Second Strike
10 am
The Listening
Post of Madame X
The group of four women was looking intently at the
screens, listening to a number of conversations, when one of them turned and
looked at the small brunette standing at the side of the room.
“Susan?”
She came over and picked up a set of earphones,
listening as she watched Dominic Rice at his desk in his home.
“Yes, I am aware of the regretful incident at our
French friend’s apartment. Be assured,
if we ever locate this Black Cat, she will know just how upset Angel and
Francois were.”
“I will be speaking to them personally,” a deep male
voice said, but to Susan’s ear it sounded distorted.
“I truly believe we have been unlucky – but we have
many ways of bringing payment in, and the latest consignment is coming by
diplomatic pouch directly to me today. I
will store them here, and only move them when it is time for payment.”
“And your security?”
“Unparalleled.”
“The incident last week?”
“An unfortunate lapse by my maid – she was chastised
sufficiently by the intruder, and they did not discover my safe.”
There was a low chuckle, as the voice said “I can
imagine. My friends will await the
word.”
“We will talk soon, Walrus – until then.”
As the line went dead, Susan looked at the young
woman.
“Can we trace?”
“Negative – the line was bounced several times across
the world. The voice was also
electronically altered.”
“I thought as much,” Susan said. “I want full transcripts of all recordings
from the Rice devices for the last 24 hours, and also from the UN recorders, on
Charlotte’s desk. Inform Dominique as
well.”
“As you wish,” the woman said as she went to work.
Noon
The Huntingdown Apartment
“All right,” Carina finally said, “I think that’s them
all sorted out. All those clothes go into
the marked boxes for storage for the moment, and these come with us for the
next three months, baby?”
Judith looked up from her baby chair and waved her arm
round as Carina looked round the room.
“Judith, you are the luckiest and most loved girl in the world, but I
don’t think they thought through the storage requirements.”
“Having fun?”
“Hey Sandy,” Carina said as the older woman came in, “Well,
I have achieved something in getting Judith’s clothes for the next three months
sorted. Now I can start to decide what
I’m taking.”
“Two days to go – how are you feeling?”
“Not quite as nervous as Mom,” Carina said with a
smile. “She’s running some of the baby
furniture up today, so that we don’t have to take it in the car on Friday.”
“I’m glad they allowed you to do that,” Sandy said as
she looked at the clothes. “Here – let
me get these packed into a case, and you concentrate on sorting yours out.”
“Thanks,” Carina said, “I wanted to get this done
today so I can spend tomorrow with the girls.”
“Yes, I overheard Jo talking to Abby on the telephone
today. Should be quite
a day. But you will be back for
weekends?”
“Oh yes – half the baby clothes are staying here. And we have the christening in a month’s time
– we have the 21st booked for it.”
“Well then, let’s get this sorted out,” Carina said
with a smile.
3 pm
The Waldorf Hotel
Madame read through the summary provided by Susan and
Charlotte, and then sat back in her chair, Dominique watching from the other
side of the desk.
"Well I think the information on Rice is
actionable Dominique." Madame thought carefully. "Do you have a plan
as yet?"
"The beginnings of one, but I'm open to guidance
Madame."
"We need to make it look like a random criminal
act – a raid on his house."
"I agree Madame - as yet we know from our
intercepts they are ascribing the losses to bad luck, but we can be sure that
sooner or later they will start to see a pattern develop."
"Confusing ones enemy is always good
strategy."
Dominique nodded.
“I also feel we need to have a chat with Mister Rice –
see if he can provide any further information.”
“Are you suggesting a kidnapping associated with the
raid? What about his maid?”
“I have considered that as well. If she is truly loyal to him, then I think
she will serve as an excellent witness to say what had happened – but, with
regret, we need to make sure she is as secured as anyone else in the house.”
“What other staff have been seen?”
Dominique looked at Susan’s report. “A housekeeper and a
secretary – Thoughts?”
“I would be prepared to accept the possibility one of
them is a bodyguard, placed there to protect Rice.”
“I concur – so you must make your plans accordingly,
as we may need to move during the daytime.
With that in mind, your thoughts?”
Dominique sat back, her fingers under her chin, before
she said “a team of five – we make it an armed robbery. The film shows Rice has a fine collection of
coins – that will provide some cover.”
Madame nodded. "Dominique,
I presume a safe will present no problems to you?"
"No Madame."
"And your backup team?"
"Well if we do a two way entry, then Charlotte
and Annie do the climbing. They can
secure anyone on the upper floor before proceeding down"
"That sounds sensible."
"For the ground team can you ask Juliette if we can
borrow Diana, I'd feel happier knowing it was her behind a gun in there."
"Oh?"
"With all due respect to Susan she's not a stone
cold killer, Diana is. If we are right
about the bodyguard, she is the person I want."
"You think you may run into trouble?"
"I hope not, but I want the right person in the
right place."
"That I understand Dominique… So
Susan's role?"
"Driver and carrying a gun inside,
but not our prime enforcer."
"Very well I think I better phone Juliette
then." Madame gestured for Dominique to leave.
“I will make the preparations, Madame,” Dominique said
as she stood up and left, Madame taking her cell phone out.
3.30 pm
Branford College, Yale
“I cannot thank you enough for allowing me to do this,
Dr Curran.”
“Please, its Alex Mrs. Huntingdown,”
Alexandra Curran said as she watched John carry the changing table into the
room.
“Well, it’s Juliette – and I need to thank you once
more for smoothing things with the board.”
“Carina is not the first young mother here,” Alex said
as they left the room, “although admittedly, two weeks old is a new
record. But she is an exceptional
candidate, and we have managed to arrange things.”
Juliette smiled as her cell phone rang. “Excuse me – I need to take this.”
“No problem – drop by my office before you go,” Alex
said as she walked off, and Juliette answered the call.
“Shirley – what can I do for you?
“I see – well, she is free tomorrow, so if I ask her I
am sure she will help. Is there anything
else?
“Hmmm – well, she does come here on Friday, but if it
is tomorrow night, then I think she will enjoy the chance to exercise before
she comes here. Again, let me talk to
her and call you back.
“Talk to you soon – bye,” she said as the call ended,
and John came out.
“All done, Juliette – ready to go?”
“I need to stop at Dr Curran’s office, and then we’re
good,” she said as they walked down the corridor…
7 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“Hmmm – of course I would be willing to help out, and
I am pleased Dominique has such confidence in my abilities,” Diana said with a
smile. “I will have to be back in the
city on Friday to welcome Natasha, but one day should be all right.”
“There will be the necessity to bring someone to the
Farm – possibly more than one.”
“Oh – why?”
“Madame needs some information from this Rice
gentlemen, which means giving him over to the tender affections of Carina for a
while.”
“I see – I must ensure I take some blindfolds with me
then,” Diana said quietly. “At least
with the girls otherwise occupied tomorrow, my absence will not be missed.”
“Where is Abigail tonight anyway?”
“I believe she is out with Judy and Tony, before he
flies back – I understand he starts back at college next week.”
“Jeannie’s going to miss him.”
“Oh, you noticed as well, did you,” Diana said with a
smile.
7
pm
The Rice residence.
Dominic Rice smiled as he walked up the stairs to his
front door, his diplomatic bag in hand.
He had met with Legault, and obtained the
payment to be passed on – now he had the evening to himself.
As he walked in, a young African lady came out of the
front room and said “Good evening sir.”
“Good evening, Becca,”
Dominic said with a smile, “when will dinner be ready?”
“In an hour, sir.
Shall I fix you your drink?”
“Thank you, yes – I will be in the office,” he said as
he walked that way. He looked
stereotypically Australian – tall, blonde haired, broad shouldered. What the body hid was a calculating mind, and
a man who had the right contacts for large arms shipments.
Putting his bag down, he looked round the room before
stepping up to a landscape portrait of Sydney.
Feeling round the edge of the frame, he pressed on a hidden switch and
stood back as the portrait swung out, revealing a large metal door with a small
electronic panel on it.
Smiling, he pressed his thumb to the panel, and then
placed his eye over a scanner, before the door itself swung silently out.
Dominic walked back to the desk and opened the bag,
reaching in and taking out three velvet sacks which he weighed in his
hands. Returning to the safe, he placed
them inside, closed both the door and the portrait, and then went back to his
desk, sitting behind it as he started to sift through the mail that had been
left there.
“Sir?”
Dominic looked up to see a thin dark haired man
standing in the doorway.
“Paul – I trust the arrangements are in place for the
weekend?”
“They are sir – I have made the reservations, and
everything will be in place when you get there.
How was your day?”
“Eventful – sit and we will bring each other up to
speed.”
In the kitchen, Becca was
sitting talking to the grey haired housekeeper.
“I hope he’s in the mood for steak tonight,” the woman
said as she bashed a piece of fillet with a tenderizer.
“He looks happy tonight – hopefully he has forgiven me
now for last week, Maria.”
“Oh come on lass – that was hardly your fault,” Maria
said as she put the gas ring on under a griddle. “If Paul or I had been here, it might have
been different.”
“Still, I feel I failed him.”
“No you didn’t” Maria said as she pointed the wooden
mallet at the young girl. “Never think
that, lass, never think that.”
Becca smiled – she was
very fond of her master, although that had not been the case when she had first
arrived. She had been scared, alone –
but he and Maria had treated her kindly, and she had since come to think of
them as the family she had lost.
Sometimes, she thought of the others, and she prayed
they were as happy as her. As for
herself, she was content.
“Right,” Maria said as she slapped the steak on the
griddle, “get about your work girl – we’ll eat after him.”
Thursday 21st
August
9 am
The Richmond
Mansion
“Good morning, Diana,” Sandy said as her friend walked
in with Abigail, “and how are you today?”
“I have no cause for complaint,” Diana replied as she
adjusted the sleeve of her cream colored jacket. Sitting down, she accepted the coffee handed
to her as Abigail headed for the kitchen.
“Hey there,” Joanne said as she looked up from the
breakfast bar, “all set for today?”
