The Philadelphia
Story – Part 3
7.45 pm
“This is the bit that surprises me,” Lily whispered to
Maddie as they all sat round the table, “how they just act is if nothing
dangerous was going to happen.”
“I know,” Penny said, “but you can feel the tension
starting to grow.” She watched as Abby,
Jo, Annie and Doc discussed school matters, while Dominique talked fashion with
Juliette and Diana. Sandy and Heather
were discussing possible nannies for George, while Carina and Jan talked about
the race course.
“Right,” Juliette said as she looked at her watch,
“time. Take a moment, gather your
thoughts.”
The room went silent as they turned and looked at her.
“Dominique, ropes and equipment?”
“Packed and checked.”
“Maddie, supply bags?”
“Fully stocked and waiting in vehicles. Each bag is labeled for the apartment or site,
and in each apartment bag has individual bags for each likely resident.”
"The weapons are all cleaned and checked
Diana."
"Oui."
"Okay listen up all, we do this military
style." Juliette spoke. "Dominique will issue uniforms, Diana will
act as armorer and issue weapons. The more specialized things you need for
tonight will be issued by Heather... Does everyone understand?"
"YES!" a general shout came back.
"The same rules as always, nothing at all
personal goes on the job, nothing identifiable, nothing that can inadvertently
give Janice and her team of bloodhounds a scent to chase." Juliette smiled
at her FBI friend.
"Buddy up, check each other, make sure all is
just right."
"Clint how are the vehicles?"
"Perfect Ju and I've parked the second getaway
cars where you said, for when you switch."
"Good...Any last minute problems ladies?"
“Just nerves,” Doc said with a little shiver.
“Good – a lack of nerves means you do not understand
what is happening,” Juliette said as she stood up. “It is time – ladies, let’s prepare.”
Dominique stood up and walked to a side room,
returning with a clothes rack, bags hanging from them. One by one they came up, taking a bag from
Dominique and heading upstairs.
“Doc, our final uniforms are in the bag for the
Kennedy apartment,” Dom said as the young girl came up. “You and I need to wear overalls, so that we
can get Annie and Lily in the front door and for the abseil.”
“Roger that,” Doc said as she took the bag handed to
her, and Dom took the last bag.
“Come on,” Jo said to Abby, “let’s get the Thing to
work.”
They walked up the stairs together as Doc and Dom
followed them up.
“All right,” Dominique said as they went into a room,
“strip and start to make yourself up.
Once we have control of the apartment, we’ll change into the uniform,
but the makeup, wig – all need to be put on here.”
8.20 pm
Anna sat down on the couch, pulling nervously on the
leather gloves as she then brushed some imaginary lint off the blue coveralls
she was wearing.
"Are you okay Doc?"
Anna looked up and let out a little gasp as Carina came
downstairs. The four inch heels gave her
extra height, while the leather jacket and skirt rippled as she walked. Her blonde hair was hidden under the black
page boy wig, and on the lapel of her jacket, next to the black scarf, was her
jeweled pin in the shape of a lynx.
"Not totally,” Doc said quietly, “now it's getting close the butterflies
inside are turning into vultures eating at my guts."
"Not a reference that I like, but 'she' thinks
that sounds interesting." Cari smiled.
"How do you two co-exist like that? It's just so
strange knowing there is a second person in you."
"I know it freaks people out,” Cari said as
Maddie walked down, checking her scarf, “but to us it's just how things
are."
“Contact lenses?”
Cari nodded as she said “Whatever happens, whatever
you see, remember we love all our family.”
Anna nodded and then said “She just came out, didn’t
she”
Cari merely smiled and nodded again as they looked to
the far side of the room.
"What's up Doc?" Caroline said as she came
down the stairs. "You know I've always wanted to use that line."
"Ha Di Ha Ha." Doc grimaced, "The girls at school do that all
the time."
"She's getting nerves." Carina explained.
"The fearless Anna Carlton is nervous."
Caroline sat down and gave her a hug.
"I know I'm supposed to be a bit...but I don't do
patient very well, and my damn brain keeps playing out possible
scenarios."
"That's the problem with hyper-intelligence, we
have a tendency to over-think everything." Heather came in from the
kitchen.
"Well I'll be better once I'm in action."
Doc nodded. “I can’t wait to get my
outfit on.”
“Patience, little one,” Maddie said as she walked down
with Penny, “the time is near.”
"Heather a strand of hair is getting out." Carina brushed her own
head to indicate where.
"Okay thanks." Heather went to a mirror and
adjusted her wig.
"We all look like peas in a pod." Doc
smiled.
"That's the idea...identification comes only via
the pins." Juliette spoke as she descended.
"And by height." Abby laughed as she came
down, “My height is impossible to disguise."
"Wow I like the curves Abs." Doc smiled.
"Yeah the Thing does a great job of at least
disguising my figure."
“Oh, so THAT’S what The Thing is,” Doc said as she
looked at the transformed model.
"Little Sis you did remember none of your
personal scent?" Heather asked as Joanne followed Abby down.
"I did...I'm not wearing any perfume."
"Caroline go fetch the shoulder-holsters
please." Diana called from the top of the stairs.
"Will do."
"Just remember we need to keep noise to a
minimum." Juliette reminded people as she came down.
"So where are the 'boys'” asked Abby.
"Right here." Clint smiled as two convincing
looking guys followed him in from the kitchen.
"Did you put the thermals on Lily?" Diana
asked.
"Yes I did." Lily smiled at hearing her own
voice distorted to a baritone.
“This is so strange,” Annie said, and then laughed in
her deep bass voice.
“Before we forget,” Juliette said, “Lily we need to
tell you your Pussycat name. Normally
we’d give you a pin now as well, but that needs to wait until later.”
“Lily,” Penny said, “by common agreement, you will be
known as Miss Manul.”
“Unusual, but I like it,” Lily said as she looked at the
others.
"Alright 14 shoulder holsters, various
sizes." Caroline opened the box. "I'll fit you each in turn."
One by one they walked up and allowed Caroline to fit
the holster, checking it was comfortable before they each took a pistol from
Diana.
"Okay check your guns and make sure they are
loaded, that the safety is off, and that you can make a nice smooth draw from
those holsters." Diana watched as the girls practiced.
"You have your coms...keep chatter to a minimum, ideally the only voice
you'll hear is little sis keeping us informed...Got that?" Heather looked
from woman to woman to check.
“Final inspection – line up ladies.”
Juliette walked down the two lines of women, making
tiny adjustments to the outfits and smiling at Annie and Lily.
“Check each other now – make sure all personal items
have been removed, no jewellery, nothing to identify us.”
The checks completed, Juliette took a pair of dark
glasses and put them on, the others following suit as both Doc and Dominique
also put on a baseball cap.
“All right ladies – let’s do this,” she said as she
opened the door. “And good luck to all
of you.”
Doc nodded as she went to the first car with Dom, Janice
taking Jo, Annie and Lily and driving off as the others followed.
9.25 pm
The Carlton
Building
The cars pulled up in the underground car park as the
engines were turned off.
"We use the sawn-offs to frighten, but for
tonight use the pistols for your killing ladies." Juliette spoke on the
com system. "The fewer people have any clue we are in the building the
better, so no shotgun blasts setting off barking dogs, etc."
"Carina, Annie, Penny, make sure you gag anyone
before you do what you want to do." Diana spoke, "We don't need
screams alerting people either."
"Pity, the noise just adds to the thrill....but I
do understand." The Beast answered.
"Anyone under puberty is treated as a child and
not harmed." Heather reminded everyone. "Deliver any you happen upon
to the safe bedroom."
"Gotcha." a couple of voices responded.
"Just remember that terror trumps bravery
ladies." Juliette spoke. "Get them all so frightened they'll be
pliable and easy to manage."
"There is a utility closet just off the fire
stairs. Lily you get the doorman and the
guy on reception in there, and then..."
"I lose my virginity." Lily sounded steady.
"Two in the chest, one in the brain Lily, just
like I taught you." Dominique told her.
"I know, and I know we can't have them in there
potentially making noise."
"Lily it's the cleanest and safest way...even Madame
approved when I spoke to her earlier."
"I'll do what I have to Dom."
"Jan I'll open the elevator doors for you."
Jo spoke. "In the back of the head and they fall forward down the
shaft."
"That's as good a place as anywhere to put two
bodies." Janice responded with a small laugh.
"Anyone asks where the two regular guys are what
do you say?"
"They have food poisoning, a bad microwave meal
or something, we were hired by the building superintendent from an
agency." Annie replied.
"So where is the super going to be?" asked
Lily.
"Dead in his apartment. Just leave him to
me." Diana spoke, "he's my first job on entry."
"All calls will come to the desk, so you explain
the super's not well either and deal with the calls as best you can."
"Gotcha Ju." Lily replied.
"Five people are dead and they don't even know it
yet." The information both frightened and thrilled Doc. It was hitting
home, this was the real thing, and this was a Pussycat Gang robbery.
“All right – Lily, Annie, go.”
The men in the security room saw two men get out of a
car and walk to the lift, shrugging as they went in.
“Who do you think they are?”
“Just colleagues of Bert and Ern outside I imagine,”
the second man said as he looked at the monitors, not seeing the two women get
out of the car and walk over to the lift.
In the reception area, the two men were sitting at the
desk, watching the world go by.
“Quiet night, Ern?”
“Yeah Bert, not a lot…”
He looked over as the lift doors open, only to see two
men in their uniforms walk out, each carrying a sawn off shot gun.
“Don’t even think of touching that alarm, ass hole,”
the taller of the two said as he cocked the gun and pointed it at them. “There’s a closet over there – get into it,
fast as you can.”
“What the hell is this?”
“You got an order, mate,” the other man said, “MOVE!”
Slowly, the two men got up and walked to the utility
closet, the second man opening the door as they were forced in.
“Turn round.”
The two men turned to see the first man draw a
silenced pistol from his holster – and then there were six soft phuts, as Miss
Manul shot them in the chest and head.
“The first is always the worst,” Miss Snow Leopard
whispered as they slumped to the floor.
Guiding Miss Manul out, she closed and locked the closet door before they
took their positions behind the desk, watching as the lift doors opened again.
“Hey – what happened to Bert and Ern,” an older woman
said as she walked out, a fur coat round her body.
“Food poisoning – we just got called in,” Miss Manul
said as she went and opened the door, saluting as the woman walked out. As she closed the door, the fire door opened
and two stocking masked women walked quickly to the security room.
“Good evening, dahlins,” Miss Bobcat said as she and
Miss Ocelot walked into the room, their shotguns primed, “be good little angels
and move away from the console, won’t ya?”
“What the fuck…”
“Hush,” Miss Ocelot said as she looked at the young
man, “both of you stand up and walk with me.
Miss Bobcat?”
“Oh fuck,” the older man said with a shaking voice,
“you’re fucking Pussycats.”
“Oh he’s a clever one, sugah,” Miss Bobcat said as she
sat at the desk. “Why don’t you go and
make them real comfortable.”
“Let’s go,” Miss Ocelot said as she opened the door,
and motioned for the two men to walk in front of her. “And do nothing to raise the alarm or you
die.”
Nodding, the two men walked out, the doorman and desk
manager ignoring them as they walked to the lift. As the lift doors opened, they saw the lift
cables – and then the blinding light as the bullet entered the back of their
heads, their bodies falling forward before the lift doors closed again.
Walking back to the security room, Miss Ocelot nodded
as Miss Bobcat said “secured – next wave, dahlins.”
“Go,” Miss Cheetah said as Miss Leopard, Miss Civet
and Miss Oncilla left the car and walked to the lifts.
“Stand by – couple coming down in the lift,” Miss
Bobcat said as she consulted a tablet.
