A/N: There is a shortage of notes as I have not much time to get this chapter posted. Many thanks to those that have reviewed. Remember write a review receive a reply.

Bubba

Odessa Ukraine, Bina and Sergei stood outside of Anatoly Dvoryanska apartment building on Kuznechnaya Street. Counting the windows of the long two story brick structure, he had found the window that he had been looking for. The light in the window was on. Leaning over to Bina, he whispered. "He is at home. We will go up and you will let me do all the talking."

Shaking her head, "Fine, you have got all the guns. You might as well have all the fun."

Frowning Sergei defended his order, "Anatoly will talk to me, he knows me."

"So he is a friend then?" Bina asked as they made their way across Kuznechnaya Street.

Climbing the steps to the building's entrance, Sergei shook his head, "No"

As they stepped through the entrance, they walked cautiously down the hallway. Sergei looking at the doors as he passed by the other units, he could hear televisions in some apartments and domestic disputes in others. Reaching their target destination Sergei looked up one side of the hall and then the other to make sure there was no one watching them.

Listening carefully he could hear the sounds of physical love coming from inside the apartment. He stepped back and looked at Bina. Then it came to him, the man behind the door was watching pornography. Leaning over to Bina he whispered, "Anatoly loves pornography."

Bina giggled, "Is there anyone who does not?"

Sergei knocked on the door. There was no immediate answer but the volume on the television was turned down. After a few more seconds Sergei knocked again. A voice called out from behind the door, "Go away."

Looking at Bina he grinned, "Delivery…"

"I'm not expecting anything, who is it from?"

Growling under his breath, Sergei was beginning to lose patience. "Come on Anatoly put your dick in your pants and open the door." "The Delivery is from Mr. Vasliv."

Whispering Bina said, "He is not buying this."

Nodding his head in agreement, Sergei leaned back to kick in the door. The sound of a deadbolt lock being turned stopped him from following through with the kick. The door opened a crack, to reveal a man looking out from behind a security chain. There was a loud gasp, from the man. He tried to close the door, but before he could, Sergei had forced his way past the door and into the apartment.

Grabbing the short balding man forcefully by the throat, Sergei leaned in menacingly, "Hello Anatoly, remember me?"

In a horse whisper, Anatoly Dvoryanska confirmed he remembered the big man. "Sergei, old friend…It is so…nice to see you."

Not interested in pleasantries, Sergei got right down to business. "I need guns."

"Sergei, I have not…uckkkk…" Anatoly couldn't finish as Sergei tightened the grasp on the man's neck.

"I need guns, now." Sergei said quietly.

"I have a few here." The short, tubby gun runner told him.

"Get them, now…"

Anatoly messaged his throat after Sergei released his grip, "Sergei, it has been long time, no?"

"Not long enough." Sergei said suspiciously as he followed the man further into his small one bedroom apartment.

Bina stepped inside, spotted the television she made her way over to the couch. Smiling as she saw that Anatoly merely muted the sound on the movie he was watching. There were two breast augmented blonde women engaged in lesbian sex in a tropical location. Bina seated herself in front of television to watch the show.

She mumbled to herself, as she no longer was paying attention to the two men in the room. "Ah, lesbians…"

Anatoly smiled at the petite brunette with Sergei, "Who is the lady?"

"A prostitute, now show me the guns." Sergei growled.

Continuing to look at the Bina and the lesbians show, Anatoly made his way into the kitchen. "I have not dealt in guns in a very long time."

Anatoly went to a cabinet and reached to open it. Sergei quickly pulled a Berretta from his hip and jammed the barrel into the back of his neck. He now spoke quietly, yet firmly. "Slowly"

Protesting feebly Anatoly did as he was told, "It is a key, only a key. I have what guns I have locked in the closet in my bedroom."

Watching the man carefully as he reached into the cabinet, he could see the key in plain view. Anatoly was reaching behind the key. Acting quickly Sergei reached around the man's neck with his right arm. Placing his left hand against the side of the man's head, he wrenched violently to the left. Hearing the snap of the neck, Sergei drug the body back into the living room. Dropping the body onto the couch next to Bina, he said, "Someone to keep you company."

Bina jumped off the couch after she saw the body of Anatoly seated next to her with his sightless eyes open and its head resting at an impossible angle, "Did you get the guns?"

