Training Day – Part 1
Friday 9th September
7 am
FBI Headquarters, 935 Pennsylvania Av.
Washington DC
The two
security guards looked out as the grey panel van drew up outside the entrance
to the main building.
“What do you
think they want,” one of them said as the side panel was opened, and a large
grey sack pushed out onto the pavement before the van drove off at speed. The second guard looked out, and then walked
to the door, drawing his weapon as he said “call the Washington PD, just in
case.”
“Roger that,”
the first guard said as his partner walked slowly out, looking up and down the
nearly deserted street as he walked slowly to the sack. Looking down, he saw the blood soaked stains
in the cloth, as he turned and looked to where his partner was. “Get some backup here,” he called out, “I
think there’s a dead body in here.”
7 am
The Farm
“Get up.”
Lily slowly
opened her eyes, to see two women standing in the barn, again wearing combat
trousers, army jumpers, boots, gloves, and this time balaclava masks.
“I said GET
UP,” the taller of the two women shouted, the group waking as Tracy said “who
the…”
“I am Miss
Leopard,” the other woman said, “this is Miss Cheetah. You have five minutes to put on the outfits
by your beds, and meet in the yard. Do
not disappoint me by being late.”
“Here we go,”
Lily said quietly as she started to pull on the boiler suit…
Ten minutes
later, the eight women were in the yard, watching the two masked women as they
stood in front of a row of hunting rifles.
“The first
lesson I have to teach you is do as we say,” Miss Leopard said quietly, “the
second is to listen to the first. Take
your rifles – we’re going to go for a pre-breakfast run, and there will be
tests along the way.”
“A run? How far?”
“Does it
matter,” Miss Cheetah said, “do it!”
The group
nodded as they picked up the rifles, and looked at the masked instructors.
“Follow my
lead, and at times, you will be given scenarios and targets – reaction speed
and accuracy will all be assessed. Move
out.”
As she set off
at a trot, the others followed, Miss Cheetah smiling as she brought up the
rear. A trot that soon turned into a run
through the woods…
8 am
FBI Headquarters, Washington DC
He walked into
the medical officer’s sanctum, dressed in a golf shirt, slacks and shoes, as he
said “what happened?”
“This
unfortunate young lady was left on the doorstep,” the grey haired medical
examiner said, “with a note addressed to you.”
He nodded as
the examiner removed the cover, and whispered “shit – how the hell did they…”
“You recognise
her?”
Slowly nodding,
he said “she’s one of us. The note?”
“Over here –
forensics are checking for fingerprints, but there don’t appear to be any.”
He nodded as he
looked through the clear plastic bag.
Sir,
I applaud your ingenuity and planning,
but as you can see, I was made aware of the agent who managed to infiltrate my
organization. She has paid the price.
He looked back
over, and said “initial findings?”
“Her body is a
mass of contusions and cuts – as well as small burns on her feet and
chest. Her fingers are mangled – I’d say
crushed at the knuckles in some way.
Cause of death, however, I’d say was the sliced jugular.”
“How long ago?”
“Difficult to
tell – whatever brought her here was a refrigerated vehicle. I’ll know more when I’ve finished.”
He turned and
continued to read the note.
I regret the necessity of silencing her,
but I cannot and will not take the risk of her continued spying on my
group. Rest assured, any further
attempts to do the same will meet the same response.
Accept my word for this – I have no
desire to hinder you in the necessary work you do, and you have much to
do. Concentrate on those criminals and
threats – and leave us to continue our work, or the results will be even more unfortunate. Leave us to our business, and we will leave
you to yours.
Madame X
“Fuck,” he said
quietly, “how on earth did she get onto her?
And who did this to her?”
The Farm
“SWAT Team
approaching!”
The group
dropped to the ground as one, Miss Leopard watching as Lily and Tracy aimed the
rifles.
“Good – up and
continue,” the instructor said as they ran through to the yard of the Farm, the
group standing and panting as Miss Cheetah brought up the rear.
“Excellent – a
morning run wakes the body and quickens the appetite. Breakfast is in the barn – we start again in
half an hour.”
“Come on,”
Frances said as she looked round, “I need something hot.”
“I ache in
places I did not believe I could ache,” Evey said as
she poured some coffee into a mug and took a long drink.
“It’s worse
than the Tottenham high road,” Tracy sighed as she picked up a Danish pastry
and nibbled on it. “Why on earth did…”
“A war
scenario, I think,” Lily said quietly.
“Lily – are
they…”
“Yes they are,”
Lily said quietly, “when we say you are being trained by experts here, we were
not joking…”
“Your
thoughts,” Susan said as Heather and Diana removed their balaclava matches.”
“Most
reasonably fit and fast responding – one or two need more work,” Diana said as
she took the coffee.
“So the little
surprise we have prepared for them?”
“Let us see…”
Louise was the
first to notice something out of the corner of her eye. There was a sound, but she was not sure
where. Putting her cup down, she slowly
looked round the room.
“What’s up,”
Frances said as she looked at her friend.
“Do you hear
that,” Louise said as she walked to a box covered by a blanket, “it sounds like
a clock.”
Lily followed
her and nodded as she said “I hear it now,” and removed the blanket, Louise
looking in the box as she said “oh hell.”
“What is it,”
Tracy said as she looked in, and then called out “nail scissors – quick!”
“Here,” Frances
said as she dug a pair from her bag and took them over, Tracy looking at the
ticking clock which was wired to the taped together bundle of red sticks.
“Right – red or
green?”
“Cut them
both,” Lily said, but Louise shook her head and said “no – the red for danger.”
“Here goes
nothing,” Tracy said as she cut the red wire, the clock stopping for a moment –
and then starting again.
“Fuck – is
there a bucket of water over there?”
Evey nodded as Tracy picked the package up,
walked quickly over and dropped it in, then running with the girls into the
courtyard as Miss Leopard came out.
“A problem ladies,”
she said calmly as there was a ringing sound, and then steam coming out from
the barn.
“A bomb?”
“Actually, no –
just some firecrackers.”
They group
looked at the tall woman, dressed in black including the balaclava. “But you coped well – tried to defuse it,
then dunked it in water. Good thinking.”
“Ladies – allow
me to introduce Miss Serval. She will be
talking to you today about explosives in various forms.”
"Welcome –
let me start with a question. What
practical experience do any of you have with explosives ladies?" Miss
Serval asked.
“We’ve faced
rigged bombs, but ran rather than dealt with them,” Lily said.
“I’ve had some
experience, but not much,” Evey said.
"Okay. In the real world ladies you will be required
to both use explosives, and to disarm them. Neither is an easy task, they
require knowledge and they require learning several different skills. I can't
teach them to you on a single course, but I can at least give you a grounding
in all this."
"Thank you," Louise muttered.
“So we have the
basics of what you may use – this is gelignite,” the masked woman said as she
opened a waxed paper parcel, and revealed what looked like grey putty. “In itself harmless, but put it near a lock,
and run a current through it, and it will explode. So, before you can proceed ladies you need to
blow this safe and collect what is inside. Is that clear?"
The group
nodded as Tracy looked at the safe, and said “how much?”
“You decide…”
"How is it
going out there Penny?" Carina asked as she poured the Englishwoman a
coffee.
"I think
Helen has their attention."
"Yes,”
Carina said as Judith drew on some paper, “that trick with the firecrackers was
a pretty good one."
"It
is."
As they spoke,
a bang came from outside, and Penny looked out to see a small column of smoke,
and Tracy taking a package from the now doorless
safe.
“A little too
much putty, I think,” she said as she turned and smiled.
"I'll
admit I have no desire to work with explosives, it's why we Pussycats needed to
bring in Helen in the first place to blow vaults and safes."
"It's a
lot easier to hold a gun to someone’s head and terrify them into opening
something?"
"It works
for me," the smaller woman laughed as Shirley and Diana came into the room.
“Are you sure
you are up to doing the firearms assessments Diana?" Shirley looked as the
Frenchwoman momentarily looked in pain.
"Yes
Cherie,” Diana said with a smile, “and I do wish you'd all relax, I will be
fine, but not if you keep worrying like this about me."
"We are
just all concerned."
“I understand –
Helen has promised next week to tell me when she can do what is required.
Nodding,
Shirley took a drink and looked at the others.
“When are you girls shooting back to Manhattan?” Shirley addressed
Caroline, Heather, Sandy, and Janice.
“In a bit,”
Caroline said as she looked at her watch.
“I need to get
back and prepare for the first proper Friday afternoon Coffee Club meeting of
the new school year.” Heather smiled. “A nanny’s work is never done.”
“Any new recruits
yet?”
“Not that I’m
aware of Shirley.”
“We will know
more when we hear who has been invited to go swimming tomorrow,”
Jan said as she
looked down at her device.
“I guess that’s
true,” Shirley caught the look on Jan’s face. “Something bad?”
“Your ears
should be burning Shirley, that little stunt in Washington has raised Madame X
to number one on the FBI shit list.”
“Ah – I
anticipated that would happen. Time to
make a few phone calls…”
“A little
exuberant, but not too bad ladies,” Miss Serval said. “What did you find?”