“Occupants of apartment 7B.”
Miss Manul nodded as she stood up and walked to the
door, waiting for the young couple to come out and opening the door for them as
the lift went to the car park.
As the doors opened, the three women walked in, Miss
Leopard smiling under her stocking mask.
“First floor, second floor, fifteenth floor Miss
Bobcat.”
“Copy that,” Miss Bobcat said as she worked the
controls. At the first floor, the doors
opened to allow Miss Snow Leopard to come in, taking a bag from Miss Civet.
On the second floor, Miss Leopard nodded and stepped
out, making her way to apartment 2D as the lift doors closed. Walking at an even pace, she stopped and
knocked on the apartment door.
“Yeah, what is it,” a male voice called out. She did not reply, but just knocked again.
“Hold your flaming horses,” the voice said again as she
heard someone unlocking the door. As it
opened, she saw a slightly overweight man in his late forties, wearing a
checked shirt over a grey t-shirt, jeans and work boots.
“Are you the superintendant,” she asked as she looked
at him.
“Who wants to know?”
“I do,” she said as she drew her pistol and shot him
in the forehead, watching as he fell back and stepping over his body before she
dragged him inside and closed the door.
She quickly searched the apartment, and then nodded as she moved his
body into the main room.
“Miss Cheetah?
We are good to go.”
On the building roof, the three women walked to the
edge, and then unpacked the ropes, Miss Civet securing them to the roof as they
let them drop quietly over the edge of the building.
“At least there is not much wind tonight,” Miss Civet
said as she looked down, and then at her watch.
“9.50 pm – are you both ready?”
The other two nodded, as Miss Oncilla suddenly moaned.
“Yeah,” Miss Snow Leopard said in answer to the
unasked question, “take it, use it – and take courage from it.”
“Positions,” Miss Civet said as she checked the ropes
on the other two, and Miss Snow Leopard checked her, before they stood on the
edge of the roof, their hands holding the rope.
“And – go…”
9.55 pm
Apartment 12A
“Have you two washed and brushed your teeth?”
“Yes Dad.”
“Well come in here and say goodnight then,” Alan
Kennedy said as he sat in a leather armchair.
Dressed in an open necked shirt, jeans and slippers, he smiled as Dawn
and Andrew came in. His younger daughter
was wearing a pair of pink Hello Kitty pajamas, while his son was wearing a
dark blue short-sleeved pajama top and shorts.
“Are your bags ready for school tomorrow,” Zoe Kennedy
said as she sat, her legs curled under her on a long recliner. She was wearing a cream coloured blouse and
white jodhpurs, with white socks pulled up over her lower legs.
“Yes, mom,” Andrew said as he rolled his eyes.
“All right then,” Alan said, “give your mom a kiss
good night, and then what the hell….”
His change in wording was the result of the doors of
his balcony opening and three people waking in, all wearing stocking masks and
with shotguns in their hands. Two were
dressed in blue coveralls, and the third wore the uniform of one of the
doormen, but all had short black hair.
“Don’t move a fucking muscle,” the taller of the two
blue clad people said as she aimed her shotgun at the family, “sit down, put
your hands on your heads, and don’t make a sound.”
“Daddy, what’s going on,” Dawn said as she grabbed her
father’s arm.
“Just do as you’re told and you’ll be fine, little
one,” the other blue clad person said as Zoe sat up, “sit on the floor, legs
crossed, hands on your heads, and keep really really quiet.”
“Do… Do as they say, kids,” Alan said, watching as his
children sat down and then holding Zoe.
“What the fuck…”
“Get in there,” the man growled in a deep male voice
as he pushed Sharon into the room. The
young teenager was wearing a vest top with thin spaghetti straps over her
shoulders, and shorts,
“Oh fuck – it’s a robbery isn’t it,” she said as she
looked at her father.
“Yes – so please, just do as they say,” Alan
whispered, “I don’t want any of you hurt.”
Sharon nodded as she sat down, placing her hands on
her head as she tried to smile at her younger brother and sister.
“Right – not a word,” the taller woman said as she
pressed her hand to her ear. “We’re in –
get the others up here.”
“Others? What
others,” Zoe said, only to have her face slapped by the man as he said “I
thought we told you all to be quiet?”
“Don’t hurt them…”
“Mister Kennedy, you are not in a position to dictate
what we do or do not do,” the taller woman said, “but don’t take my word for
it. Someone wishes to talk to you.”
The other woman walked out of the front room, as Alan
heard the front door of the apartment open, and another six women walked
in. All were identically dressed – black
fitted leather jackets, knee length tight leather skirts, dark stockings, high
heels and leather gloves. Each one had a
dark scarf tied round their necks and tucked into the front of their jackets,
and a stocking pulled down over their heads, their short black hair pressed
down under it.
And each had a cat shaped jeweled brooch on the lapel
of their jackets, as well as shotguns in their hands, as several large canvas
bags were placed quietly on the floor.
“Good evening Mister Kennedy,” one of the women said
as she walked forward, while the masked man walked out of the apartment, “allow
me to introduce myself. My name is Miss
Panther, and we are the Pussycat Gang.
So, if you value your life, and your family, you will stay very very
quiet, and do exactly what we tell you, do you understand?”
Alan looked at the women, his mouth open as he slowly
and silently nodded.
“Good – Miss Margay, Miss Tigress, please ensure we
cannot be disturbed by any calls. Miss
Cheetah, Miss Wildcat, select a room for the younger generation to be
comfortable in. And as for you five – be
good little hostages, and behave, understand?”
Alan hugged Dawn and Andrew as he nodded, saying
“please, they’re just kids…”
“Don’t worry – we’re going to keep them out of the
way,” Miss Panther said, “after all, they do not need to hear what we are going
to discuss, do they?”
Four of the women moved into the rest of the
apartment, as another said “All five of you, on your knees, facing each other.”
“Do as they say,” Alan whispered as they knelt in a
circle.
“Miss Puma, Miss Tigress, begin.”
As the two blue clad women picked up a holdall and
walked to a bedroom, the last two opened a bag and took a plastic bag out,
kneeling behind the two younger children as they took out a doubled length of
rope.
“Put your arms by your sides,” the tall woman said,
“we’re going to make sure you can’t move your arms, and then you’re going to
have a sleepover of your very own in a bedroom.
Just relax and you’ll both be all right.”
Andrew and Dawn watched each over as the rope was
draped round their necks, and then wound down their arms, pulling them behind
their backs and securing their arms together before they were pulled further up
their backs so that they were tied in place.
“All right kids, stand up,” one of the masked women
said as she came back in, “and come with me.”
Dawn and Andrew looked at their father, who nodded and
said “do as they say kids – I’ll see you later.”
They walked off with the masked woman, the other three
watching as they were taken into a bedroom and the door closed.
“Right,” Miss Panther said, her voice now harder,
“listen up you three bastards. Any of
you – ANY OF YOU – do anything that may raise the alarm and we drop you right
there and then. We are in charge, and
you will do exactly what we say, no matter what. Understand, mother fuckers?”
“What the fuck gives you the right to…”
“These fucking guns give us the right,” one of the
smaller women said as she pressed her gun into Zoe’s stomach, “would you like
me to demonstrate?”
“Zoe, please…”
“Listen to your husband, cock sucker – oh sorry,
spoilers for later,” the woman said, smiling through her mask.
“Now now Miss Lynx – Miss Puma, help Miss Leopard to
secure the two women, will you – and make sure they know they cannot move.”
“Why do you have to do this to us?” Andrew said to the
two masked women as they closed the door.
“I know it’s a bit scary,” the masked woman said, “but
I’m going to make sure you don’t get hurt.
We need to talk to your daddy, and he needs to do something for us, and
us looking after you means we make sure he does it. Now, sit on the bed please – we need to make
sure you can’t move your legs and get off the bed without our help.”
The two children nodded and sat on the bed, watching
as the two women tied their ankles tightly together, and then their legs below
their knees, before tying some rope from their ankles to the foot of the bed.
“What’s your name,” Dawn asked as she tried to move
her legs.
“I’m called Miss Cheetah - do you see my brooch?”
“It’s very pretty,” Dawn said.
“Well, I’m named after it. Now, I’m going to put a DVD into your
portable player and put it between you, and put some earbuds into your ears so
that you can hear. But at the same time,
I need to stop you both from talking, by putting one of these sponges into your
mouth and then some tape over your mouths.
When that’s done, just breathe through your noses, and enjoy the movie,
all right?”
“And you’ll stay with us?”
“And I’ll stay with you Andrew – now, open your mouth
nice and wide, and we’ll do this.”
As Andrew had the sponge pushed into his mouth, he
felt it press his tongue down and then the white tape as it pulled on his skin,
while the masked woman smoothed it over his mouth with her gloved hands. He watched as Dawn had her mouth silenced in
the same way, and then she placed some earbuds in their ears, using two of his
sister’s headbands to keep them in before she started the Scooby Doo movie.
“Does it have to be so fucking tight,” Sharon
protested as the ropes were pulled tightly round her chest by Miss Leopard.
“I don’t know, do you have to be such a mewling quim,”
Miss Leopard responded, before she pulled the ropes tighter, Sharon’s vest top
stretching almost to breaking point over it.
“Alan, who the hell are these – OW – these bitches,”
Zoe said as Miss Puma pulled the ropes tightly under her arms.
“They’re bank robbers – I mean they’re going to rob
the bank tomorrow,” Alan said as he struggled, his arms held firmly to his
sides, and felt his ankles being secured together.
“That’s right,” Miss Tigress giggled as she stood with
Miss Lynx, “but don’t worry, we’ll make sure you don’t pass the night in total
boredom…”
“And what the fuck do you mean by that?”
“Oh she had to ask,” Miss Puma said as she reached
round and tightly squeezed Zoe’s chest, making her gasp and sigh as she
massaged her breasts.
“Oh fuck…”
“Mister Kennedy, did we say you could talk,” Miss
Panther said as she kicked Alan in the crotch, making him double over in pain.
“Aww, that hurt him – someone should kiss it better,”
Miss Leopard said.
“I think you’re right – but which of the cock suckers
should it be?”
Miss Panther looked at the two women, and then said
“the she-bitch he calls his wife looks as if she’s already sucked him dry – let
the bastard daughter do the honours.”
“No – please, don’t make her…”
“Listen up, you fucking little bastard,” Miss Panther
whispered in his ear as she pulled the pistol from her holster and placed it to
his head, “get to your feet, and let your cock sucking little daughter enjoy
herself.”
Miss Margay and Miss Wildcat forced Alan to his feet
as Miss Tigress pulled his pants down, his manhood hanging for all to see while
Sharon was forced to shuffle over to him.
“Oh god,” she whispered, “please don’t make me do
this…”
“Do it,” Miss Tigress said as she placed a gun against
the young girl’s head, “or see your blood over his cock.”
“You fucking psychos, how dareummmdmddmmmmmmm”
Zoe almost choked as the sponge was pushed into her mouth,
and then the white tape wound tightly round her head by Miss Lynx.
“There now,” she said with a smile as she took the
rope between her legs, pulling it up and making her give a muffled squeal as it
dug between her legs, “let’s make sure you don’t feel left out.”
“Status report, Miss Bobcat,” Miss Panther whispered.
“All good – the couple in 10A came in, and Miss Manul
makes a very effective doorman.”
“I heard that,” the male voice said before she said
“Good evening Madame.”
“Who was that?”
“Woman who asked earlier where the others were. No problems.”
“Good – keep us posted. We need to pay our first visit at 11.30 pm.”
“Please, I’m begging you…”
“Hush,” Miss Margay said as she pushed Alan forward,
and looked at his daughter, “have you ever sucked a man off before?”
