A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

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She was just pulling on Marianna’s black short trench style woollen jacket…………

‘You will now take us to the terminal………arrivals I believe………under escort and the safety of Her Majesty’s Government………like the other two had anticipated and had expected to receive’

‘Am I right inspector’ in her fake continental accent………

He smiled……..
‘Of Course Captain Bossetti………it would be a pleasure’
Her face instantly changed……..her facial muscles relaxed……….her eyes sparkl
ed without a hint of malice………..
Her lipstick coated mouth curved into a beautiful and innocent looking grin…….
Now she looked like the everyday woman……….
Very feminine in dress, innocent and harmless……….demure in her physical actions
As she adopted her new role in life she spoke softly

‘Please…….call me Clio…….I insist’

Blake went along with the charade………..expert though the performance was, he still knew it to be the pretence it was……..
He also remembered how lethal these two could be…………

‘Thank you Clio……..you do me a great honour’……he fiddled with his moustache

A jet airliner roared overhead………..
Quite a few had………..
But with all the activity going on inside the building no one had seemed to notice………until now……

She collected her new shoulder bag……….
The fake Taccari was right behind her…..ready to leave………..

‘Ladies’ Blake indicated with his usual false gallantry…………

Bossetti walked towards the exit of the inspection room………
She swaggered as she walked……the heels of her new boots striking hard…………….
Her full and generous backside pumping up and down………
Under her coat……under her new magenta blouse…….and within her stolen bra her bosom still quivered with every footstep………
Clio Bassetti felt like a woman……….but never the woman she had once been……….

Blake turned his attentions to the other delectable lady who was also departing…………
Marianna Taccari…………or the woman who now used her name………. walked by Blake as he again nodded in false courtesy…........

In a sly and lecherous tone he added……
‘Lieutenant’……..
She smiled and nodded in reply
‘Graci Inspector’………and swished by him……..holding her Italian designer bag, its strap over her shoulder
He was happy with that…….and her in her beige coloured long coat………..
Without looking back……..
All three left the Chinese women behind……………….without saying another word
Their brief collusion and partnership was over………
Their time was done……….
All three did not see the two Asian girls begin to push the bulging and overloaded laundry carts, one by one……..towards the opened rear cargo area of the van………..

Laundry carts layered with a superficial coating of dirty and soiled hotel bedding………
Hiding the violation hidden deep inside………….



The party of three moved with a certain refreshed confidence out into main room of Building Ten………they hurriedly left the site, which still looked uncontaminated with the evidence of any crime………..only the ghostly voice of Hailey Summers………and the private worries and fears of Irene Bishop remained……….these only the building could and would ever know…..

And Building Ten knew a lot of secrets………this latest drama was but just one of many………

Finally they all crashed out through the double frosted glass doors………
They were at last outside……….
The day was still bright……yet heavily overcast……...
There was a storm coming……….
Blake took in a deep breath……….the air was fresh and cool………..his service car was still there were he had parked it earlier………

Delivering his unsuspecting guests and passengers to their adverse fate………..
Always the gentlemen he had been the first out from behind the wheel…..
He had rushed to open the rear door and assist the attractive Italian Police officers from the car…….
But it was not an ingrained sense of gallantry that had led him to such a chivalrous display of courtesy…….

When he had met then exiting the ‘Alitalia’ flight his eyes had been all over them………..and he had wanted to see more on stopping the car……..
So much more……….
The real Bossetti still in her own clothes……..her legs in light tan hosiery……that smart wrap around dress…..her stylish high heeled shoes……..the cleavage of her breasts as he looked down……..
The split in her dress as she manoeuvred to get out of the rear car seat……..the very quick glance of her wearing a lace trimmed slip underneath……….

So far wonderful……..
And the younger one in that short skirt……..long black legs and big tits………
He had started to perspire helping her out of the back seat………

As the innocent and unsuspecting women struggled out of car smiling he knew what was going to happen to them…….
He could not wait and was bulging from within his trousers just at the mere thought…………

Back to the present……….he was brought back to reality when a sharp, cold gust of wind hit him in slap bang the face……..
That felt rather good he thought………..a real tonic

There was a storm coming alright……….the dark clouds were gusting………..

