by Bella Juarez
“Patience, Katrina, you will have what you want. Let me test it first to verify its results. As for your agent, assume he is dead and move forward,” Vaslliev said.
“Move forward? He had better not be dead. I will bring devastation the likes they have never seen if my agent is dead. It has taken me years to condition him and I’ve taught him everything I know. Do you have any idea what you’re asking of me?” Katrina said harshly.
“Katrina, we have other things to consider and remember your training. You have been in America too long. You have been sent here for a reason. Do not forget why you are here. Think about the mission. Your outlet should have maximum impact. The military uses vaccines quite heavily do they not?” Vaslliev said.
“Yes, it is a requirement for the military at least once a year. The flu vaccine would be ideal. I will need to get a drug company that produces the vaccines,” Katrina agreed.
“Or even the company that prepares them for distribution. That may be easier. Mr. Bakri, that would give you the impact you need to cripple the military,” Vaslliev said.
“This sounds promising. I will arrange for your tests, Colonel. Give me fifteen days and meet me in Istanbul. A friend of mine may have your test subjects,” Bakri said to Vaslliev. “Katrina, start the process of finding an outlet for the supply once we get it.”
“That is not a problem with my contacts. Sergei, you are taking too long. Speed this up and get me the pathogen,” Katrina ordered.
“You are taking orders from me, Katrina. Don’t forget I am the one paying you,” Bakri reminded
“Then get your act together and get moving. Otherwise find someone else. Good evening, gentlemen,” Katrina said flatly.
The woman slid out of the booth and walked past JJ and Irene. He noticed Irene taking a long look at the woman. He prayed she could describe the face, because all he saw was the woman’s back.
“Istanbul? Should I bring the Persian?” Vaslliev asked.
“If you like. Give me fifteen days, Colonel,” Bakri said.
The men parted ways. This time they went the opposite way of JJ and Irene. It was clear from the conversation they were talking about the same incidents he was familiar with. The agent they kept referring to was more than likely Rafe Wilson. He had been killed by Rock and his team two months ago at Ingleside Navy Base. The Persian had to be Azad Jobrani, the MI-6 deep cover in Russia working with Vaslliev.
“James…” Irene whispered quietly.
JJ looked at Irene. Their food had arrived. “Eat your dinner, sugar. And then we need to get back to the villa.”
Irene picked up her fork and took a small bite. He didn’t eat because there was so much he had to do. He had to talk to Rock and then they’d need to call Dixie and get some direction from the admiral. He would also need to call Mick Smyth and figure out how to get a message to the real Jobrani. Who was that woman? His mind worked because there was something familiar about her. All he saw was her back. Was it her ass? Nah, she was too skinny. Her voice? What the fuck! Why do I feel like I know this woman? He looked at Irene, who was picking at her food.
“Did you get a good look at that woman, Irene?” JJ asked.
“Yes. And by the way you were listening, I figured it might be important,” Irene said quietly.
“Good job, sugar.”
They returned to the villa around midnight. The house was quiet and JJ guessed that everyone had turned in. He went to Rock’s room and knocked on the door. It took a few minutes for Rock to answer. When he did it looked like he had interrupted something by the pissed-off expression Rock was wearing.
“This better be real important,” Rock said, stepping into the hallway.
“We’ve got a problem,” JJ said.
“Fuck, JJ! I hate it when you start a sentence like that! Do I need to get everyone?” Rock asked.
“You might want to get Alex and Mac. The rest can wait until we come up with a plan,” JJ said.
JJ managed to rouse Mac and Rock called Alex. They met them downstairs. They walked outside to the patio area. JJ quietly filled them in on what he heard.
“You said some seriously scary shit, JJ. They want to distribute a pathogen in the vaccine supply?” Alex asked.
“That’s what they said. They’re looking for a company,” JJ confirmed.
“There’s no guarantee that the vaccines that are tainted will be distributed into the military medical supply system. There are a couple of steps involved before a vaccine is distributed. They’ll have to be very specific in the companies they use,” Alex said.