Sharon swallowed and then nodded slowly as her father
looked at her.
“Good, then you know what to do,” Miss Wildcat said,
Sharon nodding as she started to gently kiss her father’s cock, and then take
it into her mouth, his groans as he did so loud and clear.
"So blatantly fake." Miss Lynx said as she weighed
the wife's 38D's in her hands. "Same as the hair, the nose, etc." she
laughed under her mask. "Did you realize how much of your wife is
artificial before you married her?"
The husband struggled against his bonds as Carina played with the woman's
nipple causing it to harden and enlarge.
"Did you know also that her real name is Carrie
Sue Baker and that she's actually 33 years old, and far from going to Dobbs
Ferry then Wellesley, she went to good old Farmington High in Kansas and then
dropped out of community college."
"We did some research." Miss Margay purred
as she pulled the bitch's hair, causing her to try to yell in pain. "This
bitch hooked you, reeled you in, and now she and her boyfriend are beginning to
suck you dry....Rather like your dear daughter’s doing." She laughed
evilly as she watched.
“Oh god, please, is this true,” Alan pleaded, but his
wife just looked away as he felt the throbbing growing stronger and stronger
between his legs, Sharon unable to speak as he filled her mouth and pressed her
tongue down.
Suddenly his eyes opened wide as he came in Sharon’s
mouth, the young girl unable to pull back as the pistol was held to her
head. She swallowed as much as she
could, as her father whispered, “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…”
“That’s it, swallow it all down you little slut,” Miss
Panther whispered, “plenty more where that came from…”
"Here comes trouble, a cop coming this way."
Miss Manul whispered.
"Just be cool." Miss Bobcat replied as the
policeman walked up.
"Hey where's Ern?" the copper asked.
"Food Poisoning mate, so he gets to be waited on
by some good looking nurses while I get to come stand out here."
"Hey you're English."
"Born and bred."
"My old man was originally from Devon county,
where are you from."
"Yorkshire...up in the north."
"Okay I think I know where that is...anyway I
hope you don't get too damn cold, send Ern my wishes."
"I'll tell 'em inside."
"You do." the cop whistled as he walked on.
"Well?" asked Miss Manul.
"I'm monitoring police bands, he doesn't seem to
be calling anything in." Miss Bobcat replied.
"Yeah I think he was just the friendly
type." Miss Manul shook herself and stamped her feet trying to keep warm,
being a doorman would have to count among the worst things she'd ever done.
Getting taxis for people, helping people out of cabs, giving instructions to
visitors as to how to access parking, and it wasn't as if the tips were that
great either, she had about thirty-five bucks in her pocket.
Still at least she was doing it without arousing suspicion and they had kept
the normal flow of people in and out the building working while things went on
unseen inside.
Through the door she could see Miss Snow Leopard at
the desk, talking with some of the residents and answering the phone. At some point, she was going to take a break
and then she could come in, get something hot to drink – a thought that kept
her warm…
"The things you get to see." Miss Bobcat said
as she smiled at Miss Ocelot. "The woman in 9C - I just saw her kissing a
guy in her doorway as he left. Twenty minutes later another guy pulls up she
lets him in with a kiss, and I'm willing to swear this guy's her husband."
"Meaning the guy earlier was her boyfriend...I see what you mean,” Her
partner laughed.
“Wonder what’s happening up there now?”
“Hopefully, something quiet.”
“Good girl,” Miss Tigress said as she removed the gun,
Miss Civet and Miss Oncilla watching in their jackets and skirts. Zoe was shaking her head as she watched the
woman called Miss Lynx go into the bag.
"I've been reading how hard it is to damage modern
cohesive gel implants accidentally bitch, but I'd like to try a couple of
experiments." Miss Lynx pulled out a small surgical kit and laid it down
where the victim could see it. "Let's see if I can drain one of these
without killing you first."
The look of pure terror on the woman's face was like
nectar to a goddess. The Beast loved this, she loved seeing the earth shaking
fear her actions encouraged, she fed off the terror and fear, nourishing that
little thing that passed as her soul.
Slowly Carina ran a scalpel over the woman's breast, not cutting, just
absorbing the fear in the woman as she felt the metal against her bare flesh.
Delicately she used the tip to make the tiniest puncture, the blood dripping
down towards the nipple.
"Slut,” she said as she looked at Sharon, “you
get to clean step-mommy’s little bleeding up...use your tongue and lick her
till the blood stops flowing."
Sharon nodded as she shuffled over, and started to use
her tongue on Zoe’s breast, trying to be as gentle as possible.
"There's a safe in the bedroom Miss
Panther." Miss Wildcat said as she emerged from the room.
"Now just what are we going to need to do to you
Mister Manager to get you to open that up for us like a nice, good, boy?"
Juliette purred the words. "WELL?" her tone suddenly strident as she
grabbed him by his hair and pulled.
"Nothing, nothing, I'll be cool....just don't do
anymore to my family please."
"Oh I never make promises I know I'm not going to
keep." Miss Panther's voice returned to its usual purr. "Miss Margay,
Miss Puma, just go and open it and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid
please."
The two women forced Alan to his feet and marched him
off as Miss Panther looked across the room.
“Miss Civet, Miss Oncilla – good hunting.”
The taller woman nodded as the other picked up a bag.
“Miss Bobcat, do we have clear access to the lift?”
“Five seconds…
Lift is waiting for you.”
The two women walked quickly over and got into the
lift, the younger woman closing her eyes and saying “Oh shit – is this how it
always feels?”
“Fairly much, but now concentrate – the Rowans are our
concern for the next hour or so.”
The lift door stopped as Miss Bobcat said “Clear
access to 12B. Have fun.”
The two women walked quickly over, Dominique holding
the gun while Doc used a set of lock picks to open the apartment door. As she opened it, they slipped inside and looked
at each other. The apartment was in near
darkness, but they could hear music playing from a bedroom.
Nodding, they walked over to where they could see the
light under a door, Miss Civet cocking the gun as Miss Oncilla threw the door
open.
Chris Rowan looked up from the bed; a pair of glasses
perched on his nose, and stared at the two masked and elegantly dressed women
who marched into the bedroom. Miss
Oncilla pulled back the covers, revealing his red pajamas, as Miss Civet
whispered “Your wife – where is she?”
He pointed to the door as Miss Oncilla produced a
length of rope, and started to bind his arms, winding the rope down his arms as
she pulled them behind him. As she did
so, Miss Civet walked to the door, listening to the sound of running water
through the wood.
As the water was turned off, Miss Oncilla pulled a
knotted scarf into Rowan’s mouth, tying it tightly round his head, and then
wound duct tape tightly round his head to keep the gag in place.
“Chris, darling, could you make sure the bed is turned
down on my side,” a woman called through, Miss Civet waiting as the door opened
and Daphne Rowan walked in, wearing a white nightdress with a ribbon holding
her graying hair back.
“Chris, I said…”
“If you open your mouth to scream or do anything more
than say yes, I will kill you right now,” Miss Civet said as she drew her
pistol and held it against Daphne’s head, “understand?”
“Yes,” the woman whispered as she raised her arms.
“Very good – go and join your husband on the bed, and we’ll
make you nice and comfortable.”
“Who are you,” she whispered as she looked at her
husband.
“Hush, stand with your arms by your side,” Miss Civet
said as Miss Oncilla picked up the shotgun and aimed it at her husband,
“there’s a good girl.”
Sharon looked at the masked woman as Miss Lynx
examined Zoe’s breasts, squeezing roughly as she moaned.
“Well, I have another question. Does the gel in them burn, do you know?"
Miss Lynx smiled under her mask as she flipped a bic lighter on and off.
"Shall we find out?" She grabbed the woman's
breast and ran the nipple through the flame, not long enough to cause serious
damage, but guaranteed to cause some pain and a lot of shock.
"Oh this one is such a coward." Miss Tigress
laughed as she held the victim’s shoulders as Carina started inflicting a
series of tiny burns on the woman's chest.
“Nnn NNN… PLSSTPPPPPP!!!”
“Oh no – I must have my answers,” Miss Lynx said, “Is
it melting? Can you feel it – or is
something else bothering you, you little cow?
Wondering how we know so much of your little secrets?”
Zoe screamed into her gag in fury and pain, as Miss
Tigress held her down.
The Rowans looked up from the bed, unable to move with
their bound ankles pulled back and secured to the ropes around their
chests. While the smaller of the two
female intruders was taking their sketches down from the walls, removing them
from the frames and placing them in tubes, the other woman had managed to open
their bedroom safe and was loading their gems into a bag.
Their mouths covered with the band of duct tape, they
could only look at each other, and wonder what would happen next.
“Very nice,” the woman said as she drew the bag
closed, “Miss Oncilla how goes it?”
“All sketches rolled and packed,” she said as she came
in, “so what shall we do now?”
“I have an idea,” Miss Civet said as she pulled on the
rope she had tied between Daphne’s legs, making her moan as it rubbed against
her clit. Miss Oncilla walked over to
stand next to Chris, her hand slipping under his body.
“Oh, this one is turned on,” she said as she started
to stroke his cock, then rolled him over to one side, making him face Daphne as
she started to stroke his member.
She didn’t notice – her eyes were closed as waves of
pleasure started to sweep through her, Miss Civet gasping as she pushed her
closer and closer to the edge.
“HMSWWWTLLRDDDD” she suddenly screamed out as she
convulsed, and Miss Oncilla felt Chris jump under her hand.
“There – they’re happy now,” she said as the couple
looked at each other.
“What a nice way to go,” Miss Civet said as she shot
them both point blank in the head, the red seeping into the covers as Miss
Oncilla gasped and sank to her knees.
“Still a long way to go,” Miss Civet said as she
shouldered her pistol. “Miss Bobcat, we
need a clear way back to the twelfth floor.”
“Two minutes Miss Civet.”
Zoe gasped through her gag as Miss Lynx made a small
incision, the gel leaking out as she squeezed her breasts.
“Well, I think that answers that question,” Miss Lynx
said as she stood up, watching as Alan Kennedy was marched back in and forced
to sit in the chair, Miss Puma securing his legs.
“Success,” Miss Leopard said as Miss Civet and Miss
Oncilla returned.
“Very much so.”
“Good – Miss Tigress, Miss Margay, you may go now.”
The two tall women nodded as they picked up a bag and
walked off.
“Miss Oncilla, accompany me for a moment please,” Miss
Puma said as they walked upstairs.
Looking in the bedroom, they saw Miss Cheetah nod back as she stroked
the heads of the two younger children, scarves tied over their eyes and ears as
they lay there.
They then saw Miss Wildcat emerge from a bedroom, a
big smile on her face as she walked back down, her hips swaying under her
leather skirt.
“You’ll need to wait a minute, dahlins,” Miss Bobcat
said, “two couples just came in.”
“Thank you,” the slightly inebriated man said as he
walked across the floor, Lily watching as he, the second man and the two women
got in.
“Apartment 7C,” she heard Jo say, “we’ll let them get
home before I bring the other two down.”
Annie nodded as they entered the lift, and then
watched one going up, the other one descending from the 12th to the
11th floor.
As the doors opened, Miss Margay and Miss Tigress
stepped out, making their way to the apartment door as Miss Tigress knocked on
it.
“One minute,” they heard a woman say, and then the
door opened to reveal a dark haired woman in a pair of blue silk pyjamas.
“What is it ohfuckshitno….”
“Oh fuck shit yes,” Miss Margay said as they pushed
Candy Deans back into her apartment, Miss Tigress pressing against her stomach
with the sawn off shotgun as Miss Tigress checked the rest of the
apartment. “All clear,” she eventually
said as she came back, “so turn around bitch – we’re pussycats, and we’ve come
to take your cream.”