He noted the women just behind him…….
He also noticed that all the clothing was rather familiar………just as when he had arrived……….but the faces of the current women wearing the various womanly garments was not……….

They had both noticed the gusting wind as well……….they had naturally started to grip at their clothing as the wind tugged at the garments………..
The same with new Captain Bossetti………….the wind blowing up her short skirt……..her nether regions being protected by her recent choice in tights and boots………but not by much………
The rejuvenated Lieutenant Taccari holding her long coat at her throat……….

The day was turning chilly………stormy…………
Taccari buttoned up her heavy long coat……………the wind was up………..her hair caught by the breeze……..
The ponytail swinging…..held by the beige band once adorning the hair of the real Bossetti……..

A jet airliner roared overhead………on maximum climb thrust………getting away from the approaching storm…………

‘Let’s get started Inspector’ Bossetti again……..using his rank this time………

‘Of course…….and welcome to Great Britain ladies’

He opened a rear door………a black older HM Customs Service Rover P6 Sedan………and again not for the sake of just being polite either……….

He slavishly ogled the women’s bodies as they bent over and slid their round bottoms along the weathered brown leather of the rear seat………

He caught a cracking sight of their respective thighs as their dresses and skirts rose up as they sat down and made themselves comfortable on the hard leather…………
Lovely he smiled………he just could not get enough…………………



No one was around to witness the sight……….
Building Ten looked a lonely place once again……..another sordid chapter in its long life was over with…………

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No one had seen the two foreign women dressed as civilians being delivered and escorted into this building…………escorted by a Senior Customs Officer………
And no one had seen the two women leave either……….the same clothes but different women……..escorted by the same officer………..

Lin Tang and her girls were just finishing up…………

The full laundry carts had been loaded and secured in the back of the ‘Transit’ van…………..
And loaded not with the usual fare either………..

But with a rather erotic ménage of naked and semi naked women……….four ladies in fact squeezed in on top of each other and left in very uncomfortable, compromising and way too intimate positions……..
Their faces and nose’s nestled in places were normally lovers were to be expected…….
And Male lovers…….not other women…….
Bound small feminine hands touching places that no stranger should ever venture……..naked feet jammed into buttocks………
Fingers touching breasts……….naked thigh on naked thigh………..
Hips touching waists……….female groins thrust into sightless faces………
All had been blindfolded……….
All had been cruelly gagged and bound……..

Su Lee came out of the Examination Room…….holding two cheap and drab looking suitcases……..the same ones brought in by the two imposters from the Bulgarian flight…….

‘All clear in there’ she informed Lin Tang……………..
Her English was good, with a slight accent………

And holding the cases she marched through the inspection room, and kept going through the heavy metal door and into the elevated concrete loading dock……….
From there she quickly deposited the luggage at the back of the van………..near the very full looking and still silent carts…………there was no evidence of any movement from within………..
There would not be for a long time to come………

She then moved towards the front of the van via the loading dock’s concrete steps………
The other two Chinese girls stepped into the rear of cargo bay of the van………
Looking very furtive they pulled down the metal shutter type door………and sealed off the rear of the van from public view……….
The rear logo on the van declared………..
‘Dreams’……..’Your Dry Cleaning & Catering Specialists’
‘Anytime….Anywhere’
That was pretty accurate………
Except the company logo omitted its rather lucrative sideline……….
Which happened to be ‘White Slavery’………..
More on that later………..

Lin Tang took a final look around………

All appeared as when they had arrived……………plus more………
She backed out of the room…………carefully walking backwards, looking around………until she was satisfied they had left no trace of their illicit presence……..
Suddenly she pivoted on her feet and walked towards the exit……….

Su Lee was no doubt behind the wheel of the van………….
In answer the vans engine coughed to life and then roared…….filling the dock with exhaust fumes and a increased and artificially loud level of noise………

Lin Tang took one final look and slammed the heavy metal door shut………Building Ten was once again secure……….until the next time it was needed……..

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ARRIVALS

Meanwhile……..at the arrival terminal events were playing out as expected………

Blake was in front……….as he was always likely to be………….
Looking in total charge……….the perfect male picture of authority and government bureaucracy …….
Little did the passing and generally ignorant people know………..
He was far from being in charge……..and that the two well heeled and attractive ladies following him where………
He walked with a nonchalance and natural authority………as one being familiar with his surroundings and his authority……..
Blake walked like he was meant to be there………which of course he was……..

