Money Has No Uniform ( 2012)

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With the young waitress unconscious on the floor, Wai Ling wasted no time as she looked earnestly at her team members.

‘Right, Gau-Ying, you’re about her size so start getting undressed and do something with your scruffy-looking hair. You’re going to be a waitress not a laundry woman!’

Turning back to peer down at the spread-eagled waitress, Wai Ling expressed gratitude to another of her team members that the young girl was already being stripped out of her uniform.





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Money Has No Uniform

Chapter One

Hong Cheng, once the financial capital of south China is in ruins. It is the year 2020; civil unrest in China has left the city ungovernable and for the most part, forgotten. The big banking corporations now squeeze outrageous profits and dictate life to every one of the city’s seven million residents. With this dysfunctional control brings corruption, chaos and pure greed. A whole city founded on immorality and the lust for power and profit, no matter what the human cost. Yet now, after years of suffering a number of wealthy private citizens are now beginning to fight back, to reclaim their once great city by smashing the control of the evil banking magnets forever.

7 pm, at an abandoned factory complex in the heart of a rundown industrial estate near to the city centre.

Eight stern looking, mostly middle-aged women sat motionless around a long, oak table. They were waiting for a purpose. Tonight, after months of planning they would begin their campaign of revenge on the banking sector. Now their leader, industrialist, multi-billionaire casual computer hacker, Madam Wu Fung, stood up to address her fellow syndicate members.

‘We are all here because we share a very special thirst for justice. Each one of us has lost a either a business or member of our families to these corporate crooks. Nevertheless, we shall have our revenge. May I first remind you of my own story? Although, I have power and money and own this building and many others, our so-called bank, the hated ‘Standard Chase Bank’ one day decided to increase its interest rates to a criminal level. As well as this, they black listed our family for challenging them in court. They also bullied my dear husband by tapping his phone, closing his accounts and issuing illegal fines, all designed to maximize their filthy profits and run our business into the ground. As you know, he, like all your husbands and sons finally committed suicide as a result this harassment. So yes, I have a grudge, we all have a grudge. The legal system is controlled by the banks, the government doesn’t care, so from tonight we fight back the only way we know how’.

Madam Wu, her face full of emotion took a step back and sipped gently from a clear glass of water that she now held in her hand.

‘Open the file containing the documents that you all have in front of you. We shall begin hurting each bank one by one, by taking and using their assets against them, in particular their so-called ‘human’ resources. Indeed, we shall use their proud colours against them and spread panic across their greedy businesses until it is they, not us. Who are brought to their knees?’

Taking a second sip of her water, Madam Wu continued once more:

‘Inside these documents we have identified from computer hacking as well as some careless Facebook messaging the whereabouts this evening of four of their lowly bank-tellers. Let me tell you, this is a ‘need to know’ operation so I shall only reveal our plans as the operation progresses. What I can tell you all at this moment is that we are to abduct them from Newhey Karaoke Centre tonight, in the next hour or so. Therefore, be ready, the night is ours, our fight back has begun!’

With a look of unmistakable excitement on the women’s faces, Madam Wu finished her speech by giving her team, which had now been swelled to more than twelve with the arrival of six female Pakistani mercenaries, their last detailed instructions.


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8 pm, Newhay Karaoke Centre, Chung Street

As anticipated, inside one of the Karaoke lounges were four young Standard Chase bank-tellers, singing sweetly to the tune of one of their favourite pop idols. The girls had planned, just as Madam Wu had revealed, their evening quite innocently on Facebook the week before. Now the four women were singing away, drinking coke and munching on almond nuts having just finished an exhausting daylong shift. They were hardworking girls who had been looking forward to a rare night out together for quite some time. It was after all the birthday of their youngest colleague, the twenty- year old Angel Choi, who was the baby of the group. Next, there was the extremely shy Becky Tsang, who at twenty-four had recently celebrated her marriage to one of the branch managers. Then standing next to Becky was her best friend, the bubbly Kate Lee, a year older at twenty-five who was also curiously married at a young age. Finally, there was Coco Chan who, although aged only twenty-three was already tipped for a senior management position, yet enjoyed a carefree demeanour. Despite the questionable business practices of their bank, these were kind, sensitive young women who like most women of their age, just wanted a steady job and happy life.

