Johannesburg after two days of playing cheating husband and loving mistress in Cape Town, their chartered plane landed late Sunday night. They had not seen Kyril Davy since the dinner encounter but had been kept under surveillance for two days, eyes watching their every move, sightseeing, night clubbing, shopping and lots of time hidden behind closed doors of their hotel room. Two black Escalade SUV's met the plane and Eyal's two associates welcomed the travelers.
"Looks like we have to say our parting goodbyes once more in public." Eyal taking Jahia in his arms with a long kiss, finished with a gentle touch to the side of her face.
"It was fun Eyal, hope to work with you sometime in the future."
"Who knows, it maybe sooner than later. Take care Jahia." He watched her walk to one of the parked SUV's and being driven away by his associate - all being Mossad agents.
Noah taking Eyal's bag, "So how did it go?"
"Very well. We have a meeting date for tomorrow and of course we are being watched very closely."
"Yeah, too closely, they may need a little Mossad training on how to tail."
"Lucky for us they don't."
On their drive to Eyal's hotel room, he couldn't get Annie off his mind. While working a mission there were be no contact between the two but he couldn't help but wonder how her side was going. Spending two romantic days with Jahia Jones had been agonizing for him. Only a few months before, he would have taken full advantage of the nights behind closed doors but for the first time in his long tenure being a spy, the lustful player side of Eyal took a break - their nights had been spend playing porker and she was good, nearly took him to the cleaners. Subconsciously Eyal made a commitment to Annie and surprisingly not playing the sexual game with a beautiful woman gave him a strange sense of accomplishment - weird for him, was he getting old or was something else happening.
Monday afternoon and the meeting between Davy and Cohen was scheduled. Kyril had done his homework and found Eyal Cohen was married to a French art dealer by the name of Nicole not an African beauty name Jahia. Reading the report his people had quickly put together, he couldn't help but smile, Eyal Cohen gave all the appearances of being an exceptionally shady operator with some heavy-duty badass connections in Europe. Knowing Jahia was only a mistress, Kyril wanted another change to see her again and maybe get in on some of the action, and for sure he could afford to buy her away from Cohen. A challenge at hand and the prize was the charming Jahia Jones. Yeah he would do business with Eyal Cohen but wanted to drag it out for a few days before giving him an answer, days he could spend with trying to win over Jahia after Cohen was headed back to France and his art dealer wife.
Kyril Davy's office was located in the financial district of Johannesburg, a towering building with plush offices, fitting for mine owners and financial brokers. Eyal parking his Aston Martin DB9 in a nearby parking deck along with the black Escalade SUV trail vehicle. Bart and Noah were ready to stand around and look protective of their boss, Eyal Cohen, a superlative crooked diamond dealer.
"Ready to do some diamond wheeling and dealing and wrap up our business today." Eyal addressing his companions.
Noah laughing, "Want to make a wager on this asshole taking the bait today."
"Nope. I was only being hopeful. He's been too mindful for too long to jump on the Cohn bandwagon. He'll need another outlet to dry up first."
"How are you playing it."
"Make a run of the mill pitch and start the negotiations. See what he has in mind and if we can deliver." Eyal walking with Noah and Bart following, keeping a watchful eye of any signs of trouble - all for show. Standard move for diamond brokers to have protectors especially when carrying large amounts of diamonds.
"Right on time. I like a punctual man." Kyril Davy greeting Eyal in the waiting room. Also notice the two men with Eyal, "Your associates will be comfortable waiting here."
"A pleasure to see you again." Eyal extending his hand to Davy.
Kyril Davy's office was spacious, much like the upscale offices in Manhattan. He was a man who enjoyed his wealth and spending it. Eyal took a seat on one of the chairs in fine Italian leather, smooth and soft. After some small talk, Eyal made his pitch and Kyril listened. They barter a little and Eyal felt there was more to what Kyril was after, the bargaining wasn't in-depth and hard as it should be. Then it was out, an invite to a club for that night and bring Jahia, yeah she had caught the eye of the chubby little weasel. Eyal had no choice but to accept the invitation.
