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grace wa8in!

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Sorry for the late comment...... Just now caught up with the last 3 updates. had lots of work at univ.Cry
and coming to the SS i love the way the story is progressing...Big smile. The way Prem confessed his love was awesome. WinkClapCant wait to see how the story unfoldsLOL....... Eagerly waiting for the next updateSmile

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I'm finally back with the next installment...sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long Embarrassed

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Things to keep in mind:

1. Dimitri Belova, a known criminal, is getting involved in art collecting/museums, using his art collection or contacts with museum directors to smuggling things to and from countries...he is also apparently involved in computer security warfare...as he has hired a hacker/programmer to design a dangerous computer virus

 

2. Heer is a CIA agent like Prem

 

3. Jack Dupont is a CIA agent who turned into a double agent who was mysteriously killed.  We do not know who his alliance is with and who killed him.

 

4. Heer's mission has been compromised because of CIA Agent Jack Dupont and museum director Vivek Kundra's death.  Jack Dupont left evidence to point to Heer as a double agent

 

5. Heer's mission and Prem's previous Paris mission are in some ways connected.

 

6. Prem and Heer arrive in Thailand and met Prem's friend Ethan Rhine who is a mercenary (agent for hire).  He decides to help them resolve their mission.  Along the way they also add CIA Agent Sanjana Chopra to their team. 

 

7. The Direct of the National Museum Pirat Jitnukul and Conservator Anan Ngamsan are working with Dimitri Belova and his gang of smugglers.

 

8. Heer had sent off an encrypted e-mail message to Rishabh about a double agent in the agency...but why is he so interested in catching Prem and Heer?  What is his real motive?

 

9. Someone is keeping an eye on Preet and Meher but who is it?



Mission 20: Masquerade of the Mind

 

Footsteps echoed in the dark night as they hit the damp pavement of a side walk.  They paused briefly as they steadied the weight they were carrying and then proceeded forward again.  They stopped in front of a black Ford Focus and waited as entry was made.  "Here...mushroom, sausage, and green peppers..." a man with a square face announced as he sat down into the driver seat passing the large pizza box over to his partner.

 

"I hate these midnight stake outs...I always get the midnight munchies...going to have to hit the tread mill twice as long again," a woman with blue eyes sighed as she opened the pizza box.  "Oh, this smells so good!"

 

The man grinned at the way her face light up at the sight of food.  "Well, midnight stake outs will do that to you.  I got some napkins...and...two cans of Coke."

 

"Thanks," the woman thanked as she took a can from him.  "I really don't understand why we can't go back in and bug the apartment again."

 

"I don't understand either but orders are orders.  So any movement?"

 

"Nope, nothing...his girlfriend left the house at 11:30pm and he stayed up until 12:30pm watching TV...then washed up and went to bed," the woman replied and then took a bite of the pizza.

 

The man checked his watch and sighed, "2am...update time."  He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and made his call.  "Boss?  Yes, sorry to wake you but you wanted an update.  Uh-huh..."


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Rishabh rubbed his eyes with his fingers trying to concentrate on what was being said to him over the phone.  He nodded his head as he listened and then mumbled, "Okay, good job agent.  Keep me posted of any further developments.  I'll be waiting for it."  He placed his cell phone on the office table of his study room and tired taking a sip of water from his cup.  He realized after several seconds that the cup was actually empty.  He got up and went to the mini refrigerator in his office and searched for a bottle of water.  Just as he found one and twisted the cap open to take a long drink there was a gentle knock on the study room door.

 

"Honey?  Are you still working?" his wife inquired as she stepped into the room.  She was a rather regal looking woman of 49.  She clutched the front of her silk bathrobe together with one hand and looked sleepily at her husband.

 

"Sorry...this case...it's very important," Rishabh replied.

 

She gave an understanding nod.  "Do you want anything to eat?  A sandwich?  I could make you some dosa."

 

"No, it's okay Kritika...you go to bed.  I'll be there in a few minutes," Rishabh answered.  His wife nodded and then left the room.

 

Rishabh sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck and walked back to his desk.  He picked up a file in his hands and muttered, "It won't be long before you make a misstep...and when you do I'll be there...and you can count on it."  He then grinned with extreme arrogance.