“I am, as soon as Cari gets
here we go and collect Jeannie, and then we head for the park. Mary is expecting us for lunch, and then we
catch a movie in the afternoon.”
“Pity we can’t make a complete day of it,” Jo said
with a smile. Like Abby, she had on an
Angles hoodie over a pair of jeans and sneakers.
“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” Carina said as she came in,
dressed the same way, “but I need to head to the Farm tonight for something,
and then Mom’s taking me out to dinner.
On which note, Heather, thanks for looking after Baby today.”
“No problem,” Heather said as she took the car seat
and changing bag from Carina. “Milk?”
“You have a couple of bottles in there to warm up,” Carina
said with a smile. “I should be back in
time for the evening feed.”
“All right then,” Jo said as she stood up, “Let’s go
and collect the latest Angel and have some fun.”
“See you later,” Heather said as the girls went out.
“So when are you meeting them,” Sandy said as Heather
brought the sleeping Judith in.
Diana glanced at her watch. “In an hour, I have time to finish my coffee
and still make it.”
“You should try the blend Madame drinks,”
Heather said with a smile, “she likes what she calls authentic coffee.”
“Why am I not surprised,”
Sandy said with a smile.
10.30 am
The Waldorf Hotel
“This way please, Countess,” the blonde haired woman
said as she showed Diana into a waiting room.
“Diana,” Dominique said as she stepped forward, “a
pleasure to see you again.”
“Likewise,” Diana said as they embraced and kissed
each other on the cheek. “Thank you for
asking me to join you today.”
The door to the room opened, and Diana smiled as Susan
came in with Annie.
“Madame will join us shortly,” Susan said as they sat
down.
“Will this be the team,” Diana said quietly.
“There is one other, but as she is unaware of who you are, I felt it prudent to brief her outside of
here. She will be with Annie for this
visit.”
Diana nodded in approval as Madame X walked into the
room. “A pleasure to meet you,
Countess,” she said as she extended her hands in greeting, “et puis je dis que
c'est un honneur est ainsi.”
“Le plaisir et l'honneur sont les miens, madame - et je vous félicite pour votre français?”
“J'ai appris
il ya
quelques années - il s'agit d'une
rare occasion de pratiquer ces
compétences.”
“How good is your French,” Annie whispered to Susan as
the two women talked to each other.
“Well, shall we begin,” Madame said as they sat down,
“Dominique?”
“We already know from our surveillance that Rice has
the blood diamonds in his safe, and that he always works from his home office
on a Thursday. Susan?”
“When I left, he was having morning coffee with his
secretary, Paul de Vries.”
“If he sticks to his plan, he will be in his office
from 1 until 4 – we plan to strike at 4 precisely.”
Dominique laid out a floor plan of the building Rice
lived in for the others to see.
“I propose a two pronged approach. Annie and the other team member will go to
the rear of the building, and scale the fire escape to the second floor. They can gain entry by the window to the
master bedroom.
“Susan, Diana and I go in the front – fast, hard, and
determined.”
“We are not working as Pussycats here,” Diana said
quietly, “and you do not wish to tip your hand as to who you are as of yet, so
who shall we be?”
“Tell me,” Madame said with a smile, “have you ever
heard of Gravitas?”
Diana looked at her and Dominique, before saying “Rumours only – nothing more. What do you know of them?”
“A lot,” Dominique said with a smile, “because we are
Gravitas – in a way.”
“The idea was created to provide a cover story for
another issue, but the word was spread of Gravitas – a global network, very
well connected, very well supplied and armed, who only strike where there is a
reason to. It has served us well in the
past, and will serve us well here – this time only.”
“I hope you can
work in baggy boiler suits,” Susan said, “because that and ski masks are the
order of the day today.”
“Intriguing – I hope the street will be clear when we
go in?”
“Arrangements have been made,” Madame said with a
smile.
“Very well then,” Diana said quietly, “the people?”
Dominique placed some photographs on the table and
started to talk…
11 am
FBI Offices, New York
“”Hey Tom – not a lot happening? No Pussycat sightings?”
“Well Janice the fact that they've gone quiet has at
least helped you get some things organized for you and Katy." Tom
Callaghan smiled as Janice sat down in his office.
"Well I can't believe that Sandy was able to move
things so quickly." Janice said as she smoothed her skirt out. "She
got the school to both accept Katy for this semester and to approve a financial
aid package that I can afford."
"Does Katy like the idea of a new school?"
"Yes." Janice smiled, "she and little Sandy have become as thick as thieves. It’s good she has a friend her own age.”
"It's nice she has a real friend, nice for you
too.'
"For me?"
"We've all noticed," Callaghan spoke
happily, "The difference in you now that you've made friends with the Richmond’s
and the other ladies. There's a spring in your step and a smile on your
face."
"All work and no play were making Janice a very
dull girl." Adam Ball observed as he entered the office carrying a
computer printout.
"Is that what I asked you for Ball?" Tom
asked.
"Yeah it's an analysis of the when's for the
Pussycats."
"Oh and what does it show?" Janice enquired.
"A definite slowing during the school summer
breaks."
"So our Pussycats are probably Mom's?"
Callaghan observed.
"Is that surprising?" Janice asked, "the profilers have always said they are probably very
ordinary women in real life, that they hide in the open."
"No." Callaghan paused, "It's not
surprising, but I'm just trying to use this quiet time to get as much evidence
put together as I can. If – well, if they start becoming active again, it never hurts to
know what we can."
"Well speaking as a working Mom, I'm glad they
probably are as well, meant Katy and I got a proper vacation for the first time
in God knows how long."
"Also allowed you to develop your
taste in champagne, Janice." Adam said as he smiled.
"Yes it did." Janice agreed, “but it’s been good for all of us. They’re just normal people like you and
me. Incredibly rich,
but normal people.”
"Did you talk to your Mom about that Richmond
Trust apartment Sandy mentioned?"
"Yeah she's not sure about moving into the city,
but she agrees it might be good for Katy."
"Also let you see more of your friends."
Adam said as he looked round.
"If all you two have to talk about are your
social lives, get out of here." Callaghan started looking at the computer
printout, "some of us actually have work to do."
“Yes, Boss,” Janice said as she stood up and followed
Adam out of the office.
12.30 pm
The Waldorf Hotel.
“Well, that seems a sensible plan,” Diana said as she
sat back. “Weapons and
equipment?”
“The van will be waiting downstairs with me and the
other associate,” Susan said as she stood up.
“Diana, will you do me the honour
of joining me for lunch? I have a
special matter I wish to discuss.”
“I would be honoured,” Diana
said as she stood up.
“Good – would you mind stepping out with Dominique for
a moment? There is a secondary matter I
wish to discuss with Annie.”
“Certainly,” Diana said as she and Dominique
left. “I have to return to the school
for a staff meeting, but I will be back for three,” Annie said as the door
closed.
“Good, but that is not the matter I wish to discuss
with you. Sir down, Annie.”
“Am I in some sort of trouble,” Annie said as she
looked at Madame and Susan.
“No,” Susan said quietly, “but we have to ask you to undertake
an additional task today, and we need to make sure you are happy with it.”
"Annie,” Madame asked slowly, “would you be able
to stomach being my representative at an interrogation conducted by Carina?"
"Sure, it would be interesting to… " Annie suddenly
stopped as she realized what they had said.
"By Carina? … Is what Dominique and Susan have said about
her true?"
"That she's a psychopath?” Madame nodded slowly and said, “ Yes I'm led to believe that's true."
Annie swallowed hard as she said, “Who is she going to
interrogate? And where?”
“Dominic Rice,” Susan said quietly, “and as to where,
you will be taken there, but you will be blindfolded for the journey there and
back again.”
"I would usually abhor such things,” Madame said
as she sat back, “but we need further intelligence fast, and as messy as Carina's
methods may be, she has a proven record for extracting the truth from
people."
"You don't have to this if you don't wish Annie."
Susan stated.
"You would need a strong stomach though."
Madame added.
“How strong?”
“Let us say that the reports say Carina can be very
messy.”
Annie thought for a moment, and then said “after what
I've seen these bastards do, I'm not sure Carina will really worry me while she
works. I just wish it was Twining."
“Good – I will let Diana know over lunch,” Madame said
as she stood up. “We meet again at 3.”
1 pm
FBI Field Office
“No lunch with the girls today Janice?”
Adam Ball sat down opposite his partner in the FBI cafeteria.
“No, everyone is busy, Diana has a meeting, and
Juliette and Cari are preparing for Yale.”
“Well,” Adam said as he poked at his lasagna, “I know the
food here isn’t up to the standards you are getting used to.”
“That’s true,” Janice looked disgustedly at what
passed for a Waldorf salad. “Do you want the rest of this?”
“No thanks,” Ball smiled, “that stuff can rot your
guts.” He put some of the pasta into his
mouth and grimaced slightly.
“And it’s not always fancy places we eat. Juliette
knows the best hot dog stand in Central Park.”
“Ms. Huntingdown eats hot
dogs?” Adam laughed out loud, “I bet the Countess doesn’t.”
“Yeah not quite Diana’s taste or style.” Janice pushed her plate away and settled for
a drink from her bottle of water.
“Well one thing I’ve found out since I’ve been hanging
round these people,” Adam said as he looked under a sheet of pasta, “and that’s
how the rich stay rich.”
“And how’s that.”
“Gossip, pure and simple gossip.”
“Oh come on Adam.”
“It’s true, if I acted on half the gossip I’ve heard
at events recently I could have made myself a nice killing in the market.”
“But that’s insider trading.”
“Yeah and your friends are probably not that crass or
stupid, but I bet three quarters of them tweaked their portfolios after hearing
that thing about all the new city construction projects that were announced
Monday, ahead of time from our deputy mayor.”
“As you say Ball I guess that’s how the rich stay
that, while the likes of us eat this.” Janice held up a terrible looking piece
of lettuce on her fork.
“Well good luck proving it in a court of law.” Ball
nodded, “and in the interests of honesty, yeah I did actually call my broker
and made a few thou.”
“Adam,” Janice looked reproachful, “We’re supposed to
uphold the law.”
