Shop More Submit  Join Login
About Deviant Premium Member KP - Writer/Art Appreciator/Collector51/Male/United Kingdom Groups :iconsweetkinks: sweetkinks
sweetly kinky
Recent Activity
Deviant for 6 Years
7 Month Premium Membership
Statistics 1,430 Deviations 1,916 Comments 168,893 Pageviews

Newest Deviations

Favourites


Flash Player 8 is required to view SitBack. Get the latest version of Flash Player.

Halloween question - these films all scared the bejabbers out of me at one time, but which scared you the most? 

45%
13 deviants said Some other...
34%
10 deviants said Alien
10%
3 deviants said Night of The Living Dead (Original)
7%
2 deviants said The Devil Rides Out
3%
1 deviant said Quatermass and the Pit
0%
No deviants said The Last Broadcast

Groups

When I was pulling together the next eBook, as seen in my gallery, I was reminded of how i started to bring Madame X into the world of the Pussycat Gang - a move that has led to some interesting developments in her story that I had not seen coming, and for that I thank (as always) :iconj-jell:

More recently, it even allowed me to bring George Simpson from George's Journey in, and again he surprised me by fitting right in - and he has a part to play in an upcoming story as well.

I know :icondavid-presents: and :icongolavus: have also recently brought back loved characters, but that brings two questions for me to ask.

Are there any of my characters you haven't seen for a while, and thought "What happened to them?"

And what of your own OCs - are any of them worth a revival as well?
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Awesome Mixtape Vol 1 - Ooga Chakka Ooga Ooga!

Activity


Mature Content Filter is On
(Contains: violence/gore and strong language)
8 pm local time
Europa Bistro


The large restaurant space was filling up as the quartet arrived, the Weasel grinning as he escorted his three charges to a table.

“Good evening Mr. Kornyak,” the waiter said as he came over, “some new companions?”

“Cousins from Lithuania – they wanted to see the best place to eat in the city.”

“Very well then,” the waiter said as he handed over the menus.

“Thank you,” Natalya answered in Russian, “bring vodka for all of us as well.”

The waiter bowed and walked off as Dominique said “Well?”

“There are a couple of tables over there crawling with Boronov’s men,” Natalya whispered back.  “No sign of the man himself, however.”

“Unlikely he will show himself,” Helen whispered, “more likely to be his brother, the Enforcer.”

Natalya nodded as the waiter brought over the bottle and glasses, and then took their orders.

“Relax, Weasel,” Dominique said quietly, “nothing’s going to happen while we eat – and watch…”




“I have eaten worse,” Dom said as she pushed the plate away, the remains of what had been called a Weiner Schnitzel on it, “but not by much.  Are you seriously saying this is the best this city has to offer?”

“If you want to cause trouble for the right people, yes,” the Weasel said, “people like him.”

Helen looked in the direction he was looking, and saw the large, well built man walk in, smiling and talking to some of the guests before he walked to the groups of men around the table.

“So that’s Boronov’s younger brother?”

Natalya nodded.  “The Sovietnik.  He seemed warm enough coming in, but look at the expression on his face now.”

Dom nodded as she saw the grim, hard faced look etched into his face as he sat down.

“Well, if you are going to seek retribution, best to do it at the right level,” she said quietly before looking round.  “How long do you need Helen?”

“Ten minutes,” she said before she stood up and shouted “You worthless little maggot of a man, how dare you think you can treat me in that way.”  Slapping the Weasel hard across the face, she turned and stormed out of the restaurant, the men laughing quietly at the obvious insult.

“Did she have to hit me quite so hard?” he said as he looked at Natalya and Dominique.

“Better cover story,” Natalya said before she leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips, and then stood up, taking him by the hand as she led him towards the toilets.

“My sisters – argue over everything, including men,” Dom said to the waiter, as she paid the bill for the meal.  “Leave me with the money side and the long car ride home.”

She could see Bolokov looking at her as she stood up, and walked over to him.  “Have we met before,” she asked as she looked at him.

“I do not believe I have had the pleasure,” he said as he stood and took her gloved hand.  “I am Gregor Bolokov.  May I know your name?”

“Of course,” Dom said with a smile, “my name is Death, and I have come for you tonight.”

Bolokov stared at Dominique, as the arrow sailed through his neck, piercing his jugular vein as he fell to the floor.  Before the men at his table could react, a series of metal stars spun through the air and hit them, the men dropping to the floor as they sank into their flesh.

“GET DOWN!” Natalya shouted as she fired shots into the air, the diners diving to the floor as she pointed the submachine gun at the tables and fired at the men standing there.

Most fell at the tables, one or two managing to get to their guns before Helen fired off more arrows, piercing their gun hands as the weapons fell to the floor.

“Is it your night to die as well,” Dominique said as she stood up, Natalya and Helen walking over as she kicked Bolokov over.

The other men looked at each other, as Helen said “it was a rhetorical question.”

She sailed through the air and hit them, killing them with her hands and feet as she broke their necks.  Dominique turned and walked over to where the retaurant staff were cowering.

“Give the Pakhan a message,” she whispered as she looked at them.  “Tell him this vrashda ends now, tonight, or he will be destroyed utterly.  Tell him this is his last and final warning.”

The three women walked out of the bistro, getting into the car and driving off as the Weasel came out of the toilet, rubbing his neck and looking round.

“How many?”

