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

another
when doing so could compromise the assignment or put your life at
risk. Too many agents in the field had fallen for some local talent
and got themselves killed. It wasn’t worth the risk, dammit!

Chapter 5
    The car turned again
as Rick took an indirect route to where they had to go. No one seemed
to be following them, but he knew that wouldn’t last long. The
SVR was on to him and all they had to do was tighten the noose. He
wanted to go to the Moscow Station and take a train out of the city,
but right now they had to find a place to cool off before the SVR
started to close in. It wouldn’t take long. If nothing else,
Russia knew how to run surveillance the right way.
    “The Moscow
station is the best way out of here,” he told her. “It
hooks up with all Siberian and northern rail lines. All I need to do
is find a way to get to it and we’ll be heading to the West.
But I can’t go there just now. They’ll be looking for us
and we need to find a place to chill for a few hours. I know just the
place.” He turned the car again, trying to avoid all the
traffic cameras lining the main streets.
    Rick had already
disabled the car’s own external cameras and tracker. It was a
feature of the country that all the insurance companies required cars
in Russia to have tracking equipment and exterior cameras. Sometimes
it could be helpful, such as a recent meteorite crash which was
recorded everywhere in Siberia by dash cameras. But the ultimate
reason for the cameras was to show who was at fault in a collision or
how fast they were traveling. Needless to say, the SVR had plenty of
ways to hack into the cameras and tracking devices when they had the
reason.
    Rick’s
destination was the Hermitage Museum near the Neva River. The museum
had originally been constructed by Katherine the Great to house her
growing collection of art. It was part of a complex of buildings
attached to the Tsarist Winter Palace and was open to tourists.
Because of the immense size of the building, it was very easy to
spend days touring it. The museums had survived the German air
strikes of WWII and were among the most favorite attractions of
foreign visitors to the city. In other words, it was the perfect
place to get lost inside.
    Rick pulled the car
into the parking space for the museum and turned off the engine. He
checked the parking lot and noticed plenty of cars in it. More than
enough to hide his rental car. The police and SVR had only so many
men working his detail and it would take them a long time to check
the registration on every car in this lot. In a few hours they would
start to become bored when no new sightings had been reported.
Besides, they would be occupied by his recent visit to the warehouse
and what had transpired there.
    “The important
thing is that we have the super drive,” he told Monique. “With
it we still have something to use to bargain our way out of this
country. I wish I had the opportunity to put you in the Muslim
clothes, but those disguises aren’t reachable until we reach
the station and I find my locker. In the meantime we’re going
to have to pretend to be another mixed race couple visiting the
museum.”
    A shadow swept across
the car and Rick grabbed Monique, pulling her under him and clamping
his mouth to hers. Monique knew pleasure and fear at the same time.
She felt his lips on hers and as he grabbed her shoulders and began
to kiss her like a lover who had been absent too long. She felt weak
inside as his lips moved over her face. For a few seconds Monique was
back in her college room with her last boyfriend wanting him deep
inside. She felt hot between the legs and pushed his hand between
them. Rick responded by moving his fingers under her panties. She
gasped, not caring who was watching. And then the shadow moved away.
She didn’t want him to stop but he did. She felt his hand slide
away.
    “He’s
gone,” Rick told her. “The parking lot guard is gone. He
was looking at us too carefully,