“Sue me.”
“So,” Janice said as she leaned forward, “do you think
they’re planning to strike again?”
“Who knows,” Adam said quietly. “Knowing those bitches, it will be when we
least expect it. After the business with
the pawnbroker, the trail went cold.
Tell you what – fancy a beer later?”
“Where are you thinking of going?”
“I thought we might drop in on Tommy the Fish – see if
he’s heard anything.”
“Hmm – I thought he was getting married this week?”
“Well let’s take him a wedding present – what do you
say?”
3.40 pm
The Rice
Residence
The grey panel van pulled up on the deserted street,
Susan looking at the entrance to the house.
“How did Madame get the street closed off,” Diana said
as she pulled on a pair of leather gloves.
“Better not to ask,” Annie said as she adjusted the
rolled up ski mask on her head. “Ready Charlotte?”
Diana looked at the small redhead. She already had her ski mask on, as did
Dominique, who had introduced her to Charlotte as a security specialist who
needed to remain unidentified. She was
impressed the young girl had accepted the situation – it spoke much of the
discipline and loyalty Madame generated.
“You two had better get going,” Susan, said, “you have
fifteen minutes and then we go.”
Annie and Charlotte nodded as they got out of the van,
carrying two rucksacks with them as they walked round the building and into the
back alley. They stood for a moment and
looked up the wall, examining the pipework and the
windows.
“There,” Annie said as she pointed up, “bedroom
window, by the look of it.”
“Shall we?”
The two women pulled the woolen hats down to cover
their heads, and fastened their rucksacks on, before they started to climb the
pipes, making short work of the hand and foot holds before Annie slipped into
the window and helped Charlotte in. They
both stopped for a moment, slipping their revolvers out of their boiler suits
before they zipped them up again, and Annie slowly opened the door.
“All clear,” she said as Charlotte nodded, and then
spoke into her phone.
“In position – go.”
In the van, Susan nodded and dialed a second number.
“Go with the scramble.”
In the monitoring room, one of the women typed some
commands into a console, as the cameras in the Rice residence showed the
housekeeper in the kitchen, the maid tidying the living area, and Rice in his
office.
“Go.”
“Showtime ladies,” Susan said as she got out of the
van, and walked up to the front door, ringing the doorbell before she pulled
her ski mask down.
“Now who can that be,” Becca
said as she put the magazines neatly on the coffee table, and walked towards
the hallway.
“It looks like a delivery,” Maria said as she walked
to the front door, and opened it.
“Hello, can I…”
“Don’t say a word,” the tall masked woman said as she
pushed Maria back in, holding her against the wall as two more women came
in. All three were dressed in boiler
suits, as well as wearing black gloves and boots, and they had ski masks pulled
over their heads, only their eyes and red lips showing.
Becca saw what was
happening, and turned, running up the stairs in the hope she would be able to
get into her room and lock the door. She
was therefore shocked as she ran into two more masked women standing at the top
of the stairs, one of them pointing a gun at her as the second grabbed her arm.
“We speak for Gravitas,” Charlotte said as Annie frog
marched the young woman downstairs, “where is your master?”
“What the hell is going on out…”
Dominic Rice came out of his office to see his
housekeeper and maid held at gunpoint, before he felt a sawnoff
shotgun pressed into his back.
“We are Gravitas,” Dominique said quietly, “and you
will do as you are told, Mister Rice.”
“What the fuck…”
“Into the office, all of you,” Dominique said, Annie
pushing Becca and Maria in front of them as Charlotte
watched the door.
“Kneel,” Dominique said, the
three of them falling to the floor as Annie and Susan started to bind the
wrists of all three behind their backs.
“What the hell do Gravitas want with me,” Rice said as
he looked at the other two.
“It is not your place to question why Gravitas does
what it does, but to do as Gravitas say,” Dominique said as she looked at the
two women. “Fear not – we merely need to
restrain you while we go about our business.”
“I am not afraid,” Becca
said as she looked at the masked women.
“I fear only my master’s displeasure.”
“Do as they say,” Dominic said as he looked at them,
“their business is with me, obviously, and it is better you stay out of this.”
Maria grunted as she felt her ankles been bound
together, the rope biting into the skin on her legs. “What the hell gives you the right to do this
to us,” she said as Diana looked at her.
“This,” Diana replied quietly as she held her shotgun
in her hands, “and we speak for Gravitas.”
Becca stared ahead as
her arms were pulled into her sides, the rope going above and below her
chest. Looking to her side, she saw the
same thing happening to Maria, and smiled to try and encourage her.
“Where is your secretary, Mister Rice,” Dominique said
as she stood in front of Dominique.
“He went out on business,” Dominic replied as he
stared up at them. Dominique looked over
at Susan, who nodded and stood up, leaving the room as Annie joined Charlotte
at the side of the room.
“Now Mister Rice,” Dominique said as she forced
Dominique to his feet, “Gravitas requires your coin collection, so you will
open your safe.”
“Or what?”
“You are not in a position to refuse Gravitas, Mister
Rice,” Dominique said as she nodded to Annie and Charlotte. Both women stood behind Becca
and Maria, and placed their guns to the back of their heads.
“No,” Maria whispered as she closed her eyes, while Becca looked at Dominic.
“All right – over there,” he said as he nodded to the
painting of Sydney.
“Complete the securing of them,” Dominique said as she
walked the man over to the picture, feeling along the edge until it swung
open. As she examined the metal panel,
Dominique smiled and said “Gravitas offers their compliments, Mister Rice – a
truly remarkable safe. Open it.”
Susan came out of the last room on the upstairs
landing, thinking hard. There was no
sign of the secretary in any of the rooms, but she was fairly certain he had
not left the house. That made Paul de Vries a loose end – and she did not like loose ends.
Walking slowly down the corridor, she did not hear the
door open behind her, or see Paul stepping out – the first hint she got was
when the edge of his hand hit her on the neck, and she fell to the floor.
Paul looked down at her, and stepped over her
unconscious body, feeling the heft of the gun in his
hand as he slowly walked down the stairs.
“Go to hell, bitch.”
“Such language, Mister Rice,” Dominique said slowly,
“will not work with Gravitas. I will ask
again – will you open the safe, or do we have to provide further encouragement?”
Becca and Maria were
now sat on the floor against the wall, their legs bound below their knees and
then bent and bound to their bodies, while strips of white tape covered the
sponges Annie and Charlotte had pushed into their mouths.
They stared at the two masked women as Dominique said
“Start with the younger one – every time Mister Rice refuses to do as I ask,
hit her.”
Charlotte nodded as she put her gun down, and then
cracked her knuckles before lifting Becca’s face to
look into her eyes.
“This gives me no pleasure,” she said as she lifted
her hand…
“NO – no, I’ll do it, but I need my hands free,”
Dominic shouted out.
“Better,” Dominique said as she released his hands,
and then leveled the shotgun at him. “Proceed – one wrong move and you die. We can always use your retina and
fingerprints after that.”
Nodding, Dominic turned and looked at the steel
door. He saw the blurred reflection of
the entrance from the hallway, and smiled as he placed his eye to the scanner,
and then his finger.
Dominique smiled as she heard the safe door open, and
then pulled Dominic back to allow it to swing open fully, placing her gun on
the desk as she began to bind her wrists again.
While all this was going on, Diana had been standing
guard, intently watching all the others.
She was beginning to wonder where Susan had got to, when instinct kicked
in, and she gripped the shotgun.
“Empty the safe,” Dominique said to Annie, who walked
over and removed a canvas bag from her boiler suit. As she started to empty the contents of the
safe into the bag, Charlotte watched the two women, while Dominique bound
Dominic’s arms to his sides.
From the hallway, Paul looked through the door. He could see the two women with Dominic Rice
by the safe, and could hear Becca and Maria
inside. The other one was still
upstairs, and he knew what he had to do.
Pulling back the safety on his gun, he took a deep breath and stepped
into the room, aiming at Annie.
The shot made both Dominique and Annie turn round, as
they saw Paul standing there, the red stain growing on
his shirt as he dropped to his knees, and Diana raised her shotgun, the smoke
oozing from the barrel.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”
“Fucking hell,” Dominic said as the dead body of his
secretary fell to the floor, and he turned to look at Dominique.
“Gravitas take a dim view of people who lie to them,
Mister Rice,” she said as Annie put the cases of coins into the sack, as well
as the velvet bags and any money she could find. “Find our friend.”
Dominique nodded and walked quickly out, looking up
the staircase to see Susan holding the back of her head at the top.
“What happened,” she whispered as she came down and
joined Diana.
“The secretary was indeed a bodyguard – I dealt with
him.”
Susan nodded as she walked into the room, looking at
the body on the floor and then at the two women, whimpering as they sat there.
“You will come with us, and answer for this,”
Dominique said as she spun Rice round, pressing a tape gag over his mouth and
then pulling a black silk hood over his head, pulling the cords so it sat
around his neck. “Do we have
everything?”
“We do,” Annie said as she looked at the empty safe.
“Very well – we speak for Gravitas!”
“For Gravitas!” The five women left, Dominique and Diana
dragging Rice between them as Becca and Maria stared
at the dead Paul.
Stopping at the door, Susan removed her balaclava and
looked round, before running down and opening the side door of the van. She then climbed into the driver’s seat, as
the other four walked down and into the van, making Rice sit on the floor as
Diana closed the door behind them.
“Drive,” she said to Susan, who set off down the
street while Dominique dialed a number on her cell phone, watching as the
others removed their ski masks.
“This is Dominique – initiate scorched earth policy on
the Rice surveillance.”
“Understood.”
“You two,” she said as she looked at Annie and
Charlotte, “put these on.” She handed
them two blindfolds.
“Why?”
“Security – the driver knows where we are going, and
you three do not.”
“Agreed,” Dominique said as she pulled one over her
own eyes, followed by the other two.
Diana sat with the gun over her knees, watching Rice as they moved
along…
6.30 pm
The Farm
“Well, at least the clothes packing is all done now,”
Juliette said as she sat opposite Carina, Judith taking her evening feed. “It means we can make an early start with the
others in the morning.”
