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  “Have I paid my dues?”

  “A few more just so you don’t forget.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  My dick jerks when she calls me sir and just a few more rounds of my hand on her ass, which is starting to redden, and I have to take her.

  I put my dick at her opening and she bends her knees, hungry to take me, just before I thrust upward. Our two bodies are quickly one again, but this time I move in and out of her slowly as I turn her head back around, kissing her possessively, passionately, and dominantly.

  It doesn’t take long and I feel her body jerk as her mouth opens and she moans into mine as she hits her peak.

  Feeling her body come unhinged brings out the same response in mine and I fill her womb once again, wondering how she’s able to fit so much of my seed inside her.

  But I don’t really have to wonder. I know.

  Her body has been hungry for me her entire life. She just didn’t know it was me. But once we found each other we found everything. Now it’s time to make up for lost time, and that includes all the time we should have been having a family.

  Just when I think I’m done, her walls tighten around me, milking out more of me…everything, as I lean forward. The front of my body presses into her back as we pancake into the wall, struggling to catch our breath…again.

  “We’re never going to get clean at this point,” she jokes.

  “Because of all the naughty things I have planned for my naughty girl tonight.”

  “Oh la la.”

  “But the next time is the third time, and this time I’m going to make love to you.” The word love rolled off my tongue so easily it should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t.

  Because of her.

  My words came naturally, just like my feelings for her. And I do love her. And she is mine.

  And as soon as I lather up my hands and run them all over her body I’m going to take her into the bedroom, light some candles, and show her just how much I love her as I worship her for the rest of the night.

  Because now, she’s mine. Forever.

  CHAPTER 17

  Amanda

  Three days later

  I decide to go for a morning stroll on the beach after Vasily heads off to work. As much as I love lying in his arms, and could do it all day, I have to get out sometimes and get some light exercise in. I need the blood to flow so I can figure out who this damn mole is.

  I also need to come up with a plan to help Vasily get his citizenship. He’s under the impression that America is good and Russia is bad. He thinks simply by turning in the mole, and his network at the Kremlin, that he’ll be rewarded with citizenship.

  I’ve tried to curb his enthusiasm and remind him, as he showed me, that there’s a lot of gray area. As messed up as it sounds we have to uncover the mole and then Vasily has to go to the F.B.I. office in Miramar with the name and proof he’s figured it out. That’s his bargaining chip. It’s then and only then that he’s got a chance to get his green card or citizenship.

  If he turns the mole in straight away he might just get a pat on the back, or worse yet The Bureau will see him as attached to the mole, in cahoots with him, and then Vasily could wind up in prison.

  This situation is risky at best, extremely dangerous most likely, and deadly at worse.

  For me included. Vasily is sure he was sent here to destroy me, but if he’s not going to do it then who is?

  There are way too many questions and not enough answers.

  One of the biggest questions I have at this point is why hasn’t anyone from The Bureau said anything to me about spending the last three nights over at his place? Is Special Agent Piro running cover for me, or is something brewing that I’m not aware of?

  And just like that old saying, “life is what happens when you’re busy making plans,” I get a text that sets everything in motion.

  Vasily: PortMiami at 12:45. Carnival cruise ship originating out of The Bahamas.

  Me: ?

  Vasily: Downloading all the names from the orphanage to USB. Giving to unknown contact. Assume they’re going to use FB ads to target these poor kids like Isis did to recruit Westerners back in 2014.

  My stomach tightens. A new kind of warfare. The Next Generation Illegals Program, playing out almost as it did on the TV show The Americans.

  Me: 10-4

  Vasily: There’s more. They’re also sending me 10 million in Bitcoin to a device that will look like a USB. So I’ll be carrying two.

  Me: Anything else?

  Vasily: Not that I know of. Yet.

  Me: Roger that.

  The text is similar to what Vasily described he would send when it was time to lure the mole out. It’s very apparent that time is now.

  I quickly flag an Uber and take it straight to Hertz car rental. Somebody’s gonna be in for a hurtin’ today, that’s for sure. I just need to make sure it’s not us.

  CHAPTER 18

  Amanda

  I rent the car with my credit card, so it leaves an electronic trail, and quickly drive to the mall for a proper set of clothes.

  I buy the first thing that fits and run back to my rental, tossing my workout gear in the back.

  Driving as fast as I can while remaining safe, I manage to avoid traffic as I pull into Miami International Airport. At the counter I get a last minute flight to Cuba on Copa Airlines for $203. The departure time is 14:45, exactly two hours after the meeting. It will be cutting it close, but that’s exactly what I want it to look like.

