DOWNSTAIRS
The imposter stomped down the small staircase….getting used to her new shoes
‘Eric…we are leaving’ shouted the imposter
She stood outside the living room……near the kitchen……..
The door was closed….no sound from within…….but she could guess what was happening behind that closed door……
She felt no remorse in leaving a fellow woman trussed up and subject to the perverted machinations of an unstable sociopath……it was their fault in making him a policeman in the first place…..
Right now it served her purpose……and anyway, she was unconscious and would be oblivious to his no doubt rough mauling……
‘Eric…….I am not telling you again’ her voice now very similar in tone and bass as that of the real Susan McBride……..
She banged on the door……..
Finally the door opened……
A rather flushed looking Eric was standing there…..looking furtive like the rat he was
She brushed past him……her shoulder knocking him to one side……
‘Hey’ he shouted
He was staring at her in the uniform…..something so familiar, yet totally different
Her watched her walk into the room…..the familiar black tights….her arse in that skirt, he was used to another woman’s arse inside that….not as round and plump as Susan’s, and know he really knew the difference.…..the tight tunic……the white service cap…..
He watched her walking towards the real owner of those clothes, she had that gun too……the real policewoman was still gagged and tied to the high backed dining chair, like he was told to do…..she was nearly naked except for those white bikini knickers…….her long hair all messed up and loose…….
‘Get your things Eric….we need to leave’ she ordered
Christ he thought…she even sounded like her now…….
‘What about that Slade woman’ he bleated
‘No time’ she said grabbing Susan’s police issue shoulder bag………
‘You promised’ he pleaded….he wanted more…..the beast had now been released……he demanded more
‘I said there is no time……I will get you another’ she placated
She was moving to get Susan’s uniform raincoat……when she paused
She had seen the wristwatch on Susan…she had missed that….and she had no timepiece…..
She moved over to the tied up Policewoman……and proceeded to undo the watch strap……
She noted that the girls gagged head was again slumped to one side……..the tights used as rope still fixed and rigid under her large and plump tits……
The gag looked tight and in place….the girl’s eyes were still thankfully closed
Her wrists and ankles still secure………
But those naked tits belonging to Susan looked rather crimson, a little bruised maybe……not the same as when the imposter had removed her bra……as if they had been both recently compressed, heavily squeezed…..by no doubt eager fingers…….in disgust she had noted something else…..
On her upper chest bone was a drying, glistening chrysalis like gummy substance…….the mess was also all over were usually her deep cleavage would be……that’s if she was wearing a bra of course
Dirty bastard thought the imposter……he had compressed her tits and used them to masturbate with……the residue all over her chest the result of his pent up and forbidden desire…….
She needed him right now…but not for long she thought……..
Eric Porter was unaware that his days were already numbered……..
She retrieved the wristwatch and attached it to her own……5 past 9 it declared……
Her voice was angry now ‘Move it Eric’….and to make sure she pointed the revolver
He mumbled to himself and collected his own cap and raincoat…….then reluctantly left the living room…..
She followed…..placing the revolver within the shoulder bag once belonging to the abused, bound and semi naked Susan McBride…..who, like Mrs Slade upstairs was thankfully unconscious
A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
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THE CRASH SITE
Taggart and Maze had reacted fast……it was their job…..they were always on call……always ready…..never really relaxed or off duty…...
After receiving a coded pager call……they had checked in……..
From there they both rendezvoused at a local football field……from there their special transport had picked them up
Both were female……….some of the best in their rather specialized trade……
They were hunters……..
They were now at the bleak roadside……..in the middle of nowhere
Four patrol cars, sat at both ends of the traffic accident, the blue lights fitted on their respective rooftops blinking away…..an unmarked car but also police was also parked up………
Uniformed police were stopping traffic and turning them around…..there was not much traffic anyway……..not that day….not in this weather
The rain had let up a little but the wind was still gusting…….the rain still fairly heavy, but nothing like the sheets of before………the sky a little lighter, but still gray and overcast…..the heavy cloud was still low……
An ambulance was on its way……..
The van prison van was still on its side….its once hot and steaming engine was now stone cold……..like the people inside
Off the road, away from the side irrigation ditches… on the moor itself…..on land more stable was an Army Air Corps Gazelle Reconnaissance helicopter…….complete with roundel markings, serial number and an olive green and gray dazzle camouflage pattern…..the pilot and co pilot were still inside…keeping the engines idling……..or keeping the helicopter hot…..ready for a fast takeoff…..
The down draft adding to the discomfort of the uniformed police…….who were getting even wetter…..and colder
Maze…..a rather good looking female, long dark hair in a ponytail, fit and lithe looking….wearing a waterproof windbreaker with a hood up and over…..…wearing jeans and hiking boots…….. had just finished speaking to a Special Branch Detective…….both were getting very wet…..
Taggart…..the second female exited the rear of the overturned prison transport…..she sprang out with the agility of a gazelle…..again young and fit……a red head with a frizzy short bob…..attractive……again agile, lithe and fit….hiking boots and jeans…..over her hidden black T shirt was a long buttoned up leather jacket, tan brown leather….no headgear was worn…….her hair looked soaked……she appeared not to care……..
She came bounding up to her partner……
The wind and rain was gusting again..…..the helicopter created a loud, ear piercing whine from its turbine powered engine……..it was very distinctive
Taggart got close to her partner and shouted
‘Struggle…...one round discharged……..it caused the crash……three fatalities, not directly by her……cause and affect……found the shackles……she’s running alright………probably fast too’
Maze nodded……a gust of rain catching her in the face….they both wore no makeup…….she did not flinch or register the rain or wind……she had known worse……a lot worse….she liked rough and hostile terrain……they both did
She remembered Novaya Zemlya……or up near the Soviet border coming in from Finland, Karelia……now that was cold
The male Special Branch detective was shivering in his thick coat……
Maze shouted back ‘She will be running West…….looking for cover’
Taggart added ‘She needs an identity….’
Maze nodded ‘West….away from Benton’
Taggart ‘She could be trying to be clever….head towards the prison rather than away……..the search spreads out….never in’
Maze ‘Not impossible my friend…but this time I think she is heading West……more people that way…….more women……..we’ll try that first’
Taggart ‘Roger’
She said to the detective who she outranked
‘This is yours…clean it up and file a report’
He nodded……
Not waiting for an answer she turned to Taggart
‘Let’s Go’
They both ran to the helicopter….Maze was spinning one hand in a circle….indicating a takeoff as soon as they boarded……
The pilot saw them coming…he gave a thumbs up……..he was getting ready
Taggart and Maze running low and under the rotating blades pulled open the rear door….once in they both donned headsets linking them with communications with the flight crew….…she spoke to the pilot…..
‘Captain…head West….follow the road for now…..low…..I will give you directions’
The Captain replied ‘Roger’
There was a blast and surge of power as the pilot pulled on the collective……immediately the helicopter rose and banked at the same time….a red navigation light blinking on its underside…….the uniformed police below attempted to hide from the powerful down blast of the rotors on full power…….
The pilot thought……keep low…..shit….there was no choice in this weather……which was appalling flying weather…..any normal crew would have refused to fly……
But these were not normal aircrew…..they were part of the Special Services Flight….their skills recently honed in Ulster….they could and had flown their machines anywhere and in any weather…..Hell, part of their unit had just returned from the Falklands……and some, although they would never admit it…Chile…..
The helicopter rose rapidly and disappeared into the dark gray and rain soaked murk……
They kept flying low……West along the B112 and away from Benton…..the next largest community in this direction would be Ashdon…..a large town, well off as far as these communities were……a low crime rate….
Visibility was down…it would be hard to spot a lone runner down there……especially her……she was like them…..an expert in escape and evasion…..camouflage and concealment…..
Maze looked up from the map…….she felt the shoulder holster inside her jacket, nice and tight, comforting….slid within was a 9mm Browning Service pistol….they both had one with two spare magazines……
They flew along the road for ten minutes…..a long time in flight time….the wind shield wipers on the cockpit swished in overtime……they saw no running figure……no abandoned vehicles……
The pilot came over the communications net……..
‘House coming up……starboard…police car outside’
Taggart was on the starboard side……’Got it’
Maze flatly stated ‘Circle’
This was the only building on this stretch of the roadway so far…….the house looked ideal for someone on the run to break into…..it was within running distance of the accident…..and within would be a new change in clothes……maybe a new cover identity…….
The site looked good……she began to look for a place to land…somewhere where they would not come under fire…..after all, she had a handgun….with limited ammunition though…….and they both had automatics……and more rounds
Eric Porter had left the house first…….looking disgruntled and cheated….but now criminally implicated in this woman’s crimes….trapped….there was no going back
A bit like Bonnie and Clyde now he surmised……he had watched that old movie once and liked it..…well, he liked Faye Dunaway anyway…..
Still bloody raining he thought……..
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden roar of a low flying helicopter…….in this weather he thought
He just stood there….like an idiot….which he was
Maze changed her mind instantly on landing…….a male officer had just exited the house by the front door…….
