The recruiter a thriller, p.28
The Recruiter: A Thriller, page 28
Now, at the couple’s table facing the inhuman giant at the coffee shop, when she already internalized that a physical altercation between them was unavoidable, she knew that the tactical basis for succeeding against him was to make sure to maintain a certain physical distance from him at all times. A distance which needed to be larger than the range of his limbs and which will allow her to pull out at the moment of truth the appropriate fighting means she held, as well as to activate all the technical and psychological elements she was intending to send his way.
However, at this stage another unplanned factor appeared on the local scene.
In the corner of her eye, she identified the unfamiliar thin and tall woman in the doorway of the coffee shop, and in a quick review of her appearance she intuitively estimated that she was a type of fighter.
Despite pointing out to herself she had never seen her in her life and didn’t have the slightest idea who she was, something in her face and the way she stood at the door of the coffee shop seemed familiar and even likeable to her in a way she couldn’t explain.
With her keen senses and phenomenal eyesight, she managed to notice the limp, almost undistinguishable to a normal eye, which characterized her as she entered the coffee shop, a fact which flipped a tiny fragment of memory in her mind, but to her detriment she couldn’t develop it enough to draw any additional logical conclusions about it.
For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of total emotional sympathy towards a stranger, and this fact, despite it pounding into her consciousness split seconds before she was about to go into battle, registered in her mind as a surprising element.
But then the unexpected happened when the strange woman shouted the name ‘Rachel’ at her.
Her surprising shout brought on two results, both significantly diminishing the built-in tactical advantage she had constructed step by step in the past few minutes.
The first result was that the name ‘Rachel’ hit her from the inside in a way she could not explain to herself, as if a mysterious hand lowered a 5 kilo sledgehammer on her head.
The second result was just as bad for her, since for an unexplained reason it caused her giant opponent to actually resume his composure and focus.
She suddenly identified that same wild, aggressive and lethal tenacity in his eyes, which resembled a trained assault dog who just received from his owner the code word which meant to attack.
But no occurrence from everything she saw so far prepared her for the next swift twist, in which she was already getting ready for the physical contact with the hulk’s menacing pair of hands, which were coming at her face in an alarming manner.
The threatening giant suddenly froze in his place, when to her astonishment she saw the knife gleaming in the light, completely embedded in his neck, terminally and in an unforeseen manner ending the wild and violent struggle she planned for in the minutes prior.
Her eyes quickly searched for the thrower of the knife, and instantly located the executing object as the objective of their joint seduction operation.
He stood on the other side of the open window outside the coffee shop, while her entire being was thanking him and appreciating him at the same time for the perfect timing of his nearly surgical, precise and perfect action.
Seconds earlier she managed to identify another hostile factor, one she wasn’t wise to identify during her conversation with the giant, in the form of the older woman with the trendy straw hat who was sitting behind him throughout their conversation.
She realized in no time that this additional woman was his partner, and her body language told her that this older woman, suddenly exposed as a quick to move fighter, was about to now harm her.
In split seconds she already connected all the complementary data into the understanding that this was probably that same sadistic midget woman, who is most likely an expert on costumes and the visual change of appearance, who tried to deliberately inflict pain on her at the sado parlor.
However, before Lea had the chance to use any warfare techniques against the full-bodied figure, she already identified Dana, her operational ally, who was disguised as a waitress in the coffee shop, eliminating her from behind using the thin steel wire in the old, reliable and slightly archaic sentinel technique.
Now that as far as she was concerned the mission was complete, all she had left to do was to switch off the overall light switch, when as the character of the warrior in the current scenario was now in her complete control in the form of a tiny switch connected to her wristwatch.
Under the cover of the instant darkness that prevailed in the area she secretly slipped out of the coffee shop, quickly integrating herself in the movement of the pedestrians walking along the brightly-lit Tel Aviv street, leaving behind her the dark commotion that up until a few seconds ago she was at its center.
Her analytical, sharp and focused mind worked calmly as the realization rapidly penetrated her consciousness.
She hurried to send Dana a text message on her mobile in which she asked her: “Is the tall woman standing at the doorway our girl who was supposedly held captive by the Razal Borge organization?”
The response came in a few seconds and without any details: “Affirmative.”
She tried to exert all of her memory cells in an attempt to understand what was the reason, that precisely the calling of the name ‘Rachel’ by the strange woman caused her an emotional shock she never felt before.
But she could not remember anything else beyond the first memory of her life, in which the scenario of the sexual assault she experienced in the Jordanian desert took place, and that after which she joined the American Rangers unit for a while.
Later on, she remembered she was legally adopted by the family of the American ambassador to Jordan, and she was officially given the name ‘Lea.’