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Sanjana was doing her daily rounds around the warehouse making sure there weren't any suspicious items laying around the yard.  The gang had been laying low for a week making sure things back in the city had calm down enough that it was possible for them to return.  They were surprised that not one single article had been published in the newspaper about the attempted theft of museum artifacts at the National Museum.  But they were thankful since this would mean it would be easier for them to return to the city without any hassles.  The only thing they needed to concentrate on now was to find when and where Dimitri Belova or Sergei Nemov would be coming to visit.  The issues that had occurred at the National Museum for the gang had been tough but the bright side was that Belova's smuggling operations had been halted or disturbed in some way that he or his second in command would have to come to Thailand.  This was the perfect chance for them to get to the bottom of the situation and resolve the case.

 

As Sanjana rounded the corner of the property she spotted someone standing off to the right in the woods doing something.  She cautiously approached and realized as she looked through the bushes it was Ethan.  He seemed to be in a deep thought over something.  He turned his body a little and she could see that he seemed to be talking on his cell phone and was about ready to hang up.  Sanjana crept through the bushes and stood behind him with a smile as he put his cell phone away.  When he turned around he lurched back stunned to see her there.  "Blood h*ll!  What the?  Trying to give me a heart attack?" he inquired.

 

"What were you doing? Sanjana asked.

 

"Um, taking a smoke," Ethan replied as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.  "Don't tell Prem...he'll give me a long speech about the evils of smoking."

 

"You should probably quit...they'll kill you," Sanjana replied.

 

"Not you too," Ethan sighed as he put it back into his pocket.

 

"I thought you were talking on your cell phone," Sanjana said.

 

"Oh...um, just checking with some sources.  There is a possibility Sergei Nermov is coming into town this weekend," Ethan answered with a forced smile.  "So, shall we go back, Princess?  Can't leave the lovebirds by themselves for too long...don't know what type of mischief they'll get themselves into."

 

Sanjana watched with curious eyes as Ethan walked in front of her heading back towards the safe house.  She bit her lower lip wondering why she had this strange feeling that he was hiding something more than just his smoking habit.  She shook her head thinking perhaps she was being paranoid.  Ethan was a trusted friend of Prem's and there was no way he would be up to something else.


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Two heavily built men walked into a storage house carrying between them a man with short brown hair wearing a brown leather jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans.  He was stuttering uncontrollably causing them to look extremely irritated.  "Pppplease...ppplease...what did I do?  Why won't you tell me?  I did what Mr. BBBelova told me to do...why are you doing this to me?"  They tossed him to the ground and stood like two statues blocking the doorway making sure he couldn't run off.

 

"Would you shut up," a man in a tailored gray suit commanded.  

 

"MMMr. Nemov, sir...I-I-I think there is some misunderstanding here," the man groveled as he knelt on his knees.

 

"Really?" he replied stroking the brown goatee on his chin.  "I have sources and from what I heard you've been talking.  Seems like you've had other ideas...suddenly change your mind Misha?"

 

"Nno sir..." he hesitantly replied.

 

"Mr. Belova has paid you good money for your services...even set up a nice little fund for you to live your life comfortably.  And this is how you repay him?  By talking?  Did you know he made a New Year's resolution to be more caring in his business?  To be a nurturer...have more faith in his employees that they're not going to turn their backs on him and runaway when things get a bit tough.  Sadly I don't think Mr. Belova's going to be able to keep that resolution."  Misha swallowed hard.  "But I'm feeling generous today...why don't you tell me the reasons?"

 

Misha watched as Sergei pulled out a revolver and smiled mercilessly.  The two bodyguards hauled him to his feet as Sergei pointed the barrel at his right leg.  He slowly began to pull the trigger causing Misha to flinch in alarm.  The only sound that could be heard was the click of the hammer as the cylinder rolled forward.  "Looks like you were lucky there," Sergei replied.  "But let's see how lucky you really are...eventually the bullet will make its appearance..."  Misha continued to look on with fright as he saw the gun barrel shifted towards his left leg.  "How do you like this version of Russian Roulette we're playing?  Makes it much more interesting, no?  You actually have a chance of living...if you get shot in the leg or arm...and you don't have to worry about brain matter splattering everywhere...as I go straight for the heart."  He paused for a few minutes and looked at him wondering when he was going to start talking.  "Still refusing to answer the question?"

