Chilly rainy day as Eyal headed to Heathrow Airport and his flight to South Africa. He was in hopes his stay would be short but really knew that wasn't going to be possible, his target; Kyril Davy was an elusive soul, hard to track. Making himself comfortable, he opened his laptop and pulled the dossier on Davy and starting reading. Nothing jumping out screaming here as to his Achilles' heel. There had been one shipment of arms to a rebel group in Libya that was intercepted by Shayetet 13 (elite Israeli Navy unit). So now Libya has become part of the network and wonder how that missing shipping is settling with the terrorist, Eyal turning different ideas in his head as to his approach. There have been months of surveillance on Davy with good information but not great - Eyal need much more.
Landing in Johannesburg, Eyal rented an Aston Martin DB9 for his mode of transportation, hell if he was a shady diamond broker best to play the part of a high roller. A spy's life at times have its perks. Checking into a five-star hotel, Eyal Cohen was ready but first he need to touch base with an old friend.
His forty minute drive from Johannesburg north to Pretoria was easy, enjoy the handling of the Aston Martin in traffic was a pleasure. The Guardian Life and Casualty office located in a highly traveled shopping area with easy of parking was Eyal's destination. A legitimate insurance agency and front for Mossad covert operations in the southern part of Africa.
"Good afternoon, is Mr. Eaglesten available? I'm Eyal Cohen, a friend from his hometown."
The receptionist relayed the message and quickly an interoffice door open and Caleb Eaglesten was quick with a hug and slap on Eyal's back, "Shalom. Ma ha-inyanim?"
"Business. And shalom my friend." Eyal stepping backing holding Caleb by the arms in a friendly way.
"Then step into my office and I'm sure I can write you a policy in no time."
Once the door was closed and Caleb had set off a low signal device to jam any audible bug, "I received you message and let me tell you, Kyril Davy is one slippery character."
Eyal accepting the drink Caleb had offered, "After months of surveillance and not much we are going to be forced to shake the tree."
"Hope to hell you have a good plan. What can we do for you?"
"Two associates, muscle type if you know where I'm going with this, my visible protection. Eyal Cohen, diamond broker for illegal goods. One of his outlets for selling the smuggled diamonds is dead and another one is beginning to have problems with Mishteret Yisrael (Israeli police)."
"I got the report Dolph Branstrom was killed while in jail, shame. We are not sure of all his brokers but you must be referring to Ariel Heber in Tel Aviv. Wonder if Heber knows he is helping an asshole supply arms to Islamic terrorist?" Caleb pouring himself another drink, it was nice to have a drinking partner and Eyal was willing to participate.
"Don't know but that is being handled in Tel Aviv and I would think it isn't with kid gloves." Both men chuckling, protecting their homeland is serious business.
"You are going to need a menacing looking SUV, black always looks badass but our boys shouldn't look to theatrical, normal dress." Caleb working the image for Eyal to project. "And a car for you."
"Got one, an Aston Martin DB9."
"Great, now you can drive me to dinner tonight, my payment for helping."
Dinner was a working deal, more details and plans being hashed out. However, it wasn't all business, both men had served together with Kidon, 'The Hard Squad' and they had tales to retell and bring back memories. The game plan was laid, Eyal going to shake the Davy tree and force an issue, the need for him to find a new diamond broker was at hand.
At breakfast, Eyal met his two so call associates, Bart Bittermann and Noah Drach. Bart Bittermann a young man, a new recruit for Mossad field training, well-built and knowledgeable for his entry in the world of clandestine operations having completed his stint in the Israeli Defense Force the Duvdevan Unit - special undercover unit and covert strike. Noah Drach a bit older and recent transfer from northern Europe to replace retiring Joel Benjamin, Caleb's assistant in regional operations. The next two days were totally unproductive and wasted being spent on finding Kyril Davy; Mossad may be good but not great, their surveillance team had lost track and now in a scurry to locate him. Eyal being Eyal was growing thin with tolerance and letting Rivka know his displeasure. She accepting his rant, as she too was not happy with Mossad performance or lack thereof. Finally Davy was located in Cape Town. Shit, not a good sign at all, Cape Town meant Davy was either vacationing or dealing with his shipping company, the diamond connection was just about null. Eyal decided to wait another day, have surveillance eyes track him for a day and report back before Eyal made the trip to Cape Town and also give him time to come up with a plan B. Brunch with Caleb and plan B worked out but Eyal need another person added to his team - a girlfriend.
"I know the right gal for the job. She been with Mossad for five years and very talented in the field plus street smarts. You will like her." Caleb dialing a number and waiting for an answer, "Her nickname is Jinx." Caleb wasn't going tell Eyal any more, wanting to see the expression when Jinx joins them for a planning briefing.
"Hope her nickname is not an indication of how her missions run."
