Storm Front

What happens, when the people you thought you could trust betray you? That’s bad enough in any relationship…but when you’re a spy, it can be deadly.

 

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“The role of women has always been undervalued in the spy world, always undermined in terms of recognition.  Unfairly so.  It’s a world that needs women.”   –Helen Mirren

 

Chapter 1

I felt myself flying through the air, and I was strangely calm for a moment as the reality of the situation faded away.  This wasn’t happening.  It couldn’t be happening.  I’d wake up any moment and realize it was all a bad dream.

Then, I hit the water.

 

Washington DC, September13, 2018

I looked up at the lights, then closed my eyes.  Still in the hospital bed, not in the water.  I let out a breath and opened my eyes, then slowly sat up.  A nurse hurried over, but she looked more annoyed than concerned.

“You know you’re supposed to lie down,” she said, shaking her head.  “You won’t get better if you don’t get some sleep.”  She paused for a moment, then asked, “Were you having a dream?”

I shook my head, not sure why I didn’t trust her.  “I just forgot where I was.”

That was ironic, since I didn’t have much memory of anything.  At least, not the past few weeks.  All I remembered was being sent on a mission in August, then waking up in this hospital bed two days ago.

“Try to rest,” she said, turning and walking back over to the desk.  I was in a ward, not a private room, which seemed rather odd.  Or maybe not.  The other beds were mainly empty, and no one was close enough to talk to…even if I felt like it, which I did not.

I lied back on the pillows and closed my eyes.  Maybe, if I really concentrated, I would remember something.  Anything.  Because if I didn’t, they’d never send me on another mission.  Not only would I have wasted months of training, but deep down, I had the feeling that it was important for me to go back.  I just wasn’t sure why.

As much as I wanted to remember, a small part of me didn’t.  I could sense it just before I fell asleep.  There was something dangerous about remembering and that’s what bothered me the most.  I’d never turned away from danger and now, my mind was doing it for me.

I exhaled in frustration and waited for sleep.  Maybe, my dreams would give me some clue I couldn’t remember, when I was awake.

 

His voice was what I noticed first.  It was deep and rather sexy with a slight accent I couldn’t place.  He was talking to a shop owner I’d gone to meet in Old Town.  I was early, and the shop owner was trying to convince the man to buy something.

“I don’t think it’s quite my style,” the man said in that deep voice.  “Maybe you have something more…urbane?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” the shop owner replied.  “This is the most sophisticated jacket I carry.”

The man looked over and saw me as I pretended to browse through the racks of dresses.  “What do you think?” he asked.  “Is it my style?”

I smiled and raised an eyebrow.  “It’s very nice,” I replied.

The man laughed.  “Very well, I will take it,” he told the man.  “Can you have it delivered to my hotel?  I’m staying at the Grande Plaza.”

The shop owner nodded.  “I’ll send it right over,” he replied, running the man’s card.  “Can I get you anything else?” he added, hopefully.

The man glanced back over at me and smiled.  “I think that’s enough for today.”

I watched him take his card, turn and walk out of the shop.  He was handsome in that dark, sultry way that I usually avoided.  Too much trouble, I’d realized after one particularly bad breakup.

As I walked over to the shop owner, I picked up some emerald earrings lying on the counter.  They stones were small, and I had my doubts if they were even authentic.  “How much for these lovely sapphires?” I asked

“Those are emeralds,” the man replied.  “I must need more light over my counter.”

“Not at all,” I said.  “I’m not wearing my glasses today.  Unfortunately, I lost them by the pool yesterday.”

The man nodded.  “Come with me,” he said quietly, leading me to the back of the store.

 

I woke up with a start.  It had seemed so real.  The man, the shop owner, the earrings…even the message.  I’d done that before at a covert meeting with an asset, but not with those particular words.  At least, not that I remembered.  I tried to concentrate on the image of the man, which was already fading, but the voice remained.  I lied back down.  Maybe if I concentrated on that voice, I’d remember more.

