The Gray Man Ch. 22 - Spy Game

"The French agent is compromised - working for Nazir, she took both the Scot and the German. I need to get into the Embassy to call The Admiral on a secure line. Can you make that happen?"

Underwood paused, "Above my paygrade, I'll call Johnson who will get ahold of State and make that happen. Give me 30."

TJ replied, "Roger that, my ride is gone, I'm going to have to walk anyway. Shooter, keep your head on a swivel."

As he walked in the rain he called Angela, there was no answer - the call went directly to voicemail. When he reached the entrance of the large 4 story building he saw a stern-faced Marine Guard. Their eyes met. Gray was in no mood for pleasantries. He did not have an official ID, just his fake Jonathon Barnes paperwork.

He didn't have time to waste time with pleasantries. Gray expected some resistance. Instead the Guard saluted, "They are waiting for you Sergeant Major. Once you are through security they will escort you to communications."

Gray returned the salute, "Thank you, Corporal"

TJ walked through the embassy's entry hall, past the security checkpoint where he was met by another Marine. The Sergeant led Gray through the maze of hallways to the Communications Suite located in the basement.

When they arrived at the Communications Suite the Marine knocked once. Gray heard a gruff, "Enter!"

The Marine opened the door and stepped inside. He was met by a man with a weather worn face, short gray hair, and a cup of coffee. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. "This must be important if State is waking me up at this hour."

Gray nodded, "It is. I'll need you to listen in. This will impact your operations too."

The communications specialist spoke, "Sir, I have Admiral Barnett and Colonel Underwood on the horn."

When Gray picked up the secure line, the beep let all parties know they were connected. Underwood was the first to speak, "Talk to me Gray, I briefed the Admiral about what I know."

Admiral Barnett spoke, "Ghost, are you sure about this shit?"

TJ nodded, though they couldn't see him, "Positive, Sir." Gray proceeded to tell Underwood, Barnett, and Special Agent in Charge Thomas about the events leading up to the Nocturne en Noir."

Underwood sighed, "TJ, the addition of Erik and Camille were not part of the plan. The only thing I arranged was Fiona, since she's from Glasgow and London is the perceived target."

Barnett spoke, "We have to assume that this is a set up and all three are compromised. Nazir wants you Gray, could this be an elaborate ruse to lure you in?"

TJ thought for a minute, "Definitely could be. Can you all do some more digging on Fiona and Erik on your end. I'll ask the Station Chief here to check with DGIS to look deeper into Camille."

Barnett spoke, "Thomas, I know you are listening, Mr. Gray may politely ask, but I am telling you. Give him what he needs, it's priority A-1"

Thomas sipped his coffee, "Aye-Aye Admiral. Can I ask what led us to this point?"

Sharpshooter cut him off, "Gray, I'll make some calls and get you what you need. Thomas, Mr. Gray will read you in once we are finished here."

TJ rapped his knuckle on the desk, "Will do."

Admiral Barnett interjected, "Get to work gentlemen, this ups the ante."

There was nothing to do but wait. Gray paced back and forth in the suite in Paris. The faint glow from his laptop provided the only illumination, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The clock on the bedside table seemed to taunt him, each tick feeling like an eternity as he waited for any word on Fiona, and Erik. Time seemed to crawl, and the lack of information gnawed at him, triggering memories he tried so hard to suppress.

It felt like it had been weeks since the disastrous operation, and the silence from his superiors was deafening. The only word he had received was that his parents were being protected.

Gray knew he couldn't sit idly by, but without reliable intelligence, he felt trapped, suffocated by the unknown. His fingers tapped restlessly on the keyboard, refreshing the secure channels, hoping for even the tiniest scrap of information. But the screen remained stubbornly blank.

The weight of his responsibility bore down on him like an iron shroud. He should have been able to protect them, but the enemy had caught them off guard, slipping through their defenses like a shadow in the night. As Gray's mind raced a thought slipped through the cracks, every single time on this mission the enemy has been one step ahead of him.

He knew he was spiraling, but he couldn't stop the memories from flooding back--the explosions, the gunfire, the chaos. The ghosts of past missions danced in his mind, their whispers mingling with the present uncertainty. The past and present merged into a nightmarish haze, and Gray's grip on reality began to waver.

