Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance by BWWM Club, Aaron Steel Read Free Book Online

it. She had seen the bronze
statue Katherine the Great had built to honor him. It was something
to look at and remember he’d had his own son executed for
working against him.
    Monique pulled the
car up to the curb next to the warehouse Rick pointed out to her. She
put the car in park and shut off the engine.
    “What now?”
she asked him.
    “I go in and
get it,” he told her. “This shouldn’t take too
long. You wait here.” He put one hand on the door and went to
open it.
    Monique climbed out
of the car at the same time he did. Rick stopped and looked at her in
confusion.
    “I thought I
told you to wait in the car for me,” he said to her.
    “I’m
coming along,” she told him. “I don’t know what you
plan on doing in there, but I want to be around when it happens. I’m
sick of being forced to ride along with you and not learn a thing.
You’ll just have to include me in any plans you are making.”
    He stared at her for
a few seconds and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, fine, but you
will do as I say and follow my instructions. When I saw it’s
time to go, we go. Do you understand?”
    “Perfectly,”
she said, giving him a cold stare.
    “Then let’s
go,” he ordered, walking in the direction of the door to the
warehouse. Monique closed the car door and locked it behind her.
    They pushed the
double action doors open and stepped inside. The place was filthy and
didn’t look like it had been cleaned in fifty years. The floor
had a layer of grease on it and parts hung from the walls. There was
a counter which was cluttered with all kinds of invoices and bills.
The front of the warehouse was quiet, without much of the usual noise
one might expect from such a place. Two men were behind the counter
going over some paper work; both had cigarettes in their mouths,
smoking nonstop. They glanced up when Rick stepped into the foyer and
froze when they saw Monique behind him. Obviously, they weren’t
used to seeing black people walk into their establishment.
    “Did either of
you two citizens find a small object near your warehouse?” Rick
asked them in Russian. “It would be about five inches long and
be made out of plastic. Someone took it from me the other day and I
think they tried to hide it in the wall of your establishment.”
    Both men appeared to
have been dragged through a grease pit and drained out on a dirty
towel. Engine oil was soaked into their skin and their hands were
stained the color of walnuts. One was over six feet in height and had
a shaved head. The other was much younger and had black shaggy hair.
The older man snuffed out his cigarette and glared at Rick.
    “Suppose we
did, muchak,” he told Rick, using a slur term for “peasant”.
“Why should we turn it over to you? Is there any kind of
reward?”
    “I’m
willing to pay to get it back,” he told them. “Provided
it’s intact. I can’t use it if it’s damaged. Is it
in one piece?”
    The man with the
shaved head turned to his companion. “Go back there and tell
Alexi I want the toy we found yesterday. If he asks why, tell him
it’s none of his concern. I’ll buy his kid another one if
it’s too much trouble.” The other man vanished through a
door behind him.
    There was no idle
talk or chatter as they stood around and waited. The man with the
shaved head went back to looking at his paperwork and didn’t
make eye contact with either of them. Generations of being watched
had taught Russians not to ask questions when you didn’t want
the answers. Monique remained quiet with Rick and glanced around the
walls. Some of the parts didn’t appear to have been moved in
years. What the hell was going on behind them in that warehouse?
Something illegal, she was willing to bet. Which would put everyone
in the same boat. Soon the police and SVR would track them to this
location and be asking these men all kinds of questions. They might
even be forced to look into what was happening on the other side of
the counter.
    The door