“A list of
ingredients,” Tracy said as she looked at the sheet, “fertilizer, bleach,
cleaning materials, electrical wire…”
She then looked up and said “shit – is this what I think it is?”
“It is,” Miss
Serval said quietly, “you need to understand how to use everyday things to
create explosive devices – to improvise if you will. Who has some chemistry experience?”
As the group
looked at each other, Miss Serval nodded.
“I am going to show you how to use those things to improvise a small
explosive – keep those gloves on ladies, and when you have finished, we will
test them out…”
12.45 pm
St Angela’s Academy
“Well it’s only
the first Friday of the New Year but things are already settling down Kate,”
Grace said, smiling as she looked out over the students as they ate their
lunches.
Kate Hardistay nodded slowly as she said “They appear to be.”
“Appear to be?”
“I don’t know
how to explain it Grace,” Kate said quietly, “but it’s as though something is
in the air, something is going to happen. I can sense it somehow but I have no
clue what it is.”
“Are you sure
you aren’t imagining trouble Kate?”
“Oh let’s hope
it’s just that, but I just can’t shake this feeling that we have trouble
heading our way.”
“So how has the
first week gone Mel,” Erica said as she sipped her drink.
“Good so far –
but I can’t wait to get home for the weekend.
I’ve got my assignments for Monday done so that I can relax.”
“Sounds good –
so you’re heading off after the last lesson?”
“Yeah – you okay taking my bags back for me?”
“Sure – I’m
going to the Richmond house anyway, so Mom can give me a hand after that.”
“Maybe you can
stay one weekend and come swimming?”
“Much as I’d
like that,” Melinda said with a grin, “I think the only time we’re staying is
when we come to the ski lodges – what is that like?”
“Ah – Jean
Claude…”
Erica closed
her eyes and smiled as Mel looked at her.
“Something to
look forward to?”
“Oh yes…”
1 pm
The Farm
"How many
of you would describe yourself as feeling at home in a rural environment?"
Diana said as she looked through the eyeholes in her mask, "and how many
of you would simply describe yourself as big city girls?"
"Well I'm
a city girl for sure," Louise mumbled.
"It
doesn't in the end really matter, but it will play a part in how easy you find
the firearms testing you are about to undergo."
“In what way,”
Tracy said as she looked over.
“We’re going
hunting – but I want you to create your own hides. Follow me…”
“What does she
mean,” Louise said as they set off.
“Wait and see…”
“All right
ladies,” Miss Leopard said as they reached a clearing, “I want you to pick a spot
to hide, and then I want you to shoot some game. Simple as that.”
The group
looked at each other, before they split off, Tracy putting her rifle over her
shoulder and starting to climb a tree as Frances and Lily went for a nearby
gorse bush, the others finding other places to hide.
“And what are
we hunting for,” Louise said as she lay on the ground.
“Whatever may
come along…”
"What is
the point of this exercise Lily?" Tracy asked, "I need food I go to
the shops, why am I out hunting?"
"Because dear Trace,” Lily said quietly, “not everywhere that we might get
sent is walking distance to Tesco's. Occasionally we may be required to live
off the land."
"I guess I
understand that Lil, but I think you better explain it again to Louise, she
broke a nail a few minutes ago and had a near meltdown."
"That's
our Lou," Lily giggled, "I've got a bet on with her sister on just
how many times Louise threatens to just walk away this weekend and head for the
comforts of a hotel and a hot tub."
"You think
she will do that?"
"No, but I
expect her to complain and bellyache all the way. Louise may have started out
as Lou, but inside she's the ultimate girly girl, she likes her comforts.
Despite that though she's proved more than once when the chips are down she
does her job admirably...Just like you Trace, it's why I chose you both for
this team."
“Hold on –
couple of rabbits over there. Shall we?”
“Why not,” Lily
said as they took aim, Miss Leopard nodding as they killed them cleanly…
3.30 pm
The Richmond Mansion
“It’s good to
be back,” Denice said as she sat at the Kitchen bar, smiling as Heather handed
her a mug of coffee.
“I know,” April
said with a smile, “it means the summer is over, but what the hey. So, what are the arrangements for getting
Melinda home tonight Denice?"
"She's
going to catch the subway, ferry, and train home, Eva is going to meet her at
the station."
"Rather
her then me," April smiled. "I think it’s a pity that Andy and Eva
live all the way out in Tottenville, it would be great seeing her here
regularly."
"Agreed,"
Heather said as she poured some fresh coffee, "they do seem to mesh in
with the group."
"That they
do." Denice nodded.
"So is Eva
making time to come on some of the ski weekends?"
"She is
Caroline, she's told them at the Library which long weekends she wants
off."
“Ah, coffee –
just what I need,” Pippa said as she came in with Elaine and Emma.
“I second that
emotion,” Janice said as she joined the group.
"So I hear
that Katy, Sands, and the others are now the Queens of Bishop Walden
Sandy?" Emma said as she sat down.
"I think
they like to think they are Emma."
"They'll
soon come crashing down to earth next year when they start their new
schools."
"I know I
did when I went from Bishop Walden to St Angela's," Elaine shook her head.
Janice smiled
as she said "it will do my daughter some good becoming a humble freshman
next year."
"Katy?
Humble?" Sandy laughed, "She's already a superstar, changing schools
won't change that."
"I can
dream can't I?" Jan laughed as the sound of laughter announced the arrival
of the girls.
“Hi Heather –
Katy and I are going upstairs,” Sands said as she looked in.
“Where are the
others?”
“In the front
room…”
"Alright
swimming in the morning, then lunch, then we hit the market?"
"Sounds
like a plan to me Ama," Nikki said as she looked
up from checking her mobile.
"So who
has dates tonight and tomorrow?" Becca asked.
"Well not
me," Doc nibbled on a cookie, "I don't even get to talk with Chet
till Sunday night because he's on this damn school camping trip."
"Snap,"
Jeannie sighed, "House and the team have a game and he says he can't
concentrate on preparation if he talks to me."
"Speaking
as an engaged woman..."
"Don't rub
it in Peps" a couple of the other girls groaned.
"I intend
to devote my time this weekend to my school work."
"And pigs
might fly," Doc laughed, "Odds on you'll spend most of it looking at
Jack's picture and dreaming he was here with you."
Pepsi shook her
head as the others laughed…
"So are
you and Tonia finished at last with Gale's new place Sandy?"
"We are
Emma,” Sandy said as she sat down, “those last minute changes she ordered we've
been working round her and Tom, but it looks like everything is going to be
just as she wants it."
"And all
in time for the house warming party," Pippa smiled broadly.
"Am I
going to be able to survive all the parties between now and Christmas,"
Denice looked skywards.
“Planning?”
"What news
from The Hampton's April?" Barbara asked.
"It's looking all but finished Barb, Nessa and Paulie
have both paid me, and mainly now it’s a case of giving it time for everything
to grow and for the gardens to look at their best."
"Out of
interest,” Pippa said, “how long is that going to take April?"
"You won't really see it at its best for probably 5 or 6 years, but I've
given both gardens enough quick growing things that there will at least be
something to look at while the whole thing matures."
“Nothing like
long term planning…”
6 pm
The Farm
"So what
were your impressions Diana?" Penny asked as she came into the kitchen of
the farmhouse.
"Oh they
can certainly all shoot accurately,” Diana said as she sat down, “but I'm
awfully tempted to recommend sending them to Botswana to learn some bush craft
from the Sisters."
"Believe
it or not, I've talked about that with Madame and Charlotte." Penny poured
the Frenchwoman a glass of wine, "but Madame is worried that just maybe
that is a step too far."
"I think
it's something you need think about," Diana took a sip.
"So other
recommendations?"
"As of
this moment then nothing, but I'll tell you more after I see them using a variety
of weapons on the range tomorrow."
“After a Cari
special?”
Diana smiled as
she nodded. “Where’s Shirley?”
“Business
calls…”
"How are
things out on the West Coast this evening Madeline?" Shirley smiled at the
face of her old friend on the screen.
"Not great
Madame."
"Oh?"
Shirley sat at attention.
"Oh it's
nothing that concerns you Shirley, it’s a series of irritating little things
relating to the legitimate businesses."
"Ah well
on those I can just sympathise and offer any help that can be given from my
end, there is nothing I can do in the way of direct action."
"Not
unless you have influence with someone upstairs regarding these huge storms in
the western Pacific."
"No my
pull doesn't extend quite that far," Shirley giggled.
"A couple
of ships we have goods being moved on are stuck in port and we are talking
substantial penalties if deliveries aren't made on time."
"Not
good," Madame shook her head, "but it's a matter beyond our control,
if needs be we will just have to pay."
"I
know," Maddie shook her head, "I sometimes think that crime is so
much simpler then all this."
"It often
is."
"I
know."
"Anyway
the reason that I rang like this, any progress with regards to the Chinese with
regards to them telling us what they know about what the Russians are up
to?"
"As of
this moment no, but I'm hoping that in the next 48 hours that contact of Jill's
in Chinese intelligence will have something to tell us."
“Keep me
informed,” Shirley said, “I need to take another call. We’ll talk tomorrow Madeline.”
