Deception Part I

[lord maul]

Prologue

Sometimes the people that you work around or for can
be the most devious especially the state. During the Vietnam
Campaign some believed that parts of the institution did things to perpetuate the war creating situations for back home maybe others have and perhaps still do such things.

Ulster 1983:

British Army Ltn. Laura Whittaker sat behind the wheel of the car with service plates, black leather gloved Hands on the lap
Of the light grey knee length A- line uniform skirt hugging her hips and firm bottom, shapely legs encased in sheer, silky, light grey nylon, culminating in shiny black dress heels. The stunning 23 year olds slender figure was wrapped in the matching tight uniform jacket and the crisp white cotton shirt and neck tab tie were visble above the top of the 4 shiny buttons holding it to her curves. The blonde hair pinned into a french roll beneath her grey cap, with its black peak, as her blue eyes gazed out of the front window at the dull August day.

"Where are they " she sighed half addressing her travelling companion.

Capt. Rebecca Sterling, an attractive woman some 8 years older then her subordinate, sat in the passenger seat.
Rebecca was from a different branch of the Army then her companion, who was with the Quarter master, so she wore an olive green uniform, which also fit her curvy form but she wore sheer brown nylon hose. Her cap sat atop auburn hair, pinned in a tidy bun and right now her hazel brown eyes scanned the documents on her lap, as gloved hands tidied them and placed them back in the attache case.

"They'll be here" she replied without looking up "the ferry was probably on time."

Both officers had been given this assignment and told it was to be kept low key. They were here to inspect UDR (Ulster Defence Regiment) bases and check inventory so they had been told. They had been chosen because they were dedicated career officers seeking promotion
Laura checked her watch, whilst Rebecca checked the Browning 9mm in the glove box.

At the same moment Donal O'Shea stood in the phone box,
reciever in one hand, whilst frantically writing with a pencil in the other. The dark haired bearded Irishman said "Yes it's all sorted we've got it all in place.' The voice at the other end had a well spoken English accent.

Donal repeated back 'Whittaker and Sterling is that right.'
The voice at the other end must have confirmed it, as the burley Ulsternan replied 'Ok got it" before hanging up.

As he crossed to a dark Dodge commer van, an RUC(Royal Ulster Constabulary)patrol car pulled up and 2 women in dark green caps, skirts and tunics climbed out, black ties at the
necks of white cotton shirts and tan hosed legs, feet inside dark lace up shoes.

Donal looked across as 2 men climbed out from the back
of the car as the bearded man approached.
Patrick and Feargal walked to the back of the car and stood waiting as Donal reached them.

"Any problems" he asked
"None at all" replied Feargal, a fit looking 6 footer.
The vehicles were parked in a quiet cul-de-sac, behind some empty garages, away from prying eyes.
Patrick lifted the boot to reveal 2 curvy women bound and gagged, one a young redhead with light green eyes and ponytail,wearing black lacy camisole, the other looked to be in her mid 30s with brown collar length hair, blue eyes, wearing a plain white cotton bra and tight
pink panty girdle, both wearing reinforced crotch tan RHT pantyhose. Both women looked petrified and had been laid with their heads at opposite ends in the cramped space. Only an hour earlier they had been on their way to meet 2 British female Army Officers, before stopping for a woman by a broken down car., when suddenly they had been grabbed from behind, arms pinned and a chloroform soaked cloth placed over their mouths and noses rendering them unconscious.
Now they lay in their underwear and tights, wrist bound in front of them, arms secured to their torso's below firm bust, legs tied at the ankles and mid thigh, a single wide strip of fabric sticking plaster had been stretched over moist lips, which had molded themselves into the material, holding in the dirty balled up panties that filled each mouth.

"Ok time for another nap" announced Patrick, as he and Feargal pressed the freshly dampened cloths over the noses of the frantically mewling policewomens faces forcing them to breath in the ether, until their eyes closed and only the steady rising and falling of milky white breast confirmed they were now in an artificial slumber.

Donal walked to the 2 fake officers and handed one a piece of paper. 'Whittaker and Sterling" he said before he and the other 2 Irishmen climbed into the van and followed the patrol car.

"Ah here they are" announced Rebecca as the 2 police officers climbed from the car. Both Army officers exited the car Brownings tucked in the waistband at the back of their
skirts. At 5ft '9' Laura was slightly taller the the 5ft '7' Captain.

"Ltn.Whittaker and Capt. Sterling", the fake RUC girls enquired.
Not suspecting anything amiss the 2 British Military officers replied in unison 'That's right"
'"We're you escort, will you follow us" before returning quickly to their car
Laura and Rebecca climbed back into their own vehicle and unsuspecting followed. A quick check in the mirror would gave revealed the dark Commer van which had pulled out and now followed.

[FemaleSpy]

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