After a long night of strange dreams only half remembered, all I could recall the next morning was a cabin in the mountains and a snowstorm.  That was definitely a dream.  It didn’t snow on the Black Sea coast, which is where I’d been sent on my mission.

A little later, I was helped out of bed for another walk down the halls.  This seemed like a very old hospital, which made me wonder if it was some government facility that we kept off the books.

“If you keep doing this well, you might be leaving soon,” a new nurse told me.  She was younger than the last and seemed friendlier, but I still didn’t know if I could trust her.

“Thank you,” I replied with a small smile.  “I want to be a good patient.”

“I’m sure you do,” the nurse said.  “Why don’t we try going to the dining room for breakfast today?”

I followed her down another hall and into a large room with several tables scattered around.  Most of them had three or four chairs pulled up to them, I noticed as she led me over to one by the windows.

“Why don’t you sit down here,” she suggested.  “Someone will be over to take your order in a minute.”

I nodded absent-mindedly, while looking out the window.  We seemed to be on the second floor, but all I could see outside were trees and what looked like the edge of a cement patio.  Beyond that was another wing of what looked like a hospital after all, but definitely an older one.

“How are you feeling today?” I heard a man say.  Expecting to see another nurse, or maybe a doctor, I was surprised to see the suit.  He’d come sooner than I expected.

“I’m feeling quite well,” I replied, forcing a smile.  I wanted to ask if I was being released, but it was always better to wait for the suit to speak first.

“They sent me over to ask if you’re ready to answer a few more questions,” he said with a smile that didn’t carry to his eyes.

“Of course,” I replied.  As the orderly walked up, I added, “Would you like some coffee?”

The suit nodded, and we sat and drank coffee for a moment.  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Not really,” I lied. “What would you like to know?”

I hated this cat and mouse game.  It was so unnecessary, but it seemed to be something the brass loved to do in our agency.  We sat there, sipping coffee, each of us was trying to get a read on the other.

“Why don’t you tell me about Romania,” he said.

“I remember being sent on the mission,” I began for the third time in as many days.  “When I got to my hotel, there was a message from a contact to meet in the bar.  I remember going down in the elevator, ordering a drink and waiting.”

“Did you meet the contact?” the man asked.

“I don’t remember,” I replied.

“Do you know if it was a man or woman?” he continued.

I shook my head.  “The message said to meet in the bar to find out more about my assignment.  It wasn’t signed.”  I paused. “That’s pretty standard on these types of missions.”

The man’s eyes narrowed.  “I know what’s standard.  Please, just answer the questions.”

I forced myself to relax as I waited for him to continue.  After a moment, he asked, “Do you really expect us to believe this ridiculous story?”

I didn’t say anything.  After a moment, he repeated the question more loudly.  “Do you really expect us to believe this ridiculous story?”

As a few nurses glanced over, I looked into the suit’s eyes and said, “I don’t know what happened.  I wish I did.  I’ve spent the past few days thinking of nothing else, but I don’t remember anything after ordering the drink except sitting there.  That’s it.  Then, I woke up in this…hospital?”

“Facility,” the man replied, shrugging.  “It’s not one of our nicest, but it is discreet.”

“Do you think I can see Him?” I asked.  He knew what I meant.  “Him was what we called the man, who ran our department.

“Mr. Smith is away at the moment,” the suit replied.  “I think you can do the most good by staying here and trying to remember something else.  If we had more information, we might be able to put together what happened.”

I didn’t want to tell him any more details, but I also didn’t want to spend another day in this place.

“There’s one thing that might be important,” I said, hesitantly.  “It seems more like a dream than a memory, but did you find me in the water?”

The man looked interested, for the first time.  “We didn’t find you,” he replied.  “You were brought in by some local fisherman, who pulled you out of the water off the coast of Constanta.  Apparently, you were saying something about a yacht, and they assumed you’d fallen off one.”  He smiled for a moment.  “Yet another drunken tourist is the phrase I believed they used.  Of course, I wasn’t there.  Just what it said in your file.”