"Little Miss Sharon, you've been keeping
secrets." Miss Wildcat laughed as she came in holding the corset, boots,
and riding crop she'd found in a hidden compartment in the girls armoire.
Sharon looked on, eyes wide in shock at first, but
then she nodded and blushed.
"Oh little Miss Sunshine is secretly a sadist as well." Miss Lynx
laughed. "Why do I bet you've been dreaming for months of doing just we
are doing to your step-mother?"
"I hate the fucking bitch." Sharon suddenly
snarled, "And yeah I wish it was me doing that to her."
"Sharon!" her father exclaimed in shock.
"Dad she's a no good whore....You deserve better,
she's not got just one boyfriend. I reckon there are at least three she's
keeping happy with YOUR money."
"Ulitttlrmp." The stepmother looked daggers
at her through pain filled eyes.
“Oh shut the fuck up you stupid cunt,” Miss Lynx said
as she brought the back of her hand across her cheek. “At least she admits it and stands tall. You – you’ve been a lying little cunt for so
long you’ve forgotten how to do that.”
“Mgnnkllluu,” Zoe said as she tried to straighten
herself.
"That mane of fake blonde hair annoys me."
Miss Puma said as she and Miss Oncilla emerged downstairs, one carrying a pair
of scissors, the other a razor. “I wish
to remove it from my sight.”
“Oh god, what are you going to do with that?”
“Listen, you little mother fucking piece of shit,”
Miss Panther said as she pulled back on Alan’s hair, “you need to keep
quiet.” She shoved a pair of panties
into his mouth and taped it over, Sharon watching.
“What about you?”
“No – I’ll be quiet.
I want to see the bitch suffer.”
"Hold her still." Miss Oncilla demanded as Miss Wildcat pressed down
on Zoe’s shoulders. She started cutting
away huge hanks of the woman’s hair, leaving it to fall about her, as she was
systematically degraded. On and on the cutting went, the pain made worse when
one of the women held a mirror up so the bitch could see how bad she looked.
When the cutting had finished Miss Puma took over with the razor, scraping away
what was left, leaving the woman humiliated at the sight of her own baldness.
“I think she needs a change of position,” Miss Lynx
said. “But first – Miss Margay, would
you and Miss Leopard take the gentleman of the house to his bedroom? He needs to rest – he has an early start.”
The two women nodded as they hooked their arms under
Alan’s and frog marched him to the staircase, making him jump up the stairs as
Miss Cheetah walked down.
“The children are sleeping – we need to check them
every thirty minutes,” she said as she stood with Miss Puma, “have I missed
much?”
“You’re just in time, I want this bitch tied to the
back of the couch, legs spread.”
Miss Cheetah nodded as she untied Zoe’s legs, and made
her stand, the last of her clothes falling down as she was forced to stand at
the back of the leather two seater couch.
“Move and you die now,” she said as she tied her
ankles to the back feet of the couch, and then pushed her over, Miss Lynx tying
a rope between her breasts and tightening the harness even more as she pulled
it down and tied it to the coffee table.
“Untie her,” Miss Lynx then said as she looked at
Sharon, “her honesty and insight deserves a reward.”
The seventeen year old looked at the masked women as the
ropes were removed, and she slowly stood up, rubbing her wrists.
"Sharon, can I invite you to do the honors
please." Miss Lynx invited in a friendly tone as she looked at Zoe.
"Here" Miss Puma passed her the riding
crop as she walked over.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Do we look as if we joke about these things,” Miss
Panther said quietly.
Sharon smiled as she gave the riding crop a swish in
the air. "Now I've got you, you no
good lying, fucking slut." She whispered as she started to beat the older
woman severely on her back and buttocks, punctuating each stroke with a fresh
expletive.
"Under other circumstances I could maybe like to
get to know young Sharon." Carina whispered to her mother.
"She does seem a very nice girl...just spread the
word we leave her alive."
"The step-mother?"
"Darling I'm sure the Beast already has a death
in mind for her."
She nodded as the others gasped, Miss Puma and Miss
Cheetah stroking themselves as they watched, Miss Oncilla gasping…
“Plsssdnttdths,” Candy Deans moaned through the tape
band that covered her mouth, her panties held in place underneath as the ropes
pressed into her arms and chest.
“Oh shut up you stupid bitch,” Miss Tigress said as
Miss Margay searched the house, “anyone would think you were enjoying it.” She yanked on the rope she had tied between
her legs, smiling as Candy closed her eyes and moaned.
“Miss Tigress, dahlin?”
“Yes, my dear Miss Bobcat?”
“Miss Snow Leopard is on a break. Any possibility of a plaything?”
Miss Tigress looked at Candy and grinned as she said
“I have something sweet, but I need a clear window of opportunity.”
“You have it now – the lift is waiting.”
“Copy that – Miss Margay, please return to base when
you are finished. I have a delivery to
make.”
The other woman nodded as Miss Tigress dragged Candy
to the door of her apartment, and then to the waiting lift.
“You are in for a fun time,” she said as Candy stared
at her, and then at the doors as they opened, and she was dragged behind the
reception desk.
“Is he in there,” Miss Tigress said to the doorman,
who nodded as he sat behind the desk. Opening
the door, he pushed Candy in as the second man turned and looked.
“Very nice – thank you, Miss Tigress,” he said as the
tall masked woman closed the door, and he walked over, stroking the cheek of
the young actress.
“We are going to have so much fun,” he said as he
squeezed her chest hard.
“Hswtjssswhtrudng…”
“Hush,” he said as he produced a knife, and slowly cut
away her top, “let us enjoy the moment…”
Candy watched as the man pulled her pajama top open,
and then placed his hands on her chest, massaging it as he looked into her
eyes.
“You are a beautiful little thing,” he whispered as he
groped the actress, her moans of fear mixed with the shocked arousal she was
feeling, “and we are going to have such a wonderful time together.”
He started to kiss her breasts, pulling on her nipples
with his lips as she moaned and wriggled under her. She could feel them firming, and worse, she
was enjoying the sensations he was forcing on her.
“Whtrudnggtmmm,” she moaned as she closed her eyes –
and then opened them wide as she screamed, the metal clamps on her nipples
biting into her flesh.
“Oh shut up you little fuck machine,” he growled as he
pulled her pants off, and then bent her leg, binding her ankle to her thigh
tightly with rope, “you have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy this…”
“There, you fucking bastard – I feel so much better
for that,” Sharon said as she leaned over and whispered into her ear, and then
let out a long, low moan as she reached down her shorts and thrust her own
fingers into her passage.
“As I suspected, a woman after our own hearts,” Miss
Wildcat said, “but with regret, we must now make sure you cannot raise the
alarm.”
“I know,” Sharon eventually gasped, “make sure it is
tight, I need to be punished.”
“Consider it reward,” Miss Panther said as Miss
Tigress and Miss Margay came back in.
“Miss Panther dahlin, I need a word.”
“Take Sharon to her room,” Miss Panther said to Miss
Lynx and Miss Tigress, “give her her reward, and make her secure.”
“Bring her up,” Miss Lynx said as Miss Tigress took
her arm, “she is to be treated properly.”
“My apologies Miss Bobcat, proceed.”
“We’ve had complaints to the super from the apartment
next door – the male resident there has heard some loud noises. I think you may need to pay a visit.”
“I understand – do we have a clear floor?”
“You do.”
“Miss Puma, Miss Leopard, Miss Margay, Miss Wildcat –
the neighbours are complaining. Kindly
show them the error of their ways.”
The women nodded as they walked to the front door,
checking the corridor as they walked down to the next apartment. Miss Margay nodded to the others as she
knocked on the apartment door.
“Who the hell is it?”
“We understand you complained about the noise next
door – we’ve come to apologise.”
The door was unlocked and thrown open by a balding,
overweight man in a dressing gown.
“Now,” Miss Leopard said, “we are the Pussycat Gang,
and we are busy next door. What were you
complaining about?”
The man looked at them, and gurgled, his eyes bulging
as he fell to the ground, staring at the ceiling.
"Fuck,” Miss Puma said, “we never got that
reaction before."
"He's dead," Miss Margay felt for a pulse in
his neck, and then pulled him back into the apartment, the others walking in.
"Heart attack at the shock of who we are."
Miss Leopard said as she looked down at the corpse.
"Well it proves that our reputation is what we wanted...truly
terrifying."
"Are you sure he's dead?" Miss Bobcat asked
over the intercom.
"Yeah he snuffed it." Miss Wildcat noted.
"Work the lifts, we will send him down the shaft as well."
"Will do."
“Nobody else in,” Miss Puma said as she walked back.
“All right,” Miss Puma said as she lifted the dead man
up, “let’s do this and get back. We
still have a lot of things to do.”
"Just try and keep dad alive please?" Sharon
asked as Miss Lynx re-tied her, pulling her bound ankles and securing them to
the ropes she had tied round her chest, her arms bound parallel to each other
behind her back. A rope ran from between
her breasts, through her legs and pressing on her crotch as it was secured to
her back.
"We'll try,” the masked woman said, “but it really does depend on him
doing just as he's told."
"I'll talk to him, tell him how much the kids and
I need him, tell him we don't need a dead hero, we need our father."
"That would certainly help us do our job."
"You aren't so bad for a murdering
psychopath." Sharon smiled.
"You aren't so bad yourself...I was saying
earlier that other circumstances..."
"I know, I was thinking the same."
“Now, open wide – you need to be quiet as we go about
our work.”
Sharon nodded as she accepted the panties in her mouth
from Miss Tigress, and then felt the tape as it pressed down on her mouth and
cheeks.
“Rest,” Miss Lynx said, Sharon nodding as they left
the room, and then pulled the rope with her arms, moaning softly.
Zoe looked up as Miss Lynx walked back down.
“She is secured?”
Miss Panther smiled as the other woman nodded.
“Miss Wildcat, Miss Puma, you have business on the 9th
floor. Miss Civet, Miss Cheetah, the 3rd. We’ll check the family at regular intervals.”
“But you,” Miss Lynx said as she stroked her hand down
Zoe’s back, “we have unfinished business, you and I.”
Zoe mewled as Miss Lynx pushed her gloved fingers
between the woman’s legs, feeling the dampness as she started to moan.
“That’s right, Mrs. Zoe Kennedy, Miss Carrie Sue
Baker, enjoy this, feel the pleasure as I do.”
Zoe was too scared to do anything other than moan
through the soaking gag and tape, feeling the burning in her loins and her
passage as the massage continued, the feel of leather replaced by something
else – something cold, something metallic.
“Whrudng,” she moaned even more loudly, wondering what
the sadistic masked bastard was using, but unable to see with her head tied to
the other side of the couch. All she
knew was it felt so good, so exciting, her breath coming in short pants as she
felt her climax starting to come.
“You dirty little fuck,” she heard Miss Lynx say, “you
want to know what I’m using?”
She nodded as she screamed, the pleasure of the orgasm
overwhelming her as the object was removed.
She felt it ram up her rear passage, and then the shock of the bullet as
it ripped through her body, Miss Lynx pulling the pistol out and firing a
second bullet into the back of her head.
“Waste of a good couch,” Miss Panther said as Zoe
slumped over the back.
“She got what she deserved – wonder how the others are
doing.,,”
Candy stared at the ceiling, her eyes wide and fixed
as the man wiped the large dildo, and placed it back in the bag.
“There now – all done,” he said as he looked at her,
“and you enjoyed it didn’t you?”
She slowly nodded, unable to do more than whimper as
the pain slowly subsided.
“Good – you can rest now,” he said as he looked at
her, and then went out of the room.
