Uniform Stealing Board

THE FLIGHT

It all happened rather quickly
The rapid manoeuvre alarmed and traumatized many a passenger in the years to come
The fasten seat belt sign came on quick ….the second pilot announced and confirmed that staying in your seat and snapping on your seat belt was now mandatory
The aircraft banked severely to the right….people screamed…..including Ivan
The plane levelled off…people were shouting
‘Senior Flight Attendant, call the cockpit’ said the captain

Marta, positioned in the rear of the aircraft, in her single chair….also strapped in…..reached for the intercom phone

Olga and Ivan were likewise strapped in…..further up the plane were economy was served and catered for

But Kira could not reply to this request…she could not sit down or strap in
Why was this?
Why?
Because she was laid out flat out on the floor of the aircraft
Lying in the galley that served business and the new VIP class cabin….unconscious…..her ample breasts squashed underneath her torso ….legs splayed out…….her short beige skirt had risen in the fall….one could see the rip guard of her tights…..the back of her not so white bikini style panties…..the centre seam of the tights running up her rounded backside from the crotch……one of her shoes was missing…….her toes under the reinforced seam….it was a rather undignified pose

The transparent beige blouse had become tight on her back……the straps and band of her worn nude bra were very visible to any passer by……her long dark and tied hair hanging off to one side

Unlucky for her there were no passing would be admirers….no busy bodies sticking their noses into business that was nothing to do with them

Why had she fallen?
Why was she knocked out?
Was it an accident?
Was it due to the aircraft violently banking to the right……with so little or no warning it was very possible?

Yes and No really! The truth lay somewhere in between

When the plane had banked sharply Oksana, had been standing near Kira….
She had seen the two fighter planes rise from beneath the airliner…she had been expecting them….
Oksana had called and beckoned Kira to come into the galley…….
When the other flight attendant had entered the galley…...Oksana had carefully pulled the curtain closed behind her…..Oksana wanted no intrusion for what was going to happen next

Kira when she entered the galley failed to notice the first aid crash bag on the floor, normally it was stored away…ready for any medical emergency….someone had placed the bag near the food storage compartments…ready to use

Anyway Kira did not have that much time to notice anything odd…. as the plane suddenly banked, Kira was caught was off guard and stumbled in her high heeled shoes…..
From behind……Oksana administered a quick and sharp chop to the unsuspecting woman’s neck….to someone watching it looked like Oksana casually caught the falling kira as the plane violently lurched off at a crazy angle of attack…after all…the airliner was trying to follow fighter planes

The smiling and rather doe eyed Kira was not all she had seemed……
She was ambitious as well as pretty….in debt and very greedy
Unknown to Kira, Oksana, or the young woman Kira thought was Oksana new exactly that she was in league with the unfortunate Svitlana

Kira, throughout the flight had been giving her odd looks….no doubt wondering what had gone wrong with Svitlana….why she was not on the flight
Kira had not been told of any change in plan…..she only knew of the change in the crew manifest when she had arrived at check in……
She had been alarmed at first….but then she had recognised Oksana……she had then relaxed, but still…she had wanted off this flight….something had gone wrong

Oksana had squeezed and pried the information out of the naked Svitlana……Oksana remembered the grunts of pain that had emitted from the muted mouth as she had twisted those large round and brown nipples…..plus the use of more deviant methods to get more facts and figures that would come in useful later…..

Boris and his girlfriend were going to pay Kira a lot of money for her assistance on this flight…….
But not as much as Boris would have received if they had got their hands on the contents of Juta Repse’s notebook…..

A notebook that contained the names of certain brokers, go between people that new of certain accounts, hidden funds, dirty funds….a vast fortune…and in that book were passwords and numbers that opened doors…..facial recognition was not required…..

Oksana looked at the prostrate flight attendant….their goal was money..…hers was more than that….her goal was the restoration of her countries glory……

During the flight Boris wanted Svitlana to gain access to the notebook……no doubt strong sedatives would have been used to make Victor and Repse more pliable…..the book was to be handed to Kira…who would copy what Boris required…he had been explicit……after copying…..the book would have been placed back to where it had been…the two flight attendants would work in tandem…..no one would be the wiser

A simple plan which may have worked….…the simplest of plans tend to be the more successful….no one expects simplicity when it came to stealing billions

Unfortunately for them….their plan coincided with that of the Marshall’s….. and the Marshall’s power and reach was out of their league
Kira had been removed from the equation
Juta Repse’s notebook was safe….for now….she needed all that information and so did the motherland….so did the Marshall for the restitution funds
Not for some cheap Mafia hood like Boris and his paid vixens……they were already dead but as of yet they were not aware of it

Eventually Oksana went into the VIP class, tentatively opening the curtain and peeking inside..….both valet and personal assistant had rolled in their seats……Victor was slumped forward….he had been wearing his seat belt….it had kept him in his seat….not so the luckless Jute Repse…..the lovely personal assistant…..

She lay crumpled on the aircraft’s carpeted floor…..almost in a fetal position….her dress very high up on her thighs….her stockinged legs and thighs were out for all to see….her ballerina shoes were still on her feet….
Oksana was strong…stronger than she had always appeared…..she reached under the comatose woman’s arms…..she lifted up the limp female…she was warm under her arms….her head flopping to one side….the imposter breathed in her perfume that had been sprayed on her neck…..the unresponsive woman’s feet dragging on the floor…. and threw her doll like body back into her seat……

There was no sign of outrage from behind the second curtain screen……
No rampaging attack by the SBU agent…..he was no doubt out cold…….drugged
The traitor and the whore oblivious……but the violent lurch would require an explanation

Oksana straightened her clothes……..and went through the second curtain
She passed Adamchuk…..strapped in…head lolling back and fore

‘What is going on’ demanded the traitor Kornilov as she entered the select cabin space…..the bitch was just looking at her….her black nylon knees slammed together….gloved hands gripping the seats plush armrests….the seat buckle pinching in her thin waist….she was looking directly at Oksana….. right through that thick black veil mesh…..a chin….a thin mouth in black lipstick
She had said nothing……it was her custom to let the puppet speak when others were around….others of less importance….others of no significance

‘I am finding out sir’ but she knew very well what was going on

‘I think the Policeman bumped his head Sir….you had better stay strapped in…I thinks its turbulence’’ she sounded like the girl she was supposed to be

‘Get out girl’ shouted Kornilov
She noted again Adamchuk slumped in his seat….head bouncing off the window pane…….good you shit…… was her last passing thought

She was getting out…..and briefly passed Juta…again…..
The black mini dress with the contrast collar was now hitched up to her waist…it was all furrowed and pressed up over her hips……a result of when she had been ungraciously dumped into her seat….
Her black tights were thick and opaque, it was hard to discern her black panties underneath….even the tights run guard around her midriff…as the name suggests, to guard against runs in the nylon....was difficult for one to distinguish

Oksana could just make out a darker outline underneath the tights….she could see a darker V underneath….maybe slightly V shaped bikinis or Brazilians, both tight and low on the hip…but still…..juicy….the woman had worm small and skimpy panties……

The counterfeit flight attendant made no attempt to hide Juta’s embarrassment…the assistants modesty was the last thing on the imposters mind…..instead she intended to add to that violation….no one was around who mattered now….all rules were off…..soon her subterfuge and false identity could be discarded….forever…..no more pretending to be the fucking cute and luscious Oksana Bakay
And more importantly she could not help herself…..her stolen panties that she was wearing were becoming very moist…..