“Twenty five at the tables, plus his Sovietkin.  We’d better warn the others this just became very serious.”

“I already did – now we wait for our US contacts to do their part.”


4.30 pm EST
The de Ros Mansion


"All go well at school Darling?" Diana hugged her daughter.

"Pretty much," Abigail said as she threw her car keys into the bowl.

"Did you take precautions?"

"I did." Abigail took the .38 out of her purse. "I did what Janice taught us on the driving course to make sure I wasn't being followed. I treated the girls to ice cream, no one stopped, and no one followed as we left. I also varied my normal route."

"Good, because there was trouble in Hong Kong - one of Catherine's nephews and another associate were killed."

"Crap...okay I'll be doubly careful."

"What's this darling?" Diana held up a small trophy.

"It's a replica of the Vanderbilt Cup, the alumnae association had them made. We had a special presentation at lunchtime, all the team, and the support team like me got one." Abby grinned happily.

"Well that's a lovely souvenir..."

"All the better because it's a school thing and not because of my looks."

"Did you register...?"

"For next year’s yearbook, you bet I did, it's going to be fun."

"Well John says he will give you some tips when he is next over."

"I know. That's just so brilliant."

“Listen, why don’t you go and get changed – Juliette and the others are coming round later to discuss what we’re going to do tomorrow.”

“Oh?  What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“Pay a little visit to someone, pick up a few gems…”

Abby grinned.  “Sounds fun – a little old fashioned larceny.”


8 pm

“All right,” Juliette said as they sat round the room, “what do we know?”

“There is a private viewing of the gems collection tomorrow at the hall,” Heather said as she looked at the laptop, “strictly invitation only, but none of our friends are going.”

“Who is?”

“Friends and client of Complete Confidence and Boronov – including, according to the guest list I saw on their servers, the man himself.”

“How convenient,” Diana purred as she sat with Abby.  “So what do we know?”

“Security is minimal, but discrete,” Heather said.  “Controlled from a security room at the rear of the hall.  Which, of course, makes it very easy for us to take control of the control.”

“So timings?”

“The party begins at seven – Boronov’s diary says he is due to arrive at about nine.”

“So we time our arrival for about nine fifteen,” Juliette said as she sat back.  

“We need some crowd control – I’ll ensure we have some suitable weapons from the store at the farm, and then place an order with Tommy to replace them after disposal.”

“Remember,” Juliette said quietly as she sat with her eyes closed, “we need to be able to get in and get out within thirty minutes, Just load whatever you can into the sacks, while everyone stays down.”

“Think that will satisify your lack of real robbery skills recently,” Heather said as she nudged Jo.

“It will scratch an itch – so when do we meet?”

“Everyone at the farm for six tomorrow – Cari?”

“Babysitter already agreed – And her?”

“If there’s a guard that causes trouble, she’s free to do whatever she desires.”

Carina grinned on the laptop screen – a good night was coming.


Tuesday 10th March
11 am Local Time


"Well I'm glad after out little 'night out' yesterday that we are out here today." Caroline whispered to Natalya as they sat waiting for Dimitri to be satisfied with the lighting outside the Catherine Palace at Tsarskoye Selo.

"Yes it might just be a little noisy and troublesome in St Petersburg today."

"Just a tad..."

"You British and your understatement." Natalya laughed.

The local news and papers had been a little more forthcoming, talking of a massacre at the Europa Bistro perpetrated by three women, killing a number of local businessmen and other diners.  Helen had pointed out that no mention had been made of the actual role of those who died, or to link it to the four deaths the previous night.

“But they know,” Caroline had asked as they ate breakfast.

“They know – everyone is on high alert at all areas.”

"Alright here is the Jameson Bag." Helen called out as she pressed the black leather bag into Caroline's hands.

"The what?"

"Oh that's right no one told you." Helen laughed, "Alice has named this bag in your honour.  It’s going to be the signature product for sales to retailers."

"Miss MacKinnon and I are going to have words." Caroline mumbled.

"She knew you'd be nervous - that's why we were under instructions not to tell you."

"There are times I hate my friends...”  She turned it round and opened it, before saying with a smile “still, it's a beautifully designed bag, just perfect for hauling round all my things."

"I agree." Natalya inspected the bag.

"Alice thought we'd all think that, it's why I have one for each of us, and for the girls in Dimitri's crew." Helen smiled again.

"I like this hidden compartment." Caroline smiled broadly, "Who knows what one can carry in there secretly?"

“Who indeed,” Helen said as Dimitri called over.

“Caroline, we must begin – the weather is not conducive to too much shooting outdoors, and I wish to catch the best of the sunlight.”

“I am all yours, Dimitri,” Caroline said as she stood on the steps, looking to the side as she held the bag over her arm.  “Wonderful, let us work with this,” Dimitri said as he began to shoot…

3 pm local time


"You two still up for a little late night shopping?" Dominique asked while they waited for Dimitri to finish getting set up for the final pictures in the Amber Room.

"If the Weasel was able to get me what I asked for." Helen smiled.

"If he knows what is good for him he will have." Natalya lowered her voice.

"Boronov needs to take a cash hit as well as the manpower hit we've delivered, so a couple of his stores burning to the ground and all that inventory gone should certainly hit his bottom line."  Helen smiled as she considered the prospect.

"By the way Helen I thought you were Silent Death?" Natalya asked.

"Hey every girl has to have a hobby...explosions are mine."

