Becca XXX – Hard Time Ch. 15 by Naughtybecca,Naughtybecca

Author’s note: – This is a follow on to the previous chapter of Becca XXX Hard Time. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

Becca XXX. Hard Time. Ch 15.

Sometimes my dreams were so vivid that they felt like they were real. It was difficult to know if I was awake or asleep. It was like being in a trance, but I was consciously thinking about what I’d seen and heard since I’d met Charles Hamilton and arrived on his island. My subconscious was working overtime to figure out what the hell was going on here. Certain words were echoing around my head like a ringing bell, over and over.

‘American terrorists… The Patriots… The Generals… Hamilton… Missiles.’

Initially, it felt like my mind was trying to get an overview of what was happening, but it needed to dig deeper. My thoughts became more focused.

‘The Patriots… Four men… Whitehouse… Pentagon… Capitol… Liberty… Code names… American landmarks.’

There was a clue here – I was sure of it. The four terrorists didn’t want to use their real names for obvious reasons, but I couldn’t help thinking that they’d selected American landmarks as their code names for a reason. The Whitehouse, The Pentagon, The Capitol Building and The Statue of Liberty were all viable targets if they wanted to make a statement. Even if they managed to launch just one missile at those landmarks, the message would be very loud and very clear. It would show the world that the great superpower of the United States wasn’t as secure as they made out.

If my theory was correct, it explained what they were going to do and how they were going to do it, but it didn’t explain why. It wouldn’t kill a huge number of people and it would certainly turn public opinion against The Patriots which made the whole exercise pointless. With Hamilton being involved there was no way he would supply these weapons unless he got something out of it. I had no idea what was in the silver briefcase, but that felt more like a token gesture rather than the real payment. Hamilton wanted The Patriots to attack those landmarks with his weapons for a reason, so I kept my eyes closed and went over what I’d seen last night in the warehouse.

‘Stinger missiles… Strela missiles… Russian missiles… Russian missiles… Russian Missiles.’

My eyes snapped open and I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

“Holy shit,” I murmured. “They can’t be; can they?”

I thought back to what Whitehouse had said after he’d fucked me. He’d mentioned that the US had become a soft touch and that it needed a wake up call to make America great again. Launching missiles at key American landmarks would certainly make a statement, but it would be a one shot deal and it would be short-lived. I then thought about why they would be buying Russian Strelas instead of American Stingers and the answer became glaringly obvious. This wasn’t about The Patriots argument with their government, it was about making it look like someone else had attacked America.

After the attack, an immediate investigation would take place to find out who had carried it out. One of their first ports of call would be to analyse the remains of the missiles to find out what had been used for such an atrocity.

If they did that – what would they find?

Russian weaponry.

Russian weaponry used on American soil.

Everything would point to a Russian attack rather than home grown terrorists. The implications didn’t bear thinking about. If the yanks thought that Russia had attacked them, it could kick off World War Three.

I sat up in bed feeling sick.

Had I got this wrong?

Had I added two and two together and made six?

Was I being paranoid?

It was perfectly feasible that Charles would use The Patriots to do his dirty work, but why would The Generals want to start a war between America and Russia? That part didn’t make any sense.

I didn’t know the answer to that one, but I couldn’t deny the facts. If The Patriots left this island with Russian weapons and attacked those targets, it wasn’t going to end well for anybody. I needed help with this and the only person I remotely trusted was Sasha. She seemed to have the same morals as me, and she had certainly been shocked when she found out that her father was selling weapons to terrorists. If I told her who I really was, maybe she could help me to contact Lexa and we could warn the Americans of the incoming flight. I could also tell Lexa where I was and get a team in to give me some backup. They wanted Charles dead after all.

It was going to be a long shot, but at this stage, it looked like my only option. I just hoped that she wouldn’t go running to daddy, telling him who I was and why I was there.

I kicked the thin bed sheet off to air my naked body. My night-time excursion had left me sweaty and sticky and I hadn’t had a shower for fear of waking everyone up. It would have seemed strange for me to be showering at two in the morning so I’d just gone to bed.

The clock on the wall told me it was now eight and I’d only had six hours of restless sleep. Although I was exhausted, I couldn’t waste any more time so I jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom. After a quick shower, I left my hair damp and put on a small amount of eye makeup. I needed to look the same as I had the day before, as though I was just going to enjoy another day on the beach.

I left the bathroom and walked back out into the bedroom to find Sasha waiting for me. She had literally just walked through the door as I appeared.

“Becca… great, you’re awake,” she said quietly, glancing down the corridor to make sure we were alone.

She seemed nervous, but excited, like a child who had a secret to tell.

“Morning Sasha, I’m glad you’re here,” I said, making no effort to cover my nakedness. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Great, because I need to talk to you too,” she said, closing the door behind her and sitting on the edge of the bed.

She patted the mattress as an invite for me to join her so I sat next to her wondering what she was up to.

“I’ve not got long,” she murmured. “Maurice is here and he’s talking to daddy in his office. I thought I’d seize the opportunity before he comes back.”

“Seize the opportunity for what?” I quizzed.

“The opportunity to borrow this,” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. It was identical to the one I’d seen Charles examining at the plane when The Patriots had arrived.

“Holy shit. You got into the silver case?” I gasped. “What the hell is it?”

She passed me the vial carefully and I held it up to the light. It was about the size of a lipstick and completely sealed apart from a rubber membrane over one end. Inside there was a translucent light-blue liquid.

“I don’t know, but that case is full of them. There’re at least fifty more like that.”

“Shit. Is there any paperwork with them or something that might tell us what it is?”

“No, but there’s a chemical symbol on the bottom of the vial,” she pointed out. “I think it might be some sort of iron compound.”

I turned the vial upside down and saw what she meant. The initials F.E. were etched onto the glass with a circle around them.

“Fe is the chemical symbol for iron,” she said. “I remember it from school.”

“It is, but not when it’s written like that,” I explained. “It should be a capital ‘F’ followed by a lowercase ‘e’. This looks more like a company logo.”

“Shit, you might be right,” she replied. “What the hell does F.E. stand for. Do you think it’s military?”

“It could be, but I’m sure I’ve seen those initials before, I just can’t think where.”

“Well, if it’s military we better not drop it. It might be a nerve agent or a biological virus,” she said, suddenly realising the seriousness of what we were holding.

She was right. Charles was an arms dealer and it would make sense that he’d trade missiles for chemical warfare. He’d already stolen nuclear waste for dirty bombs in the past so I wouldn’t put anything past him.

“Was there anything else in the case?” I asked.

She was about to answer when we heard footsteps coming down the corridor. Whoever it was sounded like they were coming our way so I quickly passed the vial back to Sasha who put it back in her pocket. There was a brief knock on the door and then it burst open. I knew it wasn’t going to be Charles, he never knocked. As the door opened, a huge shadow appeared blocking out the light. Any chance of me telling Sasha about my true identity and my theory about The Patriots would have to wait.

The hulking mass in the doorway was Maurice.

“Ms Sloan, Mr Hamilton requires your presence immediately,” he bellowed, making no attempt to avoid looking at my naked body.

“What does he want to see me about?” I asked with a little sass in my voice. “We’re in the middle of something.”

“Now, please,” he gestured towards the door.

“Can I at least put some clothes on?” I said, standing up to give him a full frontal. “Or does your boss want me naked?”

He thought about it for a moment, but Sasha butted in before he could respond.

“For fuck’s sake, Maurice, get out and give her some privacy,” she snapped, getting up and charging towards him. “She’ll be out in two minutes, you fucking pervert.”

Maurice looked like a scalded cat and backed out of the room.

“I’m sorry, Ms Hamilton,” he apologised. “Please be quick. Your father doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

She practically pushed him out of the room and I realised the power that Sasha had over such a huge guy. The last thing he wanted to do was upset his boss’s daughter. She quickly closed the door and turned back to face me.

“You’d better get dressed,” she said. “Maurice is right, daddy hates to be kept waiting.”

I nodded and started to rummage around in the wardrobe for something to wear.

“Make sure that you put that thing back where you found it,” I said. “We don’t know what it is or how your father will react if he finds out it’s missing.”

“I will,” she replied as I threw on some clothes.

I picked out a black bikini and the daisy-dukes from the previous day and quickly got dressed.

“What did you want to tell me?” Sasha quizzed, moving closer. “How did you get on entertaining his clients?”

