Free Black Hawk Day Rewind: An action packed spy thriller (Mark Savannah Espionage Series Book 1) by Dominick Fencer, Baibin Nighthawk Page A
Authors: Dominick Fencer, Baibin Nighthawk
having bumped into him.
26
Savannah arrived in Washington a day and a half later, the first thing he did was send the VHS tapes to Sofia from the airport.
He went to the toilet and activated his smartphone on Pavel’s secure line and sent the message, “Digitrevenant69, books for you incoming, weather in Washington today is gloomy.”
“QRV-Digitrevenant69, the hard drive was a breeze.”
“QRX in the afternoon.”
“QSL later.” both ended their transmissions.
Pavel and Mark had fun transmitting part of their messages in Q code, but more out of habit than a real need; the code was commonly used by amateur radio operators and consequently was well known and so they enjoyed themselves.
The line was completely secure and Pavel was convinced that it was even safer than those used by the CIA after having performed several hacker tests on its security levels himself: no one had ever been able to crack the data line that he had built using innovative criteria, and checked and updated daily.
Mark left the airport, rented a car and went straight to Langley; he wanted to sleep in the city and arrive on time for the 8:30 appointment at CIA headquarters, so he got a room at the Holiday Inn, had a shower and ordered room service, then suddenly it occurred to him that he had to call Elizabeth.
“Elizabeth, hello, how are you?”
“I'm fine, thank you. Where are you? Why haven’t you called me before now? You didn't even send an e-mail.”
“I told you that I would be very busy...I'm still in Washington and will be busy for a while. The conference is over but I agreed to visit some patients at the psychiatric hospital, they need a second opinion. I'll be here for another week.”
“I understand of course,” replied Elizabeth coldly, “but I had hoped to hear from you earlier. You don't miss me; that is clear to me. You're always distant and now you're actually far away from me, tell me what can I expect from you? It's stupid to talk like this to you on the phone so many miles away…without looking into your eyes, but I believed we had something. It obviously wasn’t the same for you.”
“Elizabeth...”
“Please, let me speak. You’re a specialist in human behavior, and that makes me laugh, considering the way you behave. What's wrong with me? You don’t love me, Mark; and you show it all the time, whether you say it or not.”
“So what do you want?” asked Savannah, remaining calm.
“I'm asking you, Mark, not play games with me because I no longer want to play.”
“I don’t know Elizabeth. You've done nothing wrong but I don’t love you; that's the truth. I like you a lot but…”
“But it’s not enough...”
“Well…” Mark kept on talking, “In fact, you don’t show overwhelming passion yourself, I think that the rational part of our brains is managing our relationship and is in full control. I think we both bargained that we could do away with the emotional problems. I’m not sure…but I know I need to feel shivers flowing down my spine to feel alive.”
“Stop it Mark, or else you’ll be giving me a lecture on sexual chemistry and I really don’t want to hear it. Call me when you get back to London. I don’t like to leave loose ends like this; I want to speak to you over a cup of coffee, not over the phone. Goodbye.”
Elizabeth hung up without letting Mark reply.
“Elizabeth, I don’t love you, but no matter what you call love, you just want someone to complete your life, a husband who will look after your welfare.” Savannah said to himself, and at that moment he felt something like a sense of liberation, then he fell asleep exhausted from the trip.
27
Colonel F. Braxter and his Deputy, J. Randles, were already in the meeting room on the second floor of the west wing when Mark entered the room eight minutes ahead of the scheduled meeting.
“Savannah, did you have a good trip?” asked Braxter.
“Yes, thank you, sir. I had no problem at the
26
Savannah arrived in Washington a day and a half later, the first thing he did was send the VHS tapes to Sofia from the airport.
He went to the toilet and activated his smartphone on Pavel’s secure line and sent the message, “Digitrevenant69, books for you incoming, weather in Washington today is gloomy.”
“QRV-Digitrevenant69, the hard drive was a breeze.”
“QRX in the afternoon.”
“QSL later.” both ended their transmissions.
Pavel and Mark had fun transmitting part of their messages in Q code, but more out of habit than a real need; the code was commonly used by amateur radio operators and consequently was well known and so they enjoyed themselves.
The line was completely secure and Pavel was convinced that it was even safer than those used by the CIA after having performed several hacker tests on its security levels himself: no one had ever been able to crack the data line that he had built using innovative criteria, and checked and updated daily.
Mark left the airport, rented a car and went straight to Langley; he wanted to sleep in the city and arrive on time for the 8:30 appointment at CIA headquarters, so he got a room at the Holiday Inn, had a shower and ordered room service, then suddenly it occurred to him that he had to call Elizabeth.
“Elizabeth, hello, how are you?”
“I'm fine, thank you. Where are you? Why haven’t you called me before now? You didn't even send an e-mail.”
“I told you that I would be very busy...I'm still in Washington and will be busy for a while. The conference is over but I agreed to visit some patients at the psychiatric hospital, they need a second opinion. I'll be here for another week.”
“I understand of course,” replied Elizabeth coldly, “but I had hoped to hear from you earlier. You don't miss me; that is clear to me. You're always distant and now you're actually far away from me, tell me what can I expect from you? It's stupid to talk like this to you on the phone so many miles away…without looking into your eyes, but I believed we had something. It obviously wasn’t the same for you.”
“Elizabeth...”
“Please, let me speak. You’re a specialist in human behavior, and that makes me laugh, considering the way you behave. What's wrong with me? You don’t love me, Mark; and you show it all the time, whether you say it or not.”
“So what do you want?” asked Savannah, remaining calm.
“I'm asking you, Mark, not play games with me because I no longer want to play.”
“I don’t know Elizabeth. You've done nothing wrong but I don’t love you; that's the truth. I like you a lot but…”
“But it’s not enough...”
“Well…” Mark kept on talking, “In fact, you don’t show overwhelming passion yourself, I think that the rational part of our brains is managing our relationship and is in full control. I think we both bargained that we could do away with the emotional problems. I’m not sure…but I know I need to feel shivers flowing down my spine to feel alive.”
“Stop it Mark, or else you’ll be giving me a lecture on sexual chemistry and I really don’t want to hear it. Call me when you get back to London. I don’t like to leave loose ends like this; I want to speak to you over a cup of coffee, not over the phone. Goodbye.”
Elizabeth hung up without letting Mark reply.
“Elizabeth, I don’t love you, but no matter what you call love, you just want someone to complete your life, a husband who will look after your welfare.” Savannah said to himself, and at that moment he felt something like a sense of liberation, then he fell asleep exhausted from the trip.
27
Colonel F. Braxter and his Deputy, J. Randles, were already in the meeting room on the second floor of the west wing when Mark entered the room eight minutes ahead of the scheduled meeting.
“Savannah, did you have a good trip?” asked Braxter.
“Yes, thank you, sir. I had no problem at the
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