But still they circled…….checking
The imposter, dressed like Susan McBride was just following behind…..she had just cut the telephone line on the one phone in the house…….she did not want the two gagged ladies inside to be disturbed by any petty and annoying phone calls……
They both needed a little rest….for a few hours at least
She heard the roar and new instantly what it entailed……
She saw that perverted fool just standing there……
‘Wave you clown; she snapped at Eric…she closed the front door behind her
God he thought…..wearing her clothes had turned her into the nasty Susan he bemoaned….out of the frying pan into the fire…..
Like the false Susan he began to wave enthusiastically at the circling helicopter………
Maze saw the two police officers now……on the path at the front of the house…..both were waving at them……one female, one male…..just two police officers doing a roadside check…….
Are they being held at gunpoint….was she in there making them do this…….
Maze could see no evidence of that….no one hiding and pointing a revolver from a window……the front door looked clear……
The helicopter kept circling
‘Go and check in with the radio Eric’ she ordered
She stood there looking up…….now and then giving a positive thumb up……indicating all was okay…….
She walked to the patrol car…..very casual like, now and again looking up at the circling helicopter…...getting wet again in the process…….
She walked around……..to the other door…Eric was in the driving seat…..after all, men drove…women sat in the passenger seat…..well, that was what was expected anyway…….
The helicopter finally moved off……heading towards Ashdon…….
Taggart, on a different frequency gave the Police Patrol the all clear…..they were supposed to be in the area
Taggart and Maze had reacted fast……it was their job…..they were always on call……always ready…..never really relaxed or off duty…...
After receiving a coded pager call……they had checked in……..
From there they both rendezvoused at a local football field……from there their special transport had picked them up
Both were female……….some of the best in their rather specialized trade……
They were hunters……..
They were now at the bleak roadside……..in the middle of nowhere
Four patrol cars, sat at both ends of the traffic accident, the blue lights fitted on their respective rooftops blinking away…..an unmarked car but also police was also parked up………
Uniformed police were stopping traffic and turning them around…..there was not much traffic anyway……..not that day….not in this weather
The rain had let up a little but the wind was still gusting…….the rain still fairly heavy, but nothing like the sheets of before………the sky a little lighter, but still gray and overcast…..the heavy cloud was still low……
An ambulance was on its way……..
The van prison van was still on its side….its once hot and steaming engine was now stone cold……..like the people inside
Off the road, away from the side irrigation ditches… on the moor itself…..on land more stable was an Army Air Corps Gazelle Reconnaissance helicopter…….complete with roundel markings, serial number and an olive green and gray dazzle camouflage pattern…..the pilot and co pilot were still inside…keeping the engines idling……..or keeping the helicopter hot…..ready for a fast takeoff…..
The down draft adding to the discomfort of the uniformed police…….who were getting even wetter…..and colder
Maze…..a rather good looking female, long dark hair in a ponytail, fit and lithe looking….wearing a waterproof windbreaker with a hood up and over…..…wearing jeans and hiking boots…….. had just finished speaking to a Special Branch Detective…….both were getting very wet…..
Taggart…..the second female exited the rear of the overturned prison transport…..she sprang out with the agility of a gazelle…..again young and fit……a red head with a frizzy short bob…..attractive……again agile, lithe and fit….hiking boots and jeans…..over her hidden black T shirt was a long buttoned up leather jacket, tan brown leather….no headgear was worn…….her hair looked soaked……she appeared not to care……..
She came bounding up to her partner……
The wind and rain was gusting again..…..the helicopter created a loud, ear piercing whine from its turbine powered engine……..it was very distinctive
Taggart got close to her partner and shouted
‘Struggle…...one round discharged……..it caused the crash……three fatalities, not directly by her……cause and affect……found the shackles……she’s running alright………probably fast too’
Maze nodded……a gust of rain catching her in the face….they both wore no makeup…….she did not flinch or register the rain or wind……she had known worse……a lot worse….she liked rough and hostile terrain……they both did
She remembered Novaya Zemlya……or up near the Soviet border coming in from Finland, Karelia……now that was cold
The male Special Branch detective was shivering in his thick coat……
Maze shouted back ‘She will be running West…….looking for cover’
Taggart added ‘She needs an identity….’
Maze nodded ‘West….away from Benton’
Taggart ‘She could be trying to be clever….head towards the prison rather than away……..the search spreads out….never in’
Maze ‘Not impossible my friend…but this time I think she is heading West……more people that way…….more women……..we’ll try that first’
Taggart ‘Roger’
She said to the detective who she outranked
‘This is yours…clean it up and file a report’
He nodded……
Not waiting for an answer she turned to Taggart
‘Let’s Go’
They both ran to the helicopter….Maze was spinning one hand in a circle….indicating a takeoff as soon as they boarded……
The pilot saw them coming…he gave a thumbs up……..he was getting ready
Taggart and Maze running low and under the rotating blades pulled open the rear door….once in they both donned headsets linking them with communications with the flight crew….…she spoke to the pilot…..
‘Captain…head West….follow the road for now…..low…..I will give you directions’
The Captain replied ‘Roger’
There was a blast and surge of power as the pilot pulled on the collective……immediately the helicopter rose and banked at the same time….a red navigation light blinking on its underside…….the uniformed police below attempted to hide from the powerful down blast of the rotors on full power…….
The pilot thought……keep low…..shit….there was no choice in this weather……which was appalling flying weather…..any normal crew would have refused to fly……
But these were not normal aircrew…..they were part of the Special Services Flight….their skills recently honed in Ulster….they could and had flown their machines anywhere and in any weather…..Hell, part of their unit had just returned from the Falklands……and some, although they would never admit it…Chile…..
The helicopter rose rapidly and disappeared into the dark gray and rain soaked murk……
They kept flying low……West along the B112 and away from Benton…..the next largest community in this direction would be Ashdon…..a large town, well off as far as these communities were……a low crime rate….
Visibility was down…it would be hard to spot a lone runner down there……especially her……she was like them…..an expert in escape and evasion…..camouflage and concealment…..
Maze looked up from the map…….she felt the shoulder holster inside her jacket, nice and tight, comforting….slid within was a 9mm Browning Service pistol….they both had one with two spare magazines……
They flew along the road for ten minutes…..a long time in flight time….the wind shield wipers on the cockpit swished in overtime……they saw no running figure……no abandoned vehicles……
The pilot came over the communications net……..
‘House coming up……starboard…police car outside’
Taggart was on the starboard side……’Got it’
Maze flatly stated ‘Circle’
This was the only building on this stretch of the roadway so far…….the house looked ideal for someone on the run to break into…..it was within running distance of the accident…..and within would be a new change in clothes……maybe a new cover identity…….
The site looked good……she began to look for a place to land…somewhere where they would not come under fire…..after all, she had a handgun….with limited ammunition though…….and they both had automatics……and more rounds
Eric Porter had left the house first…….looking disgruntled and cheated….but now criminally implicated in this woman’s crimes….trapped….there was no going back
A bit like Bonnie and Clyde now he surmised……he had watched that old movie once and liked it..…well, he liked Faye Dunaway anyway…..
Still bloody raining he thought……..
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden roar of a low flying helicopter…….in this weather he thought
He just stood there….like an idiot….which he was
Maze changed her mind instantly on landing…….a male officer had just exited the house by the front door…….
But still they circled…….checking
The imposter, dressed like Susan McBride was just following behind…..she had just cut the telephone line on the one phone in the house…….she did not want the two gagged ladies inside to be disturbed by any petty and annoying phone calls……
They both needed a little rest….for a few hours at least
She heard the roar and new instantly what it entailed……
She saw that perverted fool just standing there……
‘Wave you clown; she snapped at Eric…she closed the front door behind her
God he thought…..wearing her clothes had turned her into the nasty Susan he bemoaned….out of the frying pan into the fire…..
Like the false Susan he began to wave enthusiastically at the circling helicopter………
Maze saw the two police officers now……on the path at the front of the house…..both were waving at them……one female, one male…..just two police officers doing a roadside check…….
Are they being held at gunpoint….was she in there making them do this…….
Maze could see no evidence of that….no one hiding and pointing a revolver from a window……the front door looked clear……
The helicopter kept circling
‘Go and check in with the radio Eric’ she ordered
She stood there looking up…….now and then giving a positive thumb up……indicating all was okay…….
She walked to the patrol car…..very casual like, now and again looking up at the circling helicopter…...getting wet again in the process…….
She walked around……..to the other door…Eric was in the driving seat…..after all, men drove…women sat in the passenger seat…..well, that was what was expected anyway…….
The helicopter finally moved off……heading towards Ashdon…….
Taggart, on a different frequency gave the Police Patrol the all clear…..they were supposed to be in the area
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Maze noted the house….quite not satisfied but unsure why……..