Standing in the parking deck, "What do you know about a nightclub name Skittles?" Eyal asking.
Both men shaking their heads, "I've only been here for three months, still learning the lay of the land." Noah looking to Bart for any help.
"Never heard of it." Bart answered.
Eyal leaning against the side of the SUV, "Sure hope Caleb knows something. Jahia and I have an invitation to join Davy tonight there." Eyal pulling his phone and calling Caleb Eaglesten, "Got a question."
"Shoot."
"You ever heard of a nightclub named Skittles?"
"Yeah why?" Caleb's ears perked up with Eyal's question.
"Davy has invited me to join him there tonight and bring Jahia."
"Oh yeah, this is really getting interesting. Skittles is a nightclub and sideline for kinky sex habits." Caleb had all kinds of visions of Eyal and Jahia... let's just say in different positions.
"When you say kinky sex habits just what do you mean - gay or not." Bart and Noah looking at each other and chuckling, they are going a club with some benefits.
"Hundred percent straight but it has been at times known for exchanging partners. He asked for you to bring Jahia?" Caleb was now turning in his mind the new twist to this mission.
"Not going well at all. We'll be turning Jahia over to a real asshole and I'm not happy with that prospect at all."
"She been there before and I have no problems with how she will be handling herself. After all she is Mossad and unequaled in her performance. I'll give her a call and tell the good news."
"I've done this type of thing a hundred times and it still sucks. Woman should be treated with more respect."
"I agree with you Eyal but as long as men think with their second brain between the legs, it's not going to happen. Give you a call back with more details about tonight." Caleb disconnected.
"Kinky sex hmmm..." Noah joking, "You'll need Bart and me there for protection."
"Oh yes, Eyal Cohen isn't going anywhere without his backup. Guess the only thing we can do is see how it plays out but guys, we are not just going to hand over Jahia to him, he is going have to do the extra miles to win her affection."
"Like the way you play hardball." Noah opening the door to the driver's side of the SUV as Eyal walked to his car.
Everything arranged for a night of clubbing. Eyal dressed in his normal 'I'm looking sexy' all black, open neck with a gold chain around his neck. A little extra gel to his hair and he looked as much a player as the next guy. Now women have to go a bit more to the extreme and Jahia dressed for the occasion. Jahia showed her amazing curves in a skin hugging turquoise one shoulder sequence detailing dress that flattered her flawless skin tone. One beautiful sexy woman and the boys will be boys - her Mossad fellows handed out complements mixed with whistles. They decided to take the Escalade SUV with Noah driving and Bart riding shotgun, Eyal and Jahia riding in style being chauffeured.
"Caleb tells me you've been here before." Eyal leaning on Jahia experiences to tell him what to expect. He has past history with sex clubs before wanted to get Jahia's impression.
"It's a high end club, only men with big bucks are allowed and you must have a woman with you to be allowed into the ballroom section. Noah and Bart can hang out at the bar where there are club hired call girls ready to be of assistance."
"Can you see the ballroom from the bar?" Noah asked.
"Yes, the bar is situated on a balcony with table around the perimeter overlooking the dance floor. I'm sure one or two ladies would keep you company just for buying her drinks without going down to where the action is."
"What do you think Eyal, Bart and I divide up, stay on the balcony to keep watch."
"That's your call Noah and yeah sounds right to me. Everyone put in your ear buds and let's check for sound."
Noah turning the radio up loud to match the noise level in the club, each person tests their communication devices - it's a good.
