Chapter 1

Bangkok – January

Hangover

News that something might be amiss came with a phone call from his brother, the spy. Meet in the lobby. Brock along with their sister Katalin.

After Ivan left, they partied in the go-go bar for another hour before grabbing a taxi back to the big Marriott Marquis hotel where they had a suite. To the disappointment of the bikini-clad Thai bar girls, they didn’t pay the bar fine and take any of them back with them. He did leave a wad of 1000 Baht banknotes with the girls, for their time sitting at the table, which made them happy.

“Who was that?” Kate said in a sleepy voice from under the comforter next to him.

Brock put a hand on his sister’s big naked breast. “Our brother. Something happened, he wouldn’t say what, but we have to meet him in the lobby.”

He closed his eyes. They were both jetlagged. Kate had flown from London for the meeting with Ivan. Brock from the East Coast of the US.

Back in the suite, it wasn’t long before he was in the walk-in shower under the big shower head, eyes closed trying to organize his thoughts and wash off the day’s sweat and grime.

“Do you mind?” Kate had said, handing Brock a tube of body wash as she entered the shower, interrupting the flow of warm water.

At 5’9” Kate was nearly at his height with big full breasts, her pale body had meat to it, curves, and ass, on a tall athletic physique, intelligent green eyes, and the Hungarian cheek bones and her mom’s mouth. She was exotic and easy on the eyes; a big reason he thought she had become a popular international journalist and documentary filmmaker.

It wasn’t long before the soap became lube as Kate jacked her brother’s big stiff cock as he ran his hands over her slippery tits. Having young pretty Thai girls rubbing on his cock for the last hour hadn’t helped tame his erection.

Brock used the soft soap on her tits, ass, and back soaping her up then rinsing her. Kate tried to keep her blonde hair dry. They didn’t kiss, just eyed each other until Brock inserted a couple of fingers in her bald cunt and she bit her lower lip, not pulling back. Her meaning was clear. They hadn’t been together since she was a hot and horny confused teen. He was older than her by thirteen years and married, when they first had sex on a beach at Lake Balaton, near Budapest.

Kate turned and put her hands on the tile wall presenting her shiny wet ass.

“Are you sure?” He said as he pressed his cockhead against the meaty folds of her pussy. He spread her ass cheeks, two handfuls of firm Steele ass, pressing a finger on her asshole.

She looked back at him, “Yes, yes.” Kate’s gaze said she wanted it as much as he did.

He eased his cock into his half-sister as she moaned, pushing her ass at him, pressing her face against the tile. Like a glove, her muscles gripped him. Sex in a shower wasn’t easy, after playing around, banging against the tempered glass and fixtures they moved to one of the beds. Kate on her back as he held her legs up pounding in and out of her delightful pussy as she gripped the sheets, her pink-tipped breasts jiggling seductively as she tried to breathe taking gasps of air, moaning, calling out his name. As the air conditioner cooled them, they came in unison as organisms racked her body he pulled out and shot his load on her flat belly. They both grinned, satisfied as he fell onto the bed next to her. Neither were embarrassed, they had history.

“Good for you? It was for me,” he said feeling like a smart ass with his baby sister. She was no virgin, not by a long shot. Both had learned to take solace in sex, a family trait it appeared.

“Yes, very, you haven’t lost your touch. Damn, I might have to shower again.” Kate said patting her brother’s leg.

“Me too,” he said, closing his eyes.

The numbers on the digital clock said it had been 5 hours since they crawled under the comforter together, sated, and dead tired.

Brock stood with his brother Jim (James Steele III) looking at what was left of Ivan’s home office. Ivan’s townhouse was in the upscale Chidlom district of Bangkok. Surrounded by a gated cement wall with a small garden and driveway in a quiet neighborhood a few kilometers from his bar in the center of the city.

The stocky silver-haired Thai gentleman dressed in a black suit and dark tie who stood with them was in charge and walking Jim through what the local police had found on arrival. The room was a bloodbath with what was left of two bodies lying in a heap on the teak floor in a drying pool of blood. Brock was reading the scene himself.

Mr. X, as Brock didn’t get his name, evidently was from the Thai National Intelligence Agency (NIA) and a friend of his brother’s. NIA was responsible for domestic and foreign intelligence. He had ordered the local police to remain outside while technicians from his office worked the crime scene.

One thing Brock did not see was Ivan. Kate was behind him seeing what he was seeing, holding a handkerchief over her mouth to minimize the smell from the dead bodies. Why were they here, he wanted to know but waited and listened.

