40 The Russians Gambit: Part 16 (1/2)

”This is your chief flight attendant speaking. Food and drinks will be served in 10 minutes. Thank you for flying with Qatar Airways,” The speaker on the plane said.

Business-class was a bliss. That was the first time Lizeth took a plane to travel. She's more used to traveling long distances in a car. She wasn't allowed to bring the bag. So she was stuck with a smaller bag where she put her phone on it.

She opened the phone and noticed that there were many messages from Tango. They were messages that had screenshots on it.

Tango: ”Damn, your girl really misses you now. [Screenshots have been sent].”

Lynx: ”Yeah. I see. What do you want?”

Tango: ”Oh yes, almost forgot to tell you. When you meet Abdul. You need to do something very important.”

Lynx: ”How?”

Tango: ”First. When you arrive in Baghdad, you must buy a cigarette. You go to the front of the airport and face towards the west.”

Lynx: ”And?”

Tango: ”If someone offered a fire. Ask him whether if it is a Zippo or not. If he answered with matches, lit your cigarette with that.”

Lynx: ”Ok, I see. Anything else?”

Tango: ”Ask him by shouting Muhammad Abdul. If he is scared or anything. It's the wrong guy.”

Lynx: ”Ok, I see.”

She sat down on the seat of the plane. Comfy. That's one word describing the business class. Arabs. The plane was full of Arabs. Maybe there were some Kurds, but Lizeth didn't know. Everyone in Central Asia was an Arab for her.

'WMD. nuke. How the fuck did the terrorist get a hand on nuke? Even, how the fuck did I get stuck in the middle of this? It feels like only yesterday I become a contractor. Hmm, many things happened, including shitty one, I'm just glad that I'm still alive,' Lizeth was internally monologuing her entire 11th-grade experience. Maybe, her life might be better if not for her curiosity. But, her dreams of holding a firearm wouldn't come true if not for that.

She heard silent footsteps from behind her, she looked behind and noticed the person. Russian. He had a giant figure and wearing an Adidas tracksuit. Whether it was intended or not, she couldn't decide for it. It could be the FSB. Even any ordinary people could be a rented assassin at this point.

Lizeth looked away as her heart beat faster. She worried about that Russian. Could it be that they still recognize her? Even after the transformation? He walked closer. Lizeth put her eyes away from the hallway by playing on her phone.

That silent footstep turned into a big loud footstep. He walked slowly. Is the Russian going to kill her with poison? Or is he going to stab her with a knife? She looked behind and noticed that the Russian was no longer there. Instead, he was standing right next to her in that empty plane.

That bald man with the Adidas tracksuit just stood still next to her. Unsure what she had to do, Lizeth just put her hands on her pocket and hope for the best. That Russian suddenly looked at her. His strong glare that indicated dominance was striking to her nerve. 'What's he going to do?' the Russian grabbed something from his pocket.