“All done,” Miss Manul said as she stood up.
“Thank you, yes – I feel so much better – did you get something
to eat?”
“And a hot drink – back to the door with me then.”
As she went back to the door, Miss Snow Leopard
touched her ear.
“Back on line Miss Bobcat – apologies to Miss Ocelot
if I upset her.”
“No need sugah – she and I have been watching some
other very interesting things,” was the reply as the two masked women sat in
the control room.
“Fourth floor – a real swinger’s paradise,” Miss
Ocelot said as another couple passed in the corridor. “What time is it anyway?”
“Three o’clock,” Miss Bobcat said as she looked at the
clock, “and the final visits are moving along nicely.”
Elena Borovich stirred in her sleep. The cool air was blowing over her face, and
she was having a dream of summer meadows and sunshine. She could feel the warm touch of Eric’s hand
on her cheek, stroking and holding it gently.
No, not gently – this was a firm grip, a harsh grip,
and it seemed to be moving, covering her mouth, stopping her from saying
anything.
She mumbled something and opened her eyes, to see the
bedside light on, and someone standing over her, her features blurred.
“Hrrruu,” she said, and then she realized the person
had a gloved hand over her mouth, and a gun pointing at her head. She reached over and nudged her husband, who
opened his eyes to see a second person standing in front of him, a sawn off
shotgun pointed at him.
“Good morning fuckface,” Miss Wildcat said, “we’re two
of the Pussycat Gang, and this – this is your lucky day.”
Eric Borovich looked at her, then turned and looked at
his wife, Miss Margay covering her mouth with her hand, before he said “oh
fuck…”
On the third floor, Miss Cheetah and Miss Civet were
standing outside in the empty corridor.
"Okay I've encountered this type of system
before." Miss Civet said as she looked at the closed door. "If we
don't do this just right we could be up shit creek without a paddle.”
"I learned what I could about the guy who installed
it, his usual first trick is something in the door frame that needs
disabling." Miss Cheetah started feeling. "Look for something that
slides back on a trigger."
Carefully both women felt, and all but simultaneously
found the slides, "Found it," each whispered, and then looked at each
other.
"Crap" Heather continued, "A double
trigger and they have to be pressed in the right order, any ideas?"
"Most people are right handed, so right first
then left."
Miss Cheetah nodded as she pressed her lever back, and
watched as Miss Civet did it, then looked round. ""Any alarms Miss
Bobcat?"
"I can't see anything on my board."
"Okay Miss Civet, the lock is yours."
“My thanks, Miss Cheetah,” the tall woman said as she knelt
down and produced a set of tools.
"Well that proves the truth in that
statement." Miss Bobcat giggled over the com.
"What does?" Miss Panther spoke.
"Oh a couple of gay guys from 7D came out of
their apartment kissing."
"Okay daring I'll bite, what does it prove?"
asked Miss Cheetah.
"That Philadelphia really is the city of
brotherly love..." Miss Bobcat giggled more in her Southern accent.
"Would anyone mind if I plugged her after that
joke." Miss Margay laughed.
"Go ahead, sister or not, after jokes like that
she is fair game." Miss Cheetah said as she joined the laughter.
“That’s a good girl,” Miss Margay said as she pulled Elena’s
bound ankles back, the rope below her knees tightening as she felt them being
secured to her chest ropes. A wide strip
of tape covered her mouth, her panties sitting inside them.
“Now then,” Miss Margay said as she smacked her
bottom, “about those lovely gems we know you keep about the house. We’re going to play a game of truth or
dare. I’m going to suggest where in the
house they may be, and you nod for yes or shake your head for no.
“And if I think you’re lying,” she said as she smacked
Elena’s bottom again, “I will take this wooden ruler and smack your feet. You understand, don’t you?”
“Whrssmhsbnd?”
“Oh, he’s safe with Miss Wildcat – well, he’s with
her…”
In the front room of the apartment, Eric Borovich was
lying on the table, his eyes wide as he looked up at the masked woman. His arms and legs were spread wide and tied
to the four table legs, and his pant had been pulled down, his pyjama top
ripped open.
“Well now,” Miss Wildcat said as she stroked her
gloved hand down his chest, “you are a fine specimen of manhood aren’t
you? Fit, trim, and full of goodness I
would imagine.”
“Please… For the love of god, don’t hurt my wife…”
“Your wife? Oh
I think you have it wrong, Mister Borovich, I’m not going to hurt your
wife. You, on the other hand…”
Taking a large sponge ball from her bag, she pushed it
into Eric’s mouth, and then pressed layer after layer of duct tape over it,
muffling any sound he tried to make.
“You,” Miss Wildcat continued as she knelt by his
hand, “I cannot make any guarantees about.”
Eric turned his head to look at her, and then screamed as she started to
break his knuckles with a nut cracker.
"Okay Miss Bobcat darling, we are inside...still
nothing?"
"Nope."
"Alright next trick is probably the hall lights, they
have to be turned on in the right order."
"A very unusual combination lock...nice
idea." Miss Civet said admiringly.
"I know...I wish I'd known of it in time for Park
Avenue."
"So any clues?"
"Point the flashlight at the switches while I
dust them with fingerprint powder."
"Okay Miss Cheetah." The taller woman fired
some puffs of fine talcum powder at the switches, and then watched as the
powder revealed prints.
"Well at least we know which switches not to
touch....the ones with no prints."
"I'll make another guess, the one with so many smudges
gets pressed twice." Miss Civet pointed to the switch in question.
"That seems logical."
"So 4 switches, in what order, and we must get it
right first time." Miss Civet was surprised as she felt herself sweating
very slightly.
"Any guesses?"
"My dear dahlin, we don't need guesses, we need
right answers." Jo shouted on the com.
"Stay cool, Miss Bobcat, I think I know."
Miss Civet watched tensely as her partner moved
switches, and then slid the power bar across.
“Well?”
“You can tell me how you figured that out later – no
alarms.”
"Okay, from here on it should be easier."
She smiled under the nylon as she looked round.
"How the hell did you?" Miss Civet looked
amazed.
"I'll explain later."
Eric whimpered as Miss Wildcat held his member in her
hand, squeezing and stroking it at the same time as she traced down his abdomen
with the thin blade of the scalpel.
His fingers were broken and blue, and his toenail beds
red from where she had removed the nails with pliers, groaning with each scream
he made.
“Miss Wildcat?”
The masked woman looked up to see Miss Margay holding
a bag.
“We have the gems and the other contents of their safe
– will you be long?”
“No – I will be ready to move out soon,” she purred
back as she felt Eric buck, “his wife?”
“Will not be making any sound for a while.”
Ellen was still on the bed, a rope now running from
her feet and around her neck. She knew
that if she struggled, there was every chance she could choke but the infernal
device the masked she bitch had pushed into her passage was buzzing, and the
tight crotch rope held it in place.
A ‘reward’ she had called it, but as Ellen fought the
rising tide she wondered how long she could cope…
“Good,” Miss Wildcat said as Eric exploded, the semen
shooting into the air out of his penis, “I think he has told us everything we
need to know about the bank.”
He nodded slowly, unable to comprehend what had
happened here today.
"I borrowed these from a friend." Miss Wildcat
as she put the brass knuckles on over her gloved hand. "I've always wanted
to see what these might do to a man’s face."
"Yeeerrrrr." The man’s sound ended as she
smashed his nose with one punch, shattering bone, causing blood to spurt.
"Mmmmm I like these." She hit him to the
face again...short hard blows that soon turned his face into a bloody, pulpy,
mush.
"Oh you poor little man," Miss Wildcat,
purred, "You're just like all other men, it's not funny when a woman
fights back."
"Biiittt" He managed to get a sound out
before she pummeled him into silence.
“Let’s return to the main event,” Miss Margay said
quietly, “Miss Bobcat, can you keep an eye on this apartment for us?”
“Cameras already activated and training – how do you
feel Miss Wildcat?”
“Sated – for now.
Route?”
“Clear to go,” Miss Ocelot said as the two women
picked up their bags and left.
"So how are you getting insights into all
this?" Miss Civet asked as they looked round the room.
"A mutual friend gave me some tips, and also had
me read a text that supposedly inspired the architect of the system."
"Well it’s working so far Heather...Now the art
works?"
"We don't approach from the front, I'm betting if
we do the alarms go off. My best guess is there are hidden panels behind the
pictures, we approach them through the wall."
"Damn that's ingenious....as good as I am as a
burglar, this place would have got me long since."
“Right,” Miss Cheetah said as she located the
manuscript, the artworks surrounding it.
She looked at the wall, and then went into the bedroom on the other side
of the wall, feeling as Miss Civet watched.
She then drew a box cutter out, extending the blade as
far as possible, and pushed it into the wall, drawing it down the wall paper
and then along at top and bottom, before she folded it back to reveal a hidden
wooden panel. Using the blade, she eased
it open, revealing a complex of pressure pads in the wall cavity.
“As I suspected – the pads are designed to sound the
alarm if the pressure is relieved at any time.”
“So how do you deal with that?”
“We fool them,” Miss Cheetah said as she took a long
metal plate from the bag, and laid it in the cavity, extending some clips and
attaching them to certain wires on the pads.
She then counted to three in her mind, and flipped a small switch on the
side, lights flashing on the side of the metal before they all turned green.
“Okay Miss Bobcat, last panic moment. Miss Civet, please remove the first painting
from the wall.”
Her companion nodded as she walked round, took the
frame in her gloved hands and then lifted it off. She held her breath until Miss Cheetah looked
round, grinning under the stocking.
“It worked,” she said as she stood up and opened the
second bag, taking out some tubes, “take the painting out, roll it and put it
in here. I’ll add the replacement,
re-hang the frame, and we move on to the next one, one at a time.”
A half hour later, Miss Cheetah replaced the last
frame. "Just the manuscript left,"
she said as she looked round.
"So I'm looking for a book?" asked Miss
Civet.
"No, it will look like a scroll."
"You mean that one over there?"
"Crap,” Miss Cheetah said as she shook her head,
“I totally missed it."
"This looks like it’s a conventional glass cover
with pressure sensors." Dominique looked closely.
"Nothing is as it looks remember."
"So any thoughts?"
"I'm looking." Miss Cheetah said as she lay
under the table. "Oh I'm disappointed, it's the same trick. Access is from
below on a safe system."
"Well safes I know how to do." Miss Civet
said as she lay in the same place. "This shouldn't take me too long."
she smiled as she looked at the panel, and got to work.
“All done,” Miss Panther said as Miss Civet and Miss
Cheetah returned.
“All done – everyone else successful?”
“Most assuredly,” Miss Leopard said as she looked at
her watch. “Five thirty – one hour
before we start the next phase.”
“All right everyone – no mistakes, things could still
go wrong. Concentrate on the job at
hand.”
The other women nodded, as in the doorway Miss Munal
stamped her feet.
“Coffee’s ready,” she heard Miss Bobcat say, as she
came in and joined Miss Snow Leopard at the desk.
“Long night,” her friend said as she handed her a mug.
“Ah but the rewards are great,” the doorman replied as
he sipped the drink. Looking at the lift
as it went up, he said “Miss Bobcat?”
“Dawn Doggie patrol – time for your break to end.”
“Not long now anyway,” Miss Munal said as she went
back to the door, opening it as the grey haired woman walked out with her
Yorkshire Terrier scurrying in front of her.
“Good morning, asshole.”
Alan Kennedy slowly opened his eyes as he saw the
three masked women standing in front of him, guns in their hands. He had begun to believe the last night had
been a nightmare, but now…
“In a few minutes,” Miss Panther said, “we will untie
you, and you will get ready for work.
