Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance by BWWM Club, Aaron Steel Page B

the
connection and tossed the phone out the window.
    “What did you
hear?” Monique asked him.
    “We have big
problems,” he told her. “We can’t even meet with
the station manager this morning at the museum. She wants me to meet
her at the first plane out to America. I pray to God she’s got
new identities ready for the both of us. Because that is the only way
we are going to get out of here alive.”
    Rick drove the car to
the airport and waited. While he sat in the car he used his smart
phone to check on the flight schedules of all planes flying direct to
America. This would be the method the station director would use to
get them out. Thank God he’d brought the super drive along as a
bargaining chip. It was the only thing they had on them which made
the agency risk taking them out as diplomatic employees. Right now
the SVR would be checking traffic cameras and eye-witnesses for a car
and passengers matching their descriptions. Ordinarily this would
have been a herculean task, but Monique’s prescience made it a
lot easier for them. At least it wasn’t as bad as the time he
had to get out of Northern China in a town where the sighting of a
foreigner could stop traffic.
    Rick watched the
other cars in the lot carefully. He didn’t know what the SVR
tended to use, but he was betting something plain that would not draw
too much attention. He parked his car in the end of a long row of
vehicles for travelers who were headed overseas. The international
section of the lot was huge and took up most of the available parking
spaces. He looked at the clock on the dashboard again. They had
another half hour.
    Monique was scared,
but relieved they were almost to the end of their ordeal. All she
wanted to do was get out of the city and be home safe. The people who
employed Rick would want to talk to them. She expected to be
debriefed to some extent, but prayed they would get it over and done
with. What could she tell them? It all started with walking into a
bomb explosion and got steadily worse.
    Pulkovo International
Airport had seen many years. It was originally built in 1932 but had
taken a constant barrage from German artillery during the Second
World War when the Nazi guns had pounded it from the near-by hills.
Rebuilt many times over it resembled a modern European airport with
shuttle service and long-term parking. They were sitting in the
long-term lot waiting for the moment to go into the airport and meet
the station manager.
    “You really
mean to buy me a big diamond engagement ring?” Monique told
Rick as she put her head on his chest. It was getting very cold in
the car and her jacket wasn’t doing a lot to keep her warm.
    “I meant what I
said,” he told her. “We just have to get through this
mess.”
    When he noticed the
time was right, Rick opened the car door and looked around. No
suspicious looking men in the lot. Perhaps the old license plate
switch had worked after all. He helped Monique out and they made
their way to the nearest shuttle station. The shuttle bus arrived
early and the sullen driver yawned as he opened the door and called
out the destinations in several different languages. “Just got
two of them,” Monique heard him radio to the terminal as he
closed the door and moved on toward their destination. The shuttle
made a few more stops, but only picked up a single man this early in
the morning. It rumbled up to the terminal a half hour after picking
them up. Monique and Rick stepped out to the clean sidewalk in front
of the doors with the other passenger as the shuttle rolled off for
its next round.
    They walked inside
the vast terminal hall and pretended to look at the departure and
arrival schedules reflected on the wall above them. The place was
vast, like so many construction projects built during the Soviet era.
But now all kinds of western companies had little stakes all over the
terminal and a bored traveler could find something familiar anywhere
inside the terminal to remind him