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disrespect. “Nice to meet you,” he added.
    Time
to behave Gates, he told himself. His country was on thin ice as it was. What
had Fitzgibbon said, be diplomatic. He must remember that. He held out his hand
and took the older man in a tight grasp, before letting go.
    “I
hope your flight was not too rough?” Vladimir appeared to be pained but made
the mandatory pleasantries. After all he was Director. He had to set an example
for proper conduct.
    “I’ve
had worse,” he admitted truthfully.
    “Agent
Gates I’d like you to meet Elena Ivanova,” Mishkin introduced. “She will be
your agency liaison during your stay in Russia. Any questions or complaints are
to be directed through her.”
    Elena
came forward. He could smell her flowery perfume as it filled his nostrils. She
was short compared to him, standing several inches shorter than his six foot
and was at the same eye level as Vladimir Mishkin who looked like a Hobbit,
short and hairy. Lucas glanced down at her shoes, no not wearing killer heels
some women chose, knowing full well what they did to their legs as they
suffered through the pain, just suitable ones for a person expected to be on
their feet for hours at a time, a sensible woman. He liked that. Elena Ivanova also
rose in his estimations.
    Elena
shook his hand. “How do you do?” she said in perfect English, with only a
slight accent. She had been trained well and he knew from experience with the
CIA’s liaison officers that it would not be the only language she knew. Many
were expected to know at least enough to get by of all the major languages of
the world.
    Close
up he could now see her grey eyes were quite light, almost cold looking but the
welcoming smile on her face was at odds to her eyes.
    Lucas
smiled back. “A pleasure.”
    “Well
Agent Gates I will leave you in Agent Ivanova’s hands,” Mishkin said before
exiting the room.
    “Thank
you.”
    He
turned his full attention to the beauty in front of him. Elena wasn’t thin by
Hollywood standards back home. No, she had some meat on her, something for a
man to grab hold of. Her light colored hair was pulled back off her face in a
no nonsense chignon. Her cheek bones were prominent, giving her facial
structure an unusual look, one that would guarantee she got more than one
passing glance by the male of the species.  
    “Please
follow me Agent Gates,” she said, her accent sending shivers down his spine.
    “Please
call me Lucas.”
    Elena
nodded. “Very well Lucas. You may address me as Elena.”
    “Elena,”
he said, letting her name roll of his tongue, tasting it.
    Lucas
followed Elena down some more corridors, his full attention on the sway of her
hips. It wasn’t exaggerated as many women did when they knew a man was behind
them but they still rocked side to side as they accommodated her long fast
strides. He yanked his gaze from her hips and admittedly her ass, to look
inside some of the open office doors as they walked past.
    The
little worker bees were hard at work buried under mountains of documents. He
could hear the drone of an overworked agent in the room up ahead. As they
passed by he glanced into the room and saw the agent in charge giving
instructions to a group of about ten men telling them about the mission they
would soon be going on. Lucas knew the sight well as he had been in the same
position as the man many times before, so the language barrier was
non-existent.
    He
leaned close to Elena and asked, “What mission are they about to impart on?”
    He
watched as her eyes widened, surprise again on her face and wondered if he
would ever stop surprising her. Not likely, he thought. Their techniques would
be too different, too varied. He saw the question forming on her lips and he
shook his head.
    “No,
the only other language I speak is body language.”
    “Oh,”
she nodded. “Well your spot on, the agent is telling his men about his
informant that advised him that the mafiya has a shipment coming in on