Becca Xxx - Spring Tide

Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episode of Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters

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Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Ch 12.

As we left Nikolai's place and drove back to The Surfiety, my head was buzzing with the new intel. At long last we knew what the Russians were planning. All the pieces had finally fallen into place, but knowing what they were planning and doing something to stop it were two very different things.

"I can't believe we missed this," Nat exclaimed. "Our intel team should have spotted it."

"I think it was just too obscure for them to find," I replied. "No one in their wildest dreams would think they were going to attack the internet cables on the beaches. The question is, now that we have this new information, who do we call first?"

It was a dilemma. Lexa, Sullivan and Arrow all needed to know what the Russians were planning as soon as possible, but who needed the information the most? As far as we knew, The Facility's systems were still down so giving them new information wouldn't benefit anyone until they were back up and running.

My thoughts shifted to Sullivan who was still running around in the dark without a clue about what was happening on his side of the Atlantic. As the Russians were planning attacks there as well as here, he was the obvious choice. New York was five hours behind the UK which made the time ten o'clock at night in Long Island. I guessed he'd still be up so I dialled his number.

He answered on the second ring as though he'd been expecting my call.

"Agent Becca. How lovely to hear from you again so soon," he said in a jolly tone. "How did it go with the Russian communications engineer?"

"Better than expected," I replied through the van's Bluetooth system. Natalie was listening in, but kept quiet. "We know what the three targets are."

"Holy fuck, really? That's great news because we're drawing a blank over here."

"I'll give you all the information we have, but I need you to confirm something first."

"Name it," he replied.

"I need you to tell me who's flying the drones that are defending Ukraine? Don't bullshit me, Sullivan. I need the truth."

He paused for a beat and then answered me.

"I made some calls after I spoke to you last time," he admitted. "But I'm afraid that your theory about drone bases in the UK is wrong. The UK are not involved in piloting any of the drones which are helping Ukraine."

"But you guys are?" I pushed him.

"Yes," he replied. "I can confirm that we have pilots based at our United States Air Force base at Westhampton in Long Island. They're flying them to defend Ukrainian troop positions as well as our own special military advisors that we have out there... and yours. But that doesn't tie in with those initials you gave me."

"We know," I explained. "The theory has changed. We know it's not drone bases in the UK, but I needed you to confirm that you guys are flying them from the US. After what you've just told me, it only reinforces that we're right about what the targets are."

"Well, don't keep us in the dark any longer," he said. "What are they planning on hitting?"

"They're looking to destroy the undersea fibre-optic cables that stretch from Long Island to the UK. They want to sever the communication line to stop the drones being flown."

"How do you know that?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"Because the three sets of initials correspond to three different sub-sea cables. FA is Flag Atlantic joining Sennen Cove to North Point. AC is Atlantic Crossing One and joins Whitesands Bay in Wales to Brookhaven. And, last but not least, GH isn't GCHQ like we first thought; it's Grace Hopper and stretches from Bude to Bell Point. Some, if not all, of those cables are being used to send your commands from Long Island direct to the drones. If they destroy those cables, Ukraine will be without drone support," I gabbled off like a machine gun on full-auto.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he gasped. "If what you're saying is true, it would be catastrophic."

"I don't see any other scenario," I said. "The letters match and it would explain why we both have Russian mercs on our soil. They must be looking to hit the cables from both ends."

"Well, that would certainly do the job," he chuckled. "If you're going to hit the cables, you might as well do both sides of the Atlantic. Right? What are they looking to hit? The cable landing stations or something else?"

"The Communications Engineer thinks they're going to destroy the cables on the beaches when the tide is at its lowest. It will make them harder to repair."

"So, they're waiting for the Spring Tide?" he replied. "When is it?"

"It's this coming Saturday," I stated. "It's going to be one of the biggest Spring Tides of the year apparently. It also ties in with Valentin telling me that the attack was in a week's time. The dates fit as well as the initials."

"So, we know where, we know when and we know roughly how," said Sullivan, thinking out loud. "The only thing we don't know is where these guys are hiding."

