Taking down the Monteleones 2: The Santa Anna

[Arc]

Hello all,

This is my fourth story. It sees the Organization continue to go against the Monteleones, still quite kicking even after the arrest of Don Carlo.

While I'm trying to improve my writing skills, I'm sure that they still leave much to be desired. Therefore, all feedback is appreciated. I hope you'll enjoy.

The Santa Anna

Classified location, the Organization’s headquarters, late March of 20//

“Boss” “Albert” “At your request I’ve isolated for you a contract which may interest you. I believe you know this man” said the secretary, pointing at the photo which had come up on the screen.
Smiling at the two was a middle aged Hispanic men, with his black hairs greyed by his age. “Matias Cordobal. The Monteleone’s middleman with the Mexican Cartels.” “Yes, and now that we have put don Carlo in prison he has also become a close confidante of the acting don, his son Luca.” “Isn’t Cordobal the one who paints himself as the patron of the arts?” “You are correct boss. He has a passion for theatre, ballet and the opera, and he likes to paint himself as a modern patron” “Who patronizes using blood money from the Mafia and the Cartels” “Yes, well he says that the money comes from his unspecified businesses. Anyway, this passion of Cordobal is the reason we have received this commission. This is the deputy chief of the Mexican Police, Marcos Hernandez”
On the flat screen appeared the image of a man of about Cordobal’s age, with a face crowned by a grey brush mustache. “He has been going after Cordobal since he was a lowly subofficer and Cordobal was little more than a drug courier. He has reliable intel that he is using his new theatre which is going to open soon for money laundering” “And he wants us to do what? Make photos of his books?” “I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated boss: he says that he is confident that he can obtain a search warrant if they find one of our donors” “Then what’s the point of infiltrating? Just send some newbie to steal the clothes of a passerby and we call it a day” “Boss, let me finish. First we have to ruin his inauguration. Cordobal has quite the contacts in the Mexican Government. Powerful people in his pocket who can protect him. In fact, he has such strong contacts that he has menaged to have them convince the Mexican President to attend.” “But if it is such an embarrassment Cordobal will be disgraced in front of the President, and even the world’s largest bribe won’t protect him, as the politicians will first and foremost try to avoid the ire of the president”
“Exactly boss. So, you want to take the contract” “Of course I want to Albert. You know very well that when I can I always strike at the Monteleone” “Well, you’ll need the support of some other teams, because the theatre is enormous” “Yes, I’ve read about it. Didn’t he had built three different theatres in one” “Yes he did boss. The night of the inauguration there will be three plays playing at the same time: Romeo and Juliet in the Left theatre, The Barber of Sevilla in the Centre theatre and the Swan’s Lake in the Right theatre. You’ll need at least a woman in each theatre plus someone in the control area…” “Yes Albert, don’t worry. I want team O’Gallagan and team Kaminski” “And I suppose that you want LaVille in mission control” “Yes I do” “Are you getting nostalgic? Because O’Gallagan, Kaminski and LaVille all used to…” “That’s not the reason and you know it Albert. They are the best at their job” “Of course boss, but their supervisors won’t be happy” “I know, and I leave it to your silver tongue to calm them.”
Having said that, Kate nodded at her secretary and headed to the door, as Albert touched some buttons on the intercom and said “Team Supervisor 298? I’ve some orders for you and your girls…”

As the Director’s office door closed behind her, Kate took out her smartphone and dialled a number “Newbie, you a fan of Shakespeare?”