She belted the buckle of the safety belt…click and pull…she pulled it very tight…the dress went even higher….the centre seam on the front of the pantyhose became fully visible now

Fiendishly and smiling……again her eyes unusually dark and sinister…..they always were when she was in lust…..she proceeded to unbutton the dress….from the top, near the woman’s camber of her healthy sized bust….one button first….then a second button…..then the third button……her fingers following the curve of the dress….the release of three buttons revealed a nice cleavage..…..ah, there…at last…here it was…..and a delicious sight to look upon it was too….….
A black push up bra, plain unadorned black cups…..no lace….no scalloped trim of any kind….only a black bow in the centre between the cups…...the bra that a professional business woman would choose to wear…neat and practical…comfortable on all occasions

A brassiere that created a deeper cleavage as it compressed the woman’s breasts together……the woman who wore it always thought she needed the garment…….it created perfection under the clothes….a perfect shape and curve with them on

Oksana ran a red nailed finger from the top of the woman’s chest, starting from her collarbone…..down to her cleavage….a little perspiration there…..her finger felt the centre of the bra……the touch made the imposters toes tingle again….she licked the finger and tasted salt

The assistant’s spectacles were askew….Oksana sat them straight on the woman’s face……Juta’s eyes were closed behind the glass lenses…..her eyelids dark with gray mascara…
If only we had more time surmised the agent….with you….alone….somewhere where we could not be disturbed….another special time like with the captive and subdued Svitlana……alas…..It was not to be…. my oblivious and sleeping beauty….frustrated she quickly moved away.

All this took less than a minute…she worked fast

Oksana moved back into the galley…….there was no sign of Kira
The medical crash bag was still on the floor……its zipper half open……it looked as if the fair sized blue bag with a red cross emblazoned on it had been efficiently rummaged for items……..

She fancied a coffee….but instead went to the refrigerator and took a bottle of cold water…she opened it and took a mouthful…..its coolness was refreshing on the back of her parched throat…it had been a busy day so far….and was yet far from over….not over by far

The galley intercom phone rang…..a harsh, shrill ring tone designed to be overheard ….over the noise of the aircrafts engines…..

She picked up the handset ‘Hello…..Business/VIP Galley’
There was a female voice at the other end
‘Oksana…it’s me Marta…..back in Economy…….it’s chaos back here….how are you and Kira getting on’
The agent slipped a peek through the curtain of business class
‘Business in fine’ the passengers were still seated but they looked alarmed
‘Kira is looking after them’ there was no sign of Kira in business class

‘Good Good’ Said Marta
‘We are being diverted…we will land in 15 minutes….check for illness in the passengers and any crew…a disease of some kind’ she was vague in detail…….
’We have people comatose in Economy’ Marta was loud now……obviously stressed and a little frightened by the thought of receiving a contamination of some kind

There was no need to check….she already knew the answer…and it would hurry events along to their natural conclusion
‘I have Marta….I thought they were sleeping….but that last turn would have wakened the dead…they did not move’
‘Damn it’ cried Marta……
How many she asked…..her tone showed concern when the agent gave the number
Marta rang off

Oksana put the phone back onto the bulkhead receiver……..
She went to a built in overhead closet…….she opened it……inside were a pair of heeled patent leather beige ladies shoes….uniform shoes…..from underneath them she retrieved some white cloth napkins…….

From the opposite bulkhead mounted work top she took a bottle of pills inside a small brown bottle…….they were strong sedatives…..maybe the same sedatives that Kira and Svitlana intended to use in their failed heist…..
She filled a tray with bottles of ice cold mineral water……..
She edged through the curtain to business class…she intended to pass the pill off as an air sickness remedy……the airplane was juddering through stormy air…..plus the pills would calm nerves….and by the looks of their faces…..the business passengers needed calming…Oksana would double the dosage

Fully laden….Oksana entered business class…
From the empty galley one could just discern a thumping sound…….a regular rhythm
Thump…..Thump….Thump
It seemed to be coming from inside a rectangular shaped steel food and beverage storage cabinet…set underneath the laminated work top…..all shiny chrome and built into the food preparation station

Marta was on the phone to Captain Martens
‘Five in total….. Sir…two in economy….three in VIP….business seems clear so far….they are not responsive….out cold….not normal Sir’ said the senior flight attendant
Marta was looking out of her window…..while speaking on the phone
She saw a fighter jet flying level on her right hand side…
In disbelief she said ‘What the hell’

The captain saw what she was looking at ‘Nothing to worry about…that’s our escort…Medical Emergency’
‘Where are we going’ she enquired…sounding scared like a little rabbit…..
The captain again ‘White Suzdalia….temporarily I hope’….he grimaced at saying that
‘Oh…..good grief’ was all she said

‘It will be okay….there is a full decontamination unit on the ground waiting for us when we land….we have instructions from the ground….all economy off first….minus those infected and injured……the crew…..and lastly ….and God knows why VIP class ….but they were quite explicit on that last point…..those infected stay on board …got that’

‘Yes Sir’ said Marta
Martens looked at his co pilot….
He smiled ‘Good Girl…don’t worry’
Marta noted the aircrafts angle of decent….. which was quite pronounced…….they were descending fast

He looked at Olga and Ivan……strapped in their seats….looking terrified….not with crashing…that was part of the job and scary enough….it was the thought of a virus loose on the plane that terrified them…catching some god awful decease
‘God help them….God help us’ thought Marta

RURITANIA INT AIRPORT – EMERGENCY MEDICAL INFIRMARY

The gurney was wheeled into the examination room
The room was bright, modern and antiseptic.
It was not a large infirmary or not particularly well stocked.
It was designed for basic first aid and basic life saving treatment ….until a more seriously hurt patient could be transferred to a general hospital
The room had no window…..if it did, it would be a view of a large and industrious sized parking lot
The walls were lined with cabinets that contained drugs, dressings and the like….the usual paraphernalia of the medical profession

An examination table was on one side of the wall…..covered in a sheet made of blue paper….next to it on a stand was an electronic blood pressure machine…
The two paramedics…..male and female….where with the gurney, navigating the trolley towards the table
An airport policewoman followed

Waiting for them was the duty Doctor ….Lev Farion…and his nursing assistant Zoya Khomin

