Uniform Stealing Board

Plus the chief of airport police and their tactical squad……
They had been thorough….and quite expletive in that there would be dire consequences if she did otherwise,…she was to protect no one

They had started on her early in the day……reminding her of her responsibilities and the consequences of not understanding them….others would pay if she failed……
She had been getting dressed for work in her bedroom……stepping into her nude toned full slip…..wearing a robust brassier and panties of the same tone……gone were the days when she wore skimpy undies……she wore full support tights, seamed and rip guarded…a heavier shade, a good 20 denier
When her husband had barged into room….a stranger from the Police was asking how he and the children were…when he asked why he said ‘Your wife would know and understand’

Charming…..that started the day rather well…..

The head of dispatch had been quite clear….. if anything was out of the ordinary…in any way…..however small the change…. then report it straight away…..if not then and there….then it must be reported to state security when they arrived…..

There had been only one event…small…insignificant…..but still something that was not routine
Oksana had been late, she had missed the rendezvous that they would all meet just outside check in………….all in one place ready to be screened…all at the same time
Marta had called Oksana last night and confirmed that she had understood the importance of doing so…… and yet she had still been tardy
But that was the only inconsistency ….the only event that was not the norm…

But Marta liked this girl…..the beautiful girl she had once been…..with all those dreams…all those ideas……all before Marta’s life had become…..what….normal….the bad and sexless marriage….grown up children who rarely called……the lack of promotion….the endless toil and the fear of losing a pension

This Oksana…..she could still do it the right way, she seemed decent enough and not a tramp..…she succeed where Marta had failed….
But if she told the Agent that she had been late….she would be pulled from the flight….investigated……maybe ruined….fired…..her career over………….

Plus Kira knew her well enough….they seemed friendly and at ease with each other

She decided quickly…..and there was no hesitation…….and it would be the biggest mistake of her life

‘No Sir, no problems at all’ stated the senior attendant
‘These are my VIP and business class attendants…….the two serving economy are already inside’
‘Come with me….we will walk the plane’ said Adamchuk, indicating to Marta.
They headed deep inside leaving the bogus Oksana and the innocent Kira to themselves

Oksana’s waited by the large heavy metal aircraft door ……the hum of the generators, the smell of fuel and rubber….a cold breeze swirled into the cabin from the break in the rubber seal that clamped onto the aircrafts fuselage…..
She looked at Kira…who smiled back

Oksana’s mind was working fast ……figuring out all the options…..to play dumb….play the intimidated and awestruck young girl…sweat it out in interrogation until something turned up, that was how she had been trained…..she had never been caught once..….but at some point in time they would find the real Oksana Bakay…..this plane needed to be in the air

Fight or Flight, get out of there…right now before her cover was blown…..sock a lone tourist in the face…..take her place, go on vacation…she had done so before, in Paris…....she would have to…. because if she aborted the mission now failure would ensure no welcome back home….only a firing squad, if she was lucky….
.
The last option….to keep her nerve….to attack…..just kill the traitor and his whore…….even that act would be classed as a failure by control….at least in that scenario the target would not be around to gloat or continue to live in luxury…welding power over states

But the mission objective would fail disastrously at the strategic level
However much the tactical assassination would be presented as some sort of consolation prize……national policy and aspirations would still be the same….in deadlock….and going nowhere as Suzdalia’s enemies grew stronger, more united

And richer as the years went by……and Suzdalia’s fortunes would further stagnate…..something had to change……something had to give……war was not an option, Suzdalia would lose in the long run………but a gamble…….a subterfuge so subtle……so daring……so sublime that her enemies would never suspect…..nobody expects the enemy to strike from within within…….a strike that would appear as if it were self immolation …a self inflicted wound……

She was there to infiltrate, imitate and control……a long time and effort had been invested already…there had been numerous attempts by others….they had all disappeared, failed to report….they were assumed lost… vanished, as if they had never existed ………..she could not fail…..she was the only one to get this far

There were sounds and movement from behind her……she came back to the present.
Kira too stiffened

The imposter waited to be addressed, to be given an order…..the good little employee….the slave to capitalist luxury….check all you want Pig……you will find nothing…. as there is nothing to find….but
She checked herself…… there was something to find….if they stripped her down and inspected her clothes inside out

She slowly reached to her thigh and across to her lower abdomen …..her fingers hardly moved …but they were there……under the real Oksana’s skirt……under the elastic waistband of the real Oksana’s tan tights……..and still again…..slipped inside the elastic of the real Oksana’s panties…..stolen from the girls flat weeks ago

Tucked away under all this feminine and pilfered underwear was a plastic packet….small……she felt the five little pills……five little weapons…..good luck in finding those pig……she smiled as she awaited his return

Him and that soft aging rustic ‘Has been’ blonde…trying to be all motherly and understanding ….fuck her…. she was nothing and if she got in the way….Well, it would be swift
And this one standing next to her……Kira…easy
In fact all of them…she would and could go through them like a hot knife through butter…….
All maybe….except Adamchuk……he would be different…a challenge….it would take the charms and wily ways of a woman to get his guard down…and even then maybe

Marta and Admachuk both returned to the door hatch
Oksana and Kira faced forward…..not turning around

There was silence……but no alarm…..no punch or chop to the nape of her slim neck….

The Senior Flight Attendant said nothing……she was also awaiting orders……no suspicions had been raised.
Adamchuk finally broke the silence
‘First to come will be the Personal assistant and the valet....get them seated and settled first…then I will bring the principles’…..

