Chapter 378 - Juliette

Name:Help...My Wife is a Spy Author:Yunyi
After the call with her team of BTA agents, Halia remained seated inside the room and flipped through the doc.u.ments that Trisha left for her. There were four folders: one for each agent.

Jackson leaned over dotingly and glanced at the folders. The first one was labeled, 'Hummingbird'.

Halia opened it up and saw a photo of a young woman on the first page. She had long wavy red hair, light brown eyes, and she appeared to be around Halia's age. Under her photo was her profile: Allison Jones, 27, Australian. Halia had thought that the woman's chirpy accent was a little different but didn't realize she was Australian at first. With interest, she flipped to the next page and started reading through the missions that the woman had been on. Allison was a sporty woman that worked for the Australian defense force at one point. When she was young, she was a champion in swimming, running, and even horseriding, and after she entered the defense force, she won a few marathons and shooting competitions. She had only joined Interpol a couple of years ago, but she had already cracked a few drug and weapon smuggling cases in Australia.

2 days before Boginya's attempted escape, a mysterious old woman that claimed to be a friend of Boginya's accomplice had visited the prison. After checking the surveillance cameras and details of the visitor, Trisha discovered the woman was from Israel and found it quite odd. Firstly, why was she in Hong Kong, and secondly, why did she visit someone that was clearly there to attempt a prison break? Most importantly, they had yet to figure out how the two accomplices managed to smuggle weapons into the prison and the weapons used were ones they had never seen before. Since the accomplices were inside for 7 months and their cell was regularly cleaned, the weapons must have been smuggled close to the date of their escape from an outside source. This mysterious visitor was the biggest suspect.

So, Trisha immediately sent Allison after her.

According to the doc.u.ments, Allison was transferred fighting knowledge from one of the top fighters in Interpol and she was also transferred some weapons and drugs knowledge from an expert. At that moment, she was posing as a backpacker and was tracking down the woman in Jerusalem.

"Israel is one of the top weapons exporters in the world, but it flies under the radar compared to Russia and Germany. I wouldn't be surprised if that woman supplied their weapons," Jackson explained. "They have a lot of secret weapons that we don't know about..."

Halia looked at her husband and almost forgot that he had posed as a weapons dealer for many years. "Did you ever trade with Israel?" she asked.

Jackson nodded, "My boss had a few dealings with them when I was in France, but Interpol had other agents in Israel so I did not overstep my boundaries."

"If your agent is in Jerusalem, tell her to check Daisy Bar. I know a lot of weapons dealers enjoy meeting there," Jackson said before he stood up. "You should be hungry by now, let me go out and make you dinner."

As Jackson stepped out of the room, Halia took Jackson's advice and sent a quick encrypted message to Hummingbird, "Check Daisy Bar."

She then picked up the second folder. This one was labeled, 'Sasquatch'. Just like his name suggested, this man was big, burly, and strong. He was the oldest out of the four agents at 35 and he had many years of experience with Interpol.

He was from Hong Kong, so Trisha sent him to investigate potential local moles.

As he was doing a simple investigation, Dr. Li only transferred fighting knowledge from the same fighter that they used for Hummingbird. This fighter was so impressive, that the remaining two agents were also transferred the same knowledge.

Halia put down the second folder and reached for the third one. Just as she picked it up, Jackson returned to the room with a bowl of stir-fried egg noodles. "Here, have some food first," Jackson said dotingly as he placed the bowl in front of his wife.

But, Halia was so immersed in the doc.u.ments in front of her that she ignored the food and proceeded to open the third folder. This folder contained the information for 'Wolf'. A young, handsome, and charming agent from Italy. This man was a sweet talker that cracked many undercover cases, especially when women were involved.

Halia laughed. She had heard that Italian men were good with women. 

It was no wonder that Trisha had sent him to Russia to investigate Boginya's background. This man could probably get information from anyone. Especially with the Russian language knowledge that Dr. Li transferred to him.

Halia flipped back to the first page to have another look at the handsome Italian man. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and a neatly groomed beard and mustache. This man could be a really good asset.

Jackson saw that his wife wasn't eating and noticed her staring at the man's photo. With a frown, he picked up her bowl and started feeding the noodles into her mouth. 

Halia subconsciously ate as she picked up the last folder. "Orca," she whispered to herself. What an interesting code name. The name 'Orca' sounded pleasant and beautiful, but when one considered the other name for an orca, they would realize it wasn't as innocent as it sounded; orcas were also known as killer whales!

Orca was currently in Mongolia with some transferred IT knowledge to aid her in her investigation of the base that Interpol had raided.

As Halia flipped through the woman's information, Jackson slipped another mouthful of noodles between her lips and she ate it subconsciously again. Jackson laughed dotingly and glanced down at the doc.u.ments. That was when he noticed the photo attached to the doc.u.ments in front of her.

"Juliette?" he exclaimed.

He recognized the woman.

Halia frowned. She knew about Amelie, but who was this woman and why did Jackson look so pleased to see her?

Finally, she picked up her bowl of noodles and began to eat it as she looked at her husband curiously. Meanwhile, Jackson picked up the folder and started flipping through it with interest. "Wow, she did so much since I last saw her," he said in an impressed manner.