The outskirts of Mexico City, the Gardens of the “Teatro Santa Anna”, the night of the Inauguration

You know boss, I find this costume ridiculous” “You sure Newbie? You know, once I…” “Who needs a sombrero this small” “It’s because it’s traditional and elegant Newbie” “If you say so boss”
Jane was referring to the little sombrero that went with the rest of the clothes she was wearing: a traditional Mexican knee-long dress with white sleeves and a colourful body, white long stockings and black high-heeled shoes. The outfit was coroneted by a little tag, on which the words “Usher” in Spanish was written. Kate was attired in a similar manner, as were indeed the rest of the women which comprised the two other teams. Together with O’Gallagan, Stuart, Brown, Clemenceau and Mendoza, also Kaminski, a pale brunette of about O’Gallagan’s and Kate’s age, Correia, a Brazilian woman with long raven hair, Smith, a white blonde operative, Wilson, who had sand white skin and dark brown hair, and DeAlbertis, who had ash blond hair like Jane, were finishing putting on their Usher uniform. Well, all but Smith and Mendoza, who had already their uniform on and were making sure that none of the real ushers would express, well, anything.
Isabella, Alma, Antonella, Natalia, Rosa, Susana, Gabriella, Miranda, Maria, Adriana, Esperanza and Angelita were all not very happy about their current predicament. The twelve beautiful Hispanic women had accepted the job for a series of different reasons. Some of them needed the money, other just wanted to work in the theatre that was currently under the nation’s reflector, others were just fans of the theatrical art, and wanted the free tickets that came with the job. For sure, none of them actually expected that the job would lead to that. Currently clad only in their underwear, which was white for Isabella, Adriana, Antonella, and Natalia, blue for Alma, Angelita and Esperanza, Red for Rosa, Maria and Susana and last but not least cream coloured for Miranda and Gabriella, the twelve were clearly not very happy about it. And they were clearly not very happy when they heard that Clemenceau had won 50 dollars from Smith because she had guessed that the most common type of underwear was white, and didn’t still seem happy when O’Gallagan told the two operatives to stop play games during a mission and Clemenceau begrudgedly returned taping Angelita’s ankles, the last of the group who still had to be finished tying.
“Boss, you sure it was a good idea to leave them conscious?” asked Brown to O’Gallagan “Yes Brown, because we want them found, remember?”

“You sure that they won’t notice 12 ushers missing?” asked DeAlbertis “You see how big is this theatre? I bet they have dozens of ushers. They won’t notice” answered Wilson

“Well ladies, gather around” said Kate, who as senior team leader had taken the lead “Because the ushers cannot actually enter the theatre itself, let’s all remember our roles: Brown, Clemenceau, you take the place of two of the spectators; O’Gallagan, Mendoza and Smith, you have to enter the control room, so you’ll need to dress up as some of the firefighters who are here for security reasons; the rest of us, with me, we need to get to the backstage, and what better way to do so than pretending to be policewomen making their rounds?”
“You’ve heard Buchannan, let’s move!” said O’Gallagan. The three groups separated and emerged from the secluded area they had been in. They were met by the sight of the hundreds of guests, who at their own pace were all going towards the entrances to the theatres, guided by both male and female ushers. It was on.

The gardens of the Theatre, one of the more secluded paths

“You should be happy Greta” said the tall black woman with long jet-black hair tied in a ponytail “This is one of the most exclusive events in Mexico City, even the President is here…” “I know Evelyn” answered the statuesque blonde with her hair cut short in a pixie cut “But still is not even close to an even remotely exclusive event in New York or in Paris…” “I know but still, if we continue like we are doing, we are surely going to be transferred somewhere nicer very soon”
The two pretty women were both friends and colleagues, working at the same international corporation in Mexico City. They had currently excelled in their last project, and were thus given two tickets for the “Swan’s Lake”, a place in a central box even. But still, Greta did have her reasons to not be happy about it. “They have passed Robert for promotion and transfer over me! Robert! The idiot is close to not knowing how to turn a computer on!” But her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of two ushers, a black woman of about her size and a white woman who would probably have fitted well in Evelyn’s clothes. The two were looking at them, and were capable enough to hide their size measurement as a “do you need help look”. “Finally,” said Evelyn “Where the hell were all of the ushers? Are there some personnel shortages?” Brown and Clemenceau did not answer, even if they knew very well why they didn’t find any ushers.
“Could we see your tickets please?” asked Clemenceau with a smile “Oh, box 2 floor 3 of the Right theatre” “Please follow us” added Brown. And the two spectators followed them, again lost in their thoughts. If they had been more attentive, perhaps they would have noticed that they were heading not to the theatre, but towards some bushes.