"Happy Dimitri." Caroline asked.

"Not totally darling, this room is so difficult, all that amber color is very hard to prevent from overwhelming the model and the product."

"Well I'm sure you can do it." Caroline paused while Helen played with the silk scarf round her neck deciding on how it looked best.

"I'm glad we chose to dress you in black, at least the silks pop out against that background color." Dimitri looked round. "Do you want to try a few trial shots Caroline?"

"If you want."  She walked over and posed by the marble fireplace as he went to work.

Dimitri started to take pictures, and then went to his computer and downloaded the images.

"NYET!" Dimitri screamed at the top of his voice and stormed out of the room.

"Was it something we did?" Helen asked Caroline.

"No it's technical...that last set of pictures the reflected yellows made me look like I had jaundice." Caroline slumped in her chair. "This is going to take longer then we thought."

"I had better tell Weasel to drive out here and meet us, not in town." Natalya reached for her phone.

"That might be wise, we are going to be here quite a while yet."

Suddenly Caroline's phone rang.

"Hello Shirley," she recognized the deep voice instantly. "No we are hung up in the Amber Room doing the silks...No lighting and technical difficulties...yes we will still be going out later...sounds good...they did learn a lot didn't they? ...You can tell me more later please...Before you go though Shirley is John there? ...Why? ...I think Dimitri could do with talking to a fellow expert...yes...Oh hi John, it's Caroline, we are having some problems, can you talk to Dimitri? ...Thank you...hold on I'll call him....Dimitri. It's John Hammond on the phone." Caroline smiled as the two photographers started talking about filters, lenses and the other aspects of their magic.

“So what do we know?”

“They have Surok,” Caroline whispered, “and our tech group has access to their servers.  Such a lot of wonderful information – such as his three most profitable stores in this city.  Ladies, we are going shopping for furs and boots – using my card.”

“And we get to leave a present behind?”

“And we get to leave a present behind.”

“John, you are a miracle worker – I thank you a thousand times a thousand,” Dimitri said as he adjusted the filters on his lights, and then said “Caroline – a moment please.”

“Here we go again,” she said as she walked over and allowed the photographer to take some shots, and then go back to his computer.  “Yes, that is better, much better,” he said, “come we do this now.”



7 pm Local Time

“And we are done,” Dimitri finally said.  “Caroline, my dear, I will meet you tomorrow in your hotel to review the portfolio with your staff.”

“I look forward to that,” Caroline said as she came back out.

“Do you need transport back?”

“No – we have booked a car to take us to a small lakeside restaurant, but thank you for the offer.”

Dimitri bowed and walked off, the three girls watching as Helen completed her packing.

“Make sure these are returned to the hotel,” she said to the assistants as Natalya looked at her phone.

“He’s outside,” she said as they walked out, The Weasel standing by the black car in a dark suit, white shirt, dark tie and black eye.

“Oh dear,” Caroline said, “did you get into a fight, my dear boy?”

“You damn well know I did,” he replied as he put on some dark glasses.

“Did you get the presents?”

“In the boot – where to first ladies?”

“Boronov Furs – I’m in the mood for a new ermine coat…”



9.30 pm local time
St Petersburg


“Oh I have to have these,” Helen said as she tried on the brown high leather boots, feeling the fur lining hug her skin as she walked round.

“They suit you, especially with that soft burgundy leather dress,” Natalya said as she slipped on her shoes, and handed the black over the knee boots to the assistant.

“Then I will take them,” Helen said as she slipped them off and handed them over to the second assistant.

“Have all our purchases sent to our suite at the Four Seasons,” Caroline said as she signed the chitty.

“Of course Miss Jameson – and thank you for favouring our store with your custom.”

“It was our pleasure,” Caroline said as the assistants walked off.  “Right, time we went back to our hotel.”

“One minute,” Helen said as she put her bag on her shoulder, “I need to visit the little women’s room.”

As she walked off, Natalya looked out of the store window.  “Look at it – I barely remember the days before Gorbachev, but my father and grandmother would tell me of the bare streets, the empty stores.  Now look – we are as much a monument to the decadent West as New York or London in their day.”

“Would you have it return to the old ways?”

Natalya said nothing, but shook her head.  “Change is good – so long as it is done for the right reasons.”

“And do you believe we act for the right reasons?”

She nodded again “and for personal revenge – I am still Russian after all.”

Caroline nodded as Helen came back.  “All done?”

“I am – shall we head back and order something from room service?”

“Sounds good – I have a call to make anyway.”


8 pm GMT
London


Shirley sat in her penthouse, a glass of wine by her side as she logged into the secure system.

“Good evening Dominique, ladies,” she said as she looked at the video call, “I understand the shoot has gone very well.”

“Indeed Madame – and I understand Heather has discovered new information we have been able to use.”

“She has – some of which is most disturbing.  It appears Boronov has been using blood diamonds as well – amongst other things.”

“Such as?”

“A number of brothels in Hong Kong for one thing.”

“So what is the plan,” Helen said as she looked over.

“The actions we have taken so far have dealt a blow to him.  His computer hacking network has been crippled, and you have with one blow ended both the hijacking of our furs, and also dismantled much of the upper echelons of his internal security.  Now we deal with the heart of the problem.  A coordinated attack on his financial setup.”

“What will happen?”