Sergei shook his head, "No, I thought it would go faster with him out of the way."

Turning her attention back to the lesbians, Bina sat back down on the couch. "You find guard, I shall stand gun."

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Sergei left the living room muttering to himself, "Crazy woman…"

Returning to the cabinet in the kitchen, he could see what Anatoly had been reaching for. A small semi automatic pistol, taking the gun out for inspection he looked it over. It was a Walther PPK in .380 ACP. Shaking his head in disgust at the small size of bullet the gun fired. "All this gun would have done is to have made me angry."

Glancing into the living room, he called out to Bina. "I have a gun for you."

"Good"

She was not to be distracted from the porn movie she was watching. Letting out a deep breath, Sergei muttered, "Crazy woman…"

Reaching into the cabinet, he took the key. He made his way into the bedroom. It was messy, the bed was unmade, a nice selection of porn magazines was stacked neatly on the night stand. He found the closet door, and sure enough it was locked. Anatoly was not lying about this. Looking the door over carefully to see if there were any outward signs of a booby trap he satisfied himself that it appeared harmless.

Inserting the key into the lock, he turned it carefully. There was a click but that sounded normal, he thought. Turning the door knob he carefully inched the door open. There were no booby traps. He let out a breath he was unaware he was holding. Chuckling to himself, he thought. "No why would he have anything booby trapped, he had no idea I was in town."

Grinning he looked over the closet. For a man that wasn't trafficking in guns anymore he sure had a fine looking arsenal of weapons. Grabbing two nylon duffle bags and throwing them onto the bed. It was now time to go shopping.

Two AK 74u assault rifles caught his attention. Picking up the shortened AK's he examined them. The gun featured a 30 round magazine of 7.62 x 39mm ammunition, a collapsible stock and a short barrel that ended just past the hand guard on the front of the rifle. The two little rifles were outfitted with laser optics. Sergei looked them over and grinned appreciatively. "I think I may have just had a tiny orgasm."

Filling the bags with the guns, a few pistols, ammunition for both and a few hand grenades he now felt he had enough firepower to handle most any situation. Looking up he called for Bina to come into the bedroom and let her look through Anatoly's vast porn collection. He had no idea she was so fond of pornography. "Bina, come in here. I have a surprise for you."

The petite brunette entered the bedroom, "Can you not do this by yourself? I am missing the good parts."

Sergei pointed towards the large pile of girlie magazines on the nightstand. "Do you need to stock up for the trip home?"

Bina's eyes lit up, "Ooooooooooooo, nasties..."

He handed her the Walther PPK, "Put this in your handbag."

Her eyes glazed over from happiness, "Your mother was right. You may not be too bright, but you'll make a decent husband."

Rolling his eyes, Sergei said, "Wonderful…"

Bina loaded up the second duffle bag with porn magazines to the point it was heavier than the bag full of guns and explosives. Sergei shook his head as he had to carry the heavy bag. Making their way back into the living room, Bina pointed at Anatoly. "Do you think we should turn out the lights or something?"

Sergei crossed the room and glanced once more at the romping love starved lesbians on the television and shook his head. "No, no, I think this is how he would have wanted it."

Middleton, Colorado, Kim Possible sat on the couch tending to Mike's injured hand. She had made the decision to go back to his house in order to look over the hand. At least that is what she told herself. Actually she had wanted to see where the man lived, in case she might want to come by sometime.

Normally she would have just had Wade find out where he lived, but since no one had seen or heard anything from Wade since the botched rescue attempt, when she was held by the C.I.A. in connection with Ron's rather murderous activities. That option was no longer available to her. She would have to worry about Wade later, she told herself as she treated a very sensitive patient.

"Hold still you big baby…" Kim said playfully as she dabbed anti bacterial ointment onto the cuts on his hands.

Mike was chuckling as he tried to pull his right hand out of the way. "Well it hurts…"

They laughed together as Kim finished treating him. Looking around, she took in small two bedroom home in Lowerton. "This place is…"

Mike nodded his head, knowing what was coming next. "A work in progress, that's why I got such a great deal on it. I'm doing most of the work myself, and if I can't do something…I'll just call in a favor or two from a few buddies of mine."

