Tel Aviv
Lat = 32 degrees, 2.7 minutes North
Long = 34 degrees, 46.2 minutes East
Max was sitting at the table in the Hotel restaurant when he observed Maria walking over to him.
She was wearing a figure hugging knee length black dress that showed off the contours of her body. Maria carried a small matching clutch bag, which was slung over her left shoulder.
“I approve,” Max, commented as he eyes took in the beauty before him, “are you still drinking dry martini.”
“Yes,” replied Maria.
Max beckoned a waiter over. “A dry martini with lemonade for the lady and I’ll have a Jack Daniel’s and coke, with plenty of ice.”
During their meal they caught up on the last eighteen months, Maria had been promoted within her department, and was now in overall charge, of intelligence gathering and collating.
“Max, I believe I have some information that may help you!”
“Anything you have will help,” Max replied.
“Well, we have been unable to trace Shakira at this moment in time, however the following day after Mustapha was killed, a private plane left South Yemen destination Kuwait, a man named Ali Hussein was on board, and at Kuwait he boarded a commercial flight to Saddam International airport in Iraq; Hussein is known to be a close part of Shakira’s team, our intelligence informs us that he is putting a team of mercenaries together, and he is flying out to Jalalabad tomorrow.”
“Interesting,” Max remarked, “If I can collar Hussein and apply the right pressure, he should be able to put me in the direction of Shakira.”
Maria opened her bag and handed an envelope over to Max, he opened it; there was a photo of a man staring at him.
“A photo of Hussein taken at Kuwait airport,” Maria said.
“How can I ever repay you,” Max replied.
“I always thought it customary, that after an excellent meal a gentleman invited the lady back to his place for an aperitif.”
As Max closed the door to his room, Maria fell on him forcing her lips against his; he responded and felt his man hood stirring.
She looked up lovingly into his eyes. “Oh Max I have missed you make love to me.”
She smelled of an exotic fragrance that he could not identify but was intensely stimulating, he found the zip to her dress and expertly unzipped it and then removed the shoulder straps letting her dress slide over her body to the floor. She was only wearing a pair of the briefest pants, he knelt down and removed them; taking in the soft velvet of her pubic hair; he stood up and her arms fell around his neck and he carried her to the bed.
She lay back and her dark eyes locked onto his, and opened her legs at the same time bending her kness, fully exposing her sex.
Max removed his cloths and walked over to the bed and lowered himself onto her and ran his tongue over her erect nipples stimulating them. She moaned and her loins thrust up at him and she dug her nails into his back; her breath was ragged with passion.
She reached down for his penis and guided it into her and he began to thrust again and again, she met his thrusts their bodies moving together in unison; their eyes were locked on each other, they came and were one and within her she felt his semen flooding into her.
When Max woke up it was daylight, the clock showed nine o’clock in the morning, on the side board was a note on the hotel paper, it read, hope you get you man and don’t stay away so long next time, Love Maria.
Max picked up the phone.
A female voice spoke “Yes Mr. Storm how can I help you.”
“Please connect me to the airport,” said Max.
He was informed that there was a scheduled flight leaving from Tel Aviv to Kuwait at twelve-noon, with a connecting flight onwards to Bahrain international airport and then continuing onwards to its final destination Muscat in the Oman.
Max made the reservation.
It was eight fifteen in the morning back in Whitehall,” Strayker was sitting in his office, when the phone rang, Strayker here.
“Hi uncle it’s Max.”
“Hello Max; how are you doing with solving our puzzle?”
Max new it would be unwise to talk openly from a hotel phone. “I am going onto Oman and should be there about four o’clock this afternoon local time. I will need some onward transportation from our airfreight division to access my next destination Afghanistan; can you arrange this for me?”
“No problem Max; when you land I will have someone meet you; also I will be going up to Cannock Chase Staffordshire tomorrow to pay a surprise visit on some of the lads conducting some games.”
Well I hope you get a buzz from it and don’t forget to be careful sir.”
“Max; if anyone wants to tangle with me and our lads then I say bring it on, good luck with your new line of enquiry.”
Strayker replaced the phone and immediately made another call on his secure line to RAF Northolt.
“Wing Commander Shaw here,”
Good morning Peter, its Strayker.”
“Top of the morning to you old boy, need some transport urgently!”
Strayker had built up a good working relationship with Shaw and he had always come through for him.
“You read my mind,” Strayker replied, “I need transport for one of my men, he will be at Muscat in the Oman about four o’clock local time, his destination is Afghanistan, he will need equipment and clothing for the area as he will be parachuting in.
“Right,” Shaw replied, hold the line for a few moments; I will need to speak to the operations room.”
Strayker was put on hold, less than a minute later Shaw was back on, “good news, we have a Hercules C-130 tactical support aircraft at the Turkish base of Ankara, it will be in the air in fifty minutes, it should touch down just as you man is arriving, how’s that for service?”
“You’re a hero Peter, one more favor, we may need in flight refueling, can this be arranged?”
“No problem old boy, I will instruct the pilot to give us his fuel status one hour before he lands, and have a tanker airborne waiting in the area for when he takes off, anything else I can do?”
“No thank you Peter, I’ll catch you soon and it will be my treat.”
Strayker hung up the phone and quickly dialed another number.