  I keep looking over my shoulder but don’t recognize anyone from the office. I spent most of my time up at Quantico so at this point the chance of me recognizing more than a few people from the Miramar office is slim to none anyways. Still, I’m looking for anyone who seems to be following me.

  Nothing.

  But that doesn’t matter now. The electronic footprint is big enough, almost too big, but luckily I just got a new credit card a couple weeks ago and I put all the charges on that. That way it looks like I’m hiding them, when in reality I was too busy with everything that’s going on. But if my plan is right, the mole will think I’m in on this now, and that I’ll be “hiding” in Vasily’s arms on a beach in Cuba for the rest of our days.

  I move through the airport at a normal pace, but completely disorganized, passing through the women’s bathrooms, the restaurant area, and then right up to the point where you have to show your passport to enter.

  Time for the real risk.

  I turn off my main phone and hold it in my hand with a bottle of water. I down the water and then dump both items into the recycle bin before turning around and walking out of the airport…and flagging an Uber.

  So now it looks like I turned my phone off to pass through immigration and I’ve got a rented car in long-term parking.

  So far so good.

  I take the Uber straight to the station, but I have him drop me off a block away.

  I watch for anyone acting strange or leaving the building in a hurry.

  Nothing.

  I stay put until exactly 11:45, one hour before the meeting.

  Now I’ve got to have some faith in the system.

  Knowing Vasily has got those names and that amount of money there’s no way the mole isn’t watching him right now. The gamble is from how close, and precisely where?

  My money’s on real close, as in not in the office now. And that’s exactly why I go now, making my way right to Special Agent in Charge Piro’s desk.

  “Are you crazy, Andrews? Make an appointment!”

  “Sir, with all due respect I need to speak with you right now.”

  He looks at the other two people in the room. “Can you give us a just one minute?” he asks with a pissed off kind of resignation on his face.

  “This better be good, Andrews,” he threatens as soon as I close the door behind them.

  “I’ve got Vasiliev, Sir. It’s happening in less than one hour.”

  “What do you mean you’ve go
t Vasiliev?” He stands, putting his hands on his desk as he leans toward me aggressively. “You don’t even know what we want him for.”

  “I know you don’t want Vasiliev, sir. That’s not his purpose.”

  His eyebrow raises and he stands up straight. He’s tall and menacing, but after being around Vasily and knowing he has my back nothing can scare me.

  “You are skating on thin ice, Andrews…and you know nothing.”

  “I know that you want Vasiliev to show you who the mole is, and that’s exactly what he’s about to do.”

  “Mole? Have you lost your fucking mind? There’s no mole in my office.”

  “Sir, we’re running out of time. I know why you brought me down here. My job was to help you find the mole. Well, we’re about to find him. And I also know Vasiliev’s goal was to come here to kill me, amongst other things. If the two of us were able to figure that out, and figure out you were looking for a mole, then please at least give me the respect to hear me out when I bring the mole to you on a silver platter.”

  I feel a shot of adrenaline, but when Special Agent Piro doesn’t say anything, or change his posture or any of his body language one iota, my adrenaline quickly starts to turn from fight to flight.

  But I’m not going to let that happen. I grit my teeth remembering everything that it took to get this far, and the risk I’m taking right now. If he throws me out of his office my career is over before it even started. He could probably trump up some treason charge too.

  “Sir, a Glock 23 was found in my place. I checked the registration and it’s not registered to The Bureau. That means either The Bureau put it there, but didn’t register it so they could have plausible deniability in case something went down. Unlikely. It could mean that the last owners of the house left it. Even more unlikely. Or it could mean the mole left it there with the intent of killing Vasily, or me, or both of us and framing it on me.”

  He breathes out hard. “You have lost your fucking mind. I should dismiss you from your training so fast you won’t even be able to get a job working security at the mall.”

  His eyes move to the door and I try and come up with something else I can say to save my skin.

  His eyes move back to mine and I’m drawing mental blanks.

  “But…” his voice rising, “tell me more about this damn mole.”

  “Vasily wants citizenship, sir…for his help in making this all happen.”

  “Dammit Andrews! Whose side are you on?” His eyes dart back to the door. “As an officer of the United States government I am giving you a direct order to tell me exactly what you know and you better start right now!”

  “Vasiliev is handing over the names of all the orphans where he quote unquote works, and 10 million in Bitcoin to an unknown source arriving in PortMiami at 12:45 on the Carnival cruise originating out of The Bahamas.”

  “What does that have to do with the mole?”

  “We believe the mole is following him or will be very close to the drop location.”

  “Why do you think that?”