Kim smiled, "Well I figured that out from all the tools and stuff lying around."

Feeling bad about how the date ended, Mike frowned. "Sorry about how things ended up. I was hoping for a better evening."

Giggling, Kim understood. She on the other hand, had a great time. "Mike, to be truthful…I think that was the best date I've ever been on."

Taking Kim's right hand in his, Mike looked it over for battle damage. Taking the tube of ointment away from her, he smiled. "Really?"

"Oh don't worry about that. It's just a little cut. It probably came from Tina's teeth." Kim said unconcerned by the small gash on her knuckles.

Looking her hand over, he saw many such small scars, "Looks like this wasn't your first little nick."

Laughing Kim rolled her eyes, "I've punched a lot of people over the years."

Nodding his head, he said sadly. "I bet…"

Noticing the change in Mike's mood, Kim was naturally curious. "What?"

Shrugging Mike said, "I guess it's good we had that talk before we went into the club. Otherwise the mess with Tina…"

Kim took his hand and squeezed it. "Mike, you didn't know what was happening back then."

"I was just working so much…I should have seen it coming." He said sadly.

"No more thinking about her, you're with me now." Kim said quietly.

"I am?" Mike asked happily.

Bobbing her head from side to side, Kim rolled her eyes. "Yea, I guess…Unless you think it was a bit weird me punching out your ex-girlfriend."

Chuckling, Mike shook his head, "I was too busy, I must have missed that. Did you get her good?"

"Oh yeaaaaaaa..." Kim said with an evil smile.

Smiling, Mike said, "I've been over her a long time now."

Kim looked around the living room, "Good...so tell me, what are you working on now?"

Pointing to the floor, "Refinishing the hardwood floors, I've finished all the drywall work and I took that wall out over there to make the living room bigger." He said as he pointed towards the kitchen.

"So how old is this house?" Kim asked.

"Ummm...I think it was built in the 1950's. I kind of guessed by the layers of wall paper, I peeled off the walls." Mike said as he pointed to a pile of old wallpaper in the corner.

Blinking Kim frowned, "Wow, this place must have been in pretty rough shape."

Mike agreed, "It was owned by an old man who painted everything battleship grey. He thought it hid the dirt better. He died and I bought it from the family."

"Show me around." Kim said as she stood and held out her hand.

He stood up and took her into the kitchen, "The gas stove is old. The burners light but you have to use a match to light the pilot light in oven. I'll get a new stove one of these days." He walked to the back door and opened it. "Laundry room, if you'll notice the old washer with the rollers to wring out the clothes. There's a clothes line out back. I'm going to up date the electrical out here and put in a 220 outlet for a dryer..."

"Wow, are you going to finish the basement?" Kim asked.

Mike grinned, "Nope, don't have to. This house is built on a slab, no basement."

Tilting her head, Kim asked, "No basement? I thought all houses had basements."

"The new ones do. In Lowerton you can find houses built on slabs, houses with poured concrete basements like in Middleton. Houses with stone basements, houses with basements with dirt floors, it depends on the age of the house." Mike explained as he took her back to the bedrooms.

"Ah, now we see the important rooms." Kim said innocently.

Mike pointed to the bathroom, "The only bathroom in the house. I did this room first because it was small."

Kim nodded her head in approval as she looked at a very modern bathroom. "You did good in here."

"Thanks, I spent a lot of time in here. Notice I kept the old claw foot tub, ran a pipe up the wall for a shower. It's a mix of the old and the new." Mike said proudly.

They moved into a small bedroom. Mike pointed out the strange shape of the closet. "Behind that wall is the hot water heater. There's a door to the utility room outside. I'm going to install a light in the closet. I like a lighted closet."

"Oh yea, a lighted closet would be great. I wish I had a light in mine. My brothers built on a secret room with a palm print secured biometric lock. I mean its great don't get me wrong but my battle suit can hang in the closet with the rest of my clothes. I'd trade it for a light bulb in a second." Kim said as she admired Mike's work.

Mike blinked unsure of how to respond. He decided the best response was not to have one. "Well that's the closet in here. Now we head into the master bedroom."