“Good work with that takedown Georgine!” “Why, thank you” If someone had intruded, they would have found a very odd scene. On the floor were Greta and Evelyn. Evelyn was currently lacking one of her silvered coloured stilettos, and was currently being “freed” from her matching cocktail dress by Clemenceau. At the same time Brown was currently finishing taping Greta’s wrists behind her back, using some of the tape they had been carrying with them, having already donned the blonde’s red dress and open-toed high heels. The fact that they were exchanging compliments while doing that could have been considered weird, but after all that was their work, and they were proud of it.
In no time the two were all dressed up, had finished applying some make up using what they found in their new purses and were looking at the two former owners of their clothes, Evelyn only in her purple bra and panties and Greta similarly in her black underwear, both of them tied up and gagged.
“Well, let’s move” “Right behind you”

Meanwhile

“Valentina, I thought we put out fires, not lit them” “Well, that’s why I use an electronic cigarette Sofia” “Knock it off you two, we shouldn’t even be here” said Mariana “Here, look, some ushers are coming. They are probably going to ask what we are doing here instead of making sure that the theatres does not take fire and the president doesn’t burn alive”. The three beautiful young firefighters were currently on a smoke break in one of the areas of the theatre closed to the public, this in particular because there was a waste bin, and were currently on unauthorized smoke break. The three were wearing brown boots, brown uniform trousers, a brown button up shirt and a yellow uniform jacket, with the word “Firefighters” in Spanish on it.
To their surprise, when the three ushers, a redhead, a black-haired woman and a blonde, did not start with a scolding, but just real close to them smiling. Then, the redhead, who was about Valentina’s size, looked in Valentina’s eyes and told her “You know, you really should stop smoking”. She then proceeded to render the firefighter unconscious. Simultaneously, Mendoza did the same with Mariana and Smith with Sofia.

Soon after, the three operatives were dressed in the firefighter’s uniforms, and the real firefighters were cramped together in the bin, tied up and gagged in their white (for Valentina), black (Sofia) and light blue (Mariana) underwear. As Smith closed the bin on them, O’Gallagan said to her two subordinates:” Remember, all of the lights, the curtains and the scenography is controlled from that Control Room, so remember what to do at hour Zero” “Of course boss” answered Hernandez “Then let’s move”

At the same time, in the area of the garden surrounding the back of the theatre
As she was making her rounds around her assigned path, Lucia was thinking to herself “While this is one of the most boring parts of my job, I’m afraid it cannot be avoided” At 23, she had joined the Mexican Ministerial Police out of a desire to change the country, and help tackle corruption. While she knew that the organization itself had also its fair share of bad apples, she thought that things were changing for the better, also thanks to the new deputy chief, Hernandez, and Lucia was happy to be part of that change. However, she was currently doing one of the more menial of her duties: patrolling. With her was her partner, Emilia, who was a bit behind her. Both were dressed in their dress uniform: Black skirt, black jacket, black high heels, nude pantyhose and a black kepi hat. They also had their gun, still in their holster, where it was most of the time.
“Mph”
“Have you said something Emilia?” but before she could realize that Emilia wouldn’t have answered, she was too pulled in the shadows.

“You ready ladies?” Kate asked a rhetorical question. Of course, they were all ready. Save for DeAlbertis and Wilson, who were still putting on Lucia’s end Emilia’s uniform. Said two were currently only wearing their white bra and panties, tied up and gagged with tape. Next to them were Sara, Guadalupe, Renata and Melissa, who were in a very similar position. If the six officers had been conscious, they probably would have dreaded what their sergeant would have said if she had found them like that. However, the sergeant wouldn’t have said anything at all, as she too was tied and gagged in her white underwear, her uniform donned by Kate.
When all of the operatives were ready Kate put up her best sergeant impression and said: “Ladies, double time!”. The seven operatives left the secluded area, and headed for the backdoor entrance.

