Uniform Stealing Board

THE STEPHENSON FLAT

And as we all know……..
When Trevor Hughes was bragging to his pal about his sexual conquest of a certain Ms Miranda Stephenson who was purportedly all tied up with work issues at the prison………well that was not quite the case…….but in all honesty, that is what he thought had genuinely occurred…….

How was he to know what really happened……..only later, much later would he be much the wiser……….and being wise was not a trait that Trevor Hughes had ever been associated with…….
Especially after an anonymous male caller had tipped off Anne Hughes on were her husband would be that Friday night…….and not at Freddie Duncan’s place either…….
In a rare uncontrolled fury Anne Hughes had barged in on Trevor……..who was fully occupied and concentrating on energetically thrusting away on top of a naked Lisa Andrews…….who, with her eyes closed was loudly moaning and groaning in ecstatic ecstasy……
Soon………Trevor himself was moaning and groaning……….in severe pain
But we digress……..

We all know that the unfortunate Miranda had been tied up in her flat as soon as the unsuspecting Trevor had left much earlier that same morning………

Being it now late in the morning and now close to noon, although still very groggy from being asphyxiated, Miranda had herself finally realized her true and current predicament……..
In that some woman had tied her up and gagged her…….and had left her within her own bedroom……

Miranda was now struggling to free herself………which was a futile endeavour…….
The once silent room was filled with the muted cries of rage and frustration…….

'MMPHHHHH, MGHMMM!!
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
‘UUrrghhhh’
‘Urggh’’

Basically, she was emitting the nonsensical grunting and moaning sounds that a thoroughly gagged and angry woman would be expected to make in her situation………..

Miranda had a terrible headache…….not made any easier by her throwing her head from side to side…….
She felt something tight over her mouth that had to be tape..……..her mouth was also full………there was something deep and thick pushing on her tongue……
She could not speak properly………
She could only breathe through her nose………
Talking of her nose, under her small appendage something smelt awful………it was a chemical like odour………
It still made her eyes water………they were also red rimmed

She could see the bed sheets trapping her……….
She could not remove them to release herself………..
However much she tried she could not move her arms and legs either………..she felt hot, sweaty, uncomfortable and suffocated by the gag……..

Her wrists were near her crotch…..but they were stuck there…….
However much she twisted her wrists underneath the bedclothes she knew they were tightly bound……..by what she did not yet know…….
She would be shocked and further humiliated later that the bitch had used her own stockings to tie her with………

She could not mover her wrists far either, she could only flex her fingers which felt quite numb by now…….if she did pull hard she felt something equally pull at her feet…….

Her knees also appeared to be locked together
Likewise her arms……..
And there was something tight around her chest……..digging into her skin……..just under her bosom……
She had been tied up good……..trussed up like a Turkey……..she had read that once…….
She was gagged for real this time……
She had read certain illicit magazines……..she had secretly enjoyed the glossy photographs portraying various young women all tied up…….and in various states of undress……..all due to varying, exciting and unfortunate circumstance….…….
She had found the images titillating……..sensual…..arousing…….
But fucking hell…….for real……to her………she was not very aroused right now, it was not very titillating either…….it was the complete opposite……..she was stifled, feeling sick and in some great discomfort
Being tied up for real was just plain fucking awful……...she felt like she was going to die…….

It was unbelievable and why? She didn’t have a clue…………..

Some of those magazines were hidden away in this flat…….
God…..she hoped no had found them……..

At times she became hot and claustrophobic and began to panic…….she bucked her bound body in a futile attempt at trying to get free……..it was more of a protest than anything else……..

She knew that she was totally naked under the bedclothes…….

She felt her bare skin sliding against the sheets, as much as her bonds allowed her to do so………she could not sense the feeling that she was wearing any underwear down below………she was defiantly braless……..gravity itself was confirming that theory……….

In moments of calm she stopped struggling…….
She lifted her gagged head slightly…….struggling to lift her chin…….
She grunted with the effort……her nostrils flaring as she breathed in and out even harder…….

She saw the carnage inflicted upon her once neat, safe, organized and very private boudoir……..it had been trashed and desecrated………
She peeked over the white pad that still swaddled her mouth……..
Grunting in the process……
She could confirm that nearly all her underwear had been tossed around in an haphazard fashion……….the thought of a stranger pawing her private delicates was just appalling………unthinkable……..the mere thought made her sick with embarrassment……

Her knicker draw had been violated by a strangers hand……..she saw her knickers all over the place…….
Her slips within the bottom drawer she could not view….
But her tight drawer………for fucks sake
All her Nylons were hanging from opened drawers………..

At first…….still a little woozy, she had thought who would do all this…….and why
Her headache was terrible……..her knee was throbbing too……….
She had been very relieved that this was the only part of her anatomy that was throbbing………

Then she remembered the woman’s terrifying masked face in the bathroom mirror……..
Yes…….that was it……..she had been wearing a black stocking over her head………just like those TV shows………...and Erh !!!
Those magazines……..