The club Skittles was a converted three-level warehouse with plenty of parking. Colored lighting of purple and lime displayed upward along the side of the exterior walls with planted palm trees in large cement containers. Skittles in sweeping neon letters in fuschia graced the front of the building - get down and party atmosphere. Thousand South African Rand cover charge for the ballroom and five-hundred for the bar area - all covered gladly by the four. Lively ragtime music floating from the ball room and the interior dimly lit with neon lighting of purple and lime with tiny flashing lights dancing around the ceiling. The ballroom part was open space two-levels high with seating neatly nestled in plush booths under the bar-balcony. Noah and Bart headed to the second level for their night of clubbing - drinks and watching. Bart was quick to find a lady friend or was it the other way around. Noah ordered a drink and found a table by the railing overlooking the dance floor and wasn't long before he was also approached. Both men had their respective positions and in full view of anything to materialize down below.
Eyal with Jahia on his arm entered the dance area and stood, looking about for any sight of Kyril Davy. A tall thin man soon approached them, "Mr. Cohen?"
"Yes."
"Kyril Davy has reserved a booth for you, please follow me."
A well situated booth near the dance floor and Eyal looking up to see Noah had a clear view of them. Drinks were ordered, and both chatted while waiting for Davy to make his appearance. "If he doesn't show within an hour we are out of here." Eyal whispering in Jahia ear.
Forty minutes passed, even though Eyal and Jahia dance, chatted and drank, they were not pleased with the no-show of Davy. They had watched two couples exchange partners and disappear through a dark draped doorway.
"Kinky sex or swingers club?" Eyal asked.
"Both, there are suites for a price on the third flood, very private for discriminating couples."
"Whoever owns this place knows how to turn a coin or two." Eyal taking the last swallow of his drink when he spotted Dave with a young attractive woman enter. "He's here so let the party begin."
All smiles and friendly exchanges, the woman Davy had with him was tall slender blonde, fair skin with light blue eyes, very European, maybe Scandinavian. Sonja Falk spoke English with a German accent, posed and graceful with a subtle air of refinement. Eyal was convinced of the fact Kyril Davy had done some rudimentary profiling of him and this women would be to his flavor - impressive. As the evening wore on, the two couples engaged in polite conversation, dance and at times exchanging partners with the drinks flowing freely.
Mean while on the second floor bar, Noah and Bart were also enjoying themselves when Noah noticed Davy getting a little too friendly with Jahia. Not wanting to give up his advantage point, when over to Bart and suggested it was time for Bart and his new friend to go down for some time on the dance floor. Noah's suggestion was more an order and Bart happily complied, even if he was the worse dancer in the world.
As Bart paid the five-hundred cover charges for the privilege to enter the ballroom, he turned to his companion, "I don't have a clue how to dance, can you show me."
"Easy, stand in one spot, shuffle your feet, twist your hips and swing your arms about, I'll do the rest." She being a joyful person that laugh easily and showing friendliness to Bart, much like the sweet girl next door. It was hard for Bart to keep in mind she was a prostitute and he was going give her money by night's end. Once on the dance floor and thankful for a few drinks down, he made a mental note - take dancing lessons. Other guys on the floor were in the same boat as he so it wasn't too bad and she did have some great moves to watch. After a couple of dances, he found an empty table for two near Eyal's booth and guided his friend to the table for another round of drinks. Everything was going smoothly until he saw Eyal shift in his seat and the friendly expression drain from his face.
"There is no way I'm going to engage in this perverted exchange. Jahia is not part of the bargaining chips for doing business with you."
"I didn't mean to offend you. Seeing your wife is not with you on this trip I was offending a variety for your pleasure."
"Believe me sir, I'm very capable of taking care of my pleasure. You will need my services in the very near future, I'll guarantee you that and when you are ready to conduct business on a professional level, call." Eyal standing, placing a large sum of money on the table to cover drinks and tip, "Jahia we have finished partying here."
Kyril also standing up angry, about to say something when Bart came from nowhere to stand beside Eyal. "I don't want any conflict here so just stand down Davy and we'll leave peacefully."
"You have your f**king bodyguards with you?" Kyril in a harsh loud tone and fury inching across his face.