"Not at all... Hey Jinx, what are you involved with at the moment?" Caleb turning from Eyal and his attention on his phone conversation. "I going to need you for a two to four day operation... Good, we are at The House of Coffees having a working brunch get here as soon as you can... Great see you in fifteen."
Their brunch being served and more coffee, it may appear the spy world moves on food and wine and many times it does. The small new piece of information they found out - Kyril Davy was a party boy and unmarried.
"Okay we've got you a mistress. Now since all the background information on Eyal Cohen is a newlywed, tell me how you going to explain just being newly married and having a mistress?"
"Old habits are hard to break. Just because Eyal Cohen got married doesn't mean he is giving up his favorite lover. Besides his new wife is an art dealer and travels without him, he gets very lonely on his trips. Hope your operative is a looker so that line plays well."
"No problem there my friend." Caleb chucking as he spotted Jinx walking thru the door, "There she is now."
Eyal looking over his shoulder to see an average height woman walking toward them and all Eyal could see was the image of a Bond girl - beautiful and sexy. She has the same looks as Halle Berry who played Jinx Johnson in James Bond movie Die Another Day. Her pixie hair style, sensuous smile and enchanting eyes, oh yes don't forget the curves.
"Eyal I would like for you to meet Jahia Jones and by your expression you can see why she has the nickname Jinx."
Jahia taking a seat at the table, smiling at Eyal, "Pleasure to meet you."
"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine." Eyal dreaming he would love to see her make a grand entrance from the sea in a tangerine bikini. "Would you care to order something?"
"Coffee please. So Caleb I'm here and happy you pulled me away from heading to Zimbabwe."
"Just a temporary reassignment, we need you expertise here."
"Let me guess, a mistress."
"And a beautiful one. Yes, my number one love outside of my wife. Let me fill in the missing pieces... " Eyal took the lead on the mission, giving her all the details and their background. He was complete in his briefing and Jahia feeling at ease with her new assignment. This Mossad agent being very professional and she could tell a high rated field agent, someone who didn't need to follow protocol and this fascinate her. In her five years with Mossad she had only worked with one other top-level agent and it was pure enjoyment - extraordinarily dangerous but pleasurable.
"When do we leave for our holiday and please don't call me Jinx, that's Caleb joke."
"Jahia is so much more fitting and lovely name. Is your name okay to use on this task or would you like to pick something different." Eyal making sure she was totally comfortable with him, there will be some touching and showing of affection and he wanted to make sure she didn't show any signs of recoil but melting at his public displays of fondness like a loving mistress.
"I've never been asked that before and thank you. Jahia is fine and I'll answer to it quickly."
"Good. We leave later this afternoon." Eyal happy to have plan-B ready and waiting on word from Cape Town.
Eyal had arranged for a charter flight from Johannesburg to Cape Town with a silver-gray BMW convertible waiting for them at the airport. Jahia packing for a sexy mistress with several expensive outfits, she knew how to play the part of an upscale kept woman. Just before they boarded the plane, Eyal gave her an emerald ring, very expensive.
"Oh my, too bad I can't keep the prop." Jahia holding the ring, "Right hand or left hand?"
"Your choice. I also have some sparkly bangles for any evening we have to dress up. Hope your ears are pieced."
"They are." Jahia had planned on all contingencies and delight Eyal provided the extra touches for her being his favorite mistress. "Do you have other mistresses you have to provide for?"
"Only if need. Shall we start our game?" Holding her hand as she started to climb the narrow steps to the Gulfstream twin-engine jet complete with pilot and co-pilot. Eyal Cohen knew how to go first class and spend money.
Reservations at Table Bay Hotel and the same hotel Kyril Davy has a permanent suite, what a nice coincident - ha. Running into Davy at the hotel was all but minuscule but possibly.
Loved by the European jet set, the double marble floored lobby with its oversized orchid displays leaves the impression this is the premier hotel in Cape Town. Their suite overlooks the waterfront, a beautiful harbor and Atlantic Ocean beyond. Jahia and Eyal unpacked and check out their accommodations, living room, kitchenette and only one bedroom.
"The couch will suit me just fine." Eyal finding a pillow and throw for his bed.
"No, I'll take the couch, being shorter by far, I'll sleep here and you take the bed, much more your size."
"You saying I'm large." Eyal in a playful mood and checking to see if Jahia could play along with him.
"Tall. Your feet will hang off the end, lose circulation and fall to sleep, wouldn't be able to walk the next day. I'm just looking out for your overall health."
"Nice answer Jahia, nice indeed." Eyal looking at his watch, "You want to freshen up before we go to dinner?"
"Sure, I shouldn't be long." Jahia was going to change into a printed deep v-neck silk sleeveless dress, showing exquisite cleavage. Dressing for the man and if seeing Davy he would take notice.
Jahia had suggested the seafood restaurant across from the hotel and it was filled with guest when Eyal and Jahia arrived. It was Eyal that spotted Davy sitting with three other men having dinner. "Good spy craft Jahia, there is our mark to the right with three men."
