Consequences Unforeseen

Hong Kong - June 15th 1991 - 11am - Robin's Nest

 

Hong Kong June 15th 1991, 11am – Robin’s Nest

 Bill Douglas slipped back out of his reverie to see Brookhall’s back as he strutted out of the restaurant. Not a single glance back. It felt like a door closing to Douglas, and perhaps in some ways it was.

Eleven million buckeroos in the bank, two protection ladies for his Kris, and admission, no, permission even,  from the top field guy in the CI of A that he was green to go and do what he did best - Kill enemies of the interests of the US and UK and save the lives of those they wished to protect.

 He sat with that satisfying thought in his head, waved for the waiter and ordered a bloody Mary, extra spicy. “Why the Hell not?” mouthed his Uncle John. “Ye’ve a while to kill afore the plane back to Tokyo, an’ I fancy another look at that Robin girlie,” he continued. “Even though yer no interested.” And he laughed in Bill’s mind.

 “Jesus you lecherous old bastard. Yer dead a’ these years and ye still letch like a teenager.”

Still, Bill new the old guy was right. He should indeed spend some more time with Robin and hear the rest of her thinking, and also satisfy himself that what she had up her sleeves was fit for the upcoming tasks in Japan.

He had the feeling that there was a lot more to the girl and he was keen at a deep level to bond with her. Kris and her safety was now paramount in his mind. He needed to be able to focus totally on the Crimea without niggling uncertainty in his mind.

“Robin must have been reading my mind,” he thought because as he took a sip of the mouth burning bloody Mary, Robin strode through the door and made her way through the tables ignoring the eyes and comments of the men she so elegantly disturbed as she passed.

It was no wonder she attracted attention. Her jumpsuit left little to the imagination as she walked. It was skin tight and sheer. No telltale underwear lines spoiled the illusion.

The waiter got to the table before her so focused was he on ensuring that he got to pull a chair out for her. It seemed to Douglas that the little guy was begging him not to rise and do the service.

Douglas had no intention of rising whatsoever, but he enjoyed the spectacle none the less.

Robin smiled at the waiter and gave him the full benefit of her widest eyed look and a reward of a glimpse of cleavage, just enough to have the man stutter as he asked for her order.

“I’ll have the same as him please,” she asked, and glanced over at Bill with a raised eyebrow. “That’s a virgin, like me Bill,” she asked him. “We’re working now, so no more of the hard stuff for you.” This said with a tilt of the head and impishly cheeky smile.

This hit him like a blow to the gut, and he was once again smacked with déjà vu. It was all he could do not to reach for the untouched water and throw it all over her.

Instead he just chuckled and said “You look after yourself and Kris – An’ let me look after all of us!”

That got a smile from her and a playful retort, “Consider it done. Between me and Susan we’ll have Kris locked up tighter than bug in a rug. She paused before continuing to take a quick sip at the newly arrived beverage. “So Brookhall told you the arrangements then?” She asked rhetorically. “He was looking forward to dropping the Susan name on you for some reason. I don’t think he likes you very much you know. What’s the Susan story… although after watching you last night, I think I can guess!”