Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance by BWWM Club, Aaron Steel

we’re trying to discover right now,” she explained.
“My best guess is that we’ll never know. Probably
somebody goofed somewhere and decided to play cowboy. They’ve
just caused the worse prairie fire imaginable.”
    “Can you get us
out?” he asked her.
    “I have to,”
she said. “I can’t leave you behind for the Russians to
find. Heads will be rolling all over the place if that happens. Do
you have the super drive?”
    “Yes,”
Rick told her, “but I don’t have it on me.”
    “Exactly what I
would say in the similar situation,” the chief commented. She
tried to look at the Buddha for a while and concentrated. “The
extraction will have to be local,” she told him. “I can’t
risk you taking the train to Archangel. Too many possibilities for
things to go wrong. Did you walk past the suit of Japanese armor by
the entrance?”
    “Yes, I stopped
to look at it when we got here,” Rick said.
    “Good,”
the chief continued. “Meet me in front of it in twenty-four
hours. It will take me that long to make the arrangements. Check this
phone number tomorrow by six.” She gave him a slip of paper.
I’ll leave any adjustments to the itinerary in there if
something should go wrong. You still have your earpiece?”
    “I’ve got
it in now.”
    “Good. Keep it
in; I don’t think the SVR know we can tap their channels right
now. They’ll find out soon enough, they always do. But in the
meantime we have a way of staying one step ahead of them. Have a good
day.”
    Rick was going to say
good bye to her, but the station chief was vanishing down the hall as
soon as she finished.
    “You heard,”
Rick said to Monique. “Change of plans. Looks like no train
ride.”
    “I’m not
disappointed,” she replied. “I wasn’t looking
forward to playing Spies on the Oriental Express.”
    “Now I have to
figure out something we can do till tomorrow,” he told her.
    Monique put her head
on his chest while no one was looking. “You really can’t
think of anything we could be doing, lover? What about that amber
room? Can we go back there?”
    “I’m
tempted, but there is another place we can use,” he said with a
smirk.

Chapter 7
    The girl looked to be
in her early twenties and was wearing a blue dress which the coat she
had on barely concealed. She had thick eyebrows and Rick wondered if
she was Armenian. All types of people were moving through Russia
these days. In the old days of the Soviet Union, movement was
strictly controlled, just as it had been with the Tsars in an
internal passport system. But now the system had broken down and a
new one had yet to be initiated. Like many other things, Russia was
still trying to get a handle on its place in the New World Order. The
girl was carrying around a large plastic garbage bag with her in the
coffee shop and the owner kept glaring at her. Whatever was in the
bag was something that didn’t belong in his shop and he wanted
her gone. He finally said a few words in Russian to her and the girl
got up and left the shop, taking the bag with her. The last Rick saw
of the girl was her carrying it down the street with a cell phone
propped to her ear. Somehow he didn’t think whatever she was
doing was legal in any country.
    Monique and Rick had
decided to go hang-out in a coffee shop for a few hours while waiting
on another one of Rick’s connections. This one could find them
a place to stay for the night away from the prying eyes of the SVR.
Now they had to be worried about both the agency and the Russian
version snooping around looking for them. Once again, he’d
found himself trapped in a game someone else was playing. All he
needed was a square where he could move. No one was giving them
strange looks in the coffee shop, which was fine with him. It was a
place foreigners used all the time. He’d recognized five
European languages already and two more Asian ones. All manners of
deals were taking place around them with men in business suits
wearing ties.