Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Double Trouble.
Ch 16
I heard it before I saw it. The faint whop-whop-whop of the helicopters coming in low and fast. I didn't even bother to look up and see where they were. I was more concerned about Natalie. She was still unresponsive as she lay on the cold ground.
"Nat... no... please no... don't be dead... I love you... please wake up.........." I sobbed.
I didn't know if she was dead or alive and I didn't want to move her, in case she had a neck injury. I noticed her helmet visor was steamed up and I thought it was a good sign. I flipped it up slowly, making sure I kept her head still and I pressed my ear to her mouth. She was definitely breathing which was a start.
I then gently ran my hands down her arms to check for breaks. There were no bones sticking out so I checked her legs. They felt normal too, but it didn't mean she was alright. She could have internal injuries or spinal trauma which I couldn't detect.
"Natalie, can you hear me? Help is on its way, just hold on babe," I said.
Suddenly a search light hit the floor next to us and it was as though daylight had arrived. The air became turbulent as the helicopters came in to land on the grass next to the road. Leaves and debris were kicked up in the down-draught and I put my body over Nat's to shield her from the worst of it.
Men spilled from the helicopter and got into all round defence, ready to take on Sasha's men.
"THEY'RE ALL DEAD," I shouted over the noise. "I NEED A MEDIC OVER HERE. NOW! AGENT DOWN!"
Three men came in my direction with their weapons raised, but they weren't pointing them at us. They were checking to see if it was all clear. Two of them checked on Sasha while the third crouched down next to me. He took a medical bag off his shoulder and dropped it on the tarmac.
"What happened to her?" he asked.
"She was thrown from the bike. She slid for twenty metres on her side and then flipped up three metres into the air and landed here. She's breathing and has no visible injuries, help her... please help her," I begged, giving the medic as much information as possible.
"Move back, let me get to her," I flopped backwards onto the wet road and looked over at the chopper.
A female figure emerged, dressed in similar clothing to me. Her long black hair shone in the moonlight as she walked down the ramp with a pistol in her hand.
It was Lexa.
I'd recognise her anywhere.
"OVER HERE," I shouted and waved.
She ran over and surveyed the scene. She saw the wrecked Porsche, the dead Russian, the dead deer and then Natalie lying on the floor.
"Is she ok?" she asked sounding very concerned.
"I don't know," I said bursting into tears.
"Becca, she's in the best hands. Come with me," she said, bending down and taking my hand. "Let them work on her."
She was right, she was always right, but I didn't want to leave Natalie's side.
"Will she be ok?" I asked the medic.
"It's hard to tell. We need to stabilise her and then get her to hospital as soon as possible."
Lexa led me away to let them do their job.
"Are you ok?" she asked. "We got here as soon as we could."
"I'm fine."
"Any casualties?"
I looked at Natalie over my shoulder and gave Lexa a look that said it all.
"Apart from Natalie?"
"The Kingsleys are all fine, but the two security guards at the gatehouse are dead."
"Ok. Are there any Russians left alive?" she quizzed.
"No. All sixteen are dead," I spat with venom. "Fucking cunts."
"Sixteen? You two took on sixteen ex-soldiers and won? Jesus Christ, Becca," she swooned.
She sat me on the tail ramp of the helicopter which was now powered down. I could see her beautiful flawless skin in the dim light. She looked like heaven, after everything I'd just been through.
I then looked down at myself and thought how bad I looked. I was caked in mud, leaves, blood and dirt. I was soaking wet and starting to feel cold.
Men in black were running up towards the house to secure the property even though it was no longer necessary, it was just standard operating procedure.
"Did Tristan give you anymore information about The Generals?" she asked.
"No, he won't talk until Stanislav is dealt with."
"We need to find him first. We'll gather intel from his dead men, there may be something on their phones that will help us locate him. I think you need a well-earned rest. Someone else will take over and find him. I can't let you go to Russia, it's too dangerous."
"Like fuck they will. I want to finish this," I cried. "Especially if they've killed Natalie."
