Lazar's Intrigue (The Jack Lazar Series) (20 page)

Jack
continued down the road and turned the Jeep into the airfield entrance. He
stopped at the gate house, and the guard immediately stepped outside.

“May
I help you?” he asked.

Sarina
flashed her badge quickly and spoke in a routine fashion. “Yeah. DEA. We need
to check out one of the hangars.”

“May
I see your badge, please?”

“I
just showed it to you, buddy. Let’s go. We’re in a hurry.”

“I
can’t let you through until I put your names in the log. All visitors, no
matter how important they think they are, must be registered in the log.”

“Fine,”
she said, handing it over to him. “Just hurry it up.”

“I’ll
need yours, too, sir.”

“He’s
with me,” Sarina said. “He’s a witness, and I need him to ID someone.”

“I
thought you were checking out one of the hangars.”

“Yeah.
The guy we’re looking for is in one of the hangars, okay? I’ve already told you
too much as it is.”

The
guard turned his attention back to Jack. “Do you at least have a driver’s
license, sir?”

“Sure,”
Jack replied cooperatively as he pulled it from his wallet. “Here you go.”

“California,
huh? All right. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“I
think you’re playing this a little hard,” Jack whispered.

“Not
at all,” she assured him. “We always treat the junior police like this. He’d be
suspicious otherwise.”

“Junior
police?”

“Yeah,
I know. It’s not very nice.”

“Just
as long as we get through.”

After
a minute the guard returned to the car and handed back their documents along
with two identification badges. “Keep these tagged to the outside of your
clothes at all times, and return them to one of the security gates when you
leave. You got that?”

“No
problem,” Jack replied. He drove the Jeep forward after the gate lifted, and
they headed back toward the Antonucci hangar.

“Exactly
where to you plan on parking this thing?” Sarina asked. “If they see it, you
know the first thing they’ll do is search that plane.”

“Good
point. Let’s see what we can figure out.”

They
stopped about two hundred feet short of the Antonucci facility where an old
Fokker F27 was parked on the tarmac. Its airstair was down in front, and a
cargo ramp was connected to its left rear door.

“The
hangar next door is filled with executive jets,” Jack said, “and it doesn’t
look very busy right now, so maybe we can ditch the Jeep in there.”

“Okay.
Then how do we get past the ground crew and onto the plane before they remove
the cargo ramp? We can’t exactly use the passenger stairway.”

“The
pilot told me they had finished loading the plane, so maybe the ground crew
went to lunch.”

“If
that’s the case, they could be back any minute.”

“Well
then, we need to move fast, don’t we?”

Sarina
rolled her eyes.

Jack
parked the Jeep in the executive hanger, and aside from the curious stare of a
mechanic tooling with one of the planes, no one seemed to notice or care. Jack grabbed
the two duffel bags and darted across the tarmac behind Sarina, who had already
moved to the corner of the Antonucci hangar.

She
peered inside to see if anyone was there.

“Shit,”
she whispered. “Just as I thought. There are at least three guys in there now.”

Jack
considered the situation. “How far away are they?”

“Oh,
fifty feet or so.”

“I
guess you’re right. So much for that. Now what are we going to do?”

“I
don’t know. This was your plan, remember?”

He
scowled at her. “No. Getting on that plane was
your
plan. Not mine. I
just figured out how to get us back here. Besides, you’re the spy, not me.”

“I
am not a spy.”

“Oh,
you’re not? Then why are you always doing so much spy stuff?”

“I
don’t do spy stuff.” she responded indignantly, still whispering as loud as she
could, trying to sound irritated, although it was clear she enjoyed the
distraction.

“Yes
you do.”

“Oh
yeah? Like what?”

“Well,
what do you call this stuff we’re doing right now? If this isn’t spy stuff, I
don’t know what is.”

“This
is not spy stuff.”

“What
is it then?”

She
thought quickly. “It’s surveillance work.”

“And
that’s not spy stuff?”

“No.
Not necessarily.”

“Well
then, what is it?”

