Today’s excerpt is from Tear
And Terrorists, Book #4 of the nine-book Asps Series. Our two old spies know they are being tailed
and decided to do something about it. Enjoy
and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
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.”
Boris grunted
and grumbled to the two men, “If you two want to live out a normal life, I
suggest you listen to everything Sergey tells you. Now be gone.
Do whatever it is you do when not being embarrassed by two old men.”
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