“Of course,
Madame,” Maddie said as that call ended, and Shirley accepted the second call
as Eleanor appeared on the screen from Annapolis.
"Well
Eleanor,” Shirley said, “what news do you have for me?"
"As Madame X? Or as the clandestine figure trying to assist US
Intelligence?"
"Both I
guess," Shirley laughed.
"That
stunt this morning has made you VERY popular...NOT!"
"So Jan
told me."
"Ed though
says that the powers that be who are investigating all the crap are more than
happy to have the use of some of the network behind The Sisters."
“The power of
the politic,” Shirley said with a smile.
8 pm
The Eckholm
home
"So how
was week one at St Angela's Mel?" Eva asked as she watched her daughter
eat her supper.
"Hard, exciting, fun," Melinda smiled. "Erica warned me that it
might be a shock and it certainly was."
"Are you
and Erica getting along okay?"
"Yes,
despite the fact that she doesn't know one end of a football from
another," Mel took another bite, "and Aunt Denice has been fantastic.
The one thing I miss above all though is Mom's cooking."
"Thank you
darling," Eva smiled, "it's nice to know I've not been replaced totally."
"Don't you
miss us?" Tommy asked.
"Do I have
to answer that?" Mel giggled. "You and Asty
can be pains in my rear, but of course I miss you both."
"Can I
have that in writing please for the next time you shout at me?" Astrid
asked with a smile.
"No,"
Mel laughed.
"So when
is your first game Mel?" Andy smiled as his daughters bickered.
"Girls
Grammar on Wednesday. Everyone says they aren't very good so it should be an
easy warmup."
“We’ll see,”
her father said, “assignments?”
“All done –
this is a down time weekend for me…”
The Huntingdown
apartment
"You look
as though you've had far too much fun darling," Juliette looked at the
screen."
"Who
me?" Carina laughed as the screen showed the kitchen of the farm,
"all I've been doing is tweaking the musical playlist for tonight."
"May the
Goddess help them," Juliette shook her head.
"Others
have endured listening to my taste in music, I'm sure they will."
"Well just
be prepared to hear your ears burn as they curse you out darling."
"Oh I've
got a new joke for you Mom."
"Oh?"
"Yes, you know black when you wear it makes you look slimmer and
smaller?"
"I
do."
"Is that
why condoms are rarely made in black?"
"OUCH!"
Juliette laughed loudly, "Carina Diana von Furstenheim
you should be shot for that one."
"Hey it
made you laugh Mom." Cari giggled.
The Farm
As the barn
doors opened, Lily looked up to see Susan pulling a dress rack in, a number of
bags on it as Shirley came over.
“Tough day,”
Susan said with a smile as she stopped.
“Had worse,”
Tracy said with a smile. “What’s in the
bags?”
“A change of
clothing – but first, Madame?”
"Okay
ladies we must now deal with an issue that can either make or break the kind of
missions that this team will be tasked to undertake," Shirley spoke
softly.
“And that is?”
"You need
to be able to blend seamlessly into any kind of social environment without
arousing suspicion."
"Isn't
that just part of the whole thing of hiding in plain sight Madame?" Frances
asked.
"It is,
but you need to ensure your social craft meets absolute perfection. Merely
being able to pass is not going to be good enough, you must learn to blend in
so that in any situation you are all but invisible."
"Meaning
what Madame?" Evey asked with interest.
"Well let's start to answer that by asking a couple of questions shall we?
How many of these girls Tracy could you take into a back street pub in
Tottenham and they wouldn't stand out like a sore thumb?"
"Very few
Madame."
"And
Louise - how many could you take into a Hollywood type milieu and they wouldn't
excite interest?"
"As Tracy
says Madame, not many."
"Good,"
Shirley smiled, "at least I think you now understand what I'm getting at,
Go change and get ready for a late dinner and we will discuss all this with a
few guests I've brought in to talk with you."
8.30 pm
As Lily led the
girls in in their evening dresses and heels, Tracy smiled as she recognised the
small blonde.
“Kylie – I
should have realised you would be one of the guests.”
“It is good to
see you as well, Tracy darling,” Kylie said as she stood up in her silver
dress. “Marina and Beverly send their
regards. You all know Charlotte, of
course, but for those who do not know her, this is Francesca, Marchesa di Cambrello.”
“Or as I call
her, Mamma,” Charlotte said with a smile.
“Come – the dinner table is set, and we can talk openly.”
“Welcome,”
Shirley said as she and Susan stood up, “please, take your seats, and help
yourselves to food. I have invited my
guests here to discuss with you how you can adapt to blend in.”
“Forgive me
Madame,” Evey said, “but how would Kylie and
Charlotte know these skills.”
“Because,”
Tracy said as she sat down, “Kylie and I used to run in the same gang, and she
has transformed herself. Pass the salad
bowl…”
As the girls
helped themselves, Susan said “what do you think it takes to blend in?”
“The clothing,
the style,” Frances said as she cut into the meat.
"It’s more
than that. The Marchesa
keeps a secret ladies that I'm about to reveal and which will never cross your
lips," Shirley sipped her wine.
"Out of
interest may I ask what that is?" Tracy asked.
"Not at
all," Francesca smiled, "until my recent retirement I was considered
one of the world’s premiere undercover agents."
"My Mama was both an Admiral in the Italian navy, and an agent engaged in
vital work on behalf of her country." Charlotte looked at her mother
proudly.
"But I've
read about you in the magazines Admiral," Louise had a puzzled look on her
face, "they all said you were this famous socialite."
"La Bionda Idiota," Francesca smiled again, "that was
just one of the many covers that I adopted Tracy. In my line of work I had to
be prepared to go anywhere, any time, and just be able to seamlessly meld into
the background."
"Which is
just what tonight’s dinner topic of conversation is to be all about."
Shirley spoke again.
"So can I
ask Madame why Kylie is here?"
"I'm here Evey darling,” Kylie drawled, “to reinforce the message.
When I was first assessed for my suitability for joining Madame's organisation I
was this little street thug from a North London council estate."
"That's
like our housing projects isn't it?" the redheaded Cailie
asked.
"It is."
"So this Kylie isn't the real you?" Frances asked.
"Gawd
No!?" Kylie slipped back into her old accent and laughed. "This me is
a creation of both my own will, and a change in environment. This Kylie is the ultra respectable front that I can hide behind."
"So are
there other Kylie's?"
"A couple
Louise," Kylie said as she changed her posture and voice, "I think I
can pass pretty well as a Valley Girl from your part of the world."
"That
actually isn't bad," Louise smiled, “how did you learn that?”
“Study –
believe it or not, YouTube is perfect for this,” Kylie said as she slipped to
her normal accent, “but it takes time to learn.
The good news is, the more you practice, the easier it does get.”
“Kylie is
essentially correct – you need to quickly assess your surroundings and do what
needs to be done to blend in,” Francesca said as she sipped her wine.
"Out of
interest, what was the most challenging type of role you ever had to perform Marchesa?"
"I'm
interested in that answer myself Tracy," Charlotte said as she turned and
looked at her mother.
"Going
undercover in Saudi Arabia," Francesca took a bite of the Dauphinoise
potatoes, "to pass completely I had to forget and overcome a lifetime of
habits."
"In what
way?" Lily asked.
"Oh simple
things really, but that if I'd done them I would have immediately given myself
away."
"Like
what?"
"Things
like looking men straight in the eye. Muslim women, especially in Saudi Arabia
are trained from birth to only do such things with members of their own
family."
"How did
you pull it off?"
"It was
something early in my career I realised I might have to do and I spent a long
time learning both the cultural, and other behavior
habits that I knew might come in useful."
"So you recommend we do the same?"
"I would
Lily, they are skills you might not ever need to use, but it’s better to have
them in the type of work you do then not."
“Take another
example,” Shirley said, “suppose you had to go into an Amish area. What would you do?”
“Dress modestly
– black and white – show respect to the elder men, and serve?”
“Precisely,
Louise – and also know the tradition of family.”
“My point is,”
Shirley said, “hiding in plain sight is vital and a skill you need to master quickly,
whatever the circumstances.”
The girls
looked at each other, before Susan said “I think we should call it a night
there. Sleep well.”
As they stood
and walked out, Cari looked out from the kitchen. “Oh they have no idea…”
Saturday 10th September
2 am
The Farm
It's bugging me
Grating me
And twisting me around
Yeah I'm endlessly
Caving in
And turning inside out
"I'd heard
rumours about this shit," Lily glared at where she thought the music was
coming from, "but I didn't believe them."
"Why the
fuck are they doing this?" Frances shouted to be heard above Def Leppard.
"To make
sure that tomorrow is even tougher and more stressful then today has
been."
Yeah it's holding me
Morphing me
And forcing me to strive
To be endlessly
Caving in
And dreaming I'm alive
"Tougher?"
Louise spoke incredulously.
"Yes,"
Tracy yelled and then realised that the music had stopped and that all the
others could more than just hear her.
"Why am i putting myself through this?" Louise rolled over and
tried to go back to sleep, "I had a perfectly lovely job with the
organization in LA, what made me think I wanted to do this?"