“I’m glad you’re coming with me,” Carina said as she
looked at Judith, “I’m just sorry Jeannie could not make it.”
“Well, with Barbara starting her new job next week, and
Jeannie at school on Friday next week, they still have a lot to do,” Juliette
said as Judith finally detached, a smile on her lips.
“That’s better isn’t it,” Carina said as she tickled
her baby's nose, and then adjusted her top.
“By the way Missy rang me in Central Park today.”
“Oh – what was she wanting?”
"Apparently my ILUXX glasses commercials finally
start running next week, and she wanted to know how
much weight I had lost already."
"That's Missy." Juliette laughed, "She
wanted me to do a bikini shoot just three weeks after I had you, I don't think
she sees having a baby as a reason for interrupting work."
"I told her modeling comes firmly down my list of
priorities, but she still wants me to look at some offers for my
services."
“Studies and baby come first, but no harm in having a
look,” Juliette said as she raised her mug, and then put it down again as she
heard a vehicle outside. Standing up,
she walked over and looked through the drapes, before saying “they’re
here. You finish here and I’ll bring
them in.”
Walking into the yard, she smiled at Susan and Diana
as they got out. Opening the side door,
Juliette then motioned to Annie to follow her into the farmhouse, while
Dominique and Susan followed Diana to one of the barns, forcing the hooded Dominic
Rice to walk between them.
“Welcome to our home away from home,” Juliette said as
Anne sat with Carina.
“Ready for the trip to New Haven,” Annie said as she
tickled Judith’s chin.
“As ready as I’ll ever be – but I’m looking forward to
a bit of fun today as well,” Carina said with a smile. “Any particular things you need to ask?”
“Susan has the details – she’ll give them to me before
she, Dom and Diana head off,” Annie said.
“How did it go?”
“One dead – he was aiming to kill me and Dominique.”
Juliette nodded, and said “How does that make you
feel?”
“She did it to save me – and I am grateful, but I will
not do that.”
“And are you ready for tonight?”
Annie nodded.
“I actually feel sorry for him – if half of what I hear is true, he may
not like it.”
“He exploits children,” Carina said quietly, “and
while I may only now be a mother, I can feel that pain, so however nice he may
be – he deserves my attention.”
“He’s secured,” Diana said as the three of them came
in. “When will you get started?”
“I need to change first,” Carina said as she handed
Judith to Diana. “Annie?”
“I need to stay like this,” Annie said quietly.
“No,” Carina said, “come with me. We need to look professional for this.”
“Go with her,” Juliette said as Annie followed Carina
up the stairs.
“Right,” she said as she looked in a wardrobe, “I
think I can get into this now, if you can give me a hand.”
She took out a pair of leather trousers and a leather
bustier, and placed them on the bed, before handing Annie a black latex cat
suit and saying “I think this will fit you.”
“Why this,” Annie said as she looked at it.
“Much of this work is about the image,” Carina said as
she stripped out of her sweats and started to ease the trousers on, sighing as
she managed to fasten them. She then picked
up the bustier, and said “Can you fasten this round me please.”
“This has got to be the strangest evening I have spent
recently,” Annie said as she fastened the leather thongs, pulling the article
round Carina as it lifted her bust up.
“Not too bad,” she said as she looked at herself in
the mirror. “Come on Annie – get into
that and you’ll feel a million dollars.”
As Annie slipped into the latex outfit, Carina
fastened a pair of knee length lace up boots with four-inch heels onto her
lower legs, and then handed a pair to Annie.
As she laced them up, Carina pulled her hair back into a ponytail and
sat at the table to apply her makeup.
“Can I ask a question,” Annie said as she tottered
over.
“Sure,” Carina said as she handed Annie a lipstick.
“Who am I talking to now?”
Carina turned and looked at her former teacher.
“The others told me that there is another Carina – the
one who relishes this sort of thing. So
which one am I talking to now?”
Smiling, Carina said “the latter – I’m glad you were told, it makes things easier.”
“And is this Carina who kills?”
“It’s a mistake to think of us as two separate people,
Annie – we’re the same person, but different sides of the coin, different
phases of the moon, call it what you will.
We have the same tastes, the same desire to protect our family and
friends – I just stay hidden most of the time.”
Nodding, Annie said, “so what
is the plan for tonight?”
"Humiliate him, emasculate him, degrade him, and
once he tells all, kill him." Carina stated bluntly.
"Oh dear God."
Annie put her hand to her mouth.
"Don't worry I'll do the killing, you just play
along with everything Miss Kelly." Carina laughed, "Maybe I'll teach
you a few things tonight."
"Here put this on." Carina said as she
passed Annie a black Catwoman style eye mask.
"More part of the illusion?"
"Yeah, you catch on fast." Carina giggled.
She took Annie’s hand and led her out of the room…
As they walked downstairs, Annie asked "How come
I had no idea this Carina existed, after all I taught you for two years and I
never even dreamed… "
"Because I hide inside her, so called normal Carina
is just that, she's cute, nice, and loved. I'm just the side of her that loves
cruelty and horror."
Annie shook her head. It was hard to comprehend the
nature of Carina's dual personality.
Dominique turned as they came down, looking at the two
dominatrices as they walked across the kitchen. She caught the look of apprehension in Annie’s
eye, and said quietly “Good luck.”
Dominic Rice twisted his head from side to side,
wondering where the hell he was now. He
had been brought in here, wherever here was, and it felt as if he was in a
wooden seat. His arms were certainly
resting on wooden boards, but his wrist and elbow were strapped down with some
sort of leather belt. A wider belt held
his body to the chair, and his ankles and legs were also tightly strapped in
place.
He heard the footsteps first, the click of heels on
stone as they approached. By the sound
of the steps there were at least two of them.
The sound of the steps was different as well – not the heavy work boots,
but finer, refined – stilettos, possibly?
The hood was suddenly pulled from his head, and as his
eyes adjusted he saw he was in some sort of barn. What really surprised him, however, were the
two women standing in front of him, dressed in leather and latex and looking at
him with the sternest of eyes through their masks.
“Good evening, Mister Rice,” Carina said as she smiled
at him, “Doubtless, you’re wondering why we invited you here tonight.”
“Who the hell are you bitches,” he spat back at them,
only to wince as Carina brought the back of her hand across his cheek.
“First rule, Mister Rice – you speak when you are
spoken to and asked a question, otherwise you remain silent and you
listen. Now, I want you to pay very
careful attention.
“My friend and I have some questions to ask of you,
and we expect you to answer fully and honestly.
Answer well, and there will be reward. Answer wrongly, and – well, it will not be
pleasurable.
“For you.”
Anne watched as Carina walked over to a table, and
opened a small leather bag, taking various instruments out. She held them up, Rice breaking into a cold
sweat when he saw some of them.
“Be assured,” Carina said with a smile, “we will get
the answers we require, one thing or another.
The only real question is how long you can hold out – and I have to
confess, I look forward to finding out.”
As Carina laid her instruments out, Annie sat on
Dominic’s lap and stroked his face.
“Mr. Rice, I’d like to plead with you to answer all
our questions and maybe we can negotiate a way of releasing you.”
Dominic stared at her, before saying “What is this -
you the good cop, she’s the bad?”
“Oh no – I’m the bad cop. As for her, I’m led to believe that she’s
more than bad, that she’s in fact positively evil.”
Rice stared at the smiling girl in leather. “A little girl like her?”
“Mr. Rice,” Annie said as she lifted his chin and
looked into his eyes, “that little girl is a psychopath who has killed 30
people, I’ve never seen her work, and I’m not sure I have a mind to, but I’m
told the last person she had in here begged to be allowed to die.”
“Yer bloody
kidding me.”
Annie smiled and said, “Do you remember when they fished
Vince Maroni’s body out on the Jersey Shore?
What his killer did to him?”
Dominic nodded, and then said “Oh shit – her? You have got to be fucking joking!”
“I wish I was, but everything you hear in here will be
by her rules only the truth, she expects you to do us the same courtesy.”
“And if I don’t.”
“Then I’m told she can get quite creative.”
“Yer not frightening me
bitch!”
Annie frowned and shook her head. “Oh dear - well then, I’ve absolved my conscience,
just one more final time. I will ask you
if you will answer all our questions quietly.”
“No fuckin’ way bitch.”
“Well,” Annie stood up, “You will never leave this
room alive, and I believe the pain you are going to feel will be excruciating.”
She looked over at Carina, “but you were warned, what happens now is your own
choice.”
“I presume he is not willing to talk,” Carina said as
she walked over, smiling as she looked at him.
“I’m afraid for him he will not,” Annie said quietly,
“so we must begin. Is your name Dominic
Rice?”
“Of course it fucking is,” he said as he watched Carina
take hold of his hand.
“Good,” she said with a smile, “and are
you a lying little gun runner with a thing for African girl slaves?”
“Fuck yourself.”
“Wrong,” Carina said as she produced the nutcrackers,
and swiftly crushed the first knuckle of the index finger of Rice’s left hand.
“WHATTHEFUCKKKKKK!”
“Let’s try a different question,” Annie said as she
walked forward, “Does the name Francois Legault mean
anything to you?”
“I… I know him
from the UN – why?”
“Do you do business with him?”
“No – SHITTFUCKHELL” he screamed as the next knuckle
was cracked.
“Try again,” Carina said with a smile, “do you do
business with Francois Legault?”
“And what the hell is it to you if I do?”
“Well, your contacts are of great interest to me,
Mister Rice,” Carina said with a smile.
“You have some fairly high placed contacts, and we know you move in high
diplomatic circles.”
“We also know,” Annie, said as she stroked his head, “that
you mix with people who have much in common, such as your choice of domestic
staff.”
“What do you meSHIT!”
Another knuckle gave way as Carina closed the
blades. “The divine maid you have –
where did you employ her from?”
“An agency – why?”
“We are intrigued, and wish to know more – tell us the
name of the agency.”
“I can’t!”