Lev was a serious young man of 25…thin, very academic looking, especially with his spectacles and dishevelled and unkempt fawn coloured hair….but apart from being a fairly decent medical practitioner….he had a good sense of humour.
He wore green scrubs

The other person in green scrubs was Zoya….a female of 23….her scrubs were tight on her plump body….tight on her equally plump chest….happily married with one child…..she could be fun at times and she and Lev worked well together….there were not any complications in their relationship….it was strictly professional
They were both waiting for their patient…..and from what airport administration had told them…a very unusual patient at that


The Doctor looked at the leading paramedic ‘Place her on the examination table please’

The paramedics angled the gurney close to the table…..
The patient was under a silver heat blanket ….to retain body heat

They both lifted her up and across and onto the table….the blanket shifted…revealing a lot of pink skin….the blanket was readjusted over the supine and silent figure
‘They told us she was found in the lower basement area’ said Lev

The female paramedic replied ‘Yes Doctor…looks like a mugging….no sign of obvious injury……pulse normal…a little slow…blood pressure normal…no general bruising either, like a beating…..just red around the neck
Lev and Zoya got in a little closer…Lev looked directly over the patient…..staring from above

The Doctor was surprised to be greeted by the face of a pretty girl…black hair…..her dark blue mascara….. her eyes were closed……slim eyebrows….her forehead prominent as her black hair had been combed and sprayed back….her hair held at the rear in a tight bun…..he could discern rouge ….her scarlet red lipstick on thin lips was slightly smudged….a little of it was on her upper lip, near her small nose…..her mouth was closed…her chest under the blanket rose up and down as she breathed

Zoya gave him a small pillow…which he placed under her dainty head
Only Zoya, being a girl noticed ‘Even her earrings are missing…see…there are the holes from being pierced’ pointing to the lobes

Lev just said ‘So they are’
He indicated to Zoya….’if you please Zoya’ and wished her to check under the blanket

Just for modesty and decorum …….initial reports indicated that the patient was nearly naked and he did not want anyone getting the wrong idea

Zoya lifted the blanket……then higher……..then a little more…….the medic and cop had seen the girl already…..Zoya saved them all the trouble of being embarrassed and totally removed the blanket….

The male medic spoke this time ‘Like my partner said Doc….a robbery……all her clothes are gone….even her jewellery …no bag or purse’

The female cop chipped in….in her arms she had all the black clothing that had been left behind in the pump room
‘Unless she stripped off first….but somehow I don’t think these are hers’
‘Why not’ said the Doctor
Just a hunch……her face and makeup….her hair style…..they do not match these clothes….they are female alright…but not that one….these are more butch’ she said ‘and there was no ID or nothing…in the bag….or inside the clothes’ he held up a pair of black boots….hiking style

‘Any weapons’ said the Doctor
‘None found’ said the cop

Both Lev and Zoya examined the girl on the gurney…
Lev was impressed but not really aroused…he had seen too many naked bodies….the girl had a fine figure…..a slim neck….her rounded breasts were to either side of her chest…..full but still pert with youth……her brown nipples small……a flat stomach and thin waist…her navel was pierced with a silver stud….her hips were wide, healthy….on her hips were the last remnant of any clothing…..the lattice patterned bikini panties, low on her hips and stomach…..nude in colour…..her tuft of womanhood, black underneath and visible through the lattice mesh…..good thighs….good knees …..nice long legs……shapely ankles and unblemished feet….with painted red toes

‘Yes’ said Lev ‘Not exactly the butch…outdoors type is she’

Zoya had lifted each of the girls limbs….examined them and then conducted a quick test…her joints were fine ‘Well spotted Professor’ she quipped at Lev, winking the same time.
‘Well there’s no visible sign of injury…like you said’ murmured the Doctor….
He was rather perplexed…..his normal patients were normally overweight old or middle aged tourists…..or staff with a nasty cut…and they normally had most of their clothes on……he went to pull the blanket back over the unconscious girl….time to give her back a little dignity he thought…poor thing

‘There’s no wind tunnel in level 4 is there’ Lev said suddenly
The cop looked confused…so did one of the Paramedics …but the other two laughed a little…it broke the tension
Lev explained ‘Like in testing engines and blew her clothes off’

‘We will do an X ray…see if it’s internal’ he said ‘but for that we need…. She needs a transfer to a proper hospital
But Zoya was still looking at the girls figure…as the blanket began to hide her nakedness ‘Wait a minute Lev’
Lev stopped ‘What do you see’…..he trusted Zoya, she was pretty good…..and a woman perceives another woman’s naked body differently than a man would….for obvious reasons
She indicated to the girl’s ribcage and upper arms ’They look a little red’

They both went a little closer ……the girl had a tan….from being natural or by a machine was unknown and unimportant…..but the tan did hide the redness around the indicated points

Lev spoke ‘Yes…I see it now….as if she has been squeezed…very tightly’
Zoya confirmed……’Yeah…..you can just make out the grip marks on one of the arms’
Lev looked at the cop ‘Well…at least you have a case for assault….. by the looks of it’

The cop said ‘For what reason though’
‘That Mr Holmes….is for you to find out’ quipped Lev…smiling

Zoya who was now closer to the comatose girl’s petite head.....bent closer to the girls mouth.....and sniffed
‘Smell something’ she enquired…sniffing around the area
Lev followed…Yes…acidic…..very chemical and noxious
Lev and Zoya looked at each other…she said
‘Are you thinking what I am thinking’
Lev, in a low voice ‘No’

The cop, seeing the intercourse between the two, offered something…..’This was over her head’……
The medics nodded, she said ‘We took it off….it stinks a bit’

The Doctor said ‘Why didn’t you say so in the beginning’
Zoya pulled the blanket up to the girl’s bare shoulders

Lev took the hood and smelled it…he recoiled…he knew what this was
‘God God people…can’t you smell it’ he shouted annoyed
The Cop…..’I have a summer cold and can’t smell shit’

The medic who had taken off the hood shrugged her shoulders ‘I have allergies’ she complained….the other one also shrugged his shoulders…what a pair of twits thought Lev

The female cop finally said ‘What is it’

‘Jesus wept….Chloroform……she’s been chloroformed’ he lifted the black hood ‘with this bloody thing’

‘She’s not injured as such…not physically anyway….nothing broken…..she’ll be sore as hell later though’ said Lev
The medics just looked…the Cop looked anxious

‘Zoya’ said the Doctor ‘Get her in a paper suit…..you two help her’ indicating to the two paramedics
Lev went to a draw.
From the draw he took a small brown bottle of smelling salts ‘because I am going to wake her up…..and I think she would appreciate wearing something when she does’…

