Sarah Walker: the Volkov chronicles | By : Irishdrgon Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 22594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Three weeks after her first assignment, Sarah was given her first solo mission for Volkov. The marks name was Marco Lafayette, and he was an arms dealer, who Volkov believed had been turned by the French government.
Frost was originally slated to eliminate him, but Volkov cancelled the action when Frost discovered that he had something that made him almost invulnerable.
Lafayette’s “get out of jail free card”, was extensive computer records that he kept on everyone he did business with, including Volkov. Volkov prided himself in staying in the shadows, and as Sarah had found out while trying to penetrate his organization, there were those in positions of power that believed that he didn’t even exist, he was simply a myth.
Layafette’s files were so detailed, that he even had a current photograph of Volkov.
Sarah was tasked with getting the files and then eliminating him. Lafayette and his wife had recently had a baby, and Sarah would be going undercover as the new aupair.
She looked over the file, once again, on Volkov’s plane as they were flying to Paris and committed it to memory.
The intel from Volkov gave a pretty detailed description of Lafayette’s family. Lafayette himself would give new meaning to the “me too” movement. Multiple accusations of sexual harassment, but he had more than enough money to satisfy any accuser.
Svetlana, at the ripe old age of 25, was his fifth wife and the baby that Sarah would be caring for was actually Lafayette’s fifth, and his fourth girl. All his remaining children lived with his multiple Xs, with the exception of his 20 year old son Jean.
Jean had been in an American college for a few years, and judging by his grades, did not seem very interested in his studies. He was still undeclared in his major, and had a C average in most of his studies, with the exception of mathematics, where he had gotten A levels. No major red flags, no reports of arrests or even a citation for a parking ticket. It looked as if Jean was a typical underachieving college student.
Sarah landed the next day and immediately went to Lafayette’s compound. It was located on the outskirts of Paris and came with its own stable facility. Svetlana was a model and enjoyed horses it seemed.
When Sarah arrived she was greeted by a uniformed butler who took her outside to meet Svetlana.
She explained to Sarah the basic duties, how Sarah was actually part of a team of child care workers who rotated taking care of the baby. The baby was currently with Svetlana’s mother and would be returning in the near future. In the meantime Sarah would get acclimated to the house, and wait for the baby’s return.
After initially making introductions, Svetlana returned to the pool and the butler showed Sarah to her room. On her way there they crossed paths with Jean Lafayette, and they formally made introductions. In the brief interaction Jean looked rather mousey and had a clammy handshake. He also refused to meet Sarah’s eyes and quickly made his way down the hall past her. He seemed extremely introverted and awkward to her, so she quickly filed it away and entered her room.
A few minutes later she was summoned to Lafayette’s office for a meeting. If Volkov’s assessment of Lafayette turned out to be true, and she had no reason to believe it wasn’t, then she expected him to proposition her today.
“You will need to control the situation,” she told herself as she followed the butler to the office.
Sarah gazed at an older man, who appeared to be in his late fifties, sitting on the front part of his desk and motioning her to sit down.
“Marco Lafayette,” he said extending his hand as the butler exited the room and closed the door.
He gazed upon her like a starving man looking at a Las Vegas buffet, and held her hand longer than he needed to.
Sarah played along and didn’t resist, and after some preliminary small talk, he got to the point of the meeting.
“I know that the agency has already hired you, but I always like to personally interview the new staff,” he said.
“I understand,” she replied in flawless French.
“So what can you tell me that I can’t find out just by reading your file here,” he said as he tossed it on his desk.
“Well I can tell you are a man of action,” she said as she approached him.
“Is that so,” he smugly smiled at her.
“Yes.”
“And what does that tell you,” he asked as Sarah quickly knelt between his legs.
“That you would rather I show you, than tell you,” she said as she unzipped his fly and popped him into her mouth.
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