“Which finger will be next then,” Annie said as she
ran her gloved hand between the fingers of Rice's right hand.
“Maybe his thumb – people don’t realize how useful
they can be.”
“You can break them all for all I care,” Rice said
with a grimace, “I won’t say anything.”
“Oh the big strong Australian wants to play the macho
man,” Annie said as she looked at Carina.
She reached between his legs, and sighed as she said “Well he is
certainly a man.”
“We’ll put this to the test later,” Carina said, “but
we have a way to go first. Let us
discuss the agency that found your maid first – where is it based?”
“No comment.”
Carina smiled as she walked to the table and picked up
a knife, coming back and cutting the buttons away from Dominic’s shirt. “We already know the maid was smuggled into
this country from Mazengwe, Mister Rice, along with
other children. I have been told you
have treated her well and with dignity, which is why you are still alive for
the moment. Twining, Chen, Cohen – they
will not be so lucky.”
Dominic stared at her – how the hell did she know about them?
“So my question is simple – where did you fetch her
from?”
“Fetch who,” Dominic said as he felt Carina’s hand on
his chest, pulling the shirt open.
“Mister Rice, I thought we established what would
happen if you lied,” Annie said quietly as she slipped her hand between his
legs, “We know your maid is an illegal child slave, so where did you collect
her from?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Really,” Annie said as she closed her hand over his
ball sac.
“THEYLLKILLME!”
“I may kill you anyway,” Carina said as she slid the
knife across his chest, leaving a thin red line. “Where did you collect her?”
“AWWFUCKKKKKK All right, I’ll tell you – a warehouse
on the east side. Pier
twelve.”
“Very good,” Carina said as she stood up. “Now, let us move on to other matters – who
else is in this group who claim staff from there? We know of Twining, Chen, Cohen, Legault – who else?”
“I don’t know…”
Rice gritted his teeth again as Carina sliced along his sternum.
“Names, Mister Rice, we want names.”
Despite her attempts to remain cool and calm, the
scene was beginning to create ripples throughout Annie's body. She could feel
her nipples had hardened and that moisture had appeared between her legs.
Frankly she was being sexually aroused by participating in the torture of this
man, and Cari wasn't helping by looking so blatantly
sexy.
Suddenly on an impulse Annie walked up to Carina and
pulled her to her, planting a long kiss on her former students deep red lips.
"Oh Goddess." she heard Carina whisper, "Do you know how long I've dreamed of kissing
you?"
"Oh Fuck you're a lesbian as well as a
sadist," Annie whispered.
"No just open and bi… just like you." Carina
pulled Annie in for another long kiss.
"Now don't you wish it was me kissing you." Annie giggled evilly as she turned and smiled
seductively at Rice.
“Sorry, bitches,” Rice grinned back at them, “not my
type, but I like what you’re doing.”
“Really? Poor Becca – she
really has a thing for you, you know.
And you lead her on like that?” Annie
put her foot on Rice’s chest and pushed hard, forcing him to topple backwards
in the chair and land with his head on the floor.
“Take his shoes off,” Annie said to Carina as she
walked to the table, and picked up a leather crop. She walked back as Cari
pulled his shoes and socks off, bringing the crop down on her gloved hand.
“Names, Mister Rice, start talking.”
“No.”
Annie smiled as she brought the crop down on his foot,
making him scream out.
“I approve,” Carina said as she picked up a bamboo
cane. “Names Mister
Rice.”
“Go to HELLLLLLLLL!”
The cane came down on his foot, followed by the crop.
“Well, Mister Rice?”
“All right, I’ll talk,” Rice, screamed as he gave
names, each one followed by a strike to his foot, Carina and Annie grinning as
they took turns.
Eventually, Rice cried out “No More.” He looked up to see the two women embracing
and kissing, before they turned and looked at him.
“Oh my dear,” Annie said with a smile as she touched
his bleeding feet, “they look as if they need cooling down.”
“Be a darling,” Carina said, “and fetch
some ice in a bowl for me.” As Annie
walked off, she grinned at Rice and said, “my friends
from Gravitas found something very interesting alongside your coin collection –
sacks of diamonds. Now why would an
Australian diplomat have so many uncut diamonds in his personal safe, hmm?”
“None… None of
your business,” Dominic said as he grimaced.
“”Oh but it is my business,” Carina said with a smile
as she unstrapped his legs from the chair legs, only to bind his ankles tightly
together with a leather belt. “You see,
these diamonds fascinate me – what were they intended for?”
“Go to hell!”
“Funny – I was going to say that to you,” Carina said
with a smile as Annie carried over a washing bowl filled with ice. Placing it one the floor, she joined Carina
on each side of his chair, reaching down and taking it upright again as his
feet were forced into the ice.
“OHSHTIFFUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
He tried to pull his feet out, only for Carina to push
his legs back down again. “The sensation
will pass,” she whispered, “and besides, it will clean the wounds. Now, who were the diamonds meant for, and for
what purpose did you have them?”
“SHHhhhhhhh payment – payment
for goods received.”
“Who from?”
“Someone far bigger and scarier than
you, little bitch.”
“Mister Rice,” Annie said as she unzipped his pants
and pulled them down, “that wasn’t very nice.
Allow me to show how unnice that was.”
Dominic was sweating from the pain and the cold, as he
felt her hand on his ball sac again, and then felt her squeeze it tighter than
a vice.
“I’m teliing… the… truth…” he gasped out, “they’ll kill me if I
talk.”
“Tell me,” Carina said as she walked over, “are you
Jewish Mister Rice?”
“No I’m not fucking Jewish.”
“Then you won’t recognize these,” she said with a
smile as she held up a steel object that looked like a stapler with a circular
rod on it.
“This,” she said quietly, “is called a Gomco clamp. Do you
know what it is used for?”
“No,” Dominic whispered.
“Let me show you,” she said as she pulled his penis
out, and started to massage it, engorging it as he closed his eyes, only to
open them again in shock as the device was placed over his member, and the
foreskin pulled through the hole before it was clamped off.
“What the fuck are you doing,” he said as Carina
nodded to Annie. The other girl walked behind
her and held his head as Carina produced a scalpel.
“Who were the gems destined for?”
“No – no you wouldn’t…” He closed his eyes and nearly bit his tongue
off as he felt the scalpel remove his foreskin, the blood dripping as Carina
released the clamp.
“She did,” Annie said quietly, “who were the gems
intended to be delivered to?”
“I’ll tell you…” Carina took note of what he said,
before smiling and putting the device and the book down.
“Well, Mister Rice,” she said as she kissed his
forehead, “thank you for being so cooperative. Now, two last questions. First, where did you get the gems from?”
“Legault… Legault passed them to me today. What are they?”
“Oh these? Don’t worry about them,” Carina said as she
attached two electrodes either side of his ball sac with tape, and then ran the
wires to the table nearby. “And where
did Legault get them from?”
“Why?”
“I’m sorry,” Carina, said as she attached the wires to
a metal box, “we ask the questions.”
“I need to know why you want to know?”
“Well, where shall we start,” Carina said as she
opened the cover on a switch. “First,
there is the fact you have involved yourself in the smuggling of child slave labour – shocking.”
The current hit him hard, as he tensed and arched his
back, the smell of his pubic hair singing rising from between his legs.
“And then there are the diamonds to be used to buy
arms, to be used doubtlessly in the civil war in the same country these girls
come from.”
Another shock ran through him as Annie looked on.
“And then, just to top it all off, you piss me off
with your lies and deliberate threats.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” The third shock made him shake as a
streak of blood and piss ran down his leg.
“So, Mister Rice, answer me one question, and this can
end now – who is The Walrus?”
“I don’t know – I swear to God I don’t know.”
“Is he Kimba?”
Dominic shook his head. “No – I have been in the room with Kimba when The Walrus has called him.”
“If you’re lying,” Annie said as Carina reached for
the switch.
“I’M NOT LYING!!!”
“I think he’s telling the truth,” Annie said as she
looked at him.
“I think he is as well,” Carina said quietly. “Will you give us a few minutes alone, my
dear?”
Annie nodded and walked out of the barn, feeling
between her legs as she listened to the screams coming from inside. She had never thought she would be so aroused
by doing this, and yet she knew this made her feel – well wonderful.
She stroked herself, the latex squeaking as she sought
to give herself relief as well, not noticing as the barn fell silent.
When she turned her head, she saw Carina standing at
the door, taking deep breaths.
“It’s over,” she said as she held up her notebook,
“come on.”
The three women stood up as the door opened.
“Well did you find out all the information that Madame
requested?” Juliette asked as the two tired girls came into the farmhouse.
“We did.” Carina passed her notebook to her Mother,
who flipped through.
“Oh my dear Goddess so many names.” She passed it to Dominique and Susan, whose
eyes widened as they looked at the names.
“This is a very big thing Mom. I didn’t realize how big until tonight.”
“What of the arms dealer?”
“The details are there – but he didn’t know who this
Walrus was. I believed him?”
“So did I.”
“How are you feeling Annie?” Juliette asked as she
looked at the teacher.
“Tired and a wee bit dazed.”
“Extracting information can be hard work.” Carina
nodded.
“Was it bad?” Juliette looked at the girls’ blood
splattered leathers.
“No worse than I’d steeled myself that it might be. I actually felt sorry for the poor bastard at
the end.”
“You’d better undress down here Annie.” Juliette told
her, “I’ll burn your clothes… Darling, yours too.”
“I need a long hot shower.” Annie said as she squatted
to start undoing her boots.
“Annie I’m back to me now, if there’s anything you
want to talk about, maybe we need to discuss it?”
Annie looked at Carina as she unfastened her bodice,
and said, “Let me get washed and dressed first, and then – yeah, I think we
need to talk.”
“I’ll have some soup ready for you,” Juliette said as
she went to the kitchen.
“We need to get this to Madame as soon as possible –
what about Rice?”
“I will take care of him,” Diana said, “Annie, Carina,
cleanse yourselves and change. And thank you – I know it was not pleasant.”
“I’ll run Annie back with me when she is ready,”
Juliette said as the two young women headed up the stairs, and Juliette put
their clothes and boots into an incinerator bag.