He came around and faced Kira and Oksana
He bent down…..his face and moustache very close to Oksana’s face
She could smell peppermint on his breath…..maybe a hint of stale tobacco
His voice was low….
‘You do this Girl’ he said ‘and you do it well’
Oksana paused….pretending to be intimidated
Licking her red coated lips, she finally replied
‘Yes sir….I always give my best’ very softly and surely

Yes Taras……she would………and in this case you would not like it

LOAD UP

They all waited .....waiting for their ‘Special Cargo’
For what sounded like an eternity the familiar thumping of feet on a rubber surface was heard emanating from the jet bridge….
Pounding footsteps heard over the noise of the labouring and waiting aircraft……the whine from the idling jet engines was becoming louder
Eventually a man and woman turned the corner of the bridge

The senior attendant knew the names expected….. only these names were omitted from the officially produced flight manifest ……the imposter was aware of the names already…but from a different source
Oksana had memorized the personal history of the individuals she was now encountering in the flesh for the first time

Both flight attendants prepared to smile in welcome……the Agent stood back….into the shadows and the recess of the aircraft

The man must be the valet….he looked the part….in his fifties…the face a caricature of a rigid and unbending butler…..a manservant of the old school……Victor Isakov.
There was a bit more to old Victor thought our Oksana…..grew up in Communist Bulgaria…..their Army in a way, after all it was trained and equipped by the Warsaw Pact….he deserted one day….a little time in the French Foreign Legion….became a Sergeant Chef…..a lot of time in the African bush wars…...now the valet and all round personal fixer to the traitor himself….another minor traitor to the cause of the big traitor and his whore…...but Suzdalia had never expected much from that quarter in the first place…all the Bulgarians had to do was watch the Turks and they struggled doing that

The valet was a big man….wide in girth, he was turning to fat as age came on….but under his skin muscle strength was still visibly evident….he would still be viable in the skills of a bodyguard
He wore a dark suit which looked well cut and expensive, a black long overcoat with wide lapels was draped over his arm…a stiff white collar on the shirt….he had a bored looked….but that look could be deceptive ….
He was dangerous as well as gracious in manner….fluent in French, English and German……as well as the Ruritanian and Suzdalian dialects …..He was a Livonian now by nationality, like the traitor and his whore…so he spoke their pig language with equal ease

Now Oksana profiled the female who accompanied Victor…..young……mid to late twenties, in fact she was 27 years old….obvious in her dress choice a professional type….our imposter had that ache in her groin again, her heartbeat increased slightly as she silently viewed the other females outfit….which she like intently

The female wore a black full sleeved dress that went only to her thighs…or upper legs……no belt….the dress Flowed from her shoulders and over her figure…slack
And therefore hung equally loose from her bosom……black buttons at the front were stitched half way down……her neckline was open…..a bright white collar which was part of the dress created a chic and powerful effect….very modern….very corporate
It was a black mini dress with a white contrast collar….with long puffed sleeves

To compliment the dress the woman had chosen to wear 70 or 80 denier black opaque tights…..the dress being so short that it was indisputable that they were tights and not stockings….….her nylon encased feet were shod in unadorned black patent leather ballerina flats

She also wore spectacles …black frames, square…..behind which were hazel coloured eyes…..thin pencilled eyebrows…...flesh toned lipstick…..face foundation…..her skin looked pale without it..….black mascara…..thin faced…a small nose…..she was rather delightful in appearance…..
Oksana desired the woman’s clothes and craved the opportunity to substitute her own body with that of the woman who was currently inside them…..but Oksana knew that was not to be…..another time and another place maybe

But what made the woman stand out even more was her choice of hairstyle….with the thin face it was striking to behold…..her hair was jet black, like her dress……short on the thin white neck….long on the fringe that slicked over her eyes….it was what they called a pixie cut…..girlish yet also boyish in a way…...with the spectacles …..the personal assistant projected an image sexuality blended with professionalism…...the very icon of a modern day European female businesswoman

Which in fact she was…rather than just a personal assistant…there was more to her job description than carrying around information and an appointment book

Oksana also knew her name…Juta Repse…a full blooded Livonian…..and had been with the traitor and his whore for five years now, her predecessor had vanished off the face of the earth….an old German man…. taking his secrets with him….Juta was also a linguist….but she had no police or military training…..a pure civilian….and she looked like it.
She was really the one who looked after their business interests….kept track of the accounts…who was who…..she was very close to the whore….but nobody was sure how close…Oksana intended to find out one day
The Livonian woman, like the valet , carried a coat over the arm…a black belted trench coat……a shoulder bag over one arm and a laptop case in the other.

Oksana indicated with her hand ‘Sir….Madam….this way please’ and led the female assistant and valet through to business class…..and through that to the VIP cabin
The valet said ‘Thank you’…..
Ms Repse did not respond….Oksana could smell her perfume…….she tingled as her nipples under the stolen bra stiffened

The party left Kira and Marta behind
Adamchuk was still waiting for his ‘Royal’ guests…..
The two followed and upon reaching their destination Oksana stated ‘Any seat you like’

The man and woman perused their surroundings and decided each on a seat….not surprisingly they chose seats on opposite sides of the aircraft…..large leather seats….individual, with a small work table in front…..
The pair proceeded to place their hand luggage and coats into the overhead bins…assisted by the ever helpful Oksana…..who managed to get close to the delectable Juta……as she lifted the shoulder bag she noted she was roughly the same height and build as the assistant…..her breasts….near enough…. She would be a good fit….as the PA rose on her toes to retrieve something from the overhead bin…..her dress rose even higher up her thighs and pulled on her back…..the imposter’s mouth went dry as she tried to visualize what the woman had chosen to wear that day underneath that lovely short mini dress…..

Her perfume was strong……expensive….eventually Juta took her seat and crossed her legs…the mini dress rose a little higher…..Oksana was greeted with the sight of a thick black nylon sheathed thigh…..the black nylon stretching…… exposing the woman’s soft skin underneath

It was just at that point that Adamchuk entered the cabin…he looked left and right….he proceeded to check around the cabin
Juta Repse leaped up from her seat as two people entered the area coming up behind the SBU agent….they were followed discreetly by Marta……Victor was ramrod straight like he was on parade in the old days.

The bogus Ms Bakay followed suit and also made herself straight….. and submissive….hands crossed to her front as the procession marched by.

So there he was….the great Traitor…..the Benedict Arnold…..the Kerensky …the Vlasov…....The new Talleyrand like creature of this new Europe….so many names to connect him with the past……bastard was the one name she was thinking of right now….the most hated man in her country….Kornilov…we should have known by the name…a reactionary surname from the time of the great revolution

The onetime hope for our country…..he could have been a General Secretary…..a President …..But no…he chose a life of luxury in the West….he chose that whore of an aristocrat as a wife….he nearly destroyed us as a people….. he nearly led us to destroy ourselves….all at the behest of the West….he worked from within setting brother against brother…weaker and weaker we became……thank God that the Marshal discovered his treachery in time…before our path of destruction was irreversible…….
Even though the bastard ran before he could be shot….or worse.
He looked older now….he was near to sixty…..
His hair was cut short and well groomed…like the military man he had once been…..it had more flecks of gray in it than she remembered…..the short beard, equally white….was well manicured….that was new….age had brought out his true heritage…a blood sucking aristocrat….he wore an expensive, tailored gray suite and waistcoat …..Savile Row by the looks of it….…he held a silver tipped walking stick…he carried nothing else….