“You have played your part.  At the same time, Catherine will attack and shut down his brothels, Charlotte is using the information to liberate the diamond mines, and the ladies in New York will rob the exhibition and steal the Prince of Siam.

“There is one other issue – it turns out Surok is Boronov’s nephew.  He has proven valuable, but he needs to be terminated.”

Dominique nodded as Natalya said “who will deliver that blow?”

“It is time for Angel to prove she can do this.”

“Anna?  She has only just become part of our group – are you sure?”

“I discussed it briefly with the ladies – they are in agreement.”

Dom looked at the other two women, and nodded.

“Okay - we do this right, we deliver Boronov a death blow financially.” Madame continued as she looked into the computer screen.

“The loss of the three St Petersburg stores will be pretty bad, their legitimate trading profits, plus the fact he uses them to launder a huge segment of his illegal income, that’s going to be a hard hit to swallow.”

“Agreed Helen – are the devices primed?”

“They are due to go off at 4 am local time, 1 am your time, 8 pm EST.”

“Equally the insurance payout on the Prince of Siam will be immense Madame,” Natalya said.

“Hopefully bankrupting his insurance business, and after that happens we will ransom it back at a reasonable price to its owners.”

“Add to that the actions of Catherine against his allies in Hong Kong, and Charlotte’s team’s action against his illegal diamond operation in Africa…”

“Then hopefully Boronov will find himself without a rouble to his name, and we can rely on his competitors and compatriots to take advantage of the situation and fight over the scraps.” Madame smiled.

“Everything depends on timing though Madame.” Dominique paused. “Is everyone sure of their timing?  He must get an avalanche of bad news so that he doesn’t know which problem to confront first.”

“As someone we know well Dominique says ‘the bovine excrement will hit the whirling blades all at one time’.”

Dominique nodded as she thought things over.  “The only thing I’m not totally happy with is Anna terminating the nephew, the hacker.”

“He cannot be allowed to live Dominique, and from the report from Heather regarding her role in his interrogation, it seems fitting she should be the one.”

“As always Madame I bow to your judgment.”

“You deliver the first blow – Catherine and Charlotte move thirty minutes later, and the ladies strike at 9 pm EST.  Illyana will be in place as an invited guest to gauge their reaction.”

“How did she manage to obtain an invitation?”

“The Hidden Hand can arrange all.”

Dominique smiled as she said “then we go.  I wish you good luck Madame.”

“And you Dominique.  We will talk tomorrow.”



Wednesday 11th March
4 am Local Time
St Petersburg


The patrol car was slowly driving down the road, the two officers looking round as the passed the front of Boronov Furs.  As the vehicle moved on, in the back of the store the acid from the package had slowly eaten through the gas pipes, the contents slowly filling the floor space before the two metallic elements were forced together.

“Kakogo cherta ...” the driver suddenly called out as the fireball exploded from the front of the store, sending glass and masonry flying as the store caught fire.  He executed a handbrake turn and parked, the two officers looking on as his companion radioed in the explosion.

They then heard the second explosion…


Five streets away, the bomb secreted in the fitting room of the luxury fashion store exploded, sending the burning liquid flying through the store area as the material went up in flame.

In the third store, the explosion ripped through the wall and exposed the gas main, sending a plume of flame high into the sky as the building started to collapse around them.

In the main police control room, the camera operators stared in disbelief at the sights in their screens, one of them saying “YA dumal, chto posledniye dva dnya byli postel'nyye dostatochno” as he stared at the screen.

“Pozharnyye nakhodyatsya na stsene - net nichego, chto oni mogut sdelat'”

“Der'mo - kto delayet eto?”

“Net chertovski ideya - no Boronov ne budut rady ...”



9 am Local Time
Hong Kong


The morning rush hour was in full motion as the two black vans pulled up outside the non-descript building.  As the back doors opened, two men in black overalls stepped out and set up a tent, going inside and starting their appointed task.

A third man, dressed in a smart suit, shirt and tie, stepped out of the van a few minutes later and walked up to the front door of the building.  Pressing the doorbell, he waited a few moments before the door was opened and he was admitted.

The man who opened the door was a tall, well built gentleman wearing an ill fitting jacket, who looked at the new arrival as the woman at the desk said “Good morning Sir – who do you have an appointment with?”

“Allow me to show you,” he said as he pulled out a silenced pistol and shot the second man, his body dropping to the floor noiselessly as the woman stared at him.

“If I was you,” the man said as he walked over and opened the main door, “I would run.

“Now.”

She did not need to be told twice as she ran out of the door, and a group of black clad and masked people came in.

“Spread out, secure the building, kill all who resist,” the smartly dressed man said as the group moved past the entrance.  He waited a few moments, hearing the screams before he moved in.

“Take the women into one room,” he said as the masked people herded a group of scantily dressed Chinese women along the corridor, and looked in, seeing the dead bodies in each room.

Nodding, he walked through a set of double doors at the end of the corridor, looking round the casino floor as three of the masked people herded croupiers and gamblers against the wall.

“It would appear we have two businesses going on,” he said quietly as his cell phone went off.

“Good morning Mistress – how goes the attack on the other fronts?

“Indeed – we have found one as well.

“I understand – we will do as you ask.”

Ending the call, he looked at the masked intruders and nodded.  The women were brought over to him as he said “Join the others outside – we have other employment opportunities for you.”