Meanwhile in the Karaoke lounge next to them, the syndicate began making its move as all six women removed white coloured tissues from their trouser pockets and dosed each one with a generous helping of sleep-inducing chloroform. Then Wai Ling, Madam Wu’s deputy, spoke as she called reception to ask for some bottles of mineral water. It was merely part of the plan.

‘That’s right, yes, thank you’ Smirking as she put the phone down, Wai Ling ordered to team to get ready. They didn’t have long to wait, as just then the women heard a polite knock on the door as a young, tray carrying waitress entered the lounge.

‘Oh, put it on there dear. That’s it. So, what’s your name child?’ Wai Ling asked in a motherly, yet menacing tone.

‘Erm, my name is Apple, Apple Tsui, Miss’ came the reply from the obviously scared and nervous young waitress.

Wai Ling now moved slowly towards the shy teenaged girl as the waitress placed the tray on the forward coffee table.

‘Now listen, you are going to help me and my friends, aren’t you my dear’?

Young Apple Tsui, looked confused and desperately wanted to be out of the room. There was something very unsettling about the patronising and flirtatious behaviour of these strange women, none of whom, it seemed, were interested in Karaoke. Apple now gave into her instinct as she tried to dart past the scheming women. Sadly, for young Apple, it was too late as without a show of concern, one of Wai Ling’s henchwomen clasped a soaked tissue filled with fresh chloroform around the pretty young woman’s face. Apple, much smaller than her attacker and caught unaware, quickly found herself drifting off into a hazy and uncontrollable deep sleep.

With the young waitress unconscious on the floor, Wai Ling wasted no time as she looked earnestly at her team members.

‘Right, Gau-Ying, you’re about her size so start getting undressed and do something with your scruffy-looking hair. You’re going to be a waitress not a laundry woman!’

Turning back to peer down at the spread-eagled waitress, Wai Ling expressed gratitude to another of her team members that the young girl was already being stripped out of her uniform.

Apple, like all the company’s waitresses was impeccably smart and clean. First off was the young woman’s black waistcoat. It contained no surprises, just a few pieces of scrap paper and a pen. Next, the girl’s black ****ey-bow tie was unclipped and cast off into the general direction of the jacket. Now the white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a lacy black bra that held Apple’s large breasts in place, perfectly. Looking at her watch, Wai Ling decided to save time and involve herself in the undressing of the stricken young girl. Gently she lifted up Apple’s legs and one by one, pulled off the waitresses’ black court shoes. Now the young girl’s sheer black pantyhose soles were exposed, momentarily filling the air nearby with the strong and slightly stale odour of hot, sweating feet. Yet, without losing focus, Wai Ling carried on by unbuttoning the black trouser top and unzipping them down on, over and off the poor girl’s feet. Now, the pretty and good-natured Apple Tsui, aged nineteen, lay stripped in just her underwear and sheer black pantyhose.

Yet there was no time to lose, as taking out a syringe, another one of the syndicate members administered a powerful injection of sleeping fluid render the young woman unconscious for quite some time. Now with the waitress dealt with, Wai Ling began injecting the bottles of water Apple had bought with the same brand of fast-acting sleeping drug. The plan was now in motion as three members of the team left the lounge to the reception area of the centre. As they did, one rather arrogantly locked the entrance door, while at the same time her two colleagues began over-powering the remaining waitress and receptionist. The women, used to drunks, put up considerable resistance, but stood no chance against the powerful chloroform that their unsuspecting lungs were forced to inhale. Seconds later, they had joined their unconscious colleague on the floor of the Karaoke lounge and like the hapless Apple, they too, were also soon robbed of their identical looking uniforms.