‘We will go further along the 112…..if nothing else shows up we head over the Moor….she may be trying to go overland’
‘Roger’ replied the pilot
The imposter got into the small Panda patrol car……..brushing rain off her new clothes in the process
‘Everything okay’ she enquired
Eric replied, all sulkily…like a child
‘Control gave us a bollocking….like where have we been’
‘Well we where rather busy’ the imposter said ‘as she adjusted her skirt and raincoat after entering the car……..Eric was watching again……
‘So…where next Eric…..you’re the expert’ she said
‘We are to set up a Vehicle Control Point…..further down the road, back from where we came from’ he paused
‘Or me and Susan did at least’ he sounded confused
‘Now……now Eric…most of Susan is still here, the part you liked anyway’ she hitched up the skirt a little….showing a little more black nylon sheathed leg….
‘Yeah, I suppose’ he stammered……then continued
‘We check any traffic coming up from Ashdon……stop them coming through….turn them around…..there’s an escaped convict on the loose……a bird……wonder who that could be’ he sniggered, trying to sound clever and sarcastic at the same time…..it did not work for him……he still sounded like a prick
Good job they were late getting that news thought the imposter…a pair of village idiots these two
‘We set up near the picnic and rest area near the national ramblers trail route’ said Eric….’nice snogging point that’ he added
Snogging being slang for kissing and heavy petting…….popular with teenagers and couples married to different people….normally late at night….in the dark…..
‘Just drive Eric’ she ordered….if he tried that she would have to snap his scrawny neck….literally
They did so…..she watched him…..she needed him compliant…..helpful and happy
Not for long though if she quickly found what she was looking for……another walking and talking clothes horse…..
A name and a face she could use for a while…….she needed time to get reoriented…….get used to being a woman again….make a few contacts…….make a plan…….she had to find her…..they had to become a team again……
She looked quickly at Eric……gormless twat as he was…….
He was upset, that was quite obvious…… grieved that he had not seen Mrs Slade tied up or more than likely he was royally pissed that he had missed chance to molest her and have a wank over her helpless scantily clad and unresisting body……at least she had saved Angela Slade from that indignity……if nothing else
She surmised that Eric was the type that normal sex with a woman was an alien concept…….
The silence within the car was deafening…….
She wanted no trouble yet……when they met normal people he had to be cool…….
They had to look the part….two constables carrying out their duties….with that typical English politeness….
She hitched her stolen skirt higher….revealing the lace of the slips lacy hemline underneath….and more black nylon…..she showed more of the tights on her thigh…….
‘Well Eric….Susan is not with you…..but her gear is……..’
‘What’ he grunted…looking ahead driving….the window wipers doing overtime
‘You know Eric…all that satin and nylon…..all that ladies stuff you kept fantasying about…maybe late at night’
‘Well..eh’
‘Go on…..have a feel…..I did promise’ using her husky voice
He looked over and down ……a lot of leg in tights there….he could see the darker run guard of the tights……his mouth watered…….just like the other girls at the station
He went stiff again…..
‘Go on…you know you want too’ softly spoken……
She felt her leg being stroked, the satin on the slip being disturbed…….she would tolerate it for now
She gritted her teeth….still smiling…..pretending to enjoy this creeps hand on her knee….then her thigh…..feeling up the soft black nylon recently on the indisposed Susan McBride’s leg…….
The car was drifting into the other lane…….
‘Be a darling Eric…don’t crash the car’ she stated rather flatly, as if bored
‘Sorry’ the car rejoined its lane……..
‘We will go further along the 112…..if nothing else shows up we head over the Moor….she may be trying to go overland’
‘Roger’ replied the pilot
The imposter got into the small Panda patrol car……..brushing rain off her new clothes in the process
‘Everything okay’ she enquired
Eric replied, all sulkily…like a child
‘Control gave us a bollocking….like where have we been’
‘Well we where rather busy’ the imposter said ‘as she adjusted her skirt and raincoat after entering the car……..Eric was watching again……
‘So…where next Eric…..you’re the expert’ she said
‘We are to set up a Vehicle Control Point…..further down the road, back from where we came from’ he paused
‘Or me and Susan did at least’ he sounded confused
‘Now……now Eric…most of Susan is still here, the part you liked anyway’ she hitched up the skirt a little….showing a little more black nylon sheathed leg….
‘Yeah, I suppose’ he stammered……then continued
‘We check any traffic coming up from Ashdon……stop them coming through….turn them around…..there’s an escaped convict on the loose……a bird……wonder who that could be’ he sniggered, trying to sound clever and sarcastic at the same time…..it did not work for him……he still sounded like a prick
Good job they were late getting that news thought the imposter…a pair of village idiots these two
‘We set up near the picnic and rest area near the national ramblers trail route’ said Eric….’nice snogging point that’ he added
Snogging being slang for kissing and heavy petting…….popular with teenagers and couples married to different people….normally late at night….in the dark…..
‘Just drive Eric’ she ordered….if he tried that she would have to snap his scrawny neck….literally
They did so…..she watched him…..she needed him compliant…..helpful and happy
Not for long though if she quickly found what she was looking for……another walking and talking clothes horse…..
A name and a face she could use for a while…….she needed time to get reoriented…….get used to being a woman again….make a few contacts…….make a plan…….she had to find her…..they had to become a team again……
She looked quickly at Eric……gormless twat as he was…….
He was upset, that was quite obvious…… grieved that he had not seen Mrs Slade tied up or more than likely he was royally pissed that he had missed chance to molest her and have a wank over her helpless scantily clad and unresisting body……at least she had saved Angela Slade from that indignity……if nothing else
She surmised that Eric was the type that normal sex with a woman was an alien concept…….
The silence within the car was deafening…….
She wanted no trouble yet……when they met normal people he had to be cool…….
They had to look the part….two constables carrying out their duties….with that typical English politeness….
She hitched her stolen skirt higher….revealing the lace of the slips lacy hemline underneath….and more black nylon…..she showed more of the tights on her thigh…….
‘Well Eric….Susan is not with you…..but her gear is……..’
‘What’ he grunted…looking ahead driving….the window wipers doing overtime
‘You know Eric…all that satin and nylon…..all that ladies stuff you kept fantasying about…maybe late at night’
‘Well..eh’
‘Go on…..have a feel…..I did promise’ using her husky voice
He looked over and down ……a lot of leg in tights there….he could see the darker run guard of the tights……his mouth watered…….just like the other girls at the station
He went stiff again…..
‘Go on…you know you want too’ softly spoken……
She felt her leg being stroked, the satin on the slip being disturbed…….she would tolerate it for now
She gritted her teeth….still smiling…..pretending to enjoy this creeps hand on her knee….then her thigh…..feeling up the soft black nylon recently on the indisposed Susan McBride’s leg…….
The car was drifting into the other lane…….
‘Be a darling Eric…don’t crash the car’ she stated rather flatly, as if bored
‘Sorry’ the car rejoined its lane……..
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THE CARRINGTONS
The black luxury sedan was a Rover 2000 Vitesse……quite expensive, low and streamlined, yet at the same time it came across as a large chunk of metal…..it was new, just delivered last week from the show room at the Ashdon Rover dealership
Paid for in ready cash…..not on credit
The car was a flagship model with a V8 engine………the car had an automatic transmission, not the rule at the time……manual or stick gearshift being the norm……..the car sported such extras as electric mirrors and locks, a trip computer, headlight washers and a four speaker stereo……all novel for the decade…..
Additionally as standard were plush black leather seats, a trim and modern dashboard with a sporty looking adjustable steering column…….with cruise control…..air conditioning and an electronically operated sunroof…..
The people who owned the vehicle obviously had money……
Even though capable of more……the powerful car carefully cruised along at 50 Mph……
Cruising along the B112….heading towards Benton…….the windscreen wipers working at their best……the rain was easing up, the sky getting brighter….last night’s storm was moving on…….
If the car looked smart…..so did the two people travelling within
The man driving the car looked around to be forty years of age…….he wore thick black framed spectacles, with a low prescription…….his hair was cut short, well combed with a side parting on its left……..he carried a very sixties look, which was rather intentional, it had been his favourite decade
He was freshly shaven…….there was a hint of male cologne within the car….but the overwhelming fragrance within was a heavy and sweet lilac…..the result of profligate use of a rather sickly and expensive French perfume……
He wore a well pressed, crisp white shirt……a black tie……..a silver tie clip
His suit jacket was hanging up in the rear of the car……together with his heavy wool overcoat…..
On the other side was a woman’s version of the same overcoat……lying on the rear leather seat was also a slim woman’s designer purse…..black crocodile leather with a thin gold shoulder strap…….
On his wrist was an expensive Swiss watch……currently resting on the steering wheel……
The man looked full bodied…..not fat though……but not athletic either…..
His name was Roger Carrington……a general manager of a local textile plant……..
A woman sat in the front passenger seat……
Thin and elegant………she was looking ahead, grimacing at the foul weather no doubt…..how the rain would spoil her shoes and stockings….she had said the same half a dozen times already since leaving the house………when he occasionally looked over Roger saw her face in profile…….and still the profile was good….even at 35 years of age……not much difference as when he had met her when she was twenty…..
Her hair was twisted low in bun….held in place by a large black butterfly hair clip, some locks of hair hung loose……she was a dark brunette with a fine neck…….large gold earrings hung from her small lobes……
She had a fine side profile, in figure as well as the face………fresh makeup on her rouged cheeks….bright red lipstick on thin small lips…a pointed and delicate chin…..