Opening the door Kim gasped in horror. The walls were painted orange and blue. There was a horse rearing up on its hind legs. The bed was completely decorated to match the room. She turned to look at Mike. He had been perfect until now. Now Kim saw his guilty secret, the secret all men try to hide from their women when they first meet. "You must be a really big Denver Bronco's fan."

Chuckling Mike looked around his room guiltily, "Yea..."

Kim turned to look at the bed, "Well, I've never made love on top of a Denver Bronco comforter before."

Odessa Ukraine, Yori smiled pleasantly, "It is good to see you Load San, now please explain why you are in the Ukraine?"

Wade overcome with happiness told Yori of all that had happened to him and his friends over the last month. He told her of how he had been on the run, and how he met up with Sergei and Bina in Lithuania. How the little group was traveling back to Israel to meet up with Ron.

Yori's eyes brightened at the mention of the Chosen One, "You will be seeing Stoppable San?"

"Yea, if we can get away from these gangsters. You think you guys could help us out?" Wade asked hopefully.

Before Yori could answer, Hirotaka warned her in Japanese. "We must not risk our mission. It is too vital."

Yori looked sad as she turned to face Wade, "I am sorry Load San, we will be unable to aid you in your quest."

Wade's smile left his face, "But Yori we've got these guys following us, and..."

Hirotaka spoke again quickly in Japanese, "Those two men outside have been there a long time. Now I know they do not suspect us but are after Load San and his party."

Yori agreed, "Hai"

"Yori San, would it not be impolite to not invite our friends outside to come inside and rest at the special table?" Hirotaka asked.

A shadow of a smile crossed Yori's lips, "Hai, it would be impolite."

Wade didn't understand what they were talking about but if they wouldn't help with the gangsters, maybe they could help get them out of the country. "Since you can't help with our new problem, can you at least help us find a way out of the country and to Israel?"

Yori walked away very quickly. Hirotaka nodded his head, "That I think we can do, Load San."

Releasing a deep breath, Wade smiled, "Thanks...Thanks a lot."

"You are most welcome Load San."

Wade suddenly had a new thought, "Hey what are you guys doing here?"

Not missing a beat, Hirotaka smiled, "Why serving Japanese Cuisine, of course."

Smiling Wade winked at him, "I gotcha, its secret stuff."

Hirotaka bowed and motioned for Wade to return to his table. "If you please Load San, we must welcome your friends inside."

Grinning happily Wade walked back to his table. It wasn't much but now there appeared to be hope. He glanced outside to see Yori smiling and chatting with the two goons that had been keeping an eye on him. "Oh boy this is gonna be good." He thought happily.

Outside The Black Pearl a gentile, beautiful young waitress approached the two large gangsters standing outside the restaurant. She smiled at the larger of the two a tall blonde headed man. "You like come inside?" She said in very broken English.

The blonde headed man looked at his friend and then back at the young lady, "We can not come inside. We are waiting for a friend."

"Ahhhhhh, lady friends...handsome men like you two must have lots of lady friend...no?" Yori said with a pleasing smile.

"Yes..." The blonde headed man said.

"No..." The other man said at the same time.

Yori tilted her head pretending to not understand what two men were trying to say. "I understand, they special to you...you come inside and wait? Have drink...ladies like a drink too?"

The two men glanced inside. Wade was now sitting at his table with his head buried in the menu again. The men looked to one another, "Yes, we would like to come inside and wait."

Smiling Yori bowed, "Hai"

She escorted the muscular henchmen to a table that was in sight of Wade's but out of sight of the front of restaurant. They sat down at a table next to a wall and ordered a drink from Yori. She walked away, the wall swung quickly. There was now a new table and chairs in place and the two men had vanished. Wade gasped as he could hear the muffled sounds of a struggle, followed by two soft thuds from the gangsters falling to the floor.

Hirotaka strode up confidently to Wade's table, "Load San, your shadows have been dealt with. We will be in touch later."

Wade smiled, "Thanks, you guys don't know how much I appreciate it...Just out of curiosity...what are you guys going to do with those two?"

Hirotaka glanced back towards the kitchen. Wade's friends were going to be placed into weighted sacks and dropped into the black sea. This was something Wade didn't need to know, so Hirotaka decided to have some fun with his young friend. "Load San, there is a reason that you never see a meat delivery to an Asian restaurant."