A woman had done this to her……….she now remembered the total shock that it had been a fellow female that had so strongly gripped and had then attacked her.………who had surprised her when she had been naked in the shower……… terrorizing her in her own home…….it had all been so fast……
The smelly cloth or something over her nose and mouth……vicelike……

She tilted her sore head……..looking up and to the side…..her wardrobes were open…..
Her clothes too had been despoiled……..her dress’s , her skirts, her tops and blouses……….all her outer clothing and accessories……….
The bitch had run her hands through the lot…………
Racks were now empty and hangers were missing……...they too must be on the floor somewhere, she just could not see……….

A woman, not a sex crazed man…….not the rapist of every woman’s nightmare…….a woman had tied her up and gagged her……..it was unbelievable……..
A woman looking for clothes…….it must be……….she had even gone through her undies…….
The twat must have stolen some of her clothes……….
There was nothing of great value in her flat……..no large amounts of cash, gold or silver, any precious stones…..so what else could it be………the fucking TV which was on hire purchase……..

Miranda would be later horrified to learn that indeed a fair part of her lingerie collection had indeed gone missing………..

Her dressing bureau was a complete mess……..its small drawers were also ajar………..the table surface a mess of used and jumbled cosmetics…….
Some of them now rendered unusable……..

Miranda realized that she had been robbed……….
A robbery…….a fucking robbery……..she became angry again………
She moaned and struggled in a fit of rage………her red and flushed face turning from side to side………her eyes rolling in anger….
The blanket was moving vigorously were her wrists were located…….she was twisting them in an attempt to get free…..in reality she was making the tan nylon tighter……..
She did not care…….she wanted to be free…….
Her clouded mind racing……..
Yes…….that was it……..she had been robbed……….
After finding no money or expensive jewels………..
Some junky bitch had stolen her clothes……….

'MMMFFFHHH....!!

Where the fuck was that thick muscle bound moron called Trevor when you needed him……..
She needed to call the Police………..

HMP BECKSHILL

She looked at her stolen ladies wristwatch…………it was very close to eleven thirty……..
Zoya was about to end this charade………she wanted to wrap up the event……..not that she had conducted much teaching……..
All she had done was to get various cretins read different parts of the book…….she had passed it on as a reading exercise…….which quite frankly they all needed………..
Only Zita was not disturbed or required to read, as she was making copious notes in her copy of the book……
Plus Zoya knew she could read and write in twelve languages……….

It was time to leave……….it was time to get out
She was feeling rather claustrophobic in this classroom……..she felt cornered………like a rat in a trap…….and that trap could close shut at any time……

But time was running out……….she had to finish what she was doing………..and quickly
Zoya did not have all day like planned………

Until finally and to Zoya’s relief she had looked up very suddenly………
Zita had stopped writing in her copy of ‘Hearts of Darkness’
She sat up very straight……..she had finished her task…..
She stared at her woman………
She had flashed using her eyelids ………

‘All you need is in the Book……..Chapter one…….….’
And finally ‘Love you….see you soon’

She felt a flush coming on……..and it was all not just down to the central heating being on too high………
She was excited……….reinvigorated………….
She was also aroused……….she was one step closer to getting her woman out of this place……
Whatever her plan was…..Zoya would make it work…..
She felt hot……..
Her knickers felt all hot and sticky……..or more correctly the knickers she stole from the genuine teacher……..
Wearing the tights under the trousers was kicking in now……….her legs, thighs and groin were uncomfortably moist…….
Her tight blouse was also rubbing under her arms………and the bra felt tighter on her breasts

Bloody room she thought…….its overheated……..

Time to leave……..
She almost shouted…….one or two of the cretins jumped in their seats……

‘Okay……that’s it’ declared Zoya……
She slid her backside of the table and stood up…….
At that announcement even the guard looked up……..and directly at her
She also closed her copy of the book……..
The ‘students’ who had bothered to do so closed theirs too…….

There was a hubbub of noise as they all started to talk to one another………
There was the usual cacophony as several people attempted to have multiple conversations at the same time……..
She walked towards the silent Zita…….she had not said a word throughout

‘We will pick up next time and discuss all that you have just read…….so do have a think about it’ in a loud voice……..

And thought to herself………that’s if you are capable of thinking……….
She had her copy of the book in her hand………
She slid the book onto Zita’s desk……….

‘Please bring your books next time, do not forget like some of you did……..and with notes’

In the commotion she glided innocently close to Zita………at the same time sliding her hand over her partners hand………..it was a brief touch of skin on skin……….she felt her warmth………
Zita’s fingers lightly touched hers……..
Zoya felt an electric like charge run between them both……..
And then they parted……..

Just as quickly Zoya picked up Zita’s copy of the book……
Her copy remained…….
She turned back towards the desk………

Just at this time two other female guards entered the classroom……
The clock on the wall declared that it was precisely 11:30 am…….

