Two Weddings and a Robbery – Part 3
Wednesday 13th July
10 am BST
Brassey's Hotel
“Why are you
bringing me here,” Cat said as Shirley pulled up into the car park.
“We’re holding
a mass briefing for the mission,” Shirley said as she stopped the car and
turned off the engine. “I recommend dark
glasses from here on in – and whatever happens, listen carefully and say
nothing until you are asked to do so.”
“OOkkayy – but
if what you told me last night is true…”
“Let’s go in,”
Shirley said, “we have the rooms to ourselves today.”
Cat nodded as
she put on the dark glasses, and they walked into the private entrance of the
suite – Cat stopping short as she saw the three people standing there.
“Madame – and I
see you have your guest with you,” Charlotte said, “welcome – coffee is
available in the main hall.”
“Francesca? You’re in this as well?”
“I suspect as a
recent addition, like yourself Cat,” Francesca said as a tall, thin woman came
through, her face hidden under the veil that came down from her beret, and dark
glasses covering her eyes.
“Our technical
support,” Shirley said, “The Hidden Hand.
Shall we go in?”
“What on earth
am I…” Catriona walked into the room and
stopped as she looked round. She had
seen many of them at Xavier International, but some were new faces – as was the
tall dark haired Amazon wearing a dark jumper and pants, talking to Lily and
Susan.
“Ladies,”
Shirley said as she went to the front of the room. “Please, take your seats – we will begin in a
few minutes, once our guests arrive.”
“Join me,”
Francesca said as Catriona sat next to her, and looked round.
“Who are
these…”
The room fell
silent as the side door opened, and a group of women came in – wearing grey
jackets and knee length skirts, walking on black four inched steel stilettos
with poise and grace. They were
identical – right down to the short black hair, and the dark glasses, with cat
shaped brooches on the lapels of their jackets, the knots of their silk
scarves.
“Please,”
Shirley said, “welcome my co-leader in this operation, Miss Panther, and her
associates in the Pussycat Gang.” One
woman nodded as she stood beside Madame, the others sitting at the front.
“As you look
around this room ladies,” Shirley said, “there are probably several faces that
you recognise and never expected to see in a meeting like this...My advice to
you all is to immediately forget what you are seeing, and just take this
warning to heart, there are several women in this room who enjoy, and I do mean
enjoy, killing people in the slowest, most painful ways possible.”
“Our target,”
Juliette said, her voice disguised, “is the legendary Manchurian Gold, thought
lost for nearly eighty years, but now found.”
She paused as the murmur went round the room.
"We have
no exact idea what the haul will be," Juliette paused, "but our best
estimate is that there is over two billion in gold down there..."
"Did you
say BILLION?" a voice asked.
"I did,
but under our deal with the Chinese Secret Societies we are getting just 22.5%
of the net worth, which if you quickly do the math, is still a huge fortune to
be divided up amongst ourselves."
"True,"
Juliette heard Eleanor's voice.
"And if
any of you have any ideas of cheating our partners, can I introduce both
Catherine Lo, and the lady they call Chénmò Sǐwáng or as you probably
heard it...Silent Death, who are here to protect the interests of their
masters."
The room
watched as Helen and Catherine came in, Helen wearing clothing that only
allowed her eyes to be seen.
“On behalf of
the Honoured Fathers, thank you for your help in this endeavour,” Catherine
said.
“With me here
today,” Juliette said, “are Miss Puma, Miss Panther, Miss Cheetah, Miss Bobcat,
Miss Sidhe and Miss Snow Leopard – but be assured, all the Pussycats are
helping with this endeavour.”
“If any of you
should even think of betraying anyone else involved in this operation, just be
assured the authorities cannot protect you, we WILL find you and you will
regret even the thought about turning rat." Madame spoke ominously.
“If anyone
wants out, the door is there.”
Penny watched
as nobody moved.
“Very well
then, you will be assigned to teams with specific tasks. Miss Panther.”
"To use a
term I've borrowed from the "Underworld" movies, you ladies will be
our 'death dealers'." Juliette looked deep into some people's eyes.
"You will be our first line of defence while we carry out the removal of
the gold from underground. Your task is simple, and that is to ensure nobody
hostile, and that includes both other villains, and the forces of law and order
gets anywhere near that gold...Do you understand?"
"Yes,"
various voices murmured.
"You will
be under the command of Natalya Kosolov who has been working for weeks on where
our weakest positions are, and who she wants to station there.” Natalya stood and nodded to the others in the
room. “You will all be linked on a
closed com network to Natalya and you will all obey her orders to the
letter...Do I make myself clear?"
Various female
voices murmured their assent.
"Natalya
will brief you on specifics when this larger meeting is over...listen very
carefully please, and be assured you will not be forgotten when the spoils are
divided up."
"Those of
you tasked with the capture and holding of our hostages” Charlotte said, “will
be briefed by Lady Davina. I know you've already conducted several dry runs,
but just remember we need no one other than their loved ones to know that we
have snatched these people...your part in this mission is absolutely critical,
you aren't merely babysitters."
“I will discuss
specific targets with you all later,” Davina said, “Tracy?”
“Facilities at
the Barn are ready for those who will be taken there – those teams remaining in
situ will be supported by one or more Pussycats.”
"Those of
you running the bunker should by now know your tasks backwards," Charlotte
took a turn to speak. "Your mission is to take over the traffic control
system from the time passenger service is halted, get our train to and from the
depot to the gold site, then back to where it will be unloaded. Both the Hand
and I will be monitoring your work, and will tell you when you need to start
messing with the traffic system."
"Those of
you who will be in the Underground have all worked together before,” Juliette
said. “We will be down there long before the train arrives putting the gold on
pallets so it can be loaded straight away when the train arrives. You will
alternate between acting as guards, and doing the physical work, I just hope
that you've all been following the fitness plans?"
"Jennifer,
you are in charge of cleaning," Madame took a turn to speak, "you
will ensure that if a mess ensues as much evidence as is humanly possible is
removed."
"Understood
Madame."
"On
another note," Juliette spoke, "each of you will be given a group
name and number that you will use to communicate with each other. "So the
underground team is naturally Gold, I for example will be Gold One. Death-dealers
are Red, Cleaners are Green, Tech is Blue, Hostage teams are Black...etc."
"I will
say this only once," Shirley grimaced, "woe betide the woman uses a
known to the police codename, or a real name...the penalty for doing so will be
death....Do I make myself understood?"
"Yes,"
the assents were whispered.
As the room
talked, Juliette said "Do you think Francesca will accept being a death
dealer, and working above ground Shirley."
"As long
as she is assured that her task is protecting Charlotte, then yes I think she
will."
"And your
friend Catriona?"
"I think
she's going to be most value with us underground, since she keeps herself
amazingly fit, and I do think we need another mover."
"Okay I'll
accept that recommendation then."
11 am BST
Claridges Hotel
"Louise
you need to arrive in the next couple of minutes," Jill Hudspeth whispered
into her telephone, "She's just moving towards the lifts to come down into
the lobby."
"Understood
Jill," Louise closed the call, and smiled at the cabbie, "Okay can
you drop me off now, my friend has just got there."
"Okay
love," the driver smiled, "you are the one paying the money for me to
just sit here with the engine running.”
"It will
be worth every cent...or should I be saying every penny?" Louise laughed.
"Well this
is Claridges darlin'," the cabby pulled over in front of the expensive
hotel.
"Thanks,"
Louise looked at the meter and reached into her purse. "Keep the
change."
"Checking in Miss?" the doorman asked as he undid the taxi door and
helped Louise to get out. She was
wearing a cream Chanel suit with a white blouse, a cream scarf tied round her
neck.
"Yes – if
you could have someone take my bags darling?"
"Okay," the doorman signalled to a porter to come and collect the
luggage as Louise walked into the lobby.
"I'm Louise Baker, I believe you have a suite reserved for me?"
Louise spoke quietly, and tried not to look obvious as she checked for Tamiko
Tanaka's presence.
"We do
indeed Miss." the girl smiled. "May I check your credit card and your
passport please?"
"Here you
go," Louise said as she removed them both from her handbag and handed them
over.
"Louise?"
she heard the voice behind her.
"Bingo,"
Louise smiled inwardly. "Tamiko
darling, long time no see," she turned and looked at the lady Yakuza,
"are you visiting?"
"No I'm
staying at the hotel," Tanaka kissed the very tall, leggy, blonde,
"and you?"
"Just
checking in, I decided to come see merrie old England for my vacation... And you?"
"Oh I'm
doing much the same," Tamiko smiled then whispered. "I heard Madame
paid for your operation."
"She did
darling, this trip in part is to celebrate now that I'm a 'real' woman."
"Good, I'm
happy for you Louise."
"Well I'll
tell you all about it if you have time for a drink this evening?"
Tamiko smiled
and said “Why not? Meet you in the bar
at about eight?”
“Delightful,”
Louise said as she smiled at the two men behind Tamiko. “Well, don’t let me detain you – a twelve
hour flight, I need a rest.”
As they walked
off, the bodyguard whispered “is she the one who helped bring down the Death
Dragons?”
“She is,”
Tamiko whispered, “and now she is here?
Check her story – disceretely.”
"Alright
Madame,” Louise said in her phone as she looked out of the window of her suite,
“she's meeting me for drinks at eight."
"Good
Louise...very well done." Shirley chuckled, "she of course is
suspicious of you?"
"Well she
hid it very well, but yes I could literally feel the suspicion, both from her,
and her bodyguards."
"Well if
you look in your bedside cabinet drawer, there is a weapon, and additional
rounds, be discreet, but please carry it at all times."
"Understood
Madame," Louise opened the drawer and found the snub nosed .38.
"Should I
ask how this got here?"
"No, but
be aware Jill has a team covering you."
“Good – good
luck Madame.”
“And you
Louise…”
11 am BST
Brassey’s Hotel
"So who
gets to ride with the driver of 'our' train Madame?" Angela asked.
"You don't
need to know Angela."
"Okay,"
the Englishwoman nodded.
"Now the
document that is being distributed is to be memorised...not copied...and each
copy is numbered and will checked when it is returned, then shredded."
Shirley warned the participants. "This is a list of safe houses that if
you do get into trouble that you should make your way to. as I said it's not to
be copied, it must be memorised."
"And while
you are doing that this is a good time to take a coffee break," Charlotte
stood up and announced. “Fifteen
minutes, then meet in your designated groups…”
“Diana,” Cassie
Stone whispered, “what the hell is Catriona Cuthbertson doing here? She’s a QC for the love of the Goddess!”
“Indeed – and
with quite a viscious streak by all accounts, ma cherie. She will be assisting us.”
“And why is
Kylie Mitchell – KYLIE MITCHELL – here?”
“Ah – Kylie and
Marina have learned so much in their time in Hong Kong, so many useful skills –
especially for the role they play in this event.”
Shaking her
head, Cassie stood up. “I need coffee –
and lots of it…”
“My apologies
for my late arrival.”
“Miss Lynx –
welcome,” Miss Panther said as she embraced her twin in many ways. “You have not missed much.”
“How did it
go,” Juliette whispered.
“Very well,”
Carina whispered back, “but I need to be back for lunchtime.”
“Eleanor,”
Shirley said, “thank you for helping the Sisters in this.”
“My pleasure –
but they’re real Pussycats?”
“They are
Gran,” Katy said, “Mom told me how they worked together for Ama and the girls
then, and they do so now.”
“I see that –
but still…”
“Miss Leopard –
may I introduce Captain Eleanor Ball, one of the Sisters assisting us.”
“Captain Ball –
I heard you dealt with a particularly obnoxious drug problem for the
Sisters. Thank you for that.”
“Have we met,”
Eleanor said as she studied Juliette’s face.
“Not to the
best of my knowledge, but your reputation precedes you,” Juliette said with a
smile, “as I am sure is ours.”
“But the gold –
are we sure it is there?”
"We
are," Shirley replied, "we took a peep through a hole in the doorway,
and to quote Howard Carter, 'we saw wonderful things'."
"Our first
task will be to clear the wall out of the way, and to start loading the gold
onto wooden pallets that we have been taking down there regularly," Penny
spoke, "I will advise on both weights that the pallets can hold, and our
mini forklifts can move when we are on site."
The group sat
round the conference table, looking carefully at each other as Natalya came in.
"Alright
ladies, most of you probably do not recognise each other," Natalya smiled,
"though I'm sure that if I revealed your code-names and aliases, you
certainly know each other’s reputations. For now though, I will just say that
each of you is a trained assassin."
The women
looked at each other trying to measure the woman behind the disguises.
"Our job
is in theory simple...We are the watchdogs, the guardians of the outer
perimeter of this job. Our mission is to ensure our colleagues are not
disturbed as they do the actual taking of the gold."
Natalya looked
at faces, "to that end you will be stationed in pairs to guard various
possible entrances, as well as the transfer site where the gold will be handed
over to our Chinese partners."
"And where
will we be concealed?" Jayne asked.
"In parked
transit vans," Natalya replied, "each has state of the art monitoring
technology that will allow you to sit in the back and observe everything we
hope."
"So it will
appear to passers-by to be a perfectly innocent parked vehicle?"
"Exactly."
"Where
will you be?"
"In a
command van, able to respond quickly."
"And our
protocols are?"
"Use your
own professional judgment as to who might constitute a threat, and eliminate
with prejudice if needs be."
"What do
we do with corpses," Marina asked.
"Get them
hidden asap, and call in the cleaners."
“So our
pairings?”
“The Mongoose
and the Swan – you are one pair.”
Marina and
Kylie nodded at Natalya.
“Other
pairings…”
“Ladies I wish
we could have a snappy nickname like the Death Dealers," Lady Davina
smiled, 'but our function in this is to seize and hold our various hostages…
These two ladies," she indicated Miss Lynx and Miss Leopard, “will form
part of the gold team, but they will be the ones who accompany the driver to
the gold site, so for this briefing’s purpose they are with us."
"Who are
we holding?" Tracey asked.
"Well for
starters the driver’s family, we will hit the house that you've been observing
at Eight O'clock at night, seize the family and transport them to the
safehouse..."
"Where we
will teach him just what is at stake if he doesn't do just what we order?"
Cari interrupted.
"When he
is due to go on shift these ladies will accompany him to the depot and will
ride with him to the gold site."
The others in
the room nodded.
"Our other
targets are the depot security guard on duty, and the duty supervisor, both of
whom we need to look the other way as the expression goes." Daffy smiled.
"The procedure will be the same, lift them and their families as quietly
as possible, and bring them to the holding point."
“And our
current guests?”
“Remain in the
Farm for the moment.”
“So,” Juliette
said as she sat with the other members of the Gold team, “you understand the
plan? We move in tonight to secure
access, then for the next two nights we go in, and prepare the gold for
shipment.”
“We work in
shifts,” Jan said as she looked in, “one hour on moving, one hour on guard
duty, one hour resting.”
“The idea is to
move swiftly and silently – but when you are on guard duty, you must remain
alert,” Juliette said. “Even with the
Death Dealers, we are anticipating the possibility of an attempt to stop us in
situ, and we must be prepared.”
"Secrets
hiding secrets, hiding even more secrets," Eleanor thought carefully.
"I thought that we had deep covers in intelligence, but well compared to
these women..."
"So our
operating uniforms will be?" Jan's voice brought her attention back in the
room.
"Black
leather trousers, boots, black sweaters, gloves, ski-masks...Oh and one more
thing, black kevlar vests."
"Thank you
Madame," Jan nodded.
"Well she
can't complain about me wearing leather for this," Katy thought to herself
happily.
"Weapons?"
asked Catriona.
"Automatics,
and hand guns," Dominique answered. "As Madame said there is a
distinct possibility that others will try and steal the gold from us."
"You
know," Catriona shook her head and smiled, "there are some really dishonest
people out there?"
"Isn't
there just?"
"Oh and
one more thing ladies," Madame smiled wickedly, "the place is also
swarming with rats."
"Oh
YUCK!" Katy couldn't help herself.
"Not my
favourite creatures either, but we hope that they'll be more afraid of humans
then we are of them."
“And they have
another very useful function,” Dominique said, “they can be a very effective
early warning system.”
Noon BST
The City of London
“Hey – how is
Central Office,” Sue said as she looked up.
"Hectic. So where is Aggie darling?" Colin kissed
his bride to be.
"At this
moment checking on the first delivery of books for the new office...She told me
to go take an early lunch."
"While she
no doubt spends more time reading then she does putting them away."
"Probably...you
know she is such a huge brain?"
"I do,”
Colin said as he looked at the menu, “but I hear like so many other large
brains she tends to forget the routine and trivial."
"I
know," Sue laughed, "both Tamsin, and Sherry Babbage, have taken me aside
and told me that when it comes to things like ensuring we have coffee, etc,
then I'm going to have to remember to do all that."
"So are
you ready for the weekend?"
"Going to
talk to the church people you mean?"
Colin nodded.
"As ready
as I'll ever be I guess, but I'm not really looking forward to it."
"It will
be fine." Colin put his hand on hers.
"So your
folks are having to return to Washington for a few days Bobby told me...She
wasn't happy about it."
"Diplomatic
entertaining," Colin shook his head, 'the two main candidates in turn
coming to the residence."
"Doesn't
she like..."
