Tavonovich #3 Dirty Wars

By Genie Driscoll

Take one vengeful Korean bent on destruction in the United Kingdom, one bomb at a time...throw in CI6 bent on bringing him down. Toss in Tavonovich who thinks the Korean is hiding a bigger threat and chaos erupts. CI6 need information but Tavonovich is not explaining. Instead she takes her information to the United States looking for the person who started all the problems and finds him hiding on a US Military base. Finding out that Tavonovich is in the USA leaves CI6 no alternative but to go to the US, join forces with the FBI and try and track her down before any more dead bodies are found and before the Koreans get revenge. Matt Brookes still has unfinished business with Vanessa Tavonovich. He works for CI6 and she is the head of Russian Intelligence. Their relationship is complicated for everyone. Including themselves. She is always 2 steps ahead of most Intelligence agencies around the world and she has fingers in all the pies. She wants the US Military traitor to come work for the SKVRR. Unfortunately he has already chosen sides and is not above killing Tavonovich to keep that deal solid.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Genie Driscoll
• Release date: Sep 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463330173

Genie Driscoll

I have been writing fiction and Poetry for the past 18 years, as a hobby.I am a genre writer, and I write Romance, science Fiction, fantasy, thrillers, humor, crime, drama and poetry. I love writing original Science fiction and Thrillers the most. I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoyed writing them. I have a few novel series and 3 Anthologies. The Romance Anthologies include all my Romances except Rebel Princess and my Spy Anthology Tavonovich will include all current and coming individual novels. All Royalties go to my favorite charities "St Judes Children's Cancer Hospital". Paralyzed Veterans of America and the Central California Food Bank

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Tavonovich

# 3 DIRTY WARS

Genie Driscoll

Copyright © 13 September 2018 Genie Driscoll

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# 1 The Beginning

# 2 Solaris

# 3 Enemies or Allies

# 4 Calm before the Storm

# 5 Enemy Within

Romance Anthology #1

Romance Anthology #2

Tavonovich Series

# 1 : International Intrigue

# 2 : Cocaine

# 3 : Dirty Wars

# 4 : Agent M.I.A

# 5 : Trouble in Paradise

# 6 : Into Africa

# 7 : Family Ties

Trubachev : Conflict of Interest

Neverland Romance

Earthdome Space Fleet

Time Leap

Time Guardians : Mission Primeval

Kissing Bandit

Rebel Princess

Sheriff of Coco Point

1.

Brooks sat in his kitchen; the six weeks since he’d come back from Russia had dragged past, the nightmares had receded into disturbed dreams and Siberia was now a surreal episode that could never have happened, it must have been the drugs, the urge for which was growing weaker by the day.

Reaching for the phone, Brooks dialed the number and hung up, this was the fourth time he’d gone through the same procedure. The knocking on the door brought Brooks out of his stupor, opening the door he was surprised to see Trent standing there. As he walked past he nodded, Brooks

Closing the door Brooks took a deep breath and waited for the argument to start. Mr. Trent what can I do for you?

Trent opened his coat and sat in the chair, Well for one you could come back to work and I think six weeks leave after nearly starting world war three is long enough.

Brooks stood there stunned, If I remember rightly I resigned and told you where to put your job and it wasn’t pretty. Brooks worried also if there was enough money left to pay back everything he had used.

Trent looked at Brooks, Yes well, everyone says things in the heat of the moment Mr. Brooks. Besides I instigated the deal in the first place and also your request of leave of absence due to injuries gained in the field was granted, your little side trip to Russia worked out well for all parties.

Brooks looked out of the window and scowled, If you include messing your life up a success. Then yes it was.

Trent sat on the settee and opened his coat, Yes but they say you can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs Trent looked around, Look she probably doesn’t hate you, you know.

Brooks turned from the window, So you know the mind of the head of Russian intelligence now?

Trent smiled slightly, No Mr. Brooks I don’t profess to know the mind of the head of Russian Intelligence, I do however know the mind of my niece

Brooks stopped dead and stared at him in shocked astonishment, Your niece?

Trent sighed, Yes and I would appreciate if it went no further

Brooks nodded, Of course. So other then to tell me not to beat myself up, why are you here?

Trent stood. I want you back in your office at 08:00 hours tomorrow. No exceptions I have another job for you, nothing too strenuous or dangerous. A walk in the park as our American cousins says.

A walk in the park? asked Matt.

Trent didn’t elaborate.

After Trent had left Matt sat on the windowsill and watched the traffic drive by his flat. Swinging one leg against the wall. Getting off he slipped a CD in the player and went back to the window, as the classical music filled the flat, he lit another cigarette. Watching as the traffic thinned and the lights came on he smiled, night was always his best time, the city became another animal at night as the pubs and clubs in town opened and the young and the beautiful came out to play.

Sitting there with his eyes closed he allowed the music to wash over him and soothe his mind.

Waking the next morning to the sound of horns beeping and traffic Matt slipped out of bed heading for the shower, washing his hair and shaving he picked up a bottle of aftershave, seeing the label he smiled. Walking to his bedroom Brooks opened his wardrobe and pulled out a charcoal grey suit, white shirt and matching tie. Dressing he slipped on his black shoes and left for work.

Taking the tube to Victoria, walking towards the river Matt passed Horse Guards, Downing Street with its anti-terrorist gates towards Parliament square, reaching Westminster Bridge he looked across the river, The London Eye spun slowly on its axle giving the tourists a view of London. Turning left matt headed towards work.

Approaching the building he felt a slight apprehension, walking up the steps and into the foyer he saw Shelby waiting for him, Welcome home Batman. ‘T’ asked me to give you this. Handing him a buff envelope, It contains your pass, your weapons license and a memo from ‘T’.

Batman? he asked puzzled.

