by Roger Rapel
They spent a few minutes hugging each other, Jackie played with hairs on his chest as he stroked her shoulders and spine. Jackie didn’t want to get up as this was heaven, but eventually had to. She dished up dinner, as Jim cracked open the wine, they consumed the meal and discussed each-others day. Jim daren’t mention the spooks as it would have spoiled a precious moment, so he left it for another day.
The week-end came and went, then Jim threw into the conversation that he may have to meet the spooks again in Birmingham and probably be away overnight again, although he wasn’t sure of the day, the indications were probably Wednesday. Jackie looked at Jim ‘you going away again babes?’ ‘I don’t think so, it’s just a debrief on the last job.’ Jackie looked at him ‘why can’t you tell me about the results of these jobs Jim?’ ‘Look Jack I’m sworn to secrecy and have signed so many documents regarding the information I’m given. I trust you implicitly, but I cannot risk you accidently mentioning something that could have implications further down the line, cause you know what old bill are like, the gossip factory would be in top gear.’ ‘I suppose, just I never know what you’re doing?’ ‘If it helps Jack, I never know what the full picture is either, and it frustrates the life out of me as well. I want to know the in’s and out of a ducks arse, but that’s the way they work.’
Jackie dropped the conversation just relishing the last of the week-end with Jim and his attention, she was also looking forward to the following week-end when they had Jim’s kids, they loved her and being with Jim. She doted on them and hoped one day to have one of her own.
No sooner had they gone to bed when the alarm went off for the beginning of another week. Jim showered as Jackie made breakfast. Jim feasted on his full English mopping up the remnants with bread and butter patting his tummy. ‘That was good babe’s thanks as always.’ Jackie smiled not speaking, just nodding at the compliment.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Jim was fast asleep when the phone went by his bedside, he picked it up as he tried to focus on the display, he didn’t recognise the number and wasn’t going to answer it, but his inquisitive nature wouldn’t allow it. ‘Hello who’s that?’ ‘Hi Jim its Ricky Briggs, remember?’ ‘What the fuck. How did you get this number?’ ‘Never mind that, I’ve heard you’re after Charlie Sumner, well the word is he’s in Marbella, meet me later today; I’ll call you, to let you know where, don’t nick me Okay? I know I’m still wanted, just trust me, as I will trust you.’ ‘Okay call me later.’
Jim laid back wide awake, thinking about Briggs and Spain; the child abuse case and him doing a runner out of the court dock, then ending up in Spain. He would need to speak to Langton and Yvonne later. He snuggled down under the covers spooning Jackie as he eventually drifted back to sleep.
‘Hi Guv, can I have a word?’ ‘Come in Jim sit down, what’s up?’ ‘I had a phone call last night from Briggs, you remember the spooks’ undercover guy. He wants a meet later today to let me know where Sumner is; apparently he’s in Marbella, what do you think?’ ‘Have you spoken with Yvonne?’ ‘No not yet just wanted your opinion.’ ‘Speak with her first, she may want him nicked or at least have one of theirs present as well.’ ‘Okay will do.’ ‘Here use my office phone.’ Jim dialled the number and spoke with Yvonne, as he explained the phone call from Briggs. ‘Okay Jim; meet him and get him to call our hot line, he will know the number.’ ‘Okay will do, is he still wanted?’ ‘Don’t ask questions just meet him and tell him of my request;’ that was it nothing more was said then the phone went dead.
‘Fuck me Guv she has a strop on this morning; but yes, she said to meet him and get him to call their hot line; she just said he would know it. I knew he was one of their undercover guys.’ Langton looked at him and just smirked saying nothing. Jim said ‘I bet his record has been wiped clean as well, this is just like Tinker, Taylor, Soldier, Spy.’ Jim went out into the office and called the CRO office for a previous conviction check on Briggs. He received the reply; fuck me, as I thought, nothing, not even a speeding fine, absolutely wiped clean.
His phone went, ‘Jim, it’s Briggs; right meet me at Fox and Hounds on the London Road at 2.30, see you there,’ then he was gone.