 

"Ww-wait..." Misha quickly replied as he saw him begin to pull the trigger.

 

Sergei stopped in mid pull and arched his eyebrows, "Yes?"

 

"I-I-I did what you requested me to do...but I had no idea you were going to be doing what you're doing.  Ddon't you realize the implications?  If this falls into the wrong hands---"

 

"Are you lecturing me on morality?  Ahhahahaha...you've got to be joking...and what did you think you were making for us?  You became too wrapped up in your own scientific wonderment and the ingenuity of what you created...that you are just as responsible for whatever destruction comes of it." Sergei replied.  "You should have taken comfort in the generous funds we sent you.

 

"Money...is that all you want?  Don't you realize if something happens to this world...that the money you're holding onto won't mean a thing?" Misha asked.

 

Sergei laughed heartily.  "You'd be surprised at who we're dealing with.  So, don't worry your little brain about it.  You can sleep peacefully tonight.  We'll get ours and they will get theirs...and everyone is happy in the end."  He finished pulling the trigger making Misha yelp.  "You're not shot," Sergei simply replied. 

 

The guards moved away allowing Sergei to finish the game they had started to play.  "So, will it be the left arm?"  He pulled the trigger and again nothing happened.  Sweat was being to drip down Misha's forehead as he watched with horror as Sergei continued to point at the next body part on the list.  "Right arm?"  Another click was heard but no explosive shot was made.  "Hmmm...you have a 50-50 chance will you survive or will this be the end right now'with your heart?  Stand up straight and take death like a man."  Misha just shook uncontrollable from the fear that this could be his last breath.  Sergei pointed straight at his heart and pulled the trigger.  There was a loud bang as the gun went off and the soft thud of a body falling.  He sighed and shook his head, "I guess today was not your lucky day."  He lifted his head and made a nodding motion to the two guards to take care and clean up the mess.  Sergei then walked out of the storage house and got into a black BMW 335i.  He started up the car but before he pulled out of the parking lot he made a quick call on his cell phone.  "It's been taken care of."

 

"Good," the thick voice on the other end replied.  "You're expected in Thailand by Friday."

 

"Yes, sir.  Orders?"

 

"Have a chat...see where things are.  Tie up any loss ends if necessary," the voice replied.

 

"Jitnukul and Ngamsan?"

 

"Keep them alive for now...too many dead bodies will only attract attention.  Bring back the disk."

 

"Yes, sir," Sergei answered and then ended the call.


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Prem tapped his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel as he sat in a silver Honda City.  He glanced about him keeping an eye out for anyone or anything out of the ordinary.  He sighed and reached down to grab the bottle of water sitting in the cup holder.  His lips curled into a tiny smile as he felt a soft hand blocking his attempt.  "What do you think you are doing?"  He turned his head and looked at her with a roguish grin.  "Drinking some water."

 

"It's my water bottle Prem...if you wanted something to drink you should have gotten your own."

 

"Oh come on Pumpkin, that's not fair.  I just want some water," Prem pleaded as she took the bottle away from him.

 

"Just something to drink?  You've drank nearly half the water.  I haven't even touched it yet," Heer replied.

 

"I'm just helping you not waste the water," Prem cheekily answered.

 

"The water is not going to waste," Heer said.

 

Prem leaned his head back on the headrest and glanced to his left with boredom at the scenery across the street.  "We've been sitting here for ages.  There has been no sign of Sergei Nemov.  Ethan and Sanjana haven't spotted anything interesting either in the club.  I hate these long stake outs...I'm so bored."

 

"Nobody said stakeouts were fun.  I'm surprised you didn't volunteer yourself to go in with Ethan and check out the club," Heer replied.  "If you want you can go do that."

 

"No, I'm staying here," Prem answered.  "How else am I going to spend time with my girl?"

 

Heer chortled at his comment and said, "This has been the most interesting date you've taken me on."

 

"Not much of a date.  We're fighting over a water bottle," Prem said.  He then gravely pondered, "You know for some place that is suppose be a hot bed of underground activity...Mr. Lor Horvejkul...and his Club Ice...seem to have melted.  I certainly hope we weren't given wrong information again by Ethan's contact."

 

"Even criminals have off days," Heer replied.  "And Ethan's contacts have been relatively on point except for the museum mishap...but things like this occur sometimes...nothing is perfect.  Heh, if I recall you almost shot my Dad...your boss...so, what do you call that?"