Oh yes ….we all heard how you got out of Russia.

Matt reddened and realized he was in for some serious ribbing.

Matt took the envelope and opened it, taking the pass and license he slipped them in to his wallet, the memo he slipped into his pocket, signing in he turned to Shelby, If you’d like to lead the way.

Shelby grinned.

—oOo—

Matt’s hairs prickled on his neck suddenly as he heard movement in the next room. He and Ray were in a downtown warehouse where they were checking out a possible lead in what was happening currently in Bonn. Gripping his Glock 22 he inched towards the door. Matt leaned back against the wall, took a deep breath and leaned out the doorway with his gun pointing in front of him.

With a grey polo neck up to his chin, the gun holster empty but wrapped across his back, Ray slowly turned around and nearly dropped the gun in his hand when he saw the gun pointed at him. Hey, watch where you point that thing, I could have shot you, you know. He scowled in relief seeing Matt’s frame appear from the dark room.

Matt slowly lowered his gun as he eyes focused on his partner. Dressed in his favorite grey polo neck jersey, stone washed jeans and mean looking black Bronx. Sorry, he mumbled, this place gives me the jitters. I don’t like it one bit Ray. I feel as if the walls are watching us."

Ray nodded somberly, Yeah got the same feeling.

They have just come back from Germany where they had to identify remains from a small Lear that had exploded just before arriving at Bonn International. The remains being Agents 27 and 44, Mira Lane and Donald Turnbull who were escorting the Prime Minister’s Accountant to Bonn to attend an International Function. The German equivalent of CI6 was investigating the obvious terrorist attack and Trent had told them to come home. However they did get a lead that the gang might be in London.

London was covered in February snow. The trees stood barren in the road outside and a light dusting of snow covered their bare branches giving them a sentinel feel. Stark and dark against the grey sky.

The silence in the warehouse made it even more eerie. Ray walked over to the dark doorway and slowly leaned into the room. Matt? He asked, Let’s just leave this depressing place. No one is here, we have looked everywhere. It’s cold and dark. Maybe our lead was wrong.

Trent wants us back at HQ with a full report of what we find Ray. Empty warehouses are not what he is looking for.

Words rushed through his mind of what he thought of Trent, what he’d love to yell at him right now and vent his feelings about the past few months. But he kept silent. He still had not gotten past the new nickname everyone had given him and the damn red/blonde was just starting to fade into an unhappy memory of what had happened in Moscow.

Just then his cell phone rang, clicking it open he put it to his ear saying, Brooks?

Hey Batman, Shelby’s voice echoed over the waves, Trent wants to see you and Robin ASAP.

Matt chortled and replied, We were tired of looking for ghosts anyway Shelby. Tell the old buzzard we will be there in 10.

He clicked his phone off and turned to find Ray looking at him oddly. He grinned and said, Seems Trent wants Batman and Robin to get back to HQ yesterday.

Robin? asked Ray puzzled and then the light clicked on and he laughed. He holstered his weapon and smacked his left fist into his right palm snapping out, Holy Headquarters Batman, we forgot the red phone.

The pair laughed and exited out the warehouse and back to their car.

—oOo—

The black Nissan 200SX 2.0 Touring Coupe rolled to a stop outside the HQ building. Ray cut the engine just as Can’t get no Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones started on the radio. He turned in his seat and looked at his half-awake partner. Matt. He shook his by the arm and smiled as two blue eyes opened. He watched till they focused on him before he spoke. What must you remember in there? He asked as he nodded his head to the building.

Matt rubbed his hand over his face. Trent is always right and he signs our cheques.

Ray laughed. Right. Now no going off and shouting at the hand that feeds you.

—oOo—

The office looked the same as every day. People running from one desk to another holding from 1 paper to four folders under their arms. Novak looked up and at them and called out, Its Batman and Robin.

The office staff chortled and in return received scowls from both field agents.

Miss Novak, behave yourself, came a voice behind her. She turned away and looked at Trent, stony face swallowing back a grin saying, Aye Sir. Sorry Sir.

Mr. Douglass, Mr. Brooks. And Matt and Ray looked at the man standing before them. My office. He entered it and left the two men to follow him.

The Devil calls. Ray mumbled to his partner and walked to the room with his partner en-tow.

Matt grinned at Rose and followed his growling partner to the Boss’s office.

Close the door. Snapped Trent.

The two men sat down after the door was closed.

We received a call this morning from the morgue at All Saints Hospital. Late last night Scotland Yard’s Superintendent Eric Marshall was killed in an explosion.

Ray nodded. I heard about it this morning on the radio, he was the Top investigator for the Pembroke Commission. It was said that the explosion was caused by a car bomb, why would it concern CI6?

That is what was thought, but during the autopsy something was found that has them wondering about that statement. If you two would please have a look. He lifted a piece of paper from his desk and scanned his eyes over it. The person who phoned us was a Dr Watson. And no cracks from you Mr. Douglass.

Ray tried to keep his face straight but was having difficulty.

Yes Sir. The two operatives nodded simultaneously and left.

However outside of Trent’s office, Ray packed up and holding his sides laughed until he couldn’t laugh anymore.

Matt just sighed in resignation.

Rose asked, What’s so funny?

Matt replied, Ray has the giggles today.

He looked at his partner and with a straight expression said, right Sherlock, shall we go.

Ray laughed harder and stumbled down the passage.

Matt grinned and followed behind.

—oOo—

A long passage led into the morgue at All Saints Hospital, the air cold and smelling sterile to the definition.

They reached the office at the first corner and Matt smiled at the young receptionist as she looked up. Her brown eyes sparkled as she caught sight of his blue ones sweeping over her and she smiled Can I help you gentleman?

Keeping his smile locked onto her eyes Matt leaned forward on the counter. "We’re here to see Dr