Chapter 6

The response to Angela’s call is faster than Spencer expects. By the time he and Angela get back to the store, police tape is already up and cutting the crowd from the scene. “What happened?” Angela asks the coroner when they walk into the shop.

“Ah, Detective Veris,” the coroner says. “From my initial examination it appears something was rammed through the poor fella’s chest then contracted around the heart. Now, it may sound crazy but, I would say it was a hand.”

“You’d be surprised at the things I’ve seen,” Spencer remarks.

“Oh?” the coroner says. “Would you have some insight in this, sir?”

“He’s here from the FBI, Robert.” Angela steps in quickly. “Special Cases.”

“So you do,” Robert remarks.

“May we see the body?” Spencer asks, deflecting the nosey man’s questioning.

“I suppose I have no choice in the matter.”

“No, not really,” Spencer says giving the man a hard look.

Robert looks away as if he is remembering that he has something else he has to do. “Well I have to get the truck ready and make sure my guys got everything before the body is moved anyway.”

Once the coroner leaves, Angela elbows Spencer. “You didn’t have to be so mean. Robert’s really a nice guy.”

“If not nosey,” he replies.

“Yeah well...” she says. Her smile quickly turns into a frown when her attention turns back to the old man lying lifeless on the floor. She kneels down beside the body and places a hand on him. “Poor Jianyu.” Just as quickly she rips away her hand.

“What is it?” Spencer asks quickly catching her from falling.

“It’s him,” she whispers. “It’s the one I’ve been chasing this whole time.”

“We’ll find the bastard Angela. We’ll find him.”

Angela looks up at him grimly. “Then I hope you’re ready for anything.”

The Egyptian sun beating down hard wasn’t helped any by the heat reflecting back off the sand. The only thing that saved Natalya Rinehart from utter heat exhaustion was the large cloak she wore. She was beginning to convince herself that her ambitions were the reason for her taking on this assignment when her camel snorted, bringing her attention back. She focused through the haze of the bright sun light toward the city. Her convoy was almost upon its gates and foolishly she had let her mind drift.

She berated herself as she passed through the massive stone gates. Instantly, she was surrounded with a torrent of sights and smells of commerce and wealth and for a moment she couldn’t believe the Black List thought there was anything suspicious happening here. She shook her head. Of course that was the idea: to make it appear like there was nothing out of the ordinary. In the three thousand years since Alexandros established the Black List, they have grown quite keen of rooting out the Goji no matter where they decide to operate, and it was agents like her with ambition, that made it possible to bring them down.

Natalya followed the convoy to an inn near the outer edge of the city’s wall that served as a stable as well as a tavern. She grabbed her meager bag of supplies and let the convoy master take care of her camel. She wouldn’t need it anymore or another until she was done with her mission and on her way from completing it. She immediately turned toward the tavern.

Once inside the establishment, she dropped the hooded cloak from her head, deciding it best to not stand out amongst the clientele currently visiting. She was impressed by the manner of patrons visiting the tavern. Like the merchants she had passed, they were all nicely dressed with very pricey looking clothing and expensive looking silks. She strode past the barkeep, and many of the people, toward the back of the tavern to a more subtly darkened portion of the expansive room. The tavern was packed with patrons, even in the most darkened portions of the place, but she managed to find a table of reasonable privacy.

No sooner had she sat down was she joined by two incredibly beautiful women. “You must be...” she began to say.

“I am Talilith Maykov and this is my sister Dasha,” the taller of the two said interrupting as they sat down. “You are late,” she continued adding a hint of frustration to her voice.

It was true. She was over a day late. “There was a sand storm three days ago that kept us from continuing for a day.”

“We had to go to extra lengths to still make it here undetected,” the other woman said with a more serious tone. “This is a serious matter and we cannot afford to blow what’s at stake.”

Natalya looked at her hard. “I take what I do very seriously.”

Talilith moved into her view. “Let’s hope so...”

Natalya is sitting in a high backed chair facing a large open window that is overlooking the expansive city of Singapore thinking about the past. She wears a thin, silky and transparent robe—more for the feeling it provides across her skin than anything else. The room is basked mostly in darkness except for a very few dim cast lights that she turned on earlier. She has just come out of her thoughts and swishes her glass of wine when a soft knock comes at the door.

