Time To Travel

Joint Post by Jaxx and MDman.

Dahlia had just returned to Tel Aviv after a Mossad hit in Lebanon. A Hamas leader was there to bankroll a terrorist attack. Hezbollah was funding the attack. She managed to kill both operatives and take the money without drawing any attention. Most of her hits were done quietly.

She had kicked off her shoes and drawn a nice warm bubble bath when Alyssa’s text came through to her satellite phone. Things were about to get busy.

Quickly, she shot a text to Ekaterina: I’ll meet you at NCE airport. I’ll test you once I have the arrival time.

Ekaterina was in the middle of a boring public video for some news show. She forced herself to smile despite how boring it was. Once it was over she checked her phone messages and told her assistant she had business to attend to and to clear her schedule again and prepare her personal jet with kosher meals too. Her assistant was a templar as well and did as her Princess requested. Then Ekaterina texted Dahlia, "I am having everything prepared. Don't worry I added kosher meals to the flight." Then the Princess went to her room to pack her bags. She included formal wear as well as her tactical combat uniforms, pistols, knives ammo and her mini assault pump shotgun. She also packed her purse, make up bag and hygiene kit since she was a proper lady. Once she had her bags ready she checked her messages and sighed as she kept getting messages from wannabe suitors. Some of her relatives had to much time on their hands and were trying to get Ekaterina married off to justify their existence. However the Princess didn't care about such things and replied she was not in the mood or to stop sending her these messages if they didn't want to be blocked by her. Then she stared out the window and wondered if she could have a normal life since being royalty limited her social life and the Templars limited her fun time. She felt trapped like a bird in a gilded cage by both organizations.

Five and a half hours later, Dahlia’s flight arrived in Monaco. She followed Ekaterina’s directions of where to meet her, prepared to fly out immediately. She was hungry, so was glad kosher food would be available.

Spying Kat, she gave the girl a hug and whispered, “Shalom alekhem, Kat!”

Ekaterina was looking elegant in her red blouse and black capri slacks. She greeted Dahlia with a hug and replied, “Shalom Alek hem, Dahlia. You look stunning as always. I have champagne on ice and hot food ready to eat. Do you need anything before we leave? We can order it to be shipped to our destination.” Ekaterina was always an elegant host even on her missions.

Dahlia pushed back the fashionable black beret she wore.

Grinning, she replied, “Just luggage, and a few trinkets. The poison I prefer to keep on me. As well as my .38. Let’s get going, shall we?”

The two women climbed up the ladder into the private jet and took their seats before take off. After a few minutes they were cleared and took off into the sky. Once they were stabilized in the air the flight attendant served the women their drinks and food. Princess Ekaterina had champagne, with her grilled chicken salad. Even when she drank and ate small bites she looked elegant. If she was not a princess she could easily be a fashion model. She then pulled out her phone and asked, "So did you gather any useful intel? Mine was rubbish. You would think HQ fears I am a mole or something." Ekaterina was glad Dahlia was her partner since intel was her specialty give her background.