The arrival terminal was loud and noisy……….
Men, women and children……young and old……and of many ethnic groups strode with a purpose………
In general, no one liked being at airports………they were a tiring place to transit……..
For some a little claustrophobic………
After collecting their luggage many wary passengers were making their way along the main thoroughfare……..
Making for the exit…….via customs………
That was the last hurdle before they entered the country……..

The two well dressed and newly minted Italians followed in his wake……..
Their heels resonating along the bright and tiled corridor as they strode along……..
But the heavy click of their heels was masked by the sound of many others………..
They were just two in the crowd……….wolves amongst sheep…………

These two walked as beautiful women did……..they were confident, their chins held high……..there was a swing in their hips………a bounce in their backsides as their heeled feet struck the floor……….a shudder of the heavily supported breasts under their clothes……..
A few men in passing did take a sneaky glance now and again………
And why wouldn’t they…………..

No one would or could ever have guessed that these two attractive, desirable and apparently harmless women had just stolen all the clothes that now graced their bodies………
Clothing that they wore with such style and panache………as if they themselves had selected the garments……….
They just looked normal, unassuming……..and that is what they were not……….
Their faces looked neutral……..nonthreatening……….

Finally……..they were reaching the exit
They were nearly there and out…………
They were following Blake……..he led them over to his right…………
Towards the final inspection counters……..
This was where customs spot checked people……….hoping to catch ‘Players’ who thought they were home and free………..
The two women saw uniforms there………..uniforms the same as Blake………and the same type of uniform that they had both worn earlier………..
They all approached the customs station……….ahead lay the double electronic glass doors……..frosted white………that led to the exit and the freedom to do as they pleased……….
The freedom to do what they had come for…….……..

The new Captain Bossetti profiled that staff behind the identical inspection counter to that of Building Ten………
There were two males dressed like Blake……..without the rank badges………
And one female……..dressed in the same type of uniform they had stolen and worn much earlier……..

Braking from the crowd…….
Blake approached one of the males………..who looked up and obviously recognised him……..

‘Hello Talbot……..did you get my message’
‘Yes Sir…….all ready as you requested’
‘Good chap’

Talbot edged closer……he was a younger man, but older than his Team……..

‘Didn’t expect you to be working today Sir………’

Blake spied the good looking young woman just behind Talbot………
He took in the tight uniform again………
A uniform that contained all the right ‘Ticks in the Boxes’………..for him anyway………
She was new thought Blake……..a natural Blonde by the looks of it……..
A pity thought Blake……..
If he had known who the new girl was he would have changed her shift………and called her instead……..
Bishop would have been off the hook………and would still be wearing some clothes somewhere…….
Oblivious to all this………
The new Blonde girl did not know how fortunate she had been……….

Talbot was just a lecherous…………..
He was eyeing up the two ‘Good Lookers’ behind Inspector Blake………and wondering who they were…..

Blake edged closer to Talbot……….
He whispered………….

‘Bit of a job on Talbot…….’ He winked one eye……..causing his craggy face to contort……..

Blake pretended to be a little conspiratorial………
‘A bit hush hush this Talbot………the intelligence boys………I was never here okay’

Talbot smirked and winked…….
‘Righto Sir…….I understand’

Talbot could be just as corrupt as Blake………..

Talbot turned to the blonde female customs officer and gave her some instructions…….
She nodded and went off……..
She had a nice face thought Blake……..and the rest of her……..where do they get them he thought……..

He saw her uniform jacket tight on her chest……..he briefly fantasised on the bra underneath……..but he really had had his fill today………
He would never have thought he would ever think that………..
Must be getting old he thought………

‘Be a good chap Talbot and bring the luggage straight out’

He had arranged for the Italian’s luggage to transferred from their plane directly to the customs station…….all marked cleared and loaded onto two airport trolleys…….