“Boss, I haven’t understood what will happen at hour Zero” “Well Newbie, it’s easy. Hour zero coincides with the arrival of Romeo in the left theatre, Figaro’s aria in the Centre and the Swans’ dance in the Right theatre. It is also when Hernandez will radio some of his men to “find” the ushers. While they do so O’Gallagan and the rest will wait for our lead to start the chaos.” “How will they know boss” “Trust me Newbie, they’ll know. You, as Juliet, must only do your parts until you lay dead.” “I just have to do the parts from the fourth act right” “Yes Newbie, after the third act there is an interval that they had the great idea to put in. While the spectators won’t enjoy the opera as Shakespeare intended, it will help you a lot” “But, I’ve got a different voice and Juliet’s actress has got black hair so how won’t not…” “Newbie, remember that sort of skin-coloured sticker with some machine inside?” “Yes, I still haven’t…” “Put it right here” said Kate, pointing at an area of the front left side of the neck. “It’s a very expensive machine who you should thank the R&D department for. It creates a holographic head placed right over yours. You won’t notice it but the others will think you are Juliet. And for the voice, you can always fake it, can you” “We can do that? ”Talk in falsetto?” “No, create a holographic image of a head “Of course we can Newbie. By the way, when the lights go out, remember to run out of the stage” “Why boss?” “Because a light will soon fall right where your head should be, and that new gadget is very expensive. I would hate to lose it”


Entrance to the Right theatre, not long after
“Can I see your tickets please?” “Of course,” said Clemenceau and Brown, smiling. Asking their tickets were two of the internal ushers, two pretty young Mexican women who were among the ones tasked with accompanying the guests to their seats. The two were wearing a very different uniform than the ones worn by the external ushers: Black skirt, white shirt, black tie, burgundy jacket with the theatre’s logo, black pantyhose and black flat tops. “Box 2, floor 3, please follow us” said the one with the straight black hair, Ivana, while her colleague, the usher with black curly hair, Fernanda, was checking which key belonged to that box.
As soon as the four reached the 3rd floor, 2nd box, and Fernanda started opening the door, Brown and Clemenceau, realizing that the corridor was empty as the performance wouldn’t have begun any time soon, realized that it was their time to strike. “Please, enjo…”
thud
smack…
Soon, the curtains of the stage were pulled, and the two operatives started stripping the two. Soon, Brown was dressed in Fernanda’s clothes, and Clemenceau in Ivana’s. As for the real ushers, they were tied one next to the other with some tape and gagged, now only dressed in their grey ( Ivana) and green (Fernanda).
As Brown finished closing the door and Clemenceau adjusted the radio she had just recently acquired from Ivana, the two were all set.
“Don’t you think that we are a bit useless, Georgina, with no importance to the mission whatsoever?” “Well, but we do have a sense” answered Brown “How do you think we are going to all get out when hell breaks loose?”


At the same time, in the isolated Control room reachable only by a single set of stair, in a central area above the Centre theatre’s Stage
“So, remember, at 21:19, when the orchestra will get completely wrong Figaro’s aria and all of the swans will collapse we are to turn off the lights and make one of the lights fall were Juliet should be 15 seconds later. As chaos will engulf the theatres we are to go back to the theatre and regroup at lavatories 2C. Are we clear” “Yes boss” answered Mendoza and Smith “Well then, time to gain a degree and a better pay” said O’Gallagan.
In truth, the three technicians were very well paid. The complex system that they had designed was capable of handling the technical aspects in full autonomy, but they still needed someone to watch the machine. So, they offered the place to the same creators of the system.
Clara looked at the complex string of code that was imputed in the monitor before her, very happy with her work. The 23-year-old blonde was still studying to get a PHD, but if she and her two friends continued working like they were, it would be more likely they got an Honoris causa degree before. The American girl looked at her two colleagues and fellow programmers of the algorithm: her fellow American Abigail, a light brunette, and the British Anne, who had dark brown hair. She, along with Anne, had their hairs tied up in a ponytail, while Abigail had them free, at shoulders length.
Tock tock
“Yes?” asked Anne “I’m sorry ma’ams, we are from the firefighters unit. We have to check if the room is at risk of fire” “Your colleagues have already check before!” said Abigail, clearly annoyed “I’m sorry ma’am, standard procedure. We must check at least twice” lied O’Gallagan. “Then come on in” said Clara, pushing a button which deactivated the electronic lock “Thank you” said the three operatives in unison, closing the door behind them