Zoya placed Zita’s book within her stolen shoulder bag…….

The inmates all stood, they were being escorted back to the prisoner accommodation wing……
Zoya was squeezing herself back into her suit jacket…….her blouse becoming very tight on her bust…….
A scrawny prisoner was taking a last peek for later………
The prisoners themselves were being ushered out by the two new guards….….in some sort of file
A few more were now getting a last look at those bouncy tits…….
She even caught one of the guards taking an extra gander at her………naughty girl thought Zoya

Zita surprised them all by suddenly stating……………..
‘You know that you are named after a moon of Uranus’

Zoya swooned a little…….
Her soft voice, so smooth…….so feminine……..disguising her true temperament……..
Hiding the violence that she was so capable of…………a machine hiding behind the facade of a doe eyed female doll………..
Zoya smiled back ‘Yes…I know thank you’
She was glad of the interchange……..

The fat pig faced lesbian who had been ogling Zoya’s tits and backside all during the session sneered back…….
‘Yeah right…..more like up your Anus Darling’

Zoya pretended to blush……and looked away……pretending to gather her things to leave……

The guard who had escorted Zoya shouted ‘Shut your mouth Smith or ill put you on report’

The pig hunched over slightly…..it was lunch time soon and she was starving……she did not want to jeopardize the chance of filling her face…….
‘Sorry Miss’

At the sight and sound of her servility another female just whispered ‘Kiss arse dick’

Zita just remained silent……..the pig would pay for that outburst

Finally it was just Zoya and the guard who had escorted her in……now ready to escort her back to the security station
‘Well that was fun’ she said
The guard retorted back……..
‘Think of me……...I have to come here every day’
‘Fair enough’
They both left the classroom, the guard closing the door behind them…….

Zoya, with her bag hanging from the shoulder, her briefcase in hand followed behind the female guard just as before…….
There was no need for any more conversation……..she had obtained what she had come for…….
She wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible …….she needed to decipher Zita’s instructions……..she needed to know what her beloved had planned……..there must be an escape plan in those pages somewhere……….

The guard and Zoya reached the T junction within the corridor………which led to the exit, and the security station………
She hated these places………so sterile…….and so rank with a peculiar odour………

‘Cheerio’ said the guard
‘Thanks…….and goodbye’
This was Zoya’s final statement and its tone implying that this would definitely be her last visit
The guard just smirked……….
And walked away…………..

Zoya strode with purpose towards the exit checkout counter……….this equally high topped desk was manned by a single guard…….another middle aged male……….

She smiled at the man in anticipation of showing her identity badge, for the booking out process…….
She was about to remove the badge lanyard from around her neck when a female voice caused her to look around…….

‘Excuse me madam…..you’ve forgot something’
It was the good looking prison guard from earlier…………who was looking directly at Zoya………so it was definitely her that she was talking too………..

Not the half dozen or so visitor’s who were waiting to come in………

‘Have I’ she said……….and walked over to the woman’s side of the security station……….

The other two guards were checking people in……….these were two different guards from those present earlier this morning………
They were all male now……..younger, they all looked a lot more burley in stature……..
Likewise the spotty youth had also disappeared ……
Ah…… though Zoya…….they must have deployed their A Team……………….

Yet the shapely and fit looking female guard in the overly tight uniform was still on duty…….
This was not right………she should been changed over by now……..
Plus the influx of her beefy looking colleagues……..
Zoya suspected that the game was afoot……..

The shapely guard went over to the pigeon holed rack…….
Then Zoya remembered……….the bloody shoes……..
The heeled black sling backs that the real Stephenson had worn last night……..
In her haste to get out…….and what with her intense burning curiosity to read the coded message supplied by Zita she had forgotten all about those sodding shoes…….

She placed her bag on the table and went searching for the ticket………
The guard placed the shoes on the table…….looking intently at Zoya………..looking very deeply indeed…..
Zoya could not find the ticket……
The guards gaze never left her face……...her stare was very intense and penetrating………..

‘I can’t find the bloody ticket’ exclaimed Zoya…..pretending to sound like a typically flustered female…….

The guard said nothing……..she was just looking at her face……...her own composure very neutral……….
Zoya was waiting for the guard to make her move…………
She could observe the guards physical posture changing………

She was getting ready to fight…….and so would Zoya……...brutally

Her first strike would have been a flat handed sweeping blow to the bridge of the woman’s nose…….
It could have been a lethal move…….

Shattering the nose……..splinters of bone into the brain, maybe causing blindness………her nasal cavity crushed causing her blood to fill up her throat……the result being her choking to death……….

Maybe one or two of the woman’s eyeballs would pop their sockets……..it had happened before………
But with that first surprise attack she may have had a chance of getting out of the door………

She began to tense up………
Her breathing became controlled……..she would need to move fast
She still couldn’t find the ticket……..

