Martini and Salsa 1.5: Sent a spy to catch a break

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"Mi az álom és mi a valóság? Fogd meg a kezem és irányítja bennem, amikor esik."

He was staring down the gun as her his finger on the trigger. Protocol demanded he restrain her and take her in as a suspect to be interrogated. Martini wanted to grab her shoulder and turn her over, restrain her arms and take her back to LA. "If I dream do not wake me. For I have found peace." he said. You translated what I said."

A second passed and he didn't move. His eyes watched her unblinking. "Protocol demands I take you back a prisoner. But what happens depends on my testimony." he continued. "But there is one question I need answered and I will use all my skill to know the truth if I see it. How did I get off this ship?"

The gun lowered but did not disappear. "You got me off. Theres no way I did it alone."
 
Cynthia visibly relaxed, and how could she not. He didn't trust her, not yet, but he wanted to, and that was enough. She was glad however to be sitting. Looking up at him she tried not to smile, but it was difficult for all the reasons the days on the ship were easy except now she was exhausted too and she didn't want to have to be cool and collected anymore.

"Partly. I got you uncuffed and out of that storage room. You were not completely coherent at first." Cynthia paused wondering how much to tell him. She figured she would skirt around what he said unless he asked her directly. "You got that one," she pointed to her own forehead where he banged into the metal floor. "After I uncuffed you. Then we got up the stairs. I really was hoping you would be more coherent because I didn't have a solid plan. But you weren't so I had to improvise. I ... Well you confirmed that you could find the Illustrious, and I had to trust even half drugged you could. I had to make sure you could escape so, I sorta started a fire in their computer room and killed their radar."

She shouldn't have been smiling, but she was just glad her gamble paid off.
 
He tilted his head. In his state he couldn't have escaped, wouldn't have for this reason. So he had to have had help. "They're waiting for us." he said. "This ship left unmanned is a shipping hazard and will be sunk." He slung the gun away and offered his hand to her. "Sabotaging their radar will earn you the thanks of the British. Its a long way home."

He didn't ask more, there would be time for that later, for now their vacation was over and one way or the other their personal relationship would never be the same. But for now passage aboard the lusty and then a flight to the nearest American air force base then onto LA where Daddy would be waiting.
 
Crossing her arms on the railing of the carrier, known by her crew as Lusty. Somewhere aboard the ship was Underground and his men. She wasn't sure where and she didn't care. Cynthia looked out at the water, still choppy but the storm was now abating. Footsteps came closer and she turned and looked over, giving Josh a weak grin, she was exhausted and wired all at the same time and had hoped watching the water would help settle her down, it hadn't so far.

"When his goon hit you from behind, I wasn't sure what to expect or what would happen next," she said to him. She wasn't sure what procedure was, protocol for debriefing, but Cynthia needed to get this taken care of now, even if they were not even at the US Base yet. Even if she was going to have to repeat the story more then once more.

"He was so convinced you were on to his grand scheme, so sure of his importance, I realized the only thing to do was to play along to his delusion, claiming I was ignorant because you purposely kept me I the dark. I think he likes to think everyone is as underhanded as he is or worse. I told him I wanted answers as well."

There was a frown on her lips as she remembered how Josh had been dragged away, placed into the chair and the drugs administrated to him. "I don't know if he would have done so anyways or not. He seemed to want everything delivered to him in a nice bow however. He sent me away after the first round of questioning. I think we lucked out there." She didn't want to explain how she felt watching that, powerless to do anything effective.

"The storm got worse and everyone's attention was on ensuring they stayed afloat, that's when I decided to get you out of there. It was the worse time, but really the only time." Cynthia tilted her head a small sweet smile briefly on her lips. "I think you were dreaming at first. I suppose you still don't recall?"
 
He hadn't spoken much since he had pulled her off the ship and had spend some of the time since then on the medical deck being checked over. Its had taken some convincing to not have Cynthia locked up as well but here she was standing next to him as he looked out over the sea.

"Not unless there was a dragon." he said in all seriousness. Or a spear. I can't honestly say how I got here." he turned his head towards her and gave her a small smile. "But I can say that before I did Daddy was already alerting agencies and making arrangements. This entire fleet was under my command before I woke up."

His smile became a wry one. "I did dream and I remember parts of it. I'm not sure what parts cross over into what really happened. Really the only person who has a reliable account of what happened is you. And if I said anything that was inappropriate .. I didn't mean to."

He didn't say he was sorry, because some things need to be said.
 
"She's very good at what she does," Cynthia said with a smirk. Cynthia liked the woman, but she was growing to very much respect her boss as well. "And as for anything you may have said, well, it was dream talk, but I don't think any inappropriatness needs to be worried about in any case." Cynthia smiled at Josh, it seemed to lift the exhaustion from her face.