Not long after, the three programmers were unconscious on the ground, taken by surprise by the three’s attack. The three operatives started stripping them, O’Gallagan Clara, Smith Anne and Mendoza Abigail. The uniform of the programmers-technicians consisted in a burgundy button up shirt with the theatre’s logo, black trousers and black sensible shoes. Soon, the three were now dressed in said uniforms, and the three real programmers were laying bound and gagged in a corner, stripped down to their grey (Clara and Anne) and cream (Abigail) bra and panties.
“You know how to operate the algorithm boss?” “No Mendoza I’m not one of the eggheads of Informatic, lucky us there is also a manual control panel. Smith, you handle the lights. Mendoza after 15 seconds have reflector 4A fall. I’ll watch the plays from here” O’Gallagan pointed at the three big screens to her right. One, screen A, showed that Romeo and Juliet had already begun. Screens B and C showed two empty stages “Just wait for my world girls” “Yes boss” “Of course boss, I just hope Jane gets out of there before the reflector falls on her face” “I’m sure she will Mendoza.”

The Backrooms of the Central Theatre
Having separated from Jane and Kaminski’s girls, Kate and Stuart hurried to the changing room which had been assigned to the conductor. Inside the conductor, a 33-year-old Austrian woman, the famed Helga von Hindenburg, was talking with her first violinist, a woman named Alice, who was younger than her boss by some years. The two, a blonde Helga and a brunette Alice, both had their hairs tied in a neat bun, and were both wearing a pair of black trousers, a black two tail jacket, a white shirt, a black bowtie, black high-heeled shoes and black pantyhose. “So, Alice, do you think that they are up to the task? Performing for a head of state can be difficult, as well as stressing” “Well, to be fair ma’am you are right. I’m feeling really stressed” “Why, we are going to help you then” said Kate, opening the door and closing it behind her after she and Stuart entered “Officer, I’m afraid I don’t follow you and it’s very rude to itruduggh…” Before Helga could finish complaining she was knocked unconscious by Kate, while Stuart subdued Alice. As the two musicians fell on the floor, Kate asked to her companion “So Stuart, you’ve told me you used to play the violin right?”

Kate finished tying her bowtie. While she, along with most of the Organization’s operatives, preferred the standard-issue tape they were supplied with, she still knew very well how to tie knots. It comes with the job. Stuart had already finished, and was putting on the shoes. In a corner, hidden behind the curtain of the changing area, were the real Conductor and first violin, tied up and gagged in only their underwear, white for both.
As the two operatives finished putting on their disguise, Kate took out two of the famed “stickers”, named Hologenerator by their inventor, the head of RandD himself. She then got close to the two unconscious women, scanned them with an Hologenerator each and gave to Stuart the one which had scanned Alice. “Know how to apply it?” “Yes boss” The two then put on the Generator, and turned it on. To the outside world, Orchestra conductor Helga von Hindenburg was talking with her trusted first violin “Try to avoid talking too much. Voice imitation training can only take you so far” “Of course boss but what about Jane? She has to fake her voice for two entire acts!” “Well, the Newbie has a talent for it. Now go get your violin. I sure hope your skill aren’t too rusty.”

