CHAPTER 14:

"That was….wonderful." Fiona said as she got out of Marcus' car.

"So, I'll take you up to your room, if I may?"
"Of course. If I lived here, you'd take me to the front door, so what makes a hotel room any different?"

"True, although, with a hotel room, there's more of a chance of…"

"What do you mean?"

"Er…never mind. I'm a little tired; sometimes my words don't make sense."

"Right…" Fiona raised her eyebrows. The elevator made a ding and they boarded it. Unfortunately, it was a rather slow elevator and the time seemed to be passing very slowly.

"I have this urge to kiss you on this elevator." Marcus said, watching the floor numbers gradually go up. Fiona looked at him and he looked back.

"We still have ten floors to go…" Fiona said, taking a step closer to Marcus.

"Well then um…" Marcus stammered awkwardly. Fiona turned round and faced him. She closed her eyes and sure enough their lips met in a kiss. Fiona entwined her arms around Marcus and pulled him even closer. They remained making out in the elevator until the doors opened on the thirteenth floor. Fiona pulled away, breathless, but with a grand smile on her face. Fiona walked off the elevator and towards her room. As she fumbled around in her purse for her room key, Marcus walked up behind her and reached around her waist. Fiona stopped fumbling for a moment and the hall was silent.

"Am I allowed to do more than kiss you on the elevator?" Marcus whispered into her ear.

"Depends on what you mean by….more?" Fiona squirmed as Marcus reached around her hips in an attempt to unbuckle her belt. She reached down to pull his hands away when he spun her around so that she was facing him in his arms. "Oh! That kind of… 'more'… er…well I suppose we…" Fiona stopped short as she realised Marcus had gotten the room key and had already opened it. Fiona smiled nervously as they slowly moved into the room. Marcus smiled back as he eagerly closed the door behind them.

James was sitting, half watching the television half reading the news paper. He turned the page and a blue piece of paper fell out. It was the so called 'fan poem' Jen had received a few days ago. James read it quietly to himself. Suddenly the news caster started telling the audience that there was a new breaking news story.
'Police have been in pursuit of a speeding driver for over an hour down London's highways. Fortunately no has been hurt in this chase as of yet. The driver is a white male; the car is an Aston Martin DB9 and license plate RC316R…'

James looked down at the poem "And if you need me, just remember

316R" James felt that this was no coincidence considering this guy considered himself a wheelman who lives in his car.

"Ah, Jen? You might want to look at this." James called out. Jen walked into the kitchen from her room.

"What?" James handed her the poem. "Oh that thing, it's just fan-…" James pointed to the television. Jen watched the chase scenes and saw the license plate. "Coincidence, I think not. Well…I think I should go find this guy."

"Whoa, you're not seriously considering tracking a wanted criminal down are you?"

"Now that Fiona's gone, I mean…I think this guy is out to help me. I don't know why, again, call it women's intuition but I think I should go talk to him." Jen grabbed her wallet and jacket. James stood up, blocking the doorway.

"Jen, seriously, I think you're setting yourself up to be caught in another dangerous situation." James said apprehensively.

"James, I love you very much but you're not being very helpful at the present and…" Jen stepped forward and they kissed. As Jen moved her hand up his arm, she gave him the sleeper grab. James started dropping to the floor. Jen slowly let him fall to the floor. "Sorry love." Jen whispered to a now sleeping James. She walked out of her apartment, locking the door behind her. She went on her IPhone in the elevator and typed in the address of 316R and found an apartment building in northern central London. Jen knew that part of town was a little on the sketchy side. So she figured this guy she was trying to find, was also, sketchy.

When Jen finally arrived, it was just starting to get dark. She parked her Mini at the side of the road and walked over to the apartment complex. She walked down the side until she found 316R. She looked around. There was no sign of anyone around. Jen felt the cold metal of her pistol against her leg inside her boot. It reminded her if anything did happen, she could easily shoot a bullet into someone if need be. She walked up to the door of 316R and knocked. The door had been left open and it swung back to reveal a very clean and nice looking apartment. It had a small kitchen and one bathroom and one bedroom. Jen curiously looked around. She figured that this guy either was a clean freak or he had OCD of some sort that made him leave everything in a perfect place at all times. She continued through the rooms, and at last she reached the bedroom. She peered around the corner to not find a bed, but walls lined with various guns, grenades, and RPGs. She looked around and around, still in shock at the amount of weaponry before her. She looked closely at one gun; it had Russian writing over the stock. Hmm…so this guy has Russian connections…maybe I shouldn't be here…Jen thought. Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulder. She immediately jumped and turned round, throwing a punch. She felt it hit a soft surface. She sent a man to the floor with a punch to the stomach. He was thin and lanky but tall.

"OW, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" The man yelled, holding his sides.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Jen yelled back, in just as much shock as he was.

"Cooper. The wheelman. You know who sent you the letter…"

"Ah so it is you. Tell me, what exactly are you trying to accomplish here?"

"Well er…I've heard that you don't work for ExOps anymore and also, my main thing is that…um…the guy who jumped out of your apartment…well I know him AND who hired him to be hired out to people for a hit man."

"Oh….say no more Cooper. Ah…shall we go to my place?" Jen said awkwardly.

"All right." Cooper eagerly agreed, following Jen out the door. He locked it.

"But first things first: I need to eat something, I'm absolutely starving." Jen said, just as her stomach growled in agreement.

"I can tell." Cooper chuckled, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets. "What do you drive?"

"Er…a '97 Mini." Jen continued walking down the street towards her car.

"That one? With the flag on it?"

"Yep, that's the one." Jen said, inserting her keys into the lock. She let Cooper in on the left hand side. Somehow, Jen felt that she could trust him. He wanted to help her and besides, he had information on Labuzov. She knew she made a right choice to find Cooper.