I nodded.  “At least, that explains the dream.”

“Did you dream anything else?” he asked.  “Any detail might be helpful.”

I looked down at my hands and pretended to think about it.  Finally, I shook my head.  “I’m sorry.  Nothing but falling in the water…then I wake up.”

He nodded.  “If you think of anything else, let us know right away.”  He waved the nurse over.  “Bring Miss Storm something to eat.  She’ll be leaving this afternoon.”

The nurse smiled and left to get the food.  “Thank you,” I said, meaning it.

He glanced around.  “I wouldn’t want to stay here either,” he admitted.  Standing up, he turned and walked out of the room.  I waited to see if he glanced back, but he didn’t.  Either he was very well trained, or he believed me.

 

Chapter 2

The suit was a man of his word.  My ride showed up immediately after lunch.  A young woman with red hair, who was also wearing a suit, drove me to the agency.  As I got out of the car, she said, “They’re waiting for you in His office.”

I walked through the main gates and into the compound.  It took about five minutes to go through the security check and then I went down a few halls and stopped outside His office.

As I walked in, the woman at the desk smiled and gestured for me to sit down.  “He’s in a meeting, but he should be free in a few minutes.”

I nodded and sat down.  We always did what we were told at the Agency for Intelligence and Security.

After a few minutes, a man walked out and came over to me.  “Mr. Smith will see you now,” he said in a quiet voice.

I got up and walked into His office.  Mr. Smith’s real name was Elijah MacDaniels.  He’d been a very good friend of my father’s, which most people in the agency did not know.  I preferred to keep it that way.

“How are you feeling, my dear?” he asked as I walked in.

“I’ve been better,” I answered truthfully.  “Sorry to cause so much trouble.”

“Not at all,” he assured me.  “We’re just glad you came back to us.”  He looked at me and smiled, but I knew if I didn’t pass the test, I’d be kicked out immediately…or worse.  Friend of my father’s or not.

After a moment, he said, “Jazzmyn, what the hell happened over there?”

“I wish I knew,” I replied.  “I have no explanation and I know how that sounds, but I really don’t remember anything.”

He nodded.  “It happens, my dear.  A surprising number of drugs out there that can cause just such a reaction.”  He paused for a moment.  “And of course, you could have been injured, when you fell of the yacht.  If that part of the story is true.”

“I wish I remembered more,” I replied.  “It’s so frustrating.  I must have discovered something, or I wouldn’t have been in the water.”

“That’s one way of looking at it,” he agreed.  “Why don’t you sit down.  Have you talked to your uncle since you got back?”

I shook my head.  “I didn’t want him to worry.  I thought I’d stop by and see him tomorrow.”

“Fine,” he replied.  “Tell him I’ll give him a call next week about getting together for some golf.”

I smiled.  “I’ll do that.”  I looked down at the floor and thought about how to approach the next part.  After a moment, I looked up and asked, “Do I still have a job?”

“Of course, you do,” he replied.  “Although, it might be a good idea to stay at your desk for a few weeks…”

“I want to go back,” I said quietly.  At his look, I added, “The answers are in Romania, not at my desk.”

“I don’t think so.”  He moved a few papers on his desk.  “You know I’m fond of you, Jazzmyn.  You’ve been a great help to us over the past year, but I need to know you’re at the top of your game before you go back into the field.”  He looked me in the eye.  “Two weeks at your desk starting Monday.”

I knew that if I didn’t remember by then, I was out.  I nodded.  “Of course,” I said, standing up.

“Be sure to call Lydia,” he added, referring to his wife and my late mother’s good friend.  “She’ll want to take you to lunch.”

“I’ll call her next week,” I promised.  Smiling, I turned and started for the door.

“This isn’t a punishment, you know,” he said.

“I know,” I replied, turning the knob and walking out.