“Proceed,” she says loud enough for her voice to carry through the door to the other side. A moment later the door opens and Rolan steps through silently. He closes the door, and without a word proceeds across the darkened room toward the Goji. “Have a drink Rolan, you look like you can use one,” she says once he comes within sight of her.

Rolan nods and deviates to the bar. He sets the book he is carrying on the counter and makes a drink. Natalya looks back out the window at the city below, pretending to be oblivious to the man and the prize he has brought. Inside though, her heart is pounding in anticipation. Rolan downs the drink and wipes the drizzle of liquid from his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt before setting the glass down and picking the book back up. “Both good news and bad,” he says trying to keep the subtly of fear from his voice.

Natalya’s face whips around to his neutral. “I know you do not have Sternigan.”

Rolan physically relaxes slightly. “I apologize, Mistress, for my failure.”

“You are only responsible as far for you own actions and the orders you give and pass on to your men. Besides, you brought the ultimate prize to me. If you hadn’t, then you would have failed and your blood would be staining my carpet right now.”

Rolan gulps hard. “I have a team on high alert looking for any signs of Sternigan, so we’ll have him the moment he turns up.”

“He won’t be that stupid,” she remarks. The Black List will keep him protected and they will regroup and assess and do what they do. I have all the time in the world.” She holds out her hand at the man. He relaxes a bit more and hands over large, ancient book. Natalya leafs through the pages, smiling to herself in the process. “I’m sure if the old fool knew what I was truly after he would have made sure this book would have never been found. You did a remarkable job, Rolan. Soon my plans will come to fruition and soon after all these millennia I will have what I have wanted.”

“Yes Mistress,” Rolan says with a smile of his own. “Will there be anything else you require?” he asks knowing of her eagerness at wanting to begin with her plans with the book.

“As a matter of fact there is,” she says with a sly grin. “As much as I wish I could make use of this information the book provides I have to wait until circumstances prove right, so for now I must entertain myself and provide you with reward for your hard labors.” She stands and lets the ancient book drop casually to the floor. She blows Rolan kiss with lips that pulsate with anticipation. Then she turns and walks seductively toward the bedroom dropping her translucent robe to the floor. Rolan gives her a few moments before following her in, taking the time to undress himself.

By the time he reaches the room, Natalya is already propped up on the bed with her ass high in the air. Rolan can see the moist folds of her pussy glistening between her legs. Her cunt looks inviting and waiting, warm and delicious. His eyes trail across the folds of her delicate twat and up her round ass as she pushes it up higher, as high as she can into the air. His eyes follow a trail from the top of her ass down between two full and amazing cheeks to her magnificent back door. The tiny hole looks tight and beautiful and slightly darker than the skin surrounding it.

The man walks in slowly, savoring the sight of her. When he reaches the bed, he places his hands on her bare ass, one on each side and squeezes to stretch her ass apart. He watches as her pussy spreads gently—wet, deep within the folds. Natalya’s sphincter quivers as the skin around it slowly stretches. Suddenly, Rolan drives his face down and buries it in her tight ass. His tongue plunges past his lips and meets stiff resistance at her clenched asshole. Natalya breathes deeply in and relaxes into the sheets as he continues burrowing deeper into her tiny back door with his tongue. She moans and sighs in pleasure and ecstasy.

He runs and alternates his tongue between licking the rim of her hole and exploring deep inside it while his hands begin working the rest of her body. He starts with massaging her ass, caressing her smooth legs, then running his hands up and down her belly and back. He reaches her breasts and begins to caress them when he finds Natalya’s hands joining his. Her fingers begin mingling with his just as he finds her hard nipples. Rolan then brings his hands back toward him and settles them on her soaking snatch, now covered in silky moisture before he even inserts them. He gently runs his finger between her folds and grazes it across her clit. The action sends shivers through her body and he focuses the next few minutes of his attention on playing with her clit. As he does, Natalya shakes and moans and begins rocking gently against his finger, which only increases the depth and quality of his continues ass tonguing.