Jim arrived at the pub and scoured the car park for signs of anyone watching, he picked out an old rusty Transit in the corner, he casually walked over to it, he looked inside the cab; it was covered in out of date copies of the sun most of them open at page 3. It looked like a builders van, although he knew covert vans were made to look that way. He looked around it and in the back, it looked genuine. He then went into the pub, the bar was spit and sawdust, with all types of punters around the bar; the lounge was more for those eating a meal. There was a group in overalls at a table eating pie and chips and swigging beer, cracking jokes and laughing. He presumed they belonged in the rusty builders van. He walked into the lounge as he was more suitably dressed for that side as he sat at a vacant table.
He checked his watch it was a little after 2.30, he presumed Briggs would be checking out the carpark as well, before venturing in. Then Briggs walked in looking cautiously as he did a quick nonchalant 180 of the lounge acknowledging Jim; he got a lager and sat down. They shook hands exchanging pleasantries.
Jim then said ‘Look Ricky before we crack on, Yvonne wants you to call the hot line; she said you would know the number.’ ‘Will do; right Charlie Sumner; here’s his address, it’s a villa just outside of Marbella, apparently he’s renting it off some guy. Nice pad surrounded by high fences and electric gates the full business.’ ‘How do you know?’ ‘Jim trust me mate, he’s there. But I knew you would ask, so here’s some pics of him and his bird around the pool at the villa, and don’t ask how I got them either.’ ‘How longs he there for?’ ‘Don’t know, but apparently he doesn’t seem in any hurry to move on.’ ‘Are you seeing him again?’ ‘No, but I understand he’s up for more of those sex parties at the villa which, might get some Spanish old bill attention.’ Thanks Ricky, don’t forget Yvonne.’ They spent an hour discussing Spain and Morocco; then they shook hands and went their separate ways.
Jim spoke with Langton re Sumner being in Spain and the address. ‘Okay Jim we need to get Interpol involved, and get the Spanish old bill to nick Sumner; then get him extradited. I will get the ball rolling. Oh by the way Vicky will be joining us as of a week Monday.’ ‘Thanks that’s good news on both fronts.’
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Jim arrived at the Marriot in Birmingham the same receptionist was on duty, she beamed a smile, ‘Mr Broadbent, nice to see you again, thank you for staying with us.’ ‘Thank you Kirsty it’s nice to see you again as well.’ She took his details then handed him his electronic key as he thanked her, absorbing her sparkling blue eyes which smiled at him. He walked to the lift thinking, fuck me she’s a cracker.
He just got to his room when he received a text for Yvonne, ‘be there in about an hour.’ Jim showered and shaved splashing on his aftershave.
He went to the lounge where ordered a coffee; he read the paper keeping one eye on Kirsty and the other on the entrance door. He looked at the headlines; he noticed something he hadn’t picked up before, which announced unconfirmed reports regarding a British attaché who had been released from a Russian prison, in exchange for his counterpart in the UK. This had to be the double dealing suspect Yvonne had referred to in her last meeting. There was no date for the exchange to take place, but for the press to have got hold of it, it had to be soon.
Jim read the newspaper report mentally absorbing the details ready for his meeting with Yvonne. As he was reading the report his concentration had taking his attention from the door, he had failed to notice Yvonne arrive. He glanced at the reception desk; he couldn’t help but notice the grey suited Yvonne with her back to him. She turned and visually searched the lounge, as her eyes met Jim’s they lit up like beacons signifying instant attraction and a lustful desire as she anticipated Jim being inside her again. She felt herself warming up already with the need. She smiled at
Jim as she walked over to where he was sat. Jim stood up and kissed her in the cheek. ‘It’s nice to see you again Yvonne.’ ‘Likewise Jim.’ Jim raised his hand; the lounge waiter came over then he ordered two coffees.