He looked up at the female cop….who looked rather bedazzled by it all…..normally she dealt with lost kids…or drunks…this was something else
‘Call your boss….and I mean the big boss… this woman was assaulted….rendered unconscious with chloroform…..then had nearly all her clothes stolen……plus her ID and possessions..….by whom I assume to be another woman….who needed those said clothes’
He indicated to the bundled black clothing in the lady cops arms …..…’and I would guess not for a legitimate purpose either’……
Lev smiled ‘call me Sherlock’………….Lev loved old movies and detective novels

PESHKOV MILITARY AIRBASE – WHITE SUZDALIA

A ground handler was wearing a yellow High Visibility vest…two luminous red direction wands in both hands were waved furiously…..he was directing RUAIR 244 into a tarmac layered dispersal area……

The jet engines were deafening…….even on idle…….the windows of the aircraft were full of staring and bewildered faces
The airbase was big…at least as big as a commercial airport…..as their ATC had stated…it had used to be base for large bombers…...but none of those behemoths were visible today….
In fact there were no other aircraft in sight….apart from soldiers and a large display of military vehicles…..off to one side a group of white, Emergency response vehicles were parked…separated from the military..…nearly all sported the insignia of the Red Cross..…flashing emergency strobe lights added to the intensity of the scene…medical staff in white where rushing to and fro…..preparing for the flight…..

The weather had turned grim….gray black low clouds scudded across the sky…..a strong wind blew a heavy drizzle across the equally gray military airbase…..it was a rather drab and miserable day….
Peshkov airbase did not look like an inviting location to be stranded in……

Captain Martens gazed out of the rain speckled cockpit window….….in fact, the place looked rather run down…..there was wild grass sprouting out of the concrete stone slabs within the dispersal area….and the buildings could do with a lick of paint

Krilov confirmed what Martens was thinking ‘This place looks non operational …..those fighters never came from here’
‘I noticed’ said Martens ‘this facility as not been used since the end of the Cold War’
Krilov had studied a map on the display ‘It miles from any built up area…….nothing…..but close to the old border with Livonia…..deep forest and lakes’
‘No prying eyes’ said the Captain ‘and no press rushing to the scene’

Together they had stopped the plane…..both pilots were flicking switches and looking at gauges…..brakes were locked…..flaps and elevators… locked into place…..the engines were kept on idle

Martens took a quick look out of the cabin side window ….. a small towing vehicle or tug was pushing an old fashioned stairwell to their aircrafts door…the same was happening on Krilov’s starboard side

Krilov was checking communications ‘ The feeds are down’ he stated
Martens also checked….he turned dials….pushed switches on the communication console
‘Seems like, Captain we have lost all major signals…HF, DF, UHF, VHF ,Digital…all external….the lot…. we have local coms only…very low band only’ he looked up ‘or that tower only’ ……he was pointing to a badly painted lime green Control Tower
‘Confirmed….how is your cell phone reception’ asked the Captain
Krilov reached and checked the device ‘Confirmed…no signal…..just a brick now’
The Captain sighed…and placed his cell phone back into the niche built into the side of his chair…..
‘We are in a bubble my friend’
Krilov looked at him….for an explanation
Martens obliged ‘Military hardware……..we are in an ECM bubble…Electronic Counter Measures….. they don’t want anyone talking to us….or us talking to them’
‘Why’ asked Krilov
‘That I don’t know…..but we have sick people on board….let’s look after them first’
‘Yes Sir’ said Krilov, a little absentmindedly as he looked out through the misted and wet windows…..
‘I tell you something Paul’ Martens was himself looking outside ‘This place may look like a shithole….but somewhere they are packing some state of the art equipment…we just can’t see it’

The captain reached up for the intercom mike
‘Cabin crew…open the external doors only on the rear of the fuselage and evacuate the aircraft as ordered by the medical personnel….just follow their instructions’
After that ‘Well …here goes’

Over their headphones came a message
‘244 this is Peshkov ATC over’
‘Peshkov…we hear you’
‘244 …after the aircraft is evacuated …all flight crew are to remain on the aircraft ……you will receive a hot fuelling….keep her running over’

‘Say again Peshkov’ said the captain
They did so…….Martens said ‘Roger….we understand’
Krilov looked at him
‘Looks like the bastards don’t want to talk to us….keeping us out of the way’
‘Looks like it…but a hot fuelling….that means they want us gone….which suites me fine’ said Martens…..who briefed a sigh of relief

Olga and Ivan….supervised by Marta cranked the heavy anti accident door handle….there was a loud snap as the lock disengaged….Olga slammed the handle down…Ivan pushed the door that swung out on its hydraulic hinges…..

Marta now went back into the plane….it was her job, her responsibility to take charge…with Olga she proceeded to guide the economy class passengers…who were now very close to panic
The frightened people clattered down the metal staircases…..just grasping hand luggage and not all of that….at the bottom of the stairs they were met by soldiers and medics….both male and female

Strange that in the chaos of the evacuation no one on board the aircraft noticed that accompanying the ring of soldiers on the outer perimeter….there were dogs…Army dogs, German Sheppard’s….why would they need them in an humanitarian crisis……..

The parallel lines of troops then ushered passengers onto old fashioned gray and non descript army GAZ buses that had suddenly arrived from nowhere ….the heavy drizzle helped…….
People hurried to get out of the rain…..

Has soon as one was full….it drove away in a blue cloud of exhaust fumes…..
The buses pulled away at high speed……driving towards a group of HAS aircraft shelters….Hardened Aircraft Shelters….heavy reinforced concrete…designed to protect the bombers they once sheltered from the elements…….sinister in the foul, bleak weather

Martens ‘Peshkov…….where are those buses going with my passengers over’
‘244 ….they are being sent to our decontamination and screening compound over’
Both Martens and Krilov looked and shrugged their shoulders…they were at the mercy of others

This went on for quite a while until eventually the internal intercom buzzed…he picked up the handset ‘Captain speaking’…..
Captain of what he thought
‘Sir this is Marta ….reporting economy is clear …minus two…business class is cleared by Kira and Oksana….VIP is still occupied as per instructions.. …there have been no complaints’

‘Very good and well done’ he placed the intercom mike back in its place……and waited for more instructions…that’s all he could do

RURITANIA – SBU HEADQUARTERS
TOP FLOOR

The General sat in his large chair….a rich walnut leather affair…deep and high backed
An equally large oak desk was set in front of him……a small laptop was imbedded in the front, elevated so that it could be used and easily perused from the chair….he had easy access to all he needed, to run his personal security service by his fingertips…..on the desk was an encrypted cell phone…..to his annoyance and growing frustration the cell phone remained silent

On either side of him were two Major Generals….…his aides in the intelligence service…..all of them wore smart and dark business suits …not uniforms
Their respective aides were not present at the impromptu meeting……it was too important…..the issue at stake was on a need to know basis…..in fact it was a crisis…a secret crisis
They were not young men…..they had been in their trade a long time

The room was dark…with little or no other furniture….there was if required a video tele conference capability…..with soft lighting around the edges….this was because it made it easier for them see the six large HD monitors set in one of the long walls..….