"I know. We have the same problem, but I thought I'd better pass the intel on. Maybe you can put your guys on the beaches to protect the locations or lie in wait for them to make their move. Unless we can find them beforehand, we don't have any other options," I suggested.

"We can certainly do that, but a better option would be to pull out all the stops and find them before Saturday. We have a few leads to go on. How about you guys? Have you any idea where they might be?"

"Not yet, but we're working on it. I have a handful of burner phones that we took off their dead comrades after we rescued the girl. We're hoping it might lead somewhere."

"Have you been on another killing spree?" he laughed. "You're like the Grimm Reaper."

"There may have been an altercation that needed resolving with violence," I giggled. "Sometimes, it's the only thing these guys understand."

"I couldn't agree more, but I don't think burner phones will help you. In my experience they use them to remain untraceable and they work very well."

"We have a team that can look into it," I pointed out. "It's beyond my skill set I'm afraid."

"I think the skill set you have is far more useful," he chuckled. "The guys over here would agree too."

"You dirty pervert," I hissed, pretending to be offended.

"What? I was talking about your skills as an agent. I wasn't referring to anything else. It must be your dirty mind."

"Yeah, right. I know exactly what you were referring to. I know you've never met an agent like me before."

I looked over at Natalie who was now making kissing faces and bouncing from side to side in a childish manner. She always took the piss out of me when I flirted on the phone. I gave her the middle finger and a bitchy look, but it made no difference.

"That's true," he laughed. "Sexy, gorgeous and deadly... the perfect combination. Who knows; maybe after this mission we could meet up to keep the special relationship between our two great countries moving in the right direction."

Natalie stopped doing her kissing impression and moved on to something even more childish. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and proceeded to slide her middle finger on the other hand in and out of the hole to signify two people fucking.

"Would that direction be your cock sliding into my tight wet pussy by any chance?" I tittered.

"Well, if you're suggesting something like that, who am I to disagree," he laughed.

"We need to end this first," I pointed out. "We're not home and dry yet."

"I know, I know, but this intel you've given us is vital. We better get on and act on it," he said. "I'll keep you posted of any changes."

"Likewise," I replied. "I'll speak to you soon, Agent Sullivan."

"Bye for now, Agent Becca."

He hung up the phone.

"Maybe after this mission we could meet up to keep the special relationship between our two great countries moving in the right direction," Natalie mocked, copying what Sullivan had just said. "I love you, Agent Becca... I love you too, Agent Sullivan..."

"Do you ever stop acting like a fucking infant?" I chastised her. "I'm just building the relationship."

"Yeah. Building it with your pussy and tits," she laughed.

We were still cruising along in the shot-up van and I was pretty exhausted. Despite the night catching up with me, I still needed to make more calls and now that Sullivan was fully briefed, Lexa was the next one on the list.

"Just shut up and drive, you cheeky bitch," I snapped at her playfully. "Leave the important stuff to the adults."

She stuck her tongue out at me as I dialled Lexa's number. I hoped things were back to normal at The Facility because we needed someone to try and trace the burner phones that I'd picked up off the dead bodies at the quarry.

She answered on the third ring like always, which was a good sign.

"Lexa," she replied. "Sitrep."

"Right back at you," I replied. "Are you back up and running?"

"No," she sighed. "We flushed our systems and tried a reboot, but as soon as we got back on to the servers, the data mining kicked back in and we had to shut it all down again."

"For fuck's sake," I gasped. "So, your systems are still down?"

"Yes. Arran and the tech team are on it, but they can't find the back door that the hackers are using. We need to stay offline until he can plug the hole. How did it go with Nikolai's daughter? Did you get her out ok?"

My thoughts flashed to Arrow and I wondered if she was somehow responsible for The Facility being hacked. I had no idea how back doors worked, but I couldn't help thinking that maybe she'd left it open.

"It wasn't as easy as we thought," I started to explain. "They were expecting us after what we did to Valentin. We ended up taking a bit of a raping, but we came out on top and rescued the girl."

"All in a night's work then," Lexa laughed as though it was nothing. "Are you both ok?"

"Becca fucking loved it," Natalie interrupted. "I could hear her cumming like a slut from the room next door."