And behind him came the whore ……..Kristine Kornilov, her married name anyway.
Her common name…..the name she used to get about and avoid any extra publicity….the fact that she took the name Kornilov, the most hated man in the history of Suzdalia was moot…in Western Europe and the rest of the world no one cared…..but they all cared and got very nervous and defensive when they heard the name Von Dunaberg being mentioned….that was an infamous name…..a name from Europe’s darkest time during the last Great War…and one that they wanted buried and forgotten…..
Her full name and title was Elizabetha Kristina Alexandria Von Dunaberg und Courland

The Von Dunabergs had ridden into the Baltic Region and Livonia with the Teutonic Knights….even then they butchered, stole and raped their way to land and power….their Great estates in Prussia, afterwards the new German Empire and finally Livonia….the Ober Ost…the origins of their great name ….and political and military power
There had always been a General in the German Army called Dunaberg….from Frederick the Great to the Wars of liberation……the Franco Prussian to the Great War….and in the last and not so final conflagration……one…..not in the Wehrmacht….this time it was the SS….and not the Waffen either.

This was Kristine’s Grandfather….his savagery had been renowned …….he was the Vlad of Suzdalia…children of the past born in the region had been warned to be good otherwise a Dunaberg would come for them in the night.
The general had not survived the end of the war…the details where rather murky….but Suzdalia was the likely candidate….a bullet in the head….the Eastern Provinces…..no one really knew

But the Von Dunaberg family fortune had survived….the estates and factories were gone…but only in the East….. loot worth an estimated 60 billion USD today had been ferreted away in Swiss, Swedish and South American Banks….some even speculate in New York itself during the actual hostilities …..The Dunaberg family were business partners with the likes of Ford, Chrysler, Standard oil and Texaco…..

The son had survived…her father….a child during the war…but a child of the Reich….The Count Von Dunaberg ensured that his only daughter would also carry the flaming torch…..their hatred of Suzdalia was paramount in every decision they made…..the hatred was reciprocated…..the father had died…she became the Countess, but the title was never used…….she was now 45….but looked 15 years younger than that…she could afford the care and delicate surgery

Her greatest coup …after decades of chipping at the periphery of Suzdalia….was the seducing and manipulation of Alexander Kornilov…….she nearly succeeded in destroying the state….something her Grandfather and his regime had failed to accomplish…..and had cost him his wretched hate filled life

There was no hot war …...Europe had generally been at peace since 1945, but under the liberalism and protection of the West the Countess was still waging the war her grandfathers generation had started……but this was now a war of shadows….she had been and was slowly forming an international coalition against her blood drenched country….but doing so behind the Great Traitor….he was besotted with her…..his life had not been his own ever since he had met her at the Helsinki Strategic Arms Limitation Talks in 2000…..he had been foolishly allowed to meet her in privacy…..and other private things had happened, things of an intimate nature…..things other than talk about how many missiles each side had had obviously occurred.

Afterwards strange personal tragedies had affected Alexander Kornilov’s life….his wife, a homely creature of no great intellect had suffered a severe and fatal heart attack….alone and at home……their teenage daughter died of a drug overdose at university…..the son had died in an Avalanche in the Caucasus mountains….all these dreadful events had been hushed up….but the Countess had been there to pick up the pieces…a shoulder to cry on…. A pair of open legs to nestle in

With the whore behind the scenes…He had opened up the country, proclaiming freedom for all….the old ways were gone……and so was national pride and common respect as he proceeded to sell the country and its people to the highest bidder.......there were many bidders…many takers…many who laughed at them as the country cut its own throat for a Dollar…..

With the fall of the regime the state security apparatus had been weak…..flawed and open to abuse and attack…..but eventually….as was always the case in Suzdalian history…..the machinery of state security always repaired itself……it always realigned….normally with a new name, but it’s still the same machine….and when it bounced back, it coalesced around a great man….it bounced back hard and bite ferociously…..led by the Marshall
They had both run…..the once great leader and his whore…..she had the assets to do so and survive……and she took her puppy with her.

The shadow war had continued…it was a game of chess…..she attacked them using Kornilov….and they wanted her destroyed……both always looking for an opening…..both waiting for one of them to make a mistake…..but the constant pressure from the puppet states was starting to squeeze Suzdalia…..and squeeze her dry

Only the premier intelligence services new of her involvement….her real role….to know her name could be terminal to one’s health
She was nearly a recluse, known to only to a few, a special elite of those in high power in the West…….she bank rolled many of them….
She was little seen….little mentioned by the international news feeds….rare photographs showed her in black standing next to the traitor Kornilov…..on the face of it, just the wife of an exiled leader of an ex communist super power …..who was now reinvented as a successful business tycoon
The few journalists who had dared to dig around into how he had obtained his mega wealth where either out of a job at best…..or had disappeared on assignment in the Middle East, Asia or Darkest Africa…..some had just disappeared full stop….they owned most of the Western press, but not in her name

Kornilov, with his new wealth and power became an unofficial EU ambassador….ensuring him diplomatic immunity and unlimited travel…..untouchable now when contemplating the usual methods of disposal…..but she was behind the throne….always had been…his was the face of respectability not hers…hers was just feared

But she ruled countries……he was her Ambassador

Kornilov himself was the face of the opposition in exile….he was the PR man….the conference attendee…..he had no official portfolio in the EU but he pulled a lot strings….hell of a lot……those strings could be pulled the other way….

That is why he was not dead…..but to use him…..you had to find a way of controlling him….
Central had planned for a long time….a long time indeed…..and our bogus flight attendant was the key that would unlock the destruction of Western Europe and their new lackeys ….a new Europe would emerge….one that would reset the balance of Europe back to when Alexander III occupied Paris…..a balance that would once more see Suzdalia supreme and in her rightful place on the world stage.