It took a moment for him to process the information and then he looked to all the uneaten food that was left over at his table. Suddenly he understood what Hirotaka was getting at. Wade gasped, "NO!"

Fighting back a grin, Hirotaka put Wade's mind at ease. "Rest assured Wade, your friends will be treated humanely, tagged and released into their native environment, after we are finished here."

Wade's shoulders slumped, "Oh...I was hoping you guys were going to kill them."

Langley Virginia, seated in her cubical, Rosalyn Cortez pursed through the daily information from satellite imagery, intercepted communications both military and civilian sources, relevant news stories and nexus internet news searches for selected key words that may be relevant to the Mid East situation.

Looking over a fresh military intercept from a Syrian artillery battery it was apparent there was artillery dual near the Golan Heights. The Syrian's shelled settlements near the Sea of Galilee, Israel returned fire. The exchange lasted for only 5 minutes. Dr. Cortez looked over the list of the units involved in the action. "Well this is interesting." She thought as she leafed through the report.

Moving over to her monitor she pulled up the satellite imagery of Southern Lebanon. The United Nations forces were identified with blue markers on the photos the Israeli's in red. The image had looked the same since the brokered cease fire. Israel was supposed to pull its forces from the region and return to Israel proper. This had not taken place as of yet. The only units that had left Lebanon were quickly deployed into the Golan.

Examining more images from inside Israel there appeared to be a subtle movement of new armor divisions heading north. The artillery barrages, the subtle troop redeployments, the force structure remaining unchanged in Southern Lebanon, along with the heightened rhetoric between the two countries leaders was leading Rosalyn Cortez to believe that Israel was preparing to launch a major military operation into Syria. Taking off her glasses she rubbed her eyes, "Damn..."

The stress headache was returning. Another potential Middle Eastern hot spot and she hadn't even checked the latest dispatches from Iran yet. Picking up a red folder marked 'Dispatches Iran/Gulf of Oman' Rosalyn looked through the pages for anything that would send up a red flag. Spotting some movement by the Iranian navy she read the dispatch, "Iran has put the bulk of its navy to sea. Three Russian built Kilo class submarines, the Tareq, the Noor and the Yunes from Bandar Abbas, along with 2 mini subs the Nahang, and the Gadhir, 1 destroyer believed to be the Jarmaran, three frigates the Sabalan, the Sahand, the Albor. Oh and one of the Moudge class frigate. This should be of interest to someone upstairs, not much known on the Moudge class. Let's see two mine layer/sweepers and various support ships. No unusual army or air force activity. This is damn strange behavior. War games perhaps? Flag it and send it through channels for further information."

The phone rang on her desk. Rosalyn picked it up, "Hello"

"Rosalyn, Dan Sparks, operations center. You got a minute?"

"Sure Dan..." Now the wheels in Rosalyn's mind were beginning to turn. There was something going on but she was quite sure what to make of it.

"You see the latest on the Iranian navel activity?"

Rosalyn looked over the dispatch again, "I'm reviewing it now. This dispatch is 6 hours old. What's the latest?"

"Well theBandar Abbas navel base is damn near empty. We have been reading heat signatures with our satellites for the last 2 days, then 10 hours ago the submarine fleet takes to sea like a bat out of hell and four hours later the rest of the fleet charges out like their asses were on fire."

Rosalyn thought about it over for a moment. Could they be making a run on the fleet in the Persian Gulf? If so which one? Looking at her watch it was nearing 9:00 AM Eastern time, "Dan, what's our current force displacement in the Gulf?"

There was a slight pause, "Same as usual, 2 carrier strike groups, Strike Group 7 and Strike Group 5, 2 Virginia class submarines, 12 Los Angeles class submarines and 4 Ohio class submarines. We have lots of assets in theater."

A light flashed on Rosalyn's phone, 'Dan, I've got an incoming call..."

"So do I...Looks like meeting time."

"See you in a bit." Rosalyn said as she switched lines. "Rosalyn Cortez..."

"Rosalyn, Director Sinclair...I'm sure you're aware of the Iranian Navel activity in gulf."

"Yes sir, I just got off the phone with Dan Sparks..."

"We'll meet in 30 minutes, conference room 4D, try to bring as much Intel as you can get."

"I'll get something together, see you in 30." Rosalyn said as she quickly went through the rest of the folder.

