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 The room was quiet, twenty-two men were in deep in thought. The secret code was missing. Lost? Misplaced? Stolen? Or.......betrayed? It was just a matter of time, a month, a year to be deciphered, but it would take at least a year to be replaced. It must be found and destroyed, they all agreed regardless of what might occur. It was a Top National Security priority. The question was, what were the first steps to take? We should call Him was suggested, and all agreed. He was sitting by the fireplace enjoying Mozart, resting in his favorite armchair with his eyes closed. Still fully aware, however, and prepared for any intrusive counter action. After all, he belonged to Special Forces. The creed was "His goal was to succeed on any mission, and to live, to succeed, DE Oppresso Liber." He was also a Master of Budo Ninjutso and held a degree in psychological warfare. He was a handsome man, in his late 40's, with dark brown hair. Five feet eleven-inches tall, one hundred eighty pounds. Green eyes and a muscular body that didn't show itself under his jacket. His movements might remind one of great cat on the prowl. At nine am the phone rang and he was told to report to the firm by lunch time. Lunch was held in a conference room with four other members. They were the only ones who were authorized to know his identity. A short briefing (preliminary) was presented, at which time they reminded themselves that he was the only one with the qualification necessary this assignment. His linguistic ability was a major asset to the mission. The door opened and an attractive woman in her thirties entered the room. She wore a light jacket and matching color slacks. She was a brunette, with brown shining eyes. Five feet six inches tall and not more than one hundred pounds. An athletic body, showing from her legs to her size 36 B chest. He appraised her. "I'm Lori to you," she said parting her lovely lips and exhibiting her gleaming teeth. A very sensual gal he thought, ha. The director introduced Lori as a clinical orthopedic Dr., and a qualified Martial instructor. He mentioned that between the two they commanded seven foreign languages, which would be useful to them. "You two are divorced so there will be no objection if you travel as man and wife, pretending to be missionaries", he told them. "You'll be flown to Turkey and your contact will be Abdul. The password is 'dirty Camel'. You will be given all information and you will be staying at the Holiday Inn in Ankara. I wish you luck and no further contacts with the firm be made. Just don't start killing people. All you have to do is to find and destroy that code." "Remember," he said, finally. "Behave like a loving couple & don't come back pregnant Lori," he laughed. "I know him". Chapter Two "Well, it's time to put the gear on my dear Lori. We have to jump. Abdul will pick us up at the field, and remember no guns. Leave your Glock 19 here. We don't want to draw attention, but we can always disarm them. Can you?", he asked, and she gave him a dirty smile. After all, she had her training with the Masters and he knew that." They both jumped, and while descending, she reached into the air and pinched his butt to repay for his sarcastic remark. Abdul had a black Benz to blend in the dark while he waited. He handed a piece of paper and whispered the password. His English sounded British because he worked for MI-6, driving taxis and picking up info's at the same time. "You two will be staying at Ankara's Holiday Inn, not the best but a comfortable place. You will be registered as a man and wife, and as missionaries. You will be less suspicious that way. In the meantime, I will be contact Hakim for additional Information. The night was young so they left the hotel for an evening walk. The doorman warned them not to bypass dark alleys and they thanked him. To take a shortcut they entered a dark alley. Six men came up from the corner, one approaching with a knife. "Hey American. Give me dollars." Before the knife weilding man could utter another word Lori had him on the ground. With his knife in her left hand, she paralyzed the other two using a chop to the shoulder. He did the same, and both left the alley without seriously hurting the thieves. They got back to the hotel and fell immediately asleep. Next morning Abdul in a show of excitement woke them up. Waving a fax in his hand, he said it was from the Director. The fax Read: "Situation Normal, a computer glitch. Ten thousand dollars deposited for each. Get married, but be on call. Go to Istanbul for more fun." Abdul left, wishing them good luck. He had the address of contact in Istanbul. Lori, still in her short nighty, sat on his lap and faced him. Looking into his eyes, she said, "Darling, what are you waiting for?"
 
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