“It went as expected. I think they are bad people, but I’ll tell you about it later. Now’s not the time,” I said quietly, nodding in the direction of the door.

I didn’t know if Maurice was listening so my confession to Sasha would have to wait. I fluffed my hair up which was now practically dry and had a last check in the mirror like I always do before I left the room.

“Ok. Let’s go and see what daddy wants me for,” I sighed, feeling a little worried.

“I bet he wants to know how it went last night,” she shrugged.

“Let’s hope so.”

We opened the door and walked out into the corridor. Maurice was waiting for us, dressed in a black suit which looked completely unsuitable for the climate. It was hardly surprising that he was wearing the same clothes he’d arrived in, I doubted that Charles would have anything that would fit him. The guy was even bigger than I remembered, towering above me and filling half the width of the corridor.

“This way please,” he gestured towards the stairs.

We both followed along behind him like a couple of puppies. I had a feeling of dread about seeing Hamilton, something about this didn’t feel right. We walked up the stairs and stopped outside the office I’d seen the night before. Maurice knocked on the door and waited for it to be answered.

“Enter,” boomed Charles from the other side.

Maurice opened the door and moved aside to let us pass. He was polite and chivalrous even if he was intimidating. I entered the spacious office with Sasha following along behind me.

“Hi daddy,” she beamed. “Did you want to see us about something?”

“No Munchkin, I need to see Becca… alone,” he replied sternly. “I will need to talk to you after.

The guy was in business mode again and wasn’t in the mood for Sasha’s playfulness. That made me even more nervous.

“Oh… right… ok,” she stammered, sounding surprised. “I’ll see you later then, Becca. I’ll be at the pool.”

“Yes babe,” I replied, feeling increasingly concerned about what this was all about.

Without another word, Sasha left and skipped off down the stairs. At least it would give her time to return the vial she’d taken. I felt a huge shadow behind me as Maurice entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“Please sit,” he said, pointing at the chair in front of Charles’ desk.

I sat down in the plush leather chair feeling underdressed for whatever this was. Maurice stood directly behind me like a brick wall, letting me know he was there. Charles was seated behind his desk with his back to the window and his elbows resting on the table. His fingers were steepled in his power pose and he was staring right through me.

“You wanted to see me, Mr Hamilton?” I said.

On the desk between us was one of the large brown envelopes I’d see Maurice arrive with the previous night.

“How did it go with my clients last night?” he was straight down to business.

“As expected. They seemed pretty satisfied by the time I’d finished with them. So was I to be honest,” I giggled.

I thought my naughty comment might lighten the mood, but it didn’t.

“Did they tell you anything?”

“Like what?”

“Like who they are and what they’re doing here,” he replied.

“Only that they are The Patriots and they want to make America great again.”

“Did they say how?”

“No, why?”

“Did they tell you why they are here or what I’m selling to them?” he ignored my question.

“No. Should they have?”

“Did they mention how they’re paying me?”

“Paying you for what? I don’t know what you’re looking for here.”

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh as though he had the world’s problems on his shoulders.

“Tell me again how you ended up in prison with my daughter,” he said, changing the subject

“I already told you. I was working for a government agency as an undercover operative. I killed someone who happened to be the son of an influential business man. He was friends with a police chief and they wanted someone to serve time for it. I was disavowed by my agency and thrown in prison.”

There was a silence for a few seconds and it felt like the air was thick with suspicion. Charles was phishing for something here and I didn’t like his line of questioning.

“Who were you working for? What agency was it?” he asked.

“I told you, it didn’t have a name. Are you going somewhere with this?” I asked. “Have I done something wrong?”

He still ignored my questions and leaned forwards onto the desk. He extended one hand and pushed the envelope towards me.

“Open it,” he ordered.

My heart was pounding by now and my palms were sweating. I tried to calm myself down with deep breaths, hoping that I’d just find my new identity in the envelope. I told myself that I was just being paranoid and that this was just another one of his games to show me who was in charge.

I slid the envelope off of the desk and unfolded the flap which hadn’t been stuck down. I then stuffed my hand in and gripped a small cardboard book.

It was a passport.

I felt slightly relieved, but I wasn’t out of the woods yet. I opened the passport and thumbed through it to find my new identity. It was on the second page, showing my mug shot, correct date of birth and my new name.

My heart stopped for a split second when I saw the name they’d picked for me.

Rebecca Mansfield.

It was my real name.

‘Holy fucking shit. They know who I am,” I thought to myself. ‘How?’

My mind raced at light speed, but I showed no reaction. Maybe it was just a coincidence that he’d picked that name. Keeping my first name the same was always a good idea as it was a natural instinct to reply if someone called it out. Maybe the surname had been picked out randomly.

“Do you have anything to say to me?” Charles asked, looking into my eyes for a reaction.

I paused for a second as though I was confused.

“Thank you?” I shrugged.

Charles glanced up at the giant behind me and then back to me. The atmosphere could have been cut with a knife. If he wanted to, Charles could have just nodded at Maurice and he would snap my neck like a twig, but he didn’t.

“What do you think to the name we picked for you?” he quizzed.

“It seems ok. I’m just grateful to leave my old life behind and move forwards with a new one. Thank you,” I said again.

He eyed me suspiciously. This wasn’t the reaction he’d been expecting and it seemed to throw him off guard a little. He glanced at Maurice again and then back to me. He seemed to be in a quandary about what to do with me.

If he knew who I was, it made me wonder what else he knew about me. Maybe he knew about my previous missions or even about who I worked for. It was looking like I might have to fight my way out of the room and bring my escape plan into action earlier than I thought. I was unarmed, but my weapons were only a couple of hundred metres away. If I could make it to the beach, I would have a fighting chance, but I would have to kill Charles and Maurice before that could happen. I looked on his desk for anything I could use. There were pens lined up next to his keyboard and a letter opener to my left. Any of those pointed objects would do the job, but I would have to be quick. If Maurice got a hold of me, I’d be dead.

“Are you really wanting to leave your old life behind or are you here for a different reason?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

He paused again and then produced a second envelope from his drawer. Instead of passing it to me, he dipped his hand inside and pulled out a large photograph.

Slap.

He threw it onto the table in front of me. After one glance at it, I knew I was in serious trouble. It was a photo of Ethan, my boss from The Facility. It had been taken from a distance using a zoom lens by the look of how it was focused.

“Do you know this man?” Charles asked, as monotone and calm as usual.

There was no aggression in his voice. It felt more like a job interview than an interrogation. I didn’t want to commit to an answer at this stage so I just asked a question back.

“Should I?” I asked.

He produced another photo and slapped it on the desk facing me. This one was another picture of Ethan, but he was talking to a woman in the photo.

My heart sank even further.

The woman was me.

“What about now? Do you recognise anyone?” he raised his eyebrows at me.

I stayed silent, trying to figure out a way out of this. I couldn’t deny the evidence he’d presented me with, but I could still stick to my story.

“He’s my old boss,” I admitted.

“Finally, we’re getting somewhere,” he said. “My good friend Maurice here has been doing some digging into who you are and it turns out that you work for Ethan Green of all people.”

It sounded like Charles knew my boss and that worried me even more.

“I used to,” I replied. “He’s the one who made me take the fall for killing the drug dealer. He’s the one who disavowed me.”

“Really? And you just happened to finish up in the same prison as my daughter? I find that a very big coincidence. He sent you here, didn’t he?” he said it as a statement rather than a question. “What’s your mission?”

He was still calm and collected. Lack of anger in his voice made him seem even more threatening.

“There is no mission. I had no idea who she was or who you were until I got into Bronzefield,” I lied.

“Don’t lie to me, Agent Becca. I know who you are and who you work for, just as you know all about me. You’re Rebecca Mansfield just as your passport states. You work for a black ops group ran by Ethan. Your handler’s name is Lexa. Maurice has found out all we needed to know. You’ve been a real pain in my ass for the last couple of years, getting in the way of my objectives. Ethan’s been after me for a long time, but I have to say, he’s excelled himself this time. None of his team have ever gotten this close to me. I congratulate you… and him… bravo.”

He gave me a tiny sarcastic clap.

“You’ve got it all wrong. I was disavowed and…”

“ENOUGH,” he shouted, banging his fist on the table making me jump. “You somehow found out that my daughter was still alive and you used her to get to me – just admit it. Of course you know who I am.”

