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Alfred blinked. He didn't believe what he heard. It had to be a trick, all of it. How could he trust her? It was his hero instinct as he called it was what acted up when her commanding office had attacked her and called her all those names, but it wasn't because he actually cared about her. She was the enemy after all. She had captured him and tortured him. "You cannot be serious?"

"I understand that you would not trust me. " Natalya said. "But at midnight there will be a Coke slipped in through a small crack in the corner."

"The one in the right side?" Alfred said pointing to the side. He had already looked at that crack and tried to see if it could be used to escape, but it was too small and floor too hard to dig to make a bigger hole.

"Yes." Natalya said. "Then you can decide if you want to trust me." She said as she got up and left the room, heading to her bunk.

Meanwhile, Ivan was in his office, taking a big swig of rum. Normally he drank vodka but it was hard to come by here in Cuba and part of the espionage was to get used to the local cuisine. He had grown a fondness for Ajiaco and rum wasn't too bad, but he had missed the kashaka and vodka from back home. One thing he would never get used to was the mosquitoes and humidity. He was raised in the cold. Cold is what he knew best. But he needed something strong, he couldn't live with what he had to do, but it needed to be done. How else was Natalya going to convince that Alfred fool to spill his guts. If he trusted her, he'd get more careless. All's far in love and war, right?

Natalya lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling fan. She didn't know what to make of what happened but no one else had stood up for her like that. It was weird. He was an enemy combatant, one that got careless in enemy territory. He was attracted to her, but she knew of the fact many American men had an attraction to Russian women. But the fact he stood up to Ivan for her, it made her think a lot. But if she was going to use him to get out, and get back at her brother for what he did, she was going to have to show that she meant it to him. She got up and changed into her waitress uniform, hoping there was no bruises that would cause looks. Back in Russia, it would have been easy to say "I slipped on some ice" but here in Cuba, that was something she could not say.

"Ah, Natalya." Carlos said as she walked in and he was wiping off a dirty glass. "What happened to you?" He asked seeing a red mark on her face.

"Went for a walk in the jungle." Natalya said simply, thinking on her feet. "Wanted to see of the beautiful tropical birds. Bent a branch back and it hit me in the face."

"Whatever." Carlos shrugged. "I'll need you to do some of the dishes in the back before we open up, my regular washer guy isn't here."

"Fine." Natalya said as she headed to the back and turned on the water to the sink full of dishes, adding the soap. Carlos had a radio blaring salsa music, which Natalya took as better than nothing. As she took the sponge and slowly began to wash the plates and glasses, she sighed, Alfred still on her mind. He was the enemy, a tool of the Capitalist pigs that wanted nothing more than to destroy her and her people. Ones that would sell out their grandmother to the lowest bidder. But he stood up for her. He defended her honor, when he was supposed to think she was the scum of the Earth, a whore for Russia. And if she were to be honest, he wasn't bad looking. His blue eyes were still showing in her mind when she closed her eyes, along with his smile. Sure, it didn't come up a lot while he was in the cell but she had seen it before he was captured and it was certainly bright. But if she was going to have to use methods she would rather not to try and get information out of a target, then she didn't want to be a part of this life anymore.

Alfred lay on the floor of the cell, tracing the movement of the ceiling fan with his finger. Would Natalya come through? Was it an act? Both are equally possible... He thought. But god...it would be awesome if she came to our side. She's so hot... and his mind wandered to a scene on the beach, she was in a bikini, coming out of the ocean, dripping wet. Alfred felt himself grow hotter and it was not the usual heat from the humidity that was causing him to feel so uncomfortable. "God I want to do her!" He moaned. "But I can't just love her and leave her. I wouldn't do that to any girl. Natalya cannot help how she was taught." He said, trying to reason with himself. "Like maybe if I was born in that frozen hell hole, I would be apt to think that was the best way to live..." At this his mind wandered back to the beach, where he was laying on a beach towel, sunglasses on as Natalya came up over him, still wet from the ocean, bending over him, kissing him deeply.

"Be my hero," She said.

"That's why I am here babe" Alfred said as he pulled her closer to him, kissing her, pushing his tongue on her lips as if to ask if she wanted to go further, with which her lips opened and joined with his tongue in the kiss, his hand moving to the thin string that held the top on. As he moved to undo the tie, a fierce slap to his hand was felt.

"Nyet." Natayla said breaking the kiss, sitting on top of him. "I will do that for you."

"Oh god…." Alfred moaned as a murky drip from the ceiling brought him out of the fantasy. "Fuck me." I wish Natalya would….. He thought. "And of all the time and places to get hard….." He said.

Natalya dried off the glasses she had washed and placed them in the cabinets while Carlos tapped a pen on the bar. It was a very dead night. It was the middle of the week for sure, but there was always someone there. "Any customers tonight?" She asked Carlos.

"Not right now…." He moaned.

"You'd think there would be." Natalya said bending down and putting some plates on the lower shelves."

"I mean you think…." Carlos said. "But it is the fall."

"Fall….." Natalya said. She took the rag and wiped the sweat off her brow. It was much hotter here in Cuba than in Russia and how she survived on this assignment as long as she had, she would never know. It had made her realize she was not meant for weather warmer than she had faced in Russia growing up.