Her gaze eventually drifted back to the water and she sighed, she needed to get though the rest of the story. "Once you were safely away, and I had that nice fire in the computer room, I had myself escorted back to Underground, telling him you purposely left me behind. He delighted in that notion." Cynthia gripped the railing, her knuckles white. "I think I underestimated his ego a bit though, no, not his ego, his lust. He wanted to hire me, but his bargaining was very crude, and I didn't have the time I thought I was going to have to stall and delay. I was coming to some really bad and worse decisions when I noticed what he didn't." Cynthia turned her head to glance at Josh. "I knew if he'd realized the ship was borded he might have enough skill with his men to make things ugly, or that he might try to escape before he was captured. Keeping him in one place, distracted, seemed the best decision."

Once more she looked away. "Then you were there, and everything was better." Cynthia didn't mention her fear, her fear that she had lost his trust, and possibly more, to an ugly situation that was not what it seemed. "I don't think I've ever been happier to see anyone in my life."
 
She ignored his bait to talk about what me may have said, or he didn't actually say it. "What good is being a spy if you can't rescue someone every once in a while?" he asked. "And you'll be pulling me out of scrapes before you know it..."

he put his hand on her shoulder and then suddenly drew her into a hug. "Thats what being partners is about. Watching eachother's backs and making sure eachother are safe. And more than that too. Making sure the other can handle the job."

He let he and looked down at her. "And theres no need to play covers anymore so.." he put his arm around her and started walking along the rail. "In my dream I was a paladin you know. Asking for permission to take an acolyte as a lover." he shook his head. "I wonder what drug that was, must have been pretty powerful, because.. well.. you're not an acolyte in a religious order and I'm not a paladin."
 
The hug was definitely what Cynthia needed. All the tension of acting, of being on her guard, melted away. She had in fact been still trying to avoid feeling up til that point, but had not realized it since it was leaking through anyways. Now though she relaxed, and that wired sensation she had not been eased by the ocean was now released by the embrace.

For Cynthia the hug was too short, but when Josh put his arm around her freely she was able to let it me. As they started to walk Cynthia realized just how blurred the line between the act and her own feelings got just before their vacation was abruptly cut short. It was nice to be sure of something. "Permission?" she asked with humor in her voice. "I suppose that explains to apologetic tone," she started to smirk then yawned. Something always had to interrupt it seemed.
 
He stopped and looked at her. "Well, then, I see I do remember some of what happened." he started walking again and sighed. The night had been a confused mess and he would never have the full story. "So I said that and yes your words earlier suggest it wasn't inappropriate. Or you think it was just drugged dream talk and has nothing to do with his I feel."

He kept walking until they reached the end of the rail and looked out over the sea. "You'll have to tell which of those it is. For the save of the report... and because it wasn't just dream talk." His arm tightened around her momentarily as he looked at her every skill he could bring to bare dedicated to keeping the nervousness he felt off of his features.
 
Cynthia wasn't really paying attention to where they were walking. Instead she was looking at Josh as he talked, realizing how glad she was to have this while at the same time realizing that she had caused things to be lopsided, though quite by accident. When they stopped at the railing had to scold herself as she almost made a sarcastic comment. It was her nerves, but it still was ver out of place.

Instead Cynthia smiled up at Josh. "I really could care less about the report. I would have preferred talking about your dreams on the balcony with dinner, but I suppose that's going to have to wait a while now." Cynthia touched the arm he had around her. Not only did he somehow make her feel safe, but wanted as well. "I would have been disappointed if it was just the drugs talking. Maybe I was even a little afraid it was. Because then I wouldn't really know what you were really saying to me on the beach. I don't know when it stopped being an act, but I at least know I wasn't falling for the cover."
 
"You're better than that." he said. "Confusing the cover for the agent is a rookie mistake." he teased. "But then so is falling for your partner." he sighed. "We're going to have to tell daddy but that can happen after dinner." silence followed as he stood there with her, then turning and putting both arms around her he gently pressed his lips into her forehead. "And I don't means navy dinner tonight before he board the transport, I mean dinner in New York before he head back to LA. I have something unique planned as a thank you for getting me off that ship."

He pulled away and took her arm. :But for now we should get ready to go. Our things will be arriving from the resort soon and we don't want to keep the British waiting."
 
They say that Las Vegas is the city that never sleeps, but New York was much older and in Cynthia's mind much more active. After all Vegas was just one big show, New York was the real deal. There were a thousand ways to hide here, a hundred different lives you could start, it was the place of dead ends and new beginnings.