Fifteen minutes later, backstage of the Left theatre
“BZZZ” A buzzer announced to the entire backstage that the 30 minutes intermission had begun.
22-year-old Lucia, the actress who played Juliet, was quite happy with herself “After all” she thought “Even if the Mexican President didn’t see her it was still an important role during an important festival, and she was still young. Maybe someone was impressed by her performance and was already thinking of offering her an even more prestigious role…” But she was digressing.
As she entered her changing room she first drank a glass of water and then started rehearsing again the fourth and fifth act. If she wanted to impress someone, she had to finish the play the same way she had been doing that far. She had been thinking of the tragic scene when Juliet wakes up from her false death and finds out that Romeo has poisoned himself, when she was interrupted by someone knocking at her door. She got to the door, opened in and to her surprise found out that her unexpected visitor was an ash blonde policewoman of about her size
“Can I help you Officer? “I believe you can” “Homppp..” The officer clamped a hand on her mouth, and pushed inside.


“Mphh… Mphh” “Oh knock it off will ya? I know that you really want to see your Romeo, but I’m afraid I have to take thy place” “Great, this woman comes in, strips her, ties and gags her and now tries to joke about it!”, thought to herself the young woman. Lucia had been stripped down to her light blue bra and bikini panties, had her black hair previously in a chignon undone and loose on her shoulders and was tied and gagged to her chair with some white pieces of cloth that Jane had found in the closet of the room. Jane was now wearing Lucia’s red dress with a black body, matching shoes, pearl earrings and white stockings.
Jane then pulled out her Hologeneratos, scanned Lucia, much to her surprise, and then put it on and activated it. If Lucia had been confused when she was scanned, now she was at loss of words: the woman now looked exactly like her. While she was still trying to collect herself, she then heard Jane said “Let’s get you out of view shall we” in a voice that resembled enough her own to be taken as genuine but the real Lucia and perhaps her parents. Hidden behind the curtain of the changing area, the pretty Italian woman had already resigned herself that the fake policewoman would have successfully impersonated her. Now, her only thought was “At least let’s hope she is good at playing Juliet”

At the same time, backstage of the Right Theatre
Most of the ballerinas who were to comprise the “maiden swans” were already in the stage area, waiting for their time to shine. In fact, all of them were there, save for 4 of them. Soon enough, the 4 stragglers joined the group. However, if someone was to compere the maiden swans with the ones of the rehearsal, they would have noticed that said 4 stragglers were not in the original group. And that 4 ballerinas were missing.
This mystery is resolved quite easily: if one was to look at one of the changing areas, they would discover 4 ballerinas: two brunettes, Eva and Katya, and two blondes, Margarita and Polina. The 4 beautiful ballerinas were currently tied up and gagged only in their white underwear, and 4 operatives of the Organization were currently wearing their tutus, white leggings, ballet shoes and bodies decorated with some white feathers, which made up their costumes.
“Ready girls” asked Kaminski “Of course boss” answered the three “Just try to make them fall without falling will you”

Central theatre, backstage
“Ms Von Hindenburg, it’s time” said a male voice “Of course, I’m coming” answered Kate.
When she made her entrance in the area, she found herself in the conductor’s position. She gave a glance towards the central box: inside, the President of Mexico was sitting, with at his left the minister of Law and at his right the Minister of the Interior. She also recognized a radiant Cordobal in the second raw and, some rows behind, Deputy Chief Hernandez. She then look at the orchestra. Sitting in the first violin position was Stuart, who gave a little nod of acknowledgment “It is on” Kate thought to herself.

60 seconds to Zero Hour, Control Room

“Huh, who would have said that, the Newbie is a natural actor” said O’Gallagan “She has them fooled. Now get ready, it’s almost time”
As the team leader said that, the orchestra started Figaro’s area, and the maiden swans started their dance. However, the orchestra suddenly went completely off track.
“Almost”
Hernandez pressed a button on his radio “It’s time”
Just as the maiden swans started to collapse after one of them hit another, and the public of both Theatre Centre and Right was about to start booing…
“Now!”
All of the lights went out. Confusion and chaos spread across the three rooms.
“Mendoza, drop that reflector!” “Crash!” “Now let’s get out of here and regroup, but first…”
As the lights turned on again, if one would have looked at the central box they would have seen a very desperate Cordobal put his hands in his hairs, and Mendoza get up and wispher something to the President
“Very well, deputy chief. Go right ahead”