When you’re under interrogation, it’s fine to stick to your cover story as long as it is getting you somewhere and it’s being believed. The secret was to know when you’re beaten and when to break cover in order to survive. Maurice had done his homework and because of that, my life was now in danger. There was no point in denying the truth any longer, I had to come clean and look for an opportunity to escape.

“OK. You’re Charles Hamilton, head of the Hamilton group,” I reeled off the facts I knew about him. “Your business has a legitimate side, but you’re also an illegal arms dealer. You are also middle management for a secret organisation known as The Generals. Yes, we used your daughter so I could get close to you and investigate what you’re up to and who you are selling weapons to.”

I didn’t tell him that I was here to kill him for obvious reasons, but if my situation didn’t improve soon, I was going to carry out my mission and pray that I got out of it alive.

“At last, the truth prevails,” he held his hands up in a hallelujah. “Although I’m a bit upset about being called middle-management?” he let out a laugh. “Is that what he told you?”

Maurice laughed along with him, making the back of my chair vibrate with his guttural chuckle.

“You have no idea what you’re involved in, do you?” Charles continued. “You’ve been doing Ethan’s bidding without even questioning it.”

“Maybe you should enlighten me,” I replied. “How do you know Ethan?”

He paused for a long beat to build the tension and then replied with something I’d always been half-expecting.

“We were in the military together until we both got disillusioned with it all. We wanted to serve our country, but the rules of engagement and all of the bureaucracy got in the way. It made it impossible for us to get the job done so we decided to set up our own organisation to continue our fight against the bad people of this world,” he explained.

I didn’t like the sound of where this was heading. I’d had my suspicions about Ethan for some time and now they appeared to be coming true.

“You set up The Generals together?” I quizzed.

“Yes. Ethan Green and I were the co-founders,” he replied with a wide grin.

My jaw dropped open. Charles wasn’t middle-management – he was the one in charge of the whole organisation. He and Ethan had started the whole thing, but it left me with one obvious question.

“Is Ethan still part of your group?” I asked, fearing the answer.

“Far from it,” he replied. “He left The Generals shortly after it formed. He said that my methods didn’t fit in with his sense of morality. After being tied to so many rules and regulations in the military, I wanted free reign to do whatever was necessary to protect my country. Sadly, military personnel got killed, innocent people got caught in the cross-fire and it didn’t sit well with him. I told him that collateral damage was all part of it, but he said I was a psychopath.”

I could see his point. Charles was a psychopath, his past history with the missions I’d been involved in told me that.

“Ethan left us and formed his own private military group. For a while we actually worked on very similar projects, albeit separately. He would follow a different set of guide lines to me, but we both had our country’s best interests at heart,” he continued. “We’re on the same side, Becca. I just do things a little differently.”

“If we’re on the same side, why did you try and carry out a terror attack on your own country?” I asked. “Detonating dirty bombs at motorway junctions to cripple the UK isn’t exactly patriotic, is it.”

“You’re just like Ethan. You never see the bigger picture,” he shrugged. “There was a very good reason for it.”

“Like what? Crashing the stock market to make more money and then forcing the government’s hand to re-join the EU? That’s not worth the misery you’d have caused and the innocent lives you’d have taken.”

“It was never the intention to detonate all of the bombs. I was just going to do one to begin with, with the possibility of more if my plan didn’t work. Crashing the stock market was a bi-product of the plan, it wasn’t the main reason. Our country is far weaker now that we are out of the EU, we need to re-join it as soon as possible. The government just needed a wake up call to make them see the light.”

He was spouting the same bullshit as The Patriots from the previous night. This guy sounded like a preacher in front of his congregation, only the outcome of his words were far more deadly and far reaching.

“I think the people of the UK voted on that already. They decided to leave and that should be an end to it. Threatening them to make them re-join would never have worked,” I stated. “Our country doesn’t negotiate with terrorists. You of all people should know that.”

“Well, thanks to you and Ethan it never got that far. I know you were involved in killing my men,” he spat as though it left a bad taste in his mouth. “But neither of you are seeing the bigger picture. You have no idea what’s coming our way. With the UK and EU weakened and at logger heads with each other, it leaves us wide open to attack.”

“Attack from who?” I shrugged.

“Russia.”

A silence descended on the room like a dark cloak. The pieces started to drop into place, not only about this mission, but also my previous encounters with The Generals.

“Russia?” I gasped. “Why would they attack us? I thought the Cold War ended years ago.”

“You stupid girl… it never ended. It’s just being fought in a different way. The Soviet Union collapsed in the nineties, but that doesn’t mean we’re not still fighting Russia. All the peace talks and hand shakes on the news over the years have just been a ruse to keep the world quiet. The war is still ongoing and the Russian President has just been waiting for an opening. Now he has one.”

“And you think that us leaving the EU shows enough of a weakness for him to make a move?” I asked, starting to understand where he was coming from.

“It could be the beginning of the end for the EU. Now that we have left, other member states are also making noises about leaving. The same thing happened to the Soviet Union in the nineties and that’s what caused it to collapse. The member states wanted independence from Russia and one by one they all left. Ukraine, Belarus, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Moldova,” he counted them on his fingers. “Not only did they leave the Soviet Union, some of them joined the EU, further angering the Russians.”

If what he was saying was true, I was stuck in the middle of a Cold War between Russia and the West which had never ended. It had just lay dormant as Russia bided its time.

“Why are you getting involved in it? Surely our governments are keeping an eye on things,” I pointed out.

“Their idea of keeping an eye on things is to fight wars against Russia in other countries,” he replied. “You only need to look at what’s been going on in Afghanistan or Syria to figure that out, the list goes on and on. The west backs one side and the Russians supply arms to the other. It’s the same war, but without invading each other’s countries directly. The victor comes away with oil or mineral rights from that country while pretending that it was all about stamping out terrorism and oppression. Its been going on since the second world war. The problem is that Russia has changed its tactics.”

“Changed them how?”

“They’ve moved on to cyber warfare. They attack our infrastructure without even leaving their office. They can shut down hospitals or power stations. They can even control the outcomes of elections or referendums,” he replied.

Something rang an alarm bell with his last comment. I gave an involuntary reaction as I tried to figure out what he was insinuating. I thought back to my mission at Kingsley Manor with Natalie, but my train of thought was interrupted as Charles read my mind.

“That’s right… you’ve just started to figure things out, haven’t you Agent Becca,” he smirked. “That idiot Tristan almost handed it to the Russians on a plate. If you hadn’t stepped in with your slutty little friend, we’d have a fucking Russian spy running the country by now. I told you, we are on the same side.”

Tristan had been part of the political campaigns for both Wilson and Hughs during the election of the new prime minister. He had been paid off by both parties to aid their rise to power, but Tristan had had no idea that Hughs was working for the Russians.

“Hughs and Stanislav,” I gasped. “If I hadn’t killed Stanislav at the embassy, Hughs would have won the election. Tristan had no idea what he was getting into when he took the Russian money.”

“You catch on quickly. Russia was trying to rig the vote… just like they did with Brexit. They wanted Hughs in charge of the country in the same way that they wanted us to leave the EU.”

“You’re saying that Russia rigged the Brexit vote? Do you have proof of that?” I asked.

“No, its just a theory at the moment, but I’m never wrong about this sort of thing. Russia has always wanted to reform the Soviet Union and it now has the perfect opportunity. It’s already started with Ukraine, but it won’t stop there. Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Moldova, he’ll keep advancing until he takes them all back. With the EU weakened it will be his for the taking.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. In a weird way, it actually made sense to me. I knew that the Russians had been involved in trying to rig the election so why wouldn’t they have had an influence on Brexit?

“Let’s say that what you’re saying is true; it still doesn’t explain why you’d attack our own country,” I said. “Detonating dirty bombs would have turned the whole country against you. They’d have hunted you down for terrorism.”

“The attack would never have come back to me. All the evidence would point back to Russia. I made sure that Shaw used Russian detonators for the bombs and that the money trail would lead back to accounts owned by the Kremlin. It would have worked out perfectly and turned our attention, and that of our allies, against Russia once and for all. They need to be stopped before it goes too far.”

“You’re talking about starting world war three,” I gasped. “It could result in a nuclear war.”

“Even the Russians aren’t crazy enough to do that,” he laughed. “The world needs to stand up against them and put them back in their box. My UK plan may have failed, but the gentlemen you entertained last night have a new plan.”