As the women were escorted out, he looked at the men and nodded, turning and walking away as they cowered…


2 am Local Time
Mazengwe


The dirt track leading up to the mine was quiet, still and dark, offering no relief for the guards positioned either side of the track and entrance.  Night watch duty was always the worst, unless one of the workers tried to use it as a cover to escape.  If that happened, they had carte blanche to do what they wanted with them.  Sadly, the lesson had been learned, so for these four it was promising to be another long, boring night.

They never heard them, never even sensed them until the covered hands went over their mouths, and the long thin knives were pushed into their backs, piercing their hearts and killing them instantly.  Their dead bodies were laid gently onto the forest floor, as their attackers moved on and round.

In the tented village, the mine boss was sleeping in his tent, confident in the security of his mine, and of the workers keeping in their places in the mine entrance.  He didn’t hear the cries as his men were brought down one by one, or the muted talking outside his tent.

The first he heard of what was happening was when somebody poke him in the side, and he turned to see who it was, opening his eyes before he prepared to give them a piece of his mind.

What he saw instead were three females, dressed in black with hoods over their heads, one of whom had a shotgun pressed into his side while the other two held large machetes in their hands.

Machetes that had been in the hands of his guards.

“Up,” the armed woman said as she poked him again, the man slowly rising as he was pushed out of the tent and into the open area.  As he came out, the first thing he saw were the bodies of his guards on the ground.

The second was the mine workers, standing and staring at him with unmitigated hate in their eyes.

And the third was a small, red headed European woman standing in front of him, a gun in her hands as she stared back.

“Listen, and listen well,” she called out in their language, “I am one of those who fought to free you from the tyranny of Kimba, and I promised those we freed then we would not abandon you.  When word reached us of what had happened, we took action – and we are here now to tell you we continue to support and fight beside you.

“Your liberators fight in the name of those who cannot return, and give you this mine to run, and feed yourselves and your families.  You will not see them, but they will protect you – and those who profited from your misery are paying the price tonight.

“All of them.”

As she spoke, more figures in black appeared from the trees, encircling the encampment as the boss was pushed towards the workers.  They picked up rocks, abandoned knives, and whips as the figures encircled them and the boss screamed.

“Medical and food supplies will arrive at dawn,” the redhead said to the armed woman, “I ask you to stay until they come, and then you may fade.”

“We will do this for The Strength and The Soul.”

“I thank you on their behalf,” the redhead said as she bowed, and walked to the waiting jeep, the headlights piercing the night as she drove off.  



Tuesday 10th March
8 pm EST
The Russian Art Pavilion


Illyana walked round the displays, her grey silk dress moving in soft waves as she sipped her champagne and looked around.  As she had suspected, the guests were of the great and good of New York Russian society, but her eye was especially drawn to the two men holding court at the far end of the room.

One was large, both in height and in breadth, wearing a tailored grey suit with a white silk shirt and a grey tie.  Boronov was laughing and joking as he talked to the ladies, the two armed guards with him discretely keeping watch.

The second was dark haired, darker skinned, and seemed to have his cell phone glued to his ear as she talked rapidly.  Karl Mueller was obviously conducting business, and as she walked past she caught him saying “I politsiya uvereny, chto eto bylo tri zhenshchiny? Mozhet byt' to zhe samoye tri kotoryy ostanovil ugon?”

“Ladno, derzhite menya v kurse.”

“Smart man,” she thought as she made her way round, and glanced at her watch, “and now begins the fun…”

She stopped to admire the massive Prince of Siam ruby, the red jewel nested in a gold cloth cushion and with a Complete Confidence guard standing by it.  He yawned as she looked on, something she took as an encouragement as she saw Mueller take his cell phone out.  Positioning herself, she heard Boronov say “Of course, I paid the man handsomely for the inconvenience, but she was truly a beautiful woman.”

“Ty uveren? Vse tri?

Boronov turned as he heard this and looked at Mueller.  “What is it,” he said in English, his aide blanching a little as he put his phone away.

“Forgive us, ladies, gentlemen, I need to talk to Mister Boronov alone,” Mueller said as he took the large Russian to one side and whispered in his ear.

“All three of them?  Destroyed beyond repair?  Stock and all?”

“I regret to say that is the case sir – our agents are trying to find out what happened.”

“It has to be the trio – whoever they are, they are highly skilled and highly trained.  We must find them and eliminate them.”

“And we shall, but with the unfortunate passing of your brother…”

“Moy brat byl bumblign olukh, i yego trusom syna nemnogo luchshe.”

“My naydem Sergeya i prinesti yemu bezopasnoye spinoy k vashey grudi...”

The ringing of his cell phone made Mueller stop as he took it out and answered it.  “Strike two,” Illyana thought to herself as she walked round the rest of the exhibition, admiring the ornate jewelry and other items.

She glanced over to see Mueller put his phone away, and then whisper again into Boronov’s ear.

“ALL OF THEM,” he roared as he looked at his chief accountant, who merely nodded before he said “Please, Ivan, you must keep calm…”

Boronov slowly nodded, adjusted his toe and said “My apologies, ladies and gentlemen, please ignore my outburst.  I just heard my brother had died, and – well, they say bad news comes in threes.”

“Oh you have no idea,” Illyana said as she checked her watch again, and went to a waiter, taking a second glass of champagne.