Suzdalia had planned a counterattack …a plan a long time in the making

When the Countess and Kornilov travelled they did so with astonishingly little fanfare or fuss…no motorcades escorted by police….no heavy security…..no road closures…..no press or TV coverage…. unless he was on his own, then he was as lavish with public relations as any other EU plutocrat….their various residences were heavily guarded …some where almost like safe houses in non descript locations….their personal security was light…but expensive and tight

And there were no private jets…..the few times that this method of transportation had been used had ended when a pilot or crew member had been bribed…there had been sabotage and equipment malfunctions….it was dangerous for them to use such modes of conveyance

There was safety in numbers….innocent civilians, mothers, fathers, grandma and grandpa…..children and babies…pets in the cargo hold…in short aircraft……and commercial airliners and airlines
If an airliner went down…ordinary people always demanded to know why
Airliners being shot down or blown up in mid air with hundreds of innocent casualties still tended to cause an outrage….even in these jaundiced times….
Her much maligned Motherland did not need this……..

So a normal a discreet call by the Countess’s staff would secure a last moment secluded spot on a commercial aircraft….with minimum security….in this case the Ex Foreign Legionnaire and Adamchuk…one of the local boys best…..at the other end in Livonia her full security team would pick up the tab and whisk her off to her large estate 20 miles outside the capital…….known as the ‘Festung’……or Fortress in German

They had just left the Ruritanian capital for a closed door meeting…with the East European and Baltic leaders…the Countess needed to be there, to ensure that her paid puppets new the next dance……the Kornilov’s were heading home…back to the already mentioned reclaimed estate outside Livonia…..she had not left that heavily guarded facility for over a year….

Through any means possible………….
Which had involved kidnapping, torture, murder, phone tapping, bribery, and extortion…… people had simply and discreetly disappeared off the face off the Earth….. Western Intelligence had blamed this spike in terror on Islamist terror groups….but it was outright terrorism by Control that had breached her security…..the travel plans were known……who would guess when there would be another chance ….the interception was planned and in place….the next dance by the EU puppets would be at their call…not hers and they would never be none the wiser……

Oksana stood there ….. Emotionless …submissive ….as that women……the nemesis of her people….known only to a select few in the Suzdalian hierarchy …the Marshal himself and those that equalled a number of fingers on a hand… strode past with arrogance that had butchered her people as if they were mere fowl…….the bogus flight attendant drank in every detail…….

Oksana dark eyes were like a recorder…she observed her prey

The Countess…..in her trademark pillbox hat….this one was made in rich black velvet ….…. The hat sported a dark black rose on its left….it dominated that side of the hat….It was very comfortable to wear….there was a bow lightly attached to the edge of the ha…complete with a stitched mesh that was longer than usual….the dark black veil draped free…. it nearly covered the ladies face…..The mesh was almost like gauze….
Although very elegant…..a light mesh suggested style, but this mesh went beyond fashion… it heavily suggested the wearer wanted her face to remain unseen, a secret to the outside world……and in this the casual observer would be correct….

When in her late teens and as a true German patriotic maiden in a modern world…. the Countess Von Dunaberg like her hero worshipped general grandfather she had took up Germanic sword duelling…..
She was good at it…nearly an expert…..but on her last ever and very aggressive private tournament she had neglected the use of a safety hood….it had resulted in a severe gash on the right side of her face….she had been disfigured for life.
Control had obtained an old medical report ……they had a description and photograph of the scar….it was to found on the right hand side of her face…deep…from cheek to forehead……to obtain the report had been costly in time, money and life
In public, the Countess’s face was always veiled, cloaked or shrouded….. only then one may glimpse a fine and chiselled chin ….…a pale and milky white skin….her lips were thin……always with lipstick
On this occasion Oksana noted the black lipstick….unusual and stunning with the hat and veil and the rest of her dress
The Countess’s was an almost white natural blonde….fine hair……like her pale milk like skin.....after generations of careful breeding she was the incarnation of the true Aryan……her warped ancestors would be proud…...
Even her hairstyle was Germanic…..1930s or 40s…..the white blonde hair had been tightly and expertly twisted and knotted to the nape of her long neck…not a hair was out of place.

This woman oozed wealth….she was festooned in gold and diamonds starting from her head….her hair had been secured with real silver pins and clips….from her small ear lobes hung dangling diamonds of a large carat

Her clothes were to die for….Paris….and designer…..she had chosen black that day, her favourite colour….no doubt in mourning for the Reich she had never known, but craved its return…..…..her pale white skin tone complimented the dark garments superbly

She wore…or should say modelled…a three quarter sleeve V neck knee length lace dress…..a cocktail dress…with sequins….the lace was intricate in design with swirling flowers in black….her underclothes were invisible, although a full slip, a short slip it must be….. had to have been worn underneath…..
The Countess had a trim waist….a flat stomach…..her bust was well rounded and flattered by the dress…..the open V in the design of the dress did not reveal any trashy cleavage …..but only pale skin
Black Spaghetti straps were just visible under the matching black lace……
The lace of her dress on her back was far more revealing….spaghetti straps again, and the full slip underneath…….
Her neck and collarbone proudly displayed a gold chain complete with a miniature of the family crest that included the finest red rubies..….. on her left wrist was a large and wide diamond bracelet….it must have been worth a fortune…..on her hands were black ermine gloves

The hem of the dress was scalloped….….and sat just above her knees……all very respectable…not too short and not too long…
The Countess had very shapely legs ……after all she was an athlete and equestrian…… the whiteness of her skin extenuated the 10 denier sheer hosiery that sheathed her legs….. black, with a touch of slate gray….off black….expensive…....the Italian designer shoes….from Milan……peep toe…again her nails painted in black varnish…..her stockings were seamless….T strap pumps with a high stiletto…with an ankle strap…..it was all rather delicious

All this Oksana absorbed in seconds……following up the rear was Marta….over her arm was a black ladies cashmere and merino long coat…..and a designer purse with a gold chain strap…a pure gold strap at that

The special passengers continued to settle in
Marta shortly returned….she tapped Oksana….or the girl she thought to be Oksana…lightly on the satin covered shoulder
‘We are Finished here….we have economy to deal with now…..Kira is just down in business…you share her galley….’
She looked behind her and in a low voice ‘And good luck Oksana…they scare the hell out of me’
Oksana just shrugged her shoulder
Marta left…if she had been allowed to run she would have done so…….