Then suddenly the guard diffused the situation……..

‘It alright madam…….I know who you are’ and slid the heeled shoes over to her
There was an instant deflation of charged energy….…..

Zoya took the shoes………
‘Thanks……...I’m a right klutz at times’ she placed the shoes in her shoulder back…….crushing the book’s jacket when doing so……..
‘That’s okay’ the guard smiled

Zoya moved away
‘Thanks again’ she too smiled……..
The guard smiled back……..but Zoya noted that her eyes were different ………alert, intense………almost piercing……..
They were playing a game now……….both of them
Zoya saw through her, she looked fit, even fitter now….……..she was probably very capable
And for some reason they were letting her go………..
She did not want to hang around and find out why…………

Zoya retrieved her badge from around her neck and gave it to the male guard…….
He said ‘Hello’
Checked her name…….and logged her out…….
‘Have a nice Day’
‘You too’
Zoya placed the badge and ribbon in her shoulder bag……….
She quickly left by the double door exit……………..

On seeing this attractive prison officer dashed from her station………
She did have far to go……..
She ran into the command office within the security section……….
From here they monitored the CCTV cameras and could lock down the main doors…….
It was normally manned by two people………

From a table she grabbed the Burndept BS Police personal radio which had been set on a secure channel……

‘Fox 1….this is Fox 2 over’
Instantly there was a reply ‘Fox 2 send’

‘It’s her……confirmed………just left the main entrance……..boy, she’s good alright, cool as a cucumber…….around 5 foot 6 or 7, slim…….hair dark brown, high, bun…..very fancy….looks French……horn rimmed glasses….beige trousers…..very smart, looks like a lawyer……….posing as a teacher….have you got her over’

There was an agonizing delay that was less than a second……….
Then…….an electronic tinged reply

‘Roger………I have her……...suspect heading towards a bronze Austin Princess Licence Number B337 YMH……..I will tail over’

There was a hiss of static……..the interference was problematic and the reception was haphazard within the city……

‘Roger Fox 2……I will backup…..she is going under the name Miranda Stephenson………will inform when on route over’
Roger Fox 1……in pursuit….out’

Maze……..one of Baracloughs hunting dogs went to run out of the door, clutching the small black radio…..
Somebody coughed loudly on one side of the control room…………
She stopped……….remembering that there were others in the small room, and not just the security equipment operators…….
Maze turned…………

There were another three people in the command room………

One was the governor……..an older male who brimmed with an old fashioned and traditional authority……a gray suit and tie…….double breasted with a waistcoat………he sported a full and greying moustache……..
The Chief Warder or prison officer……again a man of many years experience…….who had probably started his career policing the Colony’s………standing in an immaculately pressed white uniform shirt and black tie…… on his shoulder boards his rank……….his shiny peaked bill of his service cap displayed lots of braid……..

But it had been either of them who had coughed so loudly…….

Standing next to the Governor and the Chief Warden was a lone female……….
A young woman in fact………
She was youthful and pretty, with black hair in a tight bun, her full lips were bright red………..she had sparking blue rounded eyes………she had a full face that sported lots of foundation and blusher, her eyelids coated with dark blue eye shadow……..her eyelashes may have been false…..
Her bright red fingernails certainly were………
She may have been the female belle of the prison staff……..judging by what was on offer so far……..
She looked a little cross…….her bright red lips pouty……..
She had her arms crossed over her chest………..

The young woman was smaller than Maze and around 5ft 5……..she was shorter too…….

One could not tell if she had a great figure or not………but she did
Her figure and general shape was currently distorted as she was wearing one of those white all in one paper suits with a hood………the type that the forensic and medical people wore…………..

In fact the paper suit had been borrowed from the prison infirmary………

The woman was in fact a female prison officer………..she looked very crossly at Maze
She said something in a local accent……..her voice highly pitched

‘Can I have my uniform back please’ with a hint of sarcasm

Maze paused………..
‘Ah…..I see your point’
She had borrowed the girl’s uniform; she had had the only one that would fit her…….just

Maze’s own more practical clothes where on a side table, near a blue fabric dressing screen……..

‘Sorry’ said Maze and grabbed her own clothes and moved behind the screen……she had to be quick…….but running around in someone else’s prison uniform was not exactly being undercover……..
She had to back up Taggart……..

From behind the screen Maze could hear the girl call out………….
‘You can keep the tights………Thank You…………’

The tone of derision and scorn was not lost on Maze………who endeavoured to get undressed and redressed in record time………..
‘Okay………..I heard you the first time……..

THE PURSUIT

Taggart, the red headed second bloodhound was in a government issued Ford Grenada……..it was black with a powerful V8 engine, square in design……….more than enough to outperform the family Austin car that the suspect had just squeezed into……..
Taggart would have never have guessed that the woman was her…….
She looked so normal, very smart in her tight cream coloured suit…….her hair and face, unrecognizable from her prison and file mug shots……..
Maze had done a good job in recognizing her………

She had positioned her own vehicle within the parking lot so that she had a good view of the parking area and exit and also the prison visitor entrance……….
She had clocked the suspect as soon as Maze had sent the description……..