At the rear of the building, a dark SUV pulled up, the windows blacked out.  For a few minutes, there was no movement, there was no movement, before the side door opened and two women got out.  They were wearing long black fur coats, and long leather boots as well as the gloves, while a black scarf was visible under the front of the coat.  Their faces seemed obscured, their short black hair pressed down by something as they walked to the door and opened it – three shots later, the side of the van opened again and six more women walked out, carrying shotguns, bags and determined faces.



Mueller was shaking as he said into his cell phone “Who are you?”

“Unimportant,” the female South African voice said, “just tell your boss the mine is under new ownership, and any previous business arrangement with the owners is terminated with immediate effect.”

“I’m telling you, little missy, you are messing with the wrong man?”

“OH you think so?  Kimba thought that too – what happened to him?  Pass on the message.”

Trembling, he ended the call and whispered into Boronov’s ear “Almaznyy rudnik v Mazengwe - on byl prinyat, I oni razorvali kontakt.”

There was no mistaking his anger now as he bellowed “Kto neset otvetstvennost' za eto? Kto obidel do takoy stepeni, chto oni sochtut eto neobkhodimym? Eto mest’, chistaya I prostaya...”

“YA ne znayu, no ya budu uznat' pravdu, i ya budu...”

The sound of the automatic rifle firing into the air made all turn round, as seven women, dressed in black fur, black boots, black gloves, black scarves and black stockings over their heads, stood in the doorway.

“Good evening, mother fucking whores,” the one at the front of the group said, “My name is Miss Panther, and we are the Pussycat Gang.  I strongly urge you to drop to the floor and lie down, or your shit filled lives are about to come to a very messy and explosive end.”

“You heard the lady, dahlins,” Miss Tigress called out as she fired a round of bullets into the air, “all of you fine people, get on your fucking bellies, NOW!”
Anna and the Prince of Siam - part 4
Madame deals a series of blows to Boronov across the world...
Loading...
Mature Content Filter is On
(Contains: sexual themes and violence/gore)
9 am EST
The Carlton home


“Well I guess I’m now an accessory to murder and kidnapping.” Doc whispered to herself as she read the newspaper reports of the previous evening’s events.  One article talked of a double slaying at a bar in Little Odessa, and another of a man being snatched at gunpoint off the Brooklyn streets.

That the Pussycats sometimes acted in the interests of Madame X’s organization had initially surprised her, but given the mutual benefits accruing to the pooling of talent within the New York area it made perfect sense to her now.

She might never know the exact purpose of last night’s operation, but it pleased her that she’d been regarded well enough to play even a small role in the affair.


8 pm Local Time
The Four Seasons


Caroline, Natalya and Helen slipped out of the VIP entrance and looked round.  Caroline was wearing a leather jacket, black jeans and mid length leather boots, while Natalya had on a black fleece and leggings.  Helen wore a dark grey hooded top and trousers, with short heel boots on her feet.  She also carried a canvas bag.

“Where is he,” Natalya said as a car came round the corner and stopped in front of them, The Weasel getting out from behind the driver’s wheel.

“Well – I said I would find you suitable transport,” he said as he closed the door, “what do you think?”

"You know Weasel,” Caroline said quietly, “your idea of an inconspicuous car and mine don't exactly mesh."

"Hey Dominique, this is St Petersburg, three beautiful girls like you wouldn't be seen dead in anything else."

"I don't know." Helen shook her head at the scarlet BMW, "We are going to be standing out like sore thumbs."

"I'll toss you for who gets to kill him right now." Natalya got a coin out.

"Hey pretty ladies, there's no reason to over react here," he said as he held his hands up.

"Heads." Helen called as Natalya flipped the coin.

"Heads it is, he's all yours Helen."

"I'm going to enjoy this," Helen smiled as she pulled a length of high strength wire out of her watch.

"Now ladies...LADIES!" the Weasel screamed as Helen grabbed him.

"I do have another car, a nice black Skoda."

"Keep talking." Dominique smiled as Helen held the wire to the man’s neck.

“I’ll – I’ll take you to it.”

“Good – and remember, Weasel, Helen really is not happy with you.  Get in – and drive carefully.”




10 pm

Dom looked out from the front of the car.  “The lorry should be here any minute,” she said quietly, “and you think it likely they will hit here?”

“It is the most logical place,” Natalya said as a car drove past, and then pulled in.  “In fact, I believe that is them now.”

“Helen?”

“Gone,” she whispered as the car door opened and closed, while Dom reached up and pulled the rim of her hat down, covering her head so that only her eyes and mouth showed.  She glanced at Natalya, who had also pulled her mask down, and watched as a set of headlights appeared and grew brighter.

“Showtime,” she whispered as the lorry approached, and two men stepped out of the car, brandishing shotguns as they stood in front of the van.  It screeched to a halt, as Dom and Natalya slipped out of the car and walked over, drawing their guns as they did so.

“OUT!!!”  They heard one of the armed men order the driver, who jumped down from the cab, his hands raised.

“Hey, asshole,” Natalya called out in Russian, and as the man turned she fired a shot from the Magnum, hitting his arm and making him drop his weapon.

“You fucking bitch,” the second man said as he turned, but before he could raise his gun an arrow went through his throat, and he dropped to the ground, gurgling before he keeled over.

Two more men got out of the car, but they stood still as Helen appeared, walking towards them as Dominique walked to the wounded man.

“Watch,” she said as she turned his head, forcing him to watch as Helen pirouetted and landed her left foot in the stomach of one of the men, and threw a shirouken into the hand of the second man.  He let go of the pistol and dropped to his knees, holding his wrist before Helen jumped and drove the toe of her boot into his throat, crushing his larynx.