"Oh Hilary
and Bill are old family friends, they are fine...It's the other man, and I
quote her, ‘I can't believe that I am having to allow that vulgar...’ well you
know her favourite words... ‘into MY house.’"
"I heard
him speak,” Susan said. “He likes
blowing his own trumpet doesn't he?"
"Yes,"
Colin shook his head, "but as Dad pointed out it’s not her home, that it’s
Government property, and that she's been a diplomat's wife long enough to know
these things have to be done."
"True...but
I'll bet she's not happy about it still."
“Of course
she’s not – but we live in hope.”
“Surely they’d
never elect him?”
“And we’d never
leave the EU? It’s a strange world Sue,
a very strange world…”
12.30 pm BST
Brassey’s Hotel
“Thank you all
for your attention this morning ladies,” Madame said as Catriona looked round
again, “good luck to one and all, and may we meet again to toast success.”
As the room
stood up, Eleanor whispered to Jan and Katy “whoever Miss Panther really is,
she is a genius – I think she’s covered every possibility save the unknown.”
“And it’s that
we have to guard against,” Jan said as she and Katy put on their jackets. “Come on – let’s head into Windsor and get
something to eat before we head back.”
“We are going
to be very tired come Sunday Morning, aren’t we?”
“Oh yes…”
"So how
did training go this morning darling?" Juliette asked as the Pussycats
gathered in a side room.
"Pretty
well...I think I got a read on the wind and water."
"What's
your hotel like?" Sandy asked.
"Well it
isn't the Savoy, but it's also housing a lot of other rowers, so I met a few
interesting people last night."
"Well
reactions to today girls?"
"I thought
it went well Cherie," Diana smiled. "Madame's people seem first
rate."
“They all seem
capable,” Abby said, “but there were a few people I was surprised to see. What’s Adam Ball’s mother doing here?”
“She figured
out Jan and Katy did work for Shirley – but not the connection to us, not yet
anyway. I’ll deal with that one at some
point.”
“And the woman
in business clothing – isn’t that Shirley’s barrister friend? I recognised her from the party,” Jo said.
“It is – and
there is a story behind that,” Heather said as she took a drink, “but be
assured, she’s up for the job – she helped out in Hatton Gardens last week.”
"So why
all the disguises Shirley?" Cat asked as Clint closed the car door.
"Because a
lot of people involved in this lead very public lives Cat, and they'd rather
not have their little secrets more widely known."
"Well
several people recognised me?"
"Yes
darling, but you aren't a member of the Pussycat Gang."
Cat turned and
said "Do you know their real identities Shirley?"
"I
do," Shirley nodded, "and all I will tell you is that it would blow
your mind if you actually knew who they are."
“But are they
anything like the way they were portrayed in the film?”
“Let me put it
this way – the raids in the film were incredibly accurate, but the real
Pussycats have very different backgrounds in some ways – and not so different
in others.”
Catriona nodded
as she watched others leave, and Clint drove off.
"While we
travel back to London, can I change the subject Catriona,” Shirley said, “and
ask what more you know of Sue and Colin's wedding plans?"
"Other than that they are going to Oban for the weekend not a lot more
then you probably. It’s a certainty
Susan will go from Ardray, and the wedding breakfast will be held there, and I
heard Donnie and John will be in the full Highland outfit – as well as anyone
else who chooses to wear it."
“John will in
that case – and the day before?”
“Ah yes – the
shoot. We gather in the early morning,
and whoever is not on the moors will join us for lunch. Beyond that – wait and see.”
"Bobby
rang to say she and Charles have headed back to Washington for a few
days," Shirley smiled. "by her account she has to do some
entertaining she's not looking forward to."
"I
heard."
"Well, we
get this job done and we can start to enjoy our summer holidays."
"As you
say Shirley." Catriona looked out the window as they approached Heathrow,
"first let us get this done."
"Are you
worried Cat?"
"A little,
but with so many people involved I'm hoping any risk is minimal."
"To be
honest it should be, the lady who has planned this is superb at working out the
dangers."
“But the
unexpected?”
“Always the
main issue – but we hopefully have anticipated as much as possible – and plans
are in place for the one big unknown threat.”
“Oh – what’s
that?”
“The Japanese
might want the gold as well – an ancestor of the head of Japanese Intelligence
at the time it went missing is in London.
But do not let that concern you.”
“I’m meeting
with Clarissa this afternoon – we think we have enough for a judicial review of
Agnes’ conviction, and if we agree, she’ll arrange the submission.”
“Perhaps we
should give Mike a heads up – so that he is aware that may be coming?”
“I would
imagine he is – but we can’t notify him until a decision is made…”
"Jayne can
we give you a lift back to work?" Charlotte smiled as the head of
personnel came out of the hotel.
"Well I
came down by train..."
"Doesn't
mean you can't accept a ride though with Mama and me back."
"Alright,"
Jayne shook her head, "It will certainly be more comfortable a ride." She smiled as she walked over to the car
while Francesca sat in the back. Charlotte
climbed in the driver’s seat as Jayne climbed in the passenger side.
"As we are
going to be working together I thought we ought to get to know each
other," Francesca purred from the backseat as they set off. "I'm
Francesco di Cambrello... also, as I'm sure you know, known as the Devil
Fish."
"I'm Jayne
Pettigrew," the woman with the brown hair reached round and shook hands, "also
known as...the White Mamba."
"Indeed,"
Francesca lifted an eyebrow, "then I did rather well in getting you as a
partner."
"I'm
amazed your paths have never crossed before," Charlotte spoke as she
pulled away from the hotel.
"They did
once," Jayne smiled.
"Casablanca
three years ago," Francesca remembered, "I never actually saw your
face, but you were there to kill the same person that I was tasked to
protect."
"Oh
Artemis, how comes I never heard of this?" Charlotte's voice got louder.
"Because we
both failed," Jayne smiled, "the man's brother put a knife through
his heart before he could drink the cobra venom laced iced tea I had prepared
for him."
"And where
were you Mama?"
"Two
minutes away on a motorcycle after being lured away with a very clever
deception,” Francesca said with a smile.
“I got there just in time to see that the brother’s jealousy had done
the deed. The assassin I knew was there to do the hit was nowhere to be
seen." Francesca smiled as she said
"you and I will certainly have a lot to talk about in the back of that van
Jayne."
“Well, we weren’t
the only professionals there. Was it my
imagination, or did I see Eleanor Ball in the audience?”
“Oh she was
there – but she is in Gold team for this particular event,” Charlotte said,
“and where do you know Captain Ball from?”
“Oh that’s
another story…”
"I know
this is a morbid thought?" Susan asked Maddie as they were driven back to
London, "but just how many deaths are the women who were in that room
responsible for, do you think?"
"Well it
must be in the high hundreds, if not over a thousand." Maddie smiled.
"Between just us it must be over ten..."
"More like
over 20...and compared to some that makes us angels."
"What's
Carina's score?"
"Nearly 40
I believe," Susan shook her head, "and I'd guess that with Helen it's
rather more than that."
"You know
the funny thing?" Maddie said with a smile.
"No... What?"
"That I've
never felt so safe in my life than I did being in that room full of
cold-blooded murderers."
"I get
you," Susan laughed, "it really is just like a big family, and we
look after each other closely."
2 pm CET
Munich
"What is
he having a fit about now?" Suzie sighed as she heard the loud Spanish
curses coming from outside the dressing tent.
"Not
you," Mary said with a smile as she sat down next to her sister,
"this time he's not happy with the lighting."
"Everyone
said he was temperamental I know, but shit Mary, he's ten times worse than
anyone I've ever met in my whole life."
"Don't let
it worry you Suzie, for all his complaining those first two setups were
brilliant."
"They
were?"
"Yes,
Erwin showed me some of the images, they are beautiful, and you look fabulous
in them, the magazine people are in raptures."
"Then why
is he giving me such a hard time?"
"Who
knows,” Mary said as an assistant rushed in and out, “with the maestro it can
be any little thing that sets him off."
"Anyway,"
Susie stood up as they finished securing the large black hat with the huge pink
bow over her hair.
"I've seen
a very similar design to this in an old shoot by the Body," Mary cast her
eyes over the pink pencil skirt, the matching gloves and belt, as well as the
black silk blouse and the incredibly tall heels. "And you look better in
it than she did," Mary encouraged the youngster.
"Where is
my MODEL?" the Maestro's voice was heard.
"Showtime,"
Susie whispered as she stood up and started slowly walking outside. Mary shook her head, and then followed her
outside…
1.30 pm BST
Windsor
"So what
is Jayne from personnel's background that she is to be a death dealer
Penny?" Kylie asked as the train pulled out of Windsor station. "and
why isn't Dominique leading us?"
"Because
she's more use underground,” Penny said with a smile, “and because Natalya is
more than competent in her own right."
"I get
that darling," Helen asked, "but again I'll ask that question, why
Jayne?"
"Didn't
you ever hear of the White Mamba?" Penny said quietly.
"Jayne is
the Mamba?" Helen looked shocked. "but she seems so...well
normal."
“So do you, and
Kylie and Marina,” Penny said, “but you’re all deadly in your own ways.”
“So who is, or
was, the White Mamba,” Marina asked.
“One of the
most deadly assassins in the UK,” Helen said, “specialised in taking out those
the law cannot touch. I heard she had
retired – and saying that, why doesn’t it surprise me Madame has employed her…”
“Well, leave
that for the moment – we have a party tonight, remember?”
1.30 pm BST
Leicester Square
“So when is
your flight back tomorrow,” Ama asked as she sat with Maisha and Nyala in a
booth in the Mexican restaurant.
“At one
tomorrow afternoon – I should be home in time for supper, but I have to say I
have enjoyed every minute of my stay,” Nyala said as she picked up a stuffed
pepper and bit into it.
“Well, it has
been a pleasure to have you stay with me sister,” Maisha said, “and for Ama to
join us for some of the time as well.”
“Well, I am glad
I was able to – and now we have this week, a trip to Naples, and back for
another wedding before I meet my team to play in the tournament.”
“So when will
you see Uma again?”
“This weekend,
her foster mother and she are coming to spend the day with me and Mom. Then we hope to have them over when they have
a holiday in October.”
“That will be
nice,” Ama said, “unless it is when we have our Halloween party.”
“I am not sure
– but we will see. So what will you do
when you return for the rest of the summer Nyala?”
“I still help
at the shelter – some women are still coming in there – but I also will help at
a summer sports camp.”
“Well, I will
be joining Ama at the weddings, one as a bridesmaid,” Maisha said, “but then I
return to New York with Aunt Shirley for a few weeks.”
“Well, we have
some interesting times ahead of ourselves,” Nyala said as the starters were
cleared, “but first we see the show this afternoon, and then go to your house
for one last meal Maisha.”
“As I want it
to be,” Maisha said with a smile, “as I want it to be.”
2.30 pm BST
As they left
the restaurant, Maisha looked over and said “Dr McAdam – what brings you down
here?”
"Hello
Maisha, and why aren't you at home working?" Agnes smiled as she came over.
"Because
you told me that I was entitled to a summer holiday Dr McAdam," Maisha
grinned back. "Why aren't you working though?"
"Actually
I am Maisha, I am heading to the Department for International Development to
purchase some of their publications for my new office. Their offices are
only in Whitehall, but I thought I'd look in at my school on the way."
"Your
school?" Ama asked.
"Oh I'm
sure Caroline has told you about the place I run to try and help runaway kids
Ama."
"She has. I think it is a wonderful thing you are doing."
"I am
willing to bet that of all the young ladies I've met, that you probably
understand the desperation in these children the most."
“Indeed –
perhaps we can visit one day when I am free, but sadly Nyala returns tomorrow.”
“We’ll see what
we can do – where are you going now?”
“I have tickets
for the matinee of Phantom,” Maisha said.
“Well, enjoy
the show – we’ll talk soon…”
2.30 pm BST
Xavier International
“Okay Miss
Harker – I have a question,” Charlotte said as she came into Penny’s office.
“The dresses
look amazing Char, so don’t…”
"Not
that… Why do they call Jayne the White
Mamba Penny, and why was I never told she was a top assassin?"
Smiling, Penny
replied "Because you didn't need know that fact Charlotte."
"One day I'll find out all the secrets in this place," Charlotte sighed
as she waved her arms. "Seriously though who would have thought that our
rather quiet head of Human Resources was a top hitwoman?"
"Remember
- hiding in plain sight Charlotte..."
"I
know," Charlotte broke in, "but my other question - why do they call
her the White Mamba?"
"Because
snakes, and snake venom are her preferred way of dispatching her victims."
"Wow!"
"Snakebites
can often pass as accidents, and snake venom is not something the coroners look
for while doing a standard toxicology screen. The delay usually gives Jayne a
chance to be a long way away when they work out cause of death, and that it was
murder."
“So she really
does fit right in here?”
“Oh yes… Anyway, still up for the meal with Dom
later?”
“Sure - go from
here at about seven?”
6.30 pm BST
Trafalgar Square
“I thought I
said seven,” Charlotte said as she walked with Caroline and Penny down past St
Martins.
“I know – but
we decided to meet someone else,” Penny said as Charlotte saw Heather standing
outside the National Gallery.
“Hey,” she said
with a smile, “Fancy some shrimp? I hear
there’s a new restaurant around here that’s not too bad…”
“Okay – but
will we get in?”
“Of course we
will – I already made the reservation.
Come on – adventure awaits!”
7 pm BST
Chelsea
"So while
Roo and her girlfriends party the night away, what am I supposed to do
John?" Piet said as he drank his coffee.
"Well how about a nice dinner at my club, and then maybe a couple of games
of snooker...You do play don't you?"
"Yes, but
not that well," Piet laughed.
"Oh good
you sound about my standard then," John laughed back.
"So which
club John?"
"Well I
belong to a couple,” John said, “but the best food is to be had at
Brooks."
"In St
James St?"
"You know
the place then?"
"Well that's put it this way - I've walked past it, but I've never been
inside. I think it's a bit exclusive for a mere South African journalist."
"Who I
suspect was put up by his father for membership of the Rand Club very early in
his life," John shook his head, "Piet old boy you cannot fool me, I
know enough of your background by now to see through this front as the good old
boy Afrikaner."
"Alright
you got me," Piet laughed again, "but honestly, while I probably have
guest privileges at several London clubs, I still prefer a good night at a
pub."
"Yes, but
being able to retreat to one’s club for a quiet evening is a privilege I think
you'll come to appreciate as you get older, young man."
"Probably,"
Piet smiled, "well it's a good thing I have my suit and tie on then."
"It
is...so do we have a plan."
"Ja we
have a plan Sir John."
“Good – drink
up…”
7.30 pm BST
Bayswater Road
“All right, all
right, I’m coming,” Agnes said as she walked to the main door, looking through
the spyhole first.
"Sherry? Now to what do I owe the pleasure of this
visit?" Agnes smiled as she opened the flat door.
"As much
as anything to these two young women Aggie," Sherry smiled as Aggie kissed
her on the cheek.
"Oh?"
Agnes shook hands with the two younger ladies, "and what can I do for you
girls?"
"It's more
like what can we do for you Dr McAdam," the taller of the two replied.
"That
sounds intriguing,” Agnes said as she closed the door. “Well, come through, and pardon the mess,
I've spent the afternoon shopping."
"Aggie,"
Sherry shook her head at the sight of the books spread everywhere, "this
looks just like our old rooms at Oxford."
"I know,
but I got to reading something, and then I needed some cross
references..."
"Some
things will never change," Sherry grinned.
"Anyway
clear some space on the chairs for yourselves girls, and tell me what I can do
for you."
"Well as
Jemima said, it's more what we can hopefully do for you," the smaller of
the two women sat down as Tippy Toes jumped off and went to sit in her basket.
"I'm Georgina Hope, and I'm the current President of the Ashington
Club..."
"While I'm
Jemima Wolesey, the current Secretary," the tall brunette explained.
"While
they explain what they want to say, I'll go make tea and coffee." Sherry
smiled.
"It's a
pleasure to meet you both...but my question is why would you wish to see me...I
got the message from the club many years ago that I was not wanted?"
"We read
the article on you in the Sunday Times," Georgina spoke, "and well I
was very impressed at what you had done with your life."
"Not many
people have said that before," Aggie smiled slightly.
"I knew
from the records it was you had founded the Ash Dr McAdam," Jemima
continued, "and well in light of the article we the current undergraduate
members had a meeting."
"The
upshot of which is, that we'd like to offer that you resume your life
membership."
"That's
nice Jemima, but I wrote the rules myself, and I can only be reinstated by a
unanimous vote of ALL members...both past and present."
"Which we
have done," Georgina spoke, "we canvassed every single member we
could get hold of, and there was not a single objection."
"Not
one?" Aggie asked as a tear came to her eyes.
"Not a
one," Sherry came in with the tea and coffee pots, "and I know
because I helped them do the canvas."
"So the
Ashington Dining and Social Association would very much like it if their
founder would resume her position as a life-member."
"Ladies,
I'm not quite sure what to say..." Agnes started to cry
8.30 pm CET
Munich
"So tell
us all about working with Antonio Bell Suzie?" Sigi asked as they all sat
with Klaus in one of the drawing rooms.
"It was
unbelievable," Suzie yawned.
"Unbelievably
good, or unbelievably bad?" Klaus said as he looked up from cradling Mags.
"Both."