However, she never knew to answer the question of what was her given birth name, who were her parents or family, where she lived and how she came to have such complete control of the Hebrew language.
Even then, during the first days of adjusting to the situation which seemed new and unfamiliar, she tried to understand where in fact her life originally began.
But after she came up with nothing on the matter, she decided to remain in the area where she felt comfortable and invest her entire life and being into the uncompromising battle against women traffickers wherever they may be.
Over the years that passed since then, she succeeded in finishing high school and enlist into the American Federal Unit for the war against human trafficking, learned to meditate, and before every action she would withdraw inwards, and concentrate her entire being on the essence of the object with which she was about to face.
Time and time again this method helped her vanquish her ruthless opponents, who collapsed at her feet with the look of surprise on their lifeless faces.
She delivered a quick message to Dana, the head of the Israeli unit, asking her whether she needed anything else from her.
Dana on her side stared at the message she received from her American ally, while her brain was already mapping the next creative idea.
She was well aware of the fact that the kind of creativity she was planning right now to be carried out in the near future, was bordering the grey line of right and wrong, but something inside her was already operating uncontrollably.
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David looked curiously at Shlomit, the slender woman in front of him, and his mind was trying to comprehend what is the connection of the sister of the woman he fell in love with to the entire lethal commotion which took place here the night before.
From the way she indirectly returned his knife to him he immediately concluded that she was probably in on things but didn’t understand why she pointed out to him that his beloved was “probably her sister” the way she explicitly said right now.
He couldn’t comprehend the logic behind the expression “probably,” and all the search engines in his mind tried to locate whether he knew any Rachel, whose name could shed some light on the trigger which caused the start of the storm.
He tried to walk the path she lay down for him a moment earlier, when he asked her why she chose to say that Rachel was probably her sister.
She looked at him in silence for a long while, when finally, she mumbled to him in a lowered voice, that only Dana was the one who could probably fill in all the missing pieces of information for him.
David, who just now first heard the name Dana, didn’t say anything, just continued to look at her, his brain trying to process the new information and build the renewed puzzle in its updated version.
He left the store, and with the new order he now constructed in his head he understood that right now there are four women involved in the organization for which he was working.
The first one was the one he fell in love with who’s name as far as he was concerned was Rachel, the second was Isabella the beautiful, intelligent Italian model, who was suddenly revealed as the organization’s cold hearted killer, the third is that same mysterious Dana who he hasn’t met yet, but now realized she was the one probably supervising over the entire operation, and the last is Shlomit, the thin shoe saleswoman he just met and who is probably the sister of the one he fell in love with.
Slightly complicated, he thought to himself as he walked towards his all-terrain vehicle which was parked nearby.
He sat for a long while in the driver’s seat of the silent car, his hands on the wheel and his gaze pinned on the horizon, while his mind was now working in the only direction which truly bothered him.
All his attention was now focused on the way in which he could once again get close to the Jane Doe he just rescued a few hours ago from the hands of the weird giant and who once again disappeared from under his nose as if she was swallowed by the earth.
The ringtone of an incoming text returned him to reality, and he was happy to see that the message came from Isabella.
He had long wanted to meet with her and renew their profound heart to heart conversations, like they used to have when they worked together on the set of filming the commercial not long ago.
Now that he realized that she shares her time between Italy and Israel as a professional fighter of the organization, to which he was temporarily recruited for recently, he was even happier for his acquaintance with her since he hoped that through her he will be able to somehow get closer to the object of his yearning.
“I have a tempting offer for you, from someone who is most interested in you,” the message read. David read the message several times, feeling his heart rate accelerating and his blood pressure soaring.
“You’ve read my mind dear,” he texted immediately, while feeling the joy filling his entire being with cold sweat wetting his sideburns.
“If so, you know the way to the new parlor you and I are partners in. There will be a surprise waiting for you there in the game room,” the final message flickered in front of his joyful eyes, as he now admitted to himself that he would have given everything he owns for this kind of surprise.
His movements became rapid and impatient out of concern he will miss out on the one-time opportunity that had presented itself and felt as if the car had turned itself on before he uncontrollably raced towards the parlor. His mind was now emptied from any thought and the blood rushed to his temples threatening to blow up his head from the excitement.
He now felt a great deal of satisfaction from the fact that even Isabella, his secret ally, the personal motivation of whom he could not quite fully understand, is working with him parallel to his wishes and desires in order to help him realize the way to the heart of the woman who bewitched him with her presence.
The awareness that up until now, he didn’t have the opportunity to have an intimate conversation with her, or alternatively to meet her face to face, didn’t leave his consciousness for a moment.