At the top of the stairs, Annie stopped at the entrance
to the bathroom and looked at Carina.
"Did you mean it when you said you'd dreamed of
kissing me, or was that just 'her' speaking?"
"Annie,” Carina said with a laugh, “I'm
bi-sexual, I get attracted primarily to guys, but yeah I sometimes get a thing
about other women, and she was speaking for both of us."
"I'm not sure what to make of this." Annie
looked extremely confused.
"Well say what you are thinking."
"I'm thinking that I'm highly attracted to you,
but that doesn't stop you being my former student, or
you being…"
"A complete psychopath."
Carina interrupted.
"I was going to say only 18 years old, and just
about to go away to college."
"I'm not looking for a relationship right now Annie,
I've got Yale and Judith to think about first, but there's always a place in my
heart for you, and if you do ever want to do something about it I'm always here
for you."
Annie nodded.
“I might like that, and you just looked so sexy in that leather." As
she removed her bra, she said "Mind if I get in the shower first?"
"Mind if I join you?" Carina asked with a
smile on her face as she too removed her bra.
"Are you sure Ca… " The rest of Annie's words were lost as Carina kissed
her again. Annie pulled Carina into the
bathroom, shutting the door behind both of them…
Forty minutes later Carina and Annie returned
downstairs, their hair covered with towels, clad only in bathrobes and
slippers, their faces cleansed of blood and makeup, each looking very young as
they came into the kitchen holding hands.
“I’ve cooked a boeuf bourgignon,” Diana called over her shoulder from the range.
“I hope you are both hungry?”
“I think we’ve managed to work up an appetite.” Annie
giggled.
“Oh yeah, I’m starving,” Carina said as she sat down,
Juliette looking at both of them.
“You both look one hundred percent better then you did
when you came in from the barn,” she said with a smile, looking at both of them.
“Well I think we needed to relax.” This time Carina
giggled.
“Oh – and how exactly did you relax,” Juliette said as
she sat back. “After all, I only heard
the shower run once.”
This time both girls started laughing as Diana stopped
the stirring.
“Oh no - not you two as well.”
Diana groaned as she turned round and looked at the younger women holding hands
as they sat. “Don’t we get enough of
this from Sandy and Heather?”
“From Sandy and Heather?”
Annie looked bemused.
“Didn’t you ever cotton on they were lovers?” Carina
asked.
Annie sat for a moment, and then shook her head. “No, I must be dumber than I thought.”
Annie looked round and then kissed Carina gently.
“So is this going to be a thing? Should I ask what
your intentions are towards my daughter Miss Kelly?” Juliette asked.
“Mom!” Carina hushed
her mother.
“Juliette we have talked it out.” Annie paused, “We
are both very attracted to each other, but neither of us is ready for a
relationship.”
“Mom I’m going to New Haven, Annie will be in New
York, she’s free to date whoever she likes, I’m free to date whoever I like, no
jealousy, no commitment.”
“That sounds right to me.” Juliette inside was
relieved. “You both have your own lives to lead. I knew Cari
was bi Annie, but I never suspected you were.”
“I’m not sure that I really knew till today.” Annie said
with a smile as Diana started serving supper. “But then, until recently I had
no idea you were all part of this country’s most notorious gang.”
“She’s a little slow at times.” Cari
laughed.
“Hey I was the one who kissed you.”
“Yeah but you were getting turned on by the torture.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
Carina stuck her tongue out.
“Ladies, Ladies.” Juliette laughed. “Look, it’s been a long day, Let’s just enjoy the food.”
“Well it’s nice to see you both happy.” Diana sat down
after dishing up.
“Good French food.” Carina said as she started to tuck
in.
“So how tough was he?” Juliette asked quietly.
“Pretty tough.”
Carina suddenly became serious. “These people think they can do anything.”
“Well to be fair so do we.”
Diana reminded her goddaughter.
“But we are the bad guys, these are supposed to be the
good guys.”
“I think Madame will be pleased we got more names.” Annie
remembered what the purpose of the interrogation had been.
“I’ll drive you back into town later Annie.” Diana
spoke. “When do you see her?”
“Tomorrow.”
“While we take baby to New Haven.”
Juliette reminded Carina.
“How can I forget – we’ll drive back later as
well.” Juliette put her fork down and
looked at her daughter.
“I still can’t quite believe this is happening.”
“You’re not the only one,” Carina said quietly. “Talking of which, where is baby?”
“Asleep in her cot upstairs,” Diana said quietly.
“And him,” Annie said as she looked to the door.
“Taken care of – don’t let him worry you,” Diana said,
“there are others who deserve your attention now.”
Friday 22nd
August
10 am
Branford College, Yale
The space outside the college entrance was a mass of
young faces looking up as their parents carried in cases and boxes. Judy McNally was just one of those faces, as
she and Rachel walked into the entrance hall.
“Welcome to Branford,” the young woman behind the desk
said, “Can I have your name please?”
“It’s McNally – Judith McNally.”
“Oh yes – your roommate hasn’t arrived yet, but if you
go with this young man here, he’ll take you to your room.”
“This way,” he said as Judy and Rachel followed him
down the corridors, and then into a large suite.
“Oh my,” Rachel said as she looked round, “this is
nice.”
“Yeah – but we mustn’t forget the reason why,” Judy
said as she looked over at the small cot and changing table. Rachel gently rocked it, and said “I wonder
how Cari feels today?”
“About as nervous as you do.”
The two of them turned to see Carina carrying Judith
in her arms, while Juliette, Joanne and Heather were carrying her bags.
“Wow – this really is a nice room,” Cari said as
she laid Judith down in the cot.
“I’ll say – better than my one,” Heather said as she
and Joanne put the cases on the bed, while Juliette laid a large canvas bag she
was carrying next to the cot.
“I didn’t know Branford was your college, Heather?”
“Oh yeah,” Heather said as she looked at Rachel, “I’ve
already told these two all they need to know to survive here.”
“Rule one of which is come to me if they
have a problem.”
“ALEX!!”
Heather hugged her old friend as Carina and Judy looked on.
“Welcome, finally, to Branford girls,” Alex said as
she looked at them. “I do the formal
introduction session at 7 tonight in the main room, but until then, I suggest
you take time to get used to the place.”
“Why don’t we go for a walk round the campus, then go
and grab lunch somewhere?”
“Sounds good, Jude,” Carina said, “you guys go ahead, I’ll get Baby into the sling and bring her with me.”
“I’ll help,” Heather said as the others left, then she turned to Carina.
“I have a present for you,” she said as she opened the canvas bag and
opened a slim leather case.
"Okay Carina I've set you up a lap top that can
function on two levels." Heather handed the dull silver device over to the
new Yalie.
"It looks cool." Cari
observed.
"Well it is a perfectly ordinary computer, but
with added security features to keep Judy out of Pussycat business. I've built
in a special protocol that will let you access our secure communications
net."
"Any danger of Judy finding it
accidentally?"
"Not unless she has one of your eyes."
Heather held up a tiny retina scanner. "You use this as your key."
“Neat,” Carina said with a smile. Putting the baby sling over her shoulder, she
watched as Heather carefully placed Judith inside, and then picked up the
changing bag.
“Come on,” she said, “Let’s join the others.”
11 am
The Waldorf Hotel
“From the surveillance last night, it appears our
friends are in a slight state of confusion as to what is happening,” Charlotte
said as she sat opposite Madame X and Susan.
“Cohen has had several very irate conversations with the arms suppliers,
and Legault looks as if he is about to lose his life,
the way he is acting.”
“I am not surprised,” Madame said quietly, “given the
information Carina kindly obtained for us last night. Susan?”
“Clint has been told he will be on assignment to the Mazengwean delegation for the next fortnight – apparently,
Vice President Kimba is coming to visit again.”
“It would appear Gravitas has somewhat unfortunately
caused a slight commotion,” Susan said as she smiled at Charlotte. “The intel?”
“Incredible, vast and scary,” Charlotte said
quietly. “We knew this was a big
operation, but just how big was unknown.
It will take some time to assess it.
We have some quick hits – the arms suppliers will be getting a visit
from the FBI in the next two hours, and at least one of the girls is free now.”
“Police monitoring suggests Becca
is being taken in by Maria – there is nothing to connect her with the
others. As for his secretary, it appears
he was a mercenary, hired by Rice as a bodyguard.”
“I see – well, the Australian Consulate may have a few
things to say on the matter, when the time comes. Has Annie arrived yet?”
“Dominique is waiting for her downstairs…”
Dominique looked up as Annie walked into the lobby, the
heels of her Italian leather shoes clicking on the marble.
“Hey – what are you doing down here,” she said as she
joined her mentor.
“Waiting for you – I was concerned after last night.”
“I’m fine – it was a shock, but I expected it.”
“Well, I thought you did remarkable well
yesterday. Come – she is expecting you.”
They travelled up in the lift together, entering the
suite and Madame’s office as Susan said “The one who seems really upset is Chen
– ah, there you are.”
“Annie,” Madame said as she stood up and walked over,
“I trust it was not too harrowing last night.”
“It was tough to watch, but I believe we got the
information you needed,” Annie said as she sat down.
“More than we had expected,” Susan said quietly. “We’ve uncovered a huge number of people
here, some of them very prominent. This
will require more planning.”
“I still wish to see this through to the end,” Annie
said quietly.
“Good – there is something I wish for you to do for me
in a professional capacity, Annie, while we continue to assess the information
and collate more. Dominique?”
“Can you come with me a moment, Annie,” Dominique said
as she stood up, and led her to another bedroom. “You know Ama of course,” she said as the
young African girl turned and smiled at them.
“Of course,” Annie said with a smile. “How are you?”
“Have we met,” Ama replied.
“Sorry – I had a wig on before. I’m Annie – so what can I do for her
Dominique?”
“You can assess her learning capability – it is my
wish for her to start learning more, but we need to have a baseline.”