Talbot nodded………
‘Already being sorted Sir…….Alison and Pete are just getting the lot’
‘Jolly Good’ crooned Blake
‘Quite a lot of it Sir…….heavy an all’

Blake looked over his shoulder at the two waiting and silent ladies………
‘These ladies are going to be our guests……..courtesy of HMG for quite a while Talbot’

Talbot looked at the women……..
Especially the one in the short black skirt………all thighs and legs in tights…….and boots…….
He licked his lips…….
‘Loose lips sink ships Talbot’ said Blake……….noting on where the younger mans eyes were settling…….

‘Of course Sir’ he quickly corrected himself……….
‘Meant nothing by it Sir’
‘Good chap……...that’s the ticket’ soothed Blake………

They all waited for just a short time when Blake exclaimed in satisfaction……..
‘Ah……there we are’

The blonde and the male named Pete had returned pushing both trolley carts…….
Both were heavily laden with four large suitcases each…………
All looked to be made of a hard-shell and heavy duty plastic……..in fact Samsonite………
Four were black……….the other four were a dark red…………
All sported airline luggage labels attached to the handles……….

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The Blonde called Alison was pushing hard……..
Her black stockinged legs bending and digging in against the floor……..
Her uniform skirt tight on her arse……..
Her mind probably thinking these two ladies were here for a long stay……….

Blake…….looking at the two fake Italians……..

‘Passports please ladies……..’

The two Europeans delved into their shoulder bags………

Blake now turned to the blonde female customs officer……….who looked a little winded after her luggage exertions…….
She caught Blake looking at her………..in that kind of being inspected look
She straightened her back……….his eyes were somewhere else…….
Was one of her tunic buttons undone………

She saw the Inspector waggle a finger at her……..indicating that she come forward
She was very new to the job…….and docilely walked forward…….her face expectant and waiting to be ordered……

‘And who are you dear’ smarmy as ever………..
‘Alison Carter Sir’
‘Well Alison Carter……be a good girl and check the passports and give them a stamp…….’ He suggested in a jocular manner……..

This would be the first test thought Blake……...and so did the two supposedly waiting Italians………

One after the other the bogus pair approached Alison Carter………
Both were smiling……..both reeking of other women’s perfume……….being compliant, appearing very grateful………friendly

Alison briefly checked the photographs within the passports back to the faces of the women before her……
When the younger woman offered her the Italian passport……….
Alison couldn’t help but admire the brown, stylish wrap dress just visible under that long coat……..the young blonde really liked that…………
Never ever contemplating that it had just recently been removed from the limp body of a completely different woman…………

Alison was quick………..
All appeared to be in order……
Blake was watching them….
She nodded to Blake……..

‘All in order Sir’
‘Very good……..’ he exclaimed……….

He indicated with the usual flourish to the ‘Italian Ladies’, who were putting their passports away into their respective shoulder bags……….the frosted glass exit doors…………….

And looking at the expectant Italian women who had now gripped the heavily laden trolleys that held their luggage……..

‘Lades……….welcome to England………enjoy your stay’

The bogus Bossetti in her accented English………
‘Thank you Inspector…………it has been a pleasure…………my superiors in Rome will hear of assistance in these matters’

He nodded in false modesty and appreciation………..

Taccari, the younger one in the more conservative dress smiled a killing pout……..

‘Thank you Inspector……….I hope we meet again’………her voice rather lusty………
Her face devilishly gorgeous thought Blake………but nothing as desirable and voluptuous as the real Taccari………
He briefly had a memory flash of the naked girl in all her glory………….deliciously tied up………….
His pulse raced again……….
He needed to stop that…….it cannot be good at his age………

Instead……….
‘Arrivederci Ladies………divertiti……….ota sei vestito per questo’

Bossetti reacted to the last……….have a nice time was fine………...but you are now dressed for it might raise a few eyebrows……….

None of the English it appeared understood Italian………..typical………..except for Blake……..the cunning bastard……..

She smiled an innocent smile but at the same time in a normal voice said ‘Ciao tesoro’……..or bye sweetie……..
Only she, the new Marianna Taccari and Blake had understood……..

Blake watched the two women push their loaded trolleys towards the exit………..the glass parted……....he briefly viewed a busy arrivals waiting area………….cordoned off by stanchions…….….behind which stood a fair crowd of waiting people………..eager to meet and great those flying in to the airport……..