The sixth monitor…or number six…. had just gone dark….disconnected to a live feed

The General shifted his gaze….preparing to address the remaining five screens and the people on display within them

Behind these five monitors were the faces of the most powerful individuals in the West – four were men, one was a woman…one of these images was trending from Livonia direct…..none were generally well known to the general public…..these were the individuals who pulled all the strings but stayed in the shadows….these people were the power behind the thrones

He took a deep breath…this was not going to be easy…..the fact that it could be terminal for his health did not escape him either

The general cleared his throat
‘Well……you just heard a report from my people at our capitols international airport’ he paused ‘it appears the flight was compromised’

The image of an older man on Screen two was first
‘Okay …..we knew the travel arrangements…..using a non descript commercial aircraft had always worked in the past…it seemed we have used it too many times…this time it failed…..someone as talked …for whatever reason there as been a leak……. I trust you are looking into that’

The general tried to remain calm and authoritative, but he did not feel it
‘Of course…we are starting with the people who assign personnel to our national carrier….progress will be made….our arrests have been discreet……then we shall see some kind of concertina affect……we break someone….the break continues….we follow the breaks……the weak link at the airport is being interrogated as we speak…..if she knows anything else….other than being the victim…..then we will find out….no one is above suspicion’

The older man on screen two ‘Quite….I hope you dig deep’
‘My people are not very nice’ said the general

The woman on Screen five was next
She had a stern looking composure, her thin lips were in a grimace….middle aged yet still attractive in a hard way….a thin face with a small nose….yellow straw toned hair sternly slicked back and tied tightly at the back of her head…..pink red lipstick…black eye shadow
Small ears with pearl earrings…..
Her neck was adorned with a pearl necklace…….
There was evidence that she was wearing a gray suit jacket and a white blouse……
Her voice was harsh, guttural German accented English ‘How was this girl…this flight attendant….. allowed to be ambushed inside the airport….her uniform taken….why was she not escorted upon arrival……where you all blind……’
The General tried to deflect ‘We thought that by not drawing attention…..
He was cut off….he was not used to that…..especially by a woman……
She was angry now…..
‘How did the imposter get through security….three layers plus a biometric scan….explain that Herr General……’
‘We are investigating……the imposter was obviously a complete match for the girl she impersonated…..obviously somewhere we failed….’ He thought it better to admit guilt….we was just as flummoxed as they where
The woman on the screen glared back ‘We need answers’

A younger man on Screen one interrupted
‘Eventually the hijacking…..for that is what it is….will be top end news…globally …but this part of the story cannot get out….it will lead to too many awkward questions on why…..like our friends further East we can stick to the medical story……’

The general nodded….he knew that the Livonian military with their superior western listening hardware had picked up the ground Air aircraft communications ………they knew the supposed reason on why they had been intercepted

The woman continued ‘But this other piece….the drama at the airport….this must be buried’

The general nodded ‘It can and will be done…fortunately there are few involved….once we get answers…..there will be promotions and transfers….payoffs etc…… and if all that fails….there will be threats and finally if all that fails…..we will fall back on the good old ways……an accident….they disappear….the usual procedure’

‘Good and confirmed’ she said, nodding

The General wanted to offer something on secrecy, to calm these people ‘The Flight Attendant is the only one who knows how their operative got on the plane…after initial questioning she will be transferred to a sanatorium….in quarantine until we are satisfied and have no longer need of her’
The man on screen four said ‘The old ways….’
‘Maybe’ said the General ‘If need be…and if required it will happen…..we will leave no evidence…it depends on what the rest of the crew know…..one missing person is nothing…..five or six is an investigation…..’
The man on four nodded

Another face, the man on screen three
‘Any news from the aircraft itself…your man does not answer, neither he nor her……the one….all cell communication traffic is blocked…….as your man been in contact…at all’

The general looked at the image

‘My man has an encrypted cell phone, hardened….he does not reply…..he must be incapacitated or terminated….he is one of my best….if not my very best…he would die to protect her…

‘He had better’ said the woman ‘or he had better not come back….if he as lost her he may as well kill himself….’
The general retorted ‘My man is good …but even he cannot put on a cape and punch two fighter jets from the sky’
‘Point taken’ said a more reasonable male voice

The Livonian image stated ‘we have calculated where they are…a non operational bomber base…very isolated…..we are trying to burst their ECM bubble’
The woman again
‘So let us not panic…..we have to wait and see…..let them play their hand…what they offer…..the main thing is we need her back…..and to a lesser extent him……but she has her manicured fingers in all of it…all our plans….if she goes down so do we’
The man on four ‘And maybe Europe…..’

‘I agree’ said the general ‘ we wait and reconvene ‘when we have more information…I suggest we stay on call…24 hrs….until there is some kind of closure’
There was no response except a nod or too
‘Until then’ said the general

One by one the monitors went dark

The general looked at his two subordinates ‘You two…clean up that airport mess……find out who talked..….how did she know how to get on that plane’
One of the major generals spoke ‘We already have a lead…..a girlfriend of our friend Boris Derkach….he is well known to us…he as his fingers dipped in most things….he is useful to us sometimes’

The General ‘and the girlfriend…what is the connection’
‘She was supposed to be on the flight…not the girl we have…..no one can find her for the last five days……if Boris had put his piece of skirt on the flight there must be a reason….. ’
The General smiled ‘Good…find that reason…..bust this Boris…make him talk….we will find something’
‘It will be done’

The two major generals left…..he picked up the cell and sent more information….he tapped furiously at the key pad
Adamchuk……if you are alive….then this will aid you….and me both…maybe save us both
The General hoped he had given him the chance to snuff the false bitch out…..she must be a Suzdalian cunt…..only they could be doing this….not the Americans or the fucking Chinese….
He finished sending his information update….to his best man…..then tapped the oak wood of the desk with his knuckle……waiting for something to happen……something more positive
He sat there alone…..he was alone

PESHKOV MILITARY AIRBASE

Soldiers still surrounded the aircraft
The metal framed stairways were guarded….
Two armoured BMPs, or armoured personnel carriers, blocked the aircraft from its rear and front…..it was going nowhere and that was obvious

Captain Martens and Paul Krilov were at their post…in the cockpit……
The Captain was staring at the small turret of the gray armoured fighting vehicle…..with its 20mm cannon…..no doubt loaded with armoured piercing ammunition….
Why use that……intimidation he supposed…and it worked

Marta, Olga and Ivan were at the rear….in economy……standing near the open door
They were staying away from the unconscious and probably infected passengers…..

