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Today’s excerpt is from Tears And Terrorists, Book #4 of the Asps Series.  While trying to develop their cover story in Pakistan, Drew and Boris pick a tail, or rather two tails.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day.

m.j.

 

Early the next morning, Drew and Boris received a call from a rather small charter airline service at the small plane airport.  The owner was interested in expanding, and wondered if the two potential investors would stop by his facility when they had time.  They immediately agreed, knowing an investment at the airport would allow them to keep a close eye on the planes of the company supplying Jordan with his means of transportation.  As he drove, with Boris sitting next to him, Drew glanced over at him.  “I see we still have our shadow.”

“I noticed.  Turn at the next corner.  I think our tail may have a tail of his own—or we have two.”

Drew, having suspected the same thing, made a right turn at the next corner.  Both vehicles behind them turned, also.  At the next corner, he turned left.  Again, both vehicles made the turn.  Drew asked, “Shall we put them afoot?”

“By all means.”

Drew drove on until he found a likely place to stop.  When he pulled in and turned off the Land Rover’s engine, he got out without a word, as Boris did the same.  They walked forward for half a block, then casually went into a crowded shop.  Right on through it they went, and out the back.  The two men quickly headed back the way they had come, on the street where their Land Rover was parked.  At an alley, they turned right and soon came back to their original street.  The tail on the tail were two nicely dressed men, who were now less than ten feet in front of Drew and Boris.  Both men soon had an Asp in their respective backs.  Drew growled, in Arabic, “Please be kind enough to turn around and head back to the alley you just passed.”

The men did as told and, when herded into the alley by Drew and Boris, one smiled.  “Gentlemen, we’re Tony Henry’s men—sent to cover your back.  I assume if you spotted us, you spotted the other two chaps.”

Drew said nothing as he reached into the man's jacket pocket, found his identification, which indeed showed him to be an SIS agent.  Drew handed it back to him.  “You could be of greater service to us if you would keep an eye on our wives and Boris’ son.  They’ll be leaving our hotel within the half hour.  I think we can handle the two guys who were behind us and in front of you.”

One of the SIS agents chuckled.  “I’d say you probably can.  We’ll keep a watch on your loved ones.”

Boris suggested, “If they are not being followed, please be kind enough to introduce yourselves.  Both ladies are well versed in tradecraft.  I’d hate to see anything happen to either of you.”

Before anything else could be said, Drew and Boris turned and went back down the alley, then back to the shop they had come through.  It took them only a few seconds to see the two men they sought, loitering in front of the shop.  They walked to the doorway and, on a hunch he’d discussed with Drew before they left the hotel, Boris muttered, in Russian, “Let’s duck out the back way.”

He said it loud enough to be heard by the nearest of the two men.  They then turned and headed back to the rear of the building, and went out.  Boris turned right, Drew to the left as they left the building.  When the two men reached the rear doorway, both men had their Asps pulled and motioned the two men to move in Drew’s direction.  Boris came up behind them, reached around one of them, and took out the gun located in his shoulder holster.  Drew took the gun of the other man.  On hearing just a slight noise behind him, Boris grumbled, without turning around, “Hello, Sergey.”

Sergey Terekhov, a former KGB agent trained by Boris, and long time friend of his mentor, joked, “You win, Boris.  Nice to see you,” as he extended his hand to Boris, who had now turned around.

After those two shook hands, Drew shook Sergey’s hand as well, then asked, “These two belong to you, Sergey?”

“Yes.”

Both Boris and Drew returned the weapons to the two men.  Drew reached into his pocket and took out a money clip.  He extracted a hundred dollar bill from it and handed it to Boris, “You cost me a hundred bucks.  After we spotted these two yesterday, Boris bet me a hundred bucks you were behind the tailing job.  Was it to protect our backs, or a training operation for those two?”

“Training.”

Drew snatched the hundred dollar bill back from Boris’ hand. “In that case, it’s a wash.  I predicted, if he was right in his feeling they belonged to you, it would be training.  He went with protecting our back.”

Sergey laughed again, “No need to protect your backs.  If you two can’t spot a tail by now, you’re too old to be doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

 

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