Remember, we have your family here, and any wrong moves…”
He shook his head from side to side, hoping they were
all alright…
Andrew moaned a little as he felt the ropes being
removed from his legs, and opened his eyes to see the woman called Miss Cheetah
untying him, and Dawn still asleep beside him.
“Good morning Andrew,” Miss Cheetah said as he was
helped to sit up, and the ropes removed from his upper body. “If I take the tape away, do you promise not
to make any loud noises?”
He nodded as she gently peeled the tape away and eased
the sponge out of his mouth.
“Thank you,” he said as he stood there, “where’s Daddy
and the others?”
“Daddy is going to come with some of us later, but
right now, I want you to go to the toilet, and then you can have a drink after
that while Dawn goes. Then I’m afraid we
need to secure you and gag you again, but Sharon will be with you then.”
“And mommy?”
“She needs to be with Daddy,” the other woman said,
“you come with me now, and it will all soon be over.”
Sharon opened her eyes to see Miss Lynx and Miss Tigress
standing by her bed.
“Nice night?”
She nodded as she moved, the rope rubbing over her
damp panties.
“Well, listen carefully,” Miss Lynx said. “Your father is in the shower. We need to put you in the same room as your
younger brother and sister, to keep them calm while we take your dad with
us. Before that, however, we need to
untie you, and give you a chance to put on some clean clothes before we re-tie
your arms.”
She nodded to show she understood, as Miss Tigress
started to untie her arms and legs.
“Dad?”
Alan turned to see Sharon at his bedroom door, Miss
Lynx and Miss Tigress on either side of her.
“Sharon – oh god are you…”
“Just get dressed, Mister Kennedy,” Miss Panther said
as he saw the ropes that were bound round Sharon’s arms and body. She was now wearing a long sleeved white top
with a red t-shirt over it, and a pair of skinny jeans.
“Dad, about last night – I’m sorry if I shocked you,
but I was so scared, and I may have said some things…”
“Sharon, we were all scared – have you seen her yet?”
“No – we’ve not been allowed downstairs. They’re going to put me with Andrew and Dawn,
but I asked to talk to you before that happened. Dad – we need you to come home safely. All of us, so please, don’t do anything
stupid. Please, just do what they tell
you to do, and when we see you later, then – we can talk about what’s
happened.”
“I want to see them before we go.”
“Take her to them now,” Miss Panther said as Alan
stood in his shirt and boxer shorts.
“We love you Dad – please, come home safe,” Sharon
said as she was walked down the corridor, and into the bedroom the younger
children were in. Andrew and Dawn were
sitting on the bed again, Andrew wearing a blue t-shirt and shorts, Dawn a pair
of pink floral leggings and a pink top with white sleeves. They both had the rope holding their arms to
their sides, and their ankles and legs were secured as before.
“Hey you two,” Sharon said as Miss Cheetah closed the
door, “how are you both?”
“Scared,” Dawn said, “but they haven’t hurt us. Where’s Daddy?”
“He’ll come in and see us real soon,” Sharon said with
a smile, “but I’m going to stay in here with you now. Once these ladies have gone, we’ll make a
game of this, all right?”
The other two nodded as Miss Cheetah said “Please, sit
on the floor and cross your ankles.”
“Very smart,” Miss Panther said as Alan finished tying
the knot in his tie, and put on his suit jacket.
“My children?”
“Of course,” she said as she and Miss Leopard took him
by the arms, and led him to the bedroom.
As the door was opened, he saw Andrew and Dawn lying on their stomachs
on the bed, their ankles tied to the rope around their forearms, and then
Sharon lying on the floor facing them, a pillow under her head as she lay on
her side. All three had strips of white
tape covering their mouths, and it was obvious something was underneath.
“You… You have all been very brave,” he whispered,
“and I want you to stay just as brave until I come home, all right?”
All three nodded as he was taken out of the room.
“Miss Cheetah, Miss Puma, you will stay here until we
give word we have completed the task,” Miss Panther said, the two masked women
nodding as they escorted Alan down the stairs.
“What about Zoe?”
“Ah yes,” Miss Lynx said with a smile, “she said to
say goodbye to you.”
He looked through the open doorway and saw the white
covered body as Miss Panther said “do anything stupid, and your children will
suffer. Remember what your elder
daughter said.”
As he nodded, a black scarf was tied over his eyes,
the other eight women removing their stockings and putting on dark glasses.
“Miss Bobcat, we need a clear route to the car park.”
“One moment – the lift is waiting, go now.”
"Just remember the plan guys, while we are all in
the bank, you remain as quietly unobtrusive here as you've been to now."
Miss Panther spoke on the com.
"And when we get the signal we just disappear
into thin air." Miss Bobcat replied.
"Copy that." Miss Panther smiled as she
spoke, and then led the group to the waiting lift, Alan Kennedy stuck between
them.
As the lift opened in the car park, the group moved to
the waiting SUV and climbed in, Kennedy stick between Miss Leopard and Miss Tigress.
“Enjoy the ride, fucker,” Miss Leopard growled, “and
we’ll get through this just fine.”
“I need to collect some bags from Apartment 12A for Mrs.
Kennedy,” Miss Snow Leopard said as she put the phone down, “will you mind the
desk for a few minutes as well as the door?”
“Of course,” Miss Manul said as she came and sat at
the desk, watching as the other man went to the lift. Travelling to the twelfth floor, he walked
smartly over and knocked on the door.
“You called down to collect some bags, Mrs. Kennedy,”
he said as the door opened, and then walked in.
Looking over, he saw the body across the back of the couch, and said
“Miss Lynx?”
“In the main – we’ll tell you the full story later,”
Miss Puma said. “These are the bags to
go down.”
“Got it,” Miss Snow Leopard said as she hefted the
four bags. “Miss Bobcat, I need clear
egress to our vehicle.”
“Lift is waiting, and car park clear,” Miss Bobcat
drawled, as he walked smartly to the lift and got in.
7.30 am
Penn City
National Bank
The SUV pulled into the car park as Miss Panther and
Miss Leopard got out of the vehicle, and walked Alan Kennedy over to the staff
entrance of the bank. Removing the
blindfold, he blinked and looked at the two women, dark glasses over their
eyes.
“Open the door, Mister Kennedy,” Miss Panther purred,
“nice and slowly, and let us in, before you turn off the alarms. Once you have done that, we’ll make sure you
are nice and comfortable.”
Nodding, he unlocked the staff entrance and opened the
door, turning off the building alarm as the two women stood behind him.
“Very good, Mister Kennedy. Now, close your eyes.”
As he felt the shotgun against his back, Alan Kennedy
closed his eyes, softly praying before he heard Miss Leopard say “open your
eyes, mother fucker.”
As he did so, he saw the eight women standing before
him, masked, armed and smiling.
“Miss Leopard, Miss Civet, Miss Wildcat, take Mister
Kennedy to the vault and make sure he opens it without triggering any
alarms. Miss Lynx, Miss Tigress, Miss
Oncilla, take care of the staff as they arrive.
Miss Margay, with me.”
Three of the women took Alan Kennedy into the rear of
the bank, while the other three took up position at the entrances to the
bank. Miss Margay and Miss Panther made
their way to the security room.
“Miss Cheetah let me have this,” Miss Panther said as
she plugged a USB stick into the computer, “it will scramble the security
records for the last twelve hours and from now on, giving us added security.”
“ON THE FLOOR YOU STUPID CUNT, NO ARGUING!!!”
The two women walked out to see Miss Tigress standing
over a woman, lying face down on the floor, her red leather skirt spread as her
arms and legs lay at angles.
“If I was you,” Miss Panther purred, “I’d put my hands
behind my back, and pray Miss Lynx is not in the mood to blow a hole in your
spine. Your choice, dipshit.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered as Miss Tigress
pulled her wrists behind her and secured them with a plastic zip tie, before
she was rolled over, Miss Lynx securing her ankles as Miss Tigress pressed
white tape over her mouth. They then
pulled her over to the counter as Miss Oncilla stood guard.
“Hey – what the hell are you…”
The security guard fell under a hail of shots from all
five of them, as the woman screamed into her gag.
“You’re next if you don’t shut the fuck up, cock
sucker,” Miss Lynx said as she pressed the gun between the woman’s eyes.
“Hush, Miss Lynx – more coming,” Miss Oncilla said as
she looked to the staff entrance. Miss
Lynx and Miss Margay walked over and stood guard as the door opened.
“I’m telling you John, that bitch is robbing poor Alan
blind.”
“Look, Del, I know you have a soft spot for the boss,
but if you think you can get into his life…”
“If you want to live long enough to have that dream,
you bastards, get on the floor and put your hands behind your back.”
The two bank workers stopped still, the red headed man
in the light grey suit, the blonde haired woman in a grey pinafore dress, black
top and boots.
“You heard my friend,” Miss Oncilla said as she stood
in front of them, pumping her shotgun, “get on your knees in an appropriately
apologetic manner, or I blow your fucking spines out.”
The two dropped to their knees as Miss Margay and Miss
Lynx bound and gagged them, before they dragged them over to the counter,
passing the dead security guard as they did so.
“Just to explain,” Miss Panther said, “this building
is under the control of the Pussycat Gang, and you will not make a single
whimper, or Miss Lynx here will have some fun with you – and I think you may
have heard what that means.”
“Very nice,” Miss Civet said as Alan opened the vault,
“very nicely done. Now you can rest,
assured of seeing your family again.”
Alan Kennedy offered no resistance as Miss Wildcat
bound him as he had been bound the previous night, while Miss Leopard and Miss
Civet went into the vault, and started to load the bundles of notes into the
canvas bags they had brought.
As Alan felt the tape pulling over his mouth, he said
a further prayer for his family, hoping they were all right…
“She’s keeping them calm,” Miss Cheetah said as she
stepped out of the room, “Miss Panther was right to insist she lived.”
“I agree – one to watch in the future,” Miss Puma said
as she removed her stocking, and rubbed her head. “How long do you think?”
“By my reckoning, another hour...Bags in the car?”
Sandy nodded.
“You should take the mask off, lover.”
“Not yet – I need to say goodbye to them first.”
The assembled staff was cowering on the floor as the
woman walked in front of them, her gun ranging over them.
“You are a pathetic bunch of ass fuckers and cock
suckers,” Miss Lynx said out loud, “and it would give me such great pleasure to
shoot you all dead, right here, right now.”
“And the thing is,” Miss Oncilla said, “She means
it. Take you for example.”
She stopped and looked at a young woman, dressed in
tight leggings and a white smock top, a black leather belt around her waist,
and short ankle boots. She was
whimpering, trying to push herself back as she stared at the silencer.
“What’s the matter, bitch – worried about what my
friend here might do?”
The young woman nodded and whimpered in fear as Miss
Oncilla stood over her.
“Oh I agree,” she purred, “My friend Miss Lynx is a
fearsome woman, but that means you all forgot one simple, inescapable fact.”
She looked at Miss Oncilla as she aimed her pistol at
her forehead.
“We’re all stone cold killers, you stupid fucking
bitch,” the young masked woman whispered as she fired the bullet between her
eyes, the women either side of her screaming.
“Anyone else want to demonstrate their fucking
ignorance,” Miss Oncilla said, Miss Lynx and Miss Tigress nodding in agreement.
“Ladies, we need help with the bags – Miss Oncilla,
stand guard.”
“Understood, Miss Panther – I don’t think I’ll have
any problem here,” she said as she smiled at the others.
They watched as the masked women started to carry full
canvas bags out of the building, returning and taking more out with them.
In the vault, Alan Kennedy lay on his side, secured,
gagged, and praying that there would not be more dead people waiting when he
was finally freed.
Eventually, Miss Panther came out and stood with the
other seven masked women, looking at the cowering staff.