In accented English Mr. X laid out what he thought had happened, occasionally referring to notes on the device in his hand.

“I believe that the Russian national you know as Ivan was ambushed by three men as he and his companion, a Thai citizen, returned home this morning at approximately 0315.” He said nodding at the two corpses that lay between a bookcase and a heavy teak desk the bodies blasted full of small holes that turned their upper bodies into hamburger, rendering their faces unrecognizable. Brock could not tell their nationality just that both were men and appeared fit. A black semi-automatic pistol lay in the pool of blood, a severed hand still attached to it.

“Having gotten the jump on Ivan he was taken into his office while his companion was zip-tied and placed on the couch in the living room.”

Jim was nodding and so was Brock. Kate had a hand on his shoulder. The sight of the bodies was disturbing but not anything worse than they had seen on a battlefield.

“It appears Ivan was placed in a chair and interrogated for some time,” he said pointing at a straight-backed wooden chair lying on its side near the desk.

“I see,” Jim said.

“We think that the life of his companion was threatened, and she may have been injured. We found blood splatter in the living room,” Mr. X said, “At which point Ivan gave up the combination to a safe hidden in the wall behind his desk, knowing what would happen.” His face showed the slightest of smiles.

Brock could see what was left of a framed painting hanging on the wall, the door to a small combination safe hung open.

Jim stepped in. “Let me guess, it was booby-trapped.” He said as the safe was at chest height directly across from the two corpses there was a cone-shaped blast pattern across the desk and into the wall, passing right through where the two men would have been standing.

As they talked one of the technicians, dressed in white disposable coveralls and booties, was placing the fingers of both bodies on a handheld biometrics scanner.

Mr. X, “I think Ivan opened the safe and ducked for cover. A small explosive charge, similar to an American Claymore Mine filled with buckshot, was tripped, throwing buckshot across the room killing these two men.” He said, “The third man was standing by the office door and caught part of the blast.”

Brock was impressed, in a professional way. Hundreds of tiny steel balls blasted at close range did a lot of damage to a body.

“And where did you find my brother’s card?” Jim asked.

“Yes, the reason for Mr. Steele CEO of Pegasus Group and Ms. Kate’s invitation to come here.” He said showing them a plastic evidence bag that held a white business card, like the one he had given Ivan hours ago. Now partially covered in blood splatter from what Brock could see as he took the bag in hand.

“The man outside with half his arm blown off had this in his other hand.” Mr. X said, then waited.

He wasn’t done. “Can you tell me what your interest in Ivan was?”

Brock had been told by Jim to not hold back so gave the NIA Agent the sanitized public reason for the meeting. Kate’s interest in doing a piece on the father of the now dead former head of Rostov Group PMC, who himself was a convicted spy. They had a meeting last night to introduce themselves. Ivan had agreed to an interview and to tell all. He and Kate partied in the bar for a little while after Ivan left, before returning to their hotel.

Mr. X looked at him, sizing him up after hearing his brief story. Brock was pretty sure he knew there was more, and Mr. X probably knew more than he let on.

“So where is Ivan?” Brock said, asking the obvious question.

The four of them walked back to the living room. Brock noticed a yellow piece of cloth on the couch that looked like a tube top, its back had been slit. Cut zip ties that may have bound her wrists and feet were on the floor.

“We spoke with the cleaning lady who found the bodies. She said a motorcycle Ivan kept in the garage is gone.”

“So, he left with the girl,” Brock said putting the yellow tube top bartender together with Ivan. “He’s activated his escape plan.”

“We think so. Ivan has a few hours head start so he could be anywhere by now.” Mr. X said, turning to Jim.

Jim spoke up “Yeah I’ll write up a cable to Langley,” he said, “But we won’t look too hard.” He said, the Thai spy nodding in agreement.

“It will take some time to access the home security systems video files if at all. Along with the devices from the three men. No home computer that we could find.” Mr. X said. “Up until now, he had not committed any crimes in Thailand that we were aware of. Ivan even paid his taxes on time.”

Brock understood. The Thai government did not like bad press. Russians, if they behaved were left alone to spend their money. Things like gruesome murders and Russian spies made for bad press and hurt the billion-dollar tourism industry the country relied on, so this was going to be buried.

The technician stood up and showed the biometric device to Mr. X, he nodded his head.