Oksana finished up…..Victor was looking out of the small rounded window……
Juta Repse was connecting her seat belt…..those thighs and legs again…..the imposter wanted to slide her hand up and inside, right between her legs and rip off her panties
Old habits die hard with the agent…she briefly remembered ravishing the naked, tied up and gagged Svitlana…again she had that tingling sensation…it seemed like ages ago….and right now she just could not ravish the ignorant Juta and get away with it……

The flight needed to be prepped for take off

THE FLIGHT

The roar of the jet engines began to diminish as the level of thrust required for takeoff was reduced by the second pilot
They were still climbing….but more gracefully to the allocated cruising height…the angle of ascent less noticeable
Ears were popping….noses pinched tight and blown…stomachs turned over but finally most of the crew and passengers began to settle in for the flight……
The unfasten seat belt sign had come on…….red with the unclipping buckle clearly shown

The aircraft experienced lots of clicking sounds….. A metal on metal snapping sound ensued……even though it was inadvisable to do so…..people are people and liked to feel free in their seats

Ivan and Olga began to water and feed the economy class…..unofficially, economy was referred to as steerage by the cabin crew, not a really flattering contrast, but at times judging by the behaviour and look on some of them…well, it was quite an appropriate comparison at times….….pulling that god awful trolley up the central aisle was like feeding time at the zoo

However, within the new VIP class the mood and style was entirely different…Oksana was watching…waiting to satisfy their needs….upon request of course

Juta Repse had retrieved her laptop which had been placed on her shapely lap…..her delicate varnished finger nails began tapping at the keys….. preoccupied she scratched her thigh….maybe choosing to wear thick opaque tights that day had been a mistake….they were warm when worn outside, but hot to wear inside a temperature controlled environment

Our imposter shifted her attention to the valet…..Victor
‘Sir…..would you like any refreshment’ enquired the imposter, so cute and pliable
‘Victor looked up, he had looking out of the window ‘A water please….and a fresh orange juice’
She nodded…good choice
Reluctantly the imposter turned towards the woman whose clothes she wished to be dressed in……with or without her consent
‘Madam’ enquired the flight attendant ‘any refreshment’
The woman paused…..a sparkle of light glittered off the lenses of her smart and trendy spectacles…..’I think a glass of Champaign would be nice…thank you’…..
Ah…manners at last thought the imposter

Oksana turned around and made towards the galley area shared with business class, and of course Kira….
But she did not go directly into the galley…she sauntered past the food preparation area…….finally she looked left and right…..all the others were distracted in their tasks…Kira was filling a large silver coffee pot…her leg extended at a jaunty angle…her short skirt and shapely backside extended….

During a short haul flight cabin crew normally discouraged in using the restroom’s…..she looked at the lock…good it was green…she pushed the door…once inside she slid the bolt back…..click
She straightened her back…..rotated her head…..which had become stiff….so far it had been a long day….and would get longer still

She looked directly at the mirror set into the restroom wall…staring straight ahead…..she began to undo the thin and small brown leather belt from around her waist…..it loosened the skirt
She then lifted up her mini skirt…….up to and over her waist…the skirt was pealed back over her stomach...…
The reflection in the mirror revealed her tights and the high hip panties underneath……the high cut plain nude coloured panties, decorated with a little bow in the centre….her navel clouded and just visible under the soft see-through nylon of the thin tights……

Oksana briefly thought of the unconscious girl, whose body and legs she had recently stripped them off and away from…….they had still been silky and warm when she had eased them onto her own legs, up her thighs and snapped onto and over her hips

The personal assistant and butler were expecting their respective drinks…..
Her hand slid over to the brown waistband of the tights……the tights she had purloined had no gusset between the legs…..just the same thinness of nylon all the way through the intimate ladies garment ….

With two hands she hooked her fingers into the waistband……
She swiftly pulled down the tights from her waist and down over her hips…..
…..to her mid thighs…the plane shook in turbulence and she nearly lost balance….

She steadied herself, hands outstretched on either side of the small cubicle…..
The aircraft stopped bucking….. she proceeded with her task…the tan tights were now taut between her legs…..her hands went to the panties…,,fingers searched under the elastic waistband, under the little cute bow…..and there she found the small plastic packet….the bag was self adhesive…she retrieved it and placed it on the wash stand…..

Oh…her stomach just ached
She pulled her tights further down to her knees….her panties followed
She sat on the bowl and took a pee……she had forgotten how long it had been since the last one
When finished she took a sheet of paper….She wiped herself clean….pulled up her panties, followed by the hose….pulled the mini skirt down….tucked in the blouse and refastened the belt……she then washed her hands…..
In the mirror she looked at her lips….thin….the scarlet lipstick had become faded….her lips would need a little touching up
She gripped the plastic packet with the pills tightly and left the restroom

Outside the restroom she looked left and right….no one noticed…Kira was not there…she must be in business class

She quickly ducked into the galley…..opened her locker and retrieved the flight case…..she rummaged inside and found the real Oksana’s compact and lipstick tube…..using the compact she layered her lips with a coat of fresh scarlet lipstick….she pressed her lips together ….that looks better…..she put the cosmetics away….likewise the case
Within the preparation area she began making the drinks…….one pill each……the orange juice and champagne were now laced with a the powerful sedative that would lay an elephant flat..….it only took seconds to dissolve and left no taste

Marta suddenly came into the galley….glad to see that Oksana was doing her job without being told…..unlike that pain in the ass Olga and Ivan

‘Good Oksana…doing their drinks….thank heavens it’s a snacks only run’ she said
Yes Marta…..they can be unpleasant’
Marta looked at her tray…..the flute filled with bubbling golden liquid
‘Yes…I have had two orders for champagne…..but not that cheap stuff’
From underneath the worktop in a concealed fridge she produced a magnum of Dom Perpignan Wedding
‘Delivered by catering this morning…you know…it’s over a thousand Euros a bottle…would you believe it’

The imposter grimaced….yes…she would believe it
‘After those two are served…….make sure the valet gets two glass’s of this…the full trimmings….so he can serve to his employers……not you…okay’
‘I got it’ replied Oksana

‘What’s the Policeman having’ asked Oksana…..in a very innocent tone
‘Iced apple juice’ replied Marta
‘I’ll take it…your hands are full already….dashing back and fore…..just place the drink on the tray’

Marta thought about it, first class was her job normally, but not on this flight, but she liked imitative and she still had economy to supervise….Kira was okay in business class…she could be trusted…and so could Oksana by the look of it

‘Yes…you are right……well done’
What a helpful girl thought Marta…..Oh No….thank you thought the imposter….this was getting way too easy
Whilst Marta was getting the champagne bucket and expensive magnum ready…the imposter prepped the iced apple juice…with its extra vitamin pill
‘Ready’ said Marta
‘Ready’ said the imposter
The drinks were ready…….