 

"Don't remind me," Prem frowned.  "Not one of my better moments.  Threatening your Dad like that wasn't exactly the best impression to make."

 

"Are you worried?"

 

"About my job?" Prem replied.  He then coughed as she swung the back of her hand onto his chest.  "Oh, that..." smiling mischievously knowing she had meant something else.  He held her hand in his and gently ran his fingers across her skin.  "You are the boss's daughter...he could have me taken care of and nobody would suspect a thing...that's quite a predicament...maybe I should just stay overseas..."

 

"Prem..."

 

His eyes flexed as he saw the unamused look she was giving him.  "Jooooking..."

 

"How can you joke about something like this?" Prem held onto her hand refusing to let her take it away from him.  He then leaned over to her side of the seat and looked her in the eyes.  "You really think I'd just walk away like that?  I love you and well, you Dad is going to have to understand that.  Besides, your Mom loves me...I'm sure she would be ecstatic to have me in the family.  And the most important thing is you love me."

 

Heer couldn't help but grin as he gently brushed his nose against her cheek and let his lips delicately press on the side of her mouth.  "No making out while on the job," she warned.

 

"Who says we're making out?" Prem inquired.  "Everyone just thinks we are...we've been parked out here long enough that they're probably pretty suspicious about what we are doing."

 

"So, you're just giving them something to talk about?"

 

"Something to ignore...nothing is suspicious about a guy kissing his girl," Prem replied as he continued to gently let his lips travel around her mouth.  He smirked when he felt her hands grip his back and then travel upwards into his thick black hair.  "Look who's getting involved?"

 

"I'm not," Heer giggled.  She let him continue to entice her with his half kisses as he brushed his lips sensually across her face.  Eventually Heer gave in letting her lips make contact with his in one sweet kiss.  She thought she was able to give him one kiss and be done with it but the sparked that passed between them was hard to ignore.  They let themselves go and enjoyed the feeling of being loved by one another.  Heer managed to open her eyes and turn her head to glance at the club.  "Prem, we have to keep an eye..."

 

"We are," he breathed.  "See anything?"

 

Heer clamped down on her lips and placed her hands on his shoulders trying to push him away as he wandered off and began nuzzling her neck.  "No, I don't see anything."

 

"See, we are doing our job."

 

Heer giggled as her hands slipped back up into a holding form cradling his head in her arms, "That tickles a little."

 

"But does this feel good?" Prem inquired as he trailed open mouth kisses on her supple skin.

 

"Of course it does," Heer replied with a slight hum as she stroked his hair.  "But we're going to get in a whole lot of trouble with Ethan and Sanjana if they catch us slacking.  Come on, Prem...this is serious...once this case is through you can have me all to yourself."

 

"Sorry," he replied as he lifted his head. 

 

"It's okay."

 

"You're right...we should be more focused.  Let's get this case solved and then we can go home.  We should have dinner with my Dad.  He'll be excited to see you again.  Maybe we should plan a trip to go somewhere fun," Prem suggested.

 

"What, Thailand isn't fun?"

 

"You know what I mean...some place close to home...in the States," Prem said.

 

"I know.  I'd like that," Heer replied.

 

He then gave her a dreamy look, "I love you."

 

"I love you too," Heer said placing her hand on his cheek.

 

Prem sighed and looked over at Club Ice.  "I think there has to be another entrance to the club.  We've been staring at the front and nothing interesting has happened.  Ethan is hovering around the back entrance inside the club and nobody has shown up.  Sanjana has been working the floor and she hasn't seen anything.  I think we should go for a walk."

 

"A walk?" Heer repeated as she saw him get out of the car.  "Wait..."

 

Prem walked over to the passenger side of the car put his arm around Heer as she got out.  He then pushed the door closed for her and hit the automatic lock on his key chain.  "Let's go for a romantic stroll Khushi."

 

"You are crazy Ali," Heer replied playing along with Prem as he used their aliases that had been made in Thailand. 

 

Prem put his mouth extremely close to her ear and whispered, "Let's cross the street further down and walk behind everything."  Heer giggled pretending he had said something romantic to her and gently pushed him.  He tightened his hold on her shoulders as she leaned into him and wrapped her arm around his waist.  "Sounds good...we should probably tell Ethan and Sanjana what we are doing," she whispered back.