“They’re terrorists?” I gasped as though in shock.

“No, they are patriots, just as their name suggests.”

“What are they planning?”

“I’m glad you asked because I have a proposition for you which will be mutually beneficial to all of us. The Patriots are here to purchase Russian missiles from me in order to carry out an attack on the US. That attack will make it look like it was carried out by the Russians and should spark the Americans to take action against our mutual enemy. Seeing as the UK government won’t listen to reason, perhaps our allies across the pond with their gung-ho attitude will stand up and do what needs to be done.”

“You’re planning a missile attack on America? Are you fucking insane?” I gasped as though I didn’t already know.

“No, but the Russians are,” he laughed. “At least that’s how it will look.”

We both went quiet for a moment as he let it sink in. I looked deep in thought as though this information was completely new to me. At least my theory had been correct, but it didn’t make it any less terrifying. If what he said about a Russian invasion of Europe was true, there must have been a less extreme way of bringing it to people’s attention. Killing innocent Americans and risking a nuclear war certainly wasn’t the way to go.

“I fail to see how this is mutually beneficial,” I stated. “What’s your proposition?”

I glanced down at the letter opener on the table, wishing it was a little closer to me. This guy had now given me enough of a reason to kill him, regardless of how Sasha was going to feel about it.

“I have just found out this morning that The Patriots may have short-changed me with their payment,” he explained.

“Short-changed you how? Surely they’ve just done a bank transfer,” I pointed out. “How can they short change you with something like that?”

“They’re not paying me with money. They have promised me something far more valuable, but it would appear that it’s not what they say it is. I think their group has been infiltrated by an undercover agent similar to yourself and that they have switched the goods,” he explained.

“What are they paying you with?” I asked, thinking back to the glass vial that Sasha had shown me that morning.

“Let’s go back a year or two first,” he replied. “Like I said, you’ve been a pain in my ass for a number of years with your constant interfering, from closing the G-spot clubs to stopping my terror attack only a few weeks ago. After all the problems you’ve caused me, one incident in particular sticks in my mind. Do you remember the Eden Project?”

I remembered it very well. I’d been sent to investigate the disappearance of a young girl who had run away from home to join the religious cult. I’d found a lot more going on there than just sexual abuse of women. More pieces of the puzzle dropped into place as I realised what was in the glass vials and what the initials F.E. stood for.

“I remember the abuse of young runaways in order to extract stem cells from pregnant women against their will,” I said. “Holy shit, is that what those guys are paying you with – fucking stem cell treatments?”

“I can see why Ethan employs you,” he raised his eyebrows at me. “You’re certainly more than a pretty face. Since you had the Eden Project shut down and my good friends Peter Tobias and Elijah Freeman eliminated, I’ve been struggling to find a replacement manufacturer for my stem cells and my stocks are running low. The Patriots told me that they could get the same product in America. It turned out that Elijah Freeman had a US partner who was manufacturing the same thing there. First Element was alive and kicking in the good old US of A and these guys could get a hold of it.”

F.E. – First Element was the trade name for Elijah’s stem cell treatments. I knew I’d seen those initials somewhere before. The revelations just kept coming.

“No wonder you look so young and vibrant,” I complimented him. “You’ve been using First Element’s stem cell treatment.”

“Becca, I’m sixty-one years old and this stuff has knocked years off of me. I look and feel like a forty year old thanks to the Eden Project’s research. When I found out that these guys could get hold of it, I jumped at the chance. Everything they told me appeared to check out, but I have had their product tested by one of my lab technicians here on the island and it’s nothing more than coloured water,” he showed his feelings with a snarl of his lips. “I’m guessing at least one of those mother fuckers is working for the American government and must have switched the goods. I need to know who it is.”

“Why don’t you confront them about it?” I quizzed. “There’s no honour among thieves. I’m sure whoever it is will get ratted out by the real members of the group.”

“I can’t risk it,” he said, brushing it away. “There’s too much at stake here. I need them to carry out the missile attack and I don’t want to jeopardise that. Maurice here has tried to find out who each of those guys are, but it’s proving even more difficult than finding out that you worked for Ethan. I need someone to infiltrate their group and route out the prime suspect. I’m sure someone with your skill set will recognise a fellow agent when you see one.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Not only was this maniac planning to start world war three, he wanted me to find out who the spy was in his group in order to let it happen. I had to admire his determination if nothing else.

“You’re asking me to help you?” I laughed. “Why would I do that?”

“Because we’re on the same side here. If we don’t do this, Russia will have a foot hold in Europe and we’ll never be able to push them back. Put our differences aside and think about the bigger picture for a change. There are already Russian operatives on British soil, positioning themselves to weaken the UK further. We need to act now, for all our sakes.”

I put on my thinking face as though I was mulling over his proposal. In actual fact, I was doing the opposite. I saw an opportunity here which might end this once and for all, but I was going to have to be extremely careful. If there really was an American operative working undercover with The Patriots he would be my only ally on the island. I would need to root him out just like Charles had suggested, but I would then team up with him to bring these guys down. Maybe the American would have a back up team standing by or some way of contacting the outside world.

“What do I get out of it?” I asked, breaking a long silence.

“Whatever you want, Becca. I can make you rich or you can just go back to your old life. Who knows, maybe you’ll see the light and leave Ethan behind and come and work for me,” he snorted.

“And if I don’t?” I asked, fearing the worst.

He let out a long sigh and glanced up at the man mountain standing behind me.

“I’ll hand you over to Maurice and no one will ever find your body,” he said, staring me in the face.

“That’s not much of a choice,” I sighed.

Charles gestured with his hands as if to say ‘it is what it is’ without saying the words.

“How do you propose I’m going to find out which one of them it is?” I asked, partially agreeing to it.

“I have no idea. You’re the one with the magic pussy. Isn’t that what you seductresses do? You fuck your way into a man’s mind and work the information out of them without them even realising it. I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

“Do you think that’s the answer to everything when it comes to men? I just open my legs and they tell me their life story? I wish it were that simple.”

“It worked with me, didn’t it?” he shrugged. “I’ve just told you everything about what I’m doing and why I’m doing it. Do you think I’d offer a man the same choice that I’m offering you? I seem to have developed a soft spot for you, but don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself and show me that we’re on the same page. It’s time for you to see sense and do what you do best.”

He leaned his elbows back onto the desk and steepled his fingers. That told me that the conversation was over and that it was decision time on my part. I stared back at him as expressionless as stone. My mind was already made up and I knew exactly what I was going to do – this was just for show.

“In that case, it looks like it’s time for me to go and get fucked again,” I smiled. “I suppose this job has its perks. How long have I got?”

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes.”

“I knew you’d see sense. They leave tomorrow afternoon with the missiles so this needs to be resolved by the morning. As soon as you find out which one of them is the agent, come and let me know. Don’t take matters into your own hands. I need to be the one to expose him,” he stated.

“Of course.”

“Of course, what?”

“Of course, Mr Hamilton,” I corrected myself.

“That’s better. Remember your place here. Maurice, please escort Becca to meet the clients and then come back here with Sasha. I need to talk to her about her new identity,” he said.

“Yes, Mr Hamilton,” the beast behind me moved out of the way so I could push my chair back and stand up.

He moved to the door and I was led away without another word from Charles. He just spun his chair around and gazed out of the window probably feeling even more powerful after coercing me into doing his dirty work.

“Mr Hamilton’s guests are on the beach,” said Maurice. “This way please.”

For a guy the size of a large bear, he seemed gentle and kind, but I certainly didn’t want to get on the wrong side of him. Even taking this guy out with an MP7 seemed like an impossible task – one of Charles’ Strelas seemed more appropriate.

“Can I just wash up in my room first?” I asked, pointing in the opposite direction. “I’m sure these guys want my pussy nice and fresh. It was quite sweaty in the office as I’m sure you can imagine.”

Gigantor thought about for a moment and then nodded.

“Can I trust you to find the clients on your own?” he said.

“Of course.”

“OK. Just don’t let him down. I’d hate to have to carry out his threats against such a beautiful young girl,” he replied and then marched off to find Sasha.

****

Back in my room I let out a long sigh of relief after being in such a stressful situation. I took a long pee and quickly showered to wash my stress-sweat away. My mind was racing with all the information I’d just received, but I had very little time to process it. I needed to get myself to the beach and find out who the undercover operative was.