"The same
reason we all chose to accept Louise," Evey
smiled, "we were flattered that they thought we were good enough to be part
of an elite team."
"Well at
this very moment I'd far rather be asleep in a nice comfy bed, with some
wonderful stud next to me, and who has made Louise a very happy girl
indeed."
"I think
we'd all prefer that Lou," Lily laughed, "but this is what we are
actually dealing with so at least try and get some sleep...And that goes for
all of you."
“How long
though before there is more music…”
The doors to
the barn opened as Susan and Shirley came in.
“Our apologies for waking you up…”
The laugh from
Tracy made Susan smile as Shirley said “I have a task for you to undertake
immediately.”
"Madame we
have barely slept, it's the middle of the night, and you want us to do
what?"
"Your jobs
Lillian," Madame looked severely at her team, "something has come up
and something I desire needs retrieving. It's urgent, and since urgent things
are this team’s remit, the job is yours to do."
"I
understand most of that Madame, but can't this wait till morning?"
"No it
can't Lillian, and given your attitude do I have need to re-evaluate my
decision to give you this job?"
"No
Madame," Lily turned towards her team, "alright you heard the lady,
up and at 'em girls."
“Where are we
going,” Louise asked as she slowly got up and stretched.
“Read the
file,” Shirley said as she put it on the table, and then stood back.
"That was a little harsh on Lily Madame," Penny observed as they both
watched the trainees assemble what little equipment they had.
"I know,
and sometime I will apologise to her Penelope, but this whole thing is designed
to be simulating a crisis situation, and in a real crisis you've known me a
very long while, how would i expect my orders to be
carried out?"
“Immediately –
very well then…”
3.30 am
United Bank, N Main Street
Manchester, CT
“All right,”
Lily said as she sat behind the wheel of the car, “Evey,
Frances, scout the area, see if a local 9-11 can get us what we need.”
“On it, boss,”
the two girls said as they jumped out, and made their way round the corner.
“So we get into
the safe deposit boxes, blow the one Madame wants the information from, no witnesses?”
“That’s the
idea,” Tracy said, “and all we have to help us are some boxcutters and bottles
of chemicals.”
“If that’s what
we have, it’s what we have,” Lily said quietly, “but there are some bonuses.”
“There are,
darling,” Louise said quietly.
“No Def
Leppard.”
Louise smiled
as she said “there is that” as the door opened, and Evey
looked in.
“We got some
tape and other supplies.”
“Did you pay?”
“The man
manning the desk did,” Frances said, “no blood.
So what now?”
“We get
in. Did you read the file Tracy?”
“Yup – we got a
steel ruler anywhere?”
“Got a piece of
steel,” Lily said as she reached into the glove compartment and took out a
ruler.
“That’ll do –
let’s go.”
The eight women
left the vehicle and crossed the main road towards the bank building, putting
on leather gloves as Tracy looked at the doors.
“Are you sure
this will work?”
“No harm
trying,” Tracy said as she slipped the thin metal between the doors, and slowly
pulled it up, stopping for a moment and then pulling it up as the doors swung
inside.
“Louise,
security system,” Lily whispered as Louise slipped inside, crossing the floor
and standing behind the security desk as she typed on the keyboard.
“Cameras off,”
she called out as the others slipped in, Tracy jumping in and removing the
metal as the doors swung together and closed.
She then turned on the torch she had, as she said “security guards?”
“Find them,”
Lily said to Frances, who nodded as Evey and Kelly
made their way to the rear of the building.
“Hear
anything,” Evey whispered, and then stopped as Kelly
held her hand up, and they both moved to the side. From the shadows, they watched as a female
security guard walked by, humming to herself as she went along.
She never felt
anything beyond the initial cut, as Evey covered her
mouth with a pad and sliced the box cutter across her throat, severing the
nerve and killing her instantly as she let her fall to the floor.
“No witnesses,”
she whispered, Kelly nodding as they walked on…
“So what do you
think,” Lily said as she looked at Kay.
“We need to
blow this lock, and then that of some safety boxes, cover our tracks. I just hope I get this right…”
“Louise –
alarms?”
“Disabled darling,”
Louise said as she walked over, watching as Kay put the putty on the door lock,
and then pushed a wire in, before they went to sit behind a desk.
“Here goes
nothing,” Kay said quietly as she touched the bare wires to either end of the
battery, and there was a loud pop.
Looking over, they saw the door swing open, and waited for any alarms.
“Tracy – go.”
The young black
girl nodded as she walked through the smoke, and mixed some chemicals in
bottles, before she poured them into a disperser and sprayed them on the locks
of a number of the safe deposit boxes.
She smiled as there was a soft fizzling sound as the chemicals dissolved
the locks, and then the doors swung open.
“Get everything
out,” Lily said quietly as Evey and Frances came
back, tipping the contents of the boxes into small velvet bags as Tracy took
some documents from one particular box.
“HEY!”
The bank worker
had come in for an early call, but his day ended as Lily threw a knife into
him, penetrating his heart as he dropped to the floor.
“Clean up – we
got what we came for,” she said as she pulled the knife out, and the group
left…
9 am BST
Rutland Street, Kensington
“Aggie,” Sue
said as she opened the door, seeing her boss in a trouser suit and cream top,
“What brings you to our humble abode?”
“Have you got a
few minutes for a chat Sue?”
“I think I can
find 20 minutes Agnes…” Sue said as she opened the door and let Agnes come in,
“just about.”
“I guessed you
were busy,” the young woman said as they headed into the kitchen.
“We are,” Susan
said as she poured two coffees, “the campaign is truly heating up.”
“I saw what
that bitch from UKIP said about you personally online. How are you coping?”
Sighing, Sue
said “Part of me wants to tie her up, torture her, then beat her senseless…”
“A sentiment I
can totally understand darling.”
“However as
Colin’s wife I’m instead keeping my mouth firmly closed, and consoling myself
with the fact that she is trailing very badly, and that an attack on me is in
fact just a desperate attempt to get some media attention.”
“Well if her
campaign is going badly, how is Colin’s doing?”
“Everyone seems
more than happy Agnes.”
“Oh?”
“Yes,” Sue said
with a smile, “the polls show we may actually increase the Conservative vote
reasonably substantially. We don’t expect to win…”
“Well,” Agnes
said with a smile, “that would take a miracle in a constituency like
Kensal-Queens Park.”
“But we are
having an impact, and certainly the papers have said some very favourable
things about how good a candidate Colin is.”
“And even
better things about you Sue, I read all the newspapers.”
Sue blushed as
she finished her coffee. “They are just
being kind.”
“Rubbish, they
are telling it straight, you’ve shown an innate ability to talk to people in a
way they understand. Face it Sue you have a lot going on that gives you the
ability to talk to people and that they definitely listen to you.”
“I’m trying.”
“Talking of
trying Sue darling, you should see the effort the girls are putting in now they
are living with me.”
“So they are
enjoying Paris?”
“Immensely I
think,” Agnes said with a smile, “and they are definitely trying to absorb some
of the culture and language. Donald is
taking them to the theatre tonight.”
“That will help
for sure. So have you hired their tutors yet?”
“I’m doing
interviews next week.”
“Sounds good.
How are things at the office? Will it be chaos when I return after the
election?”
“No, Amber’s
quite competent, but if I’m being honest I don’t relate to her the way I can to
you.”
“That sounds
almost like a complement Aggie,” Sue laughed.
“It is – when
you took the job, I said we complement each other, and that is the case…”
9 am
Park Avenue
“So while Aunt
Shirley tortures Lily and her friends,” Ama said as she
sat in the chair, her legs tucked under her hiding her black leggings under her
denim skirt, “and Uncle John spends the day photographing my Mom, are you up to
come out with me and the others Maisha?”
“I think so
Sister.” Maisha was wearing jeans and a
sweatshirt, holding her mug of coffee as she looked in the distance.
“You look
distracted. To use one of my Mom’s expressions, ‘penny for them’.”
“A penny for
what?”
“Your
thoughts.”
“Oh,” Maisha
said as she put her mug down, “I’m just thinking about going to the training
camp and hoping that I’m good enough to pass the training.”
“Now I
understand,” Ama said as she refilled their coffee
mugs.
“I want to feel
like a true sister, a real sister…”
“That you can
walk the walk,” Ama smiled as she interrupted.
“Yes, I somehow
think that it’s wrong that I give my name to those brave fighters, but as of
yet I don’t feel one of them.”
“You’ll be
fine,” Ama stirred her drink, “all that tennis keeps
you fit, and I know you’ve done basic weapons training, you’ll pass the test
I’m sure.”
“I know – and
as Aunt Shirley says, a little fear is a good thing…”
9 am
The Farm
“I understand
you had a long night,” Miss Leopard said as she turned to face the group. They had returned to the farm, and tried to
sleep – but the music had started again, so instead they talked of ways to
discover who was responsible, and how to thank them.
Then they had
eaten before the hike to the clearing in the dell, the other masked woman
opening the shed to bring out several bags.
