The New Kid on the Block~chapter 10

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Illya Kuryakin sat alone, reading the dossier on Josef Oystracher when he snapped his fingers, coming up with an idea to get those parallel lines to intersect.

He pulled his communicator. "Open channel F."

Napoleon was just about to put away his cigarette case, still standing behind the palm tree, when its warble called him.

"Solo here."

"Napoleon, I think our assignments are about to connect. We have discovered that it is THRUSH at the heart of the counterfeiting operation as they have put their signature logo as a mark on the fake bills, the club at which you and April are staying may to be the source of the funny money, as it has had little problems with counterfeit bills."

"You're correct in your assumption chum. I've had a meeting with the club owner and he's all but confirmed the operation is here, but there's something else going on. What, I don't know yet. I'm to meet with the THRUSH representative tomorrow, as I've offered, or I should say Johnny Dio has offered to back their operation, for a good return."

"The owner of the club is I believe as a low level mobster, part of the Ukrainian mafia that has established itself in Brooklyn, he has ties to Meyer Lansky from what I understand." Illya confirmed.

"So Thrush is in bed with the mob, just not the Sicilian kind. La Cosa Nostra mustn't know about this yet, otherwise there would have already have been a bloodbath, if they do get wind of it, there'll definitely be some sort of vendetta and we don't want to be around when that happens."

"That is an understatement my friend. Once you have your meeting with Thrush contact me, as I have an idea to shake things up a bit. How is April?"

"She's doing fine, though she's not happy with the sleeping arrangements."

"Oh...OH? One bed I presume."

"Yes. I think accounting has a new dilemma to straighten out." Napoleon chuckled.

"Napoleon, you will behave yourself, yes?

"Moi, but of course." He could practically see the Russian's eyes rolling.

"Please watch out for her Napoleon. Kuryakin out."

Napoleon tucked his cigarette case into his jacket pocket, suddenly feeling odd that Illya seemed more concerned about April Dancer enough to voice it. That wasn't like the Russian.

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April stepped out from the ladies dressing room wrapped in a plush white terrycloth robe provided by the hotel, she slipped from it, leaving it draped across a marble bench alongside the rather large heated pool. She was alone and could see steam rising from the water, that appeared azure blue from the tiles lining the pool beneath. The decor, like the rest of the hotel was lavish, with marble Corinthian columns surrounding the pool itself, the flooring was shining black marble.

She walked to the far end of the pool to the steps at the shallow end and walked down slowly, adjusting the top of her very small bikini, making sure plenty of cleavage was showing for the camera she'd noted was mounted in one corner of the ceiling.

There was simply no place to hide a weapon on her scantily clothed body, but she did have her seemingly innocent charm bracelet on her left wrist, and each one of those charms was an explosive or a smoke bomb.

Stepping down slowly into the water until it was at shoulder level; she began to swim effortlessly the full length, then back again. April stopped a while, holding onto the side of the wall while kicking gently with her legs.

"Hello there," a voice spoke behind her.

She turned with a girlish smile, reeking of innocence. "Hello there yourself."

The blond man dressed in bathing trunks knelt beside her. "I am Y̆osyp Oystracher, the owner of this casino.

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Oystracher, my name is Christina...um, Ivanova." She realized they hadn't chosen a surname for her cover, and given Oystracher was a Ukrainian name, she opted with a Slavic one just to catch his attention even more..

"Ivanova... is that Ukrainian or Russian?" He smiled, slipping down into the water beside her.

Here is where she figured Illya's tutorial would pay off or not. "Moya semʹya Russkaya."

"A moskvich ya slyshu. Mne ochenʹ priyatno vstretitʹsya s vami, i yestʹ takaya prekrasnaya zhenshchina moyey milosti uchrezhdeniya_ah a Muscovite I hear. It is a pleasure to meet you, and to have such a lovely woman grace my establishment."