Jahia finding Davy, "Look there is a table for two near him, we are in luck."
Passing the Davy's table, the man looked at Jahia, it was hard not to notice her and play boy Kyril Davy did just that - look, not just a quick glance but look.
Being seated, Eyal and Jahia started reviewing the menu and Eyal ordering two glasses of wine for them.
Jahia smiling at Eyal, "You did notice the look I received."
"I did and perfect. You want to take any bets he will follow-up on his look."
"No sir. It would be way to brazen of him seeing I'm with another man."
"You may be right but I think he will, brazen is how he makes a living." Eyal tipping his glass to Jahia.
There might have been a three-day setback but once in Cape Town, mission was on the fast track and all thanks to the amazing beauty of Jahia Jones and a personally to match, witty and sweet. During dinner, Eyal and Jahia laughed, chatted and at times showed affection all for the view of Kyril Davy - it worked, Davy absolutely paid attend. When his companions had left, Davy remained at his table.
"Excuse me sir, but the gentleman at the other table would like to present you with some of South Africa's fines wine." The waiter standing beside Eyal and Jahia table displaying with care a bottle of wine.
Eyal looking over at Kyril and nodded a thank you and smile, turned to the waiter, "Seeing he is seating alone, please ask him to join us and enjoy the wine he so graciously gifted us." Looking at Jahia, "Dessert?"
Jahia also looking at Kyril with playful eyes and smile, "Yes, please bring us a dessert menu." As the waiter left, "Remind me never to bet with you." she teases to Eyal.
Eyal standing when Kyril walked over to the table, "Good evening and thank you for the wine and joining us." Eyal extending his hand, "Eyal Cohen and this is Jahia."
"Kyril Davy and I hope I wasn't being to forward but you looked like guest to my country."
"In fact I am." Eyal pouring the three wine of the bottle the waiter had finished opening, "I'm on a twofold trip, a little holiday and business."
The waiter handing out dessert menus. Jahia smiling at Kyril, "For me superb wine and sweets to finish off a magnificent meal is nirvana."
The men left it to Jahia to order and that was a wise choice, she ordered French Almond-Berry Tart with cream - a tasty delicate not to sweet compliment to their wine. The conversation went from sightseeing to the diversity of South Africa and the people and different migrations from Europe.
"I'm trying to place your accent." Kyril directing his question to Eyal.
"I live in Saint-Tropez in the south of France but have offices in London and Paris."
"Small world, I have a good friend with a villa in Saint-Tropez, Prewitt Laroche."
"In deed a small world, I met the gentleman at a charity function in Paris not long ago. Fact is I purchased silver inlaid curved Arabian saber that had donated to the cause. Striking piece I was delighted to win the bid."
"Was it The Bibliothecaires Sans Frontieres Charity fundraiser for education, especially to children in Africa? I was also there, very small world. I came away with two prize items."
"The very one." Eyal was waiting for him ask more questions, wanting to lead him in the diamond business but it wasn't going that way - Jahia picked up the ball in all spy shyness and sweetness.
"Oh I dearly love Paris, do you travel there offend?"
"On business mostly."
"And what is that?" Jahia nailed the question and it was smooth.
"Diamond export. I travel the major diamond markets."
"I wasn't sure when you first introduce yourself but I'm now assume you are Davy Star Diamond Mines." Eyal had the open door, ever so small and taking advantage of it. "I'm a diamond broker."
"That I am." Kyril Davy a little squirmy for allowing the dialogue to move into his diamond operation but such a simple question from a gorgeous woman - his weakness.
"I have business in Johannesburg and was planning on trying to meet with you. I understand you have recently lost one of your brokers, Dolph Branstrom. I would like to discuss with you the likelihood for taking over that route." By Eyal using the word route, it signal Davy he was talking about the smuggle diamond trade.
"Yes we can talk. I'll be in my office on Monday, come by and I'll make time for you." Davy nodding to Jahia, "I enjoyed having dessert with such a lovely lady, thank you." He takes her hand with a gentle kiss. "Until Monday Eyal but for now, I must bid you good night."
Eyal paying the tab and leaving a big tip, he knew Kyril Davy would verify the validly of one Eyal Cohen and know many details well before their meeting on Monday. "Smooth as silk and thanks to Jahia Jones, Mossad secret weapon."
"Sorry to say but the promise of sex and showing cleavage can go a long ways." Jahia with a slight scornful tone remarked as she watch Davy walk away.
"The male's weakness, beautiful woman. You were sharp and quick. I was struggling with getting the conversation around to diamonds and you in a heartbeat turned the tables. Well played." Eyal sensed they had eyes on them upon leaving the restaurant, "We have eyes." Slipping his arm around her waist, "Want to go for a walk and a little show time."
"Moonlight walk by the waterfront, perfect." She leans up to kiss his neck. The show was on.