"Always , never know what I may encounter. Like I said, you will need me in the near future." Eyal giving a wave to Noah. Davy looking toward the balcony to see Noah stand and start out - decided the best move was no move.
Eyal slipping his arm around Jahia's waist, softy said to Sonja Falk, "Nothing personal, another time and place it could have been different."
Once outside the club and in the SUV, Jahia was the first to speak, "Never, no never would I have dreamed that move on your part. I was all ready for a trip to the third floor."
"Sex is a powerful tool in the spy world but given too freely can show weakness and too much eagerness. Make the target work and want it more so the information he has in return is truthful and complete."
"Sound advice Bart, pay attention to the master riding in the back seat." Noah chuckling. "So what is next?"
"I'm leaving the country tomorrow and we'll just wait. Notice you slipping your phone number to Kyril while dancing. Nice move Jahia."
"That was before I knew you were so protective of your mistress." Jahia now chucking at the events of that night. "You think he will call after what happen."
"I do. You are something he wants and is hard to get. When he finds I have left South Africa he'll be in touch and spending money on you so enjoy."
Bart asked, "Have you ever taken behavioral physiology?"
"School of field learning and many mistakes. I've been at this for some time now. In fact I think the evening went very well, I made an underhanded threat and Davy knows I have the badass resources to carry out my threats "
"I heard him mention your wife, he has done some background checking." Bart was in the inquisitive learning mode.
"Yeah, Eyal Cohen is a well established farmed character that just got married to a French art dealer. Maybe after this mission is over, he'll have to get a quiet divorce."
"So Eyal Cohen is not your real name?" Again it was Bart asking a question the others had only wondered about.
"Nope and one day when we ever meet again I'll tell my real name but for now, it is best for me to stay Eyal Cohen."
The next morning, Eyal turning in his rented Aston Martin DB9 and waiting to board a flight to Tel Aviv, he was sorry his time in South Africa was coming to an end. Working with a qualified team of Mossad agents was refreshing for him, the man who spent most of his time working alone. His thoughts turned to Annie and gave a quick phone call.
"Hey Neshema how are things going on your end."
"Having a boring time on the French Riviera watching a villa day in and day out. The two damn love birds won't leave home. How about your end." Annie being delight to hear his voice.
"Well the trap is set and now it is wait and see. I'm about ready to leave South Africa and headed to Tel Aviv for reinforcements pleading. Wish me luck."
"As always Eyal much luck and use that charm of yours."
"On Rivka - not going to happen. My flight has just been called, miss you." Eyal disconnected before Annie could say goodbye or even I miss you too. Well at least she heard from him which is saying something huge.
Settling in for his trip to Tel Aviv, he started making notes of what he found out about the personally of Kyril Davy to feed to Mossad profiler but he pretty much had figured out the man. Money, not his charm would gain wanted he wanted in his private life and a man with a quick temper. He guessed in business deals that Davy would gain the upper hand and control the negotiations.
Mossad headquarters seemed to be calm, no frizzy activity as the state of the world was in a lull of peaceful co-existence. UN forces were dismantling the chemical weapons in Syria, the military had total control of Egypt and Iran was busy with their dog and pony show to convince the west they were a peaceful nation. There was the Russian and Ukraine problem but the West seem slow in moving to aid. In a small conference room all seated around a table was Rivka Singer, Eliam Chodorow, Eyal's go to intel specialist with Mossad and Eyal.
After the debriefing and Eyal pitch for more support, Eliam Chodorow had left the room leaving only Eyal and their boss, Rivka.
"I've seen a picture of your asset/wife for this mission and...
"Not another word Rivka. My asset is off-limits. Understand."
"Eyal you are playing with dynamite. Yes I understand and you must know my displeasure. We will have this talk at some point."
"When the blue moon is in the seventh high." Eyal standing and leaving Rivka to her frustration and thoughts. Annie was off-limits to any discussions with Rivka.