On Thursday, there was a knock on the door to the suite. It was too early in the day for room service. Gray paused, "Yes,"

From the other side of the door a female voice spoke, "Stevens, CIA - we need to talk."

The Post Traumatic Nightmare that the last few days had triggered had created an anxiety that Gray hated. He opened the door, reached out and pulled the woman through the door, his hand going to her slim throat as he pushed her against a wall. "If you are lying, you are dead," he whispered into her ear.

Gray took note of the woman's perfume, the sensuality of the way she was dressed. The slight whimper she made when his hand closed around her neck.

Just then his phone beeped, TJ hit the green talk button and put it on speaker.

The voice on the other end was Underwood. "I have someone from the Agency coming to see you. They think they may know where Erik and Fiona are being held."

Gray clicked on the red button to end the call as his hand lessened its grip on the attractive CIA agent.

The agent's face was flushed, the hardness of her nipples poked through her thin bra and even thinner blouse. She tried to regain her composure before she spoke. "Amanda Stevens, CIA. I've been in Paris to..."

TJ had no time, "I do not give two shits about why you are in Paris, all I want to know is what do you have for me."

Amanda sighed and smoothed her skirt after gently rubbing her throat, hoping that Gray didn't leave a bruise. Unknown to Gray, his instant approach had awakened Amanda's own sensual sexuality. She could not stop the blush that crept up her face, or her eyes from lingering on Gray's physique.

Her mind screamed, "Not now, Amanda."

She regained a bit of composure before she spoke. "From my operation I may have information about where Erik and Fiona are being held." She walked over to the laptop, brought up a map and zoomed in on a location that was near the brothel where she had obtained blackmail evidence to keep France in NATO.

"I can't be 100% certain, but this sounds like the place. I have been authorized" She began

Gray's eyes widened, a mix of hope and fear washing over him. He listened intently before he stopped her, "I work alone."

Amanda knew if she had been redirected to this that the situation was crucial. "Mr. Gray, the Agency..."

Again Gray cut her off, "I said I work alone. This is my team, I should have kept them safe. I lost them, I get them back."

Amanda reached out a hand, "Not your fault, are you okay? You sound..."

Gray looked at her with a look that both terrified her and caused her pussy to get wet. "I will be fine, I always am."

The CIA agent had to concentrate to keep herself from biting her lip. What she couldn't control was her body's natural response. She was soaked as she gently rubbed her thighs together. She sighed, trying to hide the natural catch of her breath, then reached into her bag and pulled out a silenced Glock 26, "At least take this." Gray reached out and took the firearm, his hands trembling. He knew he had to pull himself together, but the weight of the situation was almost unbearable. The PTSD, once dormant, had reared its ugly head, and Gray felt like he was drowning in a sea of emotions.

Amanda watched him closely. She had gotten a flash briefing about the one they called Ghost and what she saw was not what she expected. The steely composure she expected had been replaced with an anxious restlessness.

Gray took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. He couldn't afford to let his emotions get the better of him, not when so much was at stake. He had to push forward, to keep moving, no matter the cost. There were way too many people counting on him, and he wouldn't let them down. But deep down, he knew that the road ahead would reverberate with the unrelenting echoes of the past.

Amanda left the hotel, contacted Langley and was told to not interfere unless it looked to her as if Gray was going off the reservation.

That night as darkness fell, Gray stepped into a rented Audi and started the drive into the French countryside. Amanda followed at a safe distance, tracking him effortlessly as the Glock 26 she had given him had a micro tracker in the ammunition clip.

Clad in black tactical gear, Gray moved with the fluid grace of a predator stalking its prey. This was his natural habitat. He was not a great spy, he was a soldier, a member of Task Force Red. He was The Ghost and this is the stuff that he had trained for this his entire career. He knew there was no room for error. He silently made his way through the dense underbrush, inching closer to the compound.

In the cool night air, the Post Traumatic had melted away and his focus had returned. He was now the predator.

The estate was surrounded by a high stone wall, but Gray had spotted a section where the mortar had started to crumble. It was a small detail that most would overlook, but to him, it was an opportunity. The loose mortar, with a bit of help from a stone allowed him to create finger holds. He only needed a couple to be able to traverse the 10 foot high wall, and to drop silently into the courtyard.