Marta went first, ’Thanks Oksana…see you later, call me on the intercom phone if there is an issue’
She entered Business class through the navy blue curtain….Oksana briefly saw Kira serving
Oksana had her tray…and moved into the new VIP class……

Victor the valet looked up at her ‘I thought you had forgot young lady’ he smiled though while saying it….there was no outward sign that he suspected a threat
She served the drinks….smiling back…..hoping that he would get a good look at her bosom, a really up close look…..her legs were always on show
She placed a two paper coasters on the low table, followed by the two drinks….in real glass, not the usual plastic that economy were used to
‘I hope you enjoy them Sir’ all smiles…..with fresh lipstick
‘I am sure I will’ he replied…..yes….he got a good look

She moved over to the sexy assistant ‘Madam’
Again a paper coaster, but this time she wanted to get closer…..the woman in the short black mini dress had moved her small laptop on the armrest facing the window….her head was turned away…..the imposter was closer to her body and chest as she bent down to serve the drinks….her own ass in the miniskirt thrusting out…..The imposter’s mouth suddenly became moist…..for fuck sake….what kind of bra was she wearing underneath, were her nipples small, large or just right to lick….being that close infuriated her
Instead ‘Enjoy your drink madam’
‘Thank You’ was the reply

She retrieved the two flutes with the expensive champagne….both on a silver tray with cotton napkins
She stood over the valet……who was just finishing his orange juice….all of it….he was licking his lips
He looked at the young girl ‘Follow me…and don’t say a word’
He stood and beckoned her to follow

She followed him and made her way to first class
The other thick curtain….specially placed for this trip was opened as the valet entered….Oksana followed with her tray
There she saw her….in all her evil splendour….acting like a queen
The Countess……

Her black stockinged legs were crossed over….her dress riding further up her strong thighs….the off black hosiery complimenting the whiteness of her skin….very well-formed legs……the thighs looked promising…….she must be have on a slip, but there was no obvious sign of it…..or did the dress itself have one already stitched in…...the Countess’s right hand suddenly went to her stockinged knee…..a black velvet glove on black nylon hosiery
Her crossed over legs…one foot was aloft and prominent…..the T strap stiletto with the open toe….toes under hosiery…..no reinforced toe seams…..just black varnished toe nails under that nylon…..
The bitch appeared very regal….and powerful…the left gloved hand was on the arm rest of the plush leather chair, a finger tapping the armrest…..

The small pillbox hat with the heavily laced veil and mesh…her white blonde hair in the severe bun…old style…..the thin black lips….the large and ornate silver hair clip twinkled in the artificial light as she looked away from them both….staring out of the cabin window…..discounting the flight attendant as a mere servant..…an underling and therefore not worth acknowledging

The Countess made it appear that she was just looking out of the window…..but who knew what she was thinking….her thoughts of world conquest never ceased
The cocktail dress…tight…..figure hugging……the V cut neck….her white skin startling behind the black fabric…...the sequins glistening in the artificial light

Oksana placed a champagne flute on each of the small tables provided, and then simply withdrew

The imposter placed another paper coaster in front of Adamchuk……who sat near his charges…in front of them….watching the curtain……after they got through the Ex Legionnaire Valet….then they would have to deal with him…..
She served him his ‘Special’ drink

The iced apple juice was received and drank….she said nothing…….as if in awe of the Ruritanian Agent….in reality her long hosiery sheathed leg could have shot up….her snatch on view to all…….and planted her stiletto heel into one of his eyes….so ending that problem….if she wanted to…..but her game was something else….something bigger

He was sat in the seats in front the VIP’s….there were only four seats….the traitor and the whore were behind him….he was not relaxed at all….she watched as he again reached for the juice…..he took a sip…..then a mouthful……finally he gulped down the lot…..bravo….thought our flight attendant

‘Just ring the bell Sir if you require further assistance’ whispered Oksana
‘I will …and thank you’ he said, he briefly looked at her….maybe for the first time he noticed her fully…pretty girl he thought….worth a tumble at a different place at a different time
She left them……walking backwards through the heavy dark curtain

She sauntered straight through her galley area…….on the way throwing the tray inside, it landed on something but not the floor….
Kira was coming back up the aisle of business class….
There were six passengers in that class….four males
Two females….all smartly attired
Kira asked her ‘Any problems’
‘Nope’ said Oksana and brushed past ‘Keep an eye on it though’
Kira looked annoyed when Oksana pushed past…opened her cute mouth and then closed it

Oksana entered economy…..it was a different world… a sea full of headphones faceless heads…..halfway down the aisle, staring Oksana in the face….was a bent over Olga….her rounded ass up and on display

Olga’s beige mini skirt was now pulled very tight…the indentation of her panties now obviously very distinct to any who cared to look…..and a kid in a seat just behind the ignorant Olga was doing just that….he was looking up at what was supposed to be classed as a skirt….getting a great view of her crack and panties…..under her gorgeous honey tan tights

Olga was trying to get a few extra soda cans from the bottom of the trolley….hence her contortion.

Oksana lightly slapped the kid on the back of his head….the boy spun his head around, massaging where he had received the blow….angered and about to shout
His rather corpulent parents were dozing in their seats
Oksana pointed to the wobbling ass of the bent over Olga……she went to the boys ear ‘It’s rude to peek at a girl’s panties….didn’t your mother tell you’
The boy went bright red and buried his head in a magazine

Oksana tapped Olga on the ass….
She stood bolt upright….about to give someone what for…..

Olga turned around and just saw Oksana ‘What…I thought you were up front’

‘Never mind that….Marta wants you back there with Ivan, rear galley’ lied the imposter.
Olga looked a lot happier…. A break from serving these shits
They swapped places….Ivan said nothing as Olga joined him….caught up in his own little world on what type of outfits all the ladies on the plane were wearing……getting tips on what currently was in fashion

On Olga’s serving trolley were two large silver decanter…one was Tea….the other Coffee
This was an East European Flight…the majority would drink tea…..she place her last pill in the hot jug that contained Tea….