The glass door closed………….
Blake’s job was done………..
.
Only Talbot was waiting for him to say something……..the other two customs officers went about their duties………….
He even forgot about the blonde Alison……..for now at least…………

He briefly touched the padded envelopes within his tunic jacket……..a new life and a small fortune…….
A pity about them thought…………and tapped the packages under his black tunic……...
Apart from maybe the five thousand pounds……….which may be clean and not marked, which he doubted……..he could not spend any of it…………
Or use any of it………the passport would be destroyed……….it would never be presented…..

Paddy had warned him……...and Paddy knew best………
And Paddy had plans for him…………

He looked at Talbot……..

‘Remember young Talbot……...not a word hey’
Talbot touched his nose…..
‘Not a word Sir………..Scouts Honour’
‘Quite……..that’s the ticket’……..

With a sigh about his lost cash and maybe his past life Thomas Blake sauntered off the way he had come………..he softly whistled to himself……………
He had had a good day……….a good eyeful too……….plus more
He flexed his hands at the memory of those soft womanly mounds of flesh he had just recently kneaded like lumps of dough ……….
He smiled at that……….he smelled his hand……..while still walking……….
There was still a feint trace there of the perfume worn by Hailey Summers……..……..

He kept walking…....a little faster…..……...
And disappeared from the airport business for the last time……….officially at least anyway……….

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THE PICKUP

The faux Italian’s pushed their carts slowly along the line of stanchions………..
The luggage trolleys were heavily loaded………they were not fun to push around………

And adding to the women’s discomfort was all the layers of clothing that they were wearing……….
It was too warm within the terminal concourse…….
With wearing their heavy coats on top of everything else they both felt their bodies heating up……..
Adding to the raise in temperature and discomfort was their varied lawyers of stolen rigid and close-fitting underwear and tight, figure hugging hosiery………
When outside in the fresh air they would be fine………snug if you wished to say…….
Inside this terminal with its central heating and industrial strength blowers it was a different story……….

Both were eager to get out of this place………
It was too noisy anyway………
They definitely looked like tired, distressed and uncomfortable looking passengers………
That aspect of their new personas they did not have to fake…….

They were both looking for someone displaying a sign………..a message they had been told to look out for………..
The noise within the terminal was quite overwhelming……..
There was a multitude of people behind the line of blue fabric tape………..all vying for attention
They scanned the waiting people……..

The new slimmer version of Taccari saw the sign first………

She told her partner…….who nodded in agreement…….
Both of the women pushed harder on their heavily laden carts and headed towards the female holding a white sign made of card……..with black letters in permanent marker……….

The signed briefly stated………
‘Roma TTF Imperial’…………a message that meant nothing to the average person……..
But it did to these two women pushing their luggage………..and of course it would have had meaning to the two real Italian Police Officers if they had been allowed to see it………..

They made eye contact with the female holding the sign……..the said female wore black leather gloves…….thin gloves of seamless looking rich leather………..

Bossetti, yes…….she was already feeling familiar in thinking that was her name……..
She was starting to embrace her assumed identity………even though she had been denied the said woman’s underwear and clothing………
She briefly profiled the waiting female with the sign……..…
Her eyes flicked………..taking her all in……....

She was shorter than her…….but not by much……around the same height as the new Lieutenant Taccari
She had black hair…….held in a tight bun on the rear of her small head…….leaving her forehead high
A lean face with small ears……….small pearl studs set within her lobes…….
Her jaw was square and her chin pointed……….
Her makeup was modest……..a little mascara, a dark blue eye shadow………..a little use of blusher………her thin lips coated in flesh toned lipstick……….

She wore a black mackintosh type coat of a cotton and nylon mix…………it was fully buttoned up and hanging loose over her figure……….
Around her neck was a thick dark gray woollen scarf……
The coat flowed over her well concealed and heavily swathed breasts and down over her figure to about her mid thigh……..
She looked like she was well proportioned and slim under that coat abs scarf………
The female wore a pleated dark gray skirt that ended just above her knees……….
And those nice knees were encased in what must be 20 denier charcoal gray nylons…….
Her gray nylon sheathed legs and feet were very close together……….like she was standing at attention……..
On her feet she wore matt gray leather low heeled shoes……..open on the front with a rounded toe……..they looked comfortable enough……….