As the women were being stripped, a tray of ‘complimentary’ drinks had been delivered to the bank tellers’ lounge. The girls had been told by the ‘new’ waitress that drinking the water would make them eligible for a cash prize, to be announced in ten minutes. So, without question or fear, the fun-loving young ladies, drank their free water gratefully as they collapsed one by one into an untidy heap on the floor. The luckless bank tellers were now unconscious and under the control the syndicate.

Now, Wai Ling, waiting until she was sure that she could hear no sounds from the bank tellers’ room, unlocked the door and instructed the members of her team wearing the waitresses’ uniforms to grab and gently shoulder carry each woman to the fire exit and then out of the centre and into a near-by parked van. Wai Ling, as careful as ever, had realised that the sight of four bank tellers being marched of the building at gunpoint was too risky. This way, she thought, should anyone get suspicious, she could simply explain that the bank tellers were drunk and the ‘waitresses’ were taking them to a safe place. In the event, Wai Ling’s caution was not needed as it was dark and the street was abandoned. By now, the four young and unconscious bank tellers were already on their way to the lair of Madam Wu and her private army of spiteful, embittered henchwomen.


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Chapter Two

After a short, but tension filled journey. The syndicate and their captives arrived back to their lair. Within minutes, the four unconscious bank tellers were taken to a large internal room at the centre of the factory and placed on a number futon beds that had already been laid out on the filthy floor. Wai Ling, knowing that her boss would soon be getting impatient, cleared her throat and gave the first of many orders that evening:

‘Right, so far, so good. Madam Wu expects us to remain on schedule, so let us be quick but not hasty. Turn the prisoners over onto their backs and start getting them out of their uniforms’

The women willingly obeyed as they knealt down and began unfastening the bank tellers’ uniform jackets. Showing leadership, Wai Ling also knelt down to join in the mass stripping.

‘Hmm, nice to meet you … Becky’

Wai Ling muttered aloud as she read the unconscious girl’s identification tag.

Just then, the scheming woman began tugging off the girl’s dark blue jacket that was quickly followed by her stylish buttoned up white-collared, sky blue uniform blouse. Next, the dark blue skirt was unzipped and eased off Becky’s slender, sheer black panty hosed legs. Now, the part Wai Ling wasn’t looking forward to … the shoes. Although, part of the uniform, she was apprehensive that they might be a size or two too small and would contain the over-powering scent of their rightful owner. Nevertheless, Wai Ling continued, gently prizing off the first of the shoes, and as she did, the moistness of the nylon-clad foot being forced away from sticky insole leather made an audible sucking sound. Wai Ling shook her head in astonishment. It never occurred to her that such women could ever be busy enough to sweat at work, even in such a sacred and immensely private part of their bodies. Seconds later, both shoes were off and only the white underwear and sheer black pantyhose remained clinging to the unconscious bank teller. Wai Ling now took stock of the situation. She had been lucky to have stripped Becky and not any of the other girls. Her uniform, although moist near the underneath of the arms was still fresher in both scent and appearance than those of her colleagues and although her foot odour was quite strong, it wasn’t as over-powering or unpleasant as it might have been and this was all the more amazing given the fact she had been in uniform all day long. Gathering up the discarded uniform from the floor, Wai Ling re-joined her colleagues in the next room to discuss what was to take place next. This was merely the first part of a very long plan.

Madam Wu now revealed the next part of her plan to Wai Ling and the others.

‘Well done, sisters. We now have the uniforms that we need. First thing tomorrow morning we shall infiltrate the Standard Chase customer service centre in Sham Po. As you probably know, it is the largest financial centre of its kind in Asia. There are more than one thousand bank staff serving an estimated 20,000 customers every day. Our objective is to commit widespread fraud by accessing the local database to short -sell all of that day’s customers’ stocks and shares. Most of you will be aware that I am also an accomplished computer hacker, so the codes are already with us and loaded onto pen drives that you will each conceal under your uniforms. The real reason behind getting these uniforms tonight is that we still need access to the local database to make it work. All you need to do is simply log in with the tellers’ IDs and let the pen drive do the rest of the work. So this ‘my sisters’ will be your job tomorrow morning, good luck’!