“Everyone
does surveillance work. Okay? Even police officers. And they’re not spies.”

“Well,
maybe not everyone who does surveillance work is a spy, but all spies
definitely do surveillance work. Wouldn’t you say?”

“No,”
she responded, not so convincingly.

“You’re
a spy.” he declared in a mocking way.

“Am
not! Shut up!” She was clearly doing her best not to smile, and she slapped him
on the chest.

“Are,
too.”

“Okay.
That’s it. I had some really great sex planned for you once we got on that
plane, but you can forget about it now.”

“Uh-oh.
I’m sorry,” Jack offered, cringing playfully over his mistake. “Please don’t
spoil my chance to join the Mile High Club.”

“Forget
it. You’ve blown it.”

“No.
You don’t understand. I am really, really sorry.”

“Give
it up, Jack.”

“Sarina.
Baby. I can’t possibly look at you in those tight little cutoffs and that
clingy shirt and not be able to have you.”

“Well,
you should have thought about that before. You’ll just have to suffer for
once.”

“Jeez.
You are so mean,” he said, dejectedly.

“I
am not.”

“Yes
you are. You’re a big, mean spy.”

“Argh!”
she screamed quietly. “Okay, okay. You can have all the sex you want if you’ll
just shut up! We need to figure out how to get on that plane!”

“Thank
you,” he said with a victorious grin.

“Don’t
push it!”

“I
won’t.”

During
their conversation, a single prop airplane started rolling down the taxiway
from the opposite end of the airport, the engine making a lot of noise as it
approached their position. It was just about to pass by when Jack looked over
his shoulder to see what had been making such a racket.

“That’s
a Corsair!” he exclaimed. “I’ve always loved that plane. And look what
incredible condition it’s in.”

“A
Corsair?” Sarina was clearly not impressed. “Who gives a shit?”

“Don’t
you know anything about airplanes? They used them on aircraft carriers during
World War Two. Their wings fold up so you can stack them close together on the
flight deck. Anyway, if those guys are even remotely interested in airplanes,
which I’d say is a pretty safe bet, they won’t be looking at anything else when
it passes by the hangar. I think this is the best chance we’re going to get.”

“Are
you sure about this? It’s just an airplane. They probably see hundreds of them
every day.”

“It’s
not just an airplane,” he assured her. “Believe me.”

“Okay.
But it’s your ass if this doesn’t work.”

They
waited until the Corsair had almost passed the hangar in hopes the ground crew
would be looking toward the opposite corner of the building, away from the
Fokker F27. Jack sprinted across the tarmac behind Sarina, and he hurled the
duffel bags through the open doorway as they scurried up the ramp. They
searched the plane for a good spot to hide and located a sizeable gap between
the starboard side of the fuselage and a stack of boxes that had been strapped
to the floor. They used their bags as cushions and stowed themselves there.

“Did
they see us?” Jack asked.

“I
don’t know. I didn’t look.”

“You
didn’t? What kind of spy are you, anyway?”

“You
promised to stop that!”

“Sorry.”

“Besides.
I thought you were going to look.”

“I
was busy wrestling with the duffel bags.”

“Terrific,”
she griped, rolling her eyes as she pulled the .45 out of her purse and cocked
it back. “I hope I don’t have to shoot anyone. I really don’t feel like killing
anybody today.”

They
listened carefully to determine whether anyone was approaching the plane, and
within a few seconds they heard the footsteps of two or three people. Sarina
raised the gun into position and prepared to fire. They heard a voice yelling
outside, but it was too muffled to understand at first.

“That
sounds like Spanish,” Jack whispered. “I don’t speak a word of it,
unfortunately.”

“Shh!”
Sarina responded sharply. “I do. Now shut up so I can listen!”

The
men moved a little closer to the plane, making their conversation easier to
hear. Sarina settled back after a few moments and lowered the gun, indicating they
had not been discovered. Nevertheless, she continued to listen intently until
the men had finished.

“What
did they say?” Jack asked impatiently.