"Now relax
ladies, I'm not anticipating that something will suddenly come up and you'll
have to rush off. We are simply here for an extended range session where I can
assess you proficiency with a range of firearms and other weapons." Diana
smiled under her mask.
"Why am I
learning to be suspicious when they tell us to relax?" Tracey whispered in
Lily's ear.
"Because
you are learning important lessons," Lily whispered back.
“We start with
small arms – shall we?”
2 pm BST
Lancaster Gate
“Thank you for
the wonderful lunch, Betty,” Charlotte said as she and Francesca stood, walking
from the table to her drawing room as the housekeeper followed with the
coffee. “Just what we needed after the
overnight flight.”
"Tell me
darling, what has Helen ever told you about her mother and how she defected to
the west?" Francesca said as she sat down next to her daughter.
"Not a
lot,” Charlotte said as she looked over, “Helen doesn't talk a lot about her
past."
"You know
her mother was one of the last prominent defectors before the collapse of the
Soviet Union?"
"I did,
Madame one day told me what she remembered about it all."
"Did
Shirley tell you that Elena Sharamatova's escape
attempt was betrayed by someone she trusted to the KGB, and that she and
Helen's escape to the west owed more to luck then judgment?"
"No that
she never told me," Charlotte shook her head.
"That
doesn't surprise me,” Francesca said as she shook her head, “it wasn't public
knowledge."
"So how do
you happen to know all this then Mama?"
"I know
because one of my first jobs with La Citadella was a
very low level appointment to the Italian Consulate in Leningrad and I had a
contact who told me all about it."
"Does
Helen know she and her mother were betrayed?"
"Not as
far as I know darling."
"Mama do
you know who the betrayer was?" Charlotte turned and looked her mother
straight in the eye.
"I'm about
95% sure I do."
"Oh crap!” Charlotte put her cup down and said quietly “Are
you intending to tell Helen? Did she know this person?"
"If I'm
right then yes she knew the betrayer Carlotta." Francesca took a deep
breath. "In those days it was standard KGB practice to have informants and
agents planted inside most organisations to spy on and report what people were
saying and doing."
"So the
betrayer was in the Kirov Ballet?"
"Yes."
For a good two
minutes Charlotte thought deeply.
"Mama,”
she continued quietly, “why did you start this conversation?"
"Because
what happened back then might just be very important in the work that we are
doing right now my darling."
“He is still
working as a spy?”
“I suspect he
is – which means we must be careful,” Francesca said as she sipped from her
cup.
"Mamma, a
question that has bothered me a little… Mandela
didn't come to power till 1994, why was NATO so concerned as early as 1990
about the new directions in South Africa, after all it was still the same old,
bad old, National Party that was in power."
"It was
Carlotta,” Francesca said, “but once Mandela was released in February 1990 it
was obvious to all that change was coming, and that it was coming fast. Out of
public sight South Africa was building bridges to the front line nations and
the Eastern bloc. It wouldn't mature till after the 1994 elections, but South
Africa was already making new allies, it was making significant arms buys from
new sources, etc. That was the background to the crap that I was gathering and
passing to my superiors."
"So you
were spying successfully, and then you met Dad?"
"Yes, I
fell in love, I got married, I gave birth to an amazing little girl...and then
I was caught." Tears started to flow from Francesca's eyes.
"Don't cry
Mama, you know I hate it when you do."
“I know, but I
still fear… Carlotta darling,” Francesca
said, “if you want to ask 'the' question then please go ahead and ask it
now,"
"Which
question Mama?"
"The one
that I know has been inside your head probably from the day you were old enough
to read the gossip about me," Francesca took a deep breath, "you want
to know am I actually a nymphomaniac?"
Charlotte
brushed the hair from her mother’s eyes, before she said "Mama you told me
that you'd done all that as part of your cover, as a way of punishing yourself,
as a way of getting back at Dad..."
"But you
still couldn't resist asking yourself at Shirley's party when I brought Sandro
as my escort - had I slept with him?"
"I told
Piet when he asked about that then it was none of my business, and that the you
I see now is coming to terms after all these years with the fact of being Dad's
widow."
"I'm
trying," Francesca smiled, "but I'm guessing that deep in that
Scottish brain of yours you were thinking is she going to take him to the hotel
and have sex?"
"Mama,”
Charlotte said with a smile, “you are a beautiful woman, a widow, who you have
sex with is really none of my business."
"Thank you
for that darling," Francesca smiled again, "but I want to get this
out of the way please."
"Alright."
"I went to
my wedding bed as you know a virgin?"
"Yes…"
"But with James I discovered how wonderful and amazing sex was, and how
much I loved it."
"I think
that's a little more information then I wanted," Charlotte laughed.
"As
James's wife I was sure that this amazing lover would be my one and only. When
I was forced to leave him...and you, I thought at first my sex life was over
for ever."
"I hear a
but coming Mama."
"In that
you are right darling. I discovered that I needed the affirmation that having
men desire me brought, and that yes I did adore having sex."
"So are
you a nymphomaniac?"
"If you'd
asked me before we met in Marseilles darling I'd have probably answered yes.
Now I'm far from sure."
"So the
justifications I said are true?"
"I'm
beginning to think so. I thought I had a compulsive need for sex, but I've
discovered I don't maybe....and one more answer, no I've never slept with
Sandro.”
“Would you if
he asked?”
“No – and I
surprise myself in saying that. I’m
still discovering myself, dealing with all my issues – and that must come
first.”
"Did Dad
know you'd had all those mental breakdowns Mama?"
"I'll be
honest darling, I don't know. I certainly didn't tell Fergus, and since he
seems to have been both mine and James's main source of information on each
other I'm guessing that perhaps your father didn't know."
"Someone
should have told him though," Charlotte spoke quietly, "he had a
right to know."
"Carlotta I
made sure even my Mama and Papa didn't know that I'd been in and out of mental
hospitals, I was never going to burden James with that information. I'm not
sure though that even if he had known that his anger wouldn't have still seen
it as a fit punishment for me."
"Mama I
think you are being harsh."
"I
probably am," Francesca sighed, "but anyway I always somehow
eventually managed to right myself."
“But you were
still not the same person – Carina’s aunt says that. When we first met you remember telling me
that you knew I was pregnant and going to marry Piet?"
"Yes, as I told I was a first class intelligence agent."
"I remember, but it occurs to me that what was going on in my life wasn't
the sort of intelligence La Citadella trafficked in.
You were paying special attention weren't you?"
"Honestly?"
"Please."
"Yes I'd
been breaking the strict rules for several years and having people say what
they knew about you to me. My watchers though missed a lot. I had no idea of
your connections to the Sisters for example."
"Well I'm
glad I had some secrets. You must have
known who Shirley was though."
“Actually, no –
remember, it is only recently she has emerged in the light, as it were. We knew of Madame X, but our contacts with
the Families informed us of her activities to right wrongs, and we always
regarded her as a good more than a bad influence.”
Charlotte
laughed. “And now?”
“Now – I know
better…”
10.30 am
The Farm
“I fucking knew
there was a but coming,” Tracy said as she lay prone on the ground, firing at
the target as Miss Leopard fired the round from the rifle over the group.
“Well, it is
under fire,” Lily said as she fired the last round, and looked over.
“Good – take a
ten minute break,” the masked woman said as they stood up, “you all coped well
under the increased pressure there. Now
we go for our signature weapon.”
“I don’t know if
I can take much more,” Louise said as she stood up, and then saw the sawnoff shotgun in the gloved hands of the masked
instructor.
“Take one each,
and fire it at the straw bales over there,” she said as Louise took one, stood
with her feet apart and the stock to her hip, and fired at the bale, the others
watching in awe.
“What was your
motivation,” Miss Leopard said quietly.
“Whoever
compiled that play list last night, I want her to be there,” Louise said
quietly as Lily took the weapon.
“Good – and good
stance. Who is next?”
1 pm
“I never needed
this so much,” Frances said as they sat in the barn, slowly sipping from mugs
of coffee.
“Tell me about
it – weapons drill was bad enough, but to have that run through the woods
again… When, and if, we get to a hotel, I am having a soak for two hours and a
whole afternoon in the spa,” Louise said as she held her back.
“So this
afternoon Lily,” Tracy said.
“All our
‘friend’ Miss Leopard said was it involved hand to hand work…”
2 pm
The Metropolitan
"Well
Dancer does that tell you what you need to know?" the woman asked as he
passed her back the file.
"That the Marchesa is a very competent, and highly dangerous woman?
Then yes."
"When she
served in Leningrad she was however a very junior level personage. Are you not
just panicking that she is perhaps in possession of knowledge that you'd rather
she didn't have?"
"I saw the
way she looked at me," the dancer sipped his tea, "she knows what i was doing back then."
“Well, avoid
her if possible – your focus must be on those who can be influenced at this
crucial time.”
The Farm
“Come ladies,”
Susan said as she held the door open, “your instructor awaits.”
As Lily led the
group into the courtyard, they saw a number of mats laid out, and in the middle
a woman, dressed in black, only her green eyes showing.
“Greetings,”
she said in a Chinese voice, “I am honoured that you would join me today.”