“Sensible,” Annie said as she sat down. “I can bring some tests over tomorrow, but
for now Ama, tell me what you have learned in the past…”
An hour later, Annie returned to the room. “Very bright young lady, but I’ll need to run
the tests tomorrow,” she said as she sat down.
Madame X was deep in thought, considering all she had learned.
"We will need to add to our surveillance
grid." Madame spoke at last.
"More break ins?" Annie asked.
"Lots."
Dominique looked at her younger friend.
"I better find more cameras etc." Susan
thought aloud.
"We will need to train more monitors."
Charlotte thought aloud as well.
"It's a good thing then that I asked Penelope to
fly in with some of the girls from London already then." Madame smiled.
"As always you are one step ahead of us
Madame." Susan smiled.
"Well I try Susan, but I will admit it's getting
harder, you girls are all very good at your jobs."
"Thank you Madame." Charlotte blushed.
"So in your opinion Dominique what is THEIR next
move?"
"Madame they must soon get that this is a co-ordinated attack on them." Dominique paused for
thought. "If I was them I'd be searching hard for a mole in their group
and looking for surveillance and bugs."
"Those were my thoughts as well Dominique."
Madame looked pensive. "We have to assume from now on our enemies will be
on their guard, so any mistakes now could be fatal."
"Agreed."
Dominique nodded.
“I wonder,” Susan said quietly, “if we could not guide
them in their search for a mole. There
is one person in their organization who has been
extraordinarily unlucky, after all.”
“You are considering using Legault
to divert attention,” Madame said as she looked at Susan.
“It has potential, if we are careful,” Dominique said
carefully. “Some carefully planted hints
to the right people.”
“Any suggestions who?”
“Yes,” Annie said, “his partner.”
“Angel Xantu? Why?”
“I suspect she is higher placed than we had been led
to believe,” Charlotte said, “so if she was to get the idea Legault
had betrayed them…”
“Hmm – proceed,” Madame said as she stood up. “In the meantime, make arrangements for more
visits – Penelope arrives tomorrow.”
"Madame,” Susan said quietly, “May I ask a
question?”
As Dominique and Charlotte left with Annie, Madame X
looked at her associate. “Of course –
speak freely.”
“I need to know who should I report to from now on,
you or Penny?"
"Why do you ask Susan," Madame said as she looked
at her.
"Well,” Susan said quietly, “isn't Penelope my
superior? If she is here, she will
naturally assume command of the field office, and…"
“Why?”
Susan looked at Madame X.
"No Susan." Madame laughed her cultured
little laugh, "As head of operations in New York you are Penelope's equal,
as is Madeline."
"Oh." Susan felt a little stunned by that
information. “I naturally assumed…”
"Just because she is my number two does not mean
you are not at the same level of seniority,” Madame said quietly. “You will report directly to me just as she
does. I have every confidence in your
abilities Susan. Now, is there anything
else?"
“No Madame – and thank you.”
Madame X smiled as she watched Susan walk out, and
then returned to the papers she was reading.
2 pm
Anna Liffey’s, Whitney Avenue
New Haven
“I think I was right, we maybe need to ship your bike
up here Judy, it will help you get round.” Rachel McNally slipped into her
chair and removed her shoes to try and help them stop aching.
“It certainly is a big campus.” Juliette agreed. “Do
we need get to you and baby a modified bike as well Cari?”
Carina held Judith in her arms and put the sling on
the floor. “Well it will be more
practical then my Maserati for getting round on.”
“And what can I get you ladies to drink?” a waitress said
as she came up to the table.
“Something long and cool.”
Juliette smiled at her. “My friends and I seem to have been walking forever.”
“I see.” The waitress said as she looked at them, “Can
I suggest lemonades all round?”
“That sounds heavenly.” Juliette smiled.
“So what type of food do they serve here Heather?”
Judy asked.
“They boast about their steaks, but that’s to attract
the jocks in.” Heather glanced round. “The secret is their Irish Stew, it’s cheap, filling, and really the best I’ve ever
had.”
“Hi, I’m Andrew and I’ll be your server, your drinks
are on the way, do I need give you more time with the menus?”
“Well we’ve just had a ringing endorsement of your
Irish stew young man.” Juliette smiled at him, “Can we order six bowls please?”
“With added thick slices of your home baked bread.”
Heather added.
“Okay 6 Irish, extra bread.” The waiter tapped the
orders into his small machine.
“This is nice Heather, thanks for bringing us, I get
the feeling Judy and I will be back regularly.” Carina followed Judy’s eyes as
she looked carefully at a couple of guys, obviously football players at an
adjacent table.
“Oh yeah we’ll DEFINITELY be coming back.” Judy
giggled.
“Young lady we aren’t paying for you to come here just
for fun.” Rachel looked to see what her daughter was staring at, while Joanne
smiled.
“Mom I’m going to behave.” Judy laughed, “And besides
between studies, baby, and playing the organ in chapel, what spare time am I
going to have?”
“Oh you’ll find a way to make some.” Heather smiled
knowingly.
“Are there many people you already know here?”
Juliette asked.
“A few,” her daughter answered, “There are several Old
Angels in other classes, plus the odd Nun who’s up here and it’s not verboten
to know now.”
“Plus girls and guys we know from the city anyway.”
Judy finished.
“You’re not in the position I was when I arrived.”
Heather cast her mind back. “I was a hick from the back of beyond, I knew no
one. It was days till Pussy took pity on me and someone actually spoke to me.”
“That must have been hard.” Carina looked at her
friend as the drinks arrived.
“The first few nights I cried myself to sleep I was so
lonely.” Heather remembered sadly. “Meeting Pussy though soon made me friends,
she seemed to know everyone.”
“That looks like our stew.” Juliette spotted the
waiter heading their way.
“Wow you were right this looks great.” Judy spoke as
he set the bowl down in front of her.
“It smells like my Grandmother Prendergast’s,”
Rachel sniffed.
“Now why don’t I really see you eating Irish Stew
Mom?” Judy smiled slyly at her parent.
“Yes, not quite your usual fare Rachel.” Juliette
laughed.
“Changing the subject.”
Rachel changed the topic. “Remember to tell your advisers you’ll be coming out
in the New Year.”
“Yuck!” Carina grimaced, “I know already that I’m
going to be the worst debutante of all time.”
“Nonsense you’ll both be fine.” Rachel smiled, “And
yes this stew is divine Heather.”
“Well, at least you’re going to eat well,” Jo said as
she looked at Cari.
“Here – I’ll take Judith while you have your food.”
“Thanks,” Carina said.
“I’m starving. So do you have to
be in next Friday, Jo?”
“Yeah, she does,” Judy said with a smile. “The head girls have to speak to the freshmen
on the first day, as well as host a lunch for them.”
“Don’t remind me,” Jo groaned. “The thought of Abby still
been off while I have to wear the jacket…”
“Well, it’s only for a couple of days,” Carina, said
as she ate some of the lamb. “And I’ll
be back that weekend for the long holiday.”
“I don’t know – a week of classes and then the day
off,” Heather said as she shook her head.
“And then solid until Christmas – and if it helps, I
have 8 am classes three days a week.”
“That helps a bit,” Joanne said with a smile. “The thought of you having a lecture while I
drive to school…”
“Oh by the way,” Judy said as she wiped her chin, “did
Tennant tell you about the dance?”
“Dance? What dance?”
“The floral dance you have to do for the freshmen…”
Carina burst out laughing as she shook her head. “She’s kidding you, Jo – you don’t have to a
floral dance for the freshmen.”
“Thank the goddess for that.”
“It’s during the Christmas party.”
Carina narrowly avoided the chunk of bread Jo threw at
her, as the others chuckled.
4 pm
Terminal B, Newark Airport
“Well,” Abigail said as she looked at the arrivals
board, “flight AF3634 landed on time, so it’s just a case of how long she takes
to clear customs.”
She was wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans, her
blonde hair pulled back and her glasses on, while Diana wore a grey leather
jacket over a white jumper and trousers.
“I am sure she will not be much longer,” Diana said as
she sat down, “we must just be patient and…”
“Diana!!
Abigail!!”
It took them both a few moments to recognize Natasha,
the transformation was amazing to see as she walked towards them in her
designer jeans with five inch heels on her boots, her very Parisian black
leather jacket, and with her chic newly cut hair glowing and her full makeup,
she was totally different to the Natasha who'd accompanied her mother on her
last visit to New York.
“Natasha mon ange vous regardez
absolument incroyable."
Diana spoke as she kissed her sister-in-law.
"Tante Natasha je suis tellement
jalouse." Abby breathed as she too kissed the
new arrival.
"Je le dois tous à vous et
les autres pour le tournage
de Mama."
“No, she just needed to have reality explained to
her,” Diana said as she took her sister-in-law’s case. “Come, the car is waiting.”
“Are you sure it is all right for me to stay with you
until my apartment is ready?”
“Of course it is,” Diana said as they approached her
car, “so long as you don’t mind the others being around half the time – well,
not Carina and Judith, they went to Yale today, but they will be back the
weekend after this one.”
“You make us sound like rowdy teenagers,” Abby said as
she loaded the case into the car. Diana
merely raised an eyebrow as they set off, negotiating the internal roads and
heading north along Brewster Road before going east along the I-98.
“We’re coming in from the other side of the island,”
Abby said as Natasha looked out from the car window.
“Less scenic, but closer,” Diana said as she turned
onto the New Jersey turnpike.
“You are not joking,” Natasha said as they passed
through the industrial area, and then crossed over the Passaic River. “But this is nicer,” she said as they drove
through parkland.
“New York, the city of contrast,” Abby said as they
drove along and then over the causeway that divided the river, then past Laurel
Hill Park on the left.
Turning onto the 495, they headed under the city, as
Natasha said “how long?”
“Long enough,” Diana said, “until we do the Lincoln
Tunnel. Could be
worse, though – you could be in Boston.”
Eventually, they emerged onto W 40th Street, and
Natasha smiled as she saw the buildings arise on each side.
“Oh my,” she said as they turned up 8th
Avenue, gazing at the buildings either side.
Going round Columbus Circus, and onto Central Park
West.