Her eyes were hazel and feline……enhanced by Dior mascara and eye pencil……her eyebrows thin and manicured……likewise her nails…..all in bright red varnish……
She wore on her head a black wide brimmed hat, complete with a floral bow….very chic and French……
Like her dress…….silky and shiny satin, figure hugging………
The dress was long sleeved…..with small buttoned cuffs……with a V shaped plunging neckline……..she had a well formed bust with a good healthy cleavage……right now the tight seat belt cut across and into that well curved bosom…….extenuating the shape of her lovely breasts……..no sign of her nipples under that satin silk dress, which were easily hidden from public scrutiny by the black bra and slip that she wore underneath…..
She wore around and hanging from her fine neck a thick 24 carat gold link chain …….
The dress hugged her waist tightly……..the fabric equally tight over the curve of her small stomach………the hemline ended well above her knees…...her shapely legs were crossed over one another, revealing a thick thigh…….was she wearing stockings, Roger was unsure as he rarely saw his wife getting dressed………and even less so getting undressed as they both had separate bedrooms…...her legs were encased in thin and yummy 12 denier black nylons…….her feet clad in stylish Italian patent leather high heeled court shoes
This was Mrs Claire Carrington
‘Trust your uncle to die on a day like this’
Claire Carrington was now looking into a small mirror set into the sun visor……checking her makeup again…….no doubt making sure her lipstick was perfect…..again……she was going to a funeral not a photo shoot he thought acidly……..
He thoughts were always laced with bitterness when she was around, although his face and mannerisms never betrayed his inner hate fuelled feelings…….the vain bitch….but he remained silent…….like he always did
After all……she technically had the money
Well her father did…….he owned the textile plant…..plus more did old Daddy……..
He surmised at the start on what he was getting into…..the sex was good to start with, but that soon died when he realized who she really was…..and her first affair broke the spell……so he kept chasing the money, secretly squirreling small amounts away…….but still, after twenty years he had had enough…….Charlotte was the only bright spot in the whole sorry saga….
Charlotte was their nineteen year old daughter….currently away starting her first year at university…..nothing like her mother and never would be he hoped….
She was Daddies little girl…….but he had never gone to the extremes in spoiling her as had happened to Claire……shudder the thought
He had most of what he needed in life……..yet in real terms nothing……….if it was not for Charlotte, he would have ended this charade a long time ago…….and run away with his small nest egg…..nothing fancy, but he would be alone at last…..
‘Well’ he sighed……’
‘I suppose old uncle Jasper never intended to put people out’ he said sarcastically
‘I never said that’ she hissed
Yes you did he thought….nasty bitch
He briefly saw her legs again….her rounded tits…..
Outwardly there was nothing wrong with Claire……he had heard from others, snide remarks at the club, at work and he agreed so himself actually…..that Claire was highly fuckable……especially with all that time spent at the gym……all that money spent on clothes…….
But all that feminine effort was not for his benefit……..it had not been for a long time…….and she had let him know too……..if not directly then by cruelly taunting him….leading him on sometimes……letting him see her semi naked…….or when she pranced around in the house in just her underwear……
Cruelty it was……..and cruel she was……..it was in her nature…….
He had been informed by certain unnamed parties that Andrew Gough was the new catch.....much younger than her or him……..he was a member of the same Golf Club……..a fit and smarmy bastard……..he had heard that they were at it like rabbits……business trips and hotels……and god knows where else……
‘I rather liked Jasper’ he said….and as an afterthought
’So did Charlotte…..he was always doting on her’
She said nothing……..it looked like the rain had stopped….he turned off the windscreen wipers
‘Hello’ he said ‘What’s that’…..straining to look ahead
Claire looked up….she had been placing her lipstick tube back into the slim purse placed on the back seat…..arching her slim figure and twisting her hips to do so……her leg raised
Roger saw her legs spread……dark shadow encased in satin and nylon……rich forbidden darkness between her legs……
Shame it was all off limits he thought……..
She looked forward ‘What now’
There was a rest top up ahead…….on the right……..
A few trees bordering a small concrete car park……a low squat grey building had been built there decades ago….built as a public connivance…….restrooms marked Gentlemen and Ladies………a few mould encrusted wooden benches with stool like chairs attached were scattered around near the tree line
The rest area was designed for tourists and hikers……there was not much trade this time of year….especially in this weather…….
There was a Policeman standing in the middle of the road…….indicating with official hand signals that they should pull into the rest area car park……
‘Where you speeding again’ she spat…….
‘No’ he defended himself….and he was right
Roger indicated and steered the car to the right….past the rather small, ratty looking Policeman with the comic like moustache……..
Roger and Claire saw the small white Panda patrol car off to the side……parked close to the trees that sheltered from the wind and bordered the rest area……as if the Police car did not want to be seen…….especially from above……..
Claire saw another Police officer….this one was female……..in her uniform and white hat…….
As the car slowed, the Policewoman positioned herself on the passenger side…….the woman in uniform was smiling…..
She was rather tasty thought Roger…….
‘Let me handle this Roger’ stated Claire in a rather pompous and arrogant tone……like telling him this was between us girls…….
Claire pressed a button on the door….the slightly tinted window started to go down……..making that distinctive noise that electric motors do……..
Finally, the Policewoman’s face was opposite that of Claire’s
Again in an arrogant tone that suggested she was the superior……..Claire, her pretty face pinched in annoyance blurted
‘Well Constable…….can I help you’
The woman in Susan McBride’s uniform was smiling…….but it was not a nice smile……..the Policewoman was saying nothing……just staring
Her eyes briefly wandered over Claire and her body…….
Claire noted the unwanted and rather personal inspection and was about to say something when the Policewomen in a deadpan tone said
‘I think you can help me Madam……help me quite a lot actually’
Claire Carrington experienced something that was rare in her life….she was actually speechless as she realized that she was staring down the business end of a black revolver……..
The black luxury sedan was a Rover 2000 Vitesse……quite expensive, low and streamlined, yet at the same time it came across as a large chunk of metal…..it was new, just delivered last week from the show room at the Ashdon Rover dealership
Paid for in ready cash…..not on credit
The car was a flagship model with a V8 engine………the car had an automatic transmission, not the rule at the time……manual or stick gearshift being the norm……..the car sported such extras as electric mirrors and locks, a trip computer, headlight washers and a four speaker stereo……all novel for the decade…..
Additionally as standard were plush black leather seats, a trim and modern dashboard with a sporty looking adjustable steering column…….with cruise control…..air conditioning and an electronically operated sunroof…..
The people who owned the vehicle obviously had money……
Even though capable of more……the powerful car carefully cruised along at 50 Mph……
Cruising along the B112….heading towards Benton…….the windscreen wipers working at their best……the rain was easing up, the sky getting brighter….last night’s storm was moving on…….
If the car looked smart…..so did the two people travelling within
The man driving the car looked around to be forty years of age…….he wore thick black framed spectacles, with a low prescription…….his hair was cut short, well combed with a side parting on its left……..he carried a very sixties look, which was rather intentional, it had been his favourite decade
He was freshly shaven…….there was a hint of male cologne within the car….but the overwhelming fragrance within was a heavy and sweet lilac…..the result of profligate use of a rather sickly and expensive French perfume……
He wore a well pressed, crisp white shirt……a black tie……..a silver tie clip
His suit jacket was hanging up in the rear of the car……together with his heavy wool overcoat…..
On the other side was a woman’s version of the same overcoat……lying on the rear leather seat was also a slim woman’s designer purse…..black crocodile leather with a thin gold shoulder strap…….
On his wrist was an expensive Swiss watch……currently resting on the steering wheel……
The man looked full bodied…..not fat though……but not athletic either…..
His name was Roger Carrington……a general manager of a local textile plant……..
A woman sat in the front passenger seat……
Thin and elegant………she was looking ahead, grimacing at the foul weather no doubt…..how the rain would spoil her shoes and stockings….she had said the same half a dozen times already since leaving the house………when he occasionally looked over Roger saw her face in profile…….and still the profile was good….even at 35 years of age……not much difference as when he had met her when she was twenty…..
Her hair was twisted low in bun….held in place by a large black butterfly hair clip, some locks of hair hung loose……she was a dark brunette with a fine neck…….large gold earrings hung from her small lobes……
She had a fine side profile, in figure as well as the face………fresh makeup on her rouged cheeks….bright red lipstick on thin small lips…a pointed and delicate chin…..
Her eyes were hazel and feline……enhanced by Dior mascara and eye pencil……her eyebrows thin and manicured……likewise her nails…..all in bright red varnish……
She wore on her head a black wide brimmed hat, complete with a floral bow….very chic and French……
Like her dress…….silky and shiny satin, figure hugging………
The dress was long sleeved…..with small buttoned cuffs……with a V shaped plunging neckline……..she had a well formed bust with a good healthy cleavage……right now the tight seat belt cut across and into that well curved bosom…….extenuating the shape of her lovely breasts……..no sign of her nipples under that satin silk dress, which were easily hidden from public scrutiny by the black bra and slip that she wore underneath…..