“Who was the woman?” Rock asked.
“I don’t know. I didn’t see her. Irene did,” JJ said.
“Irene? Does Badass know about this?” Mac questioned.
“Mac, we were eating a meal. I wasn’t fucking her on the balcony!” JJ snapped.
“Focus!” Rock ordered. “We need to call Dixie, that’s for sure. Obviously Rafe has little tentacles still moving out there, and until we find them and find that woman, we don’t know who’s a friend and who’s not.”
“Me and Dan can start working on a list of companies in the GSA system. If they’re using companies that prepare vaccines, it’ll be easy because there aren’t that many,” Alex said.
“Let’s get some shut-eye and start looking for any Katrinas in the morning,” Mac said.
Before they retired, Dixie was informed and he told them he would fly to St. Thomas tomorrow. In the meantime, he would get the NSA to start watching all the flights in the US Virgin Islands for anything familiar. JJ found his way to Irene’s room at two in the morning. He was dead tired. She was still awake and had the TV on low while she was reading a book on her Kindle.
“James, is everything all right?” Irene asked.
“For now. Sugar, I’m so tired. I feel like I’m a hundred years old right now,” JJ said.
“Can you talk about it?” Irene asked tentatively.
“I overheard some really bad people making some really bad plans. I need to know who that woman was. Do you think you can remember her?”
Irene got up and walked to the dresser. She picked up a small notepad and handed it to him. It was a detailed description of the woman. He smiled. Attention to detail.
“Does it help?” Irene asked.
“This is very helpful. Thank you, sugar.”
* * * *
“What did we find out?” JJ asked when he picked up Dixie at the airport.
“I’ll get the list of flights in a couple of days. I asked the NSA to watch the flights going in and out for two weeks,” Dixie said. They caught up with each other for a few minutes. “How was the wedding? I was a little hurt that I didn’t get an invitation.”
“I’m sure you’ll get over it before you get married again,” JJ said with a smile.
Dixie had been married a few times. His current wife was holding the record so far. Dixie had been married to Anita for over ten years. They arrived at the villa and went inside. All of the SEALs that were in St. Thomas were gathered in the large dining area. They walked into the kitchen. As they rounded the corner to the dining area Gavin and some of the other team members looked up in surprise.
“I didn’t get an invitation, so I decided to crash the party,” Dixie chided Gavin as he took a seat.
“Sorry, Admiral, I thought you had bigger plans,” Gavin said.
“Congratulations, by the way,” Dixie said.
“Thank you, Dixie,” Gavin said.
All of the SEALs gathered around the spacious dining area and listened as JJ briefed on what he’d overheard the night before at the restaurant. He and Dixie explained Sergei Vaslliev’s history and his deadly path across the Middle East during the Iran-Iraq War as well as the Cold War. The group started discussing the implications of the news and how they’d deal with a problem. They discussed past experiences with Bakri and how things could potentially tie together. They started making decisions as to roles and responsibilities for members of the group
assembled.
JJ and Rock glanced at each other. They needed to contact Mick Smyth and get back into contact with MI-6. The Persian in question would be busy and walking a very tight rope. This was would be a delicate situation.
At the end of the meeting, Dixie gave them ten days to come up with a plan. They were to meet back in San Antonio. It would be a daunting few months. Part of the team would be going to Afghanistan to look for an old Soviet-era biological warfare lab. JJ would be sent to track down and follow Bakri’s movements until they found out where the test site was. Hopefully they’d be in time to shut it down and spare some lives.
JJ, Dixie, Rock, and Alex met alone for a few more minutes after the meeting broke up working to formulate a direction they’d move toward. Rock put Lieutenant Gamez to work with the NSA and gathering data. Shaq, Alex, Mac, and Gavin started working on a strategic plan for Afghanistan. Alex and Dan were also compiling a list of drug companies with GSA contracts that could be used as distributors for the pathogen in question.