 

"Love you too Babe," Prem said loudly as he placed his lips on the side of her head mimicking a kiss.  "Will do," he mumbled softly as they started walking down the street.


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Two lowball tumblers sat at the bar waiting patiently to be filled.  A gentle clinging echoed softly as perfectly shaped cubed ice dropped from tongs into the crystal cups.  Then ever so slowly a warm amber liquor was poured over the tops of the ice cubes filling it a little less than halfway.  It was then filled to the halfway mark by a splash of fizzy Coke.  A pair of hands took the glasses in hand and handed one to one of his guests wearing a black suit.  "Are you sure you don't want another one Pirat?" Lor Horvejkul asked.

 

"No thank you I'm fine," he replied adjusting the collar of his dark blue blazer.

 

"He's a little up tight over what happened.  He thinks I'm going to kill him," the man in the black suit laughed.

 

"Well, aren't you Sergei?" Lor inquired.

 

"Look at him...I think he just peed in his pants," Sergei chuckled as he took a sip of his Jack and Coke.  "Don't worry...Mr. Belova finds you valuable...as long as you remain loyal to us...we will remain loyal to you."

 

"Spoken like a true business man," Lor chuckled.

 

Sergei walked towards the large multi paneled flat screened television sets that were hanging on the wall and stared at the images being captured on the screens.  "Impressive set up you have here.  I would have thought you would have opted for one of those two way mirrors and dark shaded glass windows to see what is going on in your club."

 

"Those things make it too noticeable and obvious as to what they are for.  I decided to go with hidden cameras instead," Lor said.  "After the last gun shooting incident I found it cheaper than having to replace the d*mn glass window all the time."

 

"You've also added a secret entrance to your office.  Makes things very easy," Sergei smiled.

 

"I've been working on that for months now...finally got it finished and the way I wanted it to work.  Now it will be even harder for the police to find anything...not that they could ever do anything...all the circumstantial evidence they always try to pull...nothing ever sticks," Lor replied.

 

Sergei took another sip from his drink and then checked his watch, "Lor, can I have the special package Mr. Belova placed in your care?"

 

"Sure thing," he answered as he went to a safe.  He punched in his code and then opened the heavy metal door and handed over a brown package.  "It's untouched as you can see."

 

"That's why Mr. Belova trusts you.  You take great care of things," Sergei said.

 

"It's a mutual thing...it's how you earn respect," Lor said. 

 

Sergei smiled brightly.  "I hope you're taking notes Pirat.  You can learn a lot."  He gave Lor an appreciative nod and then finished his drink.  "Well, it's been a pleasure gentlemen...we will be in touch."  He turned around and was escorted by one of Lor's bodyguards to a secret door that looked like a large mirror hanging on the wall.  Sergei entered the hallway and walked behind the bodyguard as they moved down some steps and into a long tunnel.  They walked for a few minutes before they went up a several steps and exited into the basement of another building.  Sergei then walked to the back of basement and went out the back door.

 

As the door closed and locked behind him, his ears perked at hearing two voices talking.  Sergei stood close to the dumpster by the doorway trying to conceal himself.  He could distinctly make out that one of the voices was female and the other was male.  They seemed to be a couple taking a stroll.  This normally wouldn't seem odd but the fact that it was four in the morning and the couple was walking around in the back alley made Sergei highly suspicious.  He gently undid the button of his jacket so he could reach for his handgun.  He didn't know what to expect and hoped for his sake they would eventually move away so he could get to his car.  He'd rather not cause a scene and shoot some people if didn't have to.  He clutched the brown package tightly to his chest and waited.  When the couple finally walked by him and disappeared around the corner he cautiously stepped out and began walking.  Just then his cell phone suddenly started ringing letting him know he had a text message.  His face turned rigid as he heard footsteps walking back towards his direction.  He tried making a run for it but then found himself face to face with someone he never thought he would ever see again.  "Ms. Sophie Mars?  Or should I say Agent Maan?" Sergei smirked.

 

"Sergei..." Heer uttered.

 

"And we met again...sorry to hear about Jack...your old partner," he replied.

 

"How do you know about that?" Heer inquired as she tried to stop him from reaching for his gun.