She wore around and hanging from her fine neck a thick 24 carat gold link chain …….
The dress hugged her waist tightly……..the fabric equally tight over the curve of her small stomach………the hemline ended well above her knees…...her shapely legs were crossed over one another, revealing a thick thigh…….was she wearing stockings, Roger was unsure as he rarely saw his wife getting dressed………and even less so getting undressed as they both had separate bedrooms…...her legs were encased in thin and yummy 12 denier black nylons…….her feet clad in stylish Italian patent leather high heeled court shoes
This was Mrs Claire Carrington
‘Trust your uncle to die on a day like this’
Claire Carrington was now looking into a small mirror set into the sun visor……checking her makeup again…….no doubt making sure her lipstick was perfect…..again……she was going to a funeral not a photo shoot he thought acidly……..
He thoughts were always laced with bitterness when she was around, although his face and mannerisms never betrayed his inner hate fuelled feelings…….the vain bitch….but he remained silent…….like he always did
After all……she technically had the money
Well her father did…….he owned the textile plant…..plus more did old Daddy……..
He surmised at the start on what he was getting into…..the sex was good to start with, but that soon died when he realized who she really was…..and her first affair broke the spell……so he kept chasing the money, secretly squirreling small amounts away…….but still, after twenty years he had had enough…….Charlotte was the only bright spot in the whole sorry saga….
Charlotte was their nineteen year old daughter….currently away starting her first year at university…..nothing like her mother and never would be he hoped….
She was Daddies little girl…….but he had never gone to the extremes in spoiling her as had happened to Claire……shudder the thought
He had most of what he needed in life……..yet in real terms nothing……….if it was not for Charlotte, he would have ended this charade a long time ago…….and run away with his small nest egg…..nothing fancy, but he would be alone at last…..
‘Well’ he sighed……’
‘I suppose old uncle Jasper never intended to put people out’ he said sarcastically
‘I never said that’ she hissed
Yes you did he thought….nasty bitch
He briefly saw her legs again….her rounded tits…..
Outwardly there was nothing wrong with Claire……he had heard from others, snide remarks at the club, at work and he agreed so himself actually…..that Claire was highly fuckable……especially with all that time spent at the gym……all that money spent on clothes…….
But all that feminine effort was not for his benefit……..it had not been for a long time…….and she had let him know too……..if not directly then by cruelly taunting him….leading him on sometimes……letting him see her semi naked…….or when she pranced around in the house in just her underwear……
Cruelty it was……..and cruel she was……..it was in her nature…….
He had been informed by certain unnamed parties that Andrew Gough was the new catch.....much younger than her or him……..he was a member of the same Golf Club……..a fit and smarmy bastard……..he had heard that they were at it like rabbits……business trips and hotels……and god knows where else……
‘I rather liked Jasper’ he said….and as an afterthought
’So did Charlotte…..he was always doting on her’
She said nothing……..it looked like the rain had stopped….he turned off the windscreen wipers
‘Hello’ he said ‘What’s that’…..straining to look ahead
Claire looked up….she had been placing her lipstick tube back into the slim purse placed on the back seat…..arching her slim figure and twisting her hips to do so……her leg raised
Roger saw her legs spread……dark shadow encased in satin and nylon……rich forbidden darkness between her legs……
Shame it was all off limits he thought……..
She looked forward ‘What now’
There was a rest top up ahead…….on the right……..
A few trees bordering a small concrete car park……a low squat grey building had been built there decades ago….built as a public connivance…….restrooms marked Gentlemen and Ladies………a few mould encrusted wooden benches with stool like chairs attached were scattered around near the tree line
The rest area was designed for tourists and hikers……there was not much trade this time of year….especially in this weather…….
There was a Policeman standing in the middle of the road…….indicating with official hand signals that they should pull into the rest area car park……
‘Where you speeding again’ she spat…….
‘No’ he defended himself….and he was right
Roger indicated and steered the car to the right….past the rather small, ratty looking Policeman with the comic like moustache……..
Roger and Claire saw the small white Panda patrol car off to the side……parked close to the trees that sheltered from the wind and bordered the rest area……as if the Police car did not want to be seen…….especially from above……..
Claire saw another Police officer….this one was female……..in her uniform and white hat…….
As the car slowed, the Policewoman positioned herself on the passenger side…….the woman in uniform was smiling…..
She was rather tasty thought Roger…….
‘Let me handle this Roger’ stated Claire in a rather pompous and arrogant tone……like telling him this was between us girls…….
Claire pressed a button on the door….the slightly tinted window started to go down……..making that distinctive noise that electric motors do……..
Finally, the Policewoman’s face was opposite that of Claire’s
Again in an arrogant tone that suggested she was the superior……..Claire, her pretty face pinched in annoyance blurted
‘Well Constable…….can I help you’
The woman in Susan McBride’s uniform was smiling…….but it was not a nice smile……..the Policewoman was saying nothing……just staring
Her eyes briefly wandered over Claire and her body…….
Claire noted the unwanted and rather personal inspection and was about to say something when the Policewomen in a deadpan tone said
‘I think you can help me Madam……help me quite a lot actually’
Claire Carrington experienced something that was rare in her life….she was actually speechless as she realized that she was staring down the business end of a black revolver……..
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
SIS – THE FIRM – TOP FLOOR
The two septuagenarian gentlemen had just sat down on two Chesterfield leather sofas……both facing the other……with crossed legs, both very casual in their general demeanour….
Both had crystal whiskey tumblers in their hands…..a generous dram at that….with just a little water for added taste……
Both these gentlemen, born of Empire sported greying white hair……one a beard…..both bore moustaches’ ….all finely trimmed and oiled of course……
One gentleman sported Tweeds and a Regimental tie, with brown polished brogues…….the other a Savile Row pinstripe suit, white collar and tie with stout leather shoes……..
Both sipped their malts…..savouring the taste…..both preparing for the conversation to come…….
The top floor room at SIS Headquarters was rather timeless in its ornamentation ……not many over time had ever graced this room……the King once, decades ago and long dead…….not many even knew of its existence…….and even less so that SIS even had a headquarters to begin with…….
There was an abundance of leather chairs…..old Victorian style wooden furniture…..green shielded lamps……desks with green baize and cabinets filled with volumes of books……that had not been opened in years……the world maps shaded in imperial red were long gone…….having a world map now seemed rather irrelevant……and a little embarrassing to boot……..
Barraclough was the latest incumbent in a linage that stretched back at least eighty years…….before then those involved in the dark arts lived in another building……whatever the location…..they were never far from St James Palace, Whitehall, the Admiralty or Horse Guards…….times had changed…….the world had changed……..the world less certain and their place in it……but these elderly gentlemen and others like them were the guardians of secrets……..secrets there were today…….but secrets from the past could still ruin them all……….more than that, disclosure could destroy what was left of their once mighty power…….it could destroy what they had managed to preserve……
Those secrets had to be protected……at any cost
The man in the Tweed opened the engagement…….indicating the malt whiskey
‘Most excellent’
And then……
‘Well Henry…..the committee are rather worried on this one’ still holding his tumbler….his even now piercing blue eyes holding the other man to task
Sir Henry Barraclough knew this was coming but he was prepared………as always
‘Rest assured Sir….I have this under control’ he sounded calm……in a perfect tone learnt at Eton……instilled in those that were born to rule
‘But why…..after all these years…..we thought she was secure…..both of them in fact’ said the other
He paused…….
‘The committee thinks it made a mistake listening to your recommendation when they were captured….we wanted them liquidated’
Barraclough opened his mouth…..the man in tweed raised a single manicured finger….he had not finished……
‘Benton as five layers of security……top level……..over the last five years she has tried to escape six times……on the sixth she nearly made it as far as the fifth perimeter…….masquerading as the Home Office inspector sent to check on her security……how the hell that happened beggars belief…….
He continued…………….
‘After that one she was supposed to be in quarantine……solitary confinement…..what the committee needs to know Henry…..and your job relies on this……. was why she was being transported in the first place……’
He sniffed ‘You had authorized her transport orders……you only Henry’……..
He stared and finally stated……
‘Care to explain old boy’
Sir Henry countered….he could not help feeling a little nervous…..the committee were powerful, shadowy people…..had been since its creation at the time of Clive……..in short since the creation of Empire……
‘Quite simple Sir…KOBA’
‘KOBA’ said the man in tweed………alarm in his eyes now
‘Yes Sir’
The man in tweed savoured the word ‘KOBA’
‘But it was destroyed man……five years ago…….when those two tried to get their hands on it’
Sir Henry ‘We could never confirm the destruction of the file…….when we got them they did not have it…..we assumed it went up in flames with the rest of Parson’s records’
‘Richard Parson….one time keeper of the secrets, head librarian of SIS……he was supposed to be untouchable…….yet he did go up in the flames if I remember’ said Tweed
‘Yes he did, all that knowledge lovingly preserved in paper and in his head gone’ said Barraclough…….and also thinking that the organization never really fully recovered from that one single event…….after all knowledge is power….what little remained had been transferred to disc….