She looked at the man nearest her ‘Tea or Coffee Sir’
He looked up and passed a small plastic cup ‘Tea Please’
‘A great choice Sir’ smiled Oksana
She took the plastic cup….filled the cup with hot liquid from a thermos decanter…
‘Thank You’ he said and proceeded to sip the tea

The trolley moved on …nearly finished with the run anyway
Thanks to control and their intelligence gathering….the imposter new that the man in 33C….the one she had given the tea….. was the Ruritanian air marshal….armed……the pill would render him useless when the time came

The drugged thermos was still half full…...what should she do with it……the answer came when a woman was holding up her hand
‘Yes Madam’ said the imposter
‘Hey….give me a vodka…a double with ice….and make it snappy princess’ said the woman….English speaking….this sack of shit would do…...middle age, overweight and too much makeup…flabby tits hanging out of a low cut multi coloured blouse….tight black jeans on a thick waist and a big fat ass

‘How about a nice cup of tea first’ keeping her demeanour and patience
Oksana said so in flawless English…..with an American accent…something the real Oksana could and should never be able to do
‘Yeah…a girl could die of thirst with your shitty service….you need to get a new job being an American an all’ by her slurred voice it looked like she had had a few drinks already…..and winked at the flight attendant, whom she assumed was a fellow national

‘Well….keep it a secret between us Gals…they may think I’m a spy’ and winked back at the jolly fat woman

‘Enjoy the tea….I will get the vodka to you…free of charge’…..’ as she went to leave she winked back ‘I’ll make it a double’
‘I will sweetheart’ as the fat woman drank her tea….
Oksana made the vodka and ice a triple…..

Well that took care of the last pill thought the imposter…..she would have an earthquake like headache after that…..and sometimes it acted as a laxative, especially with overweight people

Under her breath the imposter said ‘I hope you shit yourself to death’
The tipsy passenger slurred ‘What was that’
‘Have a nice day’ she smiled
Oksana saw Olga coming back up the aisle…looking confused
‘Ivan never wanted help; she said, a little miffed
‘Sorry…me bad’ said Oksana ‘I’m going back then’
Oksana made her way back to her own class…thank God….it stank in Economy

RURITANIA – THE AIRPORT BASEMENT

Oleg and Max were walking along the large and wide service corridor tunnels…….one of five under the sprawling international airport.
Oleg, an older man with a paunch was chatting to his younger colleague Max…..Oleg was pushing the maintenance cart in front of him….they appeared to be in no hurry…..in a few hours their working day would be done
Both wore gray work dungarees sporting the Airport Company logo’s….pens and screwdrivers in the front pocket…white T shits underneath….robust safety boots on their feet.
Max was spouting
‘No way in hell tonight that Spartak will pull it off, they have been playing crap all season’ they were speaking loudly as the noise down here was ever present, loud and annoying….they both had noise cancelling headphones around their necks….but they only used them in the pump rooms

‘You watch my friend…..they will kick your ass’ said Oleg…laughing
‘You wanna bet…how much’ said max
’50…what time you going to the bar’ said the older man
‘Oh…nice and early for a change…...Lena is going out tonight with her friends…..So around 6’ said Max

Oleg remembered seeing his Lena….once…..juicy bum in those jeans…..not much up top if he remembered…nice face an all…..Oleg was single……he would have rather stayed in with Lena….under a duvet all night….it had been a while….well….years actually

‘Good…I will get it later in the bar….after the game’ chortled Oleg…..dismissing his sexual fantasy with his friends wife
‘No chance friend…..anyway……we have to finish with this shit first…last one isn’t it…which one’

Oleg checked his clipboard ‘Ah…2B….we gotta take all the pressure readings and the voltage usage’
Max looked ahead up the corridor
‘Good it’s just up there….it will only take an hour, probably less…..we’ll check the pumps and it will take us around to knock off’
‘Sounds Good’ replied Max

They both walked …..only one pushed the cart
Oleg pulled the cart up to the side, past the door marked 2B……
He noted that they had also passed the central elevator shaft….which was good…..they would get up to the office when they finished their shift much faster than taking the long way around….….he could taste that beer already
Max had already opened the door marked 2B and had gone in by the time Oleg was ready to follow …..

Oleg had a pressure gauge in his hand and was setting the tool when he almost walked into a stationary Max

He saw Max just standing there …like a fucking Zombie….arms slouched at his side…..Oleg grimaced….
’fucking loud in here’
Max did not move…..

’What’s Up’ he shouted…even louder this time
Max finally turned and looked into his friend’s eyes….Max’s eyes were wide….his face white…he was now pointing at the floor

Oleg looked past him and down to what he was pointing at
‘Fuckin Hell ‘he shouted

There was a woman on the floor….actually lying on her front with squashed breasts…….hands underneath her waist…..her legs sprawled behind her……one leg slightly hitched up…..it was a very alarming scene because the woman on the floor was naked….well nearly so…..she had on only a pair of cream latticed patterned panties….…..and fuck all else……definitely a female….with a good figure….her face was unknown……But that was not Oleg’s and Max’s fault…

It was macabre and sinister scene….the woman’s head had a black cloth hood over it…..
Fuck me thought Oleg…what have we walked into…..
He checked the generator and pump room…..they seemed to be the only ones here

He pushed Max ‘See if she is alive’….his friend was in shock
Max spluttered ‘What the fuck am I supposed to do’

Max shuffled forward towards the prostrate woman on the floor ……and nearly fell on top of her
‘What the fuck’ said Max……as he then saw the black shoulder bag that had nearly tripped him….and then he saw the discarded black clothing lying around the place….a pair of black boots….a curly black wig…..