I pushed Charles to the back of my thoughts for now and concentrated on carrying out my new orders. It didn’t matter who they’d come from, I had to treat them as though Lexa herself had instructed me. In order to find the right guy, I was going to have to fuck them one at a time. An undercover agent was hardly going to admit who he was in front of everyone else. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was amazing how loose tongues became with the right persuasion.

An agent also wasn’t likely to admit who they were to some random hooker who they’d only just met, so I was going to have to drop a few hints about who I was and hope that they picked up on it. I threw a fresh bikini on with my shorts over the top and made my way to the beach with that rough plan in my mind.

The sun was baking down even though it was still quite early. I passed a couple of sentries who gave me a quick once over as usual, but they weren’t my concern. I could hear laughing and joking coming from the beach about a hundred metres from the Balinese beds and I soon found the four Patriots throwing a couple of American footballs around in the shallows.

They were all wearing Bermuda shorts and were bare-chested, enjoying some down time with each other. The crystal clear water splashed off their hard bodies making them glisten in the sunlight. They appeared well-rested and in good spirits as they saw me approaching.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” cooed Liberty. “I thought you’d be resting up after last night’s performance.”

“I thought you’d be walking funny too,” laughed Pentagon.

“No, I’m fine,” I smiled. “How are you guys this morning? It’s nice to see four strong men playing with their balls.”

I gave it a double meaning with a cheeky wink to show them what sort of mood I was in.

“Dirty bitch,” laughed Whitehouse. “Here, catch.”

He hurled a perfect throw from the sea with the oval football spiralling towards me. I caught it with both hands, much to the surprise of the men.

“Wow, she actually caught it,” said Capitol. “That makes a change for a girl.”

“You cheeky fucker,” I giggled. “You should know that I’m good with my hands by now.”

I threw the ball back to them, albeit a feeble attempt. Instead of the ball gliding through the air along its long axis, it flew end-over-end and landed short with a splash onto the shoreline. The men burst out laughing at my poor effort and Whitehouse had to walk to the water’s edge to retrieve the football.

“You might be able to catch, but you throw like a girl,” he laughed.

“In case you haven’t noticed – I am a fucking girl,” I replied, gesturing my hands down my body to emphasise the fact.

“Oh, we’ve noticed alright,” he smirked, looking me up and down. “We’ve noticed a lot more than you think. Why don’t you come and join us, the water’s lovely?”

“Well, I did come down here for a good frolic on the beach, but throwing a ball around wasn’t what I had in mind. I’m going to lie down on the bed and catch some rays while I enjoy the view, ” I giggled, looking him up and down and making sure he noticed.

“Did Charles send you to entertain us again?” he laughed.

“No, I’m here for my own benefit. I was thinking of maybe a more intimate and personal experience. I’m sure you’ve all got your own little kinks you’d like to play out with me one on one,” I raised my eyebrows at him as an invite.

“I’m down with that. I’ll just let the guys know and I’ll be right with you,” he smiled.

“Who said you were going first?” I laughed.

“I’m the boss. I always go first. Strange as it may seen, you’re not the first hooker we’ve all shared. There’s a pecking order to adhere to.”

“It sounds like you’ve all known each other for a while.”

“Throw the fucking ball and stop flirting,” shouted Liberty. “What are you two talking about?”

“Becca wants fucking again,” he laughed, throwing the ball at Liberty. “I’m going first.”

“Fucking typical,” scalded Capitol. “A pretty girl turns up and he ditches his buddies for some pussy.”

“He won’t take long,” laughed Pentagon. “Two pumps and a squirt and he’ll be finished in seconds.”

“Fuck you, guys. You’re only jealous,” he smirked, turning his attention back to me. “Sorry about them. Now, what were we saying?”

“I asked you how long you’d all known each other,” I continued. “You seem very close.”

“We all served together in the military, from basic training right through until we left,” he explained. “We’re like brothers, if that makes sense.”

We slowly walked towards the Balinese bed as something clicked inside my head. He seemed more amiable towards me than he had the previous night and I wondered what had changed. The fact that these guys had been together for so long spoke volumes to me. I doubted that any of them would betray the others so that meant that either all of them were undercover agents or none of them were. They were too close for one of them to go against the others. Serving in the military together gave them an unbreakable bond. I couldn’t decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing at that point so I kept digging.

“I understand the whole brotherhood thing,” I agreed. “I have a close group of my own back home. They are like sisters to me.”

“Some bonds last a lifetime,” he agreed. “I’d give my life for any one of those guys and I know they’d do the same for me.”

“It’s nice to have back-up,” I smiled. “Especially in a place like this.”

The soft sand squished between my toes and Whitehouse’s shorts dripped a trail of water behind us as we got closer to the beds.

“What makes you say that?”

“Come on Whitehouse. I may be a dirty slut, but I don’t walk around with my eyes closed. I know what’s going on here isn’t right. There are armed men walking around for fuck’s sake. Whatever you guys are up to, it can’t be legal? Unless of course, I’m misreading the situation.”

“Maybe you are. Not everything is always as it seems. Take you for example,” he stared sideways at me as we got to the bed.

“What about me?” I turned to face him, with the sea behind me.

I was keeping an eye towards the house in case the patrolling guards were within ear shot. They were nowhere to be seen and it looked like Charles was leaving me alone to get the job done.

“I find it hard to believe that you’re just some hooker. After years in the military, I’m pretty good at reading people”, he leaned one hand on the bed post, staring straight at me. “A sexy British hooker, miles from home on a desert island doesn’t make sense to me.”

The tension between us was far more than sexual. He was phishing for information as much as I was. It looked like my last comment from the previous night had been playing on his mind. I’d told him that he wasn’t the only one who had secrets and he’d heard it loud and clear.

“If I’m not a hooker, why else would I be here?” I asked.

“For the same reason as me,” he held my gaze.

We just stared at each other like a couple of teenagers wondering who was going to move in for the kiss first. One of us was going to have to show our hand at huge risk to our own personal safety. If either of us had gotten this wrong, it would be game over.

“How about I show you mine and you show me yours,” I said, reaching back and tugging at the bow on my bikini top.

The string gave way and I lifted the halter strap over my head to reveal my naked breasts. The warm sun felt delightful on my skin and the breeze made my nipples hard. Whitehouse dropped his gaze to my perfect orbs, smiled and then stared me in the face.

“I’ve got a pretty good idea who you are,” he beamed. “You’re not as careful as you think though.”

“Being careful is like fucking with a condom on,” I giggled. “It’s fun, but it will only get you so far. Sometimes you just have to go for it.”

I thumbed my shorts and bikini bottoms down in one slick movement and stepped out of them.

“You certainly seemed to be going for it last night,” he said.

“I didn’t hear any of you complaining. You seemed to rather enjoy fucking me bareback.”

“I’m not talking about the fucking,” he smirked. “I’m talking about what happened afterwards.”

“I don’t understand,” I replied, feeling genuinely confused.

“How was your night time stroll along the beach?”

My heart skipped a beat as I realised where he was going with this.

“Holy shit. You followed me?” I gasped.

“Me and Capitol were already on the beach when you walked past us without realising. Yes, we followed you.”

“And?”

“And it made us wonder why a hooker would need to be snooping around in a warehouse full of weapons. Weapons which you seem to have borrowed and cached under a fallen tree about a hundred metres away from us,” he beamed.

He looked like the cat who’d gotten the cream. Him and Capitol must have been in the undergrowth as I’d walked past. Although I’d been careful, I obviously hadn’t been careful enough. The fact that he hadn’t alerted Charles about it all made me feel slightly safer, but I still needed him to confirm who he was.

“It looks like I’m the only one who’s fully exposed here,” I smirked, giving it a double meaning. “The deal was that I showed you mine and you showed me yours.”

He paused for a moment and then pushed his wet shorts down onto the dry sand and stepped forwards towards me. I glanced down to see his semi-erect cock swinging about like an elephant’s trunk, just waiting to be touched. We stood about a metre apart.

“The fact that I’ve not told Charles about you must tell you something about me. I’m guessing you’re British secret service or an MI5 operative?” he said. “The question is, are you here for The Patriots or for Charles?”

“Probably the same reason as you,” I replied. “But isn’t it polite to introduce yourself first.”

“If I told you that I’m from Langley, would that help?” he said quietly.

“Langley? You’re fucking CIA?” I gasped.

“Agent Sullivan at your service Ma’am,” he moved one step closer.