Some files…..ones that could not be transferred still existed……but in a new Top Secret location…….and none of the surviving files were KOBA
‘Yes…….and Zoya again masquerading as his secretary…….a new woman no one really Knew……a new woman who was not what she appeared to be……..a new woman with Top Level Clearance’
‘Yes Sir…..and my predecessor paid for that……I believe he whiles away his days playing lawn bowls near South Sea beach….rather fuddle headed now’…..
‘Yes……damn shame…..Peter was a star in his own right once….shame what happens when the brain goes into shock’ he paused ‘but there was no choice on that one….get my drift Henry’
Barraclough ignored the veiled threat……
Tweed came back on track
’So why KOBA……and why now…..after all this time’
Barraclough again ‘We picked alarming cipher traffic….top band normally reserved for their intelligence agencies…..nothing new in that…….except some of our boys picked up on something…..something not heard in five years……from our Cyprus station and our man in Helsinki confirms it…….Moscow Central are dispatching a team to look into KOBA’
‘Their purpose’ enquired Tweed……sitting a little more straight
‘A deep cover operation……again……coming out via Turkey……Central too are to checking on the loose ends regarding KOBA…..somehow they know we have those two…….Moscow thought they had perished…..if KOBA still exists….they want it…..same as the original mission…..and will probably either try and spring those two or liquidate them if they can’t’
‘Just Moscow this time’ said Tweed
‘Yes……the Stasi are out on this one……Moscow would not trust this to the other satellites….the German’s had a stake in KOBA…….for old time’s sake I suppose……but they have had too many leaks lately…...too much dissent at home’
‘Yes…..the Germans….Zoya was German…...they never seem to change….the Kaiser…..the Fuhrer……or be it the Chairman of the GDR and Marx…..whatever the cause….they are still German’ lamented Tweed
‘You’re plan Henry’ again Tweed……who could guess by now but he still wanted it explained……..at least he could tell the committee that…..a little bit of insurance in mind
‘Well Sir……I told the committee then, as Peters Deputy…...Zoya and Zita…..I had my doubts when we caught them, I use the term caught lightly……they were both close to death when we had them…..finally……they took some persuading those two I can tell you…….we lost a few good men on that one’
‘Come to the point Henry’ sighed Tweed
‘Just pointing out how dangerous those two are Sir…...lethal and silent……they were the best deep cover agents Central ever produced…..even better than those in Spain back in the thirties…..we never saw them coming…….and once in they became nearly invisible……we find a lead….they find a new persona….they just kept jumping ahead…always planned……and we were always a step behind’
‘This new Team…….we are tracking those already Sir……not in the same league, standards were higher in the old days………but there will be other teams if they fail……it’s all about money……time and resources…..right now they have more…..they could swamp us with infiltration teams…..the odds are one could succeed by sheer numbers alone’
He continued…….he had Tweeds full attention.
‘That is why I wanted them incarcerated and not disappeared in the first place…….’
The two septuagenarian gentlemen had just sat down on two Chesterfield leather sofas……both facing the other……with crossed legs, both very casual in their general demeanour….
Both had crystal whiskey tumblers in their hands…..a generous dram at that….with just a little water for added taste……
Both these gentlemen, born of Empire sported greying white hair……one a beard…..both bore moustaches’ ….all finely trimmed and oiled of course……
One gentleman sported Tweeds and a Regimental tie, with brown polished brogues…….the other a Savile Row pinstripe suit, white collar and tie with stout leather shoes……..
Both sipped their malts…..savouring the taste…..both preparing for the conversation to come…….
The top floor room at SIS Headquarters was rather timeless in its ornamentation ……not many over time had ever graced this room……the King once, decades ago and long dead…….not many even knew of its existence…….and even less so that SIS even had a headquarters to begin with…….
There was an abundance of leather chairs…..old Victorian style wooden furniture…..green shielded lamps……desks with green baize and cabinets filled with volumes of books……that had not been opened in years……the world maps shaded in imperial red were long gone…….having a world map now seemed rather irrelevant……and a little embarrassing to boot……..
Barraclough was the latest incumbent in a linage that stretched back at least eighty years…….before then those involved in the dark arts lived in another building……whatever the location…..they were never far from St James Palace, Whitehall, the Admiralty or Horse Guards…….times had changed…….the world had changed……..the world less certain and their place in it……but these elderly gentlemen and others like them were the guardians of secrets……..secrets there were today…….but secrets from the past could still ruin them all……….more than that, disclosure could destroy what was left of their once mighty power…….it could destroy what they had managed to preserve……
Those secrets had to be protected……at any cost
The man in the Tweed opened the engagement…….indicating the malt whiskey
‘Most excellent’
And then……
‘Well Henry…..the committee are rather worried on this one’ still holding his tumbler….his even now piercing blue eyes holding the other man to task
Sir Henry Barraclough knew this was coming but he was prepared………as always
‘Rest assured Sir….I have this under control’ he sounded calm……in a perfect tone learnt at Eton……instilled in those that were born to rule
‘But why…..after all these years…..we thought she was secure…..both of them in fact’ said the other
He paused…….
‘The committee thinks it made a mistake listening to your recommendation when they were captured….we wanted them liquidated’
Barraclough opened his mouth…..the man in tweed raised a single manicured finger….he had not finished……
‘Benton as five layers of security……top level……..over the last five years she has tried to escape six times……on the sixth she nearly made it as far as the fifth perimeter…….masquerading as the Home Office inspector sent to check on her security……how the hell that happened beggars belief…….
He continued…………….
‘After that one she was supposed to be in quarantine……solitary confinement…..what the committee needs to know Henry…..and your job relies on this……. was why she was being transported in the first place……’
He sniffed ‘You had authorized her transport orders……you only Henry’……..
He stared and finally stated……
‘Care to explain old boy’
Sir Henry countered….he could not help feeling a little nervous…..the committee were powerful, shadowy people…..had been since its creation at the time of Clive……..in short since the creation of Empire……
‘Quite simple Sir…KOBA’
‘KOBA’ said the man in tweed………alarm in his eyes now
‘Yes Sir’
The man in tweed savoured the word ‘KOBA’
‘But it was destroyed man……five years ago…….when those two tried to get their hands on it’
Sir Henry ‘We could never confirm the destruction of the file…….when we got them they did not have it…..we assumed it went up in flames with the rest of Parson’s records’
‘Richard Parson….one time keeper of the secrets, head librarian of SIS……he was supposed to be untouchable…….yet he did go up in the flames if I remember’ said Tweed
‘Yes he did, all that knowledge lovingly preserved in paper and in his head gone’ said Barraclough…….and also thinking that the organization never really fully recovered from that one single event…….after all knowledge is power….what little remained had been transferred to disc….
Some files…..ones that could not be transferred still existed……but in a new Top Secret location…….and none of the surviving files were KOBA
‘Yes…….and Zoya again masquerading as his secretary…….a new woman no one really Knew……a new woman who was not what she appeared to be……..a new woman with Top Level Clearance’
‘Yes Sir…..and my predecessor paid for that……I believe he whiles away his days playing lawn bowls near South Sea beach….rather fuddle headed now’…..
‘Yes……damn shame…..Peter was a star in his own right once….shame what happens when the brain goes into shock’ he paused ‘but there was no choice on that one….get my drift Henry’
Barraclough ignored the veiled threat……
Tweed came back on track
’So why KOBA……and why now…..after all this time’
Barraclough again ‘We picked alarming cipher traffic….top band normally reserved for their intelligence agencies…..nothing new in that…….except some of our boys picked up on something…..something not heard in five years……from our Cyprus station and our man in Helsinki confirms it…….Moscow Central are dispatching a team to look into KOBA’
‘Their purpose’ enquired Tweed……sitting a little more straight
‘A deep cover operation……again……coming out via Turkey……Central too are to checking on the loose ends regarding KOBA…..somehow they know we have those two…….Moscow thought they had perished…..if KOBA still exists….they want it…..same as the original mission…..and will probably either try and spring those two or liquidate them if they can’t’
‘Just Moscow this time’ said Tweed
‘Yes……the Stasi are out on this one……Moscow would not trust this to the other satellites….the German’s had a stake in KOBA…….for old time’s sake I suppose……but they have had too many leaks lately…...too much dissent at home’
‘Yes…..the Germans….Zoya was German…...they never seem to change….the Kaiser…..the Fuhrer……or be it the Chairman of the GDR and Marx…..whatever the cause….they are still German’ lamented Tweed
‘You’re plan Henry’ again Tweed……who could guess by now but he still wanted it explained……..at least he could tell the committee that…..a little bit of insurance in mind
‘Well Sir……I told the committee then, as Peters Deputy…...Zoya and Zita…..I had my doubts when we caught them, I use the term caught lightly……they were both close to death when we had them…..finally……they took some persuading those two I can tell you…….we lost a few good men on that one’
‘Come to the point Henry’ sighed Tweed
‘Just pointing out how dangerous those two are Sir…...lethal and silent……they were the best deep cover agents Central ever produced…..even better than those in Spain back in the thirties…..we never saw them coming…….and once in they became nearly invisible……we find a lead….they find a new persona….they just kept jumping ahead…always planned……and we were always a step behind’
‘This new Team…….we are tracking those already Sir……not in the same league, standards were higher in the old days………but there will be other teams if they fail……it’s all about money……time and resources…..right now they have more…..they could swamp us with infiltration teams…..the odds are one could succeed by sheer numbers alone’
He continued…….he had Tweeds full attention.