The director hung up the phone. Rosalyn frowned and picked up the Israel folder, maybe the Iranians are reacting to something that Tel Aviv is up to. Nothing unusual other than the border skirmish she was reviewing earlier. Turning to her computer, she reviewed her Nexus search for Israel and it produced a hit, three news stories with the word Stoppable highlighted. "I hope this isn't another press release for Bonnie Rockwaller that just happens to contain a reference to her fiancé. I guess it could be worse. They could be married and I could be getting thousands of hits a day."

Opening the file Rosalyn groaned, "18 hits now, Bonnie Rockwaller Fall Makeup tips, Bonnie Rockwaller launches a line of cosmetics, Bonnie Rockwaller escapes death at the Sheraton Towers Hotel..."

The rest of the headlines were revolving around something that occurred at the Sheraton Towers. Rosalyn opened a story from Jerusalem times."Six dead in Sheraton Towers war zone. Prime Minister never in danger, Lt. Ronald Stoppable believed to have killed 4 to 5 gangsters from Russia...Head of security dead, Russian Gangster Leader dead from mysterious circumstances. Oh looks like the murderous Mr. Stoppable is back at it."

Closing the article out, she opened communications intercepts from Israel. Now she found something more official from Tel Aviv Police. Rosalyn smiled as she scanned the report, "Oh my, this is interesting. Katrina Sakarov, age uncertain decapitated by unknown means, no blood, wounds cauterized, elevator car the body was found in receives heavy damage from weapon of unknown origin. Katrina Sakarov attacks Lt. Stoppable with a SWORD...a sword. This is damn strange. The Elevator car was taken to a facility on King Saul Boulevard. Well that's polite way of saying MOSSAD. So Sakarov and Candelle Mann, died from similar weapon, only one thing in common, Ronald Stoppable."

Dr. Cortez scanned the rest of the report quickly, "Let's see who killed, Katrina Sakorov,Mikhail Poshnakhov, Pavel Tschannon, Yuri Stepanovich, Viktor Kastner, Mohamed Asashani, Arab, Security Supervisor…killed with a sword. Uh oh, Mr. Poshnakhov was previously trained by us. Well, that didn't seem to help him any."

Wishing she had stopped by the Starbucks at the main entrance before heading down to the Middle Eastern Section, it was shaping up to be a long day. "A sword, who the hell uses a sword these days? Apart from fundamentalist whack jobs beheading prisoners, no one uses one. And just why the Russian mafia is so interested in Ronald Stoppable?"

Putting Ronald Stoppable aside for a moment she returned to the Iranian problem. Dr. Cortez was impressed with the size of the fleet that Iran was able to launch. With most of their capital tied up in developing an atomic weapon, she didn't believe that the country could afford to launch such a naval task force.

Not finding anything in the latest dispatches, Dr. Rosalyn Cortez placed the folder into a leather satchel and left her desk for the meeting with the Director of the CIA. Walking out of the Middle East Section, she could see there was a buzz around the agency as people raced up and down the hallways.

Opening the door of Conference Room 4D she was momentarily stunned at the amount of people stuffed into the small room. Colonel Jeff Mills spotted her and waved her over to an empty seat. "Dr. Cortez, I saved you a seat."

"Thank you Colonel Mills." Rosalyn said as she took a seat. Looking over to her left she spied Dan Sparks from the Operations Room. "Dan, any more information on the Iranian naval movement?"

A balding man in his late 40's, Dan Sparks was recruited straight out of Duke University. He had been posted in the Operations center since he joined the CIA. He was a career desk jockey. Dan leaned over, "Oh yea, the Virginia has been shadowing the Tareq for the last hour."

Rosalyn nodded her head. "So one of our front line subs has already picked up one of the Iranian kilo's. Any word on what they're up to?"

Dan leaned in closer, "The sub's just running crazy 8's at the mouth between the Persian Gulf and the Gulf of Oman. Weird stuff going on."

Crazy 8's, the term the Navy submariners used to describe Iranian submarines while out on patrol. The subs would get to their desired location and then just run figure 8's before they would race back to port in Bandar Abbas. Rosalyn sighed, "Anything unusual in the maneuver? Have they spotted the Virginia?"