“Thank you for not causing us too many problems,” she
purred, “nobody move for at least half an hour.
If you are tempted, bear in mind we still have Mister Kennedy’s family hostage. You don’t want those kids to be hurt do you?”
“Pussycats, move out,” Miss Leopard said, the eight
women walking out, their heels clicking on the blood stained marble floor. They climbed into the SUV and sat back, Miss
Leopard removing her stocking mask and putting on her dark glasses before she
drove off.
“Miss Bobcat, we’re clear,” Miss Panther said as they
drove down the quiet street, “fade away.”
“Copy that,” Miss Bobcat said as she pushed a USB
stick into the computer by her side, smiling as the security screens all
blanked out. “Ladies, move out – lift is
waiting for you.”
Miss Cheetah opened the door and looked into the
room. “Your father is fine and will be
here soon,” she said as Sharon looked over and nodded.
Closing the door, she removed her stocking mask and
put on her dark glasses, nodding as she and Miss Puma headed to the lift,
saying nothing as the lift stopped and the other four joined them, Miss Bobcat
and Miss Ocelot also wearing dark glasses as the two men stood inside.
Walking to the large sedan, they climbed in, Miss Puma
taking the wheel as they left the underground car park.
Nobody said anything until they were on the I-76
heading north.
“Anyone want some music,” Sandy said eventually.
Heather smiled.
"To misquote what is supposedly on W.C. Fields tombstone, I think a
lot of people wouldn't say ‘all things considered I'd rather be in
Philadelphia.’"
"Yes we did rather leave a mess." Lily spoke; glad to have her own
voice back at last.
“How long, Jan?”
“I have time to get home – the local PD are going to
need some time to assimilate what happened,” Jan said as she rubbed her hair.
“Well, I for one will welcome some breakfast and a
decent coffee.” Annie stretched her arms
as she said “We’re getting back first?”
“Yeah – Jan, Heather and I need to get back before the
shit really starts flying,” Sandy said quietly.
“Well, let’s get back – we need time to get changed,”
Sandy said as she headed north, while the music played.
9.15 am
North
Philadelphia
"Transfer everything quickly ladies."
Juliette called out as they moved the loot from the bank into the two parked
SUV's. The parking lot was quiet, with
little traffic in the area.
"We need to be away from here like now." Carina called out,
"just in case somebody got a look at the getaway cars at the bank."
"Okay I think that's everything girls."
Juliette's ears went up at the sound of police siren. "Different routes
like we discussed and I'll see everyone back at the safe house."
As quickly as their high heels would allow each woman
jumped into a vehicle, and with Carina at the wheel of one, and Dominique
driving the other they took off, each going out of the parking lot by a
different exit.
9.30 am
Conshohocken
Clint looked out as he heard the vehicle, and then
smiled as he saw the black sedan pull up.
“Welcome back,” he said as the women got out, “how did
things go?”
“No complaints – can you help me with these bags,”
Heather said as she popped the trunk.
Clint smiled and came out to take some bags in, as he
watched Annie and Lily walk into the house.
“How did she do?”
Heather nodded as she looked at the two friends walk
in. “Let them shower and change – they
can talk after that. Got some coffee
ready?”
“It will be done by the time you four are changed,” he
said as he carried the bags in, the others following them in.
9.45 am
The Carlton
Building
The police officers jumped out of their car and ran up
the stairs to the entrance, the concierge looking up as they did so.
“Where’s the superintendant,” they said.
“Still in his apartment, I think,” he said as he
picked up the telephone and dialed.
“Funny – he’s normally up by now…”
“No time – you need to come with us and bring the pass
keys for Apartment 12A.”
The concierge nodded as he went into the security
room, and returned with a set of keys, as they went in the lift to the 12th
floor.
“What’s going on,” he said as he unlocked the front
door.
“Stay out here,” one of the officers said as he opened
the door, and the two officers walked in.
They walked to the front room, and looked in, one of them saying “What
the fuck…” at the sight of Zoe still trussed to the back of the couch, and
very, very dead.
“The kids,” his partner said as they checked the rest
of the floor, and then walked upstairs.
As they approached Andrew’s room, the officer held his finger to his
lips and then opened the door.
“HFNKGDDDD,” Sharon said as she looked up from the
floor, “HLPSSSPLSSSSS!”
“Holy crap,” the officer said as his partner went
outside and took out his radio.
“Control – we found the kids, trussed and gagged. We’re going to need forensics, an ambulance –
and the meat wagon.”
“Roger that – reinforcements on their way.”
“It’s all right,” the first officer said as he cut the
gag from Sharon’s face, and eased out the sponge, “it’s all over now.”
“Our father…”
“He’s alive, and he wants to see you very much. We’ll free you and then take you to the
hospital, all right?”
“Mom…”
The officer shook his head as he started to untie her,
his partner freeing Andrew and Dawn. As
soon as they could, all three hugged as one of the officers went downstairs,
and a paramedic team came in.
“Take care of them,” he said as he went back down, and
out to the concierge.
“Listen – we need to talk to the super. Take me to his apartment.”
10 am
Conshohocken
“That’s better,” Lily said as she came back down,
drying her hair with a towel. “Any
word?”
“Police bands have confirmed the bank robbery has been
discovered. Two dead there. If the schedule is working, then…”
He looked up as an SUV pulled in, and Dominique got
out of the driver’s side, Abby, Anna and Juliette with her.
Opening the door, Lily and Clint went out and helped
them to bring the large canvas bags in, before Dom drove the car to the rear of
the buildings.
“We made it,” Juliette said as she sat down and rubbed
her head. “How about you lot?”
“We’re here,” Sandy said as she and Heather looked in
from the kitchen. “Annie’s still
upstairs, while Jo and Jan are changed and taking care of clothing. On which note – black bags are upstairs.”
“The takings from the Carlton?”
“Ready to go with us,” Heather said, “we’ll contact
Cathy later.”
“How are you,” Dominique said to Lily as she came in.
“I’m good – honestly,” Lily said quietly.
“Well, if you need to talk, find…”
Juliette held her hand up as Carina pulled up in front
with the second SUV, Maddie, Diana and Penny getting out and grabbing bags each
as they brought them in.
“YES!” Carina
flopped onto the couch and put her feet up, “another successful night for the
Pussycats!”
“Did you have fun,” Jo said as she came down with Jan.
“Oh yes,” she said as she saw Annie come down, and
embraced her, their lips coming together.
“Okay, okay,” Juliette said, “everyone, changed,
showered and clothes in the black bags.
I want those cars taken and destroyed, and the money stored in our
cars.”
“Brunch is ready when you are,” Heather said, “and
then we need to leave one by one.”
Clint turned and looked over from the radio. “The police bands are going haywire – it
would appear they found the super of the Carlton Building dead in his front
room, and they’re doing a door to door search.”
“Well, that gives me time to get back,” Jan said
quietly, “because it’s going to take them some time to find everyone. The kids?”
“Safely recovered, and on their way to hospital.”
“How much do you think Ju?”
“Not sure – I reckon at least ten million from the
vaults, but the other things… Let’s get
changed and eat, and then we can start to work things out.”
“How you doing, Anna,” Cari said as she stood up.
“I can’t explain just how good I feel,” Anna said with
a grin, “my god, the rush…”
“You never get used to that,” Abby said as she took
Doc’s arm, “Come on, let’s get changed.”
10.45 am
“That’s better,” Lily said as she pushed her plate
away, “I feel as if I earned that, even if all I did was freeze my feet off.”
“Oh we all earned it,” Juliette said as she sat back,
drinking her coffee. “Shirley’s sending
a courier to arrive at twelve.”
“Well, we need to get going first,” Sandy said as she
stood up. “Clint, Heather, Jan, you good
to go?”
“We are,” Jan said as she stood up as well, “see you
guys tomorrow.”
“Not tonight?”
“Something tells me I’ll be back here tonight,” Jan
said with a smile as she left the room, Clint closing the door behind the three
women.
“I have everything ready for disposal at the
incinerator at the farm,” Diana said as she drained her mug. “I’ll go there first and then head home. Can you take Abby with you Juliette?”
“Of course,” Ju said as she started to clear the
plates away.
“I’m bringing you two back with me,” Penny said as she
looked at Maddie and Lily, “after the courier has been. Annie, you’re taking Jo back?”
Annie nodded as she stood up. “I’ll see you at the apartment later Dom.”
“Indeed – I need to drop you off first Anna.”
“Oh yeah – thanks boss,” Anna said as she drained her
mug.
“All right – let’s clear up and get going, one car at
a time. We leave the place spotless,
nothing behind us.”
“Got it boss,” Annie said as she cleared the mugs
away.
1 pm
Upper West Side
“Hello? Anyone
home?”
“There you are,” Maeve said as she came out of the
kitchen, “how was the weekend?”
“We got a lot done, and a lot to think about,” Clint
said as he put his bag down. “Where’s
the family?”
“Susan took Rose to meet Karen Boyd for lunch, and the
girls are having their afternoon nap – can I get you a sandwich? I was about to make one for myself.”
“No thanks – I had a big breakfast,” Clint said as he
sat down. “I’ll take a coffee though if
you’re making some.”
“Coming up,” Maeve said as Clint looked at the paper.
1.15 pm
The Richmond
Mansion
“Home again,” Sandy said as she came into the kitchen.
“There you are,” Nessa said as she looked up from the
table, Paulie sitting next to her. “How did
the practice go?”
“Terrifying – I’m glad we decided to stop over for the
night on the way back, it means I had a chance to recover,” Sandy said as
Heather and Jan followed her in. “How
was your weekend?”
“But good, right?”
“Yeah, it was fantastic,” Jan said as Heather started
a fresh pot of coffee. “Moved back into
your place Paulie?”
“We have – it’ll take a while to get used to the city
again,” Paulie said. The two women were
wearing checked blouses and Capri pants with high heeled sandals.
“MOMMY!”
Katy and Little Sandy ran in and wrapped their arms
round their mother’s waists as George said “Did you drive fast mom?”
“Yes I did George – but safely,” Sandy said as she
kissed her daughter. “Did you behave
yourselves for grandma?”
“We did – she let us stay up late last night!”
“Well, given you had the day off school, I felt that
was all right.”
“Have you seen George,” Sandy said as she accepted a
mug of coffee.
“He joined us for lunch yesterday along with Alex, Gus
and Paulie. He seemed a bit happier, and
the girls loved playing with Jennifer.”
“Good – now we help him as much as we can…”
Sandy’s words were interrupted by Jan’s cell phone
going off.
“Hello?
“Adam? I got
back half an hour ago, what’s happened?”
The other women looked at her as Jan turned away.
“Right – I’ll be there in half an hour,” she said as
she ended the call.
“Jan?”
“I need to go to work,” Jan said as she picked her
coat up. “I’ll call Mom and get her to
come and collect Katy if I’m delayed.”
“What’s happened,” Heather said as she looked at her
friend.
“They’ve struck again – I’ll call later.”
1.30 pm
The Village
“Hey,” Caroline said as she came into the apartment,
“how was your weekend, Ama?”
“It was good thank you – Nick and I went to see the
pre-season friendly with Pepsi. How was
your climbing?”
“Exhausting – but we got the practice we needed.” They both looked round as Annie came up the
stairs.
“Well, that was a fun weekend,” she said as she put
her bag down, “any messages for me?”
“Miss Tennant rang – she says well done, and she will
see you and Coach Harper tomorrow.”
“Well, it can wait until tomorrow – I just want to
slob out tonight. Who fancies Chinese
later?”
“That sounds good,” Ama said as she stretched.