He knew better than to hold out his hand for me to shake. It wouldn’t have looked natural to anyone watching. I was supposed to be here to fuck these guys and the last thing we’d be doing was shaking hands as though we were having a business meeting.

“Agent Becca,” I made up the gap between us. “Pleased to meet you.”

I leaned in for a kiss and he reciprocated by wrapping his arms around me. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue inside, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

“Is it just you and Capitol or all four of you?” I whispered in his ear.

“An operation of this size required a full team,” he whispered back, kissing my neck. “Do you have a team standing by?”

“No, it’s just me.”

“Holy shit, you’re one brave young lady,” he swooned, picking me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. “So, it’s true what you said about busting his daughter out of prison?”

I placed my arms around his shoulders, feeling the base of his cock rubbing against my clit. I suddenly became incredibly wet at the relief of meeting an American CIA agent. All this time, I had thought that I was alone against a small army. These guys must have been here for the same reason as me – to eliminate Charles Hamilton.

“It was the only way to get to him,” I replied, pushing my head back so he could kiss along my collar bone. “The guy has been on our radar for a couple of years and we’ve had a very hard time finding him.”

I was lowered onto the bed and rolled gently backwards with Sullivan on top of me. His semi had turned into a full erection by now and it was nudging against my swollen labia. I was amazed at how quickly I’d become aroused. I knew I was here to get fucked, but the circumstances had changed in a heartbeat. I was no longer opening my legs to a terrorist; I was about to be fucked by a CIA operative.

“Who are you working for?” he asked, nuzzling in behind my ear.

I dragged my nails down his back as he hit my erogenous zone like a laser beam. I was giving myself to this guy willingly and couldn’t wait to feel his huge dick penetrating me.

“I work for a private military company. We do the government’s dirty jobs,” I panted.

“So I see,” he giggled. “They don’t come much dirtier than you.”

I hooked my leg under his, grabbed his right shoulder with my right hand and flipped him over on the bed. I ended up on top of him with my breasts in his face.

“I’m as dirty as they come,” I laughed. “We need to make this look convincing in case anyone’s watching.”

“You’ve got some nice moves on you,” he smiled, licking and sucking at my nipples. “I can make it look convincing, don’t worry.”

He placed one hand on my ass and the other squished my tits as he started to enjoy himself.

“Do you guys have any weapons with you… or a satellite phone? I’ve been dark for weeks now. I need to check in with my handler,” I purred, as his tongue and lips worked their magic on my boobs.

“No,” he slurped. “We had to come in sterile. We couldn’t risk being compromised. It’s taken us months to get this close.”

I reached my hand down between my legs and grabbed hold of his manhood. His seven inch member was clammy and hot and twitched as I took hold of it. Very slowly I began to stroke him up and down as he feasted on my tits and explained how he’d gotten here.

“Mmmmm, that’s it… just like that. God you’re sexy,” he moaned. “We found a group of vigilantes on the dark web calling themselves The Patriots. They turned out to be a terror cell and we managed to infiltrate their group. It wasn’t long before we realised that this Charles Hamilton guy was going to supply them with missile launchers so they could carry out an attack on US soil.”

“And that’s what you’re here to buy,” I added.

“Yes… oh god, you stroke it so fucking good,” he squirmed.

“Do you want me to suck it?” I asked, gazing down at him with a dirty grin.

“Is the pope catholic?” he smirked. “We need to make it look convincing, remember?”

I smiled at his cheekiness and pushed my hair behind my ears. I then slipped down his ripped torso until his cock was inches from my mouth.

“It didn’t take much to get you going, did it?” I said, pulling his foreskin back and giving his glans a quick lick. “Keep going while I build up a nice load in your balls.”

“Jeez… you are so filthy,” he wriggled. “Don’t make me cum in your mouth; I want to fill that tight pussy of yours.”

“Do I get a say in it?” I joked, as though he’d overstepped a boundary.

“Oh sorry… yes… of course. I’m still in character,” he laughed. “I’ve been Whitehouse for so long that his attitude must have rubbed off on me. Do you mind if I cum inside you?”

“You can cum wherever you want,” I said, wrapping my lips around his helmet and keeping eye contact with him. “What happened to the real Patriots?”

I slowly lowered my head, taking all seven inches into my mouth in one go. I could taste salt and it wasn’t just from his time in the sea. Pre-cum was already leaking from his tip and my tastebuds thanked him for it. A small river of pussy juice began to drip from my swollen lips and dribbled down the inside of my thigh.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned, watching my every move. “We eliminated them and took their place. For the last month, Hamilton has been talking to us on the dark web without realising we’d switched places with them. We made arrangements to collect the weapons in exchange for an anti-aging stem cell treatment that The Patriots had promised him. The next thing we knew, he’d sent his own private jet to pick us up and make the exchange.”

I slurped on his cock, jerking him off while I swirled my tongue around his sensitive ridge. He was beyond hard by now and his ball sack was sucking up towards his body.

“The only problem was that we didn’t know how to get the stem cell treatment that quickly so we had to improvise,” he quivered. “We knew what it looked like and that it was made by a company called First Element, but we didn’t have time to build any trust with the company selling it. We had to fake it.”

“I know. Hamilton told me this morning. He’s onto you guys,” I replied.

“What? How did he know?”

“He’s tested the vials you delivered and he’s found out that its just coloured water.”

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, sitting up onto his elbows. “We need to act fast.”

“You’ve still got time,” I smiled. “He’s given me until tomorrow morning to find out which one of you is working undercover. He has no idea that it’s all of you.”

“You’re working for him now?” he quizzed. “What the fuck?”

I spat his cock out and let go of it causing it to spring back against his stomach with a wet slap.

“No, but I had to improvise too,” I smiled. “Now, lie back. I want my cunt licking.”

He seemed confused and wary of me, but once he got sight of how wet my lady parts were, he soon realised whose side I was on. He lay back as I shuffled up his body and slowly lowered my dripping undercarriage onto his face.

“Eat that pussy, while I explain my side of things,” I ordered. “And you better make me fucking cum.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he grinned. “Jesus, you are so wet.”

“You’re about to be bathed in my love nectar,” I laughed. “Breathe me in.”

He took a deep breath, smelling my womanly essence from an inch above him. He took a while to savour my scent and the view of my meaty labia, glistening above him.

“Does it smell nice?” I asked. “I made it all wet, just for you.”

“You smell like pure sex,” he purred. “Tell me all about how you got here while I get you off.”

I lowered my sopping quim onto his eager face, gazing down at his weathered features. He may have been a CIA operative, but he certainly hadn’t spent much time behind a desk. His time in the military was etched into his skin and I wondered what unit he’d been in before moving on to the CIA. My thoughts didn’t stay on that subject for long as I felt his tongue on my clit. He made me squirm and writhe above him as I began to explain how I’d gotten here.

“Charles Hamilton is the head of a secret organisation called The Generals. He’s been responsible for a number of attempted terrorist attacks on the UK and I’m under orders to take him out,” I said. “The guy tried to blow up oil-drums filled with nuclear waste in order to cripple our road network. His plan was to get us to re-join the EU, but we stopped his attack.”

“Slurp… holy fuck. We heard about that in the states. It was shared intel. That was you…slurp?”

His nose squelched into my delicate folds and I rubbed my clit hard against it. My fuck hole was spread open and dripping its love piss all over his lips while he forced his tongue deep inside me. The first glimmer of an orgasm started to rev up inside me like an idling plane on the runway waiting to take off.

“Oh fuck… just like that,” I purred. “Yes, it was me, but I didn’t take them down alone. I was part of a much bigger team. However, at the end of the mission, I was arrested and thrown into Bronzefield women’s prison for the unlawful death of a drug dealer. I was in such deep cover that I didn’t even realise that I was being planted there and that the arrest had been manufactured. Our intel team had found out that Charles’ daughter was in the same prison pretending to be someone else in order to escape from her father. She’d faked her own death.”

“Slurp… why would she want to do that?”

“Oh my god… suck on my lips… it feels so good,” I gasped, trying to keep my concentration. “Charles was fucking her and although she didn’t seem too bothered by it, she’d had enough when he tried to marry her.”

“What the fuck,” he gasped, stopping momentarily. “I knew that guy was bad news, but doing something like that to your own daughter… the guys a fucking sicko.”

“I didn’t say stop,” I snapped, sitting down harder onto his mouth. “Fucking eat me.”