“Two Thai nationals with organized crime connections and one dead Russian tourist,” he said, nodding in the direction of the back door where Brock could follow the blood trail leading to the third body, face down outside.

Jim turned to Kate. “It’s been agreed that after you two give formal statements you’re on the next flights home.” He said, “And Kate you won’t report on this.” He said, his face serious.

Katalin started to argue saying she had no plans to leave just yet. Brock put a hand on her arm as Mr. X looked on as the family argued amongst itself.

“Look, Kate, Brock understands. You report on this, your life and Brock’s and his family could be in danger.” He said “And if you don’t leave, my friend here will have your visa revoked and you deported. Either way, for your safety, you’re leaving.” He said acting the older brother.

Kate huffed for a moment. “Can we at least go to the Muay Thai fights tonight, as we planned?” she pleaded, her big green eyes looking for sympathy.

Mr. X smiled. “I’ll take you three myself. We will get the best seats, and you will be safe,” he said, extending his hand. “Just so happens my eldest is fighting tonight at the oldest Muay Thai stadium in Bangkok, Rajadamnern.” He said.

“Your son?” asked Kate with a smile, realizing she had won. They shook hands, deal.

“No, my daughter. You will like her she is a fighter like you.” He punched Kate lightly on the shoulder as he led them outside to the fresh air. Two white clad men passed them carrying plastic body bags inside.

Early the next morning Brock sat back in a luxurious Eva Airways business class seat, a glass of Chiang beer in front of him, as the plane reached its cruising altitude of 35,000 feet. The Boeing 777 flight time to Taipei, Taiwan was 3.5 hours. He pulled out his laptop, established a secure Wi-Fi connection, and before he got to work, let his mind wander over the events of the last few hours.

Earlier he, Jim, and Toon, Mr. X’s first name, had watched Kate board a British Airways flight to London. First class this time courtesy of Pegasus Group, the least a brother could do.

Neither Brock nor Kate had slept much the previous night. After a fun time at the fights, Toon’s daughter had won her bout, they all returned to the Marriott and went to the rooftop bar for drinks. The view of Bangkok from the 38^th floor was impressive, the lights of the city at night were something right out of Gotham, thought Brock, just needing the Bat-Signal. Jim and Toon excused themselves after one drink, citing the demands of work. Toon’s pretty daughter Sarai smiled; she was in a good mood after winning her fight and not too bruised. She didn’t move.

“I’ve arranged for two plain-clothed police officers to remain downstairs in the lobby,” Toon said before he kissed his daughter good night.

Brock took a sip of beer and closed his eyes. Sarai and Kate had had an instant attraction, Brock could see it, the sparks flying between the two, so apparently could Toon. One more stiff drink each and the three of them were in bed together, under the covers as the air conditioner chilled the room. Thai people being much more relaxed when it comes to casual sex. Sarai, as a Bantamweight fighter, had reach with long arms, six-pack abs, and a well-developed chest, on a tallish, twenty-something body. After the fight, she had emerged from the locker room wearing a white summer weight slip of a dress, that showed off her gorgeous tan shoulders and teased them with her busty cleavage. Toon just smiled knowingly at Brock when he saw where his eyes went taking in the sweet valley between her breasts.

Sarai’s black hair free of her braids was shoulder length framing a classic heart-shaped face with big dark eyes, she was cute. Brock lay back and watched his sister and Sarai make out next to him. Kate kissed her face, breasts, and hands playing nurse, soothing any injuries. Sarai laughed, eating up the attention, her hands pulling at Kate’s big white boobs. As she lay between them, Brock ran a hand over her strong shoulders, and well-defined arms, and down their guest’s muscular back until he squeezed handfuls of tight athletic ass as he kissed her neck, nibbling at her ears.

Sarai shivered, letting out a moan as Kate’s hand disappeared between her legs. The blow job came as a surprise as the Thai girl pushed the duvet further down the bed and sucked him into her mouth while Kate quickly padded over the carpet to the bathroom. Sarai sucked, tickled, and teased his cock until Kate slid back into bed, Sarai sandwiched between brother and sister. Kate used the little vibrator she retrieved on Sarai as she continued to suck his cock.

Finished, she turned her attention to Kate as a rock-hard Brock lifted Sarai’s right leg as she lay on her side. His fingers found and penetrated her bald wet slit, just waiting for something bigger. Sarai and Kate kissed and fondled each other, again. Hands roamed over breasts and cunts as they kissed.