Jim laid the paper down with the headlines of the Russian UK exchange. He looked at Yvonne and smiled, she looked at the headlines as she nodded. ‘It’s in the open now, so yes Jim, he had been suspected of being a double agent for some time, so we fed him a number of false stories, but he had someone on the inside who was also feeding him information which was obstructing us in outing him. So we created the false information regarding the UN official who was going to be assassinated this was to muddy the waters so to speak, which caused a lot of traffic back and forward across the pond and with SHAPE. It didn’t take long to involve everyone; getting their sources to try and establish the truth.’ ‘Hold up what about the Yanks they were told about the UN official weren’t they?’ ‘Yes of course they were, but most of what we told you was for your ears Jim and Carol-Anne’s. Only Barney was aware of the real truth.’ ‘Woe, hold up a minute, you created the assassination as a smoke screen for the drugs deal didn’t you?’ ‘That’s what you were told Jim.’ ‘Was the drug deal real? Was anything real?’ ‘Yes Smyth-Jones was real so was Kowalski, but nothing else was.’ ‘No drugs deal?’ ‘No that was false as well.’ ‘What was I doing there then?’ ‘Look Jim some things I can tell you, but a lot I can’t, let me just tell you that Carole-Anne and yourself have been tested and have passed all the assignments.’ ‘What, it was a test?’ ‘Partly, look Jim, we needed to out this suspect so created a story about a major US and UK drugs deal. We knew our suspect had arranged for Carol-Anne to be followed in the US, which also included you.’ ‘Why Carol-Anne, she’s not into drugs or is she?’ ‘No Jim, Barney created the illusion that Carol-Anne was going to Miami with her boyfriend, but was suspected of using this as a cover to meet the drug suspects.’ ‘What! I was with a suspected drug trafficker?’ ‘No Jim, you weren’t, that was the illusion created.’ ‘She was with me all the time.’ ‘Was she?’ ‘Well most of the time except when she had her hair done.’ ‘Think about it Jim, she was out of your sight and you had no idea what she was doing, we had to do it that way, to allow the illusion to grow. She will be approached soon we are sure by a rogue CIA agent who will try and turn her, then Barney will strike, so I want you to have no communication with her until this is over okay?’ Jim nodded, as his head raced from place to place.
Jim was even more confused with the enlightenment he had just been told. ‘Look Yvonne I’m still confused over this, were the Columbians real?’ ‘Yes they were Columbians, but in reality DEA undercover agents recruited by Barney to play the role as an exercise, they were not told why, just that they had to pretend to be part of a cartel for a couple of days.’
‘Look Jim, you had a nice time in the states paid for by the service so don’t knock it.’ ‘Yes mam, I did, but this way of working is so alien to me. I am used to knowing the whole nine yards when I go on a job.’ ‘Well get used to it Jim, as this won’t be the last time you’re used either. Also Barney has nothing but praise for the way that you and Carole-Anne worked together, so there could be more work in the states for you as well.’ ‘What if I was to be seconded to the states to work alongside Carole-Anne?’ ‘In your dreams Broadbent; no, I need you here, for many reasons.’
Jim sat thinking, what the fuck was going on; his deep frown and deep breathing was loud as he blew out a gust of air through pursed lips with swollen cheeks acting like bellows which said it all, he didn’t have a clue what was going on.
Then something hit him, as he thought about the question he had asked Barney about Kowalski knowing the identity of Carole-Anne and the dangers of her being recognised by him. It made sense now, that’s why Barney wasn’t concerned, it was all acting to expose the mole that side of the pond. He was just a pawn on a big chess board with Barney and Yvonne working through the many moves ahead, but being kept in the dark.
‘Okay Jim let me summarise for you. We suspected a senior MI5 official; we suspected he had been compromised and was trying to turn some of our other agents. Honey traps and wrong doings were his tools for getting other agents to feed him information or be exposed. We used Smyth-Jones as a Trojan horse so to speak, as we set the trap. One of our inside men let slip to the suspect about his suspicions of Smyth-Jones being involved in the planned drugs deal. The suspect then set the wheels in motion as we began to monitor his phone calls and emails; it soon became clear he was in deed our suspect, as soon as Smyth-Jones returned to the UK from Miami; he was approached by the suspect in an attempt to blackmail him, this confirmed our suspicions. That’s when we undertook to spring the trap.’ ‘Fucking hell Yvonne, you could have told me?’ ‘No Jim I couldn’t, we needed your reactions to be untainted so you reacted naturally without hesitation.’