I reached down with both hands and spread my ample lips open so he could worm his tongue deeper into my valley. He had lust in his eyes as he probed my depths like his life depended on it.

“Yes, he’s a sicko alright. While I was in prison, Sasha told me all about him. The death of his wife had driven him mad and when his daughter grew up, he thought she’d be her perfect replacement. I didn’t realise the significance of it all until my solicitor turned up. She was in fact my handler posing as my legal advisor and she told me what my real mission was. I was to escape from the prison with Sasha in order to get to her father. My orders now are to take him out for good. Oh god… slide two fingers in me… fuck my dirty pussy and suck my clit… I’m getting close.”

Lick – slurp – suck.

“Mmmmpppf, I can feel you getting tighter,” he mumbled, slipping two fingers inside my sodden gash.

I began to rock and gyrate on his face, reaching up and caressing my breasts as my orgasm began to build. The release of tension from the morning with Charles was exactly what I needed.

“We broke out of prison… oh fuck… we found her father’s company… shit, right there…” I panted. “Then we were brought to his island… eat me… lick me… fuck me.”

His fingers thrust in and out of me like a piston and he sucked hard on my erect bud. I tweaked my nipples and felt the tremors within me start to rock my world.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Lick – slurp – suck.

Rub – ride – slip – slide.

I glanced down to see Sullivan’s face literally glazed in my cunt juice. Just the sight of it finally triggered me off and I came hard above him.

“Oh… ugh… fuck…. yes… don’t stop… make me fucking cum,” I moaned.

My pussy bubbled like a cauldron and I pushed forwards to support my weight on my hands. This momentarily pulled my snatch away from his face and his fingers slipped out of me.

“Don’t stop… get those fucking digits back in me,” I cried.

He went one better than that. He thrust his thumb into my pussy and his middle finger into my asshole. His mouth clamped around my vulva and he lashed his tongue against my clit like a rattle snake.

My orgasm hit a new level and I clamped my legs tight around his head to hold him in place as I came and came and came. My walls went into spasm and my sphincter twitched around his finger, literally pumping my love honey all over his mouth, chin and neck.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Lick – slurp – suck.

Rub – ride – slip – slide.

“FUUUUUCCCKKKKKK,” I screamed, no longer caring if anyone heard me.

If we wanted it to look convincing, this was certainly the way to do it. The pleasure waves peaked and started to die away, but there was no way I was going to leave this guy hanging. I pushed back on the bed sheets and slid down his body towards his raging hard-on. His finger and thumb left my body feeling momentarily empty, but not for long. I literally impaled myself onto his manhood with a loud wet queef as the air inside me was replaced with hot American meat.

Sqqqquuuelllccccch. Prrrrrrpppppp.

“Oh Jesus, that’s tight and wet,” he gasped. “Ride me you sexy bitch.”

I forced my tits into his face and sat down hard on his member. Seven inches of fat cock pushed up against my cervix and I began to twerk up and down with him deep inside me.

“This is how we do it in England,” I panted, trying to catch my breath before my second orgasm pulsed through me. “I’m going to milk you dry with my dirty British cunt.”

“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty. That accent… so fucking sexy… you feel so good.”

He started to thrust up and down in time with me to enhance the penetration. His strong muscular arms went around my back and pulled me in for a kiss. Our lips met and my second orgasm erupted out of me, barely a second after my first had subsided. This is exactly what I needed – raw animalistic sex.

“That’s it… fuck me harder… I’m a dirty English whore,” I gasped. “Give me what I deserve… cum in my tight young cunt.”

Up and down. In and out.

Kiss – lick – kiss.

I forced my tongue into his mouth as he forced his cock even deeper. He was close now and I knew we both needed to finish this so we could get on with the mission. Despite the importance of it, I didn’t want this moment to end. After all the stress and feeling alone for so long, I felt a connection with this guy that drove me wild.

“Oh fuck… say it again… say it again… I’m close,” he begged, kissing me passionately.

He obviously liked the word ‘cunt’. Americans tended not to use it as much as the English, so I over emphasised it each time I mentioned it.

“Cum in my tight young cunt… fill me up… cum in my tight young cunt… spunk in me,” I said over and over. “Give me that hot American seed.”

“Ugh… ah… fuck… here it cums… you’re so dirty,” he spluttered.

He sounded almost in pain as he thrust in deep one last time and held it there as he emptied his balls into me. That delightful feeling of warm sperm gently squirting against my cervix was exquisite.

Pump – spurt.

Pump – spurt.

Pump – spurt.

I felt it leaking between his shaft and my inner walls, coating my insides with delicious semen. My orgasm washed through me and we both gave a shudder as we finished. I collapsed on top of him and he held me close, nuzzling into my neck and breathing hard. We lay still for a minute or two with the warm sunshine burning down on us in this blissful location.

Eventually, I felt him laughing beneath me. His shoulders and chest bounced as he giggled.

“What’s so funny?” I quizzed pushing up and staring into his eyes.

He had the biggest grin on his face as he stared back at me.

“Is this what they call the ‘special relationship’ between the UK and the US?” he laughed.

“It’s certainly special,” I giggled. “I can’t think of a better way to cement the bond.”

He craned his neck and gave me a kiss.

“I guess we have work to do,” he smiled. “I’ll get the guys together and tell you what we’re planning.”

“Before we do that, I need to ask you something.”

“OK. Shoot.”

“When you infiltrated The Patriots, were you aware that Charles wanted this attack to look like the Russians were responsible?” I asked.

“Yes, that was the whole point. Those Patriot assholes agreed with Charles on all of it. The attack with Strela missiles would definitely point back to Russia. In a way, I can see what he’s trying to do.”

“He’s insane. Hamilton said the Cold War had never ended; do you agree with that?” I quizzed.

“Sadly, yes, but I don’t agree with his tactics for escalating a war with Russia. I know we’re already in some undeclared war with them, but striking at your own country isn’t the way to make people stand up and listen. I know the Russians have been involved in election rigging on both sides of the Atlantic, but both of our countries are equally guilty of doing similar things to Russia.”

“Do you have intel to back any of it up? Charles seems to think that the Brexit vote was rigged to make the UK leave the EU and weaken the rest of Europe. He said that there are already Russians on British soil planning an attack to weaken us further. I don’t know if I believe him or not.”

“The evidence is still being correlated about election rigging and computer hacking, but we believe the threat is real. Russia’s invasion of Ukraine seems to be like a testing ground to see how the rest of the world will react. So far, the reaction has been slow for fear of starting a nuclear war, but things are progressing. If Hamilton says there are Russians in your country, he’s probably not far from the truth,” he shrugged. ” We have reason to believe they are also in the US planning something big.”

“Do you have any idea what?”

“Not really, intel is sketchy at best.”

I remembered back to overhearing Charles on the satellite phone as we came in to land. He’d mentioned the Russians to Maurice so it sounded like he might know more about it.

“I think Hamilton knows what’s going on. I heard him on the phone to one of his guys when I arrived,” I explained. “We should interrogate him and see what he knows.”

“That goes against our orders,” said Sullivan. “We only have two objectives here. Eliminate Hamilton and destroy his weapons cache. It’s plain and simple. He’s a clear and present danger and we can’t risk him slipping the net.”

“But he might have important information about the bigger picture,” I replied, finding it hard to admit that I was trying to keep the asshole alive. “A guy like that is a big fish in a very big pond. He’s been at this for years and must have a lot of connections.”

As I said that, the rest of his guys started to walk towards us along the beach. They were in a slow jog, throwing the ball to each other as they approached.

“If we can get to him alive, we’ll give you some time with him, but he’s leaving this place in a body bag, no matter what,” said Sullivan.

I rolled off him, felling his flaccid cock slip out of me with a huge gush of cum and cunt cream. It dripped onto the sheets between my legs as the other three arrived.

“Haven’t you done yet?” snapped Capitol. “You know there’s a line forming here.”

“Hey guys,” said Sullivan, getting straight down to business. “We were right about her. Please let me introduce Agent Becca. She is on the same mission as us, only for the Brits.”

“I knew there was something about you,” gasped Liberty. “Young, sexy and a spy too, how lucky are we?”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” I swooned, sitting up cross legged. “I’ve been going out of my mind thinking that I was going to have to do this alone. When you guys showed up it appeared to make matters even worse, but now that I know who you are, it’s evened up the odds.”