Once inside, Gray relied on his training and instincts to navigate the labyrinth of corridors and hidden passages within the mansion. He moved like a shadow, avoiding any areas that might be occupied by guards or servants. His ears strained to detect any sounds that might give away his presence, but all he heard were his own heartbeats pounding in his ears.

Finally, he reached the wing of the house where Fiona and Erik were being held. He paused at the door, taking a moment to compose himself before gently turning the handle. To his relief, it was unlocked. With a steady hand, he pushed the door open, revealing a dimly lit room with a single guard stationed by the far wall.

Gray slipped inside like a wraith, the silenced Glock 26 at the ready. He moved silently, avoiding the creaking floorboards as he closed in on one of Ahmed's bodyguards from the Nocturne en Noir. With a swift and calculated strike, he clubbed the unsuspecting sentry behind the ear, rendering him unconscious.

Now inside the heart of the lion's den, Gray continued his search for Fiona and Erik. He reached another door, and his heart skipped a beat as he heard muffled voices from within. Gray pressed an ear against the door, straining to catch any valuable information.

Fiona's voice reached his ears, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and concern. As he stepped into the room he felt the cold muzzle of a gun push against his skull, "Do not move my friend. I'd hate to mess up this beautiful mansion blowing your brains all over the floor."

It was Erik, so Erik and Camille had been working together. Gray was tired, angry, and frustrated. His rage was boiling to a point that he was about to explode.

Erik smiled, "Toss the weapon, slowly and Camille and I will deliver you alive to Nazir, then disappear to a tropical island to enjoy a luxurious retirement."

TJ slid the gun across the floor as his eyes locked with Fiona's. From the shadows Camille stepped into view a sadistic smile across her face as she walked up to TJ and used a fingernail to trace a line on his jaw.

"Monsieur Gray, you have made a series of bad choices, and now you will pay. You see Erik wants to deliver you alive, I prefer to execute you here because you are much too dangerous to be allowed to live."

Gray didn't flinch, his eyes drilling into Camille's.

She laughed, "This is how this is going to happen. You see, I had to watch you fuck Fiona for a week. You were right, there were cameras in the room. I've decided that your last task on this earth will be to fuck me." She laughed a wicked laugh, "The notorious Ghost and his amazing cock fucking his executioner. I will be known throughout the intelligence world." She slapped him across the face, "Undress."

TJ hesitated and Camille barked an order to Erik who had moved across the room closer to Fiona. At Camille's order Erik punched Fiona in the stomach. Camille laughed as she heard Fiona groan, "Mr. Gray, every time you fail with a command, Erik is going to hurt Fiona. Now, undress."

Gray slipped the black turtle neck over his head and tossed it near Fiona's feet, then did the same with the black boots and finally the pants.

Camille roughly gripped Gray's balls, "These had better not disappoint," she growled as she pulled Gray by his cock over to Fiona. She slapped the British spy with his cock, "Be a good fluffer, bitch. Your life depends on it."

Fiona jumped when she was slapped as Camille shoved Gray's cock, which was semi-hard and held it up. She leaned forward and put the head in her mouth.

"That's it cunt! Suck on it good! Too good for my dick, but worship his like a common whore," Erick laughed with an evil chortle.

It didn't take much of her warm mouth sucking on the head before Gray's cock was hard. Fiona had learned what he liked the week they shared the hotel room.

"Such a good little cock slut," Camille purred.

Fiona said nothing, she couldn't, her mouth was full of Gray's hard cock.

"All of it!" Erik growled pushing her head further onto Gray's cock causing her to gag. "Take all of it you whore! I want to see your lips against the base! I want his entire cock down your throat!"

In a panic Fiona pushed downward, sliding all of Gray's cock into her mouth. She gagged then pulled back as the crown hit the back of her throat.

"That's it cunt! Give him a really good blow job and I won't have to shoot you," Erik had hit a point of derangement.

It took Fiona a few minutes before she found a rhythm: down as far as she could, then back out until just the head was in her mouth. At the beginning, she had been too frightened to think about what she was doing. Now, as she got into it, she could feel herself getting wet between the legs. When she first realized it, she was appalled, then as she continued sucking on Gray's cock, the damp feeling between her legs turned to a warm glow filling her belly and crotch.