"How can
it be both?"
"Oh with
him it can Your Highness," Suzie smiled, "and just to think I have
another day of it tomorrow."
"What she
means really," Mary said as she held Rudi, "is that while they
produced some truly memorable images, the Maestro seemed to bitch and complain
about every single little thing."
"My
fencing coach at prep school was like that," Sigi grimaced, "I was
national age group epee champion, and she still was on my ass constantly."
8.15 pm BST
The Piccadilly Pavilion
"So no
Carina tonight Juliette?" Jan asked as they both sat at the bar.
"No, they
have their heat to race in the morning, she should be just about curling up in
bed with her research on the other crews."
"Well
she's going to miss a great party tonight," Katy looked round as others
started to arrive.
"It looks
that way Katy," Annie grinned, "It looks like a fun bunch, even if I
don't know most of them." The women
were wearing party frocks, or tight jeans and tops, standing and talking to
each other.
“Well, I should
have known you might make it here,” Eleanor said as she approached a brown
haired woman, standing with a slightly taller woman, both wearing jumpers and
tight leather trousers.
“Well met by moonlight,”
the woman said as she smiled, “Cassie, meet Captain Eleanor Ball. Eleanor, my wife Cassie Craig.”
“Pleasure,”
Cassie said as they shook hands, “so where do you know Charlotte from?”
“Oh our paths
have crossed…”
"Does the
mother of the bride usually come to things like this Francesca?" Shirley
laughed as she passed the Marchesa her drink.
"Probably
not, but I've never yet turned down an invitation to a fun party."
"And I can
bear witness to that Shirley," Marianne smiled.
"As can
I," another woman spoke.
"Natalya!
You made it," Francesca embraced her German friend.
“Of course –
I’m helping a few friends out with things.
So, an eclectic bunch?”
“Indeed…”
“All right
people,” Peri called out, “they’re on their way…”
Leicester Square
“Okay, that was
good shrimp,” Charlotte said as she walked with her friends towards Piccadilly,
“so what do you fancy now? A drink?”
“I know a place
just down here – serves Chateau de Ros,” Caroline said as they approached the
Criterion, “why don’t we pop in?”
“Okay – so what
do they call it,” Charlotte said as they went through a side door.
“Well,” Heather
said, “it’s called Myvri endewil graa gvier.”
“That sounds
like bad Afrikaans, Hea...” Charlotte
looked at the three of them and said “oh no, no no no…”
“Yes yes yes,”
Caroline said as Heather and Penny opened the doors, and they propelled
Charlotte in to the voice of Francesca calling out “HERE SHE IS!”
“What the
hell…” Charlotte looked at the
brightly-lit room, with the banner saying “GOOD LUCK CHARLOTTE!”
“Right – get
this on, get this down.”
Charlotte
looked at the sash reading “Bride in Training” and then at the two girls
smiling at her. “Wendy? Charlene?
Where the hell have you two been hiding?”
“Never mind –
start drinking,” Charlene said as he handed Charlotte a glass, “this is your
night!”
"So are
you enjoying London Jo?" asked Lily.
"She is
since Curt arrived yesterday," Sandy smiled.
"What have
you done with him tonight?"
"He's in
bed..."
"Recovering
from Jo being in bed with him earlier," Holly giggled, "poor boy was
tired out for some reason."
“Can’t think
why…”
"Aren't we
a bit old for an event like this?" Glenda looked round as the three women
entered the room, wearing short dresses.
"Speak for
yourself," Nessa laughed.
"What is
that old saying?" Margaret laughed, "you are only as old as..."
"The man
you are feeling?" Nessa offered an ending.
"Maybe..."
Maggie started to laugh. “Come on, we’re
with friends, let’s let our hair down a bit…”
"Okay Wendy
and Charlene, meet Ally and Nell Rochermann, I'm pretty sure that you've heard
of each other on the International winds of infamy." Charlotte grinned.
"Is she
implying we all have bad reputations?" Ally laughed.
"Well if
we haven't then we've all been doing something wrong," Wendy laughed. “We’ve heard of you though…”
"Oh my
goddess," Charlotte shook her head as she left her friends taking to the
Rochermanns, and joined Heather. "The
Terrible Two, and the New York Sluts in the same room - have all the men of
London been warned?"
"Remember
Nell is taken Charlotte."
"I know
Heather but what about Ally and them?"
“Well, all I
can say is they had better watch out…”
“Praise the
Lord for lifts,” Jeannie said as she wheeled herself in, wearing a black
leather bustier and silver mini-skirt.
“Hey BS – up on
a stool,” Ally asked.
“Please – then
at least I can talk to everyone…”
"Barbara
that skirt is almost indecent," Shirley shook her head at the sight of her
friend in the tiny leather mini and her high heeled boots.
"Hey blame
Jeans, she picked this out for me to wear, it's actually one of hers."
“Well it suits
you as well,” Shirley said with a smile.
"So how
was your shoe shoot BS?" Abby asked as Jeannie got comfortable.
"Oh not so
bad Stick, I've done a lot worse."
"Meaning
you've done a lot better?"
"Yeah, it
got sorta boring, they had me changing outfits for different shoes, but too
many of the poses were just me in my chair...I explained I can sit on bar
stools, swings, etc, but they weren't over interested in my ideas."
"Well at
least you got paid a large fee."
"Yeah and
I did score a few free pairs for myself."
“Quite a group
you have here,” Sarina said as she stood with Charlotte, “and they all seem
good friends.”
“Well they
are,” she said as she saw Holly take Sands onto the dance floor. “And believe me, they don’t let anything get
in the way of fun.”
"So I see
– that young girl on the floor with the small blonde?”
“Sands? What about her?”
“How old is
she?" Piet's sister asked as she shook her head.
"Thirteen
and a very little," Charlotte smiled, "the shorter girl is her
girlfriend I sort of think."
"Why only
sort of think?"
"Because
Holly also has a steady boyfriend."
"Well it
looks like they are in love," the South African looked as the two
Americans held each other very tight and danced.
"Oh this
is going to be FUN!" Marina laughed as she, Kylie, Maddie and Emma
arrived.
"Tell me about it darling," Kylie said as she started to lead them
through the crowd towards the bar.
"You got
here," Caroline smiled.
“Sorry – busy
day darling.”
"Where is
Ama?" yelled Maddie above the music.
"Over
there dancing with Itsy Buthelezi, and a couple of the other African women,
she's trying to introduce them to some of the British and American
contingent."
“Alright can
someone explain to me why a one-legged Australian Aboriginal is here?"
Catriona asked Penny as she looked at the group at one table.
"Because
she's one of Charlotte's best friends...Her name is Sunburst McRae, and just
like your late husband, she's a genuine heroine, they gave her the George Cross
for what she did in Iraq."
"I place
her now," Cat smiled. "And the rather quieter woman?"
"Is Helga
Svenson - another friend of Charlotte's from her work in Africa. Both of them have helped Marianne Vosloo with
the horse ranch she is opening."
"Whatever
you are planning for me Kay love, please let it be a little quieter than
this." Sue shouted to be heard above the music.
"And what
makes you think we will be giving you a hen party?"
"The fact
that you and Penny were whispering to each other."
"Well we
might just have been exchanging a few ideas." Kay laughed. “But relax – this is not what we have in
mind…”
"These are
for you Charlotte," Jan grinned as she handed the bride-to-be a pair of
boxes.
"What are
they?" Charlotte asked as she opened the first box, and took out something
like a Barbie doll.
"Well that
is Eve," Jan laughed.
"And that
is Adam," Katy added as Charlotte lifted out a male doll with a long
beard.
"Now lift
up his beard," Jan chuckled.
"OH MY
GODDESS!" Charlotte burst into huge laughter, "that could make
Piet feel quite inadequate."
"They fit
together?"
"How
Jan?" Francesca asked, "Sorry forget I asked that, I get it,"
she laughed as her daughter demonstrated how it worked.
“Where did you
find these?”
“Amazing what
you can find off the Charing Cross Road…”
“Mind if I join
ye,” Catriona heard an Australian voice say, and she looked at the dark skinned
woman.
“Not at all –
have a seat.”
“Thanks - G'day
Miss Cuthbertson, I'm Sunburst McRae," The Aboriginal former soldier said
as she extended a hand.
"I
know," Catriona shook it, “I remember reading about your tremendous
bravery in Iraq.”
"Well it
was less than your husband did in Kosovo, we were both just trying to keep
innocents out of harm’s way, at least I wasn't under fire."
"No just imminent danger from land mines." Cat shook her head.
"Yeah,
they are nasty little buggers," she looked down at her amputated leg. “Look what one did to me!”
"Please,” Catriona said quietly, “call me Cat Miss McRae?"
"Only if
you call me Sunburst."
"It's a
deal," Cat smiled. "Can I ask where your George Cross is?"
"At my
Mums, I personally can't stand the bloody thing."
"Why?"
"Because
everyone makes a big fuss about it, and be honest I was only doing my job, so
it seems a little too much."
"Do you
know I've never even seen Jamie's Victoria Cross,” Cat said quietly. “I took it from Her Majesty, but I never
opened the box, and as quickly as I could I gave it to his mother."
"He told
you that he'd be home safely didn't he?” For once all the jolliness vanished
from Sunburst's face.
"He promised
me..." Catriona let a couple of tears come.
"I told me
Dad just the same thing, and well I did get home, even if with a bit missing,
but I understand how heartbreaking it must have been for you."
"Why did
he have to be so bloody brave?"
"Because there
are some of us who can't sit by and watch in times of trouble. I always say I
was being stupid in Basra, but those kids were so scared I just couldn’t wait
for the anti-mine guys, I had to get them out before they accidentally set them
off because they were all so agitated. Your old man probably just thought the
same thing, lives were in danger...and he just happened to be there...For some
of us it’s just a bloody reflex action."
“Damn stupid
thing to have.”
“True – but we
have it, and we did what was right.
Times like that, promises tend to get forgotten – but I’m sure he was
thinking of you as well.” Taking a
drink, she said “you got kids?”
“A daughter –
Jamie never met her, but she is his image.”
“Guess that was
tough?”
“I’m only now
dealing with it.”
“Well, at least
ye are – good for you.”
"How old
is she?" Caroline asked as she watched Glenda dance.
"Older than
I am," Shirley shook her head, "but damn she can still move can't
she?"
"You can
say that again...She and Nessa are putting most of these young kids to
shame."
"Well look
at Barbara dance as well," Shirley pointed out Jeannie's mother dancing
with Ama and Maisha, "Barb isn't exactly looking like she has two left
feet."
"Nope,"
Caroline smiled. "It's just nice to see so many of Charlotte's African
friends here, seeing her so much as the computer nerd, I forget that she's also
both tough and resourceful."
"I
remember your face when I said I was sending her to Geneva with you..."
"Yeah, but
I've learned a lot about her since then."
"About
who?" Francesca asked.
"Your
daughter Francesca,” Shirley said, “I was reminding Caroline of the negative
image of Charlotte before they did their first mission together."
"Yes
Carlotta fools a lot of people because she is so small, but James did a damn
good job teaching her confidence and self-reliance."
“Indeed,”
Caroline said, “he certainly did. So how
are the preparations in Naples coming along?”
“Well,
everything is ready at our end in terms of the church and the reception, and
her uncle flies over in a week to make the preparations. Security, however, is a nightmare, as you can
imagine.”
“Is it true His
Holiness will be in attendance?”
“He is – which
makes it even more interesting…”
"Enjoying
yourself Teacher?" Itsy asked as she took Helga a drink.
"Actually
I am,” Helga said with a smile, “I know I'm not dancing, but I love seeing
people have fun around me."
"There is
such a variety of people here."
"I know,
Charlotte really moves in two different worlds and they are meeting in this
room."
"This
reminds me of some of the wilder parties at Oxford when I was a student."
"It
reminds me of my university days as well."
"You know,”
Itsy said, “all the time that I've known you, I've never asked where you went
to university?"
Smiling, Helga
said "Uppsala, back home in Sweden."
"What did
you study?"
"Believe
it or not I studied biology, and then did a teacher’s certificate."
"I learn
something new every day," Itsy smiled. "So is that why you sometimes
just go out alone into the bush for a few hours?"
"Yeah, I'm
sort of fascinated by the fauna and flora of our little corner of
Botswana."
"As
someone once told me, every girl needs a hobby," Itsy smiled broadly.
"So what
are you talking about?" Karen Kumalo joined them.
"Helga is
telling me a few things about herself."
"Like she
is a great observer of things," Karen smiled, "not a lot escapes her
attention."
"Agreed."
"Are you
both implying that I'm a wall flower?" Helga laughed.
"No,"
Karen smiled, "but sometimes even naturalists have to do what comes
naturally," she laughed as she pulled Helga onto the dance floor.
Brooks
"And
that's the frame to you," John smiled as Piet potted the black.
"Well you
left me with a fairly easy clearance when you missed the green."
"The balls
still had to be potted though," John racked the reds up again.
"Snooker
is often just about that one unlucky break."
"Agreed,
but it also needs skill, you look like you play reasonably often."
"Not
snooker," Piet shook his head, "but I do play a bit of pool when I'm
out with the guys."
"Well it's
a simpler game, but it explains the cue skills."
"You
should see Roo play John."
"Is she
any good?"
"When she
can stand square, but it's hilarious sometimes watching her have to lean over a
table to make a shot."
"Well she
is tiny really," John grinned. "Nature gave her many things, but a
long reach wasn't one of them."
"True,
anyway John it's your break." Piet smiled as he chalked the tip of his
cue, and stood back.
The Piccadilly Pavilion
“Right then,”
Heather said into the microphone, “we think it’s time we saw just how
competitive Charlotte can be. Carina’s
not here, unfortunately, or she’d join in – so we need groups of three women,
and the one proviso is the must have gone to the same school!”
“Up for it,” Jo
said as she pulled Abby onto the dance floor.
“Holly – we
need a third Nun,” Nell called out.
“Come on Char –
we need you,” Wendy said as she and Charlene pulled her onto the floor.
“Are they doing
what I think they’re doing,” Shirley said to Catriona.
“I think so,”
Cat said, “come on – grab Margaret as well.”
“Francesca,”
Sigi said, “Aunt Natalya and I need you.”
“Why?”
“Because Diana
said no – over here.”
“All right
ladies,” Heather said, “the Charlotte Gordon rowing race is about to
begin. Get into position – Mister DJ,
suitable music!”
“Why one earth
am I agreeing to this,” Margaret said as she sat in front of Shirley, Catriona
behind her.
“And start when
the music begins – first crew to get to the other side of the floor wins…”
"You know
why I love it when Sigi is at a party?" Charlotte whispered to Penny.
"No."
"Because she's even smaller than I am."
"And a lot
younger looking," Penny laughed, "the bar have been quite happily
serving drinks to Alexandra, and to Katy, but from her they asked for ID?"
"I know,
it's ridiculous," Charlotte shook her head.
"Well I
reminded them that this is a private party, and that the Baroness is a mother
of three, so hopefully we won't have any more trouble."
"What are
you discussing girls?" Maddie joined them.
"The bar
staff not serving Sigi like that"
"I know
Penny, it's ridiculous really."
"Anyway
where is Emma?" asked Charlotte.
"I don't
know, last I saw she and Nessa were deep in conversation, I was wondering if
you'd seen her."
“Not me, but
those two…”
“What?”
“I hear music
and there’s no-one there…”
"Hey
that's Mick and Nessa's version," Jeannie started moving her upper half in
time to Rocking Good Way.
"Who says you can't dance BS?" Abigail smiled at her friend.
"Not
me," Barbara said as she held Jeannie's hand and helped her swivel on the
stool.
"See Stick
a chair or stool like this, and I'm well away," Jeannie laughed as her
mother twirled her round a couple of times.
"You know
that is so inspirational to see," Karen whispered in Ama's ear, "to
see her enjoying herself to the full despite her disability."
"I
know," Ama grinned, "Jeans finds she can do most things that she
wants to, even if sometimes like being swung on a seat to dance, they aren't
what the rest of us do."
"I can
see," the Matabele priestess looked round contentedly, "I wish I
could one day persuade her to visit Africa, we have so many people who lost
limbs, etc. I think it would help if they saw with their own eyes that no their
life is not over."
"Perhaps
the Sisters should sponsor a trip?" Ama weighed the thought in her mind
"So I
heard Curt had to cry uncle Jo," Abby said as she passed her friend a
drink.
"Yes, but
well let me say he earned his sleep," Jo smiled broadly.
"Ah the
power of love," Annie spoke.
"Talking
of..."
"Sex,"
Annie replied.
"Have you
and Carina resumed...well you know what I mean?"
"We
have," Annie laughed, "we took the doctor’s advice and took it
steady after the babies arrived, but we are enjoying life to the full
currently."
"That's
good," Jo said as she clapped Annie on the back.
"Well when
she's not too tired from training with the girls that is." Abby smiled
slyly.
"How are
they doing?"
"Tomorrow
morning will tell them a lot Cari says. They aren't expecting to win the heat,
but they want to see how close they can get to the Dutch pair."
"So
they'll be eliminated?"
"No they
get a second chance to qualify for the finals in what is called a repechage on
Friday. The girls reckon that if they can qualify out of that then they are on
track to maybe go to the Worlds."