“Well,
they don’t know where we are. That’s for sure. The gist of the conversation was
about how pissed off Jesus is at Pedro because he left the building unattended.
It sounds like Jesus is an important part of the organization. He was talking
like he had some authority.”

“Anything
else?”

“Yeah.
He told Pedro to call Phil and tell him what happened. But Pedro didn’t want
to.”

“I
can’t say I blame him.”

“Me
either.” She smiled in agreement.

The
men approached the passenger door and began speaking again.

Jack
watched as Sarina continued to listen.

“So,
what’s happening now?”

“They’re
getting ready to detach the ramp and move the plane out. So get comfortable. We
have a long flight ahead of us.”

“Good,”
he said, sighing. “I hope the in-flight movie is something I haven’t seen yet.”

She
glared at him and shook her head. “Not funny.”

“No?”

“No.”

TWENTY-TWO

The
Fokker F27 reacted more harshly to air pockets than the passenger jetliners
Jack was accustomed to, and it took him awhile to overcome the nauseous feeling
in his stomach from all the increased turbulence. He and Sarina had abandoned
their uncomfortable nook after the plane went airborne and spent most of the
trip sitting on top of the pallet of boxes. The parcels had been neatly
arranged and wrapped in plastic, and the entire pallet was tied down to anchors
on the floor, creating a flat surface about two feet tall. The plane was packed
full of freight that blocked any view to their location in back, and the
cockpit was separated from the cargo area by a wall, so Jack and Sarina felt they
were safe until the plane landed in Medellin.

“Are
you doing better now?” Sarina asked as she sat next to Jack.

“I
think so.”

“Well
good. Because I need to change clothes, and I’ve been waiting for your undivided
attention.” She rose up and stood in front of him, raising an eyebrow.

He
grinned. “I appreciate your thinking of me.”

“Well,
I did promise you all the sex you wanted.”

“That’s
true, you did. So where is it?”

“Right
here, baby.” She pulled the white tank top over her head offered a bare breast
to his mouth. Jack ran his tongue around her nipple and sucked on her, the sweet
flesh arousing him from the base of his spine. He brushed his lips up her neck,
over her chin, and locked on to her mouth.

Sarina
reached down to unfasten the tiny jean shorts, and she guided them down her
slender legs before standing up and widening her stance, making it clear she
expected some attention, and the desired location wasn’t a mystery.

Jack
licked a couple of fingers and slid them up inside her, grinding his palm
against her clit as he fingered her from within. He kissed her deep and long while
his other hand clenched her hair, confining her naked body exactly where he
wanted it while she purred and quaked in his grasp. She moved her head to the
side and breathed heavily into Jack’s neck while she rode the almost instantaneous
orgasm, her nails digging into his shoulders as he continued working her.

Sarina
withdrew his fingers and brought them to her mouth, her blissful expression and
closed eyes suggesting she delighted in the taste. Jack thought it was the most
arousing thing he had ever seen, and his erection went from hard to explosive,
the lack of elasticity in his jeans proving to be uncomfortable now.

Sarina
knelt to the aircraft’s metal floor and ran her hands over the bulge before
unfastening his jeans and pulling them down his legs. The boxer-briefs
followed, and she carefully stretched them over his engorged crotch, her eyes
lighting up like a child on Christmas morning as he sprang in front of her. She
licked him from stem to stern before taking him into her mouth and grabbing his
ass with her sharp nails to guide him back and forth.

Like
Sarina, Jack could feel an impending climax in no time, and he pulled back to
save himself for her.

“You
have to stop that now.” He raised his hand like a police officer stopping a
lane of oncoming traffic.

Sarina
glanced up at him with a devious smile, the saliva dripping down her chin.
“That’s too bad. I love the taste of your cum.”

“Yeah,
but I have other plans for it.”

“You
really think I can’t get you hard whenever I want to?” She clutched him in her
hand and began stroking up and down. “Believe me, you are really easy.”

“That
may have been true before, but…”

“Oh,
for chrissake, give me that.” Sarina shoved him in her mouth again, this time
driving with force and determination while she sucked him hard.