Halfway along the road, they pulled in front of the de
Ros Mansion, Natasha spreading her arms as she got
out.
“Welcome, Miss Natasha,” Edith said as they went
in. “I have your room ready, and dinner
will be at seven.”
“Thank you,” Natasha said as Diana closed the
door. “If you do not mind, Diana, I will
refresh myself and join you in a few minutes.”
“Let me help you,” Abigail said as the telephone
rang. Edith answered, and then said
“Miss Carina for you, Miss Abigail.”
“So did your Mother go and see Papa in Paris as she
said she would?” Diana asked as she and Natasha shared aperitifs before dinner.
“She did, and I think she actually enjoyed herself.”
Natasha sipped her drink. “I don’t think she actually realized before that your
father is such an expert on wine.”
“Well, he likes to think he is.”
“Well according to Mama he’s both an expert and a
connoisseur.”
Diana raised an eyebrow. “Coming from your mother
that is the highest of praise. Did you tell her about you and my brother
yet?”
“No, but Willy did, he went and asked for my hand in
marriage, all very formal.”
“My brother Guillaume did THAT?” Diana looked astounded.
“He did.” Natasha smiled. “Mother frankly surprised
him though in being both open and welcoming. She only imposed one condition and
that was that we keep it a secret for a few more months till she can throw us a
real engagement party at the chateau… So I can’t wear it, but I do have my
ring.” Natasha reached into her handbag and pulled out a simple but very
tasteful ring with two large diamonds in a platinum setting.
“Guillaume always did have good taste.” Diana smiled
happily.
“Is that your engagement ring Aunt Natasha?” Abigail
asked as she entered. “Sorry I’m late - Cari rang and
wanted to tell me all about her day.”
“Yes it is darling.” Natasha let her niece look at the
jewelery.
“Wow that’s a pretty cool ring.”
“So how are Carina and Judy doing?” Diana asked.
“Pretty good… they have meetings and orientation
tonight, but they’ve unpacked and little Judith seems to be content in her new
home as well.”
“Dinner is ready Madame.” Edith said as she came into
the drawing room.
“Thank you Edith.” Diana answered as she rose from her
chair.
“Don’t forget your drink.” Natasha reminded her.
“Oh of course.”
Diana picked up her glass.
“So tell me all about your trip to Los Beccaes?” Natasha asked Abigail as they walked.
“It’s a long story.” Abigail giggled.
“Good then we’ll have plenty to talk about over dinner
then.” Natasha led the way into the dining room.
After their meal all three women returned to the
drawing room, Natasha and Diana sipping brandy, while Abigail nursed her glass
of wine that her mother permitted her after a meal.
“So when do you report to the legation darling?” Diana
asked Natasha.
“Next week, I’m allowed a few days to get settled and
get my feet on the ground.”
“Oh,” Diana said quietly, “I’d suspected they’d want
you earlier with the continuing crisis in the Ukraine.”
“That’s a higher level thing then I’m at.” Natasha
smiled. “I’m basically a glorified secretary who gets to talk with a lot of
other glorified secretaries, we simply prepare all the documents, etc. that our
betters will talk about when they meet.”
“That still sounds interesting work.” Abigail spoke. “Seeing all those documents, editing and translating them.”
“I suppose it will be.” Natasha thought seriously for
a few moments. “I know I had to be thoroughly vetted by our security people
before I was appointed.”
“Well you must have passed since you got the job.”
Diana sipped her brandy.
“I suppose so.” Natasha smiled, “But I’d rather think
about what you girls are up to, modeling is so glamorous in comparison to my
job.”
“You’d not have thought that if you’d seen me and Jeannie
sweating under those lights in LA.”
“It was not a pretty sight.” Diana said with a smile. “There were some times when I thought Jeannie
would wilt, and then that car journey after the show…”
“Oh?”
“We literally had an hour to get from the studio to
the airport for our flight home,” Abby said as she sat back, “so naturally the
approach to the airport was blocked. The
driver the studio supplied knew some back roads, but – well, let us just say she
would have coped with Paris extremely well.”
“She sounds interesting.”
“She was,” Diana said with a laugh. “At any rate, we were glad to be back.”
“So do you have any plans for the weekend?”
“Some little pieces of business, but nothing major,”
Diana said with a smile. “Plenty of time to spend showing you the real sights of the city.”
Saturday 23rd
August
The New Calabria Bar, W 62nd Street
10 am
“I look ridiculous like this,” Tommy the Fish said as
he ran his finger under his collar, while standing at the bar. He was wearing a new Italian suit and blue
silk shirt, with a matching silk tie, and his shoes were so highly polished
they shone in the bar light.
“Well, I think you look the most handsome man in the
room, Mister Morgan,” Annie said as she handed him a glass of champagne.
“Why, thank you, Mrs
Morgan,” Tommy said as he leaned over and kissed his new wife, the bar cheering
as he did so.
“All right youse guys,”
Tommy said as he looked round, “drinks on da house!”
“Does that include us, Tommy?”
“Well if it isn’t my favourite
agents,” Tommy said as he saw Janice Carter and Adam Ball come in. “Come to wish us a happy future?”
“We brought a present for you, Tommy,” Adam said as he
handed Annie a small box. “And we came
to wish you, indeed, the best for the future.”
“Well, youse are always
welcome here,” Tommy said with a grin.
“So, keeping busy,” Janice said as she accepted a
glass of champagne.
“Hey – dis place keeps me
real busy,” Tommy said with a smile.
“Why? Worried about the company I
keeps?”
“We always worry about you Tommy,” Janice said as she
toasted the happy couple. “But if you
need our help, you know where to find us?”
“He don’t need your help,
agents,” Annie said as she put her arms round Tommy’s neck, “he’s got me
watching over him now.”
“Well, keep a close eye on him, Annie,” Adam said as
he put his glass down. “We don’t want
either of you coming to any harm.”
“Oh I intend to, agent.”
“Well, enjoy the rest of your day,” Janice said as she
put her glass down, “we’ll be in touch.”
As they walked out Tommy turned to Annie and said,
“She seems happier somehow.”
“Yeah, well, I’m just glad she didn’t see this,” Annie
said as she handed Tommy a card. “It
just came by hand.”
Tommy opened it and saw the vouchers, whistling as he
read the accompanying message.
“To Uncle Tommy and Aunty Annie on your
special day.
Your loving nieces.”
“Them?”
“Gotta be,” Tommy said with
a smile, “gotta be…”
The Waldorf Hotel
10 am
Dominique walked into Madame’s office as she was
reading her morning report,
and sipping her coffee.
“Good morning, Dominique,” she said as she looked
round, “Is Annie with Ama?”
“Yes – they are doing the assessments now,” Dominique
said as Susan came in after her.
“Charlotte sends her apologies, Madame, but it has
been a hectic morning.”
“Oh,” Madame X said as she sat down, and crossed her
legs, “do explain.”
“Firstly, you should know that police have found
Dominic Rice’s house empty. The contents
have been removed, and both his housekeeper and maid have disappeared.”
“Good.”
Dominique and Susan both looked at Madame. “I asked Madeline to offer them both jobs on
the west coast, with immediate effect.
They flew out last night, on one way tickets paid for by their new
employers. The emptying of the house,
however, was not our doing. Any
indications as to who may have ordered it?”
“Phone conversations between Chan and Twining indicate
they believe it is the work of this character they call The Walrus. From the surveillance cameras, we have good
news for Heather.”
“They did not find our cameras?”
Susan smiled as she nodded in agreement. “Having said which, they did find bugs –
plenty of other bugs. It would appear
our belief other agencies were keeping tabs on them were correct. So much so they have taken to using
scrambled secure lines.”
“Which naturally we can listen in on.”
“Of course. The monitoring devices Heather insisted on
have been more than capable. If she was
not in her current position, I would seriously consider taking her on as a
consultant.
“But to the point - between the two of them, they
suspect a mole in the organization, and I have to say their suspicion is
already falling towards our French friend.”
“How unfortunate for Legault,”
Dominique said as she looked at her watch.
“I have some information that the cleaner may just leave at the Chinese
delegation offices.”
“A cleaner? I know you take care of our messes, Dom, but
cleaning toilets?”
“Welcome, Penelope,” Madame said as she stood up and
embraced the brunette. “How was the
flight?”
“Tiring – Lillian sends her regards, and thanks you
for the temporary promotion. And as for you, Susan – congratulations.”
“Thanks,” Susan said as they embraced. “So where are the other girls?”
“Checking in – I wanted to come up and check in with
you before I got my room. From what I
can gather, things have expanded their scope somewhat.”
“Indeed,” Dominique said, “but I’m glad you’re here
now. I just have time to present
these.” She opened a box and handed
laptops to each of them.
“Heather had these delivered yesterday – they come
with a dual level operating system, both the public face, and a direct link to
their secure communications net with these as the keys.”
“Retinal scanners?” Susan held up the small device Dominique had
handed her.
“Indeed – she will call later to calibrate the one for
each of you, and will arrange with Annie later.
Mine is already programmed. Forgive
me, Madame, but my shift starts in two hours, and I have to prepare.”
“Go with my blessing,” Madame said as Dominique left,
passing Charlotte in the door.
“The latest transcripts Madame – Penny, when did you
get in?”
“Literally just now,” Penny said as she removed her
red leather jacket and sat down. “Got any decent coffee?”
“Allow me,” Susan said as Madame perused the
transcripts.
“Hmmm – I see Legault is
welcoming a new liaison officer on Tuesday.
A name that may be familiar to some of you.” She passed the relevant sheet to Susan and
Penny.
“My my – a relation?”
“Possibly – but she will not know of Diana’s
activities. I will trust to her judgment
on this. On a related matter, Penelope,
did you send the message I requested?”
“I did,” Penny said as she accepted the cup from
Susan. “She has replied to say she will
offer any assistance wished for in, and I quote ‘ridding the world of this one
menace’.”
“Lady C?”
“Indeed – we may be opposites in many ways, but in
this we are allies. Now, Penelope, tell
me of home…”
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