INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES By Andrej Koymasky © 2010 Written on June 16, 2002 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Matthew Templar
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
Chapter 12 - MANHUNT
What the people of the Secret Service didn't know, and neither Martin nor Lee noticed, was that the Honourable Sugawara also had, mounted for him by a friend who was an amateur in electronics, a small camera inside his kura, the strong-warehouse. It was quite simple but effective equipment - a camera connected with a recorder was switched on each time the kura's heavy door was opened and shot six photographs per second, recording them on a tape ten hours long, placed behind one of the doors of the library in the man's studio. Its aim was mainly to keep an eye on the villa personnel and on the family members.
Therefore, Martin and Lee had been caught on film, without them knowing it. Lee's face, as he wore a ninja outfit, was covered, but it was not so for Martin.
The two lovers immediately transferred all the stolen money and the erotic prints to Okinawa and from there, with the usual system, to Taiwan, where Lee also had a residence. The boy, after taking care of the transfer, went back to Tokyo to be with his lover again. Martin resumed his teaching and Lee, not to remain idle, gave a hand to his father in his business.
Meanwhile Sugawara was back home. He wasn't aware at once to have been robbed, but the day after, when he went to put some important documents in his safe, felt his gray hair stand on end in shock. He stopped for a moment, his heart almost ceased to beat seeing that all his money and all the compromising documents had disappeared. As he recovered, feeling seized by a growing rage, he ran headlong into his studio, took the hidden video-recorder and checked the tape. And he saw them!
The one with a ninja costume, surely a Japanese, judging from his body proportions and his gait, also stole his precious collection of erotic prints! He didn't realize it before. The other man was clearly a westerner, and he didn't even care to cover his faceÉ
Sugawara doubted he could recover what had been stolen from him, and knew very well that if the documents that the two thieves took ended in the wrong hands, his political career would at the least ignominiously end, cut short foreverÉ He knew he should try to do something about it, but above all he wanted to take revenge on those two thieves - he wanted them dead!
Oh yes, they would pay dearly having dared to steal from his house! He could well be about to face his ruin, but those two men would gain no profit from their robbery, all the contrary! He took the phone and dialled a number that didn't appear in any phone directory.
To the person who answered he said just a few words, "I'm preparing a chanoyu in my garden's hut at four o'clock p.m. For five honoured guests."
The answer on the other side was even shorter, "Do I have to buy the cakes?"
"No, I'll provide for everything," Sugawara answered and hung up.
He breathed deeply, then left the villa and went into the garden to prepare the tea hut, giving orders to two servants to thoroughly clean it, and to prepare all that was necessary in the small kitchen. He meanwhile carefully chose all the tools he would use and personally cleaned them with the utmost care. This had the power to calm him a little. While the servants were ending their cleaning and checking that everything was ready, Sugawara went back into the villa.
During the meal he behaved like always. He then went back to the tea hut, hung a calligraphy in the tokonoma, went into the garden to choose a flower to put near the hanging scroll, went again in the hut, chose the right pot, and placed everything with great care. He looked at the whole scene before him and felt satisfied.
He then went to his studio, took the tape and loaded the images onto his computer. He chose the clearest of them and got some close ups. Then he printed five copies with his laser printer. He looked at them, satisfied. He prepared five envelopes, putting a set of pictures in each of them, and then brought them into the tea hut. He looked at his watch. He had just the time to change his western clothes and put on the kimono.
At four o'clock sharp the five guests were in the waiting room of the tea hut, received by his assistant. Sugawara lit the cherry wood charcoal in the brazier and put it in the tearoom. And the ceremony for the five guests started; they were the most important names of the Yakuza families in Tokyo. Sugawara was certain they would make themselves available; they were closely tied to him. It would not be convenient for them, either, if Sugawara fell in disgrace.
Lee and Martin were totally unaware of the tempest that was about to come down on them. They were living their relationship with serenity and joy, both happy to be able to live their first true love story.
As they expected, in the newspapers didn't appear not even a line about their raid on Sugawara's villa - the man didn't report the robbery. Not a single word about "Friday's" umpteenth robbery. But in the Mainichi Daily News and in the Asahi Shimbun newspapers appeared a short article on the fifth page where it was written that an inquiry had been started about presumed illegal activities of the Honourable Sugawara, also in connection with the Japanese mafiaÉ
The yakuza's organizations set all their men to try to identify the western man that appeared on the prints given by Sugawara. Trying to single out a westerner in Tokyo, having just a few photos of him, was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but the yakuza had control of a wide low level manpower so that even passing a haystack through a fine comb was something possible. And, unhappily for Martin, one of the big boys who worked for the organization at the lowest level was the waiter of a restaurant close to the school where Martin worked as a cover, and where he often went to eat.
So the waiter reported the fact to whom he had to and the inquiries that, up to then, groped in the dark, were narrowed and focused on that fact. So Martin was identified and recognised beyond any doubt. Then, for the organization, his address was easy to find. At once some men were sent to study the residence where Martin lived, while others started to watch his habits and movements.