“You…”  The other man raised his gun, only to fall as Dom shot him in the head.  The three women then walked over and stood in front of the wounded man.

“Are you… Are you going to kill me as well?”

“No, you will deliver a message to your employer.  Tell him the raids are over, or it will be him next, understand?”

“But he will kill me…”

“Not my problem,” Dominique said as Natalya hit him on the head, sending him sprawling.  “Are you all right,” she said as she looked at the driver.

As he nodded, Natalya said “I will ride with you for the remainder of the journey.  My friends will follow.”

They climbed into the truck, as Helen quickly checked the wallets of the hijackers.

“All work at the same branch of Neritko.”

“Well isn’t that interesting?  Would you like to go and pay them a visit while I follow Natalya, and then we’ll swing by and pick you up?”

“It will be a pleasure,” Helen said as she backed up, disappearing into the night as the truck moved off.  She got behind the wheel of the car, and smiled as she set off, following the truck on the route.



9 pm GMT
London


“Hey, you sure you’re all right,” John said as Shirley sat in the chair, swirling her brandy round.

“I’m fine,” she said with a smile as she looked over, “just wondering about…”

She looked at her mobile phone as it went off, and said “excuse me a moment,” heading to the kitchen.

“Caroline?”

“All well, Madame.  Three hijackers dead, and the fourth left to deliver a message.”

“And the other suspicion?”

“I’m watching Helen drive a truck out of the storage facility now – we’ll get it to the shippers.  Phase 1 completed.”

“Excellent – enjoy the shoot tomorrow, and I will talk to you later.”

“Everything all right,” John said as she put her phone away.

“It is now,” she said as she turned and put her arms round her neck, looking into his eyes.  “That house in Chelsea – like it?”

“Needs some work, but it would be good.”

“Let’s talk about it over dinner – I’m starving.”

3 pm EST
The Farm


“I never thought I’d be back here so quickly,” Doc said as she applied the lipstick, “but why do you need me?”

“One of the secrets to success in this business is making sure the right people are in the right place at the right time,” Heather said as she adjusted the short red wig on her head.  “In this case, downstairs we have a sixteen year old boy who is very scared, and unsure of where he is.  The one thing we know of him is he is Surok, which means he is about to meet his idol.”

“You?”

“Me,” Heather said as she pulled on the white go-go boots, and stood up, smoothing down her satin hot pants before pulling on a pair of soft black leather gloves.  “He idolizes the Hidden Hand, so she is going to have a nice little chat with him – and she needs help.  So you are about to become the new, improved, re-focused Angel.”

“Sounds fun,” Doc said as she pulled up the leather bustier top of her dress, and then pulled up her leather boots.  “So how do we play this?”

“By first disguising our voices,” Heather said as she picked up a jeweled choker, and fastened it round her neck.  “Put this on.”

Doc took the leather choker, and fastened it so that the brooch settled over her throat.

“Now what?”

“Press the sides, and follow me.”




The young man stood up as the door to the room was unlocked, and then stared at the two women who came in.  The tall, thin redhead was wearing a pair of red satin hotpants with a matching blouse, the front tied under her chest to reveal her midriff, and knee length white leather boots.  The smaller girl had black hair, and wore a black leather strapless dress and knee length boots with a four inch heel.  Both women wore leather gloves, as well as chokers around their necks.

"Well now, how did a nice boy like you end up working for an organisation like that?" Heathers voice modified by the component in her diamond choker was deep and seductive.

"You co-operate with us and we will see you are protected and looked after." Doc sounded a little like Marilyn Monroe.

“I… I have no idea what you are talking about…”

“Oh come,” Doc said as she walked forward, Heather closing the door behind her, “our friends visited the bar you were being kept in last night, you ran out, and another group of friends collected you and brought you here.  We know who you were working for…”

He could feel the cold swat on his palms as he said "How do I know you won't just kill me?"

"Now do we look like killers?" Doc purred.

“Frankly – yes.”

“Well, perhaps we should introduce ourselves,” Heather said, “my friend is known as Angel, and as for myself,” she said as she stood in front of him, “they call me The Hidden Hand.”

He sat down hard on the bed, panting hard as he looked at them.  “You… You are Van Gogh?”

“You know, Angel,” Heather purred, “One day I will lose that name.”

“Still, it must be nice for him to meet his hero – is it nice to meet me, Surok, or is there another name you will prefer?”

“Who is…?"

“Listen, youngster,” Doc said as she sat next to him, her hand on his knee, “we know who you are, and we know what you did.  That’s why you’re talking to us instead of someone more – aggressive.”

He gulped as he felt the gloved hand on his thigh, and looked round.

"Darling are we disturbing you." Heather laughed as she let the boy sense her perfume, that rich seductive smell that she knew drove Sandy wild.

“What…  What do you want from me, Mistress Hand?”

“Now isn’t that nice, he called me Mistress.”  Heather could not believe she was doing this, with this young man.

"We just want to know why you were hacking into the Xavier Industries computers?" Doc stroked the boy’s cheek with her black gloved hand.

“Whose?”

“Let me try a different way of asking the same question,” Heather said, “why did you write the virus that allowed your employer to use home computers as a hacking tool?”

“It was a challenge,” he said with a smile.  “And it worked – they were very happy.  They even brought me to this country as a reward.”

