Crooked Rose and the CIA---episode 5

This mission got out of hand fast. Karen did the one thing she was good at: drop kicks. She dropped down and kicked him in the torso. Everything went so fast that he had no time to react. She stood up and elbowed him in the back as he was clutching the pain she caused in his chest. He dropped his gun; she picked it up and pointed it at him. “Tell me who bought the painting, now!” she screamed. There was not a soul in sight. He remained silent. She coked the gun and he flinched. “Tell me” she said. Silence. She unloaded two bullets between his legs. “Next time I aim higher” she threatened. “Greece. Tortusky Reran” he muttered. She smiled. “You always seemed to do whatever I asked” with that she hit him over the head with the gun. “I need extraction, now” Karen said, walking away from Ivan.

--Back at headquarters--

“Tortusky Reran. A twenty-two year old obsessed with rare artifacts. He has a “clean” record. He is part of the mafia, so any crime he has committed is not proven. A cover-up artist who actually buys his artifacts instead of selling them. This guy is rich, meaning he has security and lots of weapons” Kerrigan said a picture of a man appeared on the screen. “Mission. Contact Tortusky and find out where the painting is being held” he said and walked out. Karen stood up and followed Vincent out of the room. They both went into the computer room where Tristan was typing away on something. “How does such a young guy get to be rich? I mean I have thought up some stuff to patent, but this is ridiculous” Tristan said. “Where does he live?”
“He has a vineyard and manor right outside of Athens. But he owns a nightclub in the city where he goes every night” Tristan replied. “That’s where we start”

--Athens—

The nightclub was jam packed full of people, music and drinks. Two things were loaded in the club, people and guns. Karen stepped inside with a silver mini skirt and frizzy pink hair. “My contact said he likes to sit upstairs with two Greek girls. I only dream of that kind of…hey, don’t hit me Vincent” Karen heard in her earphone. She walked upstairs and found him lounging and laughing with two girls on either side of him. “Stop” a guard stopped her and told her to turn around. They started to check her. Maybe it was a bad idea that she had a pistol strapped to her thigh…