‘That is why I wanted them incarcerated and not disappeared in the first place…….’
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jaegerhunde01
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‘We know that Zoya was impersonating Parson’s secretary……..she had access to the file via Parsons……
Zita’s whereabouts were unknown until the time our people engaged her and brought her down…….at the Heathrow airport nearly boarding a Lufthansa flight, this time impersonating an innocent German crew member …….she did not have KOBA’
Zoya by then we had in the bag after the old registry had exploded…..’
‘There is gap in the timeline Sir……..I believe Zoya transferred KOBA to Zita prior to the registry incident…….obviously posing as the secretary…….but who was Zita posing as to gain access for the transfer…….
‘Yes’ said Tweed ‘I remember something on how we stumbled on that…what was her name……’
Baraclough again
‘Carter Sir….one of our best then…..she was the only one who suspected Parson’s secretary as not being quite kosher…..so she went round her flat when she was at the registry….found the real secretary all trussed up…….unfortunately in taking down Zoya she done herself in…..posthumous MC Sir……’
‘But no KOBA either’ said Tweed
‘No sir, the committee declared that KOBA must have been consumed by the fire …….case closed’
‘You disagree’
‘I do….I think Zita knows where KOBA is……she took the file from Zoya…..between the fire and the airport she stashed it somewhere safe, very safe indeed…..she got the file from Zoya just before we barged in……somehow Moscow thinks the same……..Zoya will find Zita and try and complete the mission……’
‘So in making it easy for Zoya to escape you plan to trail her…..Zita is still in Beckshill I presume’
‘Yes Sir….and being watched constantly’
‘Really’ Tweed a little doubting on this……
‘All roads will lead to Zita……and really…… I have two of my best trailing her, Moscow are not the only ones who employ professionals’ said Barraclough….and he was sure in that …… Taggart and Maze were two of his best, if not the best……trained in fact on the lines of Zoya and Zita……both of whom they had studied like sisters…….
‘They will follow…..find it……and remove those two forever’
‘I hope you are right Henry….for your sake’ warned Tweed, coming across as rather unfriendly for the first time……
Sir Henry played the threat…..with one of his own
‘Sir, if Moscow obtains KOBA….which I believe still exists….there’s more than me at stake…..if they make its contents available to Washington this country will not survive as it is now…..you, me, the committee, even the establishment will be swept away….it will be worse than the Russians experienced from 1917 until 1923…….the United States will not allow us to be……simple as that……they will crush us without using troops or Atomic weapons….they will not need too……we will be leaderless and run like a South American Republic, if we are lucky……an international pariah to boot……we will be friendless……no one will touch us…..Brussels and NATO a distant dream……..the French will kill themselves laughing, literally…….it would be goodnight Vienna….and them too’
Tweed just looked at him……..thinking what had just been said over in his head……he looked quite shaken……a little pale
As an afterthought Sir Henry added ‘The Soviets right now are being gutted in Afghanistan……give it another few years and they may collapse….if they get KOBA to the Americans then it’s us…...and us only who will collapse’
The pause seemed to go on forever……
Until finally tweed put down his tumbler and stood up…..Sir Henry Baraclough did likewise…….
Tweed extended his hand…….
As they both shook……..Tweed exclaimed in all honesty
‘Then for all our sakes Henry……God……make it right…..once and for all….make it go away’
Zita’s whereabouts were unknown until the time our people engaged her and brought her down…….at the Heathrow airport nearly boarding a Lufthansa flight, this time impersonating an innocent German crew member …….she did not have KOBA’
Zoya by then we had in the bag after the old registry had exploded…..’
‘There is gap in the timeline Sir……..I believe Zoya transferred KOBA to Zita prior to the registry incident…….obviously posing as the secretary…….but who was Zita posing as to gain access for the transfer…….
‘Yes’ said Tweed ‘I remember something on how we stumbled on that…what was her name……’
Baraclough again
‘Carter Sir….one of our best then…..she was the only one who suspected Parson’s secretary as not being quite kosher…..so she went round her flat when she was at the registry….found the real secretary all trussed up…….unfortunately in taking down Zoya she done herself in…..posthumous MC Sir……’
‘But no KOBA either’ said Tweed
‘No sir, the committee declared that KOBA must have been consumed by the fire …….case closed’
‘You disagree’
‘I do….I think Zita knows where KOBA is……she took the file from Zoya…..between the fire and the airport she stashed it somewhere safe, very safe indeed…..she got the file from Zoya just before we barged in……somehow Moscow thinks the same……..Zoya will find Zita and try and complete the mission……’
‘So in making it easy for Zoya to escape you plan to trail her…..Zita is still in Beckshill I presume’
‘Yes Sir….and being watched constantly’
‘Really’ Tweed a little doubting on this……
‘All roads will lead to Zita……and really…… I have two of my best trailing her, Moscow are not the only ones who employ professionals’ said Barraclough….and he was sure in that …… Taggart and Maze were two of his best, if not the best……trained in fact on the lines of Zoya and Zita……both of whom they had studied like sisters…….
‘They will follow…..find it……and remove those two forever’
‘I hope you are right Henry….for your sake’ warned Tweed, coming across as rather unfriendly for the first time……
Sir Henry played the threat…..with one of his own
‘Sir, if Moscow obtains KOBA….which I believe still exists….there’s more than me at stake…..if they make its contents available to Washington this country will not survive as it is now…..you, me, the committee, even the establishment will be swept away….it will be worse than the Russians experienced from 1917 until 1923…….the United States will not allow us to be……simple as that……they will crush us without using troops or Atomic weapons….they will not need too……we will be leaderless and run like a South American Republic, if we are lucky……an international pariah to boot……we will be friendless……no one will touch us…..Brussels and NATO a distant dream……..the French will kill themselves laughing, literally…….it would be goodnight Vienna….and them too’
Tweed just looked at him……..thinking what had just been said over in his head……he looked quite shaken……a little pale
As an afterthought Sir Henry added ‘The Soviets right now are being gutted in Afghanistan……give it another few years and they may collapse….if they get KOBA to the Americans then it’s us…...and us only who will collapse’
The pause seemed to go on forever……
Until finally tweed put down his tumbler and stood up…..Sir Henry Baraclough did likewise…….
Tweed extended his hand…….
As they both shook……..Tweed exclaimed in all honesty
‘Then for all our sakes Henry……God……make it right…..once and for all….make it go away’
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THE CARRINGTONS
The Black Rover 2000 was still parked up……its engine turned off……
The Police car was silent……almost under the trees…..one of its doors open, the radio inside occasionally squawking to itself……the rain had finally stopped…..the trees dripping….the small gray concrete building also damp and dripping from its roof……the wooden tables drenched and showing puddled water…..
A pair of black trousered legs…….hardly noticeable….. were protruding from some nearby berry and nettle bushes……the last resting place of one Eric Porter……the legs were still and cold……he had served his limited purpose…..a spent brass cartridge case lay nearby…….
The Rovers’ boot was open………..someone was standing over the boot……..looking inside
Looking out from inside the boot was Claire Carrington…….
Lying on her back….looking rather distressed….….red in the face…….she was moaning vigorously…squirming her well toned and fit body…….and not only because an iron wheel brace was poking into her back…….
Not so arrogant now…..humiliated and angry yes……..Mrs Claire Carrington was now rightly pissed off as they say…..
She was lying in the boot of her car, which now smelled strongly of lilac…..forced into the small and claustrophobic space where usually she stored her shopping bags….and not actually herself……..
Her moans of distress and outrage were incomprehensible…..just muted moans
Why?…….because she had been gagged….and was unable to form comprehensible words that one could understand
A small first aid kit had been stored in the boot…..Roger was always the practicable type……..the role of brown sticky plaster within was intended for use in treating cuts of some kind but had been used instead as a form of gag……
A few layers of the brown cotton plaster tape had been smoothed over Claire’s thin mouth…..a mouth once carefully smeared in expensive red lipstick….one of her white handkerchiefs had been stuffed inside as a bung, to obviously reduce the sound of her muted protests at being tied up…..Claire’s lips were just visible under the layered tape gag…….
Her mascara coated eyelids fluttered in incomprehension…………..
Even worse for the once proud primadonna was that she had been divested of most of her expensive and rather sexy clothing……..
She was minus her brassiere…..a shiny black nylon lace and sheer affair……..her breasts were loose and naked…..large nipples bare for all to see……they had now assumed a life of their own, swinging this way and that……what with her squirming and wriggling and getting nowhere with the effort…..
