Dasha was frowning when she walked away, Emily was absolutely adorable and all Dasha had wanted to do was delve into her secret places and explore every inch of her. But it appears that wasn't in the cards for tonight. Instead she stormed off to her room, opening the door and walking into find that it had been ransacked. She shut the door quickly behind her, and stood taking in the carnage. All of her bags had been tossed asunder, their contents strewn around the room like a tornado had hit it. Even the large black gun loaded strap-on was now not discreetly hidden in the bag where she'd left it, it now stood up right on the nightstand, with a pair of her good sexy underwear hanging on top of it like some weird lampshade.<br/><br/>She huffed in exhaustion, but knew full well that this was the life she'd chosen. She was a spy and assassin, and although she'd pledged her loyalty many times to her government, they knew full well that she was just that. Spies and Assassins were good liars, first and foremost and it was only because that very same government had trained them to be so. They had to be distrustful, because regardless of how much an agent had repeatedly proved themselves they still had to be wary of betrayal. This large mess in her room was the perfect example of just how efficient they were at checking that loyalty.<br/><br/>Dasha was a smart girl, she moved through the logic maze quickly and figured it out. The Agency must have had atleast two other agents stationed at the hotel for Uri to have time enough to pull this little invasion of her privacy. One had to be watching downstairs and sent word that she was headed back up stairs with Emily. Uri had had just enough time to finish the conversation with her on the phone and then go through her stuff and then make it back down to the floor below so he could gain access to the elevator without too much suspicion.<span style="font-style: italic"> 'But why let her know at all?'</span>She thought to herself,<span style="font-style: italic">' What's the angle?'</span><br/><br/>It was just then that her door silently opened without warning and Uri's giant frame came stalking back into her room with his finger pressed against his lips. Dasha froze in place, and that is saying a lot, because this woman feared almost no man. Her training, her natural physical strength and her general penchant for violence kept most men from being any kind of real threat to her, but this man was different. Uri was one of the few men on the planet that Dasha had any real fear from, ironically he was also the only man she could truly confine in. Uri was a beast, an absolute monster when it came to combat. He was old enough not to have to worry about field work but that didn't stop him from being hands on when it came to striking the fear of god into his agents.<br/><br/>Uri strode into the room and walked slowly and silently over to the small radio that the hotel provided each room, his finger never leaving his lips. He switched it on to a low volume, and then casually scanned the channels until he found an appropriately noisy station. What he finally chose was some neo-goth-tehno mix with plenty of bass and sampling. He then proceeded to painstakingly slowly raise the volume until he was sure that any possible recording devices would be blotted out. Dasha didn't move a muscle while her handler prepared the room.<br/><br/>When he'd finished he slowly paced the distance around Dasha, simply waiting. His finger finally slipped from his lips and pointed at the mess he'd made just minutes before. His smile was far more cruel than Dasha's, while she might have grinned like a wolf, his smile looked like a T-Rexs'. He crept up behind her, and although Dasha knew how scary he was, she still tensed when his form sandwiched up to hers from behind. His scarred thick lips came in close, almost touching the tragus of her ear. When he spoke it was barely more than a whisper.<br/><br/>"Hello Dasha Darling! Sorry to make so much of your room but we need to be sure you're on the up-and-up!" He said as his hot breath rustled the hair around her ear. She simply nodded yes.<br/><br/>"Well that's why we like using you so much, you understand how delicate this whole operation is....That is daddy's girl right there! I want to know how much you've learned about the little British slut over in the next room....I see from your performance in the elevator that you've gotten close to her, now let me know, is she and her elderly companion the ones we are looking for?" Uri asked, his one big hand reached up and wrapped around the nape of her neck, his big fingers almost reaching the entire circumference of her throat. The other hand crept slowly under the hem of her short skirt where two of his impossibly big fingers started to creep insider her already moist pussy.<br/><br/>Dasha remained still, only her head shook as she indicated that she wasn't sure. She was almost glad that Emily had stirred her up enough to get her juices flowing, because Uri was merciless when it came to violating her. Although she usually like violent sexual acts like choking and spanking, when this man did it, it brought no form of pleasure, she was truly terrified of him.<br/><br/>"Well then....what are you waiting for? GO! Seduce her and find out what she knows!" Uri commanded, his grip on her neck tightened and his other hand's fingers started to work her snatch like he was trying to hurt her and get her to show some emotion. She did not, she leveled her composure and didn't make a peep.<br/><br/>Uri let go all at once, he stepped around in front of her and pointed one of the fingers that hand just been pumping her crotch at her face. "Don't fucking disappoint me!" He commanded, waving the finger in her face for a second until placing it between his fighter's lips and sucking off the juice. He then turned and walked back to the door. He pressed his ear against it for several long seconds and once he was sure the path was clear he left the room as silently as he'd entered.<br/><br/>Dasha's tense form relaxed once she'd seen him go. She was sure that the reason he'd paid her this visit was to end her career and life, but as it had turned out, she'd been spared. Now came the tricky part, how in the hell was she going to make contact with Emily again. She remembered that Emily had said to stop into her room and so that was her 'in'. Dasha dashed into action, stripping off her dress and putting on only a simply silk robe that was laying on the floor. She grabbed the bottles of booze and then left her room. Only two steps away was Emily's, and Dasha sauntered up to the door and gave a light knock, waiting for Emily to answer the door.<br/><br/>"Hey girl! It turns out that my stomach was just nervous about being with such a stone cold fox as yourself, I was wondering if your still up for a few drinks and a little bit of fun?" She said with a perfectly rehearsed giggle. No one would have guessed that only seconds ago she was terrified out of her mind, but that was just another one of Dasha's natural gifts.