 

Sergei managed to twist away and pulled out his hand gun in the same instant Heer pulled hers out.  They stood there pointing the guns at each other and stared at one another tensely wondering who would make the first move.  Sergei gave a tiny smirk and calmly challenged, "On the count of three?"  They both slowly lowered their guns at the same time as Sergei counted.

 

The minute the guns rested on the floor they both looked up and quickly made their moves.  Heer made a sweeping strike with her left leg trying to throw Sergei off balance.  But he moved out of the way in time and threw a punch which Heer blocked.  They made their way around the alley striking and blocking punch per punch and kick per kick.  "Surprised?" Heer taunted as she noted the way Sergei's face was slightly baffled.

 

"A lot better than I expected," Sergei replied as pulled back his shoulder and swung to the side only to be affectedly blocked by Heer's hand as she pushed his arm away.

 

"Women can fight," Heer said as she brought her leg up and made a swift kicking movement to her right.  Sergei bent backwards dodging her leg and then realized the leg was going to fall on top of him.  He quickly blocked with his arms and received the heavy blow falling to the ground. 

 

Sergei rolled away and stood back up with a confident grin.  "You may be better than expected but not enough to defeat me."  He launched into another string of attacks and was able to grab a hold of Heer's arm and twist it back as he pushed her up against a wall.  Heer tried not to vocalize the pain she was feeling as she struggled.  She lifted her right leg up and kicked Sergei in the thigh making him let go.  He stumbled backwards and was about to assault her again when he was kicked from the side.  The brown package that he had been carefully holding throughout the fight slipped from his hands and slid across the pavement.  Sergei turned his head to see Prem standing there with narrowed eyes. 

 

Prem braced himself at the onslaught of fast punches and swift kicks being delivered by Sergei.  One of those kicks landed hard enough on him that he went tumbling backwards over and into some wooden crates.  The back of his head smacked hard against one of the boards.  He tried getting up but was slightly stunned in an immobile position groaning.  Sergei took the chance while he was down and went back to Heer to take care of her.  He successfully delivered a hard kick to her chest knocking the wind out of her causing her to crumble to the ground.  Sergei then quickly went and retrieved his gun from the floor.  As he turned he saw Prem crawling his way to the brown package laying in the middle of the alley.  Sergei immediately went and hauled Heer up making sure to put his arm around her neck tightly so she couldn't move.

 

Prem shakily got up and held the package in his hands and yelled, "Hey Nermov...you dropped something..."

 

"I wouldn't do anything stupid agent," Sergei replied as he placed the gun barrel to Heer's temple.  He smirked as he saw the glimmer of fear register in Prem's eyes as he stood there looking at them.  "Oh, this your girlfriend, agent?" Sergei laughed.  "Didn't they teach you in the CIA not to give away your feelings through your eyes?"  He leaned in and smelled Heer's hair and gave a sneer.  "Smells delightful...must taste good too.  I bet she's a tigress in the bedroom."  Prem's jaw clenched tightly at hearing Heer being demeaned in that manner. 

 

"Leave her alone.  You want the package?" Prem asked his voice thick with anger.

 

"Oh, looks like I hit a nerve," Sergei replied calmly and then purposely smelled Heer's hair again.  Heer had a disgusted look on her face at his touch.  Prem knew what he was doing and tried to remain calm.  He couldn't stand the fact that he had allowed Heer to get caught in this situation.  Prem boldly started to walk forward holding his hands up showing Sergei he wasn't going to be trying anything.  "You are either a brave man or a stupid one."

 

"Let her go," Prem ordered.

 

"You have a lot of nerve trying to negotiate with me," Sergei replied.

 

"Then I guess this package means nothing to you then?" Prem probed.  He raised his hands up like he was about to throw it onto the ground.  "Then you wouldn't care if I threw it on the ground and stomped on it?"  Sergei remained silent refusing to give any indication of what his true feelings were.  "Well then..."

 

"I think you have the wrong idea," Sergei suddenly said causing Prem to stop the motion of his hand preventing the package from being thrown onto the ground.  "I have the gun here.  I could very easily shoot you and Agent Maan here."

 

"But you don't want to cause any unnecessary incidents here in Thailand.  Having a police investigation would hamper things quite a bit for Mr. Belova and his business.  I know you are smart enough not to do something like that.  You don't want two dead CIA agents on your hands...the agency would only continue to pursue you and Mr. Belova even more," Prem replied as he walked forward again.