“Please, Brock,” Sarai said in a husky urgent voice. She bent her right leg while pushing her delicious ass back into him.

Brock was careful as she had taken a mean kick to her inner thigh earlier in the fight that left a mark. He tried to be gentle as he entered her pussy from behind, she felt great, tight. Hand on one of her boobs, firm and full, with hard nipples, the tit fit perfectly in his hand as he penetrated her with short urgent strokes. Sarai gave herself over to Brock and Kate. His sister used her mouth liberally as she explored while Brock fucked.

“Sir, can I get you another Chiang?” the flight attendant asked, interrupting his thoughts.

With a fresh beer, he tried to push the thoughts of Sarai and Kate to the back of his mind. She had been a tiger, taking his cum on her tits, not batting an eye when Kate sucked her brother’s cock clean. They continued to play with each other trying different positions until the early hours of the morning when Sarai called it quits and grabbed her clothes, saying she had to leave.

“You’re welcome to stay,” Kate had said.

“Work, I can’t be late,” Sarai said as she dropped the dress over her head. Just a white sheath with a couple of spaghetti straps.

“What do you do?” Kate asked sitting up. “That you have to leave, now.” The clock read 3:20 am

“My father didn’t tell you? I’m a lieutenant in the Navy. Fighting Muay Thai is just something I do when I have time,” she said sitting on the end of the bed as she slipped on her panties.

Sarai leaned down for a kiss from each of them. “This was fun, but I have meetings starting early at headquarters,” she said picking up her sandals and purse. “Can’t be late for the Admiral.” Her English was good, she’d probably lived somewhere with native speakers.

“We understand,” Kate said eyes following the beautiful girl as she got ready to leave.

Brock understood about duty. She probably worked at one of the bases on the other side of the river where the Royal Thai Navy had its headquarters and other offices.

Thailand had a modest-sized Navy with some modern ships and aircraft. One that had received a lot of support from the US over the decades. Having seen her naked, he could picture Sarai in a tan, tailored Navy uniform, a fine looking officer.

Kate slid out of bed with her device in hand as the two women exchanged contact information at the suite door. Brock headed to the bathroom chuckling to himself as he went. What a day.

Sipping his second beer he got to work on the highest priority emails. First up an email from one of his Harvard educated lawyers, Claire Spector Esq. An update on project Helms Deep.

Down below, Ivan and his woman were on their way to starting a new life somewhere, he had millions still in that Swiss bank account. Brock had no doubt he would hear from him again. Spies never really quit the game.

Brock had company business in Taiwan, and a couple of big contracts to finalize and sign. Brock was now going to arrive a day early, giving him a chance to grab drinks with a couple of contacts, sing a little Karaoke, and talk business. VP Brad Van Winters was meeting him in Taipei along with their lawyers. The Trump administration had kept China on its back foot for four years by applying economic pressure, the threat of US military intervention, and vigorously supporting its allies in the region.

The new administration, though Republican, had taken less of an interventionist approach when it came to Asia and Europe. Pushed around for four years the Chinese were applying pressure anew on the ‘renegade province’ as China’s economy continued to stumble along. An opening for defense contractors like Pegasus Group to exploit as tensions in the region heated up again.

Nashville – The same week

Joining the Club

Zack started tutoring Anna from Poland back in November. She was a senior at Saint-U, taking advanced math, English literature, world history, and computer science, as well as participating in athletics. But as English was her second language, she needed a little help.

He did what he could, meeting with her regularly to help at school or sometimes at the Steele house. The cute blonde worked hard studying for hours every day. Her goal, she said, was to be selected by her government to attend one of the US service academies like West Point. Socially, up until now, Anna had declined to participate in the Sex Date program, even after Brock gently suggested that it would be a good way to meet people.

To other students, Anna came off as being a serious student and maybe not that fun to hang out with. Over time he found out differently. Now they lay on his bed, clothed, Virtual Reality glasses over their eyes, the lights turned down low.

“Wow, Anna this is really good.” He said as the short documentary they had just watched ended.

“Thank you! I did the interviews over Christmas break when I was at home.” She said, her accent now hardly noticeable after a full semester at Saint-U.

He took his glasses off and turned to look at her. “I really liked hearing what your dad had to say about the Territorial Defence Forces’ role in the Battle of Warsaw. I like how you used digital recreations to illustrate the stories from the veterans.”

“Well, I took your advice. Even read your game design blog and took some code from you.” She said then took his hand in hers.