  “Because the Kremlin has determined by now that Vasiliev isn’t going to kill me so they need the mole to do the job, but first with Vasiliev. Not only that, they need to make sure the drop goes smoothly. The need eyes on the prize, sir.”

  “Then why didn’t they just have Vasiliev deliver the names to the mole?”

  “Like you said, sir. I’ve gotten closer than anyone ever has…and when I got close I stayed close. I never let him out of my sight.”

  “So you think your proximity to Vasiliev forced the Kremlin to avoid using the mole for the transfer?”

  “Partly, and also because Vasiliev is the one with access to all the names. It’s perfect sir. He gives them what they want and then he’s disposed of…probably with a Glock 23 that’s tied back to me somehow. I’m sure the mole has thought this through and putting this on a trainee who’s not authorized to carry firearms and tying it to some international spy lover’s quarrel will sure sound exciting…and more importantly like something both countries will want out of the papers. A clean kill and a clean escape.”

  He just stares at me, but I can see the wheels turning. I can see I’ve got a chance, and one that might be growing too. Equally as important I hope Vasily has a chance to not only get out of this unscathed, but also get his opportunity to stay in the land of the free and the home of the brave. He’s definitely brave for risking his life for me, and in the process sending my career into the stratosphere if this works.

  “There are one hundred and eighty six thousand people working at PortMiami, plus all the people on the cruise ships. How in the world do you think we’re going to find the mole, Andrews?”

  “Ever watch The Departed, sir?”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Sir, the mole knows that you’re looking for him. If he didn’t he would have already been caught. Reach out to your channels that know about the mole and discuss him and tell them you’ve got his location down at PortMiami. He’ll see it and you’ll be able to see his phone immediately turn off?”

  “This is your plan? To look for a phone to turn off? You know how many tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of phones down there are on at all times?”

  “Yes, but I know the number of the two phones Vasiliev has with him today. I give you those, you can pinpoint him. We get special ops on standby and in position, and then you put out the notice about the mole. We zoom in on Vasiliev’s phones, just like in the movie, and then we watch for the one that immediately turns off, section off that small area close to Vasiliev and take him down.”

  “The guy will just run.”

  “But we’ll have his number. We take a screen shot just before you send the message so we can see all the numbers right in that area, and then we see the one that disappears. Even with his phone off we both know it’s going to ping the nearest cell tower. He may try and dump it, and he probably will, but if we’ve got enough eyes down there we’ll get him. We’ve got the best in the business. We can use the hostage rescue team.”

  “A trainee is asking to call in the hostage rescue team for a non-hostage situation.”

  “Oh, there’s going to be a hostage situation, sir. Like I said, I’ve been close to Vasiliev. I haven’t let him out of my sight and we’ve been talking. We expected something like this to happen, although not so soon.”

  “And?”

  “Vasiliev is not turning over American names to anyone…especially not names of American children. Maybe we don’t catch the mole today, even though I know we can, but Vasiliev is going to catch the Russian on that boat.”

  He buries his head in his hand and then shakes it from side to side without any indication of stopping soon.

  Finally he wipes his hand away from his face.

  “This is crazy and you’ve basically pulled an idea out of a movie. It just so happens a lot of criminals also try and copy movies, and that whole thing with the cell phones in The Departed is real. It’s almost the same as what Tom Clancy did in Clear And Present Danger with the electronic monitoring station located at Ft Huachuca, Arizona. And that is also real. I’ve seen life imitate art more times than I can remember and it’s not just a coincidence anymore.”

  Finally he cracks a small smile. “When I was your age I had that same look in my eye and now where am I? Stuck behind a desk with cold coffee and a half eaten donut…every damn day. Not today I’m not.”

  He grabs the half eaten donut and dumps it in the trash. Then he grabs his coffee mug by the handle without taking his eyes from mine pours the coffee in the trash too. I can’t help but smile.

  “You’re all the energy boost I need today, Andrews. Why don’t you pull up a seat and let’s make some calls to get this fireworks show started.”

  “Yes, sir!”

  CHAPTER 19

  Vasily

  I stay back in the shadows as I wait for my unknown contact to emerge from the passengers exiting the cruise ship.
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  I’m nervous for the first time in a long time, but not for me…for her.

  It’s crazy to think that two nights ago while we were snuggling on the couch watching a movie that we both came up with this crazy plan. We stayed up geeking out together about how this exact situation would unfold. We just never expected our chance to come so soon.

  Our text messages this morning were perfect. We exposed the meeting point but didn’t reveal any of our real plan. I know my texts set in motion a big chain of events that she has to follow to make this happen. And I absolutely trust and know she did them, because I trust her…and love her unconditionally.