"Hey, you hear anything from your brother today?" Carlos asked as he lit up a cigar. How that man does not have lung cancer I do not know, I have seen him go through that like I have seen people back home go through cigarettes and the cigarettes in Russia are very harsh. She noted to herself, thinking of when she had a cigarillo made from Cuban tobacco, how much smoother it was than the cigarettes she had smoked back in Russia. She perked up when the salsa music stopped and a loud siren came over the broadcast.

"¡Atención, radioescuchas!

El huracán José tocará tierra a las 22:25 de esta noche con vientos del este-sureste de 153 km/h y ráfagas de hasta 280 km/h. Se esperan entre 13 y 20 cm por hora de lluvia. Prepárense para cortes de electricidad e inundaciones." The announcer said. Natalya paused, having brushed up and became fluent in Spanish before she was sent to Cuba.

"Welp, that explains why there was nobody here." Carlos sighed as she headed to the back and got some boards, a hammer and some nails. "Natalya, can you help me with this?" He asked as she followed him to a window and held the boards up while he nailed them in. "Going to be a hell of a night with that going on."

"You don't think this will flood?" Natalya asked.

"Maybe." Carlos sighed as he took a puff off his cigar. "Might, might not. We can only do what we can. Won't be the first hurricane, nor will it be the last." he saw the concerned look on his face. "If you're worried, you can stay with me. I can't think that you faced things like this in Russia a lot. Especially if your brother is off somewhere else."

Natalya sighed. It wasn't that she was worried about her brother, she was still processing how she had felt about him at this point in time. But it was with how they were going to escape with a hurricane coming in. It might be beneficial to them as the storm would keep attention focused other places and if there was damage done to the holding cell, one could easily argue Alfred escaped on his own. But then there was when they got out and got to the shore. Cuba was an Island nation after all. There'd be debris, there's stories of people using it to escape to America all the time, if those Marielitos can do it, then surely I can. She thought. And Alfred has strong arms, he could certainly row. She then paused. While Florida wasn't far from Cuba, Key west only 90 miles, having someone who was beat and injured row 90 miles with her in a hurricane was a bad idea. Maybe we could be picked up She thought. But the kindness of others is not something to rely on.

Meanwhile, Ivan had headed into the jail cell and sat Alfred up. Maybe he would be more willing to spill his guts if he didn't have to act noble for a woman, even if that woman would betray her nation by not doing her job. But if he could get the information from Alfred, he would just tell the head of the KGB in Moscow it was Natalya who had gotten it and all would be fine. He had promised Katyusha he would keep her safe, and he did not want to let his older sister down. "Tell me you capitalist pig! What are you doing here?" He said as he came in and smacked Alfred with the back of his gloved hand It's much too humid to wear this. He thought taking the blue jacket off and tossing it aside. "I should have you lick that jacket of mine clean! Only thing your big mouth would be good for."

"Well that chick of yours that was in here would like my mouth." Alfred taunted back as he stuck two fingers in a V formation up in front of his mouth and wiggled his tongue between them. Ivan grew in rage, not only was he meaning he wanted one of his subordinates sexually in a vulgar way, but it was his own younger sister. "I really could bring her back to the light side of the force with this" He said with a thrust.

"You son of a bitch!" Ivan said running towards Alfred who had side stepped him, dove and tackled him to the ground. He then took a left hook and punched Ivan.

"See, even with my ass kicked, I can kick ass." Alfred said. Ivan growled and lunged to choke Alfred when a banging was heard at the door.

"Kapitan Braginsky! Kapitan Braginsky! Urgent report!" A young solider said as Ivan got up and opened the door.

"What could possibly be so important that you interrupted me?" Ivan asked looking at the young solider with disdain.

"We need your help, a hurricane is blowing in and we need you to help plan the preparations. It is the general's orders" the young solder pleaded, looking terrified of Ivan's anger.

"Dismissed. I will meet you there." Ivan said.

"Well, if I don't take care of you, this hurricane might." Ivan laughed dismissively at Alfred as he read the communication that the young soldier had given him. "It could be a Category 3 by landfall tonight. May god have mercy on your soul, because they are forecasting major flooding and wind damage. And Cuba's weather forecasting tools are nowhere near your country's. Where you have a whole cable television channel dedicated to weather," Ivan said with disgust, "So who knows, it could be better, or it could be much worse." Ivan laughed. "I think you know which one I am hoping for." He laughed slamming the door behind him, causing Alfred to panic.

"Fuck, I need to get out of this hell hole and I need to get back to the safe house." He said looking around, seeing if Natalya had already placed the coke to show she was trustworthy, and he began to wonder if she would even make it tonight with the weather. He took a few deep breaths and looked around, finding the places he would be safest while hoping Natalya held up her end of the deal. He did want her and he believed that she wanted free from the Russian life she was living. This storm was either his perfect chance to escape or the thing that would finally run his luck out once and for all.

Translation guide:

(obtained via google Translate)

¡Atención, radioescuchas!

El huracán José tocará tierra a las 22:25 de esta noche con vientos del este-sureste de 153 km/h y ráfagas de hasta 280 km/h. Se esperan entre 13 y 20 cm por hora. de lluvia. Prepárense para cortes de electricidad e inundaciones.- Spanish- Attention listeners!

Hurricane Jose is heading to make landfall at 1025 pm this evening with winds from the east south east of 95 miles an hour with gusts of 115 expected. 5-8 inches of rain is expected. Be prepared for power outages and flooding.

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