"I'll keep
my fingers crossed," Jo held her hand up.
"And
hopefully I will get some great pictures." Abby added.
"So where
is the groom Shirley?" Juliette asked.
"John has taken
him to his club, and the plan is a very good meal, followed by a few frames of
snooker."
"Sounds
very civilized."
"Indeed."
"Do you
belong to a club?” Juliette smiled, "and you know I've never asked you
that before."
"Not
really," Shirley shook her head, "John has occasionally taken me to a
couple of his clubs, but I've never joined a ladies club."
"I know
Sandy belongs to clubs in both New York and Boston, she's taken us as her
guests there a couple of times."
"Aggie
told me a while back that she'd been expelled from her club here in
London."
"Can't she
reapply?"
"She
thinks there would still be people who'd black ball her."
"I don't
like that." Juliette shook her head.
"No
neither do I, but such is the way of the world…”
“Enjoying
yourself,” Doc said as she stood with Kylie.
“Surprisingly
yes Darling – the dresses are ready for next week, will arrive in Naples on
Monday, and we fly over on Tuesday once I’m happy with the other commission
over here.”
“Well, after
this weekend, I’m ready for a long break.
When do you get back to New York?”
“After Italy –
although I must come back for the Scottish wedding,” Kylie said as she sipped
her drink. “Perhaps we can meet then?”
“I’ll look
forward to it,” Doc said with a smile.
“Okay girls –
please allow the girl of the moment to speak – CHARLOTTE!”
Charlotte
smiled as she stood in front of the large television screen. "Ladies can I
thank you for coming to my party so very much," she smiled. "My Aunt
Marianne says that thanks to you all she has some interesting pictures of me to
show so that you all can see them."
"Did you
include the ones I sent you Marianne?" Wendy called out.
"Goddess I
hope not," Charlotte giggled.
"Oh now we
must see them," various people called out.
"Well I'll
yield the microphone to Aunt Marianne, and I will just remind her of how much
I've always loved her."
"That
isn't going to save you Charlotte," Annie yelled out.
"Well
let's start this with the photograph I know means most to Charlotte,"
Marianne said as she pressed some buttons on her device, "the only picture
ever taken of Charlotte with BOTH her parents."
As the photo of
Francesca cradling the infant Charlotte in her arms with James by her side came
on, various women started to applaud, many started to cry. Chief amongst which was Francesca as she
stood with Natalya.
"Now, thanks
to Sarina's parents I have the only known picture of Charlotte stark
naked," Marianne laughed as a picture of a 2 year old Charlotte came on
the screen, walking round the pool. "And I wonder if she still has that
cute little mole?"
"Hey I'm
not stripping off so you can check."
"Now this
is one of Charlotte and two of the friends she made in her first week at
school, and what I want to know Wendy and Charlene is whatever happened to
those two innocent little girls?"
“We grew up,”
Charlene called out as they saw the three girls in their open necked blouses
and skirts.
“As is
demonstrated by this,” Marianne said as a picture of the three of them petting
some goats came on.
"What's
wrong Francesca?" Natalya whispered in her friend’s ear.
"All these
wonderful pictures of Carlotta growing up Natty...and I'm not in one of
them."
"You couldn't
help that," her old friend said as she put an arm round her, “and haven't
been over this all far too many times already?"
"Yes...No...Oh
I don't know Natty, she's MY daughter, but its Marianne who knows all her
friends and was able to put together these pictures...NOT ME." Francesca
started to cry quietly, "her oldest friends had to be introduced to me, I
know virtually none of my own daughter’s friends."
"But you
know them now Francesca,” Natalya said quietly, “it's no use looking backwards,
what happened happened, what is important is what happens now."
“I know, but to
have missed so much…”
"Looks
like she's had Piet twisted round her little finger for a long while..."
Marianne smiled as up came a picture of Charlotte laying on a recliner next to
a swimming pool, with Piet serving her a drink.
“What she’s not
showing is what happened when Piet spilled the drink over her,” Charlotte said
as she looked round, “and how I dragged him into the pool with me.”
“And here’s
Charley on her way to her prep school dance…”
"Where's
Mama?" Charlotte looked round as everyone laughed at a picture of her
playing hockey at school.
"I haven't
seen her," Heather looked round.
"Shit I
should have said something at the start Heather..."
"What?"
"All these
pictures...and she isn't in them...She's probably in a corner crying."
As Charlotte
went off, Marianne said “More later, but for now, please welcome Emma and
Nessa, with an appropriate song.”
As she left the
stage, Emma and Nessa came up, both wearing wedding veils as the music started
and they harmonized.
Going to the chapel and we're gonna to
get married.
Going to the chapel and we're gonna to get married.
Gee, I really love you and we're gonna to get married.
Going to the chapel of love.
Nessa then stood forward and sang
Spring is here,
the sky is blue.
Whoa! the birds all sing as if they knew.
Today's the day, we'll say, "I do"
and we'll never be lonely anymore.
Emma than joined in again with the chorus, before continuing
Bells will ring,
the sun will shine.
Whoa, I'll be his and he'll be mine.
We'll love until the end of time
and we'll never be lonely anymore.
Because we're going to the chapel and
we're gonna get married.
Going to the chapel and we're gonna get married.
Gee, I really love you and we're gonna get married.
Going to the chapel of love.
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Going to the chapel of love.
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Going to the chapel of love
“Mamma?”
Francesca
looked up from where she was sitting with Natalya, wiping her eyes as she said “Sorry,
Carlotta, but…”
“I understand –
and I’m sorry, I should have realised.
We can talk of those later – but will you come with me now please?”
Francesca
nodded as she took Charlotte’s hand, and walked with her up to the stage.
"Ladies
there is someone who should have been in some of those photos and who
wasn't...My mother...Look most of you know what happened - that she was
deported from South Africa and she and my father were divorced," Charlotte
started to cry..."Look I'm not much of a singer, but I want to sing hers
and my father’s song. Would Nessa and Emma join me up here, I've got the words
on the computer, and maybe they can make me sound better."
“You sure about
this,” Emma whispered.
“Yeah, I am,”
Charlotte said as the music began, and Francesca watched.
We have all the time in the world
Time enough for life to unfold
All the precious things love has in store
We have all the love in the world
If that's all we have
You will find we need nothing more
Every step of the way will find us
With the cares of the world far behind
us
Charlotte’s
voice was barely holding the tune as Nessa and Emma looked at each other, and
stood by her, signing softly.
We have all the time in the world
Just for love nothing more nothing less only love
Every step of the way will find us
With the cares of the world far behind us
We have all the time in the world
Just for love nothing more nothing less only love
“Thank you,”
Francesca whispered as Charlotte came down and hugged her.
"You know
Shirley, I've heard songs sung a lot better, but I'm not sure I've ever heard
one sung with such genuine feeling before. That was just so beautiful,"
Juliette sighed as she brushed back some tears.
"I
know," Shirley also wiped her eyes, "that ranks up there with Winston
giving Jeannie her first ever dance at my party that time as one of the most
wonderfully memorable things I ever saw."
"There
isn't a dry eye in the room darlings," Diana whispered.
"Carlotta
is an incredible young woman." Natalya smiled, "and you could tell
that came straight from her heart."
"Indeed,"
Shirley sipped her drink, "it was so wonderfully spontaneous and
unrehearsed."
"I
recorded it on my phone," Natalya looked at her device, "it will give
her and Francesca a wonderful souvenir of this."
"I think a
few people did," Heather wiped her eyes, "I'll get everyone to send
me what they got and I'll fit it all together for them both."
"Even the
bar staff stopped and listened." Sigi smiled happily, "pure
magic."
Brooks
"Would you
like a nightcap John?" Piet asked as they both put their jackets on.
"I think
so Pieter," John smiled as they made their way through to the bar,
"you know we will have to do that again?"
"Ja, we
are pretty evenly matched."
"Yes, and
we both had a couple of very nice breaks of over fifty." John smiled,
"I think that's the best I've played in a couple of years or so."
"Indeed."
Piet sat down in an armchair, "I think the atmosphere and setting helped
us both raise our game."
"That
could well be," John signalled to the waiter to bring a couple of brandies.
"This is a very historic building."
"Ja,” Piet
said as he looked round, “if these walls could talk I wonder what tales they
might tell?"
"Oh about
a lot of fortunes won and lost playing games of chance in the early
years..."
"And of
very important political discussions?"
"So they
say." John smiled again as their drinks arrived.
"Were your
family Whigs and Liberals John?"
"Yes, and
how did you work that out young man?"
"Oh I know
enough history to understand that a man belongs to Brooks and the Reform then
he reflects a certain political heritage...I'll bet you aren't a member of the
Carlton?"
"God
no," John laughed, "my ancestors would turn in their graves if I had
joined that place."
"And
that's how I guessed your ancestor’s politics Man." Piet laughed softly.
as he swirled his brandy in his glass.
"You are
right of course," John cupped his glass to warm it, "so I wonder how
our ladies are doing?"
Ireland
"Who was
that from Lizzie?" Aileen asked as they sat in the drawing room at Lardarn
Castle.
"My
mother, it seems she's rather enjoying this hen party she is at." Lizzie
smiled, "she's in a long queue for the ladies’ room so she can go repair
her face, everyone it seems has been crying."
"How can
you have a great time if everyone has been crying?" Aileen asked.
"Mummy
says there was a wonderfully emotional moment between the bride and her mother
that plucked at everyone’s heartstrings."
"Okay now
I understand I think."
"Reverting
to what we were talking about Lizzie, you think you'll be happy riding
Blaze?"
"Oh
certainly," Lizzie smiled, "he's a great ride, I just set him at his
fences and he popped them."
"Well I'm
glad you enjoyed yourself, and he should give you a couple of great days out
hunting, he's half Hanoverian half Thoroughbred." Eve explained.
"Plenty of
stamina in his bloodlines as well." Kit finished her warm milk. "Well
I suppose Mummy will be ready to head back to the Dower House?"
"Once they
finish playing bridge." Eve stood up. "I wonder how much she and
Mummy have won from Father and Mr Casey?"
"Not much
probably," Aileen smiled, "they only play for small stakes."
The Piccadilly Pavilion
Marina smiled
as she looked round, before she heard a Scandinavian voice say "Your name
is Marina isn't it, you work for Complete Style magazine?"
"I do, and
you are?"
"I'm
Helga, I know Charlotte from Africa."
"Okay now
I place you, the Marchesa was pointing out people to me earlier," Marina
smiled at the Swedish woman, “so what do you do in Africa?"
"Oh I've
done some teaching, I've worked with a couple of charities, and currently I'm
helping Marianne to put together her riding academy cum ranch."
"You are
multi-talented then."
"As I
heard you are. Someone said you speak seven languages."
"Well I
try," Marina blushed, 'you probably speak a few yourself?"
"English,
German, and of course Swedish..."
"Plus
several African tribal languages and dialects." Marianne joined them.
"Teacher as we call her is a lady of many facets."
"Oh I
wouldn't say that."
"I
would," Liz Egwegwe said as she joined them.
"So Marina
what is your exact job?" Marianne asked.
"I work
for the Global Editor of CS as one of her PA's."
"Now that
sounds very cool." Liz smiled.
"It's not
bad, I get on well with Anna, the only fly in the ointment is that the senior
PA doesn't like me."
"That is
not great," Liz shook her head, "it can spoil the whole harmony of an
office.'
"Well I'm
hoping it will work out."
"You are
also Kylie Mitchell's flatmate I hear?" Teacher smiled, "that must be
wonderful."
"Yes it
is," Marina laughed. “She’s a
great kid, and we seem to complement each other well.”
"So Wendy
what was my daughter like growing up?" Francesca asked.
"Want the
truth Marchesa?" Wendy said as she looked at Charlotte dancing with Peri.
"Please."
"She put
up a great front, but I know she cried a lot because unlike us all she didn't
have a mother."
Francesca
looked shocked as she said "Truthfully?"
"Cross my
heart."
"But
Marianne...her father..."
"Could
only do so much,” Charlene said, “my Mother tried to help as well, but
Charlotte wanted so much to be have the relationship most of her friends had
with their Mothers."
"Oh!"
"She told me what it was like for you and your Mother earlier," Wendy
smiled, "that's what she so badly missed in her life."
"I guess
so,” Francesca said as she looked down, “I know though she never met her, that
my Mama desperately wanted to give Carlotta all the help in life she
could."
"Hence
those wonderful wedding arrangements."
"Si."
Francesca smiled. "So where did you live?"
"Well
Piet's family lived one side, we lived on the other side."
"Hence why
you had all those pictures?"
"Yes,"
Wendy nodded.
"Was
Charlotte...well...did she?"
"Have a
lot of boyfriends like me and Charl?" the South African grinned, "no
Piet was always her one and only, when he was away at school we tried setting
her up with other boys, but she was never interested."
"We
haven't fitted in that climbing we hoped to," Caroline spoke loudly over
the music as she danced with Charlotte, Annie, and Janice.
"Well
we've all been so busy." Annie shouted back.
"I don't
think Piet would like me going climbing while I'm pregnant anyway."
Charlotte swung and swayed to the music.
"It's why
I'm glad you are sitting behind a computer with Heather the next couple of
nights." Caroline said in a tone that was barely audible.
"So is my
Mama."
"What have
you told Piet?" asked Janice.
"That I'm
spending a couple of nights with Mama...which in some ways is true...family
time."
"Well
according to others that's just what we are...one large family." Annie
smiled.
"So where
will Ama be?"
"Biting
her nails at Shirley's I suspect, she's staying there while we work."
"But what
about John Caroline?"
"He is
spending two days in Milan."
"That's
rather convenient," Janice smiled.
"Isn't it
just," Charlotte laughed aloud.
“Well, it seems
we are not alone,” Ally said as she and Nell sat with Wendy and Charlene.
“True –
although your reputation is legendary.
But you are dating Mick Harron Nell?" Charlene looked impressed.
"Yes."
"Have you been on this tour with him?"
"Yes,"
Nell nodded.
"What is
that like?" Wendy asked. Nell
sighed as she took a drink, and said "Both wonderful and terrible all at
once..."
"Explain
please?"
"Oh Mick
is wonderful, and I know we are both in love,” Nell said as she sat back, “but
the constant travel, and the girls throwing themselves at him gets on your
nerves very quickly."
"That I
can understand," Charlene nodded, "I've dated a couple of famous
South African rugby players and it’s the same thing."
"I can
imagine."
"So has
the tour finished?"
"One more
date and then his family and mine are retreating to the peace and quiet of his
family home."
"Ah, well
at least you have that to look forward to."
"Yes,"
Nell smiled as she looked to the door.
“What the…”
“Is there a
Charlotte Gordon here? Charlotte
Gordon?”
The room parted
as Charlotte looked at the tall man, dressed in a white naval uniform, and then
looked at Peri as she said “No, don’t tell me you booked him?”
“I have no idea
who he is,” Peri said with her hand on her heart, “Tanera, on the other hand…”
The DJ started
to play You Can Leave Your Hat On as he walked over, tossing his hat into
Francesca’s hands as he looked at the small redhead.
10 pm BST
Ballysatten
"So what
was John doing while you had your little girls’ night?" Tamsin asked as
they sat in the old house.
"Watching
television, but none of us fancied the film he wanted to watch so we just sat
and talked." Kits replied.
"Let me
guess at what you talked about - horses, weddings, and boys."
"That just
about sums it up Mummy...How did you guess?"
"Well
while it may seem it was years ago to you darling, I was once sixteen
myself."
"Yes but
that was in ancient times..."
"It wasn't
that long ago Miss," Tamsin laughed.
"Anyway
did you and Aunt Paula win as usual?"
"Of
course."
"I don't
know why Uncle Tom and Mr Casey both keep playing you."
"I think
because we all enjoy it, and old Mr Casey likes getting out and socialising
with people. Since his wife died he's been alone you know."
"I
remember his daughter just about...why did she move to America?"
"Because
she fell in love with an American” Tam smiled, “but her father does miss her
now he's alone."
"Well
romance is in the air this summer, we will just have to find him a lady of his
age." Kit smiled broadly.
"Darling
he's 72." Tam rolled her eyes.
The Piccadilly Pavilion
"There are
three Countesses of Sithwell then Catriona?" Jayne asked as she sat with
Catriona, Francesca and Sue at a table.
"I suppose
so,” Cat said with a smile. “My
mother-in-law and I are both the Dowager Countess technically, my daughter
Elizabeth is the true Countess."
"It's the
same situation as in my family," Abby nodded her head, “both my Mother and
Grand-Mere are dowagers and I'm the actual Countess."
"Just
so," Cat sipped her wine, "it gets confusing, so that's why
professionally I'm just Catriona Cuthbertson."
"Charlotte
on the other hand will only become Marchesa di Cambrello on my death,"
Francesca looked proudly at her daughter across the room.
"Well that
makes it a little easier," Jayne smiled.
"I just
can't believe the range of backgrounds of the people here," Sue shook her
head, "I asked Kay at one point what the hell someone like me is doing
here."
"Putting
herself down again," Catriona smiled. "Sue you are marrying into one
of this country's proudest aristocratic families...again...Darling I don't
think you need have anything of an inferiority complex."
"Yes but
you all know my background."
"As I've
said before," Francesca waved her arm, "that is irrelevant."
“I think we
should make a move soon,” Juliette whispered to Diana.