Taggart had her hair down and loose…….her red hair was naturally curly and slightly frizzy…….it ended just above her shoulders……..
She wore a light brown leather bomber jacket……..zipped up
The jacket hid the ample and shapely breasts underneath………..but one could still see the brilliant white round neck T shirt that she worn under that…….
She also wore light blue belted jeans…………they were tight on her………
Her feet were clad in white socks and sturdy ankle high hiking boots………..

She was at a safe distance………….not too close to the suspect, but also not too far away to lose contact with this so called ‘Super Agent’……..
She smiled at that…………..we shall se
She also said to herself…….

‘Where are you going Sweetheart’

She intended to tail the suspect……..they wanted to find her base of operations……..
The Boss had been explicit on that……..
Do not engage………..just follow………..find out where she is holed up……..
Once that key knowledge had been ascertained a surveillance group would take over………and track who went in and out……..

The Grenada’s engine was ticking over………..
Taggart waited………her hand gripped the gear stick in anticipation………..

Zoya engaged first gear, released the hand break and lifted her foot off the clutch and gently pressed the accelerator………
She drove out of the car park………….keeping at a normal speed
Her pretty face was frowning………..she was thinking hard……..

So they had been watching the prison…………
That was to be expected……but still, it was different feeling when one actually confirmed they were being hunted………..she had been lucky so far, no interference……….
No television or press releases………her escape had been covered up……..
Likewise her consequent actions………
They would obviously not leave her alone……..
They had rightly assumed she would attempt contact with Zita……
She looked over to the stolen shoulder bag……..inside was the book…….with the code

Facing the reality that she was finally dealing with professionals………..
Well……..that changed the dynamics of the game……..
Roughing up and subduing normal domestic females was one thing………..taking on fully trained state sponsored agents or players…….
Let’s just say that it was serious stuff………..

But still………she had made contact with Zita………that was the main thing……..
They had staked out the prison expecting her to do so………..
She had been seen………detected……she had wondered what had given her away, if not that then why suspected…….
Her cover had been good………

There was now no doubt that that rather fit and good looking dark haired female guard had been a player………..she had suspected so when going in………her suspicions had been confirmed on the way out……..just by the by the look in her searching eyes…….
She had looked nothing like the other staff………..
Zoya had also recognised those eyes……they were like her own……..

So why did they let her walk out…..
To Zoya it was simple……
They wanted to tail her……….they wanted to find her ‘Safe House’……....where she operated from………..who she made contact with……..

They knew that she and Zita would go for ‘KOBA’……..they knew that they had too……..
The British wanted KOBA………..they did five and a half years ago………and they want it again…….
KOBA must be returned to the Motherland……………..

Zoya intended to drive back into the city…………along a congested A road……….after all it was lunchtime, she was currently behind a slow moving coal merchant’s lorry……..
Along both sides of the road were many small business’s………..light manufacturing workshops, warehouses and bulk retail outlets………
The prison had been located within the North East suburbs…….an industrial area with good communications with the coast and the rest of the country……..not far away was the massive car manufacturing plant at Dagenham…….

She intended to drive directly into central London………..she needed to lose herself in the crowd
A city centre full of busy bee people………….a city centre full of women………women wearing nice clothes……..

She must be being tailed……….it made common sense…..…..otherwise she would not have been allowed to leave the prison so easily

She checked her rear view mirror………
Directly behind her was a small white mini car………driven by a male……..
Behind that was a red saloon………
She slowed down……..giving her a safety margin and a suitable manoeuvring distance between her car and the slow overloaded truck………
She would test her theory soon……..

Taggart was not far behind her………
Her twin Burndept radio had been connected via a ear piece……..
Her rather square shaped Ford Grenada was behind the red Cortina that Zoya had just glimpsed……..she was the fourth car in line……..
Taggart noted the slow moving coal truck slowing the traffic down…………
That was good………..it kept the target within sight…….....it kept the pursuit under control……

‘Fox 2 this is Fox 1 over’ said Taggart…….
‘Fox1 send over’
‘What is your location over’
‘Fox 2 just entered my car over, what is your direction’
Taggart grimaced……that was too much of a delay……..
Maze would have to motor fast to catch up………

‘Copy…….headed on A24 Southbound……..I think she is heading for city central……but too early to confirm’
‘Fox 2….copy’

Taggart could not resist ‘Fox 2 why the delay over’

Maze on the other end
‘Fox 1…….someone wanted their uniform back…….on my way’
‘Copy’ replied Taggart……..

She rolled her eyes……..
Taggart concentrated on the vehicles in front………not losing sight of the Bronze coloured Princess…..

