from" The Excelsior" by Taz (at the Diana theValkyrie site)

[esercito sconfitto]

The Excelsior

The assassination of Syrian double agent in a hotel

DATE ~ 17th October 2003

LOCATION ~ The Excelsior Hotel, West End of London

OPERATION CODENAME ~ Sovereign

OPERATIVE CODENAME - CASTLE



It was 3.30pm on a cold Friday afternoon in London. A cafe across the road
from the world famous Regency Hotel was busy with customers enjoying
afternoon tea. Amongst them was a strikingly attractive blonde. Her
sparkling clean hair, prettily held up in a sexy arrangment, complemented
her appealing facial features to the full. She sported sexy designer
spectacles, and was wearing a smart business suit, sipping her tea slowly as
the world glided past her.

Her outfit consisted of a navy blue jacket and matching blouse, together
with highly polished black high heels. Her crossed, nylon-clad thighs,
encased in sheer, almost-black tights reflected in the late afternoon
sunset. Although to the casual observer she appeared to be lazily flicking
through a copy of the 'Financial Times', what she was actually doing was a
little more sinister. Concealed amongst the sizeable orange pages of her
'FT' were much smaller pieces of paper containing statistics, drawings,
photographs and descriptions.

This data consisted of essential information about a 'client' (as Sarah
always ironically termed her targets) who was currently residing at the
Excelsior Hotel - a Middle Eastern security operative, posing as a diplomat.
The blonde - by the name of Sarah Surridge - was an assassin working for the
British Government, whose ongoing assignment was the elimination of
'undesirable' personnel who were perceived to be posing a direct threat to
stability in the Middle East.

Sarh's specific mission for today was detailed in the documents before her.
She was to enter the hotel and, posing as a high-ranking guest, proceed to
the 5th floor on which the 'client' was staying, and from there gain access
to his suite of rooms. Once inside, she was to assassinate him, clear the
scene of evidence of any intrusion and leave the hotel discreetly ...

Sarah casually glanced at her watch - 3.55 p.m. The target would shortly be
arriving from the meeting he had had earlier in the day, at an undisclosed
location, with the Foreign Minister of one of the most unstable countries in
the Middle Eastern region. Sarah folded up her papers, whilst sexily
uncrossing her legs, slowly with a swishing noise as her tights rubbed
together, without looking round at the other people in the cafe. She picked
up her handbag and, switching her reading glasses for sunglasses then
strutted away from the cafe, leaving the rest of her unconsumed tea behind.

'Beep, beep,' went the remote alarm on her Chrysler Discovery which
wasparked around the corner from the Excelsior Hotel. She opened the
passenger door and put her papers in the glove compartment, ignoring the
'ding, ding' noise as the door opened. After carefully locking her car
again, she made her way into the Hotel.

Sarah walked through reception, noticing a bald man looking twice at her
gorgeous figure. But she ruled that he was not connected to the 'client',
and paid no further attention to him.

'Good afternoon, may I help you, madam?' the receptionist asked politely.

'Yes,' Sarah said rather bluntly. 'I have a suite on the 5th floor, but I am
not happy with the condition of the bathroom,' she added, as she casually
glanced around - not even looking at the receptionist.

'Oh, I am so terribly sorry, madam. I'll send a cleaner up there right away.
May I ask what is your suite number?' he enquired.

'Oh, I can't remember that, my good man,' Sarah snapped at him. 'Just show
me this cleaner and I shall take her there myself!' she almost spat out.

'Very well, madam - as you wish,' the receptionist concluded. He signalled
to a male cleaner polishing an ash tray by the elevator.

'NO!' Sarah again barked. 'I want a FEMALE cleaner!' she exclaimed
insistently, again not looking at him as she said this.

'As you wish, madam,' came the courteous reply.

After a short delay, a young girl appeared from the elevator. Sarah walked
into the elevator with her without thanking the receptionist - who was
mightily relieved to see the back of her! Sarah could tell that this girl,
who was barely out of her teens, had just had a cigarette break, since she
positively reeked of tobacco. Neither woman spoke during the elevator's
ascent. Once on the 5th floor, Sarah began walking down the corridor towards
the suite where the client was staying. She stopped a few doors down from
the client's suite and said, 'This is the one - this is my suite'.

'OK then, miss,' the girl stammered, as she went off to the nearest utility
cupboard. Sarah casually followed her, taking care not to look suspicous.
Once the girl was inside the cupboard, Sarah checked both ways down the
corridor before entering the cupboard with the cleaner, and quietly shutting
the door behind her.

As quick as lightning, Sarah hand-chopped the unsuspecting girl on the side
of the neck, sending her down like a ton of bricks. Sarah kneeled down and
turned the girl over carefully. Silently, she ran her hand over the girl's
face, frisking her halzenut hair out of the way, before moving to her nose
and mouth. She held closed the cleaner's nose with her fingers, whilst
mounting the poor girl and pinning her arms to her sides with her pantyhosed
thighs. The unfortunate girl did not know what had hit her. She feebly tried
to scream but Sarah's hand ensured that her attempts only quietly vibrated,
softly in the palm of the assassin's hand.

Sarah slowly suffocated the cleaner with one hand and met with little
resistance, since the girl was by now almost unconcious, her hands weakly
trying to get free from between Sarahs thighs, her legs kicking feebly.
Sarah showed no emotion whilst doing this, and simply observed the girl's
bulging eyes as she tried to breathe in some oxygen. After she was sure the
girl had passed away some four minutes later, Sarah then undressed the girl
slowly, being sure not to damage her clothes, in case this might give her
away later. Once she had stripped the cleaning girl to her cheap underwear,
Sarah slowly stood up and began to undress.

First, off came her jacket which she hung up on the door. Next her navy blue
suit, slipping down her sheer, shapely legs, revealing her exquisite figure,
and leaving the assassin standing only in her bra and nearly-black tights,
together with the black high heels, which she left on. Now she put on the
girl's cleaning uniform. It was a typical outfit - not particularly special,
but nevertheless still smart, taking into account the quality of the hotel
which it represented. Sarah even decided to swap tights with the girl, to
make sure that her own designer brand of pantyhose would not arouse
suspicion later on, as she proceeded with the rest of her mission. There was
no chair in the very small room, so Sarah made one by sitting on the
deceased girl's face, crossing her nylon legs as she leaned into the girl's
visage for comfort.

'Do excuse me!' Sarah cheekily commented, as she gently slipped off her
nearly-black tights, her polished red toenails suddenly able to shine in the
light of the cleaning cupboard. Then she carefully slid on the dull brown
tights which the cleaner had been wearing. Once she was satisfied that she
looked the part, Sarah checked herself in the mirror on the cupboard wall
one last time, before slowly opening the door, dragging out the vacuum
cleaner from the corner of the cupboard, and then scanning the corridor for
people.

Having established that the coast was clear, Sarah emerged into the corridor
and locked the door with the girl's keys. She walked back down the corridor
in her newly-acquired outfit, with keys jangling and vacuum cleaner in tow.
She looked the part but, if anything, could be considered to be rather too
attractive and sophisticated to be a cleaner! She turned into the doorway of
the client's suite, causing the bodyguard on the door to immediately jump up
from his chair, at the same time leaving his right hand free to produce his
firearm if required.

'Hello,' Sarah said in an openly seductive voice. 'I have instructions to
clean this suite, as it was not done this morning,' she added smilingly.

'I am sorry, but no-one to go in room right now,' the guard replied in poor
English.