“Agreed ma
Cherie – I’ll let Abigail know if you can get Jo to inform the youngsters.” As Diana walked across, Juliette walked over
to where Charlotte and Francesca were standing.
“We need to go
now – but thank you for inviting us, and we’ll see you on the day.”
“Of course –
safe travels,” Charlotte said as Juliette kissed her on both cheeks, and then
joined Sigi and the others.
“Early night
for all of them?”
“They’re going
to watch Carina race tomorrow, so an early start…”
Thursday 14th July
9 am BST
Dorney Lake, near Windsor
"Alright
one more time we go over the race plan girls," Carina said as they stood
outside the boathouses, looking down the course.
"We try
and worry Maartjie, Eva, and Marloes as they do their usual thing and blast of
the stake boats by sticking with them if we can for the first 500," Kelsey
spoke.
"Then we
settle to our own pace through the middle 1,000..."
"And we
try and come back at them in the last 500 Molly, hoping that we have forced
them to use excess energy in getting away from us early." Carina finished.
"We got
lucky in the draw, the Brazilians, Luxembourgers and Estonians aren't that
good, so we can concentrate on racing the Dutch girls," Molly nodded.
"Alright
let’s go get changed and launch the boat." Carina smiled.
"So enjoyed yourself at last night’s party Moms?" Ingrid grinned as
Juliette joined her in the stands wearing dark glasses.
"Shirley
assures me that I did." Juliette sat down carefully. “I personally do not remember too much of
it.”
"That's good at least, I heard it was a fabulous party."
"It was
that," Shirley joined them.
"So where
is Abigail?"
"On the
press boat, she will follow a couple of the races from there." Ingrid
looked through her binoculars and saw the tall blonde got on.
"It was
good of John to get her the press pass Shirley," Juliette looked round her
at the few fans watching, "not a huge turnout I see."
"No but I
hear finals day will attract a good crowd Moms."
"Alright lock and load ladies," Carina laughed as she adjusted her
microphone as she lay down in the boats stern.
"Ready,"
Kelsey shouted back.
"Locked
in." Molly called out.
"Okay let’s
push off and slowly make our way down the course please." Carina checked
as they cleared the dock, "alright our normal routine girls, long slow
strokes to extend those muscles."
"They don't look like they are having a lot of fun yet," Ingrid
looked through her binoculars again.
"No they
look very business-like and focussed," Shirley observed.
"This is a
very big thing for all three of them," Juliette said as she poured some
coffee out of a thermos. "Their first real test against an acknowledged
world-class crew.'
"That was
what was worrying Cari at breakfast Moms," Ingrid took some coffee.
"How bad
were her nerves darling?"
"Pretty awful."
"What a
contrast to tonight," Shirley thought to herself, "when she will be
ice cool...or at least the Beast will be."
"Have the
girls appreciated having you to drive them Ingrid?" Shirley spoke aloud.
"They said
they have, and I've enjoyed being even a little member of the team."
"Talking
of little..."
"I know, I
know," Sigi grimaced, "but at least I made it here in time to see the
race."
"Better
late than never," Juliette laughed gently.
"So what
did I miss?"
"Nothing
they are just warming up as they go down to the start, Cari is getting them
doing practice starts right at this second," Ingrid resumed watching
through the field glasses.
“Good work
girls,” Cari said as she looked round, “time to head for the starting docks…”
“They’re getting
into position,” the photographer from the Times said as Abby checked her
lenses. “Mind if I ask a question?”
“Sure.”
“What is a
world famous model doing on this boat with her camera?”
“Building my
summer portfolio for the start of my degree in Photography at Cooper Union –
I’m following the US boat team.”
“Good place to
learn,” he said with a smile, “good luck…”
"Okay
ladies, remember the Dutch will be to your left, us in Lane 2, them in Lane
3...Just concentrate please on your rowing, I'll tell you just how we are
doing." Cari issued her final orders as they maneuvered into their
position and the official held the boat’s stern.
"Good
Luck," Carina glanced over and spoke to the Dutch cox.
"And to
you."
"Any
second now," Abby stood with her camera firmly focussed on her friends.
"They are
all but ready," Sigi looked down the course as Carina dropped her arm to signify
that her crew were set.
"Come on
Girls," Juliette whispered to herself, "you can do this."
"Let them
go, let them go," Abby whispered under her breath as the tension rose.
"This is
torture," Diana looked through her binoculars.
"Steady
ladies," Carina whispered.
"Okay the
last hand went down," Ingrid spoke.
"Any
moment," Carina spoke.
"This
should be it," Shirley spoke.
"NOW!"
Carina shouted as the boat was released and the start signalled. The boats moved off, Abby taking a couple of
pictures as the press boat followed along.
"Well?"
Klaus asked eagerly as the crowd cheered.
"Second by
just under a length," Juliette high fived Sigi as she spoke on the phone,
"far better than I think then they were predicting."
"Well
congratulate all three of them for me then."
"When they
are finished I will, they are just rowing back to the dock."
"So they
race again Friday afternoon?"
"Yes, and
then hopefully in the final on Sunday."
"So are
you flying home or extending your stay?"
"Extending,
so just profoundly apologize to Mary and Suzie for me, I'm not being much of a
hostess from this distance."
"Oh I
don't think they are that worried,” Klaus said with a laugh, “Suzie is still
trying to figure out how she makes The Maestro actually happy."
"Tell her
he's just in one of his moods, that I saw yesterday’s pictures and she truly
looks magnificent."
"She did
didn't she, very unlike the tall young teenager she is in real life."
"Yes she
looked both mature and very sexy."
“All right then
– I’ll talk to you later tonight.”
“I miss you,”
Ju said with a smile as she ended the call.
“Come on, let’s go and meet them.”
"You have
improved," the Dutch girls smiled as they shook hands with the Americans
on the dock side, "that was not the race we thought we were going to
have."
"We
surprised you eh?" Kelsey grinned, as both lifted their boats from the
water.
"Made us
go harder than we thought we'd have to," Maartjie Oosterhuis shook her
head.
"Nice
tactical plan," Marloes van der Riet, the Dutch cox, said with a smile as
she shook Cari's hand, "you did your research on us."
"Well I
tried," Carina blushed.
"And
it nearly worked," Eva Bakker said as she and Maartjie hoisted their
boat overhead to take back into the boat shed, "we will have to factor you
in for the final."
"If we
make it," Molly laughed as she and Kelsey too carried the racing shell
inside.
“Well done you
three,” Abby said as they came out, “Mom and the others are on their way, and
we’re heading into town to get an early lunch.”
Noon BST
Windsor
"What's
that expression the English use? Calm as a millpond?" Carina looked up
from her food, "the conditions were basically so perfect I could have put
the steering on autopilot."
“It meant she
could concentrate on calling the race tactically," Molly smiled happily,
"and she did that to perfection."
"A lot of
the journalists on the press boat were very surprised," Abby sipped her
drink, "they thought you'd be second before the race...but many lengths
back."
"Well, all
three Dutch girls have won medals in major championships in various boats, and
according to who you read, most experts have them in the world’s top three
coxed pairs," Kelsey looked very pleased, "Rowing USA will certainly
take notice of what we did today."
"And they
will nominate you to go to the World Championships?" Sigi asked.
"I think
we will need a few more excellent races to prove this wasn't a flash in the
pan," Kelsey paused for thought, "but it definitely puts us in the
mix."
"Well you
both know tonight and tomorrow that Abs and I have to fit in photo shoots in
London don't you?" Carina asked.
"Yes we
know you have a career as well Specs," Molly looked at her, "just be
back in time in the morning so we can have a light training session."
"Oh I'll
be back, that you can count on." Carina grinned.
"I'll make
sure she is," Juliette touched her daughters hand, “and ready to compete…”
1 pm BST
North London
"You know
I don't normally ask Susan...but?"
"You and
April will enjoy yourself," Susan smiled as her daughter played with the
Koala that Rose had brought back from Australia, "the next two nights will
be Grandma time."
"You know
very well that isn't what I meant."
"I know
Mum,” Susan whispered, “and fanks for worryin' but 'onest - all goes as it
should, and the worse fing that will 'appen is that I get a lot of achin'
muscles from lifting."
"And if it
don't go as it should luv?"
"I should
still be fine Mum."
"I fink I
was 'appier when I didn't know what you did."
"She will
be fine Rose...really." Clint smiled reassuringly.
“Still – come
back safe Saturday, and we’ll talk…”
1 pm BST
The Savoy
“And what are
you doing,” Sandy said as she came into the room.
"I'm just
checking the gathering places one last time lover," Heather looked up from
her computer, "I'm patched into the traffic cameras and some security
networks, but I can't see anything out of the ordinary going on."
"That's
good," Sandy smiled, "so no last minute hitches to speak of?"
"Only a
few hangovers from last night’s party."
"That I
can understand," Sandy's smile turned into a laugh, "I woke up with a
fairly decent one myself."
"So where
are the kids?"
"On the
train to Sheffield where Mandy will collect them and take them to Ordford
Castle."
"It was
convenient they had a standing invitation to visit."
"I know,
and I know that both our daughter and Holly are looking forward to seeing
Pepsi."
"While
George gets to hang out with Billy..."
"While we
do other, and far naughtier things," Sandy caressed her girlfriend’s soft
hair.
“Indeed – you
need to get ready and head off soon…”
1 pm BST
Xavier International
"Are the
vans fully operational Natalya?" Penny asked as the Russian came into her
office.
"They look
to be, I've just had the techs give them one last check."
"Good...Look
I know you are probably disappointed you won't be below ground, but really you
are actually doing something far more important."
"I know
Penny, but if nothing does happen then this could be two very long and boring
nights."
"Well
let's hope and pray that they are...Anyway did you meet Louise?"
"I did,
and she had drinks with Tamiko last night...Nothing happened, they talked about
what happened in Tokyo...they talked about Louise's operation..."
"No hints
as to what she's up to?"
"According
to Louise not a one."
"Crap, I
was hoping she might accidentally drop a hint."
"Tamiko
Tanaka is far too much of a professional to do that," Natalya shook her
head.
"I
know," Penny thought hard, "our surveillance team do know to make
sure they know just where she and her goons are once the operation
starts?"
"Jill
assures me they'll be able to do it."
“Well, I hope
so…”
1 pm BST
Ireland
"Well how
did this morning go darling?"
"Wonderfully
Mummy," Lizzie looked contentedly into the computer. "We went out
riding on the Lardarn estate and I have to say Blaze is a wonderful horse to
ride. Eve says he was a handful before he was gelded, but he seems to me to be
just about a perfect mount to go hunting on."
"So what
do they have sorted out for me to ride?"
"A mare
called Cruella..."
"Cruella,"
Cat jumped in, "they do know how little I ride nowadays?"
"Yes,"
Lizzie smiled, "and she gets her name from a grey streak in her mane...not
he temperament. Aunt Paula uses her as her second mount."
"Alright
that sounds hopeful."
"Anyway
Mummy what are you doing tonight?"
"A very,
VERY quiet dinner at your Aunty Shirley's. While John is in Italy she's invited
a couple of old friends over."
"Well it
sounds depressingly quiet to me, but you make sure you have fun."
"Oh I
will, but a little less than last night I think...I got up with a hangover, and
that only happens..."
"When you
have an EXTREMELY good time," Lizzie laughed.
1 pm BST
The Bank
"You are
up early Bobby darling?" Agnes smiled as she sat in her new offices.
"I'm
having the Residence fumigated after last night."
"Oh he was
as bad as you thought he might be?"
"WORSE!"
"Oh
dear."
"God help
us all if he is elected President."
"He does
say some ominous things."
"Yes, but
if that was all I could live with that, there are some politicians with what
are distinctly odd policies, at least to me, who personally I rather
like."
"But
he..."
"Is
indescribably bad, he is boastful, egotistical, conceited..."
"As well
as having antediluvian views on women?"
"Exactly,
"Lady Roberta sighed, "anyway the reason I rang is to see if there is
any news?"
"Only that
Sue and Colin are flying up to Glasgow Saturday morning. Other than that it's
been pretty quiet."
“Good – any
word on Catherine?”
“No – Donnie’s
going to see her this afternoon…”
2 pm BST
The Priory
“Now, Your Lordship,”
Serena said as she stood with Donald and the doctor, “just go in, be sociable,
and talk as you normally would. We will
be watching.”
“Okay then,”
Donald said as he looked through the two-way glass, “how has she been today?”
“The same as
usual,” the doctor said, Donald nodding as he picked up the flowers, and left
the room.
Catherine
looked up as she heard the knock on the door, and smiled as Donald came
in. She was wearing a cream silk blouse
and a knee length skirt, sitting in a chair reading a novel.
“Donald
darling,” she said with a smile as she looked at him, “and you brought
flowers. Roses as well.”
“Your
favourites,” he said with a smile as he looked round. “I would ask if you have a vase, but…”
“Use the water
jug,” Catherine said with a smile, “I’m sure the maid can sort them out later.”
Donald nodded
as he put some water into the plastic jug, and then sat next to his wife. “How have you been?”
“Oh, I have
kept busy, and the doctors talk to me a lot,” Catherine said with a smile. “I read the papers as well – London does seem
to have had a lot of problems over the last few days.”
“So I have
heard – I was away over the weekend, but I was told the full story on Monday.”
“Oh? Where were you?”
“In Scotland,
at Will’s estate. He was showing me the
plans for a shooting party in a month or so.”
“That would be
nice – hopefully I can join you for that as well.”
“That would be
nice – I do miss you by my side,” Donald said with a smile.
“Really? I find that hard to believe, given what you
said in the paper on Sunday.”
“I was asked
what happened to make me break off the engagement, Catherine, and I did not lie
or say anything that is not public knowledge in that interview.”
“Perhaps,
perhaps not,” Catherine said quietly, “have you seen her?”
“No – why do
you ask?”
“Because if I
thought she was getting her claws back into you…”
He could see
the red anger in her eyes, as he quietly said “Agnes is far too busy to spend
time digging her claws into me darling.
You can be assured of that.”
"By the
way Donald are you getting any from Agnes, or is she still the tight arsed
little bitch she was before. Giving it away to all those men in return for
money, and all you got was a kiss. You always were so damn stupid Donald...It
wasn't that little bitch who deserved you, it was always a real woman like
me."
“As I said, I
have not seen her…”
“And that bitch
of a sister?”
“Tamsin is back in Ireland with the family – all of them. I have not seen the others.”
“Hmmm – so when
you were in Scotland, you did not go to Ardray?”
Donald looked
at his wife, not sure how to reply, before he said “we drove through, but that
is all. Why are you asking?”
“Well, with her
in public again, I think she would go there don’t you?”
“I don’t know –
as far as I’m aware, it is in the hands of a private company that she sold it
to. Maybe they would know?”
Catherine
nodded slowly, as she said “That would be a good move. Perhaps I should contact the directors and
ask them?”
“You could
try.”
“The letter will
be with you tomorrow.”
Serena looked
at the other doctor as Donald and Catherine stood up, and said “get him out of
there now.”
“With me?”
“Oh come on
DONNIE! You bought it, and I had someone
check the current directors – she and her shit bitch of her sister are now
co-owners with you, and her little slut of a daughter is the heir. Why are you lying to me Donald? Is she in my bed as well?”
“No she is
not,” Donald said quietly as he went to stand up.
"That you
bought and never sold THAT estate Donnie tells me all I want to know. You might
not have married her, but that bitch was always in your heart and in your
mind."
"No
Catherine," Donald said quietly, "I made all efforts to erase her
memory, and as for selling it.... Ardray belongs to the McAdam's. It has always been in my will that it passed
either to Tamsin or her heirs on my death."
"Well
who's going to inherit it when I KILL YOU ALL," Catherine shouted. “And
what about the rest of them?”
Catherine
glared at Donald as the door opened, and the doctor came in with two
orderlies. “I think you should go now
Your Lordship,” he said as Catherine screamed “YOU ARE DEAD DONNIE – I’LL KILL
ALL OF YOU FOR THIS!”
“Catherine…”
“GO,” the
doctor shouted as Donald walked quickly out, Catherine shouting abuse at him as
the door was closed. He stood, his back
against the wall, the tears coming as Serena came out.
“She’s not
getting better is she?”
“No – I’m
sorry, Your Lordship, but I have to recommend a secure institution for her.”
2.30 pm BST
Xavier International, The Aldwych
“Alright girls,”
Charlotte said as she looked round the room, “let’s just go over this one more
time shall we?”
“Charlotte
you’ve briefed us half a dozen times…we know what we have to do.” Susan smiled.
“Still just one
last time…just for me please.”
“Alright…Advance
team enters via Charing Cross Station.”
“We have the
keys to get us in via three locked doors to the abandoned tunnel,” Maddie
added.
“You meanwhile
make sure that at the crucial times we vanish off the stations security
cameras,” Clint continued.
“I do my thing
on the wall door,” Helen finished, “and then we start to tidy up so that when
the main teams arrive later there is a clear, smooth, way to run equipment from
where the gold is to the loading point.”
“Once we are
done, Helen and I make our way back to the surface via the sewer entrance.”
“Correct
Clint,” Heather nodded.
“While Maddie
and I do last second security checks and prepare for later in the evening.”
Susan finished.