"Have we
met? You seem familiar?" Louise stared at the woman clad entirely in the
classic black ninja outfit.
"Your
memory is excellent," Marina smiled at the sound of the accented voice
that the voice modifier produced. "We did indeed meet in Tokyo briefly,
and again in London."
"I thought
so," Louise looked intently at the woman's eyes, the only part of her head
that was visible, trying to imagine the face under the disguise.
"In my
profession I am known as The Mongoose ladies..."
"And what
is that profession?" Evey interrupted.
"I am an
assassin Honoured Ladies," Marina bowed formally, "and I am here to
both talk to you about the use of killing in our profession, and to test some
of your skills in unarmed combat."
"Ouch!"
a voice said quietly.
"I
understand that you have been tested already in your proficiency in the use of
firearms, but I am here to work with you on what you can, and what you
shouldn't do, when your weapon to hand is not a gun, or indeed when you have no
weapon to use at all. So, let us begin
with some exercises to ensure you are ready.
Please, follow me…"
Thirty minutes
later, Louise gasped as she said “that was the warm up?”
“Indeed – but I
assure you, it will be more relaxing now,” The Mongoose said as she looked
round. “Pair up – I wish to see how you
would silence an opponent without use of weapons.”
As she stood to
the side, the group split into four pairs, Marina trying not to laugh as they
had their mouths covered and arms over the throat.
“Enough,
honoured ladies,” she eventually said, “I wish you to feel at your neck until
you can feel your pulse.”
As the eight
did that, Marina said “What you feel is the blood flowing through the carotid
artery. Now, move your fingers about a
centimetre to the left.” As they did so,
she said “you are now over one of the main nerves leading to the brain – if it
is your desire to silence and incapacitate a foe with no resistance, and
fatally, then pressure on the right way there will do it, but if you merely
wish to incapacitate – I desire a volunteer.”
Frances raised
her hand as Marina walked over, smiled and pressed on the nerve, Frances’ eyes
opening wide as she crumpled to the floor.
“Do not be
alarmed, I will reverse the pressure soon, but I have time to show you this
trick – if you so desire…”
7 pm
John Hammond’s Studio
"Sorry we
ran late Ama,” John said as he put his equipment
away, “but when you see the spread come out I hope you'll see why we took so
long shooting it."
"It's not
a problem Uncle John, Mom has promised to take me out to eat in a bit as a
reward for being patient."
"Are you
feeling happier now darling?" Caroline asked as she looked in the mirror
at the reflection of her daughter behind her.
"A
bit...But I'm also ashamed of myself for getting angry with those people like
that."
“Tell me again
what happened…”
“We were in the
market, looking at some clothes, when these two girls started saying out loud
that we should not be there, that we were immigrants draining the country’s
resources. Well, I could see Erica was
upset, so I asked them why they believed that, and they said in effect because
we were not white, and we should go home.
“Erica said
this was her home, but they would not listen to that, even after Doc has asked
them why they believed she was not allowed to be there. Then I saw the stickers – Trump for America –
and I am afraid that was when I asked them if they were truly followers of him
or of someone else.
“Then one girl
stared me in the face and said I was worthless.
That was when I started to shout that she was ignorant, she knew nothing
– and I guess that was when Maisha pulled me away…”
"You’re
right - it's pure ignorance and prejudice Ama, don't
let stupid people like that upset you."
“I know it
should not, but to hear someone from the place I now call home speak to me and
others in that way…”
“Americans
believe the First Amendment protects their right to say what they want, when
they want, without recognising there is such a thing as difference and
similarity,” John said quietly as he sat down.
"That is
so sad. If I've learned one thing since I
was rescued, it’s that no matter what the color is of
our skins, where we originally came from, or what languages we speak, that we
are all really just human beings, and that there are good people, bad people,
and purely ordinary people everywhere I've been."
"Precisely!"
Caroline smiled and looked at her daughter with pride.
"I've
lived with such nonsense all my life Ama," John
shook his head, "I grew up in Northern Ireland so I've seen very close up
what the evils caused by hating someone just because of their religion can
result in."
“But then why
do they choose to support people like that?”
“In Northern
Ireland, the problem then was society, politics, education – everything was
split along sectarian religious lines.
In this country, it is in living memory of many that people were
considered inferior because they were not white – I wonder sometimes if he is
using their fear of President Obama based purely on his skin to fuel his
cause.”
“The problem,”
Caroline said as she looked in the mirror, “is that people like him prey upon
the fears of people in times of trouble and strife Ama
- that they must worry about a threat posed by people who don't look and think
like they do."
"But as
Erica said that is just stupid," Ama shook her
head, "why should they feel threatened for example that Aunt Denice and
Aunt Mary talk to each other in Welsh sometimes rather than in English?"
"Because
if they can't understand, how do they know that Mary and Denice aren't plotting
some crime, or worse a terrorist attack?"
"Uncle
John,” Ama laughed, “that is plain stupid."
"Of course
it is darling," Caroline said as she finished removing her makeup. "I
know that, you know that, most people here in New York know that, but out in
the country where most people have never been outside the US, or rarely if ever
met a foreigner, they find it easy to believe that sort of rubbish, and when a
politician tells them that they need to be worried, that foreigners etc are
taking advantage of and subverting 'their' country, and way of life, then they
listen and agree."
"A lot of
unscrupulous politicians use and abuse the fears and prejudices of people to
manipulate and control how they vote Ama. They take
concerns that are often genuinely held and by turning them into emotional
appeals that cause people to lose their perspective and powers of reason, they
secure their votes, and then use their votes to commit terrible acts that harm
both innocent, and possibly guilty, alike."
"That's
what Jess said she was taught about what went on in Spain while General Franco
was dictator, Uncle John."
"Good for
Jess," Caroline pulled her jacket on.
"Surely
people are persuaded that people like him are wrong when intelligent people
explain all this Mom?"
"No,"
Caroline shook her head. "The kind of people who he appeals to do their
thinking with their gut and their heart."
"They
actively distrust knowledge Ama," John said as
he finished packing his cameras, "and they actually distrust and actively
disbelieve what they are told by well-educated people."
"But that
is stupid Uncle John."
Caroline put on
her coat as she said "Well they think people like us and our friends are
'elitists' and that we have an agenda that doesn't support them or their
country..."
"A lot of
them remember Caroline actually take pride in their ignorance. They see their
reactions as being 'authentic' and 'real' and not corrupted by traitorous
intellectual thought."
"Uncle
John is it really that bad?"
“It seems that
way - I fear we are in for a very difficult time Ama,
and I’m sorry about that, but somehow they always manage to get through in the
end. So go and have dinner with your
mother – and I’ll see how Maisha feels.”
9 pm
Park Avenue
“I do not think
I have ever seen Ama so upset,” Maisha said as she held
the glass in her hand, looking at Shirley and John on the couch opposite. “The way they spoke to her, and the
assumptions they made about her, were so wrong, yet they were so certain in the
truth of what they spouted.”
“Ama told me you had to hold her back,” John said as Shirley
looked at him.
“I did – I
think she would have exploded into their faces, but there was a look in their
eyes that told me that would be playing to what they wanted,” Maisha said
quietly. “What I do not understand is
how they can hold such – what was the phrase Erica used – Neanderthal beliefs?”
“I understand,”
John said as he put his drink down, “but the simple truth is they are told
these things in papers and on some news channels, and they accept that it true
without questioning.”
"Do the
newspapers not repeat what the truth is Aunt Shirley?"
"They try
and do so Maisha,” Shirley said as she sat forward. “Just remember what Piet and Jane Molloy did
in exposing what went on in Africa, as well as the vile behaviour of those who
brought you here to New York to be sold into slavery."
"They told
people exactly what had happened, and what was happening," the young woman
nodded.
"But imagine
though what might have happened if some of the people had said it was all made
up, and that it was 'fake news'?"
"But it wasn't. I know – I lived
through it, after all, as did so many others."
"Just
think though if the people claiming it was false were popular, and that many
people trusted them because they were famous..."
"Or that
they agreed with them on other subjects," John interjected, "and
trusted them more than they do the proper news outlets."
"But
they'd be lying." Maisha insisted.
"I know
that Maisha, and it’s what John and I know as well. Unfortunately there are
millions upon millions of people who because what the main stream media reports
clashes with their religious, political, social, and other viewpoints, then
they chose to think the media is wrong, rather than confront the idea that they
themselves might be wrong."
"It’s not
helped by the fact though that the media trying to be 'responsible' does chose
sometimes to underemphasise, or ignore, certain events." John added.
“Has this ever
happened before?”
“Many times,
sadly,” John said as he sat back, “but we live in an age where if something is
published, and people believe it, it becomes shared so quickly it becomes next
to impossible to make the truth know over the cacophony of noise.”
"When I
was a young woman we had a generally accepted truth, and that was what the more
reputable newspapers and TV said. Nowadays far more people believe what they
read on Twitter, etc, and it means unusual and extreme views find an audience
with those inclined to believe such things."
"I think I
understand that," Maisha paused to think. "So are those who represent
prejudice going to win Aunt Shirley? Do you think they will Uncle John?"