Cynthia really needed to lay off recalling her old diary entries on her first trip to New York. At least this time coming to the city she wasn't an angry, depressed teenager with her sister. Glancing over at her partner, Cynthia smirked. "You seriously want me to fly this? What's the game?" Looking away from her partner, Chnthia looked at the helicopter again. She was going to enjoy this game!
 
"I'll be right next to you, and yes, you'll fly it to say.... liberty island." he said with a smile. "And then I'll tell you the next step to finding out what else is planned." he said. "And while we're here you will tell me what the most well guarded place in new york was during world war 2, and still one of them today." he added. "If you know you know, if you don't you probably won't guess."

He ran a hand affectionately over the nose of the aircraft then looked at Cynthia. "And once you've told me that... Well then the date starts." an actual date, he never though he'd call anything he ever did one of those, but here he was, on a date with his partner. "Because this is one of those."
 
Cynthia grinned and got up into the helicopter. "That sounds like the best part," she told him as she started a pre-flight check. Half way though she glanced over at Josh. "I think I forgot something while on the island." It was getting back into playing these games of Josh's that in fact reminded Cynthia of something they'd both likely had forgotten about with everything else that was going on. It wasn't important in the grand scheme of things, but none the less she still wanted to see it finished.

"I'll tell you when we land. I've got to see if I can figure out where the most guarded place in New York is." And try to fly. Precheck finished, Cynthia took a breath and then got them in the air. Knowledge versus practice caused the stability to be not optimal, but Cynthia was trying to do her best without needing Josh's assistance. It was good to know he was there if she needed him though. "Next stop, Liberty Island..."
 
Josh put his hands behind his head and with the headphones securely over his ears leaned back in his seat. "Its a shame all the old building are overshadowed theses days." he said looking at the city below them. "We'll have to come back here sometime but I'm afraid you're choosing the next vacation as promised." he looked at her and smiled again "You're doing great by the way just remember you can ask if needed."

He turned towards the blue before them and sighed, it wasn't that he was a nervous passenger he just liked the feel of the controls beneath his fingers and not being the one flying was a unusual for him.
 
"Thanks, but I think I'm okay," Cynthia said as she continued along, aiming for the harbor. In the distance stood the Statue of Liberty. A beacon of hope to not just those that immigrated to the country, but to people across the country and even around the world. Maybe not for everyone, but for enough.

As they got to the island, Cynthia looked for the landing pad and once she did she started to decrease their altitude. This was the most difficult part, and while she didn't doubt she could land... "If we want this in one piece, I should get some help I think." She didn't look at Josh, her attention on the task at hand, but she was grinning all the same.
 
He leaned forwards and put his hands on the controls, then rethought and looked at her, leaning across and putting his hand on hers. "You're doing good." hr guided her hand making slight adjustments in this very unusual landing. "Take us down slowly and.... keep us level and..." the skis touched the helipad and they were down. "There we go you didn't really need my help." he said turning off the engines and taking off his headphones before and reaching over to give her hand a squeeze. "Now where was it?"
 
Cynthia was grinning ear to ear once they landed. There was something very exciting about accomplishing something difficult the first time. She looked over at Josh, the the brief joy shining through.

Taking off her headphones and running a hand through her hair she became more thoughtful, then finally shrugged. "Not a clue. I tried to think if I had a clue, but I can't really say I do. Not especially since you said it wasn't easy to guess. I imagine it had strategic importance, and something that is still important. So what am I, and millions of tourist and citizens over looking. Or is it just the tourists?"
 
"They're overlooking, and overwalking, you just overflew it." he said as a tease before undoing his harness and stepping out of the aircraft. "Under grand central theres the generators that kept the economy of most of the eastern rain network going. And there were german spies caught planning to add sand to the grease to sabotage them, and they're right there under everyone's noses." he smiled at her offering her his arm and thinking. "If would have to be in one of the lockers.. I don't think you'd bring it up if it were a piece of clothing or camera or sighting like that, so lets go for you tell me what you left."

Two for two.. though she still hadn't guessed the date.
 
Cynthia took his arm and thought about what he said. It made a lot of sense, and reminded her that one needed to look at the underside of a situation from time to time. The bright and shiny obvious objective was not always the more powerful.

"The Swiss Government," she told him in response to his question as they walked away from the helicopter, while at the same time wondering just why they were here. "It couldn't be a private corporation or billionaire. There's was too much politics and not enough business going on for that. They wouldn't be as tolerant of criminals running around either. They'd be there of course, but not doing business like selling out someone there. It couldn't be a 3rd World country, no one would trust them, but it couldn't be a big county like the US, China, Russia or Britian. An emerging country even seemed unlikely, and there was the emphasis on nutrality. It was almost a given the way you talked about it."

Cynthia smirked, she knew she was right, but she wanted to know what clues she might have missed.
 
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