I looked over to see her being put onto a stretcher with a brace around her neck. Within minutes of the helicopters arriving, one of them was airborne again with Natalie on board heading for the hospital.
"You've been through enough," said Lexa. "But I understand."
"I'll kill that mother fucker and end this once and for all."
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Back at the house, the clean up crew had arrived and they were carrying the bodies out and laying them on the gravel. I was sitting in the kitchen having a cup of coffee with the Kingsleys. The whole kitchen area had been taken over by Lexa's team and they were setting up an operations room. Lexa's men arrived at regular intervals to drop off mobile phones to a guy working on a laptop at the dining table.
The Kingsleys were very subdued after their ordeal. Maybe they finally realised that their little bubble-world was all in their heads and that the world was actually a very dangerous place, especially if you piss off the Russian mob.
Helen was still sobbing and comforting Pippa. Pippa seemed to be taking it better than the rest of them. Drinking her brothers cum and then being spit-roasted by Isaac and her father was nothing knew for her. I wondered if they'd tell Helen what had been going on, but I doubted it.
"Have you found anything on the phones?" said Lexa to the tech guy.
"Maybe. Sasha had a video call from Stanislav before they attacked the manor house," he replied.
"And?"
"I'm still working on it. The phone number's blocked, but I may be able to triangulate it from his GPS."
"Good work," she said slapping him on the back.
I recognised the guys voice and realised it was Arran. He was the guy who'd once tried to rape me on my first assignment. He now worked for Lexa.
"Hello, Arran," I said in a menacing voice.
"Oh... er... hi Becca," he stuttered.
"Becca, behave yourself. He's here to help," said Lexa sternly.
I got up and walked over to the laptop and looked at his screen. He had Sasha's phone plugged into his computer to extract the data.
"Can I see the video footage?" I said.
"Sure, but it's all in Russian and we don't have a translator here," he replied.
"That's ok, just play it. I have an idea how we can find him quicker."
He played the call on a split screen showing both sides of the conversation.
"Just show Stanislav on the full screen," I said.
Lexa stood next to me as he played the video. He was right, it was all in Russian but I was more interested in the background. I thought back to selling dirty panties with Natalie back in the apartment. She had taken pictures of us, but had made sure that the background was sterile. There was no way of telling where we were.
I hoped Stanislav hadn't been as thorough.
I watched on, as Stanislav gave his orders for the hit on Kingsley Manor. He was quite animated with a lot of arm and hand gestures. Behind him there was a window and I could clearly see outside. In the distance there was a white high-rise tower block.
"Can you zoom in on the tower block?" I said to Arran, pointing at the area on the screen.
"What are you looking for, Becca?" asked Lexa.
"Just zoom in."
Arran used the mouse and zoomed in on the tower block.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing at the screen. "Is that an English St George's flag hanging from the apartment window?"
"Yes, I think it is... holy shit, he's in the UK," gasped Lexa. "I bet he's at the embassy. He has to be."
"Maybe I won't be going to Russia after all," I smiled. "Can you get Google maps open and see if there's a white tower block near the Russian embassy building in London?"
"Already on it," said Arran, as his mouse flashed all over the screen, opening new windows and zooming and changing to street view.
"Is that it?" he asked, showing a similar image of a white tower block, viewed from the street outside the embassy.
I compared it to the zoomed in image from Sasha's phone. They looked identical.
"It looks like it. Where in London is it located?" I asked.
"It's in Kensington palace gardens," Arran replied.
I walked back to the breakfast bar and picked up my Makarov. I cocked the weapon and stuffed it into my waistband.
"Let's go," I said to Lexa.
She just stared at me.
"Come on, what are we waiting for?" I pushed.
"Becca, calm down. Think about what you're saying here," said Lexa.
"I'm talking about ending this."
"I know, but you cannot just walk into the Russian embassy and start shooting people."
"Don't you think I know that?" I said. "I'm not stupid. I do have a plan."
"What sort of plan? How are you going to get to him?" she shrugged.
"He's going to invite me," I smiled.
"How? He doesn't even know who you are."
"He likes hookers, right?"
"According to his file, yes."