Looking at each
other, Shirley said “I fear they may, unless a way to balance the ideas been
shared is found.”
“And I fear
that may not be possible in our current world,” John said quietly. “Shirley and I can only encourage you to
stand for the truth, and hope enough people will share your views and pass them
on to others.”
“John is right,
dear,” Shirley said quietly, “remember, all it takes for evil to triumph is for
good men and women to do nothing. We
need to do something – because if we do not, this country may have serious
problems….”
"I'm not
American, but I have an awful lot of friends who are," Maisha spoke slowly
and thoughtfully, "Is there nothing I can do or say that will help?"
"Not
directly Maisha," John shook his head, "all three of us are British
citizens so technically we have no say."
"We can
support our friends though, especially in the fight I fear is coming. Even Tom Morse and his family may not be able
to avoid it."
"Just tell
me how Aunt Shirley? After seeing Ama upset like that
so badly I want to do all I can."
"I had
better take a call of nature," John stood and smiled as he headed to the
bathroom.
"Is there
nothing that the Sisters can do Aunt Shirley?" Maisha whispered.
"Again not
directly, but I can tell you that we are doing all we can to combat both the causes
of this vile prejudice, and those using it for political purposes."
"Good....It's
what we should be doing."
“On which note
– Liz and Teacher are visiting on Monday, and they ask if you wish to fly back
with them on Tuesday night. It is time
for you to walk the walk, as you have been saying.”
Sunday 11th September
9 am
The Farm
“I’m just
saying,” Louise groaned as she stretched out, “what sort of mind mixes Def
Leppard with The Laughing Gnome? At two
in the morning?”
“Lou,” Tracy
said with a smile, “do you really want to meet a person who thinks like that?”
The blonde
looked over, and whispered “you don’t mean…”
“Good morning
Ladies.”
The group
looked over as Susan came in with two other women, both wearing masks and
combats. “I have the great pleasure this
morning to introduce you again to Miss Bobcat, and her partner today, Miss
Cheetah. Ladies.”
“Thank you,”
Heather said as she looked round, “we will be training and assessing you this
morning.”
“In what way,”
Eve said quietly.
"Alright
ladies so far we have been mainly dealing with situations where you encounter
resistance, or bystanders. This morning we are going to be working on
situations where your presence needs remain undetected."
"Meaning
precisely what Susan?"
"Covert
operations Tracy." Susan smiled, "the world of intelligence gathering
and research. Which is why we have our
guests here today – they are both very skilled in this area, and wish to share
their knowledge with you."
“We provided
the major surveillance work for the Mazengwe project,
and also have supplied Madame with covert devices and instructions on their
use.”
"With such
a large number of targets involved in that case, and with it imperative that
they didn't suspect either our interest or involvement," Jo looked through
her mask at the women, "we learned to pull off what we called 'virgin'
burglaries."
"Meaning what? Frances asked.
"That we
honed our skills to a degree that we could spend quite a long time in targets
residences, etc, all with the Walrus's associates ever knowing we'd been
there."
“And the
devices you used?”
“State of the
art,” Heather said quietly, “but for today, we wish to teach you the do’s and
don’ts.”
“The key to
invisible surveillance is to make it look as if nobody has been there. You have to be aware of the exact positions
occupied by anything you move, or touch, so that it can be replaced exactly
where it was." Jo spoke quietly, "a lot of people have surprisingly
good memories regarding how they leave things, it's your task to ensure you
don't make any little slip-ups."
“So we enter
without making any visible traces…”
“But always,
ALWAYS check the door frame when you enter.
Have you ever seen Doctor No, the Bond film? Bond fixes a hair to the door and the frame,
and when he returns if the hair is not there, he knows someone has gone
in. Looking for that has saved us more
than once.”
As the girls
nodded, Lily said “so we need to get in and out unannounced. Wat about electronic surveillance? How do we deal with that – feedback loops and
the like?”
"Neutralizing electronic surveillance is certainly a huge help,"
Heather smiled behind her mask, 'but ultimately something as simple as the
target noticing a piece of paper has been moved can be the crucial difference
between success and failure."
"Now I'm
not expecting to get you up to the standard of these ladies in one
morning," Susan took over talking again, "but we all hope we can
teach you skills today that will help you in the future."
“So,” Jo said
quietly, “let us begin…”
10 am
The Village
Grace looked
out of the window onto the street below, shaking her head as she picked up the
telephone and dialled a number.
“Tennant.”
"Wilhelmina
I'm sorry to disturb you at home on a Sunday morning, but an incident happened
yesterday that I'm thinking you might need be aware of."
"A serious
incident Grace?"
"In a way
yes. Ama, her friend Maisha, and several other girls
were confronted by a couple of officious Trump supporters at the market, and
words were said and tempers got frayed."
"Was there
violence, were police called?"
"No Thank
God! but I've spoken with both Caroline Jameson and Shirley Xavier and they
both told me that it was a traumatic experience for the girls."
"I can
understand that. Alright Grace what in your opinion should we do about it at
the school?"
"Well not to
sweep it under the carpet. I think that
we should make some time for teachers and students to discuss all the matters
that an incident like this raises."
"I think that might be worthwhile."
"Also to
get both Tom Morse, and his opponent to come in and talk to the girls about how
political debate can be conducted in an atmosphere that encourages the right to
disagree, but which condemns violent hatred."
"Again I
agree Grace."
“Good – I’ll
call Tom and Albert Brooks, and get the dates selected, then we can talk
tomorrow…”
The Pentagon
Admiral Edward
Preminger sat at his desk, reviewing the latest status reports when his phone
rang. Looking out to the outer office,
he saw his assistant was gone, so he picked up the handset and said “yes?”
"Is this
Admiral Preminger?" A very sexy voice asked.
"It
is," Ed replied gruffly, "and can I ask how you obtained this
telephone number young woman? This is a secure line."
"Well I
was told you wished to speak to me Admiral. I was intrigued by that, so I
looked up your number."
"This is
not a listed number. How the hell did you obtain it?" the admiral fought
to control his temper. "Who is this?"
"I'm
called by many names, you probably know me as The Hidden Hand," Heather
found herself laughing, "and now you know that do you still wish to know
how i obtained this number?"
"Hold on a
second please..." Ed reached for a second device.
"Admiral
if you are thinking of trying to trace this call, please don't be silly enough
to waste yours, or your peoples, time."
"Alright,"
Ed laughed as he put the other device down, "it was worth a thought."
"Actually
it wasn't. Anyway to cut to the chase you asked Agent Carter for me to contact
you. Tell me what you wish to say and I will then tell you what I will or won't
do."
“All right – in
simple terms, I am concerned that a foreign power is seeking to influence our
election, and is using web-based methods as a tool in that attack.”
“I see – I also
have some concerns that may happen,” Heather purred, “but if you wish me to
devise methods to stop it, you will run into certain constitutional questions –
that first amendment is a difficult one, for example.”
“I know,” Ed
said as he rubbed his eyes, “so let me ask a different question. If a third party was to, say, use social
media sites to spread false and malicious stories…”
“Tracking the
third party is not impossible, but finding the true source and then shutting it
down if it is not based in the US is another matter, and one I suspect you will
not be able to undertake. So I ask a
serious question – what does my country expect of me, Admiral?”
“Can you at
least help us figure out how to identify such attacks?”
“I will
consider your request – we will speak soon Admiral,” Heather purred as the line
went dead, Ed shaking his head as he put the handset down.
Juliette’s apartment
"As a
non-American citizen I know I'm prohibited from any actions in regard to your
US elections Ju,” Shirley said on the screen, “but I'm not prohibited from
trying to expose the actions of a hostile foreign power to stir up hatred and
discord in its own interest."
"So in
other words Shirley?"
"Any
organisation that I have any influence with will be devoting its resources and its time to help your US government law enforcement and
security agencies to unmask just what is going on."
"Well
Heather in her role as the Hand has been in touch with Admiral Preminger."
"Excellent,"
Shirley took a breath. "I will arrange a meeting for him for Monday with
some of the Sisters leadership."
11 am
The Farm
“So here’s the
deal,” Susan said, “you are to make your way into the locked barn, over there,
and plant devices in the best places you can think of to avoid detection. These are dummies, and you will be assessed
on how well you break in and leave no traces.
Begin.”
“I’ve got the
door,” Tracy said as she worked on the lock, the group walking into a room with
no lights.
“We need
sight.”
Eve nodded as
she took some penlights and handed them round.
“Okay, take a
moment, look where everything is,” Lily said quietly as they looked round, not
noticing the cameras as they walked round.
She then said “okay – Eve, Frances, Angela, Casey, set the devices. Tracy, Amy, check the drawers and documents.”
Walking over to
a desk, she tried the drawer, before saying “Louise, you need to work on this.”
“Sheesh - after
barely sleeping at all last night they expect us to do detailed work like
this?" Louise whispered to Lily.
"You can
always walk away and head for that hotel room and soft bed Lou."
"No,"
the tall Californian shook her head, "I started this, I intend to finish
it," she shone her pencil flashlight over the draw.
"Can you pick that lock?"
"LILY!"