Oksana was with the VIP class…….. the two VIPs were left alone in their inner sanctum with their comatose entourage
Kira Kushnir was looking after business class………it was presumed

They were not ignored by the Suzdalian authorities for long….
Vehicles began to arrive…...two olive green military jeeps, a black sedan with a Swiss national flag fluttering on its front wing…… and a shiny black ZIL limousine pulled up to the front of the aircraft…another identical metal stairway, complete with a faded red star…… was being pushed into place by a group of tough looking soldiers in modern combat equipment

This is it thought Oksana…..the transfer
The intercom phone buzzed……she removed the phone from the wall in the business class galley…
‘Hello’
‘Oksana…..its Marta…..they are coming to you…..I am coming’
Oksana was quick off the mark…her voice authoritive…strong…..no panic being relayed to the caller
‘No Marta…you stay where you are…..me and Kira have this’
There was still that thumping rhythm coming from the metal storage compartment set underneath the food preparation work top……designed for luggage and supplies
She looked at the source of the thumping…….but had no time to fix it

Oksana held the phone, the caller had paused ‘Are you sure’
‘Yes…sure…I will call you if you or the Captain are needed’ said replied
‘Okay…make sure you do…and good luck to both of you’ said Marta
‘Thanks’…..and placed the phone back into its wall cradle

The flight attendant in her tight uniform rapidly moved to the heavy forward port entry door……
She proceeded to crack open the large door……levers and bolts made a snapping noise….sunlight streamed into the cabin…just as the stairwell was being locked into place by the Suzdalian soldiers

The stairway was secured and in place……

Two White Suzdalian officers in business suits ran up the stairwell
She knew them from their files……this would be Colonel Popov and his aide Major Malinsky, both of White Suzdalian military intelligence, complete with their regional accents ….not Suzdalian personnel

Soldiers stood by the two jeeps…black clad commandos in face masks armed with sub machine guns

A driver remained behind the wheel within the ZIL limousine……
A woman had exited the black sedan with Swiss diplomatic plates…..from the plane she appeared to be wearing a ladies pants suit ….tight black trousers and a short jacket…a white blouse underneath…..brown hair in a ponytail……she stood next to the ZILs passenger door facing the aircraft
Another group were following the two officers…..a male in a suit and two more females

The Colonel and Major ignored the bogus flight attendant…as briefed…..…they quickly moved through the galley, totally missing the thumping sound…..they moved into business class…which had been evacuated via the rear of the aircraft….

But as they moved into VIP class they were stumped for words….

They expected the ex legionnaire to be out for the count….also the known female Livonian personal assistant that worked for the great traitor……

But they had not expected her state of partial undress…..her black mini dress was open at the front…..her chest and bra exposed…..with no exaggeration the unconscious woman’s dress was nearly hiked up to her chin….they both literally stopped in their tracks……the Major looked at his Colonel ….who shrugged his shoulders

By now the other party had arrived behind them……the man and the two women who had exited the Swiss flagged sedan…..

The man was in his late thirties, rather tall, dark and handsome…..he looked trim and fit…yet he looked a little nervous…he stroked his short dark hair, styled and professionally cut..…his expensive savile row suit…dark gray with a slight pin stripe…. with a matching white handkerchief folded in the top pocket, crisp white collar, tie complete with gold clip….highly polished brogues ….he adjusted his cufflinks as he waited in business class behind the officers…

He turned to the right ‘Good Grief’ he exclaimed as he finally noticed Juta Repse….with her exposed brassier …..her legs and thighs in the dark black and indecently revealing nylon undergarments
No one attempted to make the unconscious woman look decent….

But the superbly attired and rather polished man was not alone…….

His two female assistants did not seem at all ill at ease…….
The sight that greeted them inside the cabin…..upon seeing a fellow female unconscious, her clothes in disorder….…. they said nothing…..they just looked at each other…..their faces and composure rather neutral….there were no exclamations of shock or concern

When they had both entered the plane the flight attendant had stood on the other side of the cabin and galley ….obscuring their view deeper inside the entry point….she indicated the direction they should take and ushered them through…..the idling engine noise, coupled with the sound of tramping feet would rather obscure the thumping noise….which to Oksana’s relief had ceased for the time being…..

The elegant looking gentlemen was a diplomat…a Swiss diplomat

The diplomat’s assistants were rather good looking……which was rather unusual and suspect in itself……for any diplomatic corps, who normally employed dour and serious ‘Plain Jane’s as aides or functionaries…….especially in the West….but these ladies were Swiss….representing neutral, peaceful and rich Switzerland.

One of the two ladies, appeared more prominent
She was rather more dominant in bearing and attitude……she held herself well, young and confident
She was a brunette….her hair was rather wispy and fine…styled in a ponytail, hanging over her shoulder and down her back…..pretty…. very pretty with brown eyes, thin pencil eyelashes,a petite nose, wide lips with a light lipstick, maybe in a shade of pink rose

She had a thin face, her cheeks not fleshy, a fine and chiselled chin…..a long neck….she had a good figure with a trim waist and fine hips…...

She wore a black leather jacket that ended on her waist…..
She wore a dress….mixed shades of a nice blue…a red…it was also a white and purple floral affair…..all swirling with interlocked small flowers…
It was short sleeved and V cut around her chest….there were gold chains around her neck with a locket
The dress was tight on and around her bust, a little too tight…..the thin fabric was forced and tight….too much cleavage for a diplomat….the open jacket helped to cover up the obvious faux pa

She looked very trendy and western…..and the dress was not much longer than the leather jacket….it was a mini dress…..the chic dress swished high, midway up her solid and strong thighs……long gorgeous and shapely legs sheathed in silky 30 denier black tights…..a richer darkness that would compliment any blemished or unblemished feminine leg
Her footwear complimented her outfit….stylish open toe black mules….painted toenails on display under the seamless hose….a ladies shoe with a high and chunky heel….slung over her shoulder was a trendy black leathered ladies bag come purse, complete with gold coloured fastenings.
She swept her fine hair from her eyes in one graceful move…..her fingernails were varnished red

The second Swiss lady was equally smart and all woman
She was around the same height as the brunette ……she was a young lady sporting a trendy and short bob type hairstyle…
Her neck and small ears on were on show …adorned with gold ear rings in her dainty lobes….

She was a dirty, blonde with a slight highlight tint…..another thin face……her lips were different though, heart shaped and full….red, but not scarlet like the young flight attendant she had passed on the way in
She was equally smartly dressed, but more for an office environment ….more like an executive

She wore a smart, skinny style gray suit jacket that was tapered on her waist…..a coral pink cotton blouse open low over the neck, she was full busted…..very full busted…..again the blouse looked a little too tight on her chest…the small buttons looked too stressed…..