“That sounds
okay,” Penny spoke for the first time, “Helen my love where are the charges?”
“In my bag
ready to go.”
“And you are
sure that they will work?”
“Penny darling,”
Helen said as she turned and looked at her, “if I wasn’t in love with you I’d
be offended by that question.”
“I just had to
ask,” Penny smiled.
“What about the
noise?” Maddie asked.
“I’ll
co-ordinate it with as many trains as possible arriving at Charing Cross and
Embankment,” Heather looked up from reading her plans, “that will negate any
slight chance the explosions are heard.”
“Good.”
“I notice by
the way that you have brought in a man to do some of the physical labor,” Clint
laughed.
“Yes,” Susan
dug her husband in the ribs, “as equal as women are, you are still stronger
physically then us, those muscles of yours are useful at least for something
darling.”
“Now I’m the
one might be offended if I wasn’t in love,” Clint laughed.
“Alright it
looks like you are set, just remember that you go in looking like any other
commuter heading home…you change once you are beyond that third door and are in
the old tunnel.” Heather gave a final reminder.
“We know
Heather,” Maddie looked one last time at the plans.
“Good – right,
I’ll check with the group in Meeting Room B…”
“Ladies you
hopefully know this backwards, but I’m going to talk this out one more time -
just in case any of you have come up with a likely problem.”
“Well I haven’t
found one Natalya,” Jayne sipped her coffee. “Francesca and I walked round the
area before we joined you, we are well placed to cover that sewer entrance.”
“Anyone unknown
does anything other than just walk by, we can take care of them.” Francesca
spoke as well.
“Marina, Kylie,
have you done some observation at your spot?”
“We have
darling,” Kylie drawled, “I think we are covering the least likely access spot,
but we are both prepared.”
“Helen and my
spot is probably the trickiest,” Louise Carling spoke, “people coming in and
out of that club, it’s going to be hard telling who are kosher, and who we
might have to worry about.”
“Which is why I
have Helen there,” Natalya looked at faces, “her professional instincts are
probably the keenest of any of us, I trust her to be able to spot danger.”
“The two
stations are probably the hardest, but most logical points of entry.” Francesca
put her coffee cup down.
“Which is why
we have teams outside both, but we are also using London Underground’s own
security cameras that Charlotte has accessed. Someone tries to come in those
ways I’m confident we can stop them.”
“Are there any
entrances we don’t know about Natalya?” Marina asked.
“If there are
they’ve escaped our set-up teams that have been down there, and we have been over
the location several times.” Natalya looked round the room. “Just trust your
instincts ladies, you are all top professionals, let’s just make sure our
friends get to work in complete security.”
5 pm BST
Charing Cross Station
The young
couple walking through the concourse of the main railway station didn’t attract
much attention as they approached the stairs leading to the underground
station. He was wearing a grey suit,
white shirt, tie and black shoes, while the small brunette wore a blue jersey
dress and heels.
As they entered
the concourse from the railway station, a middle aged woman, the grey starting
to show in her hair, walked down the stairs from The Strand. She wore a grey leather jacket over a black
dress and trainers, and carried a rucksack on her back. She was followed by a woman with short red
hair, wearing a blue sweatshirt and jeans.
The tall blonde
looked round as she walked down the stairs at Trafalgar Square, and came out
onto the concourse, looking round as she walked over to where the other four
were walking.
“Okay Char,”
Susan said, “turn off the cameras.”
“Cameras off,”
she said as the woman quickly unlocked a hidden door, and the five of them
hustled in, Susan closing and locking the door behind herself. The five looked at each other before Maddie
opened her rucksack and said “change.”
The old door
creaked open as Clint shone a torch in, and then the group entered the disused
tunnel, Maddie shining a torch round as well.
“Masks on,” she
said, each of them pulling the hat down to cover their heads and faces before
they made their way down the tunnel, stopping by a brick wall with some holes
drilled into it.
“Got eyes on us
Charlotte?”
“We have indeed
– Helen, do your thing, and I’ll tell you when to detonate.”
“Roger that,”
Helen said as Penny and Susan held the torches, and she placed several packages
on the wall. She then took a small black
box, and motioned for the others to step back.
“Awaiting your
word, Charlotte.”
At the Bunker,
Charlotte looked at the screen, showing the trains on the system, and said “on
my mark…”
“Fire in the
hole,” Helen said as the others covered their ears.
“and…. MARK!”
Helen pressed a
button on the box as the others saw the explosion, and the bricks falling
inwards.
Louise was
sitting in the lounge of the hotel, watching Tamiko as she talked to three
other gentlemen.
“Louise, we
just triggered the starting pistol,” she heard Jill say, “any sign of a
warning?”
“Not yet, but I
will watch carefully…”
As the smoke cleared,
the group walked carefully down the tunnel, Maddie and Susan shining the
torches into the room.
“Goddess,”
Maddie whispered as the torch shone over the neatly stacked bars, “to actually
see it…”
“Charlotte,
we’re in,” Susan said, “and it is real.
Real pretty.”
“Understood –
begin the clear up, I’ll inform Madame…”
Shirley looked
up as there was a knock on the door.
“Charlotte just
called,” Angela said as she looked in, “stage 1 complete.”
“Excellent – I
shall be at home Angela. And good luck
tonight.”
Her secretary
nodded as Shirley collected her coat, and made her way out…
6 pm BST
Chelsea
“Diana, Abigail
– welcome, the others are inside, and we are about to eat.”
“You made it,”
Jo said as they came into the front room.
“We did,” Diana
said, “something smells good.”
“If we can take
our seats,” Shirley said as she opened a bottle of wine.
“Was that raid
on the bookmakers this afternoon one of our diversions Shirley?” Juliette asked
as they sat down to eat.
“No,” Shirley
shook her head, “that was actually Catriona’s idea, and it was one of her
teams.”
“They made a
mess,” Carina spoke as she sat down.
“I think that
was the idea Cari, to give the cops one more very bloody crime scene to
investigate.”
“Did she clear
it with you Shirley?”
“She did, but
just remember that Cat is an operator in her own right, and she has her own
crews. She is not a member of my group, Lady C is really just an ally.”
“Who just
happens to be your oldest friend Aunt Shirley,” Maisha said as she brought the
huge pot of food she had prepared to the table.
“True.” Shirley
nodded.
“Well Maisha
and I hope you enjoy this?” Ama smiled, “Mom has had it before and liked it.”
“You have Dom?”
Penny sniffed the aroma.
“Yes, and
despite that slightly pungent smell, it is actually a superb dish.”
“It is what
people at home eat as a feast,” Maisha said as she started ladling out bowls.
“Do I want to
know what is in it?” Carina looked at her bowl suspiciously.
“Well it starts
with chicken, and then they keep adding things,” Annie laughed, “I’ve had it as
well darling, and honestly you’ll love it.”
“You know this
is superb actually,” Sandy ate a spoonful.
“And I’m glad
this is one occasion that I’ve not had to cook.” Diana tried hers. “I recognize
this girls, I’ve eaten it in Paris, and you are right it is excellent.”
“Thank you,”
Maisha grinned, “we have to adjust the recipe slightly to what ingredients we
have available, but I got most of the herbs, and roots at a little African
supermarket on the Fulham Road.”
“Well my
compliments to both our chefs,” Juliette said as she raised her wine glass for
a toast, “let’s just hope that tonight is as successful as we have planned it
to be.”
As she put her
glass down, the intercom for the main gate sounded. “Ah – my other guest,” Shirley said as she
stood up, “I felt given the role she has played in our joint endeavours in the
past, and more recently, it was time she met some of you. I trust her implicitly.”
“And does she
know us? Who we are?”
Shirley smiled
as she went and pressed the button.
"Shirley
I'm sorry I'm late something came up at the last moment?" Cat spoke in the
intercom.
"Something in East Ham?"
"You might
say so," Catriona laughed, "anyway can you buzz me in?"
“Sure – take a
deep breath though. I have some other
friends round.”
“Sounds fun,”
Cat said as Shirley pressed the button, and then went to the door. As she returned, Catriona Cuthbertson looked
round the room, and said “oookayyy – Hey Maddie, Penny, Maisha, and Ama – but
the rest of you?”
“Well, let me
put it this way,” Shirley said, “Cat, perhaps I should introduce Caroline
Jameson as I have known her for far too many years – Dominique.”
Cat stared at
Caroline, before she said “okay – and the others?”
Diana and
Juliette looked at Shirley, who nodded as she said “Well – they are referred to
in my work as the American Associates.”
“Oh boy…” Cat sat at the table as Maisha handed her a
bowl of food, and said “am I going to die tonight?”
“Not if we can
help it,” Juliette said with a smile, “Shirley says we can trust you, and this
afternoon shows you have a streak of ruthlessness you understand. Welcome – come, sit and eat.”
6.30 pm BST
Bayswater Road
“Now who could
that be Tippy Toes,” Agnes said as she heard the doorbell, and walked to look
through the spyhole. “What the…” she
whispered before she opened the door, and looked at the distinguished man
outside.
“Hello Simon,
you are probably the very last person I ever expected to see again.” Agnes
looked shocked, “So to what do I owe a visit from the Permanent Under-Secretary
at the Foreign and Commonwealth Office?”
“I thought it
was about time we talked Agnes.”
“Well then,”
she said as she stepped to one side, “you had better come away in.” She watched as he walked in and closed the
door, before taking him into the front room.
“I’m not
interrupting anything am I?” Sir Simon looked round the flat.
“Not really,”
Agnes said with a smile, “I was about to cook myself some beans on toast.”
“Oh - I did
come at a bad time?”
“Simon I don’t
think there is a good time for you and I to talk.” Aggie smiled, “so come and
sit down, and excuse both the piles of books everywhere, and my cat, and you
tell me just what has brought you to my door.”
As he sat down,
Simon put his hands together and said “Aggie I read the piece in the Sunday
Times…”
“Oh,” Aggie
lifted an eyebrow.
“It was most
revealing.”
“Well it just
told the truth Simon,” she said as she stood up, “and while you try and summon
up the courage to say what you really want to say, can I offer you tea, coffee,
or a drink?”
“A very small
whiskey would be welcome Aggie.”
“So how is
Fiona?” Agnes asked as she poured the drink and gave it to the civil servant.
“She’s fine…how
are you?”
“A lot better
than I was, but as I said you didn’t come here for small talk…did you?”
“A godfather
can’t visit his goddaughter?”
“I think you
made it pretty clear 20 years ago that you disowned me Uncle Simon.” Agnes
poured herself a small drink before she sat down again, “so why are you really
here?”
“Ever direct
Aggie,” the older man shook his head, “I’m here because this afternoon
Catherine Fitzstuart was committed to a secure mental hospital after she made
threats against both yours and Donald’s lives.”
“Shit,” Agnes thought
quickly, “but why would you come see me about that?”
“I take it
Donald hasn’t told you yet?”
“No, I’ll
probably get a call later, but there are several people he will call before me
you know?”
“Even though
you are the woman he loves Aggie?”
Raising an
eyebrow, Aggie said “Have you come to ascertain the status of my relationship
with Donald Uncle Simon? If so then I can tell you that rumours to the
contrary, and despite some urging on my behalf, it remains as chaste as it
always was…and that I am still a virgin.”
“AGNES!”
“I’m sorry if
that shocks you Uncle, but while I love Donald as much as I did 20 years ago,
and he still loves me, neither will we destroy his marriage, or permit me to
become an embarrassment to him, and by extension to Her Majesty’s Government.”
Agnes sipped her drink, “so I hope that puts your mind to rest?”
Simon nodded as
he sat back and took a drink himself. “Do
you know how much you impressed the French at that affair in Rosville?”
“Oh they were
just polite enough to talk to me.” Agnes blushed.
“A bit more than
that Agnes,” Simon said. “The Minister
was indiscreet enough to say that you would make the perfect ambassador’s
wife.”
“As I said, he
was very polite.”
“Well it’s only
what we all know should be happening, if only you hadn’t…” He paused for a moment, before Aggie said “Become
a dominatrix Uncle Simon?”
“Yes.”
“Well I did,
that’s all a matter of record now, and as I’ve told people a hundred times, I
long since abandoned the dreams I once had.” Agnes brushed away a tear.
“So you won’t
marry Donald?”
“Uncle,” Agnes
sighed, “I wish with all my heart I could, I dream about it both while I’m
awake, and asleep. But it can never happen. Just for starters Donald is too
great a gentleman to divorce Catherine, even if she is insane. Secondly I know
just how people like you would view him marrying the notorious Lady D’Eath, it
would be the end of his career…”
“Maybe.”
“Uncle Simon,”
Agnes said as she sat forward, “do you remember reading Hans Christian Anderson
to me when I was a child?”
“I do,” the
civil servant smiled fondly.
“Well I learned
long ago that fairy tales NEVER come true, so go back to your political masters
and inform them that they needn’t worry, I will not publically embarrass
Donald, nor will there be any adverse publicity.”
“I already
did,” Simon said, “but – well, new broom and all that…”
“Ah – she sent
you, didn’t she?”
“I’m afraid so
– but I will inform her Agnes.”
7 pm BST
Chelsea
“Well, I will
not ask who was who on Wednesday, but I will say you have managed to stun me,”
Catriona said as Ama cleared the plates.
“I will also say what all of you did in New York to close down the
Mazengwean cancer – I was proud to play a small part in that, but you did an
amazing thing.”
“Thank you,”
Juliette said as Maisha brought a bowl of fruit in, “one day, we may tell you
the full story. But how does someone who
is one of the most respected law officers in this country…”
“I could say
the same of you and others here,” Catriona said. "My family history might be riddled with
judges and advocates, Juliette, but you go back far enough the Cuthbertson's
were really just mere bandits and outlaws, preying on travellers and their
neighbours. I come by my criminal instincts quite properly you might say."
"Oh well
that explains it," Sandy laughed, "one or two of us round this table
also have ancestors we keep discreetly quiet about."
“That would not
surprise me,” Catriona said with a smile.
“so let me make an offer Juliette – I understand you are interested in
the YY group?”
“How did
you… Yes, I am. My great aunt was Jane Huntingdown, the
criminologist, but the family rumour was she spent some of the war doing hush
hush work – and the YY group keeps cropping up.”
“Come with me
tomorrow – I can introduce you to someone who can help you.”
“Well, every
little helps,” Juliette said with a smile.
“I will bring
the coffee through in a little while,” Maisha said, “so you have time for some
before the evening begins.”
“Sounds good,” Shirley
said as they stood and walked to the lounge, Cat following Ama and Maisha.
“So what will
you be doing while we work tonight?”
“Watching some
Shakespeare,” Maisha said, “and Ama will be praying.”
"I think
you and Maisha cope rather better with this then my Elizabeth would if she knew
what was going to happen tonight Ama.”
Catriona helped to sort out some cups as she said “Lizzie I think would
be freaking about right now."
"Hasn't
she ever worked out that you are Lady C?"
"No,"
Cat shook her head, "and I thank God for that. Like Shirley and John, I need to
compartmentalise…" She took her
phone out and said “excuse me a moment.
Agnes, what’s up…”
As Cat joined
the others, she said “I’ll let them know – and don’t worry Aggie, you’ll be
fine. Go and see who is at the door.”
"So who
was that Catriona?" Diana asked.
"It was
Aggie...she's heard from Donald that the doctors are recommending that
Catherine be transferred to a secure psychiatric unit as she presents a clear
danger to both herself and others."
"I could
see that coming," Shirley shook her head, "She has hidden deep depths
of insanity within her so successfully, that no one knew exactly how bad she
was."
"Well
speaking with a little knowledge of that subject,” Penny said as she sipped her
coffee, “I'm glad I am not the type of person who holds grudges like she
does."
"When are
the driver and his family arriving at the warehouse?"
"Soon,"
Carina glanced at her watch, “I suppose I'd better be making a move."
“We will see
you at the room,” Diana said as she and Carina stood up, and went to collect
their coats.
“Good hunting,”
Juliette said as Shirley showed them out…
7.45 pm BST
Bayswater Road
“Donald,” Agnes
said as she showed her visitor into the front room, “if you are here to tell me
about Catherine then you could have saved yourself a journey…My Godfather was
here a couple of hours ago.”
“Sir Simon was
here?” Donald looked startled as he sat down, and Agnes handed him a drink,
“how the hell did he know?”
“Don’t be naïve
Donald,” Agnes said as she refilled her glass and sat down next to him, “you
are about to take up an extremely important position – of course the security
service has someone in the clinic watching her.”
“Surely not?”
“Donald
darling, Uncle Simon dropped the information that his coming to see me was down
to orders from she at the top…So do you want to revise your opinion?”
“CRAP!”
“Well that was
very succinct, I thought civil servants never said in one word what they could
say in a hundred instead?” Aggie looked amused.
“Stop taking
the piss Aggie,” Donald said as he slumped back and took a drink.
“Sorry, but I
sometimes can’t resist.”
“So what were
‘they’ trying to find out?”
“Basically,”
Agnes said, “what the state of our relationship was.”
“And you told Sir
Simon?”
“That basically
it’s just as it was twenty years ago, and that despite my best attempts YOU
remain a gentleman, and that I remain a virgin.”
Smiling, Donald
said “And he accepted that?”
“Donald, Uncle
Simon is a gentleman, he always takes a lady’s word, and besides - it just
happens to be the truth.”