"You're only jealous because you didn't get an orgasm," I spat back at her. "The smell of your sweaty pussy must have put them off."

"It's nice to hear you're both in such good spirits," giggled Lexa. "Was the girl ok?"

"Yeah, I think so. She'd been groped a bit, but they didn't abuse her from what we can tell," I said. "They were saving her for Victor to break her in."

"That was nice of them," she said sarcastically. "At least she's safe thanks to you. Excellent work from both of you. You should be proud."

"I am," I said. "Although Nat didn't really do much except get the van shot-up. She needs to learn how to drive."

"Ok, ok, enough of the piss taking," Lexa brought things back down to earth. "What did Nikolai tell you? What did he give to the Russians that was so important?"

"He gave them plans of the undersea cable network stretching from the UK to the US," I explained. "The initials we have match three of the main fibre optic cables that carry information between us and America. Flag Atlantic, Atlantic Crossing One and Grace Hopper are their targets."

"Holy fucking shit," she gasped. "That ties in with a conversation I had with a guy I know in Military Intelligence."

"What did he tell you?"

"He said that the UK weren't flying any drones in Ukraine and that it was all being done by the US. At first, I didn't believe him, but he was adamant that we weren't involved," she said. "If the yanks are flying them, they'll be using the sub sea cables for their comms. That makes perfect sense."

"It's bigger than that," I explained. "I have a contact in the CIA and they also have three Russian teams in country. I think they're looking at taking out the cables on both sides of the Atlantic just to make sure."

I went on to explain everything that we knew, filling Lexa in on the fact I'd been talking to the CIA, using the contact I'd made on Hamilton Island during my last mission.

"It sounds like you're keeping the Anglo-American relationship in good order," Lexa laughed. "Is Agent Sullivan your new boyfriend?"

"Don't you fucking start," I hissed. "I've got enough with Nat taking the piss without you joining in too."

"You don't know the half of it, Lexa," Natalie butted in. "She's like a bitch in heat when she's on the phone to him. She practically starts foaming at the gash every time she calls him."

"If it gets the job done - that's fine by me," Lexa giggled. "We all know what Becca's like when it comes to flirting."

"Fuck off the pair of you," I replied. "I'm just building up our network. It's good to have him on board and sharing intel."

"That's not all she's been sharing," laughed Natalie. "I'm sure some bodily fluids were exchanged."

Lexa and Natalie laughed like school girls with me taking the brunt of the piss taking. It was a nice change of pace after the stressful night we'd had, but we still had a job to do.

"At least I'm not spending half my time selling my dirty panties online to panty-sniffers-are-us," I snapped back. "You should start docking her pay for the amount of time she wastes with her clan of perverted followers."

"I have a fan base to satisfy," Natalie protested. "You're just jealous because they get to smell my sweet sweet pussy instead of you. Don't worry, Becca bitch, I'll let you smell the next pair."

"Alright girls, that's enough," Lexa calmed us down again. "Where do we go from here? What's the plan to stop this before Saturday?"

"We don't really have on at the moment," I replied. "We know where and when the attack will take place and how they are planning on doing it. Why can't we just station armed police or special forces to lie in wait for them?"

"I'd love to, but it's coming up to holiday season down there. We can't have a war raging on the beaches with tourists around. This needs to be dealt with before the Russians attack," said Lexa.

"I know what you're saying, but losing a few tourists is slightly less worrying than losing our internet connection with the US, especially for Ukraine," I disagreed. "They are bound to co-ordinate their attacks simultaneously and we can't be in three places at once. What do you suggest?"

"Find them before Saturday," Lexa stated the obvious. "I can ask the Welsh authorities for help with Whitesands Bay and protecting the Atlantic Crossing cable, but you'll have to deal with Sennen and Bude."

"We'll do what we can, but we don't even have any intel coming in from you," said Natalie. "How long before you're back up and running? We have some burner phones that might be able to be traced back to a location, but we don't have the skills to do it."

"We're working on it as fast as we can. Send me the numbers of the phones you have and I'll see if another agency can help us out. If that's all we have to go on, we'll have to make it work."