 

Sergei smiled and then ordered, "Stop...kick the gun to the side."  Prem kicked Heer's gun that was laying on the ground away from him and continued to stand with his arms up.  "Slowly take out your gun and drop it behind you."  Prem carefully reached behind his black sports jacket and pulled his gun that was tucked in the back of his jeans out.  He showed it to him as he clicked the safety on and then dropped it behind him like Sergei had requested.  "Package on the ground and kick it towards me."  Prem nodded and did as he instructed.  The minute the brown package was by Sergei's foot he pushed Heer towards Prem and grabbed the package and ran.

 

"Are you okay?" Prem asked as held her in his arms.  He brushed her hair away from her face so he could inspect her.

 

"I'm fine...Nemov and the package," Heer replied.

 

Prem quickly got up and grabbed Heer's hand gun and went running in the same direction he had seen Sergei run off in.  He rounded the corner and was facing the street.  His eyes immediately zeroed in on Sergei running towards a dark red car.  He was shouting orders at his driver.  The driver pulled out his gun and started shooting at Prem causing him to quickly duck down behind a green car to take shelter from the gun fire.  Prem then heard Sergei angrily shouting at his driver to just go.  Prem swiftly ran up behind the car as it was pulling out of its parking spot and aimed at the tires.  He took a couple of shots that missed but the third shot connected and the car swerved and ran right into a lamp post.  Heer was soon by Prem's side with his handgun and they both ran up towards the crashed vehicle.  They cautiously approached because they weren't sure if someone was going to start shooting.  Prem fired a warning shot at the driver side tire to see if anything was going to happen.  They could see that the driver was groggy and disoriented from the airbag that had deployed.  He was in no condition to move and just sat there moaning.  Prem opened the door to the back seat and before Sergei could run out of the car Heer decked him sending him flying back into the vehicle.

 

Prem smiled and reached into the car and pulled out the brown package.  "We'll be taking this.  Send our love to Belova for us won't you?" he asked.  Sergei could only groan and lay in the back seat holding his face. 


"Cell phone," Heer suggested.

 

"Good thinking," Prem replied as he reached back in and fished out Sergei's cell phone from his suit pocket.  He and Heer then quickly walked away from the scene and went to inform their partners what they had discovered.


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Ethan just stared at the package that was open on the dining room table and started chuckling in amusement.  The group was back in his apartment in the city celebrating with a round of beers at their luck.  "The bloody luck you had...imagine finding Sergei Nemov like that...and this package...with the discs...one with the computer virus on it and the other with the list of potential buyers."

 

"You'd think he'd have these things separated," Sanjana replied as she looked through the disc with the list on her computer.  "It's definitely the who's who in the criminal world...you've got rebel leaders, terrorist leaders, drug lords..."

 

"So, what's the plan now Old Chap?" Ethan inquired.

 

Prem took a swig of beer and replied, "We'll wait for them to contact us.  Belova will want his things back and he'll eventually contact us.  We'll arrange a meeting and arrest him."

 

"You make it sound so simple," Ethan chuckled softly.

 

"After what we've been through I think this is probably the easiest part," Prem said.

 

"I'll drink to that," Heer replied as she lifted her beer to initiate a toast.  Everyone else raised their beer bottles as well and gently tapped them against each others. 

 

"So, anything interesting on the cell phone?" Ethan inquired.

 

"We should definitely check that," Prem replied as he pulled it out of his pocket.  "You know if this thing hadn't gone off like it did...who knows we might have totally missed Nemov."

 

Ethan took the phone from his hands, "Hmmm...iPhone 4...pretty looking thing."  He swiped his finger across the screen to unlock the phone.  "Looks like Nemov got a text message from someone," he informed.  "It just says Go.  No name or anything...oops...where did the message go?"

 

"What happened?" Prem inquired.

 

"I think my fingers are too bug...hit something by accident...I think I might have deleted it," Ethan replied with a frown.

 

"Here let me take a look at it," Sanjana answered.  Ethan handed the phone to her and watched her as she fiddled around with it.  "We should be able to get this back...huh...I think you did delete it Ethan."

 

"Oh hell," he replied.  "Me and my stupid fingers.  Sorry Old Chap."