"Why thank you Mr. Oystracher, I'm really enjoying myself so far.

"Call me Joey...if I may, Christina? Perhaps you would care to join me in the bar for drinks after your swim?"

"Oh how kind of you, but my boyfriend might not approve."

"Your, boyfriend? I see no boyfriend here, surely you're a big girl and can have an innocent drink without getting consent?"

April nodded, seeing this as an opportunity to possibly get information out of the man.

"You're right, he's probably off gambling anyway. Just give me a few moments to go change and I'll meet you downstairs at the bar in say...twenty minutes."

"Excellent decision, and I will await your arrival with anticipation." He took her hand, kissing it.

April swam to the steps, making sure Oystracher got the full view, her wet bathing suit clinging to her skin, leaving little to the imagination. She picked up her robe, putting it on slowly and gave him a little wave before leaving.

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Napoleon waited patiently for his female partner to return, he'd changed into a pair of grey silk pajama and black silk robe and was sitting, sipping a glass of champagne that he'd ordered from room service. He'd already searched the room for the bugs, and confirmed their presence, but dared not disable them as that might give things away.

He jotted down a note, placing it in a book of poetry ready to hand to April as she arrived, and he looked up as he heard the door unlock, immediately placing his right hand on his Walther that lay on the desk.

"Now, now darling it's only me, no need to shoot," she spoke loudly.

"Hi baby doll, I missed you. Here, I found this book of poems for you." He handed it to but not before turning on a radio that was on the desk. He upped the volume just in case he'd missed any of the bugs.

"Now aren't you getting downright classy Johnny?" The note read: "Have found bugs we need to keep up appearances."

She looked up at him with a huff as he winked, knowing he was alluding to the sleeping arrangements.

"We can talk,'he said, "The radio is covering our voices but we just need to watch what we say from now on...can't play the radio all the time."

"Lovely." She let drop her robe as she headed toward the closet ."Look, I have a date for a drink with the owner, so don't wait up for me.:

"Yowza yowza, " Napoleon smiled as the cooler air was having it's effect upon her as she stood in front of him in her bikini.

"Stop," she actually blushed, grabbing her clothes and heading into the bathroom.

She took a quick shower, then changed into a more modest beige ensemble, a cashmere off the shoulder sweater and a black pencil skirt, but she made sure to wear a pair of black stiletto heels as a complement the look. The last thing she grabbed was her small perfume atomizer, tucking into her leopard purse.

She stepped out of the bathroom, looking at Napoleon. "Oh by the way," she reached into her bag, tossing a stack full of money on the desk. "Here's my winnings. When I went to cash out a second time, the teller was told to give me the 'regular,' saying that you and I were guests of the boss. So I assume this is real, as the counterfeit money seemed to be kept in a different tellers drawer. Though there might be some of it when I cashed out the first time, those are the large bills."

Napoleon took the stacked cash from her, flipping the bills with his thumb, taking a glance at them. "And what is is you expect to get out of this little rendezvous?" He,asked, lifting pulling out a bill from the stack and examining it.

"I have a meeting arranged for tomorrow with their Thrush liaison after having a nice chat with Oystracher. They definitely have a counterfeiting operation going on with Thrush, but he hinted at something else, something bigger."

"Well maybe I can get him to tell me, after I work my feminine wiles on him," she smiled as she headed to the door.

"April be careful."

"Always dearest, this is my territory now...you know, girl things."

Napoleon sighed, wishing she'd work some of her feminine wiles on him...

Comments

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

"suddenly feeling odd that Illya seemed more concerned about April Dancer enough to voice it. That wasn't like the Russian." He he, Napoleon... Love April teasing him with her "feminine wiles"...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks, interesting set up huh? Hmmm which way will she go.... ah such difficult choices.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

"I think accounting has a new dilemma to straighten out' seems they finally came up with a way to loosen accounting belt.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

At least for April and Mark that is... :D Thanks.