A nice gold chain complimented the outfit, with flared collars that extended over the jacket…..she wore tight gray trousers that showed every curve of her butt cheeks….the girls panty lines were very visible underneath the trousers….the garment flared at the bottom of her shapely legs…
Her footwear…gray leather pointy toed kitten heels…..her feet looked bare within the shoes…pale skin only…
Oksana was a trained imposter…a master play actor…….something was not right there
There was no sign of any dark gray or black hose on her feet which in this case would have complimented the tight pants very well…….a choice that most women would decide to wear with this style of outfit
The blonde woman’s clothes were tight….and in Oksana’s opinion….too tight

The blonde woman held in her right hand a soft leather black briefcase…..it looked like an official dispatch briefcase…..the briefcase was endorsed with an official seal

Both of these hot looking western women were….walking‘ Shop Mannequins’ or models….living commercial propaganda for Zara, H & M or any other popular Western boutique…...
Look at us…..aren’t we rich…aren’t we comfortable…..are we not successful…..we are modern women…come…..be us…join us

However, these ladies were not wives or girlfriends on a shopping trip….they were not ladies of leisure
In reality these women were Swiss diplomatic staff …they waited professionally behind their chief…..the deputy Swiss trade and economic attaché…
Both these outwardly soft, pampered and powdered females were as yet unaware of the unwelcome, solicitous and envious stare being bored into them by the young flight attendant just behind them….
Oksana was looking them up and down….assessing their bodies…mentally ascertaining what on who would fit her….
The Bogus Oksana ached after the clothes they wore….and she meant all their clothes.

The colonel and Major entered first class…..
The Ruriatanian agent was still out cold….they only gave him a cursory glance….right now he was no threat

Both of the Kornilov’s looked up at their new arrivals…….they had been in a low discussion when the men in black suits had walked in

Alexander Kornilov barked ‘What the hell is going on….there is such a thing as International Law…and you have broken it’

The colonel first ‘Sir…we had intelligence reports…which we believe to be 100% viable…...that a Jihadist network…based in Ruritania and active at your airport of departure had obtained a weapon, and they ignored our warnings…a chemical or biological agent was released on this aircraft …we had to evacuate……’ he was cut off

The Countess …said nothing……both elbows and arms resting…..
Yet her black velvet gloved hands were gripping the ends of the arm rests on her heavily cushioned seat….her fingers flexing
Her off black stockinged knees pressed tightly together….the skirt of her dress tight over her thighs….her black layered knees white under her stockings…..
Her T strapped heeled feet equally slammed together at their heels ……like a tiger about to pounce on its pray

‘Poppycock’ said Kornilov ‘There is no attack……you have used this as an excuse’
The colonel ‘Sir…we have a private facility for you…’
‘I bet you have’ Kornilov said….Being heavily sarcastic

‘No Sir….to get you and your wife tested…hopefully cleared….. and on your way…Internationally this is the last thing we need’

‘Then why did you not inform Livonia….and they could have handled this’ said Kornilov
The Major this time ‘Sir, I do not want to interrupt….but it is my field of expertise….but the Chemical Agent the Jihadists stole…well…’he looked at the Colonel…as if embarrassed
‘Tell him’ said the Colonel
The Major sighed and ‘Sir…it was ours…..a prototype of an incapacitating nerve agent…..we have the only antidote….and we are not sure if it is effective’

Kornilov was thinking…could they be telling the truth…….he faltered in his protests

The colonel persisted ‘Sir…we have no wish to have this spread….we are aware of your importance…...we have a limousine that will take you to our facility…the airbase medical centre…discreet for both of you…...it may not look like much but one of our best virologists and his staff are there…..we are a poor country but are trying to help….we have even arranged neutral transport and mediation……’

Kornilov began to say ‘Well…in that case……’ He was cut off…..and suddenly by a cold and cutting voice….a voice with a heavy accent…..obviously female……sinister…yet alluring …very husky…...the Major, being a classic movie fan…. thought she sounded like Marlene Dietrich ……..

‘We will not get off this aircraft Colonel……you can inform that man who sent you’ she said

The Colonel faltered, he was being addressed directly by the Countess…he knew her reputation and her normal reluctance to talk to underlings
‘Your Highness….I can assure you…I am in charge’…..he was cut in mid speech
‘I doubt it…and do not address me as Highness….your ilk do not reserve the right ‘said Mrs Kornilov
‘Now get out little man…..go tell them this…short of blowing this aircraft up they can do nothing’

‘Mrs Kornilov I can assure you…. the threat is real…you must’ he was cut off

‘When the passengers you have usurped for nefarious purposes have returned to their seats…..this farce can end….and when I get home…..maybe…and just maybe…. I will not have you all expired’ her thin black coated lips seemed to smile….perhaps, it was hard to tell….under the gauze like black mesh of the veil

The colonel blanched….pure evil he thought ‘But it’s true……….’….he was sinking fast and he knew it….the Major was no help….he looked just as intimidated….he had an idea of who she was

Just as events appeared to be a stalemate…..and a retreat…a failure for the whole enterprise….someone came to the rescue

As this dialogue was being conducted three military ambulances pulled up to the port stairwell at the rear of the aircraft…out jumped six white hazmat suited medics…….double filter respirators under yellow hoods with a clear plastic face visor….they took themselves up and into the plane, carrying testing equipment……
The Countess briefly saw the suits and the vehicles……

‘It is true Countess’
The Swiss diplomat….the deputy attached for trade and economic affairs stepped up behind the two luckless officers
His attractive assistants remained in the background….doing what they did best….which was looking gorgeous and distracting….that’s why he employed them…especially in the East.

‘Gentlemen….if you please’….the two defeated officers parted and stood back….the diplomat took their place in front of the Countess

He clicked his heels and bowed his head ‘At your service you’re Highness’
The Countess just looked…her gaze hidden….her body had not moved…only her head turned to assess the diplomat…..it seemed for an age
‘Is all this nonsense true Karl’

Karl Keller…of the Swiss legation based in White Suzdalia…or more correctly Karl Friedrich Keller Von Erlach of Berne, Switzerland….although he was not yet the Baron…his father still lived…they were minor aristocrats …an old name in Europe…..but an impoverished name……like most of the modern nobility of Europe

‘I am afraid so Countess…what the Colonel states is true’

‘How is your father Karl……well I trust’ enquired the countess…a finger in the velvet glove extended
‘Very well Countess….I wish we could have met in more appropriate surroundings……it has been an age’
‘Yes….ten years in fact, you were just a boy then’
The diplomat said nothing

There was a certain code within the nobility …it ran deep……that is why they always survived….they had always survived, war, pestilence and plague ….the world would shake itself to death while the plebs died in their millions….but they would go on….their code…. their sense honour..…their word of honour

Behind the gauze she seemed to be staring at him….unseen eyes piercing his soul
‘Your word of honour Karl’
‘My word of honour Countess’

‘What are the arrangements’ she demanded
Karl spoke ‘A test countess…nothing intrusive…..once you are both clear the Swiss government have provided a private Lear Jet that will take you directly to Livonia….no transponder……the White Suzdalian Government would rather you were both not involved in this incident…..public affairs, the passengers are fair game…even your small staff….that is why they called me…very discreetly……I only brought two trusted aides’ he indicated to the two doe eyed beauties

‘Is it contagious’ she asked
‘So far as we know it only affects people at random….how the viral agent chooses it victims is still uncertain….gender and age….not confirmed…..they are unsure and are working on a solution…it as affected five on this flight…..the passengers are being held mainly to see if there is a delayed incubation period…their chief virologist at the Airbase Medical centre as the full story…’
He concluded ‘He also as the vaccine…which is in limited supply’

Again there was a pause….no one said anything…the puppet Krilov just sat there…not saying a word and looking at his wife….