He hurried into the control room where he once again met the one with the Russian accent who looked at him with a radiating smile, and while gesturing to the window which looked completely dark to him, signaled him to come in and sit next to him.
He turned off the lights in the control room and complete darkness prevailed around, highlighting the green and red control lights which flickered in front of his eyes on the electronic control board.
Immediately after his eyes have grown accustomed to the darkness, he could notice her standing just like before stretched and erect, her arms lifted towards the ceiling, however this time as a silhouette in a room which was almost completely dark, and only dim lighting on its sides reflected a dark light in the shades of red and orange onto her image.
“These are the lighting instructions I received this time,” perhaps explained or apologized the one with the Russian accent in a subtle smile.
David did not respond to the comment, only continued sitting enchanted staring at the display before him, his face sealed, and his gaze pinned on her image without being able to take his eyes of her.
As you can probably notice, despite the limited lighting, this time she’s not wearing anything, therefore, although you lack experience in our line of work, I suggest you act according to the principle of equality,” the Russian added in a low and quiet voice.
David rose from his chair, and while descending in the direction of the booth with the double doors he felt the pounding of his heart like heavy duty hammers inside his chest, his breath almost being taken away from excitement and anticipation.
He felt as if he was floating when he entered the large and dim room, in the center of which she was now standing like a type of unattainable divine temple.
He walked towards her quietly, taking off his clothes and throwing them on the floor as he advanced, his bare feet feeling the cold floor and due to the heavy darkness in the place he couldn’t figure out whether she was facing him or that her back turned.
He neared her in small steps heel to toe, as if afraid to reach her and by that to end the magical scenario he was in.
Deep inside him he thanked Isabella for her cooperation, which helped to bring about the situation where he finally obtained the woman of his dreams despite all the hurdles, difficulties and uncertainty.
His hands shaking with excitement lightly touched her fragrant hair and then fluttered slightly touching her neck and smooth shoulder.
With his remaining consciousness he now internalized that she was standing with her back to him as he brought his body closer to her, closing his eyes and feeling her raised arms, sensing the tension of her wrists that were tied in the leather straps surrounding them.
He could feel her heavy breathing and her round tantalizing breast, heaving like waves deep in the ocean, making him realize the feeling of joy derived from their sexual excitement was mutual.
His hands slid to the lower part of her body, arousing and sparking the primal and uncontrollable instinct of the innate human longing to come together as one physical entity.
Their shared sexual interaction accompanied by her feminine vocal moan, suddenly squeezed all the energy stored in his body, causing him to become completely dizzy.
He now held on to her tightly trying to stabilize himself in the dark and pleasure filled space, in which he suddenly lost all special orientation like a drowning man clinging to the last piece of board that could still prevent him from diving into the depths.
He could now feel her heart beating when he clung to her from behind, his arms embracing her smooth body as their entire being united as one.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” he mumbled in Hebrew in the quietest voice he could produce by his vocal cords straight into the narrow opening of her ear, recreating the fact he remembered from the last threesome encounter on the beach, when he internalized that although she was American, she understood Hebrew.
“Me too,” he heard her whisper in Hebrew into the air.
He tightened his grip on her from behind, her smooth and round buttocks now pressed against his loins, savoring each second of the heavenly bonding, as he heard her adding in a whisper: “I am sure that despite everything we will complete each other.”
For a moment David froze in his place, his relaxed, satisfied mind came to life again, thinking about the pair of words “despite everything,” when the inevitable realization struck him like lightening.
Her high level of intelligence which instantly realized his understanding of reality, when he heard her whispering to him: “I have no doubt that you really wouldn’t want to know that the woman you have been attracted to for quite some time and in such intensity, is no more than a simple prostitute.”
Suddenly he wanted to disengage from her at once, but an unexplainable force caused him to continue embracing her from behind.
In fact, he only now noticed for the first time that she was shorter and smaller from what he remembered or perhaps imagined to himself. Just like the way he saw her then, wet and naked through the screen of steam in the hotel’s shower.
“If so, you indeed speak Hebrew Isabella,” he whispered to her in a metallic voice.
“From now on you can call me Dana,” she added to him in a whisper as he felt her head turning at his direction.
He felt drained and tired like after a battle inside a typhoon storm, as the blows kept landing on his head one after the other.
He now realized the whole picture but was surprised by his inner feeling that instead of sensing anger by the fact he understood he was manipulated from the get-go like a puppet on a string both in the operational as well as in the emotional aspects, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of hidden admiration towards her.
“I take my hat off to you for the maneuvers and sophisticated tactics of your actions,” he said to her out loud, attempting to break the erotic silence that prevailed between them until now.