‘Now Jim let me have a shower then we can have something to eat.’ ‘I have a better idea, let me eat you first; then we can shower and have dinner after?’ Yvonne felt the warmth inside her begin to moisten at the anticipation. She smiled and nodded saying ‘you’re on; I have been waiting for this.’ They entered the lift as Jim pushed Yvonne up against the side and kissed her deeply.
The lift floor indicator pinged at the correct level; they exited and went to Yvonne’s room, as soon as they entered the passion overflowed as they undressed each other kissing with deep desire, Yvonne was on the point of boiling over, her breath was short as the anticipation was bursting, the steam was rising as she felt the desire about to explode inside her. Jim spun her round as he wrapped his arms around her from behind as he cupped her breasts, he kissed her neck. Yvonne’s breath was short and heavy as Jim’s breath reached the inner depths of her ear sending waves of deep desire rushing down her spine, which was heightened by his hands roving down over her stomach and between her legs. Her boiling point was already there, as soon as he touched her outer vagina lips she orgasmed as she let go; as he inserted his finger she went berserk. Jim pushed her back on the bed and took her foot as he kissed and licked her toes. Her facial expression and breathing told him she was having another orgasm. He worked his tongue slowly up her leg to her inner thigh; this caused her to arch her back anticipating him entering her. Her eyes were tightly closed as she saw flashing lights in her mind’s eye as he probed her depths with his tongue.
The night was full of passion as they satisfied there sexual desires to the maximum. They held each other as they rested panting from the exertion. Dinner was now the last thing on their minds as they fell asleep in each-other’s arms not letting go until they awoke in the morning. Yvonne lent on one arm as she looked at Jim as he slept, she felt for the time-being complete; well and truly satisfied. Then Jim began to stir; as he opened his eyes he saw Yvonne staring at him. It took him a moment to focus; then said ‘what?’ ‘Just admiring my lover, never to be openly admitted, but yes my true lover, it feels good to have this relationship, no strings, just unadulterated sex.’ Jim looked at her, this was the first time she had really spoken this way. ‘The feeling is entirely mutual mam.’ Yvonne laughed, as she stretched, she yawned as she said ‘oh Jim this feels so good, just to be able to relax and not worry about saying the wrong thing, you don’t know what it’s like having to watch the p’s and q’s when I’m with people outside of the know.’ ‘I do to a certain extent, but nowhere near your secret knowledge. You must have an encyclopaedia in your brain of operations and agents in the field?’ Yvonne smiled as she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. They were both starving so showered then went for a full English breakfast in the restaurant. Afterwards they sat in the lounge drinking coffee, as Yvonne made a couple of calls. When finished she said ‘you will be getting a call from Barney soon there is another issue that he wants you to help with in Lisbon. I think he’ll be meeting you there.’ ‘What, when?’ ‘There you go again, wanting to know it all, how you say, the whole nine yards; I can’t tell you. Barney will enligh
ten you when you speak to him and before you ask, I don’t know when either.’ Jim cocked his head to one side raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner. Yvonne just smiled as she shook her head then said ‘look Jim, I have to go my driver is on the way, so thank you once again for your attention to detail. I am as always, very impressed.’ They went and packed when finished he returned to Yvonne’s room but, she had already checked out.
He sat in the lounge and called Jackie informing her he was okay and would be leaving soon although, he had to brief Langton before coming home. Jackie informed him she would most likely be home later as she was tied up in anther abuse case.
He checked out smiling at Kirsty ‘everything okay with the room Mr Broadbent?’ ‘Fine thanks.’ He handed over his credit card as she processed the bill; he punched in his pin number. She handed the bill and his credit card to him as he kissed the back of her hand again, then said goodbye. ‘Please stay with us again?’ ‘Be back soon, and thank you.’
Jim arrived at HQ not really knowing how he got there; his head was in a blur, what does Barney want in Portugal? What was Miami all about? Jim was also feeling exhausted from the night with Yvonne, so before going to see Langton he went to the toilets and swilled cold water over his face. Langton’s door was closed so he sat at his desk going through his paper work, Langton’s door opened as he saw his secretary Sandy leave; she smiled at Jim as she put her hands through her hair for his benefit as she walked to her office with a slight hip sway.