4 minutes after Zero hour, Lavatory 2C

“Ladies, please keep calm and follow us” Brown and Clemenceau, still dressed as ushers, were “guiding” 10 women, members of the public of “The Swan’s lake” to the nearest “exit”.
In reality, the 10 were, well, the way out for the rest of the group. Romina, Maria Fernanda, Mia, Victoria, Julieta and Elisa were all part of the same dance school of Mexico City. The 6 young beautiful women had wanted to see the Swan’s Lake, and what better occasion than the inauguration of the new “Teatro Santa Anna?” They were all dressed in the same way: pink evening gown, pink open toed high-heels and matching purse. It was Victoria’s idea, as she thought it was a way of showing how tight of a group they were. But still, they couldn’t say that they were particularly impressed by the performance.
Together with them were 4 foreigners, socialites visiting Mexico City from Brazil who decided to also attend the performance which was talked about by everyone in the capitol. Francisca, Juliana, Antonia and Marcia were also hardly impressed by the performance. Francisca was wearing a green dress with matching high heels, Juliana a blue dress with blue stilettos, Antonia a cream dress with matching open toed high heels and Marcia a peach coloured dress with matching stilettos. Still, all of the women were blindly following their guides, until the two stopped at a women’s bathroom. Entering and looking inside, the 10 found the most curious assortment of women: 2 orchestra members, 4 swan maidens, 3 technicians and none other than Juliet herself .
“Now ladies” said Clemenceau, closing the bathroom’s door “We need you to strip”

As Kate finished putting on Julieta’s dress and high heels, she could not help but notice the other 9 operators, all in some stages of putting on their newly acquired dresses. The real spectators were now only wearing their bras and panties: white for Francisca, black for Juliana, red for Antonia and blue for Marcia. Curiously enough, the 6 ballerinas had all decided to wear also matching underwear, which was, of course, pink.

When they all had finished, the two “ushers” escorted them to the exit. As they passed through the main exit, they saw two policemen seizing the theatre’s books and two more carrying a fuming handcuffed Cordobal away. Kate smiled to herself as LaVille’s voice resounded in her earpiece “This is mission control; Hernandez is happy with your work and Cordobal has been arrested. I’m sure that headquarters will also appreciate the fact that your three Hologenerators are still intact.

The Organization’s Mexico Safehouse
Now, most of the operatives were either in bed or looking at something in their room. In the big living room remained only Jane and Kate.
“You know why it’s important that we do mission’s like these? Taking down mafia men and doing favours at government officials?” “Because we make the world a better place boss” “Yes. But also, because so we can continue operating in peace and we maintain the Agreement” “What’s that?” “It’s something you should thanks administrators like LaVille for. It’s the tacit agreement that we have with most government: they let us operate in peace and ignore some of the minor crimes we commit when doing contracts or self-founding missions and we avoid working with criminals, too much violent crimes and sometimes we do them a favour or two. Do you understand why it’s so important we keep friends with the worlds Governments?” “Because they always pay the contracts?” Kate smirked “Mostly because this way they don’t go after us. Do you think that they are just not noticing a trend with the uniform stealing? The Organization has been around a lot, and we had always had the same M.O. Thanks to the Agreement, they don’t do anything about it and we have room to grow and resources to develop things like the Hologenerators” “I understand boss” “I know you do. And nice work with that play, your…”
Kate’s phone started ringing. “I have to take it Newbie” “Don’t worry boss”.

“Well boss, nice work. Are you happy?” “A murderous criminal, an ally to the Monteleones is in jail. Of course, I am Albert” “I know, I know. I’ve read LaVille’s report. He is very impressed with Jane” “As is natural, she is a born operative” “Regarding that, how’s the training going” “Very well, Albert, thank you for asking” “Good, because I also want to train her. You want a director? She must also be an Administrator, not only an infiltrator” “You are right Albert. I promise you, when I’ll have told her, when she will be ready…” “I know you will boss.”