At that point Lee was also identified, in spite of the fact that his face was covered, both for his body's shape and his gait. The death sentence for both the young men was issued by the organization. What the organization hadn't discovered yet was that Martin worked for the secret service, and what Lee's family name was or from where he came.
Meanwhile, Lee's father came to Tokyo a couple of times, where he met with his son and also Martin. The aged Mr. Qing liked Martin more and more, also because he noticed that Lee, who up to then had been a rather rebellious and reckless boy, since meeting Martin, seemed to have become more quiet and happy. Therefore the gentleman, besides liking him, was so grateful to Martin that he was treated more and more like a family member.
Now, Mr. Qing, before totally going back in the legal business, had had in the past business relationships with some of the members of the yakuza families of Tokyo. So it was that during his last visit to the capital, the aged businessman went to see his son and Martin in their apartment. Leaning out of the window and looking at the beautiful garden in the back of the building, he thought he recognised a man of the organisation that he knew to be a killer. What was that man doing right there, disguised like a gardener?
Qing was, for his nature and for need, a suspicious man. He didn't know anything about the robbery that Martin and his son did at the expense of Sugawara, therefore he didn't think that the killer was there for them, but he asked himself if by chance he was not there for him! He had no suspended accounts with the organisation; at least he didn't think he hadÉ Was it possible that he unwillingly treaded on someone's toes?
Worried, Qing took his cellular and called an old friend who was in a rather prominent position in the yakuza's organization, with whom, in the past, he had done some good business, and who owed him some big favours. He told him he recognised a killer of the organisation hanging around the house where he was guest, and asked him if by chance the man had been sent there for him. The friend promised him he would do a quick inquiry.
He called him back quite soon, telling him he should have no worries at all, as the killers (and Qing noticed the use of the plural) had nothing to do with him. They were just organising a net to bump off an Englishman and his accomplice who put a man in danger that was tied to the organisation. Qing at once understood they were Martin and his son Lee, as Martin was the only Englishman living in that residence. But the elderly man said nothing and asked, in a casual tone, who that Englishman was, as he, he explained, didn't want to be in the surroundings when they would eliminate him. His friend told him that the man's name was Martin Leary but they didn't know his accomplices name; they just knew that the two were living together. Thus, Qing got the full confirmation of his suspects. He thanked his friend and hung up.
The man then waited for the two young men to come back home and urgently informed them of the danger they were running, and told them they had to leave Tokyo at once. Martin and Lee thanked him and decided to leave as soon as possible. But they had to do so in such a way that the men of the organisation didn't suspect anything, or else they would just follow them again. Martin decided he had to go to the Agency to explain the problem to his superiors. Meanwhile, Lee packed two small suitcases with the essential things they wanted to take away with them.
Lee's father, before leaving their apartment, gave his son the two guns he had with him - a .38 with silencer he always had with him, and a .22 with a mother of pearl incrusted butt he had just bought to make a gift to his wife. Lee at first didn't want to take them, but in the end his father persuaded him and the boy took them.
When Martin came back, Lee had already prepared everything. At the Agency, understanding that their man was finished at that point, his boss told him to leave Japan immediately, and gave him a set of fake documents. Martin had to go back to Europe, going to Madrid, where he had to contact the local Agency office.
The two lovers decided to have their supper then leave the apartment. Lee proposed to Martin that they go to Okinawa together and from there move on to Taiwan, then reach Spain from there. Martin accepted. Lee gave Martin his father's .38 and pocketed the woman's .22 model. The two lovers were somewhat tense, but considered themselves lucky to have been made aware of the problem in time. As they ended their supper it was already ten in the evening, and they got ready to leave the apartment. Martin had with him just his briefcase and Lee, his gym sack.
They had just gone out of the apartment, when the lift door at their floor opened and two men came out. These men, as they saw Martin and Lee, drew their revolvers. Lee shot from the pocket of his raincoat and one of the two men fell on the door of the lift. The other one shot towards Lee, who ducked just in time. Meanwhile, Martin took out his silenced gun and shot at the man, wounding him in the leg.
The man fell on his knees with a pained grimace and aimed his revolver at Martin, but Martin shot a second bullet that, while the man was kneeling down, hit him in his forehead, making him fall backwards.
The body of the first man, who was probably dead or had fainted, blocked the lift. So Martin and Lee took the stairway, running down, their revolvers ready for any occurrence. Martin was the first to go out into the garden and a gun shot ricocheted near him against the concrete wall. The young man and Lee at once fired back and the man who shot at them fell on the ground.
The two friends ran through the hall; their guns still in their hands. They passed in front of the concierge, who looked at them with wide eyes and open mouth. They ran out on the street, always running until they reached the main street, putting their revolvers in their pockets before some passerby could see them. Along the street, full of traffic, going on to look around out of the fear of being followed, they finally could stop a taxi.
Quite surely the concierge would call the police, therefore they had to be really quick. The taxi left them in front of Tokyo central station. At that time there weren't any more of the super-fast trains to Osaka. Lee then remembered that there were the night buses. With another taxi they went to the bus station and were just in time to buy two tickets and get on one of the buses.
