Roleplay Group : The Death Club
A New Cold War
The Men in Black
Writer : CharlotteCarrendar
In the basement car park of a ritzy Prague hotel, a black BMW pulls up into a space and the lights are turned off, the engine turned off, as the driver waits patiently for the meeting. Ira drums his leather clad fingers on the steering wheel, every so often checking the time on his dash board. 9.09pm. thankfully, no one else is on that floor, and he does a quick check, glancing around, just to be sure. A quick thump with his hand against the steering wheel out of frustration, and then his interest is piqued, by the vision of a car’s headlights flooding the ramp that leads to the lower level car park. Checking his cell phone briefly, he quickly swears in Hebrew, then opens his car door, alighting from the vehicle. Ira stands with one hand on the door, and then slams it shut, on seeing the oncoming car stop. The car is wet from the rain that had been falling heavily outside in the streets of Prague. The windscreen wipers stop, and Ira can clearly make out the driver, and the passenger in the back who is wearing a black suit and black hat. The driver gives a nod, and Ira makes his way across to the newly arrived limousine, getting in the back, and coming face to face with his superior, Uri Amar; Code name : Jackal.
The Jackal was wearing a black tuxedo, and dressed for a premiere that evening, with a flower in his button hole. Beside him sat a beautiful woman, who was of Asian appearance, dressed in a traditional gown; a black and white kimono with her hair elegantly swept up, and finished with long metal hair pins, that had small trinkets hanging from them. She regarded Ira with a discerning eye, and then tilted her head towards Uri, who had his heavily ringed fingers interlocked. It was almost like he was waiting for Ira to speak, and Ira reached up and tugged at his collar nervously. Being around the Jackal, always unnerved him, even after the years of training and service to both him and the Israeli government. The young woman lent closer to Uri and spoke softly in Japanese, causing Uri to burst out laughing.
“Ahahaha. She likes you, and would love to eat sushi off your naked body.” – Uri said, with a malicious grin. He reached for the young woman’s hand and patted it. “Maybe later, but now, we must all talk about Viper. As you know, Ira, she was supposed to be in London by now, working on the Brennan case. You can understand my feelings on this, Ira. YOU…were supposed to make sure she finished up her business here.”- Uri brought the young girl’s hand up to his lips to kiss, all the while keeping a sharp eye on Ira for his reaction. Naturally, Ira was growing uncomfortable with his Superior’s behaviour, and this young woman with him, looked to be “on the books” Uri noted the facial expressions that Ira displayed, and then he released the young woman’s hand, and offered an introduction. “Ah…where are my manners. Ira, meet my Japanese operative, Lotus.”- You could hear the way that Uri said her name, as it rolled off his tongue, that he was also quite taken with her. A beauty, that matched her code name, but was she another one of his creations, like Ayalah before her. It had seemed that Uri loved to be in the company of such women, but also, he trained them, and that was what he was best known for in the circles of the underground intelligence agencies. Lotus nodded politely, and you could hear the gentle chime of her hair pins.
With pleasantries over, Uri clapped his hands together. His face suddenly becoming clouded; as though he was about to erupt. Gone was the false face of the Joker, and replaced with a menacing look, of a man clearly displeased with the situation. Uri inhaled deeply through his nostrils, and then exhaled as he spoke.
“I do not invest so much worth into one of my agents, to have her go MISSING, Ira. YOU were supposed to make sure she got on her flight. Time is of the essence. NOW, tell me about this Russian bastard who thinks he can take my Viper…eh?!” His voice boomed loudly, and the young woman beside him, pulled out her fan, snapping it open and waving it fiercely. Both waiting for Ira’s response. Ira removed his data pad from his coat, and tapped in a few digits, then slid his finger across, bringing up the images of Yuri, the man at the centre of the operation.
“As you know, Viper was hired to track down a woman that had left his employ, a straight forward job, by our standards. Payment was organised, the sting operation on the gym was a success and then the intelligence files were obtained, and we were able to get everything on the people employed by the Death Club, including the mark. That was supposed to be the end of it, but then she got asked to see the final show, at the Death Club, by some thug, named Vlad. From the words of one of the surviving bar staff, an Australian, it turns out the creeps decided to take Ayalah as well, as the mark. We were double crossed.” Uri brought his hands together, palms flat, with both index fingers pointing up as he listened. “Go on.” Uri said with a voice of authority, as Lotus kept looking between the men. “From what Ayalah has told me, this Yuri, was into human trafficking, extortion, drugs, the black market…you name it. BUT he had an eye for the beautiful women, and it looks like, he found a reason to want to keep Ayalah.” Uri rocked back and forth a bit, tapping his fingers together, still listening. Ira pursed his lips tight, angry at himself for not going with her to the final night of the Death Club. “Last thing Viper said was trust me, I be fine.” The Israeli agent brought his hand up to the top of his head, and racked it through his hair, before shaking his head. “I have done my own investigation into this…Yuri. Quite simply he is a dog. His treatment of women, and the services he offers to those willing to pay.” That was enough for the Jackal, and he hummed under his breath, before turning to look at Lotus, taking both her hands, fan included and squeezing them tight.
“My dear, our date tonight is cancelled. You are to join Ira, and go to Russia. If it is beautiful women, that attract him from his kennel, then…we shall parade the most beautiful woman in Asia, for his….pleasure.” Lotus seemed to freeze, as Uri held her hands, and arched a shapely brow. Uri brought both her hands up to his lips and kissed them. “As much as you mean to me, I prize my Viper highly….SO..get out of the car.” The driver was heard to chuckle, while the Asian beauty glared at the front of the car, then opened the car door in a hurry and got out, muttering something in Japanese. Once she was out, Uri took out an envelope, and passed it to Ira. “Everything you will need is inside, to get you into the country. False passports, and of course, you will be working under the Israeli Aerospace Industries, as a Professor, since they have secured a contract with the Russian government to make of all things…drones. Once in the capital, you are to make contact with our Russian intelligence agency operative, his name and contact details are in the envelope, along with sufficient cards to get you enough cash as you need it.” He then lent forward, and urged Ira closer. “A word of warning; about the Lotus. Do not underestimate her. Ever. I am entrusting you with a delicate flower, when the time comes, let her do her job. This is what she is trained for.” Ira stuffed the envelope into his coat pocket and was about to get out of the car, to join Lotus, when Uri seized his arm, gripping it with such force, you would swear the old man still had a lot of power left in him. “If you do not bring back my Viper…..do not come back.” Uri released his grip and slapped his arm heartily, like it was a joke, flashing that menacing smile. Ira didn’t waste another second, getting out of the limo and standing beside the stunning Lotus, as the Limousine as it pulled away and then drove out of the car park, tyres squealing.
Ira could feel the burning glare of Lotus, without even having to look at her. She would obviously be surely pissed that she missed out on her evening with Uri, to have to go on assignment with the hapless looking Ira. Trying to make light of the situation, he asked.
“Fancy some Chinese?” The look he did get when he turned to face her was one of pure death. She snapped her fan closed and raised her head. “Take me to my apartment, so that I may get packed for the trip. …. NOW!” Ira jogged to his car, and quickly opened the door for her, as she shuffled over in her getas, and got inside, cursing in Japanese. As he slammed the door, he had to wonder, who had the worse temper, Ayalah, or the Lotus. One thing was for certain, this was not going to be a smooth operation, by any standards. The Israelis were now moving their pawns, in this international game of chess. Question was which Queen would be rescued, and which one would fall? <3>