Bossetti nodded to the female……..
She was not smiling……….but just nodded back…….
She and Taccari went closer………

The female lowered the hand written card……
‘Follow me please’ her voice was Southern English…….maybe from the Home Counties………

There had been no offer of assistance with their luggage……….
Rather than come across as being demanding they both moved on……..
Bossetti and Taccari pushed their trolley carts through the exit gap set within the stanchions……….avoiding other impatient travellers…….
When they cleared the exit they followed their female guide……..

Bossetti noted her from the rear……..
She had a confident and nonchalant gait and stride………both her gloved hands were deep inside the side pockets of her coat…….
She carried no handbag or purse……….
Her sheer gray clad legs walking in step………..

Bossetti and Taccari could spot a fellow Police Officer when they saw one……….

They eventually made it outside……..
A storm had threatened when they had all left Building Ten……..that storm had arrived……..
The light of the sky was dark……..the rainfall was heavy…………..
The wind was up……..the hot cloying irritation of their layered clothing had suddenly disappeared

Two men in trench coats had appeared as if out of nowhere…..……
The woman posing as Marianna Taccari had seen them approach from the periphery of her vision……..security officers of some sort………she could spot them a mile away……….

The smart English female in her black coat and gray skirt turned to them……..

‘These officers will take your luggage to another car………and meet us at the Imperial’

She indicated to a navy blue Ford Grenada……….there was a burly male with a shaven head behind the driving wheel………

‘And this one is ours’
She indicated to the vehicle………

The Italians left their trolley carts but retrieved their shoulder bags…..
One of the males went to open the rear door of the first unmarked police car……..
The women followed……..they did not get wet as the arrival pick up area was protected under a massive concrete and metal pergola……….

The man opened the rear door……..
The female went around to the front passenger seat………..

The two Italians bent down and once again squeezed themselves into the rear of a car seat…….their backsides sliding along the smooth leather of the seats…….

For a brief moment the inside of the car was filled with noise of three females making themselves comfortable……

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There was a lot made of adjusting skirts and dresses after they had sat down and leaned back……..

Bossetti stole a few glances of the English woman in the front seat……….who was adjusting her posture and clothing at the same time……..
She had a fleeting glance of a sheer layered charcoal grey thigh…….the females pleated skirt had risen up when she had sat down……….a gray thigh and the realization that she was wearing a white slip underneath……..before black leather gloves had pulled the skirt back into place……….Bossetti had enjoyed a final glimpse of the lace clam trim of a slip hemline……..floral in design……..

A nice treat that thought Bossetti……..the woman had nice legs……….

She enjoyed wearing other women’s clothes……..and seeing other women in their clothes……..
It was a little trait she had always had…….her little kink that sometimes assisted in her profession…….
And she was not alone…….there were others like her
But not her partner……..
The woman posing as Taccari was straight down the line…….or straight as a ruler……….
To her wearing another’s clothes was a means to end………it was part of the persona……..the disguise, the usurpation of someone else’s identity and character……….it was just part of the job……..
If she enjoyed doing so never entered her mind……….

Both the Italians sat still in the back………..
Bossetti hands covering her thighs………when sitting down the skirt really was too short for her……..especially in those tight boots……..
Her short trench coat was of no help either……
Taccari’s long coat allowed her to discretely cover up her light tan coated legs………

The driver just faced forward……..occasionally he looked in the rear view mirror……..
He made no attempt to start the engine………

Bossetti looked to her right……..out of the rear window…….
Both their luggage trolleys had disappeared……..so had the two males in trench coats…….

The female in the front had finally made herself comfortable……….
Bossetti saw her side profile……..
Not bad looking……….nothing like the real Taccari girl………or come to think of it………neither did the woman who had replaced her……..
The female had a rather masculine look to her features…….but she remained female, but with a distinct hardness in her jaw line……….
She was more attractive rather than beautiful………….

The female pivoted her waist to turn around…………her right arm came up and over the back of her seat………
Now she was facing the two Italians……..

Her breasts and how large or small they were remained a mystery under that outer coat……..
The shape of her waist…….her belly………the girth of her hips……….all hidden from sight……….
That gray pleated skirt had risen again……..showing more upper leg in dark gray nylon……….