 

"It's fine.  You said there wasn't a name on it.  Just a phone number?"  Prem inquired.

 

"Yeah, um...4750?  I think where the last four numbers'sorry memory is sort of fuzzy..."

 

"It's fine...we've been up for awhile...it's like six in the morning.  The person might have called or texted before...so the number may still be listed on calls list.  Sanjana why don't you get in touch with Preet and have him run the numbers to see if he can find anything," Prem suggested.

 

"I will.  It's a good thing he contacted us first and made that secure encrypted channel with us," Sanjana said.  "Mind if I send this to him tomorrow?"

 

"Sure, it's late.  We should get some rest," Prem replied.

 

"Princess, you can have the master bedroom," Ethan offered.

 

"It's okay.  You've been sleeping on the couch for awhile now," Sanjana replied.

 

"Are you offering something else?" Ethan inquired playfully raising his eyebrows up and down.

 

Sanjana chuckled, "I'll take the couch.  It pulls out into a bed, right?"

 

"It does indeed," Ethan said.  "Here let me go get the sheets and everything."

 

"Good night guys," Prem said as he and Heer waved and walked into the guest room.


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Heer gently rubbed her right shoulder and sighed tiredly as she walked towards the bed.  She paused in mid stride when she felt the tender touch of Prem's fingers massaging her shoulder.  "Are you okay?" he asked worried.  Things had happened so fast after the incident with Sergei that they hadn't had a chance to check their wounds and bruises.  "I'm sorry.  I should have been there faster.  It took a lot longer to loop back through the other alley and show up on the other side.  I should have stayed and told you to go instead to block him."

 

"Don't feel guilty about it...it's all in a day's work.  It isn't like the first time I've been roughed up a bit," Heer said.  She turned around and placed her hand on his shoulder trying to make him turn around.  "How's your head?"  She carefully ran her fingers around the curve his head and found a large protruding bump.

 

"Ehhhh," Prem winched.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Heer replied and gave him kiss on his head.  "You need to get some ice on that."

 

"What about you?"

 

"I could probably use one for my shoulder.  I'm going to go take a shower and then crawl into bed," Heer said.

 

"Mmmm...shower...bed...sounds great...can't wait to do that too..." Prem replied as he pulled Heer closer so he could hug her from behind.  "I just want to cuddle with you."

 

Heer smiled and breathed deeply enjoying the way he rested his chin on her left shoulder with his head leaning against hers.  "The sooner you let me go take that shower the sooner we'll get to cuddle."

 

"That's true.  But I don't feel like letting go right now," Prem replied as he closed his eyes snuggled his chin against her shoulder.

 

"I love you too," Heer simply said.  Prem sighed happily and let her go.  She turned around and gave him quick peck on the lips and caressed his cheek.  

 

"I'll go get us some ice bags," Prem replied.

 

"I'll try not to fall asleep when you take your shower," Heer promised.

 

"I'll hold you to that," Prem said causing Heer to flash him a giggly smile.  "Otherwise I'll just wake you up."

 

"Remember what happened the last time?" Heer asked.

 

"But this time I'll be prepared.  I won't get decked in the nose," Prem replied.  Heer laughed shaking her head and walked into the bathroom.  Prem just grinned and left the room.    


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This was pretty long chapter but I needed to cram all this information into this chapter so we can move all this spy/action track ahead.  More twists and turns up ahead Wink...all I'll say things get really interesting for Prem and Heer.

Now that they have all the evidence will everything go as planned with the meeting with Belova?  Or will things go unexpected for the team again?  Is there a traitor in the midst?


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thnx for updatin grace.........great chapter........lot of twits......
i think ethan is up to somethin....Confused....somethin fishy abt his behavior......lik he deleted d msg.......
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Heeeeey Grace! Hug Sorry havent commented for a while, been really busy with exams! Ouch Nontheless, nothing I say nothingggg can stop me from reading your amazing piece of work, havent missed a single chapter with this or AWMARW LOL

Loveeee how the story is progressing and OMGGG Ethan? Don't tell me he's a bad guy Cry I really liked him.
 
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ohh finally u updated i was waiting for it and yeah is ethan hiding something i am not believing him at all and yeah premeer romance was awesome and i hope ethan doenst do anything harm to premeer and update soon and i am also waiting for you to update your ff cant wait to read kk then byeeeeee

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