‘What the hell has been going on’ he asked

But Oleg was gone….he was running as fast as could to get to a wall phone……out of breath he found one…he dialled 100…..the facilities and maintenance office

Finally someone picked up ‘It’s me Oleg’
A woman at the other end….it was that fat idiot Alla – she had said
‘Who’

‘Don’t give me who….it’s the bloke you called fat last week and accused me of looking at your Tits…as if’

‘Well…..I…oh you…I will get you sacked for this…you dirty beast’ the woman spluttered…..she was one of the department managers and thick as fuck
‘Shut up this is an Emergency’ cried Oleg……….
‘I am down on 4 with Max….send a Doctor down here …the lot…..and call the Police….Power room 2B…got that’
‘Why’ said Alla

‘For Fuck Sake’ hissed Oleg ‘we found a woman down hear unconscious….maybe dead…we don’t know…that’s why’
‘Who is she’ enquired Alla
Now Oleg said
‘Why…what the fuck it matters’
Alla persisted, always a one for detail…always the professional administrator
‘Well…I can also warn her department or tell the Police and Airport Medical Unit …was she airline, an airport employee…..Security or a member of the public….did she have family…that sort of thing’
Oleg was rolling his eyes and looking up at the ceiling
‘I don’t know…..she’s only wearing a pair of fucking knickers….fuck all else’
There was a pregnant pause

Finally Alla, her voice tone now quite business like
‘Level 4 Power Room 2B you said’
‘Yes’ shouted Oleg…now frantic
I’m on it’ said Alla in stern and determined voice
The line went dead

THE FLIGHT

The flight time was just over halfway completed……halfway to Livonia
Oksana looked at the small hands on the gold plated wristwatch, a cheap knock off of a well known designer brand
A ladies wristwatch taken from the limp wrist of the real flight attendant….
She was standing near the galley……the main event…a spectacular arranged by her government was approaching fast
The cabin crew were up and down their respective aisle’s……the passengers finally settled…..the air marshal was probably out cold….to the average observer he was taking a nap…she knew better…likewise the fat American woman…both were out cold

She had visited the VIP cabin a short time ago…..the two she had served drinks earlier appeared to be asleep…..the drugged Juta Repse had been a temptation….she wanted to feel, to stroke, to lift and squeeze….but no…..if she was caught by the Ruritanian….to fail now when proceedings were going so well…all was going to plan…..she dare not….she fought her inner desires and just briefly perused the slumbering woman in her exquisite clothes…..she then backed away, closing the heavy curtain behind her
Adamchuk…..was also no doubt taking an enforced nap….and the VIPs were content…unsuspecting of events about to unfold

Oksana looked out of the window, set into the heavy duty access door of the aircraft
Her gaze was rewarded with the sight of fluffy cumulonimbus clouds, deep gray, a little dark….a storm was coming, probably from the East, mixed with a cold downdraft sweeping down from the Baltic Sea
They were out there somewhere……they must be shadowing..….she knew that this flight path, for a limited time took them over friendly territory……White Suzdalia……..their very loyal brothers and sisters.

The Ruritanian Airlines, as well as those such as Poland chose their routes carefully….to not fly over White Suzdalia and arrive in Courland or Northern Scandinavia and still make a profit, they had to take a risk……
Otherwise their aircraft would have to circumnavigate unfriendly territory….. using friendly EU territory would have increased the flight time by roughly three hours….who the hell could make a profit operating like that….. hail to capitalism ….the hunger for revenue had made them vulnerable……greed had provided the gap her people needed….but they were vulnerable for only a brief time…..there was a time limit….otherwise …bang…...straight into Livonian air space…and relative safety.

Captain Martens was German…….he had once flown with Lufthansa……but the money and hours were not good….so off he went to fresh and new horizons.
He did not mind RUAIR…..a lot less regulation than in Germany……flying a plane was one thing…..death by paperwork was another.
So far the flight had been routine….just another taxi run
Heading was fine…..fuel fine……engines running fine……all gauges and indicators fine…..well….all computer imagery was fine….the old style flying instruments he had first started on had long gone…they were aviation history

He looked over to his second pilot…..Paul Krilov….an unusual first name for a Ruritanian but a good one….a good German name….and he was a good pilot…..always sober too……rare for the East which had a lousy reputation when it came DUI while flying a plane

‘Have you picked up Livonian ATC yet?’
‘No…too far out….just picking White Suzdalian traffic’ said Krilov ‘we should get them in 15 minutes or so….then we start getting our decent instructions’.
‘Copy’ said Martens

Two minutes after this conversation…as if prompting fate…. a radio message made both pilots sit up in their seats.
‘ RUAIR 244 …RUAIR244 …this is Peshkov ATC Military ….repeat…..this is Peshkov ATC military…please respond over’
They both looked at each other…..Martens said ‘White Suzdalian Air Force…..what do they want’
Krilov shrugged his shoulders ‘I do not know….but we had better find out’
‘Go ahead’ said the captain…who would concentrate on flying the plane

Krilov selected a switch and spoke ‘Peshkov ATC …..This is RUAIR 244 we copy you over’
‘RUAIR 244…..we have received information that you have sustained a possible terrorist attack…..follow our ILS beacon and land Over’ said the authoritive militaristic voice

Krilov spoke to his Captain ‘Are they crazy’
‘Take over’ said the Captain
‘I have control’ said the second officer….who now flew the aircraft.

‘Peshkov ATC this is 244 what type of attack…all appears in order over’ said Martens
The reply was swift ‘244 …Chem Bio…we insist you land in case of contamination Over’
‘Ah…negative Peshkov…we will proceed on route and let Livonian Authorities deal with it Over’
‘244 we insist’

At that point in the conversation on both port and starboard sides of the airliner….two sleek and powerful shapes rose from under their own fuselage…..MIG 29s in the black drab livery of the White Suzdalian Airforce……Martens and Krilov could see both fighter pilots clearly looking at them from inside their Plexiglas cockpits
Krilov shrugged ‘Well…that solves that problem’
Martens gritted his teeth ‘Peshkov ATC…roger…will follow your escort Over’
The reply ‘244 confirmed’
Martens ‘Peshkov…how long is your runway over’
‘244…no worries…we were a bomber base….just follow our beacon…..we are sending now…over’
One of the pilots of the MIGs gave the hand signal to follow me…..Martens nodded…..the fighter on the starboard side banked right…..Martens followed
‘Peshkov ATC am turning to starboard…..bring us in’
He turned to Krilov ‘What the fuck is this about’

LIVONIA ATC

The controller raised her hand ‘Ah…..Boss’
The control tower was busy…lots of noise……no one responded at first
Louder this time ‘Boss…I have a problem’ said the female controller

‘What is it’ said the male supervisor
‘RUAIR 244…it’s off course’
‘Where is he going’ he was looking at the radar screen….luckily 244 had just entered their control area…literally just
‘East’ said the female traffic controller ‘and those two popped up at the same time…….they are on top of each other’
The senior controller checked the traffic display……all the other traffic seemed in order….he knew what those two strange blips were….they had no transponder numbers

The supervisor sounded agitated as he replied ‘No collision….they are fighters…and they intercepted them’
He reached past her and pressed a red button on her desk