She spoke……..her voice and demeanour being very articulate and professional……….

‘Before we set off……...I would like to see your identity documents please’

The Italians looked a little confused…..unsure
The female in front noticed their look of confusion……….
Again…….the English female explained why………
Even though the two imposters knew why……….they were acting the part…………

‘I know customs have inspected them prior……..but we are not HM Customs’
She let those words sink in……….and continued as she saw them nod in agreement………..

‘It’s our Standing Operating Procedure………so I need to see them’……..she held out a leather gloved hand……..her pale and white skinned wrist just visible under the sleeve cuff of her coat…………..
Finally the two women started to delve into their respective shoulder bags……..

Eventually Taccari was the first to find her documents and handed over her passport and State Police ID……….

The gloved hand took the documents……..

The English female first perused the passport issued within the Republic of Italy to a completely different woman……..
She took her time reading the details, her fingers feeling the pages………..her trained dark eyes flitting back and fore……….
She noted a few exit and entry stamps……….and the latest one from the UK………..
She looked at the photograph again………..she then rubbed a gloved finger over that image………
Nothing smudged………nothing moved
She appeared satisfied with the passport………..

Her other fingers then held the laminated plastic card……..the State Police ID
She checked the photograph against that of the passport…………..
She suddenly turned and faced who she thought was Marianna Taccari…………she stared into the Italians eyes……..
The ID card placed were she could compare it to the actual face………..
She finally handed the passport and identity card back to its supposed owner……..

She then took Bossetti’s documents and carried out the same procedure………

Bossetti was rather disappointed that the English female showed no interest in her black sheathed legs……….which in her short skirt were highly prominent……..
Bossetti had made no attempt in hiding them………but her legs and boots had not enticed any noticeable response……
She detected no sly glance……….a lingering of eyes……..nothing
Straight as a ruler by the look of it………..
A shame…….Bossetti was always looking for some kind of weakness that she could exploit………either then or in the future………….

The female finally handed Bossetti’s documents back………
She finally looked satisfied with her guests………….

‘Sorry about that……..but one cannot be too careful nowadays’………..she finally smiled

Too late thought the sham Bossetti……….we got to them before you did

The female extended her gloved hand………first to the Captain of Carabinieri

‘Detective Inspector Yates…….Nicola…….Special Branch………..Pleased to meet you’
She paused for effect……..
‘And welcome to London’

Both Italians accepted the handshake with introductions………………….

‘Thank You’
‘Yes…..It is a pleasure to be here’

Bossetti gripped the gloved hand and smiled……..

‘Call me Clio………Please………Bossetti……….Carabinieri………Section 4 Central Intelligence Department’

Taccari nodded………

‘Marianna………Taccari……..Lieutenant……..State Police………I was assigned as the Captains assistant………pleased to meet you Inspector’ she too smiled………all in that cute continental styled English…..

The British DI smiled…….

‘Please I insist…….on our own or in the office its Nicola……..we will only be formal around the Brass or anyone else not connected with our business……..’

She nodded her head to make sure they understood………

She continued……..
‘I am assigned to be your chaperone……..and assist you in anything you require………and I mean anything you need to make your task achievable’

They both nodded………

‘So we can all be very informal with each other as we will be working very closely together’
Bossetti wanted to work very closely with her indeed………very close………like on top of her for a start……..
‘So please…….do not hesitate to ask………on anything’……..she finally turned around in her seat………once again adjusting her skirt………..

Nicola Yates indicated to the driver………as she pulled a seatbelt over her chest………

[jaegerhunde01]

‘Detective Sergeant Crowther here will pick you from the Imperial at 8am sharp………you are to report to the commissioner at the Yard straight away……..he will brief you directly’
She smirked……
‘And that doesn’t happen every day I can tell you’

They both nodded again……..looking deadly serious…….
Which they were……..so far so good

And with that……….the English Policewoman ordered………

‘Okay Colin…..let’s get this show on the road’

With that DS Crowther turned the ignition key………
And the two newly minted Italian Police officers began their journey to the Imperial Hotel……..

[simon4343]

excellent,will the 4 women be saved ????????

[Mr. Peaky Blinder]

The intrigue continues.

[hahaderen]

As if immersed in it, thank you for bringing us a spiritual feast