“We’re still heavily outnumbered,” added Pentagon. “But welcome aboard, we could do with an extra pair of hands.”

“We need to step things up a gear,” said Sullivan. “Becca’s just told me that Hamilton is on to us. He knows that the stem cell treatment is bogus and he thinks one of us is a mole. We need to act quickly and keep the element of surprise.”

“Tonight sounds like the only option,” I butted in. “He knows that you’re leaving tomorrow afternoon and he wants the mole exposed by then. Whatever your plan is, it needs to happen before tomorrow morning.”

“Most of the ground work has already been done, but we can’t discuss it here. We need to go somewhere more private,” said Sullivan. “We should meet up later at the other end of the beach, away from the house.”

“Agreed,” said Liberty. “We could make our excuses and meet Becca there.”

“OK. What time? It’s coming up to lunch time now. We could do it straight after.”

“Make it fourteen-hundred-hours and make sure you come alone,” said Sullivan.

We all nodded and I felt like I was actually getting somewhere with ending this once and for all.

“I just have one question?” said Capitol.

“Sure, what is it?” nodded Sullivan.

“Does this mean that we’re not going to take it in turns to fuck Becca this morning. I thought that was the agreement. You’ve had your turn, but what about the rest of us.”

“Keep it in your pants for now,” said Sullivan. “We’ve got work to do.”

We all laughed, but Sullivan was right. I was about to add a witty retort about them fucking me when we heard shouting coming from the villa. We all turned to see Sasha running towards the marina shouting back at her father.

“FUCK YOU!” she snapped. “I’M NOT GOING DOWN THAT ROAD AGAIN. I TOLD YOU BEFORE. FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE.”

Charles was standing on the balcony and watched her leave, but he didn’t go after her.

“Shit, it looks like there’s trouble in paradise,” sniggered Pentagon. “What’s her problem?”

“I’m not sure, but I know she was having a meeting with Charles straight after me. It was something to do with her new identity. Maybe she doesn’t like it.”

“You’d better go and check on her,” said Sullivan. “We need everyone squared away here before we make our attack. We can’t have her running around getting in the way.”

I slipped off the bed leaving a puddle of spunk behind me like a snail-trail. Sullivan had certainly given me a large portion of his cock-cream, it was pouring out of me. I pulled my bikini bottoms and Daisy Dukes back on and Pentagon passed me my top.

“It seems like such a shame to waste that cummy pussy and those perky tits,” he said.

I just smiled at him and tied my top around my back.

“I’ll see what’s going on with Sasha and report back later,” I smirked. “See you all at fourteen-hundred.”

****

I walked slowly around the outside of the villa, along the beach towards the marina. Charles had gone back inside and was obviously leaving Sasha to cool off. Whatever had gone on between them had obviously pushed Sasha over the edge. With my gusset soaked in hot spunk and pussy slime, I made it to the jetty to see her sitting on the end of it, dangling her feet off the edge with her head in her hands.

She was crying hysterically and made no attempt to hide the fact as I approached.

“Sasha, what’s wrong babe?” I soothed sitting down next to her and putting my arm around her shoulder.

Her eyes were red and puffy and tears were streaming down her face. She buried her head into my cheat and I held her close to comfort her until she calmed down a little. She was almost hiccupping as she tried to get some air into her lungs to get her words out.

“I wish…hic… I was back… hic… in fucking Bronzefield,” she snivelled. “I hate this place… sniff… and I hate him.”

“Sshhhh, it’s ok. Just take you time and tell me what’s happened,” I shushed. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as being in prison.”

“This place is worse than prison,” she disagreed, emerging from the safety of my embrace and wiping her face with her clammy hands. All it did was smudge her eye makeup all over her face and made her look even worse.

“Why would you say that?” I asked. “Nothing can be worse than Bronzefield.”

“Because he hasn’t changed. I thought that he had, but he’s just the same. I knew I shouldn’t have gone back to him.”

“What’s he done?”

She reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a passport.

“Take a look for yourself,” she said, handing it to me. “He’s fucking lied about bringing me back from the dead.”

I opened the passport and saw a picture of Sasha staring back at me. The name Sasha Louise Hamilton should have been written in the small book, but it wasn’t. Instead, it read: Mary Louise Hamilton. It took me a moment to realise why that name had been picked and why Sasha was so upset, but eventually the penny dropped.

“Holy fuck, is that your mother’s name?” I gasped.

She nodded, not wanting to look at me. She was holding back more tears.

“Holy shit. He’s not brought you back from the dead, he’s brought your mother back instead. He’s turned you into his late wife. Does this mean that he’s now legally married to you as well?”

“Daddy always gets what he wants,” she spat. “Fucking perverted cunt. He knew that was why I ran away from him in the first place and yet he’s still gone through with it. I don’t want to be married to my own father, it’s sick. I love having daddy’s attention, I’ve craved it all my life, but he knows this is a step too far. Now I’m trapped here.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” was all I could come up with.

I wasn’t sure what else to say to her. I suddenly felt guilty about coercing her into finding her father and patching things up with him. The poor girl had been through so much in her life and she had no idea what was going to happen to her father if I completed my mission. She was angry, but I was sure she’d still be devastated once her father was assassinated. I searched my brain for something to say to her that might make things better, but suddenly I didn’t need to. She just blurted out four fateful words.

“I want him dead,” she hissed.

I was shocked that she was so upset about what he’d done so I continued to play the part of a concerned friend.

“You can’t mean that,” I replied. “He’s still your father.”

“He’s a fucking gun-running, terrorist, incestuous cunt more like. I should have known better than to think that things would change. He never changes; it’s all about what he wants. I tried to make it work, but I’ve been lying to myself, Becca. I can’t live like this.”

“I’d feel the same way, but what can you do about it?” I asked.

“I’m going to kill the mother fucker. That’s what. It’s the only way I can be free from him.”

She had a hatred in her voice which I hadn’t heard before and I knew that she meant it. From her point of view, it looked liked her only option.

“Be careful what you wish for,” I said softly. “I agree with you that he needs taking out, but if you go through with something like that, there’s no coming back from it. You’re angry right now, but once you’ve calmed down, you might feel differently about it.”

“I fucking won’t. This isn’t a spur of the moment thing; I’ve been thinking about it ever since we first got back together on the plane. I knew it was too good to be true. I can’t live like this, Becca. I’ll be trapped here on the island, he’ll never let me leave. I’ll be nothing more than a fuck doll for him to play with whenever he’s got the time. I’ll have no friends, no contact with the outside world. I’ll go insane if I stay here. It’s worse than Bronzefield, at least I had people to talk to in there,” she started crying again so I cuddled her close, wondering what to say.

I let her sob for several minutes as I thought about my options. Now seemed like a perfect opportunity to tell her who I was and why I was here, but I didn’t know if I could trust her. Anger always clouded people’s judgement and I didn’t want her to blow the whole mission at the eleventh hour if she had a sudden change of heart.

“Will you help me?” she whimpered. “You’re trained in this sort of thing, right?”

My heart melted and I teared up a little. I felt so sorry for her and I knew I could help her, if only to clear my own conscious about using her to get to her father in the first place.

“What have you got in mind?” I asked. “This place is crawling with his militia and now Maurice has turned up. We’ll struggle to get close enough to do anything worthwhile.”

She emerged from under my arm like a hedgehog coming out of hibernation. Her cute hamster cheeks and bloodshot eyes made her look like a broken woman, but defiant.

“I guess we do what we do best,” she said. “If we can get him into a room with the proviso of fucking him again, we’ll be as close as we need to be. Plus, Maurice and the guards won’t be around, he doesn’t like fucking me with an audience. We’ll be alone with him.”

“It sounds like you’ve already thought it through,” I raised my eyebrows at her. “But killing someone up close and personal isn’t as easy as you think. It stays with you for the rest of your life. Are you willing to live with the feeling of watching the lights go out in his eyes right in front of you?”

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She stared straight at me with an evil grin on her face and replied with narrowed eyes and gritted teeth.

“For him? You bet your fucking sexy ass I am.”

This was the perfect time to tell her the truth. I owed her that much at least, despite the risks. If we didn’t kill him, the CIA would do it anyway so the outcome would be the same. Getting up close with Hamilton would ensure he didn’t escape when Sullivan put his plan into action.

“In that case, I’ll help you, but you’d better listen very carefully. I’ve got a lot to tell you…”