All the men knew they were racing against the clock, because they had fifteen days before a lot of innocent people would be struck with a biological weapon. A secure room was set up for the SEALs at a CIA base that monitored Venezuela and Cuba from St. Thomas. The men worked for two more days on the logistics of their mission. The last three days, Dixie let them have some time off.
The other guests started to return home. JJ, Gavin, Rock, Alex, and Dixie stayed in St. Thomas. JJ would crawl into bed and sleep only to be gone the next morning before dawn. He wanted to take some time with Irene. St. Thomas was a beautiful, romantic place, and his time was being spent working on a mission. Mick had just finished the phase-one rotation. JJ talked with Jake about his situation. Jake arranged for another trainer to complete his current class. Finally, he got a break from work.
JJ took Irene to a small jazz club on the island. They’d spent the better part of the evening dancing and relaxing. Irene had been surprisingly understanding about his lack of attention to her. She seemed to be enjoying just being with him. They headed back to the villa early and spent some time in his room. They were both changed and ready for bed. He was lying in bed channel surfing, while she was playing around with his iPad.
“James, what’s this?” Irene asked.
“Bring it here, sugar,” JJ said. He moved over, making room for Irene to sit next to him. He put his arms around her as she snuggled close. He looked down at the screen. “It’s a training plan I’m working on for the company.”
“Do you teach?”
“Yes. That’s what I do at the company, training.”
“I thought it looked like a lesson plan,” Irene said. JJ smiled and kissed her. He pulled her against his chest and held her. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am, sugar,” JJ said wistfully, closing his eyes and tightening his grip.
“Where do you get to go this time?”
“Asia, but you can’t tell anybody that.”
“I won’t. Will you do me a favor when you get there?”
“What’s that, sugar?”
“Will you send me a postcard from there and bring me back something? It doesn’t need to be much,” Irene said as she kissed him.
JJ said nothing for a moment. Why the hell did I retire just to get sucked back in? He had found Irene and wanted nothing more than to spend every waking moment with her. He’d worked hard to get her where they were now. Now his damn job was consuming his life, again. He made up his mind.
“No,” JJ said.
Irene looked at him a little hurt. “No?”
“Send yourself a damn postcard. You’re going with me. We’ll get to Barcelona at some point,” JJ said, kissing her.
“James…It’s your job. I know I can’t go,” Irene said, stunned.
“I need you, and you’re going. I’ll find a way to take you with me. I’ll need to show you how to do a few things.”
“James, that’s not necessary. I understand. I know you can’t tell me everything, but at least you talk to me,” Irene said, laying her head down on his chest.
JJ smiled at how easy it was to keep her content. All she wanted was to know everything was all right with him and that whatever problem there was would work out. Her curiosity came from her rich science background. It didn’t take much information to keep her happy.
“If you can go, do you want to go?” JJ asked, stroking her back.
“You know that’s a silly question. I would love to go.”
“Let me work on it then. I’ll figure out something.”
Irene kissed JJ under his ear, right where he liked to kiss her. He shivered at the sensation. It really did feel good to get kissed there. His cock stiffened at the feeling her little kiss gave him. He’d been crawling into bed with her since they had made peace. With all the events he had been too tired to do anything but sleep. The physical contact of snuggling with her at night was great, but there was something he was really missing. They hadn’t had any sex in a long time.
“I want you, sugar,” JJ said, as he kissed Irene deeply.
Irene giggled and wrapped her arms around him as she returned his kiss just as passionately. He let his hands roam the body he’d missed for so long. He pushed her onto her back and began kissing down her neck. He slowly unbuttoned the little pajama top she had on, kissing down to her belly as he went. Irene moaned as her fingers ran through his hair.
“Sugar, I’ve missed you so much,” JJ whispered against her skin.
“I’ve missed you, too,” Irene whispered in a faraway voice.