 

Another vehicle picked me up after the meeting and gave me a ride to my apartment.  As I walked in, I could feel that someone had been there. Not surprising, considering my situation.  I was sure the agency had sent people over…if not when I was missing, definitely after I had shown up with no memory.

As I walked over to the fridge to get a bottle of water, I stopped.  It was a fragrance that almost seemed familiar.  Spice and pine with a hint of leather.  I could barely make it out, but it was there…and it was not something our agents would wear.  They were trained not to leave a trace, when they searched a residence.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, trying to place the scent.  Nothing…and then the image of the man from the shop appeared at the edge of my mind.  Dark hair, smile, brown eyes with just a hint of green.  As I tried to focus my thoughts, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

“Damn,” I muttered under my breath.  Was there even a man or was my mind playing tricks on me?  For all I knew, this was some figment of my imagination.  I walked over and got the water out of the fridge, then pulled a frozen dinner out of the freezer.  Even a microwave meal would be an improvement over what I’d been eating the past few days.

After dinner, I thought about watching a movie, but decided to try to sleep.  I wasn’t really tired but maybe something would come to me if I closed my eyes and let myself relax in my own bed.

 

I was walking along the beach with a row of hotels on my left and the water on my right.  Children were playing in the sand as their parents reclined on beach chairs with drinks.  It was warm, but there was a nice breeze coming off the Black Sea.

Looking out at the water, I thought it must be nice to go for a swim.  To have the time to relax on the beach and not think about anything but getting a tan for the day.  A little girl ran past me and smiled.  She had dark pigtails that bounced as she moved.

I looked over at the hotels that lined the beach with their pools and balconies.  So many on this small strip of land, but I could see why people would want to vacation here.  Even with the crowds, there was still plenty of room to walk around and enjoy the views of the water.

“Jazz-meena,” I heard behind me.  I closed my eyes as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him.  “I thought we were meeting at your room,” he said in that deep voice.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I said, turning to look at him.  He was so handsome.  As he leaned down to kiss me, I ran my hand along the side of his face.

“You are beautiful in this light, keesa,” he said.  As he pulled me to him and kissed me, I thought I would melt.  I’d never felt that way with anyone.

When he stopped, I smiled.  “We could go to the room,” I suggested.  “Dinner could wait.”

“You are a temptress,” he teased, running his fingers through my hair.  “We’ll have dinner, then go to the room.”

I laughed, and he just looked at me, smiling.  “What is it?” I asked.

“I have never known anyone like you,” he almost whispered. “Where have you been all my life?”  With that, he pulled me to him and kissed me with such passion I could hardly breathe.

When he stopped, I pulled him back.  “Do you have to leave?” I asked.

“I’ll get the papers, then I’ll meet you at the restaurant,” he said, brushing a lock of hair off my shoulder and kissing my neck.  “We have all night, my darling.”

“The rest of our lives,” I replied, kissing him again.

 

Sitting straight up in the bed, I had the covers clenched in my fists.  He’d been speaking Russian, not Romanian.  Keesa meant kitten in Russian…and why was he calling me that?  I tried to calm myself and took a few deep breaths.  As far as I knew, I was not there to recruit a Russian asset.  I was there to get information and possibly broker a deal with the Romanians.  I took another breath and wondered what exactly had happened over those missing weeks.  Had I been compromised?  Was my loss of memory an accident or by design?

I laid back down in the bed and closed my eyes.  I would never betray my country.  My mother’s memory was too important to me.  I would never betray her.  She’d given up everything to escape the Ukraine and come to America.  She and my father had left a year before the collapse of the Soviet Union.  It was truly inconceivable to me that I would even think about it…but what if my mission had also been to get close to another agent?

Turning over, I decided to try to get some sleep.  Not that it would be easy after that dream.  I decided there were no answers to be found in my dreams; only more questions.  What I needed was information and I knew where to get it.  I’d see my uncle in the morning.

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