Zoya was looking for a suitable gap in the oncoming traffic………
She needed space to carry out her manoeuvre………
Even though the coal lorry was classed as slow……….it was still trundling along at close to forty miles per hour………plus the weight behind it……….
She was very aware that she was not driving a sports car……………it was a family orientated coupe……
But still, in a heavily congested urban environment speed was not a determining factor…….
Skill at driving was………

Zoya checked her rear view mirror……….
The road was curving around to the left………..she was blind on her right…….
But to her left and right she could see no oncoming traffic………
She arched her head over to the right, the seatbelt cutting between her breasts, her purloined bra underneath becoming very unmistakable in its outline…..…..pulling the flimsy blouse lower, revealing a little more of her deep cleavage……….she strained to see ahead of the coal lorry……..
She released the seatbelt which was preventing her from fully leaning over……….

Okay…….it was time to see who was behind her……….time to flush out the fox
If there was a helicopter up there then it was flying high………she could see nothing…….the sky was dark and grey……with low cloud, rain was coming…….
Not ideal flying weather……...

She went for it………she dropped a gear
Her foot compressed the clutch……..she rammed the gear stick into a lower gear……….she hit the accelerator
The car’s engine screamed……….
To her relief the Princess shot forward………
She gripped the steering wheel and yanked the car into the oncoming lane…….
It was still clear of traffic…….
To Zoya the overtaking time was agonizing………
To her it felt like slow motion………but she was overtaking the coal lorry……..

‘Come on…..’ she shouted………she hoped that the driver of the coal lorry would see her and take his foot off the accelerator……….thereby slowing down……..
She was just passing the drivers cab………..

Zoya saw flashing headlights in front of her………..an oncoming car was heading straight at her……..
The lorry driver was on his horn as he had just seen her in his side mirror……..he braked………mouthing obscenities…….

Zoya’s Bronze Princess shot forward even more……………
She was just in front of the heavily laden lorry………..
She swung back into the left lane just in time……….cutting up the lorry………it had been a close run thing
The oncoming silver car was a blur of metal and a silent screaming male face……..its horn blaring continuously
Then it passed in a flash…….and was gone forever……..

She drove on faster……..
She saw the driver of the coal lorry gripping his steering wheel and shaking his head……..no doubt thinking ‘Bloody Women Drivers’……….

Zoya was now on a straight patch on the road……..
Ahead was still more traffic but she was now travelling at a fair clip…….
She caught up with the vehicles in front of her……..
She kept checking her review mirror……..

She waited………..who would overtake
They must be there………
This part of the road was a good spot to overtake……….it would be now or never…….
But there was still nothing, just the coal truck trundling along a fair distance back……….there was now a large space between her and the coal lorry…….
She herself was gaining fast on an estate car in front of her……..
Had she been wrong……….had paranoia overtaken her

Then……..
There it was……..it was the black car……….she slowed down heavily using the brake
It was a Ford Grenada………a powerful car, more so than what she was driving……..
Whoever was driving had overtaken two other cars and the coal truck………..someone was in a hurry alright
So why do that unless it was only to keep tabs on her own car………

Because she had rapidly slowed down the Grenada rapidly grew in size within her rear view mirror………
The black car had been certainly motoring with power to overtake……now it needed to slow down……..and do so quickly……….otherwise the following car would be too close to Zoya’s Princess……

Zoya briefly saw a young red headed female behind the wheel………she did not see much detail……..but she saw enough…….
A player driving a powerful car………
The car behind dropped back…….the red head was breaking hard
Zoya sped up……….
She said out loud ‘There you are Sweetie’………..

Taggart cursed loudly……..the player had been played………

‘Fox 2 this Fox 1 over’
She again said to herself
‘Shit’………..
‘Send over’ replied Maze……….
‘I think she rumbled me over’
‘I’m not far behind you…..are you still on the 24…….over’
‘Yes……..over…..still in contact…….but I think she is on to me’
‘Copy Fox 1……I’ll be with you shortly out’

Taggart was fuming inside………she had fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book to flush out a suspected tail…….
She had nearly ran into the back of the suspect………
The fucker had been waiting for her on the other side………

So Zoya now had the advantage………
She continued South on the A24………
Just driving normally within the traffic flow……..the Grenada behind her……..
The traffic was getting more congested as she got closer to Central London……..

The sky was getting darker……..
A storm was approaching from the South East……..coming in from the straits of Dover, and the treacherous Goodwin sands……..
She switched on her headlights………..

The small industrial setting was giving way to residential housing……….in the distance, through the haze of smog was the silhouetted skyline of the city………..

