FROM INDIA WITH LOVE P11 A&B FINAL Episode

For readers of this story, the previous episode involved a situation on roof of The Orient Express.
Part A
The tunnel passed and there was light. Crown lifted his head and gazed back at the distant cavern of darkness, where Azimov met his end. He cautiously stood up and made his way along the carriage roof to negotiate the steps at the rear of the train. After opening the door, he straightened his tie and brushed himself down to improve the ruffled appearance that resulted from his encounter with the Russian. He walked down the corridor to find Lana who had been waiting anxiously. She got out of her seat and smiled with relief on seeing his return.
Are you alright? What happened?
Crown sat down at the table and described the events.
Thank goodness he's gone, said Lana. I didn't know what to do. I'm so glad you're ok.
So am I, replied Crown. I'll order some drinks and have them brought to our cabin. Is Champagne ok?
Fine with me. We can sort out food later.
Crown beckoned the waiter and placed the order. He then held Lana's arm and pulled her towards him. He kissed her tenderly on the lips. You're the most important part of my life and I want you to know that.
I do know, she replied. I feel the same about you.
They left their seats and slowly walked back to the compartment. Occasionally stopping to embrace and feel the love permeate through the attachment of their bodies. Lana opened the door and grabbed Crown's hand, pulling him towards the bed that was so welcoming.
What took you so long? said the voice. There is a gun pointing at you, so don't try anything.
Crown and Lana gazed with shock in the direction of the chair where the glint of gun metal caught their eyes. You didn't think that I'd fall for that trick on the roof, did you? When you suddenly lay down, I did the same thing and when the train entered the tunnel, I slowly crawled to the end of the carriage nearest me. I waited till we were clear and you had disappeared from view. The old carriage doors have pull down windows, and I re entered that way. I knew which cabin was yours. I was next door. My special key did the rest.
What are you going to do now? asked Crown.
Well, soon we will be arriving in Paris, and I will depart with the Cypher and the woman. You, Mr Crown won't. She will be ok as long as you do as you're told, and you can start by very slowly removing your gun. Place it on the floor. Any sudden movement and she gets it, right?
Crown did as instructed.
Now we can all relax, said Asimov.
There was a knock at the door. You can answer it Crown, but no tricks or she gets it.
I've got your drinks sir, said the waiter. A bottle of Champagne was positioned in a bucket of ice, with two glasses, and situated on a portable trolley.
Oh good, said Crown. Bring it in.
Shall I pour it for you sir?
No. That's fine.
Thank you sir.
The door closed and Crown sat beside Lana. Only two glasses, I'm afraid, said Crown. You'll just have to watch.
Very funny, said Asimov. That'll be your last drink. You realise that. Now, in about thirty minutes time we will approach Paris, and you, Mr Crown, will receive A bullet through the heart. I am an expert shot and that's why I am number one in the SEF. You thought you could outsmart me, but I have dealt with many secret service agents and you are no different. To retrieve the Cypher will get me much praise, and to kill a British agent, even more kudos.
Well, said Crown. Do you object to me having a last drink?
Go ahead. But this gun is ready and I won't miss.
Crown stood up and opened the bottle. He poured two drinks and passed one to Lana who looked nervously up at him. He gazed at her and with eye movement only, looked down at the gun on the floor and then back at her, hoping she would get the message.Lana spoke to try and gain a fraction of attention from Asimov.
What will you do with me?

Part B follows shortly