Chapter 20

Nikita felt apprehensive as she and David fucked. “You seem more passionate than the other times we’ve fucked, wanting me deep inside you.”

“I love our fucking. I don’t know what will happen today. This might be our last fuck, ever.”

“I hope to retire to the old spies’ home and live a quiet life,” he joked.

Nikita breathed heavily through her nose as his tongue probed his mouth. “Take me, my love!”

David continued and finally let out his deep growls, timing each strong spasm. She kept her legs spread as she enjoyed his other specialty, licking her pussy after they fucked. Her fingers combed his hair, pressing his face against her pussy because it felt so good, or pushing him away because it felt too good. Her body reacted, and she sighed in relief as he helped to make her cum.

“We’ll take my car,” Nikita said, as David prepared for the confrontation with the Russian asset.

“I’ve learned the hard way that I should wear a vest,” he said, taking it from the trunk of his GTI. The Velcro placed it snugly over his chest, and he covered it with his shirt and a light jacket.

“Good idea,” Nikita said, putting on her own.

He didn’t care much for the Russian pistols and chose the Beretta 92FS he’d used in the Army. He inspected it, placing a fifteen-round magazine in the butt. Nikita made sure she was well armed with her usual weapon, a Glock 17 with extra magazines and a silencer.

He picked up the noise suppressor, threading it onto the end of the Beretta. “The less noise, the better. We don’t want innocent civilians to be attracted by the sound of gunshots and call the police.”

David placed a small black canvas first aid bag over his shoulder and placed five extra magazines and several stun grenades in it. On the other hip was his knife in its sheath.

“You’re not taking the RPG?” She asked.

“No, but I’m going to take this; it’s way better than my scope. This is a thermal detecting scope and can detect any object that puts off heat. We’re stopping him before he goes for the President. We may need the RPG later.”

David could only take so much gear with him and still be agile. He had to assume his target was just as well equipped. She made a crude sketch of the sea container lot, describing how it was laid out.

Before leaving, he placed the drone in Nikita’s Jetta, thinking he’d use it to get an instant layout of the area.

Nikita drove them to the industrial area and kept Anton’s presence a secret. He was hiding, poised to take Bourne out and collect the bounty on his head before killing the President.

David launched the drone, viewing the camera as it flew quietly over the container lot. He and Nikita noticed what seemed like hundreds of neatly placed containers, stacked two high. He hovered the drone near the tree line, but there was no sign of the asset. He put the drone away, then slipped on his gloves. He instructed Nikita that they’d use hand signals to communicate and to stay apart.

He could feel his pulse elevated, but controlled as they quietly began their search. He peered around the corner of a container, using the handheld scope to look for his foe, then slipped it into its sleeve holder. He didn’t see any shapes letting off heat, not even any from several parked vehicles.

David was mindful of the shadows cast by the single and double-stacked containers. He thought of scaling a container but it was too far to jump to another one. He motioned for Nikita to stay closer to the side of the container, and they crept along.

He peered around a corner, seeing an object giving off heat. He turned around the corner and fired a quick shot. He took a look through the scope, and he saw that he had shot at a bird resting on the top of the container, which, startled by the bullet impact, flew away.

His assailant was alerted to the fluttering of the bird taking flight and tensed for the impending gun battle. He trained his scope on the area where Nikita was to lead Bourne.

Nikita whispered loudly, directing David to the predetermined spot. Her heart rate increased the closer they got. She questioned her loyalty, to her profession as an assassin on her own terms, or to a woman falling in love with the man she met only days ago and is supposed to kill.

Kirill trained his sight on the corner of the container. He saw Nikita come into view, then Bourne.

“Jason! Run, it’s a set-up! It’s a trap!” She yelled.

She had barely shouted her warning when David felt a sudden sting in his chest, knocking him to the ground. A split second later, Nikita let out a shriek as she was hit in the left shoulder, a bullet passing through her, hitting the ground behind her and falling against a container, then to the ground.

“Jason, I’m hit!”

David moaned in pain, gasping for breath, and placed a hand on his chest. The vest had done its job, preventing his certain death. “Nikita, hide!”

A second bullet sprayed the ground by her feet, sending chips of asphalt into her face.

David scrambled to his feet and knelt, peering around the corner. He fired several shots, sounding like compressed air inside a steel drum, towards where he thought the shots came from. Another bullet punctured the door of the container.

He fired several rapid shots to cover his move toward Nikita, then dragged her by the top of her vest out of Kirill’s sight.

“Fuck, I can’t believe my own cousin shot me!”

“He’s your cousin?”

“Yes. You killed his brother, Ivan, in Moscow.”

“Fuck, you’ve got one hell of a family!” David quickly checked her over. “The bullet went clean through your shoulder!” He quickly opened the first-aid pouch, taking out a large bandage. He scanned the area for Kirill as he stuffed the bandage inside her top and over her shoulder.