tony handed the knife to Ziva..."Another one for your collection."...She smiled.
"Your Krav Maga has improved."...She proclaimed, bumping her hip into Tony's groin everso softly.
"I have a wonderful teacher."...Tony leaned into Ziva, kissing her on the cheek and whispered..."Ever made love in the back of the limo?"...He asked with a smile, opening the door.
Ziva turned her head, smiling back..."Ask me again in 30 minutes."...She kissed him before ducking into the car.
"Heh. God bless, Mossad."...Tony followed her inside, closing the door behind him.