Jack
closed his eyes and grabbed hold of the loose plastic on the boxes as he felt
himself travel all the way down her throat, her tongue sliding powerfully along
that magical crease with each thrust, and it was almost more than he could
take. But he held his ground and started building again, the climax returning
with a vengeance this time as it thundered through every inch of his lower
body. He erupted into her mouth while she kept at it, drinking him in as if
desperate to get every drop, and she continued until it was clear he had
finished the ride.

“Wow,”
Jack said as he finally released his grip on the plastic. “That was amazing. But
I’m a goner for sure this time. I don’t see any way you’ll get me going any
time soon.”

Sarina
rose from the floor and wiped her mouth before giving him a kiss chockfull of
his own junk, and she pressed her naked body against him.

Damn.
She tastes a lot better than I do.

“I
don’t plan on doing anything to you,” she said. “You’ll get hard for me all by
yourself.”

Jack
laughed. “Okay. This should be interesting.”

“Stand
over there,” she instructed as she hopped onto the pallet of boxes and lay on
her back. “You have to watch me now, and you can’t do anything until I say so.
You can’t even touch yourself.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,
really. Or you don’t get to have me at all. Got it?”

Jack
sighed. “Fine.”

Her
legs opening wide, Sarina used two fingers from her left hand to spread herself,
and her right middle finger started some delicate, circular work on her clit. Jack
could see that she was lusciously pink, soaking wet, and already a little
swollen.

Dear
God.

Just
the vision of her displaying all those goodies was a fine start, Jack thought
as the pangs of sexual energy started to fire again. But then she added those
delicate, trademark porn star moans and tantalizing undulations with her hips,
and Jack found himself rising to the occasion again. Fast.

“Fucking
unbelievable,” he muttered.

“No
you don’t!” she warned as Jack took a step forward. “You’re not allowed to
touch me yet.”

“C’mon,
we’ve reached lift off here. You’ve won. Again. Now let me have that beautiful
pink pussy of yours.”

“No,
sir. You stay right there.”

Jack
stood over her now, and he watched as she closed her eyes, continued to touch
herself, her left hand tweaking her nipples while the right continued its
circular strokes. The whines of pleasure grew louder as her body tightened and
bucked, an orgasm visibly taking her, and it took every ounce of willpower for
Jack to stop himself from finishing the job. His erection was raging, and her
little performance was sending painful impulses throughout his anatomy. It was
outrageously fun and sheer agony at the same time.

Another
second of this and…

“Now,”
Sarina said, catching him off guard.

“What?”

“Fuck
me, goddamnit!”

Taking
a leg in each arm, Jack plunged himself inside her, and that alone helped with
his suffering. But the sexual insanity this woman had spawned in his brain soon
took over, and he ferociously pursued satisfaction, ramming into her with hard,
shattering blows again and again, completely overcome by his hunger and need.

Sarina
hadn’t stopped stroking herself, and her expression suggested the climax she
started on her own had never ended. Apparently she was continuing to ride it as
Jack helped bring her back and forth from the brink, and she stared into his
eyes with an intensity he had never seen, as if pleading for him to do her
harder.

He
knew exactly what that meant, of course. She was reaching for something even
bigger, and he was damn well going to get it for her. He moved his hands to her
ass and tilted her pelvis to get in deeper, and he could feel himself collide
with the depths of her as he persisted with long, powerful thrusts.

Oh,
that did the trick. The usual look of panic swept over Sarina’s face, her hands
reaching outward as if begging him to stop. But that wasn’t going to happen,
and he pounded her even harder now as the wave finally captured him as well,
the two of them riding their shared culmination for everything it was worth,
driving and crushing until they had found complete release.

Jack
lifted Sarina from the pallet and gathered her into his arms, kissing her
gently as he held her tight. He closed his eyes as he remained inside her,
feeling authentic peace for a moment, and he wanted to immerse himself in that
sensation for as long as possible. He began to fantasize that they had made it
safely back to the States and were resting in his bedroom in San Juan Capistrano.
Time and money were hardly matters of concern, and they could do whatever they
wanted for as long as they desired. They could explore this enigmatic passion to
their hearts’ content, and who knew what might happen after that. The
possibilities were limitless.