“She made the
most blood-curdling threats, not only against me and you, but Tam and Christine
too,” Donald whispered as he shook his head, “she’s totally insane.”
“Did you have
no clue Donald?”
“No, she hid it
totally. I knew that she didn’t love me and that she had had a string of
affairs, but I never suspected what she was really doing,” he sat hunched
forward with his head in his hands.
“I’m just sorry
that my being in love with you is what got you drawn into her spider’s web
darling.” Agnes poured them both small drinks, “It was all my fault originally
I think.”
“How can that
be Aggie?”
“Because it was
me she hated and envied first, it was by extension that my friends and
relatives got drawn into the twisted web she wove.”
“You can’t
blame yourself,” Donald said. “You heard
what Victoria said, she was berserk even as a small child.”
“I know, but
still she transferred her hatred directly from me to all the people I ever
cared about.”
“Well we can’t
do anything about the past,” he said as he drained his glass and looked at
her. “The question is what do we do
now?”
“What can we
do, you’ll not divorce her, and I’m still persona non grata to most of the
world you move in anyway, so I guess she stays locked up, and you go to Paris,
whilst I stay here in London.”
“Agnes…”
“Donald there
are no other options darling.”
“There has to
be something we can do?”
“Well you can
always stay the night,” Aggie whispered as she sat down next to the diplomat
and lightly kissed him.
“I could, but
is that really right?”
“Donald I don’t
give a toss what is right and what is wrong. I want you to at long last have
me…Am I that unattractive?”
“No darling you
aren’t, but whatever Catherine has done, I still take my vows seriously, and
while my heart is bursting with love to you, I will not break my oath.”
“Meaning what?”
“That I am
going to do this,” he finished his drink, kissed her lightly, and headed for
the door.
“Sweet dreams
darling,” he called over his shoulder as he let himself out.
“Damn,” Aggie
said softly as Tippy Toes curled upon her lap.
8 pm BST
Ashburton Road, Tooting
Daffy looked
out from the passenger seat at the front of the black van, at the door of the
semi-detached house.
“Okay then,”
she said quietly, “two of you round the back, two minutes.”
She kept
looking at the house as the door at the side of the van opened and closed,
before she pulled the rim of her hat down, covering her head with the
balaclava.
“In position.”
“Control –
communications?”
“We’re jamming
the phone lines,” she heard Charlotte say.
“Internet dead on your word.”
Looking up and
down the empty street, Daffy said one word.
“Go.”
“Fancy a
cuppa,” Ellen Norman said to her husband Richard as they sat watching the
television. While Richard was wearing a
blue and white polo shirt and jeans, Ellen had a shot sleeved floral print
green top on over some lime green leggings.
“Why not –
shall I ask the girls if they want some?”
“Go on,” Ellen
said as she stood up, stretched and made her way to the kitchen. Richard smiled and shook his head as he
walked to the bottom of the stairs. He
glanced in the hall mirror and smiled, the grey just starting to show in his
brown hair.
“Zoe, Chloe” he
called up, “we’re making a brew. Do you
want some?”
“No thanks,” a
young girl called down as the front door bell rang. “Just us, love,” he said as he walked to the
door, and opened it.
“Yes, how can
I…”
“Keep quiet,
dipshit,” the masked and armed woman said as she pushed Richard back in, two
similarly masked women following her in.
Ellen looked out as the door closed, and whispered “oh my god…” as the
woman put the gun into her husband’s mouth.
Turning
sharply, she ran for the back door and threw it open – only to walk back,
raising her hands as two more armed and masked women walked in. “Zip it, bitch,” one of them said as Richard
was pushed into the kitchen with her.
“You two – get
their little darlings down here,” their leader said, as two of them peeled off.
“Wonder who was
at the door,” Chloe Norman said as she sat cross legged on her bed. She was wearing a white t-shirt, grey
leggings and denim shorts, her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Zoe, her twin, was sitting at a desk, looking
at her laptop.
“Hey – the
internet just went down,” she said as she turned round. “What’s happened?” She had short blonde hair, and was wearing a
blue denim dress and black tights.
“No idea – but
somone’s running up the stairsohfuckshitwhoareyou?”
“Just shut the
fuck up,” one of the two masked women said as they burst in,”do as you’re told,
nobody gets hurt. Mobiles – to my friend
here.”
The twins took
their phones out and threw them over, as the first woman smiled, only her lips
and eyes showing in the balaclava mask. “Good
– stand up, turn round, put your hands behind your back.”
“Why?”
“Because we
FUCKING WELL TOLD YOU TO, YOU STUPID BINT,” the second woman said as she aimed
her gun at them. Chloe and Zoe looked at
each other, and then did as they had been ordered, the first woman opening her leather
jacket and taking out two zip ties.
The twins stood
quiet, scared as their wrists were secured together, and then they were frog
marched down to the kitchen. “OH god –
my babies,” Ellen said as they saw their mother and father, their hands behind
their backs as well.
“Uniform –
where is it,” the leader said as she looked at Richard.
“Upstairs –
why?”
“Fetch it,” she
said, one of the masked women walking off as she reached into a black bag, and
took out a clear bag with four red sponge balls inside.
“We haven’t got
any money,” Richard said, “what do you want from us?”
“To shut up and
do as you’re told – open your mouth.”
“Why –
whatruuggnntdddhmmmnnnn,” he said as the masked intruder pushed the red sponge
ball into his mouth, one of the other intruders tearing a wide strip of clear
tape from a roll and pressing it firmly over his mouth.
“Mummy?”
“Jsttbrrfff,”
Ellen said as she was gagged in the same way, and then the girls as the woman
came back, holding up a sports bag.
“Coats and
glasses on them – then you walk out with us.
If any of you try to run, you all die.”
The family
looked at each other as a coat was placed over each of them, fastened up the
front and the sleeves stuck into the pockets, before a pair of glasses was
placed over the eyes of each of them – the lenses painted black.
Daffy removed
her balaclava, and looked out of the front door, waiting as the side door of
the van was opened before each woman took one of the Norman family by the arm
and walked them out, making them get into the van and sit down as Daffy closed
and locked the door, then followed them out.
“Whrrwgnn,”
Richard mumbled as the van moved off.
“Hell, if you
disobey,” Daffy said quietly as they moved off.
“We have a couple of very special ladies who want to meet you…”
9 pm BST
Bayswater Road
Agnes punched
the numbers into the telephone handset and then sat down, rubbing her eyes as
she waited for someone to answer.
“The Old
Lodge.”
“This is Agnes
McAdam, may I speak to Mrs Mahan-Gaunt please?”
“One moment,”
the woman said as Agnes waited, and then she heard her sister say “Aggie?”
“Are you on
your own Tippy Toes?”
“I am Aggie,”
she heard Tamsin say, “Kit’s having an early night…why are you asking?”
“Because I have
some news that I don’t want her to hear.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve had a
couple of visitors tonight Tam, and you have a right to know what is going on.”
“Aggie you are
worrying me,” Tamsin said, “do I need fly to London?”
“No, and it’s
probably for the best that you are out of the country.”
“Why?”
“Catherine it
seems has finally cracked totally.”
“Ah, I think I
start to get the picture.”
“I’ve been told
she threatened to kill not only Donald and me, but also you and Kits.”
“Dear God…”
“She’s been
sectioned and put into a secure facility, but I think we maybe all need to just
watch our step at least for a little while.”
“I agree,”
Tamsin paused, “So I presume Donald was one of your visitors, who was the
other?”
Taking a deep
breath, Agnes said “Uncle Simon…”
“WHAT!”
“I know! It surprised me as well to see him standing
on the doorstep.”
“What did he
want?”
“Basically I
think to officially ascertain on behalf of she who must be obeyed, what the
state of my relationship was with Donald.”
“And you
answered?”
“That nothing
has changed, and by the way Donald rushed out of here when I suggested he sleep
with me, then nothing is going to ever change.” Aggie sighed, “he still feels
tied by his wedding vows.”
“Even though
they were made to a madwoman?”
“You know
Donald, ever the honourable gentleman.”
“So what is
going to happen darling?”
“I guess he and
I stay nothing other than friends, he goes to Paris, I stay in London, and
Catherine stays locked up.”
“That sucks
Aggie.”
“Tell me about
it – but at least Sue and Colin will be happy…”
9 pm BST
Hampstead
“I’m back,”
Simon said as he closed the door, putting his bag on the floor and removing his
great coat.
“So how did it
go my love?” Lady Fiona McDonald asked as she came out, and gave her husband a
peck on the cheek.
“How did what
go?”
“Don’t be
obtuse Simon, you know very well what I’m asking about. How did the meeting
with Aggie go?”
Pouring himself
a drink, Simon said “Pretty much as I expected.”
“Oh darling
that can’t have been pleasant…for either of you.”
“It wasn’t, but
at least I can tell my superiors that any trouble will not originate from
Agnes.”
“So she isn’t
still in love with Donald?”
“Far from it,”
he said as he sat down, “she’s head over heels about him, just as she always
was, but she’s pragmatic enough to know that she can never become his wife.”
“Let me guess,
Donald is too gentlemanly to divorce Catherine, and she is determined not to
ruin his career.”
“That about
sums it up.”
“Why don’t they
just sleep together discreetly?”
“Because Donald
is too much the gentleman ever to do that.”
“So Aggie
remains a virgin, he remains lonely, and they both are unhappy,” Lady Fiona
shook her head. “Simon is there nothing you can do?”
“I don’t own a
time machine Fiona, I can’t go back and stop that article being published, and
I can’t by extension walk Aggie down the aisle as I should have that following
Saturday.”
“No you can’t
darling,” Lady Fiona shook her head. “So how is she looking?”
“Wonderful.
She’s died her hair back to its natural red, and honestly she looks
rejuvenated.”
“Did you tell
her you forgive her?”
“No,” Sir Simon
shook his head, “when I tried to the words just wouldn’t come out.”
“Honestly Simon
you are HOPELESS! I thought we’d agreed after we read that article that it was
time for at least us to forgive and forget?”
“The problem is
that I can’t do that officially. As a servant of Her Majesty then I have to
observe protocol.”
“And what do
you have to do as her godfather?”
“Find a private
occasion when I can say all I want to say without it coming from me in my
official capacity.”
“Which will be
when?”
“I don’t know,
I really don’t.”
“Well I do,”
Lady Fiona stood up, “when Charles and Roberta return from Washington I’m going
to invite them, Colin and his girlfriend, AND Aggie and Donald to dinner…”
“Fiona is that
wise?”
“I don’t know,”
she laughed, “but I do know it’s the right thing to do.”
9 pm BST
The Babbage home
“That you
Mike,” Sherry said as she heard the door close.
“Yeah – sorry
I’m late,” Mike said as he came in.
“I heard on the
telly Mike that there was another robbery and a couple of murders.”
“There was
darling,” Mike kissed Sherry on the cheek, “a bookies got held up in East Ham,
the gang that did it wasn’t exactly afraid to use their shooters.”
“So is that why
I had to hold dinner for you again?”
“In part, but
most of it was this rotten traffic.”
“I thought you
said that they had fixed the computers?”
“They thought
they had,” Mike sighed, “seems they hadn’t.”
“Well I’m glad
I haven’t been out driving a lot recently.”
“You’ve been
one of the lucky ones,” Mike smiled, “anyway how did your day go?”
“Not too bad,
worst thing was getting a call from Simon McDonald.”
“You mean Sir
Simon McDonald from the Foreign Office?”
“Yes.”
“What the hell
did he want?”
“Advice about
Aggie, he had to go talk to her tonight about Donald…He told me that Catherine
has totally flipped her lid and is making death threats.”
“He was
checking how things stand between her and Donald I suppose,” Mike sat down at
the dinner table, “but why ring you?”
“Because while
he’s Aggie’s godfather, and was the man who was going to give her away, he was
one of the people cauterized her from their lives 20 years ago. He knew I’d
stayed in touch a little and he asked me how he should put things.”
“I hope you
told him to do it carefully?”
“I did, and
since I haven’t had a follow-up call I’m hoping it went alright.” Sherry put
the plate of warmed up Shepherd’s Pie in front of her husband.
9 pm BST
East Ham
“Now that was
good,” Steve Fowler said as he pushed his plate away, and looked at his wife as
she took the dirty dishes to the sink.
Leeza was wearing a green smock with grey leggings, the slight bump
showing.
“Well, I don’t
want my man hungry,” she said with a smile.
"God I
hate working nights," the big black man stretched, "it's against the
rules of nature to be havin' my breakfast this late at night."
"Well you
da one who wanted the promotion Steve."
"I know
Leeza," he smiled, "but with da baby on da way, the extra money is
gonna come in real useful."
“True – and
Shift Manager does have a nice ring to it.
At least at night it’s just making sure the stock is shunted to the
right place – nice and quiet.”
“Well, I hope
so,” she said as Steve stood up and put his jacket on. “I’d…”
He stopped
talking as the back door opened, and three masked women walked in, wearing
black leather jackets, leggings and boots, glove son their hands and balaclavas
covering their heads. Two of them were
carrying guns, the third a small bag.
“Sit down,
don’t make a sound,” she said as the two armed women forced Steve and Leeza
into their seats. “After all, you have
someone else to think about, don’t you?”
“What the hell
do you…”
“Quiet,” she
growled as she removed a plastic zip tie from the bag, and walked behind Leeza,
taking her arms behind her back and securing her wrists together. “Your wife is coming with us, you got to work
and await our call. If you tell the
police, or anyone else, you become a widower.
Got it?”
“Steve…”
“Don’t hurt
her,” Steve said, “She’s seven months pregnant.”
“Well then,
don’t dick us around,” the woman said as Leeza was tape gagged, and a black
hood pulled over her head, “we’ll be watching.”
He could only
watch as the two women frog marched his wife out, before the third one walked
out of the house behind him…
9 pm BST
Rose Harper’s Flat
“Up please Ant
Mave,” April asked as she stood in her pyjamas, and held her arms out.
“Come here
darlin’” Maeve smiled as she picked her great-niece up, “you are gettin’ to be
such a big little girl.”
“She is that,”
Rose smiled as she brought a pot of tea and two mugs into the living room and
laid the tray on the coffee table.
“So does she
like the Koala?”
“Susan says
it’s become her favourite toy. I’m glad that I got that for her in Australia.”
“Well I’ve ‘ad
a great time just lookin’ at the books you bought for me.”
“It’s a pretty
amazing place.”
“One of those
places if you said to us as kids that you’d go there one day Rosie, that you’d
never ‘ave believed it.”
“True,” Rose
poured the tea.
“So what is
‘appenin’ that we get the pleasure of looking after little one?”
“Don’t ask
Maeve,” Rose shook her head, “Susan didn’t tell me, and I’m pretty sure it’s
one of those fings that you and I don’t really want to know.”
“I sometimes
wish I ‘adn’t worked out that she was doin’ that sort of fing still, it aint
very comforting if you know wot I mean?”
“Clint says she
knows wot she’s doin’, and Sooz says that it’s not goin’ to be dangerous, but I
still bloody worry.”
“Well yer ‘er
Mum, of course you worry Rosie.” Maeve sipped from her tea.
“Yeah well I’m
goin’ to try and put it outta me mind, and just enjoy these next two nights
with me angel of a granddaughter.”
“But you’ll be
jumpy as ‘ell everytime the phone bloody rings, won’t yer?”
“Of course I bloody
will, but Susan says she’ll ring in the mornin’ and let us know it’s gone
alright tonight.”
“Well let’s
just ‘ope and pray it does.”
“Amen,” Rose
laughed as April lay her head against Maeve’s shoulder, “looks like she at
least is ready for bed.”
“I’ll take her
– you pour the tea.”
9 pm BST
Under Whitehall
“Right, the
line is cleared,” Clint said as he came back in, “how is it looking?”
“As if it
hasn’t been touched in over eighty years – which is the truth,” Susan said as
she stood in front of the first pile of gold bricks.
“Attention
Susan – first team coming in now.”
“Roger that –
Helen, time for you to go topside.”
“See you all in
the morning,” Helen said as she walked off, passing Lily as she led the first
group of four women in. “Oh my lord,
that is a beautiful sight…”
“Indeed – let’s
get the first palette loaded girls. The
main crew is due in an hour.”
9 pm BST
Somewhere in London
“Ah – our most
special guests are here.”
Richard heard
the deep, almost cat like voice as he was pushed forward, saying “hsthrrrrr?”
“Remove the
blindfolds.”
As the glasses
were pulled off, Richard blinked and then looked at his wife and daughters, who
were staring straight ahead. Moving his
head slowly round, he saw the two women, sawn off shotguns in their gloved
hands. Both were wearing black leather
jackets, leggings and knee length leather boots, but it was the scarves that
were round their necks and tucked into the jackets, the black stockings over
their heads that pressed down their short black hair, and the cat shaped
brooches they wore.
“Good evening,
mother fuckers,” one of them said, “allow me to introduce myself – I am Miss
Leopard, and my friend here is Miss Lynx.
We are two of the Pussycat gang – and for the next two nights, you are ours.”
“Lkkinthmmffee,”
Zoe said. Miss Lynx walked over and
stroked her cheek with her gloved hand, before she purred “oh no – we’re the
genuine article, and tonight you all belong to me.” She then grabbed the young girl’s chest,
making her scream into her gag as she did so.