Maze was still further back……but heading South
She was driving a racy white Ford Capri………..
She was tailing back further than she should have been………
That fucking stuck up prison officer had caused this………in demanding her uniform back…….
Maze had stripped off the uniform and donned her own clothes in record time……..
She was wearing her white turtle neck sweater with a black short trench coat………she had not had time to button and belt it……..
She wore dark blue jeans …..tight on her hips and thighs………and yes……..she was still wearing the pretty and uppity prison guards black tights underneath………
She had been that quick…….
But the delay had had consequences……..she could not catch up fast enough and support her partner…..
That could be dangerous…..although generally Taggart could look after herself
She honked her horn as white delivery van joined the lane from the left…….without indicating……adding more traffic between her and Taggart…………………

Eventually Zoya came to a large roundabout……….

Zoya wanted the extreme right exit………she stayed in the right hand lane……..she did not indicate………
She saw a lot more taxi cabs now………the famous black Hackney types……….the London red buses……..single and double decker……..
There was a lot less of the heavy commercial traffic…….that was mostly heading back and fore from Tilbury docks……
She was now entering the commuter belt……..private and council vehicles aplenty……..small delivery vans……..small lorries……..all heading into central London……
To her right was an approaching slow moving single decker bus………..
She shot out……..

Then rapidly accelerated tightly around the large traffic circle………the bus honked its horn in annoyance……..
So did a male travelling on the inside as a bronze Austin Princess cut across his front……..coming in from the right…….a totally dangerous and illegal manoeuvre
As he braked and shouted ‘Jesus’ …….the car shot out in front into his intended exit on the roundabout……..

Zoya hoped the manoeuvre had worked……
She continued down the busy carriageway……..still heading towards the centre…….
The traffic was heavy now……….
It was pretty dark outside……….
Thick drops of rain started to splash onto the Austin’s windscreen……….
It had threatened all day to rain……….and now it had

It started to pelt down with rain……..she turned on the windscreen wipers
With the dark and gloom of the storm and rain lashing the glass………visibility had been reduced
This suited her fine……….
It would be harder for her to be spotted and tailed……..

She checked her rear view mirror……..
There was a yellow car directly behind her……..
She strained her eyes……..was that a black car edging in and out……trying to see who and what was ahead….
She thought so……..
She assumed that she was still being followed…….
This other red headed driver was good………but not as first-class as Zoya was………

And she was good…..
Taggart had stayed with her…….
The rain and the storm she did not need……………

‘Fox2 this Fox 1 Come in’……….

There had been nothing on the small radio for a while……..the storm and its electromagnetic interference was jamming the frequency…….
Atmospherics……..all that charged static up there……..
There was flash of lightening……..she did not hear the crack of thunder………
These small sets and the relays were not that powerful unless the users were in close proximity to each other………then communication could be intermittent
Nothing was coming through on the radio……….
Maze had left the prison too late to pursue…………without comms she could be anywhere…….
For the moment Taggart was on her own…….
There was a large traffic light junction up ahead…….traffic was slowing down in the bad weather…….
Drivers were being careful……..
There was another flash of lightening………

Zoya was on the left as per regulation……….she needed to turn right……..
The traffic light was on Red……….for stop……..
Through the rain swept windscreen she observed traffic crossing her path both ways……..the wipers swished back and fore………
The demister blowing on full……..it’s warm air directed at the cold glass

Luckily she was first in line………
Behind her there was some type of grey car……..was it a Vauxhall……….no, it was a Morris……a Marina…….an ugly car……..its colour was not grey, due to the darkness of the flash storm it was actually a putrid Green……
She concluded that they made ugly cars in Britain…….

She waited at the traffic lights…………
She kept the car in first gear……….
She again looked into the rear view mirror………
The Black Grenada was still there……but further back………
There was another flash of lightening………..this time she heard the crack of thunder……..the storm was directly above……….
She realised the handbrake……….
Looked into her rear view mirror……..
She was now looking left and right……….
Her foot began to press down on the accelerator……….
She again saw a gap and took a chance……
She released the clutch and stamped on the gas……she spun the steering wheel to the right…….
She and the Princess shot off to the right……..
She had cut up two cars coming from opposite directions…….on the wet tarmac they both skidded to a halt………
Cars honked horns………..drivers waved fists………..but Zoya was through and ahead………she sped off in the direction of the city………..

Taggart saw manoeuvre…….
‘Shit’ she hissed…….

She could not pursue…..she was boxed in………
She honked her horn………..continuously
‘Get out of the fucking way’ she shouted…….
But it was no good………until the light turned green she could not get past………
Knocking down and killing civilians was not in her remit……..

Zoya sped along at a fast clip………she was making distance between herself and the tail…….
The red headed woman would be following her…….
She kept driving……….looking for a spot……..she had another idea……….
This one should definitely throw the Grenada off her scent……..

Taggart eventually turned right and kept going……….as fast a possible
But not that fast…….now she had lost visual contact she had to be focused……..
That’s all she could do……..and keep looking for that car…..…..B337 YMH
It appeared that the suspect was always heading for central London…….
She took would head in that direction……....and if needs be circle all day
Maze was bound to catch up at some point……..