Everyone jumped…
The Colonel and Major took steps backwards……
The two Swiss females looked like startled fawns …..The two doe eyed political assistants nearly stepped on the bogus flight attendant and her stiletto court shoes

The Countess….had shot up from her seat
‘Well Karl…then we must leave…have your people take care of my coat…..I hope I do not get a chill’ she ordered
‘I hope for the sake of you all’

THE DEPARTURE: THE AIRCRAFT

The countess was standing…and expecting attention……the pillbox hat, the black sequin dress, the shapely hour glass figure, her pert womanly backside and her full bosom….the gloved and sinisterly adorned hands….her long stocking clad legs on high heels…..the heavy gauze mesh shrouding her pale and renowned face….her black lipstick
She was a rather intimidating spectacle

She had expended enough words on trivia ….more than enough……more than she could remember….Karl knew what was expected…also her dear husband
All she said was ‘Alexander’
Like an automaton he jumped up from his seat…and once more all authoritative and the master of any situation
‘Mr Keller…if you please…have one of your delightful staff retrieve my wife’s possessions’
Karl called over his shoulder ‘Miss Schmidt …if you please’

The woman in the short floral dress and black tights looked at the pretty dark haired flight attendant and stated in accented English
‘Where are they stored?’
‘In a special hidden locker…like a wall cabinet…I will show you’ said the imposter, thinking how nice Miss Schmidt would look squeezed into the hidden cabinet….all gagged and trussed up…..and herself wearing that delightful outfit and not Miss Schmidt…..….

The bogus flight attendant led the tall and good looking political officer into first class…she popped the hidden door and retrieved the Countess’s long coat and purse…she had no luggage in the main cargo hold which was situated underneath the pressurized passenger areas

She passed the heavy outer clothing to the Swiss woman…..noting her breasts…that the dress was tight on her tits….too tight, and she would know…the dress was an ill fit on Miss Schmidt in that department…..her mind was always working…watching

Otherwise her outfit was a good fit….like the rest of her gear…it would match our false Oksana…..the Blondie was a little too small all round……
She would struggle fitting into the clothes of that one…..but yet again…her blouse….the bright coral pink affair….too tight on her chest…..the cotton was stressed…..otherwise her clothes looked regular and chic to the casual observer….but she was no casual observer…..she made a deduction from these small slips in their attire…yes she was right……she just smiled….like flight attendants were supposed to and carried on her duties
Oksana went to retrieve Kornilov’s possessions but he interrupted her
‘Leave them….I feel hot and flustered as it is…the fresh air will do me good’

Ready…. they all began to dance…dance to the tune of the Countess….who would lead and leave first…..
Eventually the Colonel and the major decided to go…..they both shot out of the door and down the stairs…they covered the stairwell in record time, glad to be away from the stifling environment….the troops were still there…on guard and alert

On the way out the Colonel pretended to note the young flight attendant
‘You…..come with us……you can act as liaison with the other passengers….we will take you to the base hospital first…..there you will be tested…if you are lucky you can join your charges in the quarantine compound later’

‘Yes Colonel…but I need to inform the aircraft captain first…that I have left the airplane…it is procedure’
‘No time…come’ said the Colonel and the imposter followed them down the stairwell
The Colonel and Major left her behind in the race to get away
The Airfield, like them all, was built on flat and open land, well known for receiving lifting winds
The wind was now blowing up….and cold on her thin hosiery sheathed legs……the skirt was useless and the blouse was like wearing nothing….she felt her nipples go hard under the cups of another woman’s bra
Before she had left the galley…she had quickly opened the crew closet
For some bizarre reason…maybe due to the weather being mild in that region of Ruritania that they had departed…and not expecting to leave the aircraft…….the real Oksana had not brought her beige uniform long coat
The imposter opened the narrow cut closet…she saw what she had hoped for….it was the absent Kira’s uniform long coat……she rapidly retrieved the garment

She click clacked down the steel steps careful not to fall on her ass……desperately pulling on the long coat
The Major called back to her ‘Go in the Swiss sedan’

She headed for it….thinking that was convenient….she noted the soldiers looking at her legs and body …..hips and thighs…high heels....her rounded pert breasts under the coat…..they lusted after her…wanted to rip off her uniform….give her a good going over….and why not….if she had been looking at herself in that mini skirt…her cute face…..so would she….she looked like the real Oksana…..and the thought to doing so had crossed the agents mind once or twice

There was a loud whoop whistle…..from the Colonel….there was a sharp bellow
‘Eyes front’……they did so…..very snappily….but still rather reluctantly….but the Army was the Army

The two female Swiss Political officers, Bettina Schmidt….. the brunette woman in the short dress and black stockings and Paula Messner, the blonde in the suit and coral pink blouse…came next…..they headed for the Swiss diplomatic car

Karl led in front…followed by the Kornilov’s….as he left business class….he saw the Haz-Chem Team conducting what he thought was their trade and profession…..
One suited and masked technician was taking swabs from the mouth of an unconscious man……this activity must have been acknowledged by the Kornilov’s as they navigated the exit from the aircraft

The countess crisply walked down the steps….she was brisk in her walk….her steps short…all back and shoulders erect…..Karl was already at the ZIL……the third young woman, in the black pant suit and white blouse was waiting to open the ZIL passenger door….the young woman was state security……on her hip was an holster and a pistol
She opened the car door…..Kornilov and his wife entered….as the countess contorted her body to enter the rear of the Zil…..there was a quick display of black hosiery covered legs…..a little too much leg was displayed, there was a glimpse of the elasticized holdup of the stocking….…a band of lacy, swirling flowers, the white of the thigh….the countess readjusting the hem of her dress as she readjusted her position as she sat on the rear leather seat

Kornilov followed on the other side……then by the Swiss Diplomat

The two female aides joined the sedan…that already contained that sitting flight attendant
When all were aboard….the motorcade roared off…away from the dormant airliner

A face in the an aircraft noted them go …a female face….it was Olga
She turned to Ivan who biting his finger nails ‘They have taken Oksana with them’
Ivan gasped ‘Oh….poor thing….she’ll be ravished by the beasts’
Olga just said ‘Oh…shut Up’