“We will
explain what we want you to do later,” Miss Leopard said, “once we have you all
secured – properly. Just know this – you
fuckers piss us about, and you all get hurt…”
“Hshhtttt,”
Richard said as Miss Lynx ripped the tape from his face. “You’re the real thing?”
“Oh yes – now
remember that…”
9.15 pm BST
Chelsea
“So have you
and Nick yet?” Maisha asked as they finished loading the dishwasher.
“No,” Ama
blushed, “I’ve let him touch me a couple of times through my clothes, but I
still think neither of us is ready to do any more than that.”
Maisha nodded
as they picked up their drinks and walked back into the lounge. “I dream about some of the tennis players
doing it to me, but that’s all I do, just dream.”
“Do you touch
yourself sister?”
“Sometimes,” it
was Maisha’s turn to blush, “and what about you?”
“A few times,
but it somehow seems wrong.”
“Aunt Shirley
says its normal that we do so.”
“I know, so
does Mom, but I guess we are both still a little sexually immature.”
“I guess so,”
Maisha nodded solemnly.
“At the moment
though, I’m far more worried about what Mom and the others are doing these next
two nights.”
“Aunt Shirley
says they will be fine.”
“Mom says that
as well, but I still worry.”
Taking a sip,
Maisha said “Do you think one day that you will one day do what Caroline and
Aunt Shirley do?”
“Become a
criminal?”
“Yes.”
“No,” Ama shook
her head, “I can see myself maybe fighting alongside the sisters, but I’ll
leave Mom’s business to her.”
“That’s mainly
how I think as well. I want to do the Sisters basic training sometime in
the next year, but I’m not going to join Aunt Shirley’s ‘business’ as she calls
it.”
“So you will do
the walk as well?”
Maisha
nodded. “I will talk to Teacher and the
others next week.”
9.15 pm BST
Xavier International - the Bunker
“Xavier
International,” Alison said into her headset as she answered the call.
“Charlotte
Gordon please?” she heard Louise whisper in her phone.
“Hold on a
second please.” Alison motioned to
Charlotte, who came over and took the headset.
“Charlotte
Gordon speaking.”
“Charlotte it’s
Louise from the LA office, Madame said I was to give you updates on Tamiko
Tanaka.”
“Yes she did…So
do you have any information Louise?”
“Only that
she’s eating dinner with me at Seven Park Place.”
“That’s William
Drabble’s place isn’t it, how’s the food?”
“It’s amazing
Charlotte,” Louise laughed, “but I’m pretty sure that it’s not how good a chef
he is that you want to know?”
“No, but if she’s
eating dinner with you, I know at least she is out of harm’s way.”
“Well I’m in
the powder room alone right now.”
“So who is
keeping an eye on her?”
“Jill. She and
another girl are busting their expense accounts at another table.”
“I’ll warn accounting,”
Charlotte laughed, “I hope Jill is in disguise?”
“She is, I
didn’t recognize her till she flashed me a sign.”
“Well that’s
good at least.”
“If you want to
set up a traffic jam to keep us here Charlotte, this food is so wonderful, I at
least won’t complain.”
“It’s a thought
Louise, a definite good idea.”
“Anyway I
better get back before my dessert is served.”
“Okay Louise,
stay in contact.”
“Will do.”
9.15 pm BST
Kensal and Queens Park Conservative Club
“Bit late for a
meeting,” Susan said as she and Colin walked down the corridor. Colin was wearing a grey suit, shirt and tie,
while Susan had on a grey silk skirt with a white jumper.
“I know –
welcome to the world of Conservative politics,” Colin said with a smile, “here
we are.” Knocking on the door, they
heard a female voice say “Come in.”
“Mrs Bremner,”
Colin said as they walked in, and saw a grey haired lady in a blue dress
standing by a set of chairs.
“Welcome –
please come in. Mr Gresham-Fox this
isn’t a formal selection meeting,” Alice Bremner, the Chairwoman of the Kensal
and Queens Park constituency Conservative and Unionist Party smiled as she came
forward, “more a chance for us to get to know you.”
“I appreciate
that.” Colin nodded, “and thank you for the invitation.”
“Anyway this is
Jack Fitzpatrick,” she indicated the man sitting in the armchair, “and Surinder
Patel,” she indicated the Indian lady in the other chair.
“It’s very nice
to meet you,” Colin smiled warmly, “and this is Susan Fletcher, my wife to be.”
“Hello Miss
Fletcher,” Mrs. Patel spoke. “Please,
take a seat.”
As Colin and
Susan sat down, Alice sat with the other two.
“So,” Colin said, “you have questions?”
“Look I have
one thing I want to ask for starters, Mr Gresham-Fox,” the man spoke, “why are
you offering yourself as our candidate, when Chase Valley, which is practically
your family seat, is also about to hold a by-election?”
“Well for
starters can you please call me Colin…”
“And me Sue
please.”
“But,” Colin
said with a smile, “the reason is that I am doing this both to help the party,
and to help myself.”
“You know
though that you are sure to lose here?” Mrs. Bremner asked softly, “and I’m
round Central Office enough to know that you are considered a future star, you
are Peter Latimer’s blue eyed boy, so again - why offer yourself to us?”
“I’m pretty
sure that you’ve done your homework Mrs. Bremner, and you pretty well know the
reason.”
“I have Colin,”
she said quietly, “but I want to hear it from you.”
“No you don’t,”
Sue broke in, “what you actually want to hear is what I have to say.”
“Well you are a
direct young woman, I’ll give you that,” Jack Fitzpatrick looked hard at Sue.
“I’m sure if
you’ve done your research - as you say - then you know that I used to be a
prostitute. That I was a runaway, that I don’t know who my father was, that my
Mum gave me up when I was four years old, and that for a time I was homeless
and slept rough on the streets.”
“Well you
didn’t sugar coat it Miss Fletcher?” Alice said quietly.
“My name is
Sue, Mrs. Bremner - and no I’m not being less than honest with you. I might
also add I was illiterate until I was 16 or 17, and that I have a juvenile
record for shoplifting.”
“That I think
takes some bravery to admit Sue,” Mrs. Patel smiled.
“Yes,” Mr
Fitzpatrick nodded in agreement. “So
Colin can you explain why we should make you our candidate given the bad
publicity that your wife to be’s - unorthodox background will attract.”
“Well for
starters,” Colin said as he sat forward, “while you’ve done your research on
me, then I’ve done my research on you, and the constituency. All three of you
have proven track records of involvement in social awareness campaigns.
Margaret Harker says all three of you are first rate people.”
“That’s kind of
Dame Margaret.”
“Well Mrs.
Bremner she’s not one who gives out praise that isn’t deserved.” Colin smiled
as he remembered the Medoc, and adjusted his tie. “Look Kensal QP has one of
the highest rates of single parenthood, teenage pregnancy and just sheer
poverty of any place in London. I might not be able to talk to some of these
people and know what they both have gone through, and are going through, but
Sue can. I went to Eton and Oxford, my father is an ambassador, but I’ve known
Sue long enough to realize my upbringing wasn’t typical.”
“We are aware
of that Colin,” Mrs. Patel smiled again. “Now can I ask Sue what she thinks her
role would be if we chose you?’
“To get outside
along Colin, and to do my damnedest to get him elected.”
“So it isn’t
just an opportunity to get your shit out in public while causing minimal harm
in the longer term?” Alice Bremner said as she looked Sue straight in the eye.
“Look I won’t
lie and say that isn’t part of this,” Sue looked straight back, “but if I’m being
completely honest, then I’m also going to say that Colin and I think we can
genuinely make a good fist of this election.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning Mrs.
Bremner,” Colin spoke, “that there are certain causes both Sue and I believe
in, that we think will strike a chord with voters.”
“You being an
Anti on the referendum won’t help,” Jack Fitzpatrick noted, “we voted heavily
round here to stay in the market.”
“I know, but I
am far from a hardline Brexiter.”
“We have a
large immigrant population,” Surinder Patel spoke again.
“I know, and
many of them are living in sub standard housing that is a disgrace to a
civilized country. How can we absorb people when we put them in crumbling
ghettos?” Colin smiled as he sat back, “I think where councils have failed, we
need to give incentives to private companies, like yours Mr. Fitzpatrick, to
build quality, low cost housing.”
“We also need
to get real about education,” Sue continued, “I was one of the systems
failures, we need better quality education for ALL children.”
“And another of
Sue’s big things, we need to encourage families to stay together, to discourage
young girls from thinking getting pregnant is a passport to happiness…”
“And to really
make our family welfare system work. Never having had a family, I truly believe
in the value of one.”
The three
grandees looked at each other, before Alice said “so, how would you conduct
your campaign…”
9.30 pm BST
Somewhere in London
“Please, don’t
do that to them,” Richard said as he looked at his wife and daughters. They were kneeling on the floor, their wrists
now secured behind their back with ropes, more rope forming a harness that held
thir arms tightly to their sides – their bare sides, their naked bodies
glistening in the sweat as the tight ropes forced their breasts up and
out. Ropes held their ankles, knees and
thighs tightly together, as Miss Lynx walked round them. Their cheeks were puffed out – their own
panties inside – and duct tape was wrapped tightly round their heads.
“Well, mother
fucker,” Miss Leopard said, “you do as we’re told, and the worst thing that
happens in they have some fun.”
“Although I do hope
you do something wrong,” Miss Lynx purred as she reached round and squeezed
Chloe’s chest, making her scream out in a mixture of fear and pleasure. “We may have some fun anyway while you are
out.”
“But what do
you want of us – I’m a nobody.”
“Oh no Mister
Norman – for the next two nights, you are a very important person indeed. In fact, you are a key part to our plan…”
“DDHLLPMMMMM,”
Zoe called out as her mother looked over.
“What do you
want me to do,” Richard whispered as Miss Leopard stroked his cheek with her
gloved hand.
“Your job –
drive a train for us…”
Tracey opened
the door to the room and watched as Leeza was walked in, and the hood pulled
from her head.
“My apologies
for the fact you had to be brought here like this,” Tracey said as she removed
the zip tie and tape. “We’ll try and
make you as comfortable as possible, and we will be watching you, so please try
and relax.”
“Why am I
here,” Leeza said as she rubbed her wrists, “what do you want him to do?”
“Help us with a
job – now relax. The television can pick
up most channels, and some food and drink will be brought shortly…”
9.30 pm BST
The Bunker
“Good evening
Charlotte,” the Hidden Hand’s sexy voice came out from behind her veil as she
came in, “I see all is currently going to plan.”
“It is,”
Charlotte smiled as the Hand sat in a chair at the back of the Bunker and
crossed her long legs. “No hiccups as yet, and we’re moving Gold teams in.”
“Excellent, and
do you have a situation report prepared for me?”
“We do,” Allison
walked over with a three-page printout.
“This
congestion at Hyde Park Corner…”
“Not our work,”
Molly called out from her desk, “a drunk driver managed to cause all that
without our aid.”
“It happens,”
Heather smiled under her veil. “And the breakdown on the Underground?”
“Again their
own fault,” Hayley called out, “blame the lack of investment in new rolling
stock.”
“So it will be
cleared in time?”
“Yes. Shutdown is still scheduled on that line for
just after midnight.”
“Very good,”
the Hand stood up, “well ladies you seem to have everything in hand currently.
Now Charlotte can you show the way to your office, I need to have a private
word.”
“Certainly
Hand,” Charlotte said as she stood up and followed the Hand out.
“I wonder what
Charlotte has done wrong?” Kelly whispered to Hayley.
Three minutes
later Charlotte pressed the locking button in her office as Heather removed her
disguise and the voice box.
“Alright how
are things going overall Heather?”
“Pretty well
from what I’ve been monitoring, teams are gradually getting to the site, and
the death dealers are getting into place.”
“How is Sandy?”
“Full up from
the meal Maisha and Ama prepared, but she thinks that she’ll be able to do her
full share down there.”
“I wish I was
there with them.”
“I do as well,
but as Shirley said our talents are of more use here tonight.”
Under Whitehall
“Oh my dear
Goddess that looks amazing,” Penny said as she took her first look at the gold,
“and to think it’s just been sitting down here all these years.”
“I know,” Lily
smiled under her mask, “I keep looking to just check that its real and this
isn’t a dream.”
“It’s not a
dream,” Penny shook her head. “Anyway to return to business how hard is it to
move?”
“The little
forklifts can take a reasonable weight,” Susan spoke, “but loading it onto the
pallets is bloody ‘ard work.”
“Those bars
aren’t light,” Maddie added.
“Alright you
take a break, my little team will take over loading for a while.” Penny made a
decision. “With me,” she nodded to Eleanor,
Katy, and Jan.
“Okay,” Katy
grimaced under her mask, “as long as there are no rats in here.”
“Not that we’ve
seen Gold Nine,” Maddie spoke again as she unscrewed the top of a flask.
“Let’s do this
as a little chain,” Eleanor suggested, “we pass the bars one to another, we
should get more loaded that way.”
“Sounds like an
idea to me.”
“And me too
Gold Five,” Jan nodded at Penny.
“When does our
tech support arrive?” Maddie asked as she and Susan left the gold vault.
“Should be
pretty soon.” Lily answered.
“I’ll feel
happier when we are fully plugged into the grid.”
“As will I – it
might help scare the rats off as well.”
“You’ve seen
them?”
“Heard them…”
Ten PM BST
“You in
position Red Seven?” Natalya’s voice came through Marina and Kylie’s communicators.
“We are Red
One, as yet nothing to report.” Marina replied.
“Nothing
suspicious at all?”
“Only a rotten
bastard who Red Seven used to go out with,” Kylie drawled, “and he’s too dumb
to be a threat.”
“Understood Red
Eight,” Natalya fought to keep her professional composure, “for all the
temptation we aren’t whacking ex-boyfriends tonight.”
“Pity,” Marina
chuckled.
“How are you
Red Three?”
“All set,
nothing to report as yet,” Francesca answered, “but personally I think killing
the ex boyfriend wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”
“Ladies, a bit
of professionalism please.”
“Red One,”
Jayne’s voice came online, “if we don’t have some fun these could turn into two
very long and boring nights.”
“I know Red
Four, but at least to start with can you all humour me and do this by the
book?”
“We can try,”
Helen spoke from in front of the National Liberal Club.
“How do things
look where you are Red Two?”
“Nothing yet
that has set off my spider senses, just several very proper looking people
coming and going.”
“Roger that.”
“I spotted what
looks like a potential mugger,” Louise Carling spoke, “but he’s not our
business.”
“No he isn’t
Red Eleven.”
“What about the
rest of you?” Natalya asked.
“AOK,” the
replies came in.
“Good – keep
them peeled and remain vigilant…”
11.30 pm BST
Rutland Street, Kensington
“Oh now who is
that,” Susan said as she reached over and picked up the telephone.
“Hello?
“I’ll put you
onto Colin Charles,” Sue said as she turned over and handed the handset over,
“he can tell you what happened better than I can. It’s your Dad,” Sue continued as she woke
Colin from his sleep.
“Whhhh – Dad?”
“Sorry Colin,
did I wake you both?”
“You did Dad,”
Colin rubbed his eyes.
“I thought you
both might still be up.”
“No we both
have work in the morning.” Colin said as he glanced at the alarm clock.
“I wanted to
know how your ‘informal’ meeting went?”
“Not as badly
as I expected,” Colin said as Susan put the bedside lamp on, “but not quite as
well as I had hoped in my dreams.”
“Meaning what
Colin?”
“That I think
we impressed them in some ways, but that they still have issues they want to
sort out.”
“About your
policy positions, or about Sue?”
“Actually a bit
of both.”
“Well start
with what you think they liked?”
“I think they
liked that we both believe strongly in the value of family, and that we support
getting private firms into the world of building quality affordable housing.”
“I thought they
might.”
“I also think
that Susan’s honesty about her past life impressed them.”
“She told it to
them plainly?”
“Yes.”
“So are they
taking a moral stand?”
“Not
overwhelmingly, I think they are more concerned that Susan and I are using them
as a way of getting this all out.”
“Well I can
understand that Colin, because at least in part its true.”
“On policy I
don’t think they like my mild Eurosceptism, it’s very much a Remain area.”
“Really?”
“That’s a
thorny issue, I can understand their problem.”
“Well you and I
agree to disagree on that son.” Charles chuckled, “but at least it sounds like
you are in with a chance.”
“Yes I think we
are.”
“Anyway let me
put your Mother on, she wants a word with Susan.”
“Alright,”
Colin smiled at Susan, “it’s Mother…for you.”
“Sorry to wake
you up Sue.”
“Oh I
understand Bobbie.”
“So how did you
see it?”
“I think Mrs.
Patel is definitely for us, Mr. Fitzpatrick isn’t, and I think it will turn on
Mrs. Bremner’s opinion.”
“And what do
you think that is?”
“Hard to tell,
she has a good poker face, and it’s hidden under a certain sternness that I
suppose comes from her being a headmistress.”
“But if you had
to bet?”
“I think they
will adopt Colin, if for nothing else that he and I can’t be just ignored even
though we are Conservatives, and KQP is such a Labour district.
“Well fingers
crossed that you are right?’
“Whores learn
to judge situations pretty well Bobbie,” Sue laughed.
“We’ll let you
get back to sleep then…”
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