I saw an opportunity here and I took it. Lexa knew nothing about Arrow or Naomi helping me out as my own personal intel team. I didn't want to come clean and tell her everything, but I could ease it in gently.

"I may know someone who can trace the phones," I said.

"Really? Who?"

Natalie shot me a glance and shook her head at me, telling me not to let the cat out of the bag.

"I met a girl in prison who's good with that sort of thing," I explained, ignoring Natalie's reservations. "I could see if she can help."

"How can she help you if she's in prison?"

"She's out now and I have a way of contacting her. I thought it might come in handy."

"Is she trustworthy? The last thing we want is this to be leaked to the media."

"I trust her with my life," I pointed out. "She's one of the girls who helped me to escape. She's a genius when it comes to stuff like this. I just need your permission to use her. Her name is Arrow."

Asking for permission even though I was already using her made me feel better, but also introduced Lexa to the idea of using an outside body. If she said no, I'd do it anyway, but I'd rather do it with her blessing.

"I trust your judgment, Becca," Lexa replied. "We don't have much choice at the moment. If you think she can do it, use her."

"Thank you," I replied, making a face at Natalie. "I'm sure she'll come up with something."

I heard voices in the background at The Facility and Lexa spoke to someone else in the room.

"I need to go," she replied, cutting our conversation short. "Find out what you can from the phones and send me the numbers so we can work it from this end too. As soon as we are back up and running, I'll let you know."

She hung up before any of us could say good-bye.

"It's a risk telling her about Arrow," said Natalie. "You know she'll look into her and she might find out that you've already been using her."

"She'll need to get her system back up and running first," I laughed. "Besides, we're all on the same side here. As long as the mission is a success and we stop these assholes, who cares."

****

Back at The Surfiety we were hard at work. We'd arrived back in the early hours of Wednesday morning and had showered before getting some sleep. It was hard to believe how much we'd achieved in the last few days and it sounded like a Craig David song in my head.

We went to the Glory hole on Friday...

Got raped at Valentin's place on Saturday...

Met the Crow and killed Valentin on Sunday...

Chilled on Monday...

We'd rescued Saskia on Tuesday and now it was Wednesday and we were running out of options to find Victor and his men.

The burner phone information had been sent to Lexa and I was now on a video call to Naomi and Arrow after explaining everything to them. I sounded like a stuck record as this was the third time I'd told someone about the Russian plot in full.

"For fuck's sake. I can't believe my algorithm didn't find those initials," swore Arrow. "It's obvious when you think about it."

"It's only obvious once you know," I laughed. "Don't beat yourself up about it. We all missed it. The important thing now is to find these assholes and take them out before they finish the job."

"I'm running a trace on the burner phones now," said Arrow. "From what I can see so far, all four phones have called each other at various times, but Dimitri's phone has called another number at least six times."

"Can you trace the number?" asked Nat.

"I already have, but it's another unregistered burner phone which is no longer active," she explained, barely tearing her eyes away from her screens. "I'm sure whoever it belongs to has ditched it by now, but I might be able to find it's geo-location for the last calls it received. It looks like Dimitri called him just before you guys arrived to rescue Saskia."

"It has to be Victor's phone," said Natalie. "He must have been checking in with his boss before delivering Saskia to him. How accurate will the location be?"

"He wasn't on the phone for very long for obvious reasons, but I might be able to pin it down to within a mile radius," she replied.

"That's a good starting point," I replied. "Thanks for the Dropbox link by the way. I've sent it on to The Crow. She'll have a nice list of rapists to deal with for the next few weeks thanks to you."

"Keep your eyes on the news," laughed Naomi. "I don't like that woman, but I'm sure there will be a series of unexplained arson attacks in the area with certain criminals spontaneously combusting."

"Let's fucking hope so," I laughed. "I know she's kind of crazy, but she won't let us down."

Arrow continued to tap away at her keyboard and stare at the series of large monitors on the wall. They showed a series of numbers and scrolling digits which meant nothing to me. On one of her other monitors there was a map of the area we were in with some of the roads highlighted with green lines.