JJ caressed her breasts. He licked circles around her nipples, gently rubbing her breasts. He would flick his tongue against her nipple and then take it into his mouth, sucking gently as he massaged the other side. He moved to the other nipple and repeated the rhythm. Flick, suck, kiss. Her nails dug into him every time he flicked her nipple and his cock would surge at the sharpness of the little ache. He moved his way down to her belly, dipping his tongue inside her belly button.
“James…” Irene breathed.
JJ slid her pajama shorts and panties down her legs, tossing them aside. He slid his hands up her sexy legs and he cupped her pussy in his hand. He discovered she was wet and ready.
“You smell so sweet, sugar. I’ll bet you taste even better,” JJ said, kissing her inner thigh.
JJ pushed Irene’s thighs, opening her legs wider. He extended his tongue and licked slowly and lightly against her clit. She hissed in a breath and shuddered.
“Mmmm…” Irene moaned.
JJ moved his tongue slowly against Irene’s clit, dipping it inside her pussy when he felt her getting close. He continued mouthing her pussy, flicking his tongue against her clit, grabbing her ass to pull her closer, and then reaching up to massage her nipples with his fingers. He dipped two fingers inside her pussy and started finger fucking her.
“Faster…” Irene whispered
JJ sucked Irene’s clit and moved his fingers in and out, increasing the pressure of his stroking. She started to buck against him, and he felt the clenching of her tight pussy milk his fingers. His cock was about to explode. She shook uncontrollably with the force of her climax. He knew the adrenaline in her body was making her nerve endings sensitive because she would shudder when he would run his hands along her skin.
Irene looked sensually sated as JJ kissed her. You ain’t done yet, sugar. He stood and stripped off his clothes, quickly returning to the bed. He slid next to Irene and took her hand. She looked at him as he wrapped her small hand around his cock, encouraging her to stroke it. She understood the request without words. She kissed him and started moving her hand up and down his cock.
“I want to do something different tonight, sugar,” JJ said.
“What?”
“Trust me.”
Irene nodded her head. JJ maneuvered her onto her stomach and lifted her hips. He knew she was very limited in her experiences. He suspected there hadn’t been a whole lo
t of experimentation going on in her marriage. She was a good girl and good girls didn’t experiment. They lay on their backs, doing their duty. He naturally did not subscribe to that belief system. JJ was all about experimenting.
JJ lovingly massaged Irene’s upturned ass. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her slit, soaking it with her cream. He slipped inside her pussy and instantly knew he wouldn’t last long. He took a deep breath and started pumping his cock in and out of her. Her tight pussy in this position was ecstasy. He grabbed Irene’s nice firm ass as he pumped harder and faster. She was moaning into the pillows.
“Fuck, baby! Your pussy feels so good! I’m coming!” JJ growled.
JJ started ramming himself in and out of Irene. He wanted to make slow love to her, but it was just too much. His primal drives overtook him. He wanted to own her, mark her as his possession. Fucking her hard and fast was the only thing his instincts would allow him to do. He gripped her hips when his cock lurch. He shoved into her violently and pushed his cock inside as far as it would go. He ground against her in a roar. JJ squeezed his eyes shut as he reared back and slammed into her again. His muscles seized at the wave that washed over him.
JJ moved in and out of Irene’s pussy a couple more times, slowing with each stroke. The intensity of his climax was exhausting. He fought to catch his breath as his hands gently rubbed over Irene’s back. He pulled out and collapsed next to her. She turned her face to him and smiled. He smiled back. They lay together saying nothing, just looking at each other. He finally moved and took her in his arms, cradling her close. He kissed her and sighed.
“I love you, sugar,” JJ said softly. Irene snuggled close and said nothing. He realized he may have been a little rough. “Are you all right, Irene?” he asked, concerned.
“I’m fine. That was different.”
JJ chuckled. “Was it? Have you ever done that before?”
“Not like that.”
“Would you do it again?” JJ gripped her tighter.
“Yes, I would,” Irene answered quietly.
JJ released Irene and turned on his side to face her. He cupped her face and kissed the tip of her nose.