As the women dispersed, Madam Wu called over an excited and proud looking Wai Ling to discuss what to do with the new prisoners.

‘Yes, keep them in their underwear for now. I think the capitalist banking sector has taken enough from our society, so I do not intend to buy them any replacements, we'll keep them sedated during the day, but at night, feed them and make sure they go to the toilet and follow basic hygiene. There are also not enough beds, so I want the girls to sleep two to a bed and in the nude. This way, they can’t hide anything and we can avoid treating them like princesses.

Wai Ling agreed as she meekly left the room for the relative comfort of her bunk bed. Tomorrow would be as busy day for the syndicate and probably an eventful one for the bank tellers.

10 am, the following morning outside the Standard Chase Customer Service Centre, Sham Po

Five minutes earlier a blacked out white carrier van had delivered four syndicate members, now disguised in the smart banking uniforms of Standard Chase. Walking through the busy main entrance unchallenged had been easy with no raised eyebrows, after all, since when were bank robbers women who robbed banks wearing the bank’s own uniforms?

Standing in the middle of the crowded banking foyer, Wai Ling or Becky, as she was now called scanned for an empty interview room. Luckily, one was available just near to the main door, so trying not to look suspicious the team of young women moved rapidly into the office, closing the blinds as they did.

‘Right get your ID cards scanned onto the computer and log in using the codes our leader has hacked’ Came the order from Wai Ling.

The women did as instructed and soon the combination of their local ID cards and stolen codes had allowed the thieves to access the main database. Within minutes, they had either deleted or re-directed over two hundred million dollars of business transactions. This was money that even a bank as corrupt and greedy as Standard Chase could simply not afford to lose. Yet, the syndicate had not considered everything and were startled as Kelly Chen, Wealth Manager for the bank walked unsuspectingly into the interview to prepare for an upcoming meeting with a client.

‘Shut up, don’t you dare move’. Screamed Wai Ling who was also pointing a Browning 7mm in her general direction.

‘Now get on the floor and put your hands over your head’

Kelly complied as she was then instructed to stand up and walk out of the bank with Wai Ling’s team. Walking past her colleagues was painful for Kelly, who as well as being very pretty was also popular with her friends and customers alike. She wanted to cry but dared not provoke her kidnappers. Moments later all five women were in the van and just ten minutes after that they were back at the syndicate’s hideout.

Now, without ceremony, the petite twenty-seven year old Wealth Manager was taken by Wai Ling to a reception room and ordered to stand on a pile of plastic sheeting. Wai Ling did not need to speak from then on as she gestured by pointing her gun at the young Kelly to strip. The tearful captive quickly unbuttoned her jet black, all in one dress. As gold button after button was unfastened, Kelly tried so hard not to feel shame or turn bright red in humiliation. Yet she failed on both counts as she kicked off her high heels and peeled down and away her shiny sheer black pantyhose to stand to attention, arms folded in just a simple white slip and purple coloured knickers.

Although stripped of her business uniform, her ordeal for that day was not over as she felt the sharp prick of a needle penetrate her soft, china white arm skin. Seconds later she fell unconscious and was dragged off down the corridor to join her equally sedated colleagues on their cell floor.

So far, the mission had been a success, despite the unexpected interruption instigated by Kelly. But, anyway, now it was time to change the target to the infamous and equally hated ‘Chinese Bank’ of Hong Cheng.


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Chapter Three

In order to catch the banking sector off guard, the syndicate took the sensible precaution of immediately suspending their campaign of revenge. After all, they had won an important victory and there was no rush to finish off the banks, they could take their time and plot their next move against the despised ‘Chinese Bank’ and make them suffer the same way as the now struggling Standard Chase Bank the knowledge that they remained one step ahead of the authorities.