“I
think we better get dressed now,” Sarina announced abruptly as the plane began
to descend. “We’ll be landing soon.”

Jack
flinched as she spoke, the harsh reality of the situation piercing through his fantasy
and flooding his consciousness with angst and dread. Like flipping a switch,
the ecstasy was suddenly gone, and it was time to face the unpleasant business
at hand.

They
carefully uncoupled from each other and reached for their duffel bags to search
for the fatigues Jack had purchased in Florida. The awkwardness of standing
naked in the back of the plane immediately settled in.

“We
need to be careful from this point on,” Sarina said as she slipped on a fresh
pair of panties. “The risk of being seen at the airport will be high, so we
have to be really creative about getting off the plane without being seen.
Antonucci probably has Colombian Customs and Immigration in his back pocket, so
my guess is the plane won’t be searched upon arrival, but we need to be
prepared for that possibility, too.”

“Damn.
I didn’t even think about that.”

“Yeah,
so assuming we actually do get off the plane successfully, we’ll need to find
an inconspicuous place to watch Antonucci’s guys unload the cargo and then
follow them back to their compound, which probably has armed guards all over the
place.”

“If
you’re trying to scare the shit out of me, it’s working.”

“I’m
just saying we should ready for anything.”

“Okay.”
Jack swallowed nervously, the danger of the situation causing a new swell of
anxiety within him.

“Do
you have your nine millimeter?”

“Yeah.
It’s in my bag, but I’ll slip it into my belt holster.”

“Good.
How many extra clips did you buy?”

“Five,”
he answered.

“And
you loaded them?”

“Of
course.”

“Good.
Put them in a pocket on your utilities where you can get to them easily. The
amount of time it takes you to reload could be the difference between life and
death.”

“Right,”
Jack replied cooperatively, a little bit surprised his ego wasn’t flaring up in
protest of the elementary nature of her instructions. Either he was getting
used to all this or simply scared out of his wits and just didn’t care.

“What
about you?” he asked. “Did I get you enough ammo?”

“Yeah,
I’m set. Just keep in mind that this is a reconnaissance mission, and the goal
is to get in and out without any violence at all, preferably without even being
detected. These weapons are simply for our protection in case something goes
wrong.”

“I’m
all for eliminating violence.”

“Me,
too. So our objective is to locate Antonucci’s illegal drug activities, take
lots of pictures, piece everything together, and get the hell out of there.
After that we’ll hand over our findings to the proper authorities in Colombia
as well as back home.”

“Sounds
good. Anything else?” Jack had no idea what it would feel like to be adequately
prepared for such a mission.

“I
don’t think so.” She was apparently going through a laundry list in her mind
while Jack stared at her, captivated by how enticing she looked in her military
garb. Her lengthy ponytail protruded through the back of the olive military cap
while a scattering of bangs danced along her forehead, and Jack wondered how
she could be so tough and absolutely feminine at the same time.

“The
most important thing, of course, is that we are
mentally
prepared,” she
added. “In this type of situation, there’s just no room for mistakes.”

Jack
nodded.

“I
also think it’s important to remember why we’re doing this. Don’t ever let that
escape your mind. Just think about all the people whose lives have been
destroyed by the drugs Antonucci has imported into our country. People like
your friend Sean Benson, for example. Antonucci makes his living by preying on
the fragile lives and weaknesses of other people, especially children, and how
anyone could justify basing their livelihood on hurting people like that is
beyond my comprehension. So I plan on doing something about it. Right here. Right
now.”

A
surge of anger replaced the fear in Jack’s mind as she spoke, especially when
she mentioned Sean Benson. Even if their efforts succeeded in only a temporary
shutdown of Antonucci’s drug conduit, the handful of lives they saved would be
worth risking his life. For the first time he had a glimpse into why Sarina was
so dedicated to her job and persisted in circumventing all the red tape or even
breaking regulations to get the job done.