"That's enough, cunt," Erik raged as he shoved Gray away from Fiona and quickly slid his much smaller cock into her mouth. TJ overexaggerated the step back, allowing him to drive an elbow into Camille's stomach causing the gun to skid across the floor. Erik tried to react, but teeth closing on his cock froze him into place.

Before he could raise his gun, TJ caught him just above the eyebrow with a fist that knocked him into the same unconscious state as the guard outside. Fiona screamed for Gray to turn. He did just in time to see Camille rush towards him with a 6 inch knife in her right hand.

Gray's rage could be felt like a fierce storm. He closed the distance to the French Intelligence Agent slowly, to Fiona it looked more like Gray was stalking his prey. She lunged at him, the knife aiming for his heart, he grabbed her wrist at the last moment turning her arm so that the knife was pointing at her own throat. He bent her wrist until she screamed as she dropped the blade.

Gray hissed, "You had your chance,bitch, now it's my turn. I'll give you exactly what you want, and you will tell me where Fatima is, you will tell me where the bomb is." Gray ripped the blouse from her body and forced her on the floor holding both of her wrists in one hand. He grabbed the knife and deftly cut her pants from her before he cut Fiona loose.

Fiona put a hand on Gray's shoulder, "Don't," she whispered.

The beast inside of TJ had escaped the cage that he had so carefully constructed over the years. He ripped Camille's thighs wide, before he knelt between them and started to lick the slight moisture already there. Gray knew she desired him and he vowed to make her force her to burn out of control and beg him so that his ownership and mastery over her would be proven in front of her lover Erik, and the live stream that he was sure Nazir was watching..

His licking increased in speed and he worked one finger into her tight grasping body. He began to flick her clit with his tongue, all the while working that one finger in and out of her hot body. Camille could feel the flush spreading over her, the uncontrollable pulsing between her legs, and the fire that was roaring through her blood. She tried to break away but he tightened his hold on her wrist, adding an additional two fingers to punish her for her resistance.

Camille moaned as he filled her dripping cunt with three fingers, working them in and out again and again. He abruptly stopped sucking on her clit and Camille immediately let out a moan accompanied by a "Please."

The Gray smiled into her cunt as he began to lick again. "Please what?" he asked. She continued thrashing and moaning but her lips remained locked. Again he stopped licking her and removed his fingers from her body, enjoying the slight sucking sound her cunt made as he withdrew.

"No. Please don't make me," she begged.

Frustration darkened his brow at her continued resistance TJ released her wrists and began to attack her clit while at the same time he finger fucked her pussy in earnest. His lips delving again and again. He inserted and withdrew his tongue, catching the delicious taste of her pre-cum as his mouth broke her will to resist. His nimble fingers were thrusting swiftly in and out of her causing her to pant. As her breath caught in her throat he increased his efforts and sucked her clit completely in his mouth. Sucking hard and thrusting furiously, the Gray forced Camille to cum hard and fast. Camille lay beneath him screaming her pleasure for all the world to hear.

The Ghost withdrew his fingers from Camille and began lapping up her cum. Some of it he rubbed onto his cock and some into her mouth so that she could taste her own desire.

Thousands of miles away, Nazir and his lieutenants watched the computer screen in fascination. They watched the techniques the Gray employed with mute fascination.

While Camille was coming down from her high, Gray slid up her body, and drove his cock into her with one violent thrust which caused her to scream out in pain, or was it pleasure.

Gray began to thrust furiously, not even allowing time for Camille's body to accommodate his tremendous size. Camille squirmed in pain and discomfort, but it only caused TJ's rage to become further inflamed as her struggles pushed him deeper inside her dripping cunt.

He kissed her mouth driving his tongue into her as he forced her to taste more of her own cum. His lusty hands grabbed her breasts as he roughly gripped them, which caused her pussy to twitch. He could sense when her pain turned into pleasure, when her moans became of pleasure instead of pain, when she began to move with him and not against.

The onlookers knew too. They watched as Camille clawed at his back to get more of him and screamed his name and begged him to fuck her harder. They stared at his hard flesh as it disappeared into her and reappeared and disappeared again. They watched for almost 30 minutes listening to Camille scream again and again as orgasm after orgasm rocked her slim body. Never having time to come down completely from one before another began, scalloping from one orgasm to the next until Camille was an incoherent bundle of nerves.