But, first things first as Madam Wu and her sisterhood’ opened up the cell door to address the five Standard Chase prisoners that had now been held for almost one week.

Madam Wu opened her mouth to begin to cruelly torment her young prisoners with both insults and judgemental remarks.

‘I know that you are not the big fish of the banks operation, but in deciding to join your company as tellers, you are also part of their crimes. So, you too, must all be punished and kept as a kind of ‘time deposit’ while we wage our war against greed’.

The five, dishevelled looking women, still wearing the underwear that they had been captured in, began sobbing once more, in fact, the youngest ‘Angel Choi’ began wailing as she fell to her knees. These were hardly greedy capitalist bankers, just hard-working, innocent young girls trying to pay their bills by working for one of the largest employers in town. Yet, if Angel and the others were looking for sympathy from Madam Wu, they weren’t going to get it.

‘Right, my beautiful girls. As you know, since being here you’ve all been able to use the broken toilet in the corner as well as the shower and we plan to continue to treat you humanly, however, there is to be one small change to your circumstances…’

‘Take off all of your remaining underwear and place the items into this carrier bag’.

The girls looked around at one another in fear and disgust. Although their underwear now felt rough and smelt quite strongly, none of the women wished to strip to nudity.

Yet, in adversity, great courage is often shown by those brave enough to confront it. This honour fell to young Becky who was determined not to give Madam Wu and her followers the satisfaction of seeing her cry or to try to resist Wu’s demands.

Stepping forward, the weary looking Becky, still only twenty-four years old, dignifiedly unhooked her bra and shook the off-white garment off until it reached the floor. As it did, Becky’s large and swollen breasts seemed to spring out of their confinements like jelly flying out of a jack-in-a-box. Her face, glowing with defiance, the tiny bank teller now peeled off her slightly torn black tights and placed them directly into the hands of one of Madam Wu fierce looking female Pakistani guards. Yet, for Becky, the biggest test was yet to come. Without emotion or tears the immensely brave young woman, followed the waving of a Madam Wu’s gun and began slipping off her urine stained white cotton knickers until they too were in the hands of the big Pakistani woman.

Becky, now gulped as she spoke:

‘There, we are not afraid of you. Do you like what you see? Here we are, naked and your prisoners. Do what you like to us, but please give us some dignity as our monthly periods are due anytime soon’.

Looking down at Becky’s small but bushy vagina, Madam Wu’s look of satisfaction was all too apparent as she replied to Becky’s defiant request for mercy.

‘Young lady, your bank has ruined thousands and it has indirectly forced many women to prostitute themselves just make ‘ends meet’. A simple life will be the best for you in captivity. You and your friends are now far away from your life of rich bonuses and fancy luxuries, instead you shall all be kept in the nude and made to appreciate the simple things in life. As far as your monthly periods are concerned, they are a natural process and you should not be allowed hide anything from us or your colleagues. Likewise, from now on you must inform us when you go to the toilet as we shall continue to monitor you with CCTV cameras as even this basic privacy is denied to you’.

With that Madam Wu left the room as the last of the prisoners finished stripping to the nude. A few minutes later the bank tellers were sedated once more. Now, with the women sound asleep, Madam Wu returned to her latest plan to rob the rival ‘Chinese Bank’ of their ill-gotten gains.

8pm, ‘Chinese Bank’ Lu Ho Road, Chang On Town

Six heavily armed members of the syndicate quietly climbed from out of the upstairs crawl space that they had been hiding in. Madam Wu’s hacking skills had once more been useful as she had been able to deactivate the sensors in the building, so entry via the adjoining derelict bookmakers’ shops shared crawl space had been easy. Now the women with their pistols drawn made their way, unopposed to the main counting room at the basement of the bank. Sure enough, there were still thirty or so uniformed female employees busily checking the BACs payments and counting the change from that day. With one deep breath, Wai Ling and her thugs walked around the corner and into the giant-sized room.