"They haven't spotted the Virginia but they are racing around the mouth of the channel, just off the Dubai coast. They're running it at top speed, around 18 knots." Dan whispered.

A very worried Wellington Sinclair entered the conference room flanked by a small army of staffers. "Good morning people."

A murmur of 'Good Mornings' were muttered from around the room as the Director of the CIA took his seat at the head of the table. Director Wellington took out his reading glasses and put them on. "Forgive me for choosing such a small conference room. I was not expecting things to get out of hand so quickly. Colonel Mills will you give us your report on the latest of our many situations."

Colonel Mills opened a folder in front of him, "Thursday afternoon at 1:30 PM Mountain Time a B52 Bomber loaded with 6 nuclear cruise missiles left Minot Air Force Base in North Dakota and flew to Barksdale Air Force Base in Louisiana. Where it arrived at 5:30 PM Central Time. The B52 sat on a tarmac unguarded for 24 hours before being discovered."

The colonel paused to take a drink of water. He then shuffled his papers and continued on with his briefing. "After the plane was discovered, an inventory of the cruise missiles was taken, there were only 5 onboard. "

Wellington Sinclair frowned, "So as you can see one of our nukes is missing."

Rosalyn Cortez looked to Colonel Mills, "Who ordered the flight?"

"That's just it, Dr. Cortez. There is no record of an order being issued or of a manifest load out. The crew received their orders but there is no authorization anywhere within the chain of command." Colonel Mills stated.

Dan Sparks looked at the Colonel, "The aircrews on the up and up."

Colonel Mills nodded, "They landed the plane and disembarked as ordered. They've come up clean in preliminary questioning by Air Force Intelligence."

Wellington Sinclair looked to another man, "Tom Crowder, you're our Homeland Security liaison. What have you been hearing from the other intelligence services?"

A career diplomat, Thomas Crowder accepted the post of the CIA's Homeland Security representative. Ever since the 9/11 terrorist attack it was decided that all of the various security services would now share information with one another and try to play nice. Sometimes it worked out well and intelligence was shared. More often than not the competing intelligence services would stonewall and jealously protect their precious intelligence from the other agencies.

Tom Crowder took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes, "Well the FBI, BATF, INS, have no information. The FBI is naturally very concerned due to the fact that this is in their jurisdiction. The NSA, refuse to take my calls."

The door to the conference room opened up and a young woman stepped in quickly and handed Director Wellington a piece of paper. She quickly left the room as the Director Sinclair read the dispatch. "Well this just keeps getting better, The U.S.S. Virginia is reporting that they have just lost contact with the Tareq." Director Wellington looked up at the group, "Mr. Sparks, I believe you should head back to your duty station and handle this situation personally."

Glen Sparks stood up and whispered to Rosalyn, "It's going to be a long day."

"Dr. Cortez, what's the latest you have from the Middle East?" Director Sinclair asked.

Rosalyn Cortez opened her folder, "Well as you can guess, it's been a busy evening…"

The door to the conference room opened again, and the same young woman as before handed, the director another dispatch. Director Wellington looked it over, "The Virginia has reacquired the Tareq making a run into the Persian Gulf…Let's call a halt to this meeting for now. Dr. Cortez, Colonel Mills remain behind. The rest of you go find me some answer."

The sound of people muttering as they were leaving the conference room filled the air. Director Sinclair waited until the last person had left the room before he walked closer to the two people he asked to remain behind. "How's your murderous young friend in Israel doing these days Rosalyn?"

Dr. Cortez smiled, "He's still out there, killed 5 people in a hotel the other day. One of his victims was wielding a sword."

"A sword…extraordinary." Director Sinclair chuckled. Then he fixed both Col. Mills and Dr. Cortez with a no nonsense look. "I was just informed of an emergency diversion of the Russian President's airliner from his planned trip to South America to Washington. Apparently he wants an emergency meeting with the President at Camp David."

Colonel Mills and Rosalyn Cortez looked to one another. Dr. Cortez broke the silence, "This just gets better by the moment."

Director Sinclair nodded his head, "I think it's obvious that someone is running an operation here. Due to the lack of co-operation from the NSA…I tend to think it's them. Now, you two are my most trusted associates. So what I am about to ask of you both is to be kept off books and off the record. Colonel Mills, I want you to put Mr. McCall into the field looking for that missing nuke. Dr. Cortez, keep an eye on this Middle Eastern navel adventure, see if you can find a link between what is going on out there and what we have going on here."

