Mind the J's and W's - Part 4

Streak sipped the luke-warm water in the carafe; he figured that this must be why the contact hadn’t approached him yet.  They were having trouble getting a message to him no doubt.  Reaching over to place the water back on the nightstand he felt it more than heard it as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up in what seemed a gut response.  There was someone else in the room with him, and they were close, too close, to his bed.  His muscles tensed and very slowly he moved his hand toward the edge of the bed to retrieve his weapon.  He was about to strike when he heard a very feminine voice whisper.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.  Stay still,” her voice was barely audible and until something blinked in his peripheral vision, he hadn’t been sure what she was going to do until then.  That blink told him that she had just swept the room for bugs.  Allowing himself a little smile he let his shoulders relax a bit, still being careful not to move.  He had known that there weren’t any listening devices in this room; he had taken them all out himself, but this allowed him to be sure of how careful the people who were watching his back really were.  The next question that came to mind was why they had sent her in and not just sent a note.  “By the way, I’m Barracuda.  Nice to meet you Streak,” the woman approached the bed and turned on the bedside light.  “The room is clean,” and she pulled off the hood that had hidden her face.  Her hair was in a ponytail in back and it was a golden shade of brown.  The black outfit she wore fit her like a glove and she couldn’t be more than average height.  She was good looking, in good shape, but nothing special that he could tell yet.  Suddenly she spun and looked at the door as if she heard something, but he hadn’t heard anything.

“Oh damn, we have company coming.  Move over,” and she stripped off her shirt and bra fast as she slipped under the sheet beside him before he could even take a breath.  His first thought was that he might have to change his mind about his thought ‘nothing special’ as he watched this half naked woman slide into his bed.  As she pulled her hair from the ponytail and mussed it up he heard the all too familiar steps outside his room.  He didn’t know how she had heard it before he had, but she had.  There was a knock on the door and then the handle began to move.  Whoever this Barracuda woman was beside him, she was full of surprises as she wrapped her arms around his half naked body and pulled him down on top of her.  When the door opened, it looked for all intents and purposes, that the man had just interrupted a very intimate moment.  The shock on Streak’s face only added to the validity of the moment.

“Uh, sorry, didn’t know you were entertaining tonight,” the man snickered as Jan pretended to be mortified and hide her face.  “It can wait ‘til morning,” it was Errol’s assistant and the door closed almost as fast as it had opened.  She dropped to the bed and pulled the sheet up to cover her, waiting until she heard the footsteps fade in the distance.

“You don’t have to leave on my account,” Streak smiled down at her.

“Don’t try anything or you’ll see what I can do with my knife that’s way too close to your jewels for comfort,” and she smiled as she got up and put her clothes back on. 

“So to what do I owe this very personal visit?”  Streak didn’t even try to look away as he smiled at his contact.  He had expected someone to get in touch with him, but not to enter the compound or his bed.

“Couldn’t risk the operation by contacting you any other way.  We’ll have time now to talk.  My partners and I are ready to finish the deal and bring him down,” Jan sat down in the chair opposite the bed.  Streak swung his legs out of bed and sat on the edge of it.

“How can you be so sure that your group will be able to do this?”  He didn’t want to insult them but he really didn’t want to see any more deaths. 

“You don’t have to worry about us as long as we have all the information you can give us,” she didn’t want to seem over confident so she continued, “The team is made up of ten people; two SEALs, three Rangers, four from my department, and one coordinator.”  She smiled, “There are at least two teams ready to storm any place that needs to be to collect contraband or men to keep this from going any farther.  Satisfied?”  Jan sat there looking pleased with the information she had given him.  He gave a quick nod and continued. 

“Usman isn’t going ahead with the meet tomorrow,” as he continued Jan just nodded, “He’s going to change the time and place to make sure that he’s got the upper hand.”

“Not unexpected.  Do you know the place?” Jan was monitoring his thoughts as well.

         “Yes, but he won’t give it to them tomorrow.  He will call and break it off only an hour ahead of time,” he gave her the rest of the details including exactly where the meet would take place.  Jan made sure she committed it all to memory as they sat there for the next thirty minutes.  By changing the meet, something they had all expected, it would give them time to set up better.  When they finished, Streak threw a burka over Jan and took her out of the compound.  Rob was a mile out waiting to pick her up in the old car that they had acquired upon arrival.