‘Ok, ladies, we’ll finish counting from here. You are now all prisoners of the syndicate’. Yelled Wai Ling.

Moving closer and throwing a number of large sacks onto the floor, she continued:

‘Put all of the money and contents of the safe into these sacks. Do it now and your miserable lives will be spared’.

The shell-shocked women complied as hurriedly filled each bag with loot. Just then, Wai Ling brought an end to their efforts.

‘Ok, that’s enough, my little marsh-mellows. Now, each and every last one of you strip, that’s right…STRIP! Get naked, we want to see everything’.

The horrified women simply had no choice as they stared down the barrels of the syndicate’s guns. One by one they quickly began removing their smart banking uniforms.

All ‘Chinese Bank’ employees wore the smartest light grey jackets with matching shirts and skirts, rounded off with black court shoes and flesh coloured tights. Although, it was the evening and there were no customers, all the women were still wearing their hot and ageing uniforms.

In under two minutes, the once smart and proud squad of nearly three dozen women ranging from eighteen years of age to a little over forty had stripped to their underwear and were looking grimly at their captors. Sadly, their cooperation would not be enough.

Wai Ling screamed in genuine fury

‘I said everything girls and I mean it. Don’t make me get you all upset’.

With that the women, seeing their only hope to avoid humiliation gone, continued to undress. In just a few short seconds their banking uniforms had been joined on the floor by their tights, bras, slips and most embarrassingly, their knickers.

Wai Ling continued as her thugs picked up the discarded uniforms and shoes.

‘Right, my lovelies into the safe you all go. Go on, trust me, it’s the safest place for you my sweet banking bunnies.’

The women, now broken and desperately trying to conceal their private parts were quickly herded into the safe. As they did, some of the young women turned around only to see their captors donning gas masks and firing a gas pellet into the centre of the safe vault. Seconds later, the screaming women lay unconscious on the floor.

Wai Ling continued to address her team:

‘Right, the effects of the gas have now gone, so take off your gas masks and start piling the bank tellers up on top of one another. I want to see a wall of naked flesh. This is also what I want the bank’s owners to see when they open the safe … a room full of their staff, naked and arranged like playthings in a manner of OUR choosing.’

The women all laughed as they began picking up and rearranging the naked bank tellers into a wall of nudity and humiliation. Yet a few minutes later with dynamite charges set, the team of syndicate thugs left along with twenty million dollars in cash and more than thirty ‘Chinese Bank’ uniforms.

About an hour or so later the building would be destroyed, thus removing a visible symbol of the bank. Yet the women employees would be safely spared they were in the safe, only later to be publically humiliated when the vault was to be found by rescue workers and then opened on live National television.


Chapter Four

Following the daring assault on the ‘Chinese Bank’ the syndicate, as before, laid low for a few weeks. Both of the main Hong Cheng banks had been badly crippled by the syndicate attacks upon them. As a result, security was now intense at both banking institutions and the authorities had begun stepped upon armed patrols in the city’s centre.

Madam Wu, looked despondent as she spoke to her gang of vicious thugs:

‘Tomorrow morning we shall strike at the heart of the banking sector. We would be foolish to direct our resources at the same two banks or to attempt yet another ‘take down’ of one of their branches. So tomorrow we shall hurt the last of the remaining banks that has caused us so much misery. You see, the ‘Bank of West Asia’ is just as guilty as the other two evil empires of ruining us. They have a nice little bankers conference planned at a hotel just outside of town in the morning. They’ll be awarding their fat bonuses to one another, but we shall…’

Just then Madam Wu stopped as she heard the sound of a police helicopter above the compound.

‘For God’s sake, get to the prisoners before any of them try can tries to signal the helicopter. I know they are secure, but the police copter might have sophisticated listening devices.’