2.30 pm
FBI Field Office
“Hey,” Adam said as Jan came in, “sorry about this,
but it’s – well, it redefines what they do.”
“Everyone’s in – you too Jeanne?”
“Tom called me and asked me to come in – how was the
overnight stop?”
“We needed it,” Jan said as Tom came into the room.
“All right folks, listen up,” Tom called out. “At approximately ten o’clock last night,
members of the Pussycat Gang took over the apartment residence of Alan Kennedy,
general manager of the Philadelphia branch of the Penn City National Bank, and
held him and his family hostage. At
seven thirty this morning, they took over said branch, and emptied the vault. Conservative estimates put the haul from
there at thirteen to fifteen million dollars.”
“The apartment residence? How the hell did they manage that one without
being detected?”
“Therein lies a tale.
When they could not contact the building superintendant at the Carlton
Building, where their apartment is, they got the concierge to open his
apartment. He was found in his bathroom,
shot in the head.”
“They killed him?”
Adam looked at Tom. “They took
control of the building?”
“It is beginning to appear that way,” Tom said,
“police are doing an apartment by apartment check. So far,” he said as he looked at a list,
“they’ve found a couple on the eleventh floor who were both assaulted, then
shot before their apartment was robbed.”
“How about the bank and the Kennedy’s?”
“Zoe Kennedy, his wife, was killed at the apartment. All the indications suggest Miss Lynx. At the bank, a security guard was gunned
down, and one of the staff killed at point blank range. Kennedy’s children are shaken up, scared, but
unharmed beyond being bound and gagged all night. Seems one of the she-bitches kept the two
younger ones separate – the daughter got off lightly.”
“So they were their usual cold hearted bitch selves?”
"Oh this one was sheer viciousness, we still
can't accurately say how many people are dead because some are missing."
Tom Callaghan said quietly. "They excelled themselves in their ruthless
disregard for human life."
“Tom – call from Philly?”
“Don’t move,” Tom said as he went out, and returned a
few minutes later.
“All right – we found the bodies of the night doorman
and concierge. Shot in the stomach and
head, and left in a locked utility closet.
We also found another of the residents of the eleventh floor – Miss
Candy Deans. She’s on her way to
hospital now. Her apartment was
ransacked as well.”
“Are you saying they robbed other apartments?”
“Starting to look that way,” Tom said.
"The usual lack of clues?" asked Janice.
"Pretty much." Tom shook his head.
"We've found the first getaway cars, but we have no clue what they
switched to."
"Prints?" Adam asked hopefully.
"Not one, just as always. Jan, Adam,
I need you both in Philly tomorrow, liaise with the local office, find
out what they know. Jeanne, I need you
there as well - the dead couple had a collection of sketches that appear to
have gone missing."
“We’ll book the tickets now,” Adam said as he looked
at the two women.
“Hell of a first day at the coalface,” Jeanne said as
the room emptied.
“Welcome to the hothouse,” Jan said.
3.30 pm
Lennox Hill,
Maternity Unit
“Hey gorgeous,” Tommy said as he looked at his
daughter, “how are youse today?”
“Tommy, let her be,” Annie said as she smiled at them,
“I only just got her settled.”
“I knows, I knows – it’s just a little miracle,” he
said as the nurse brought in a large bunch of flowers.
“Now who sent these,” Annie said as the nurse put them
on the side.
“There’s a card and a present as well,” she said as
she handed them to Tommy. He handed his
wife the card and opened the parcel, taking out a toy tiger.
“I think I knows who they are from,” Annie said as she
looked at the card, and handed it to Tommy.
“Congratulations – the ladies.”
“Dats nice of dem,” Tommy said with a smile, “real
nice…”
8 pm
The Huntingdown
Apartment
“The Honoured Father thanks you in advance, Juliette,”
Catherine said on the laptop screen, “payment will be arranged on receipt of
the goods, which are in transit now.”
“Heather and Dominique have asked me to pass on their
thanks for the challenge, and to thank Helen for her information. Heather said it proved most invaluable.”
“I will pass those on,” Catherine said as she smiled,
and then turned her head. “Forgive me,
Juliette, but Marina was wondering if she could have a word?”
“Of course,” Juliette said as Catherine moved, and she
saw Marina sitting down, a grey jacket over her light pink blouse.
“Hello Juliette,” she said with a smile, “I was
wondering if you could do me a teensy weensy favour?”
“If I can – what is it?”
“Can you make sure Susan gets a parcel we’re sending
by courier to your office? I want it to
be a surprise for her.”
“No problem.”
“Thanks,” Marina said as she stood up, and Catherine
returned.
“Before I forget, Cathy, you’re going to get an invite
to a July wedding in LA. I hope you get
to make it there.”
“I will make every effort to do so,” Cathy said with a
smile, “but I must leave you for now.
The world of commerce awaits.”
“Talk to you soon Cathy,” Juliette said as she ended
the call, and switched the laptop to normal mode, smiling as she connected with
Carina on Skype.
“Hey – Judith all right?”
“She’s fine Mom – we got back to Yale in time to prep
for the exam tomorrow.”
“Well, good luck with that – now you get some sleep,
and we’ll talk tomorrow night.”
“You too mom,” Carina said as she ended the call.
Closing the laptop, Juliette walked down the stairs to
where Klaus and Ingrid were sitting.
“All done?” Klaus handed her a glass of wine as she
sat down.
“All done. Now
I can relax…”
Tuesday 21st
April
9 am
The Carlton
Building, Philadelphia
“Agent Carter and Ball, FBI, and Inspector Marais from
Interpol,” Jan said as she flashed her badge at the officer standing guard at
the building entrance.
“You the Pussycat Gang experts?”
“I’m afraid so,” Adam said quietly, “Ms Marais here is
an art theft expert, which is why she has accompanied us today.”
“What they did in here…”
“We know,” Jan said as he let them in. She had chosen a grey trouser suit with a
white silk blouse, to match Adam’s business dress approach, while Jeanne was
wearing a grey jersey knee length dress with suede boots and a leather jacket.
“Lieutenant Davis?”
The detective looked over from the desk and came
forward, his hand extended. “Thanks for
coming up,” he said, “the local office said you two are the experts when it
comes to these bitches.”
“What do you know so far?”
“Well,” Davis said as he rubbed the back of his head,
“near as we can tell it started Sunday evening – some of them forced the
doorman and the night concierge into a closet back there, and they were shot at
point blank range.”
“Died instantly?”
“As far as we can tell. The security men have also disappeared – we
haven’t find sight or sound of them yet.
What we do know is two men took the place of both the doorman and the
night concierge, and manned the entrance for the night.”
“Two men?” Jan
looked at Adam and Jeanne, and said “Are you sure? The Pussycats are all female.”
“Well, the residents described them both – we have
APBs out, but nothing in yet. My guess,
given by the time we arrived on the Monday morning the security system had been
wiped, is two of them also manned the security cameras and the lifts.”
“We know they have some tech experts – so they
controlled the entrance and the lifts.”
Davis nodded as he walked with them to the lifts, and
they travelled to the twelfth floor. The
uniformed officer nodded as he opened the door to Apartment 12A, and they
walked in.
“According to the Kennedy’s, at about ten o’clock
Sunday night two masked woman and a man came in through the doors to their
terrace, and held them all at gunpoint.”
“From the terrace?”
Davis nodded as he said “they were herded together in
here, and then the rest of the gang appeared.
Eight in all held them hostage – the man disappeared, and we think he
may have been one of the two downstairs.”
“How did they get on the terrace?”
“No idea – we checked the roof, and there’s no trace
of anything. Anyway, the younger kids,
Andrew and Dawn, were taken to a bedroom all night. They said the masked woman who tied and
gagged them called herself Miss Cheetah.”
“That’s one of them all right,” Adam said, “but she
stayed with them?”
“As far as they know – they eventually fell asleep,
but she was there when they woke up. As
for Kennedy, his wife and elder daughter, they were held in here – at first.”
Jeanne looked at the couch, the blood stained splatter
on the back, and grimaced.
“Kennedy himself was eventually trussed in his room,
and Sharon the older daughter was taken to her room. His wife – well, you’ve seen the autopsy
report?”
“It wouldn’t be the Pussycats without that,” Jan said
quietly. “We understand this was not the
only apartment robbed however?”
“No – the superintendant was shot and killed in his
apartment on the first floor.
Downstairs, a middle aged couple were robbed and then killed – we
understand a collection of Picasso sketches was taken from there. A neighbor of theirs was also robbed – she’s
in hospital, traumatized, but she has managed to say that the man manning the
desk violated and raped her.”
“In her apartment?”
“No – they took her down to him. Then there’s the ninth floor – a gem dealer
and another bank manager. They were
bound, gagged, robbed, and – well, he was beaten to a pulp and tortured, while
she was left so that if she moved, she died.”
“Christ…” Jan
walked to the other side of the room and shook her head.
“We’re also missing the next door neighbor of the
Kennedy’s – he’s vanished into thin air.”
“And they did all this without arousing one hint of
suspicion,” Jeanne said quietly.
“Not one – the first anyone here knew was when the
officers arrived to look for Kennedy’s family.
Have you been to the bank yet?”
“Going there next – thanks Lieutenant, can you give us
a few minutes?”
“Take all the time you need,” he said as he left the
three alone in the apartment.
“Men – they must have drafted in experts from
somewhere.”
“Yeah – wonder if some of this was to order – maybe
drafted in local talent as well?”
Adam turned and looked at the young French woman.
"Do you still stick to your theory as to a larger
group with police and security involvement Jeanne?"
"Very much so, doesn't this feel almost military
to you Adam?"
"I must admit it does in a way. Meticulously planned, innocents kept out of
the way – but what he said about the other apartments…"
“We’d better get to the bank, then the field office –
I want to talk to the kids later,” Jan said as they walked back to the lift.
“I wonder what happened to the security guys, anyway,”
Adam said as the lift went down, and then stopped suddenly.
“Sorry agents,” they heard Lieutenant Davis say over
the intercom, “we’re going to have to let you off on the third floor and you’ll
need to walk the rest of the way.”
“Why?”
“We just found the three missing men…”
11 am
Dr. Reichmann’s
Surgery
“All looks good Karen,” Helen said as Karen Boyd
fastened her top, “nice and healthy, and the baby is doing well too.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Karen said as she sat down.
“So rest as much as possible from now on, and when the
time comes, I’ll come up and see you.
Doctors make the worst patients by all accounts.”
“So Ken keeps saying,” Karen said as she picked up her
bag. “Same time next week?”
“Unless you’re doing a Carina, sure – what are your
plans for today?”
“I’m meeting someone for lunch – after I run an
errand,” Karen said as she walked out of the surgery, her smock top covering
her bump, and went onto the street. Rose
was waiting for her, smiling weakly a sshe stood in her jacket and dress.
“Thanks for meeting me,” Karen said as she put her arm
round Rose’s shoulder, “ready?”
“Yeah – I know I need to do this, and thanks for
agreeing to come with me.”
“No problem – I’m glad to do it,” she said as they
walked a couple of blocks, and then turned down a side street, slipping into a
small church hall that was a short distance down the hall. As they went in, Rose looked at the circle of
chairs, some of which has people sitting in them, before she and Karen helped
themselves to a coffee and sat on two empty chairs.
“Okay everyone,” the grey haired man sat to one side
said, “Let’s get started.” He then read
from a sheet of paper, the others listening until he said “who would like to go
first?”
Rose raised her hand, and said “I know I’m a visitor,
but may I?”
“Go right ahead,” he said as Karen put her hand on
Rose’s shoulder.
“Hello everyone,” she said quietly, “my name’s Rose,
and I’m an alcoholic.”
“Hello Rose,” the others said as Karen smiled.
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