Chapter 16

David and Nikita enjoyed the continental breakfast, then checked out of the hotel.

They stopped to refuel the GTI, then continued the long drive to Kyiv. On the way, she continually enticed him with her breasts fully exposed and her short hem pulled up to reveal her pussy. She invited his fingers to explore her dampness, and she teased him by rubbing his cock through his pants.

Darkness had set in as they arrived in Kyiv. Nikita directed him to the south of the city, towards the Dnipro River. She said to take Saperno-Slobidska Street and exit at Highway E-40. He entered the Holosiivs’kyi industrial area adjacent to the river.

Nikita pointed to a tall, gray abandoned building and told him to park. She unlocked the sliding door, and he drove inside. David noticed it housed old, derelict machinery. Another sliding door was unlocked and opened. Her hand touched a light switch, and the large room lit up. He drove into the second room and shut off the engine.

David noticed a shiny black Volkswagen Jetta, a table, a fridge, a small stove, a double bed, and a storage locker.

“You’ve got quite the setup in here,” he commented, looking around and seeing a side room with a washroom.

“It may not seem like much, but it serves my purpose.”

He looked inside her car. “You have a good-looking car. It matches the beautiful woman.

“Thank you, but don’t you know by now that you don’t have to compliment me to get between my legs.”

“I meant it. You are an exquisitely beautiful assassin.”

“Come over here; I have something to show you.” David went to the storage locker she was standing by. She unlocked it, opening the door.

“Holy shit! You’ve got a frigging army in there!”

We’ve got stun grenades, smoke grenades, and several nine-millimeters for you to choose from. I like this one, a Kel Tec Sub 2000. It has a foldable stock,” she demonstrated. “It can fire nine millimeters from most pistols. I’ve had mine fitted with a scope that’s easy to remove and a noise suppressor. All you hear is the metal of the action, so it’s very quiet.”

“Nice!” David smiled, handling it. He made sure it was clear, then aimed it from the shoulder, pulling the trigger.

“I had the trigger lightened for firing. Now the best of all: an RPG-7 with six rounds. I only use this if I have to. It causes too much attention and a lot of collateral damage.”

“I’ve helped cause quite a bit of collateral damage with the numerous car chases I’ve been in. I’ve fired the RPG before during a NATO exercise when I was in the Army. I can’t hide it in my pocket.”

“No, but you’d sure let someone know you’re there. We don’t know what the Russian asset is going to use, so we have to be prepared.” She watched as he picked up the RPG, placed it on his shoulder, and siting a picture on the wall.

“And this is my newest baby, my Chukavi, known as the SVCh. My version uses the same 7.62 by 51 rounds as NATO. It has a great scope, a sound suppressor, and a built-in bipod. I’ve had it about two years and have five kills with it, 1,000 and 1,300 meters, my two longest.”