With that, Madam Wu took out a small bottle of chloroform and dabbed it on some tissues. By then, she was joined by four of her most fierce looking Pakistani guards as the door of the cell containing the imprisoned bank tellers was forced open. Madam Wu’s worse fears were realised as she saw one of the prisoners banging loudly on the barred windows. Without a moment to lose, the syndicate enforcers began chasing and wrestling with the naked, screaming young prisoners. It was an unbelievable sight, rather like a group of female farmers chasing a group of scared chickens across a sealed courtyard. Yet, soon the inevitability of the situation became apparent as each woman was caught, overpowered and subdued. Now, the once hysterical screams for freedom were replaced with more familiar moans and mmming of the semi-conscious bank tellers. Just seconds later, even this sweet melody of despair would turn silent as the imprisoned young women drifted off into deep, but fully relaxed sleep. Gradually, the sound of the police helicopter petered out into the distance. The crisis was over, yet Madam Wu knew that time was running out, so she and her syndicate would need to act fast if revenge was to be metered out accordingly to the Bank of West Asia.

9 am, Shenzhen Highway, just outside Hong Cheng city

Lying in the middle of the road, pretending to have been injured in a car accident was not at all risky for Wai Ling. Her boss, Madam Wu had hacked into the Department of Transport’s main computer site and this meant that a whole stretch of the highway was closed. Indeed, the only vehicle still travelling on that road was the Bank of West Asia shuttle bus, which as Wai Ling and her hidden team of thugs could see was now stopping to see what assistance it could give to the ‘stricken’ Wai Ling.

As the six, very pretty uniformed wearing bank employees exited the mini-bus with a first aid kit in their hands, they were at once greeted with almost a dozen heavily armed young women brandishing pistols and pointing them directly at the tellers.

Wai Ling was determined to assert herself before any of the young women had the chance to escape.

‘Right, get behind the van and lose the uniforms. I promise you will be spared if you cooperate.’

The women, looking confused, quickly began stripping. First came the black court shoes that each woman kicked off almost without hesitation, then came the red jacket and matching skirt, followed by the smart, white sleeveless shirts. All were effortlessly heaved off and scattered onto the ground for their new owners to try on, leaving the unfortunate young women in just their underwear and flesh coloured pantyhose.

‘Well, well, record time ladies’ as Wai Ling mockingly clapped her hands at the stripped bank tellers.

‘Now, get into this’ As one of Wai Ling’s guards gestured towards an old roadside hut. The women complied and as they entered were all forced own onto their knees. Once in this submissive position, the syndicate guards started binding their legs with rope and handcuffing their wrists. A scarf gag was then applied to every woman. With this all completed, the women were locked tight inside the windowless hut and left to ponder their future. Now, with the Bank’s shuttle bus full of disguised syndicate members, it wasn’t long before it arrived at the banking conference with its hostile cargo.

Upon arriving at the smallish, yet rather up-market hotel, the team walked straight into the conference hall and took their seats near to the front of the presentation show. Cleverly, Madam Wu had already hacked the security codes of the presentation and now the phony banking party took out their mobile phones and began sending an alternative, over-riding program to the presentation computer. With the world of banking watching via video conferencing and local TV media, the ‘alternative’ presentation was shown. Instead of the usual heaps of ‘self-congratulations’ and outright lies about moral responsibility, the truth was revealed as interactive ppt. slide after slide was shown, giving clear evidence of the bank’s criminal activities such as price fixing and money laundering.

Panicking, the panicking officials tried their hardest to shut down the presentation, yet the cunning Madam Wu had locked her crafty little program into the server and had also disabled the automatic shutdown devices. By the time the convention organisers had the situation under control, Wai Ling and her team had already left the building and were making their way safely to their secret hidout.

Yet, this was not to be their moment of triumph, rather it can be said that this was the point that it all started to go wrong. Unluckily for the syndicate, they had been identified by a banking employee, no other than the notorious Rosetta Chan, head of the Hong Cheng Banking Alliance Security Bureau. From now on, they would be the hunted.

(final chapter missing )