Zoya waited behind the wheel………the engine was still running……..
She was still good for fuel…….just under a quarter of a tank remained……….
The wipers swishing back and fore……..
The rain was still heavy………but not the raging torrent it had been…..
The storm was moving on………
She waited…….
Her legs were spread wider than normal as they were covering the three foot pedals………her tight seamless beige trousers were tight over her crotch……..acutely presenting the delicious feminine curve of her pubis……..the affect was suggesting that she was wearing no knickers……..which she of course was………and those had belonged to another woman…….like all her clothes and accruements……

A black male of African descent walked past her car…….and gave her a strange look…..
Move along she thought…….
Traffic also went by……..
An old woman with an umbrella pulling a canvas shopping trolley also walked by……….not giving Zoya a second glance……..
And still Zoya waited……intent on observing the passing traffic………….

Finally………
There she was………
The black Grenada just drove by…………there was the brief glimpse of a young red headed woman behind the wheel intently staring forward…………….
The black car drove by……..

Zoya edged her car forward……….
A group of teenagers stepped out off the pavement……..the usual ethnic mix, or cultural soup
She braked……they jeered at her as teenagers usually did………
Full of piss and vinegar……….anti social for no reason at all………
She let them pass without comment and edged the Princess forward……..

Her final ruse had worked……….at last
She had quickly and expertly reversed into a side lane………situated between two small business’s ……..a Fish and Chip shop, the lane stank of used cooking oil…….and what appeared to be a charity shop………
The area looked rather run down……especially in this bleak weather……..
The street was littered with uncollected and discard trash………

She looked left then right……..
It looked clear……..she joined the traffic flow……..
By turning left……..the same direction the Grenada was travelling……..but keeping well behind…….
She was still intent on reaching the city centre………

The rain was easing off……..the windscreen misting over slightly with condensation
The black car was five vehicles in front……..
She was not far from the Oxford street shopping district…………

She turned right, leaving the suspect Grenada to travel on this road…..

The streets were getting narrower as she continued on………there was heavy vehicular parking on either side………..
It was mid afternoon……..
Pedestrian traffic was now heavy……..
People going about chores, be they work or leisure…………..after all she was approaching the shopping district…….
There was no skyline now……….just a manmade canyon of Sandstone and Portland Granite, interspersed with Georgian red brick…….
She was now passing various business of a more leisurely tone………clothing outlets, male and female…….antique shops, one or lamp emporiums…………coffee shops and tea and cake parlours
One needed money to enjoy this part of town…….
She needed a store…….a large store at that

She slowly cruised the street…….the traffic was hardly moving anyway……..the congestion and noise was terrific………

Then she saw a building that may suit her needs and requirements………
An old fashioned building with Doric columns at its entrance…….gold laminated revolving doors………..with large display windows on either side advertising the latest fashion wares……..
Various female mannequins sported the latest fashion in dress’s, frocks, tops, skirts, blouses, sweaters, jeans and trousers……..
She liked what she could see……….

She smiled…….
It was time to ditch the car and persona of Ms Miranda Stephenson……..
She was tired of wearing this woman’s clothes……..and her looks……….
She fancied something else, something new……..and before that redhead and her accomplices’ showed up…….
She was sure they would…….

She saw a space to park………
She swung the princess into a tight parking slot………
She turned off the engine………..she left the keys in the ignition……..after all she was not coming back for the vehicle…….
She grabbed the shoulder bag from the passenger seat………containing the vital copy of ‘Heart of Darkness’…….
She opened the door and quickly vacated the vehicle…….

It was still raining…….but not hard…..…the storm had abated and was easing off, it was more of a drizzle now……..
Nevertheless, it was still going to be a dull and grey afternoon…….

Her beige suit jacket was getting spotted by raindrops…….
.
She noted the parking meter…….it was expensive to park outside the store, that’s why the space had been empty….
But still……..she was not going to pick up the bill……..the real Miranda would have to deal with that headache in the near future…….
Zoya briefly remembered the woman she had tied up and gagged in her own home………she must be fully awake by now…….

There were people everywhere……..
Men and women walking with linked arms…….
Lots of brollies or umbrellas being used………
Single women walking with a purpose……..
All wrapped against the weather……..
All except her in her beige suit………
She did not have far to go………..she had left the heavy coat in the backseat of the car………it would just get in the way in what she had to do……..

Zoya walked brusquely……….
She skipped up the stone steps……….she passed two Doric columns and the crimson and black unformed doorman……
The Department Store was that kind of place……..
She was suddenly out of the weather and under the vaulted Greek ceiling………she had also passed an ornate inscription carved into the Portland stone a long time ago……….
It proudly declared:

Harding & Howell Est. 1809

She smiled as she entered the lobby……..
This place oozed taste and money………
What a perfect place to find a new set of ladies clothing…….

Thank you What will she steal next??

Layer by layer, it brings the ultimate sense of immersion, very visual. Thanks a lot !