The end

[simon4242]

45 victims stretching credibility now ,, some of them violent knockouts and the police ignore this lol fiction or not ,,too many victims even with your premise that these crimes are overlooked lol

[Arc]

I'm sorry that you didn't like it but, as you've said it yourself, it's fiction. Regarding it being overlooked, did you read the part of the story when it was said that it was meant to not be overlooked, considering that it was the police (Well, a police chief) who made the contract? Again, I'm sorry that you didn't like the story but there are plenty of stories on the board that have an high number of steals, and of course its not credible if it's a work of fiction. I know that it stretches credibility, but again, you've said it yourself, it's fiction, it doesn't necessarily have to be realistic.

[simon4242]

mate there is a difference between fiction and absolute silliness lol as for the agreement not even close to being credible when so many women are being knocked unconscious ..a handful maybe but not the amount you are writing about,,fiction or not it still has to have some shred of reality

[esercito sconfitto]

45 victims in a single tale isn't too many victims.

45 victims in a single tale, is a good starting point

and this is final

but I am curious...Arc, do you start writing after looking at pictures ? can you post the links of the inspiring photos?

( Ok I admit I am puzzled because of the usherettes unoforms)

please go on , unleash the potential of newbie and her boss

[simon4242]

escerito dont be a nodding dog mate

[esercito sconfitto]

cheers my friend

[esercito sconfitto]

another question... Arc, your style , details and scenario's remind me of the early tales written by Tirepanted ...especially "The Greatest Actress"

[Arc]

mate there is a difference between fiction and absolute silliness lol as for the agreement not even close to being credible when so many women are being knocked unconscious ..a handful maybe but not the amount you are writing about,,fiction or not it still has to have some shred of reality

Look Simon, I belive you enjoy tirepanted's stories. I do. They are extremely well written, and I really love his writing style. But you can't possibly say that they are particulary realistic. In particular if we consider that the stories are set in a more-or-less confined area. Which is fine, because they are works of fiction. While I really like how tirepanted is brilliantly tackling some of the "absurdities", it's basically inevitable for an USB story to be very far from reality. I'm not trying to write a "realistic" story from the prospective of the real world. I'm trying to write some "realistic" stories for a world where an Organization centered around uniform stealing operates, run like a multi-million-dollar corporation. But you can't possibly think that this premise is even remotely realistic. The Agreement is "realistic" in-world because being the Organization too powerful to be destroyed but too weak to go directly against authorities, authorities and the Organization are forced to basically co-exist. And it would make sense for authorities to seek to "regulate" the Organization somehow (by avoiding deaths and attacks on governments). But because the Organization is too powerful, they still get carte blance on the number of steals. It's not realistic, but how could any of this be?

45 victims in a single tale isn't too many victims.

45 victims in a single tale, is a good starting point

and this is final

but I am curious...Arc, do you start writing after looking at pictures ? can you post the links of the inspiring photos?

( Ok I admit I am puzzled because of the usherettes unoforms)

please go on , unleash the potential of newbie and her boss

Thanks for your support esercito.

I don't really look at photos for the uniforms, I usually make myself mental pictures. In particular for the usherettes, their uniform is based around a generic "mexican traditional dress" in a more modern form. Not too dissimilar from this (https://www.etsy.com/listing/1394649998 ... -xl-floral), which is the very first image which appears when searching "typical mexican dress"

another question... Arc, your style , details and scenario's remind me of the early tales written by Tirepanted ...especially "The Greatest Actress"

Well, I'm really honored to be compared to tirepanted as I'm a great fan of him, but I think that comparing my writing style to his is a bit insulting to tirepanted, as he is much better than me.

Tirepanted is one of my greatest inspirations, so it's very possible that I may have picked up some of his predilection to describe certain details other then others. Regarding the scenarios, I didn't really base myself around tirepanted's Greatest Actress of All (Which was wonderful), but I can see some of the similarities. Still, this was mostly based around the concept of a "theatre infiltration"

[simon4242]

tireplanted writes their stories tongue in cheek but has a solid premise your stories have a more serous tone but are undermined by a silly premise...so we will agree to disagree,,you ask for feedback but when its negative...i will leave it there