Rosalyn Cortez frowned, "I think the Israeli's are planning a major military incursion into Syria."

Wellington Sinclair rubbed his chin, "Well that should keep young Mr. Stoppable occupied for a while."

Odessa Ukraine, Wade looked up as the door to the hotel room opened. Breathing an audible sigh of relief as he saw it was Bina and Sergei returning from their trip to find guns. Smiling Wade asked, "Any luck?"

Bina nodded her head, "Yes I have many new nasty books."

Wade was now clearly confused, "Huh…"

Sergei threw his heavy bag onto the ground, "Horny woman would not settle for just a few, she had to have them all."

"What about guns?" Wade asked nervously.

Bina pointed at the bag she was toting, "Blood thirsty man would not settle for a few, he had to have them all."

Sergei looked at Wade, "What happened to the two men in the lobby?"

Smiling Wade told them, "Oh I took care of them."

Sergei and Bina looked at one another, and then back at Wade. Sergei voiced his curiosity, "How did you take care of them."

Pointing to the left over Japanese food on the round table by the window, Wade said. "I have food if you're hungry."

The two made their way quickly to the table and picked up the containers of food and started to eat. Wade could tell they were hungry. They had been gone for quite sometime. The phone rang on the nightstand, Wade moved to answer it.

"Do not touch the phone." Sergei said as he crossed the room. Picking up the phone Sergei said cautiously, "Yes…"

"I have men that are missing." The voice said in Russian.

Sergei smirked, "This concerns me how?"

The voice sounded unconcerned almost as if he were bored, "We need to talk. I will send a car."

"Suppose I do not with to talk?"

"Then you and your friends will not leave the Ukraine alive." The voice said angrily before ending the call.

Bina looked up from her take out box. Slurped a stray noodle into her mouth and asked, "So who was that?"

"Anatoly, he wants his magazines back." Sergei said with a grin as he returned to his take out.

"They are my magazines now." Bina said firmly.

Sergei turned his attention back to Wade, "So how did you get rid of the men downstairs again."

Wade grinned, "Well you know how you never see a meat delivery to a Japanese restaurant?"

Bina and Sergei stopped eating and looked at their take out food. Bina sniffed it tentatively, shrugged and kept eating. Sergei nodded his head and shrugged. Wade smirked, as he thought, "These two are not right."

Netananya, Israel, Ron Stoppable stood on the small balcony overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Things had gone very well with his fiancée Bonnie Rockwaller over the last few days. They had celebrated the Shabbat by not doing anything that didn't involve them crawling out of bed. Now in the evening Ron stood wearing a bathrobe and drinking a glass of juice admiring the view from Bonnie's apartment.

Bonnie joined him out on the balcony clad only in a bathrobe, "My hair's a mess."

"Hmmmmmmm" Ron mumbled as he nodded his head.

"Hey Ronnie, are you going to give us a break. You two have been going at it non stop." A woman's voice called out.

Ron looked up in the direction of the voice from the apartment above them, "Ask Bonnie…"

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "God, the neighbors…"

"Ronnie, you must do more oral, all I hear is fucking, no oral…You want to keep her happy you need to do more oral." A man's voice called out from below.

Smiling, Bonnie whispered, "Can't argue with that…"

"Bonnie your hair never looks like that on TV…" A man called out from the deck next to theirs.

"I swear we have the rudest, nosiest neighbors." Bonnie frowned.

"Well you know there is no Hebrew word for excuse me." Ron grinned.

Bonnie nodded, "Let's go back to bed."

Ron agreed, tomorrow he would have to report to the post at Tulkharm to receive orders as he had to return to active duty. Tugging Bonnie close to him he kissed her, upon releasing her, he grinned, "I suppose you want oral sex now?"

Giggling Bonnie grinned, "Oh yea…"

Looking around at the decks surrounding their apartment, Ron yelled. "I MUST GO AND PERFORM ORAL SEX ON BONNIE ROCKWALLER NOW."

There was a mixture of applause and groans as Bonnie slapped him playfully. "Asshole…"