Her hands were not far away…..bound to her front but connected tightly to her feet…….by a thin towing rope that again Roger had unwittingly provided…….her wrists and hands tightly tied…..her red painted finger nails flexing in protest…..she was attempting to cover her naked breasts……but her hands due to the tight rope were too low on her body……..
Her satin full slip had also disappeared…..so had her thick gold chain and clip on earrings……
Her once stylish brown hair also looked a little dishevelled……like it had been roughly handled by someone…….maybe when a person had taken her wide brimmed hat…….
Her knees were bound……..likewise her ankles…….tight tow rope keeping her wrists away from removing the cotton tape gag…….or covering her lack of modesty…….
Her thin waist and hips were totally visible…….
She had been left only wearing her sexy suspender belt…… a black satin slender piece, hooked tightly around her waist…...four slender straps connecting her off black 12 denier sheer stockings……keeping her stockings in place and from preventing them slipping off her thighs…..her straps carefully slid under her dipped lace floral bikini black knickers……small and sexy undies……her upper thighs parading the stockings thick black welt and delicious shadow welt…….darks rings surrounding her thick thighs………her stockings clipped into the straps, raising the run guards slightly……….
Even under natural circumstances it would have been a very provocative spectacle …….
Her bound feet, roped thin ankles, minus her high heeled court shoes……her painted toes under black reinforced seams……..
Her wriggling figure….her bound moans…….her gagged mouth and angry eyes…..
Claire Carrington’s eyes grew wide as she saw the woman reach for the boot door….she moaned loudly in a muffled protest as the small door came down and her world went dark…..
The boot slammed shut with a deep thunk…..
Zoya……..now wearing Mrs Carrington’s dress, wide brimmed hat, jewellery and shoes……..plus a selection of her appropriate fitting and matching underwear..……sauntered over to the passenger side of the Rover….. she still wore Susan McBride’s black tights…..she did not have the time to be fiddling with suspender belts……
She looked around……there was still no traffic on the road…..luck was with her……
She opened the door……..and got inside
She sat in the low passenger seat….adjusting the dress the same as the wife had done previously…… discreetly covering her legs, especially her thighs, pulling down on the hemline…..she still had the revolver……only three rounds left now………
She felt rather good in the wife’s clothes…..they fit her better than those of her last unwilling donor……the woman in the boot had a trim and fit figure……
She had good taste too……
Roger Carrington was watching this strange woman now in his wife’s dress, and presumably in her underclothes………..he felt nothing……no moral outrage……no humiliation…..he had been humiliated enough already……he could go no lower in prestige than he already had…….
He had been handcuffed to the steering wheel and had watched his protesting wife being marched off at gunpoint to the concrete public toilets by the bogus but good looking female Police Officer…….
His wife had come back looking rather different…….tip toeing without her shoes on the cold wet concrete…..her hands covering her naked breasts……only wearing her knickers and suspenders…….
The Policewoman was wearing her dress, hat and shoes…….still pointing the gun……
Whatever after was happening in the boot caused the car to shake……eventually his wife’s grating and protesting voice went silent……thank god for that…….
The woman next to him had a small key……..presumably for the handcuffs…..
Her voice was soft yet commanding……she sounded a little like Claire……it was uncanny……
‘Drive us home……I fancy a really hot bath……..’
And then rather coyly ‘You can join me if you like’…………………
Roger….his hands released……turned the key……..the engine roared into life…………………
The Black Rover 2000 was still parked up……its engine turned off……
The Police car was silent……almost under the trees…..one of its doors open, the radio inside occasionally squawking to itself……the rain had finally stopped…..the trees dripping….the small gray concrete building also damp and dripping from its roof……the wooden tables drenched and showing puddled water…..
A pair of black trousered legs…….hardly noticeable….. were protruding from some nearby berry and nettle bushes……the last resting place of one Eric Porter……the legs were still and cold……he had served his limited purpose…..a spent brass cartridge case lay nearby…….
The Rovers’ boot was open………..someone was standing over the boot……..looking inside
Looking out from inside the boot was Claire Carrington…….
Lying on her back….looking rather distressed….….red in the face…….she was moaning vigorously…squirming her well toned and fit body…….and not only because an iron wheel brace was poking into her back…….
Not so arrogant now…..humiliated and angry yes……..Mrs Claire Carrington was now rightly pissed off as they say…..
She was lying in the boot of her car, which now smelled strongly of lilac…..forced into the small and claustrophobic space where usually she stored her shopping bags….and not actually herself……..
Her moans of distress and outrage were incomprehensible…..just muted moans
Why?…….because she had been gagged….and was unable to form comprehensible words that one could understand
A small first aid kit had been stored in the boot…..Roger was always the practicable type……..the role of brown sticky plaster within was intended for use in treating cuts of some kind but had been used instead as a form of gag……
A few layers of the brown cotton plaster tape had been smoothed over Claire’s thin mouth…..a mouth once carefully smeared in expensive red lipstick….one of her white handkerchiefs had been stuffed inside as a bung, to obviously reduce the sound of her muted protests at being tied up…..Claire’s lips were just visible under the layered tape gag…….
Her mascara coated eyelids fluttered in incomprehension…………..
Even worse for the once proud primadonna was that she had been divested of most of her expensive and rather sexy clothing……..
She was minus her brassiere…..a shiny black nylon lace and sheer affair……..her breasts were loose and naked…..large nipples bare for all to see……they had now assumed a life of their own, swinging this way and that……what with her squirming and wriggling and getting nowhere with the effort…..
Her hands were not far away…..bound to her front but connected tightly to her feet…….by a thin towing rope that again Roger had unwittingly provided…….her wrists and hands tightly tied…..her red painted finger nails flexing in protest…..she was attempting to cover her naked breasts……but her hands due to the tight rope were too low on her body……..
Her satin full slip had also disappeared…..so had her thick gold chain and clip on earrings……
Her once stylish brown hair also looked a little dishevelled……like it had been roughly handled by someone…….maybe when a person had taken her wide brimmed hat…….
Her knees were bound……..likewise her ankles…….tight tow rope keeping her wrists away from removing the cotton tape gag…….or covering her lack of modesty…….
Her thin waist and hips were totally visible…….
She had been left only wearing her sexy suspender belt…… a black satin slender piece, hooked tightly around her waist…...four slender straps connecting her off black 12 denier sheer stockings……keeping her stockings in place and from preventing them slipping off her thighs…..her straps carefully slid under her dipped lace floral bikini black knickers……small and sexy undies……her upper thighs parading the stockings thick black welt and delicious shadow welt…….darks rings surrounding her thick thighs………her stockings clipped into the straps, raising the run guards slightly……….
Even under natural circumstances it would have been a very provocative spectacle …….
Her bound feet, roped thin ankles, minus her high heeled court shoes……her painted toes under black reinforced seams……..
Her wriggling figure….her bound moans…….her gagged mouth and angry eyes…..
Claire Carrington’s eyes grew wide as she saw the woman reach for the boot door….she moaned loudly in a muffled protest as the small door came down and her world went dark…..
The boot slammed shut with a deep thunk…..
Zoya……..now wearing Mrs Carrington’s dress, wide brimmed hat, jewellery and shoes……..plus a selection of her appropriate fitting and matching underwear..……sauntered over to the passenger side of the Rover….. she still wore Susan McBride’s black tights…..she did not have the time to be fiddling with suspender belts……
She looked around……there was still no traffic on the road…..luck was with her……
She opened the door……..and got inside
She sat in the low passenger seat….adjusting the dress the same as the wife had done previously…… discreetly covering her legs, especially her thighs, pulling down on the hemline…..she still had the revolver……only three rounds left now………
She felt rather good in the wife’s clothes…..they fit her better than those of her last unwilling donor……the woman in the boot had a trim and fit figure……
She had good taste too……
Roger Carrington was watching this strange woman now in his wife’s dress, and presumably in her underclothes………..he felt nothing……no moral outrage……no humiliation…..he had been humiliated enough already……he could go no lower in prestige than he already had…….
He had been handcuffed to the steering wheel and had watched his protesting wife being marched off at gunpoint to the concrete public toilets by the bogus but good looking female Police Officer…….
His wife had come back looking rather different…….tip toeing without her shoes on the cold wet concrete…..her hands covering her naked breasts……only wearing her knickers and suspenders…….
The Policewoman was wearing her dress, hat and shoes…….still pointing the gun……
Whatever after was happening in the boot caused the car to shake……eventually his wife’s grating and protesting voice went silent……thank god for that…….
The woman next to him had a small key……..presumably for the handcuffs…..
Her voice was soft yet commanding……she sounded a little like Claire……it was uncanny……
‘Drive us home……I fancy a really hot bath……..’
And then rather coyly ‘You can join me if you like’…………………
Roger….his hands released……turned the key……..the engine roared into life…………………
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hahaderen
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Excellent work, looking forward to the rest, I am your fan! 
Very happy to see your new work and look forward to a wonderful day for you
Very happy to see your new work and look forward to a wonderful day for you
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jaegerhunde01
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Many Thanks.....working on it
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Another detail packed adventure. Can’t wait for next chapter. Excellent work.