"In my opinion," Lee whispered to him as the bus was leaving, "they don't think we would have taken such a slow transportation, and they have absolutely no idea where we can be going, therefore from now on, we should be quite safe."
"You are possibly rightÉ also because, from what your father told us, they don't know who you are, your name, and I will use my fake documents. Therefore even if they alerted all their men at the airports, they would not be able to find usÉ unless they already released my picturesÉ"
"What do you think if, in Osaka, instead of taking a plane to Okinawa, we again took the slowest transport, that is the ship?" Lee asked.
"I think it's a good ideaÉ but I'm afraid we need a bookingÉ"
"I'll care of that," Lee said with a smile. He took his cell phone and called one of his father's men in Kobe and, talking in a low voice and in Chinese, ordered him to book, at any cost, two places on the first ship for Okinawa, and have them booked from two different travel agencies.
About two hours later Lee's cell phone vibrated and the boy answered - the two places had been booked, one from Osaka for Martin, and the other on the same ship, from Kobe. The ship would leave Kobe in the morning at 10:27, then would do a call at Osaka port, then sail along the islands towards Okinawa. One of Qing's men would wait for them at the bus station, would leave Martin at the port in Osaka then immediately take Lee to the port in Kobe - they should be able to respect the schedule without any problem.
Lee thanked the man and cut the line. He then explained to Martin the entire plan.
"Listen, love, as soon as we get to Okinawa, I will immediately find you a passage to Taiwan - you are running much more risk than me, therefore it is better you leave immediately. In Taiwan you will wait for me at my home. I'll give you the keys and will send a friend of mine to fetch you and bring you at my home. I, meanwhile, will close everything in Okinawa - I'll sell my house, send all my belongings to Taiwan, then reach you. I think I can settle everything in a few days."
"We will have to be separated for a whileÉ" Martin said in a regretful tone.
"Yes, my love, but then we will be together forever. I'll also close my apartment in Taiwan, transfer all our money to a bank in Madrid, and then we will go to Spain together. All right?" Lee asked him sweetly, leaning his head on Martin's shoulder.
The bus driver switched off all the inner lights, leaving on just the small blue light for the night. Then Lee spread his raincoat over their legs, and with his hand, he started to caress and to finger his lover's fly.
Martin giggled, "Come on, stop itÉ so you are getting me aroused, but we can't do anything hereÉ"
"Don't you know that when I'm near you I can't be restrained?" Lee whispered with a seductive voice.
"Lee?"
"Tell me."
"Don't you regret to be forced to leave everything because of me?"
"No. First of all it is not your fault. Who knows how they managed to find us so quickly? Anyway, provided I can be with you, any place will seem wonderful to me. You should know that."
"Why did you fall in love with me?"
"Do you know that I too asked myself why you fell in love with me? It is not easy to give an answer. I don't think that a recipe for love, for falling in love, exists, but just several ingredients. To me, possibly, the main one is your smileÉ"
"I thought it was how I make loveÉ" Martin joked.
"That comes second. But it wouldn't have been sufficient, as well as just your smile. What is making me feel more and more in love with you are the many small things I'm getting to discover about you, while living with you. Each of these things alone wouldn't be enoughÉ but all togetherÉ My god, it seems to me almost impossible that a person, right as you are for me, can exist in this worldÉ
"Who knows how many more do existÉ" Martin whispered.
"Who knows? It's possibleÉ but I'm not at all interested in discovering them. I feel so good with you! Also my father noticed that, and because he loves me, he too is happy I found you."
"You didn't tell him about the last developmentsÉ"
"I charged our man in Kobe to tell him. I will call him tomorrow morning, anyway, when I am in the car that will be taking me to Kobe. There, at least, I can safely talk with him."
"How will your father take it?"
"He will take it well. He told us we had to disappear, didn't he? I rather think he can give me a hand to settle my businessÉ Yes, I really think he will."
"My boss at the Agency told me that he would see if he can send the belongings I left in Tokyo to Madrid. But he is not sure. It depends on the police inquiries and their results. Anyway, they will send all I left in Rome to Madrid."
"Do the people of the Agency know about us?"
"I had to tell them something. If I didn't and they discovered it, it would have been worst."
"What did they say?"
"The big boss was a little pissed off at me, or rather very much pissed off, and reminded me that I engaged myself to avoid all steady relationships, as long as I work with them."
"What did you answer him?"
"That I really tried to abide by that rule, but that by now things are soÉ He told me that they could always break our agreement and send me back to jailÉ I pointed out to him that all summed up, it would not be convenient for them, as they still need my workÉ The boss did a grimace, but admitted I could be right. But then he added that I shouldn't cause too much tension. They have very little to lose in letting me go. I, on the contrary, have a lot to loseÉ"
"Yes, you are in their hands."
"Yes, but I don't think they will take profit of it. Above all, they care about the results and up to now I never disappointed them. And I think that this last one has been a really big success, an important one for them. They cannot fail to notice this."
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 13
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