Louise laughed as she whispered, "I was picking locks harder than this
years before I even thought of joining Madame's organization."
"Well did
you check just in case there is some kind of alarm or security?"
"Yes...What
do you think I was trying to feel for with my fingers?"
"Just
checking."
"Anyway,
just let me do this," Louise retrieved a small pouch from her pocket and
retrieved a couple of items,
"How long
Lou?"
"If you stop
talking to me Lily about 5 more seconds."
"So?"
Susan asked Jo as they watched.
"Some of
them are first rate burglars,” Jo said with a smile, “even I'm learning a
couple of little bits of technique watching them."
"The kind
of security they might be confronting though means I think some of them would benefit
from doing an advanced course in overcoming security measures," Heather
whispered.
"I will
have a word with Madame and see if we can get Charlotte to create a
programme."
"Well with
her out of action while she's pregnant it will at least give her something to
do." Jo smiled at Susan.
"That is
true."
“Ah – they
found the documents.”
“So I see,”
Susan said as Lily took photos of the documents, and then placed them carefully
back, as Louise closed and locked the drawer.
“Okay girls,”
Louise said, “everything back and let’s get the assessment.”
As they sat on
the beds, drinking their coffee, Jo and Heather looked at them.
“One thing,” Jo
said as she looked at the screen, “see what was on the top of the desk before
you went in?”
The girls
nodded as she said “and then after,” Tracy looking and saying “shit…”
"Tracy
leaving that little box on top of the desk after you returned the papers to the
drawer was just the sort of small mistake that I was warning you all
about....EVERYTHING goes back perfectly...Just remember that above all."
"I
know," the Londoner shook her head, "I do know better."
"Good,"
Jo quickly scanned the scene, "otherwise that wasn't bad, and you found
the listening device nicely."
"Always
look for anything unusual," Heather continued. "The type of target
that we look at can often be under other people’s eyes as well, just make sure
that you don't somehow tip off other watchers, even if the owner is unaware
that you've been there."
“We get it,”
Lily said, “and we are grateful.”
“Good – because
we have a little job for you this afternoon, and this time it is the real
thing. Pass that, and the weekend is
over…”
As the trio
left, Tracy sat down and said “One more thing?”
“Looks that
way...”
"Lily can
I ask a question please?"
"Sure
Tracy."
"If we are
a criminal organisation, why the bleddin' 'ell are we
training so hard to do the same jobs that basically spies and John Law
does?"
"Because
as you learned when we put you in to watch over Denice and Erica, we are a lot
more than simply robbers, kidnappers, and thugs Trace. Madame's organisation is
basically two things. Yes we are still professional criminals, but we are also
concerned to sometimes help our friends and support good causes."
"Like with
the work I did in Tokyo?"
"Exactly
Louise." Lily smiled, "we are still the bad guys, but just sometimes
we find ourselves helping to try and right wrongs."
“Oh brother –
so what are we doing later?”
“Fighting the
even worse guys…”
Noon
Park Avenue
“Please, come
in,” John said as he came into the drawing room. “Your guests are here, Shirley.”
“Welcome,”
Shirley said as she hugged Helga and Liz.
The blonde Swede was wearing a cream jacket over a knee length blue dress,
while Liz wore a dark trouser suit with a cream camisole underneath her
jacket. “I’m so glad you were able to
come over for a few days before taking Maisha with you on the course.”
"Shirley,”
the blonde said as she looked round, “you do know that this apartment makes the
royal family’s accommodation in Sweden look a trifle shabby in
comparison?"
"Does it
Helga?"
"Well I
think it does," Teacher said as she looked out at the view over the New
York skyline, "This is magnificent."
"Thank You
for the compliment," Shirley said as she looked around proudly, "I
wish I could claim sole credit, but some amazing people worked on this place to
make it what it is."
“Welcome,”
Maisha said as she brought coffee in, setting the tray on the low table and
then pouring cups before she handed them round,
"Everyone
who contributed has something to be proud of," Liz sipped her coffee.
"We think
so," John sat down and crossed his legs.
"Anyway I
think we'd better deal with the subject at hand," Teacher said as she put
her cup down.
"Agreed,"
John looked at the two visitors seriously. "I know Maisha desperately
wants to do this outdoor survival course, but can you assure me she will
be okay?"
"Darling you told me you that you did something similar on the Duke of
Edinburgh's scheme," Shirley smiled.
"And as
one ex-soldier to another," Liz leaned back, “you almost certainly did
far tougher things in the army.”
"I know,”
John said as he sat forward, “but speaking as her father in all but name, I
want her back home safely afterwards."
"John I
know the people who run this training course, Maisha will be fine,"
Teacher said as she looked the Ulsterman straight in the eyes. “I am sure she will be more than capable of
completing this course.”
“Uncle John,”
Maisha said with a smile, “I consider it part of my education to do this. I will be fine, I promise.”
“Still…”
“She’ll be fine
John – it’s only for a few weeks…”
Nodding, John said
“well, if I have your reassurance… I
need to call Jack and sort something out for tomorrow. I’ll see you both before you leave?”
“Of course,”
Liz said as John stood up and left the room, closing the door behind himself as
the others stood and watched.
"While
John is out,” Shirley said quietly, “let's drop the euphemisms shall we?"
"If you
wish Madame," Helga sat down again.
"Doing the
Sister's training course is not easy Maisha."
"I know
Liz, and I understand that you had to reassure Uncle John by telling him that
it was a fairly routine thing."
"In many
ways it’s tougher than most military exercises are."
"Yes,"
Maisha nodded, "But inside I need to do it. I have to prove to myself my
worth as both the person who gives her name to the Sisters, and as someone who
will spend her life trying to help the Sisterhood."
"Have you
packed just what we told you to bring?"
"I have
Teacher."
“Good – we have
meetings tomorrow, and we leave late tomorrow night.”
“Maisha, will
you give us a few minutes?”
“Of course,
Aunt Shirley,” Maisha said as she stood and left.
“This other
matter we need to deal with?”
“We’ve arranged
a meeting for you with Admiral Preminger,” Shirley said, “somewhere
discrete. He wants to know if they can
help them monitor for foreign influence on the elections here?”
“Not something
we normally do,” Liz said, “but we have recently recruited from the Baltic and
Eastern European countries. Those who
wish to fight back against the exploiters of the children.”
“Meet with him,
hear his concerns, and then we can consider and advise. John – all is well?”
“All is
well. So Maisha will leave
tomorrow? We should give her a proper
send off.”
“I agree,”
Shirley said with a smile, “let us see if Caroline and Ama
can come round tomorrow night…”
3 pm
2nd Avenue
It was the
cellar to an old brownstone, quiet, peaceful, but as the door opened and Tracy
looked in, she waited for a moment and then signalled for the others to follow
her.
“This looks
like it,” she said as she opened a steel cabinet, and then a laptop which she
attached with bulldog clips to the wiring inside.
Looking at the
screen, she said “Frances – you’re up.”
The blonde
looked at the screen, typing on the keyboard until she said “okay – we’re in
and we have control of the building cameras.
Setting up the loop on the corridor – now.”
“Good – keep us
informed. Ladies, let’s go,” Lily said
as they made their way to the service stairs.
The third floor
door opened quietly as Louise looked out, then stepped out.
“Frances,
darling?”
“You’re clear –
proceed.”
Louise nodded
as she walked to the apartment door, feeling round the edges and smiling as she
took from her pocket a fine spray.
Firing it, she saw the tape and used a thin blade to slice through it,
before opening the door with her keys.
“Alarm?”
“Not a sound –
we got it as well,” Frances said in her earpiece as Louise opened the door,
allowing Lily in first as she took a tablet and walked round the large open
space inside.
“Suppresor.”
Eve slipped the
device out and switched it on as Lily nodded, and motioned for her to move to
the next room. As they did so, Louise,
Tracey and the other girls walked round, carefully searching and placing their
own devices in hidden places.
“Louise –
locked drawer,” Tracy said as she stood by a desk, Louise nodding as she
swiftly opened the drawer.
“Take photos,
put everything back as it was,” she said, Tracy nodding as she produced a small
camera and photographed page after page.
“Kitchen?”
“Go,” Tracy
said as the other three girls split off, Eve watching as they continued to
search the desk, and ensuring everything was replaced in the correct place.
“How are we
doing,” Lily said as she and the others came back.
“We done – the
dampers?”
“Hidden out of sight. Right – let’s get out of here, he should be
coming back soon. Frances, prepare for
ex-fil.”
“Understood,”
the last member said as they slipped out, Louise removing the two ends of the
tape and tearing a fresh strip off to replace it after the door was
closed. As they slipped into the service
stairwell, the lift doors opened and Andre Kannenikov
stepped out, looking at a paper as he walked over and looked at the frame of
his door. Satisified,
he unlocked the door and walked in, as a van drove off outside.
“Susan – job
done.”
“We have the
signal loud and clear – proceed to the Waldorf and enjoy a night off. Report to the offices at ten tomorrow
morning.”
“Finally,”
Louise said with a sigh, “a long bath and a long sleep.”
“Not yet Lou –
I want a debrief over dinner first…”
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