The Sexual Assistant

Chapter 7

The team of intelligence analysts was pouring over a stack of reports from several nations.

"What do we have?" asked the team leader.

A young woman responded, "The security for the team is a man with the nickname of 'al-jabal,' which means 'the mountain.' He is a huge man with a history of violence."

"Who is he protecting?" inquired the leader.

This time an older man with a mid-Eastern accent answered. "He has been associated with a man called 'al-nahr.' Roughly translated as 'the river' because clever ideas flow from his brain. We suspect him of planning many attacks on Americans, Russian, and Saudis."

"Does he have a formal name?" asked the team leader.

"No one is sure of his actual name."

"Where is he now?"

A younger man responded, "We were able to trace him to a flight to Chad. Then we believe he took a private plane to Yemen."

"Where in Yemen?" asked the team leader.

After an awkward pause, the young woman admitted, "We don't know."

"Find him," commanded the team leader.

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It was two in the morning in the Soho district of London. Harris and Buffy had located a pub that served curry and a quiet corner where they could talk. The Lord of the Flies pub was situated on a back street away from the trendy crowds. Harris sat with his usual glass of whiskey, eating shrimp and apple curry. Buffy was downing a beer and consuming a vegetarian curry. The two weeks in London were coming to a close. They wanted to compare notes.

"Well," Harris began, "tonight we had six momma boys, a spanking fetish, a guy that just wanted to talk, and a pastor feeling up Jade for two hours."

Buffy had her summary. "Five mouth parties, two hand jobs, and one round of talking dirty. For working in a brothel, Jade could still be considered a virgin."

"Yeah, guys are great," observed Harris.

"Pigs is more like it," countered Buffy.

"At least we know Jade works as designed. Only a handful of secret information was revealed by the targeted government workers. I guess we can write this one up and go home."

Buffy was now staring at her cell phone. She had a severe look. Buffy tapped out a reply and looked back to Harris.

"Something has come up," she said flatly.

"What?" asked Harris.

"Jade is going on a trip."

"That's nice," responded Harris.

"Not just her. All three of us" informed Buffy.

"Why? She's ready to live on her own."

"DIA wants us to monitor her systems."

"Can't they do it?" pleaded Harris.

"Yes, they can," said Buffy. "I wonder what is going on that is so important they want us all to participate."

Harris downed the rest of his whiskey, cursed, and then slumped in his chair.

Another text came to Buffy's phone. She read it and smiled.

"You get to call me Colonel Buffy from now on," she reported. "It's official, I am reactivated and promoted for this mission."

"Crap," was all that Harris said.