“I can understand that,” Doc said quietly as she looked in his eyes.

“Are all the girls here like you?  The only one I have seen since then is the wife of the bar owner.”

“Oh you poor thing,” Heather said as she looked at him, “you must have been so lonely.”

“Why…  why did those women kill my minders?”

“Well, this is the problem,” Doc said as she turned his head to look at her.  “One of the companies you hacked is run by someone who does not like being robbed.  They have employed our services to strike back at your clients, as part of a wider operation.”

“Oh my god…”

“Oh don’t worry darling,” Heather purred as she moved her hand between the boy’s legs, “I always wanted to meet an admirer, and I believe in sharing, don’t you, Surok?”

“Yes,” he whispered as he started to sweat again.

"I want full details on passwords for accessing the Borisov computer networks." Heather squeezed the boy’s scrotum in her hand, the black of her gloves against the pink of his skin as she hurt him and at the same time excited him.

“BUUUTTTT they will find me, they will kill me…”

“And if you do not help us, young man, it could be worse for you.  If you do, we will offer you total protection, and new employment in a productive place.”

Doc watched Heather closely, fascinated at the way she was playing the femme fatale.  As she looked at the young man, however, she realized this was an area she could help with.

"Why do I think you are a virgin darling?" Doc purred the words.

"Ummmh."

“What makes you think that, Angel,” Heather said as she looked at the younger woman.

“Look at him,” she said, “he’s sweating, unsure of what he is meant to do.  I’m willing to bet he has never ever been kissed.”

To his complete surprise, Doc leaned over and kissed him, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils as he tentatively tried to kiss her back.

“I was right – although you are a natural kisser,” Doc said as she stepped back.

“I could tell,” Heather said as she removed her hand and looked at him.

“I think we need to try a more – fundamental approach,” Doc said as she stood back, and reached behind her.  The boy looked stunned as Doc slipped out of her dress.

"If you are a good boy and tell us all we want to know you'll get a prize...ME!"

"You mean...?"

"I do, you co-operate and tell us all we want to know and I'll fuck your brains out." Doc smiled as she saw his crotch jump involuntarily at her words.

Heather watched as he shivered, and licked his lips, before he said “I’ll tell you everything.”

“That’s a good boy,” Heather said as Doc moved behind him, kneeling on the bed as she started to nibble his ear, “the passwords?”

“You have to get past the firewalls, the security measures…”

“Darling,” Heather purred, “I am the Hidden Hand.  You have admired me for a long time – do you think a little thing like firewalls will bother me?”

She watched as he closed his eyes and sighed, and then shook his head.

“No – so tell us what we need to know…”

“You need… O Bozhe…  You need a three level password.”

“Level one,” Heather said, and as Surok gave it Doc kissed his neck.

With the level two password, she pushed him onto the bed and started to unbutton his shirt while he moaned.

And with level three, she kissed his chest as her hand moved between his legs.

“YA vam vse rasskazhu, prosto prodolzhat' delat’, chto mne,” he called out as he moved in response to her touch.  Doc reached round and unfastened her bra, removing it as she said “Now, tell us about the fail-safe, and you get to touch these.  Tell us all we need to know, and you can do whatever you want to them.”

His eyes widened as he stared talking, Heather taking notes as best she could as his talking turned to moaning as he placed his hands on Doc’s chest.

“I think I can leave you to ask the rest of the questions,” Heather said as she stood up.  “I will leave the recorder here.”

“Now,” Doc said as she leaned down and kissed his neck, “tell me all about the hidden files…”




Heather sat in the kitchen and looked at the screen, listening to the conversation until she could do no more and turned away.  She stood at the sink, collecting her thoughts before she picked up her cell phone.



"Now how can I tell if you are lying to me or not?" the teenage femme fatale whispered in the boys ear.

"I'm not..."

"Well tell me your real name, where you are from, who recruited you, what they exactly what wanted you to do, and why you think they wanted it?" Anna rubbed her own hands over her dripping slit as she looked at the boy.  “Don’t I look attractive to you?”

She looked at the bulge in his pants as he slowly nodded.

“Don’t you want to be a real man?”

"Well little boy are you going to tell the sexy lady?" Heather whispered as she came back in.

"He might in a minute." Anna stood up.

"What are you doing?" Heather whispered as the younger girl kissed her hard on the lips.

“Look,” Doc whispered into her ear, “I know you love Sandy, but we do a lesbian bit, this kids balls are going to hurt so bad, he'll tell me anything."

"Okay here goes nothing." Heather caressed Doc's breasts with her gloved hands, feeling her own excitement rise as the younger girl moaned.

“Sergei – my name is Sergei, and I come from St Petersburg.”

“Good Sergei – now, why did they recruit you?”

“I was in an orphanage – I liked to hack computer systems, and one night I hacked theirs.  They traced me, picked me off the street, threatened to…”  He moaned as he watched Doc kiss Heather’s neck and put her hand between her legs.

“Yes,” Doc said as she looked at him.

“To kill me if I did not do to others what I did to them.  I created the Surok virus, and it went on the e-mail network…”

“And embedded in a network of home computers,” Heather gasped as Doc unfastened her blouse and started to kiss her chest.  “I have wiped the virus – they will not be able to use it again.  So they wanted the information of other companies for?”

“To put their competitors out of business – oh god Mueller will kill me now…”

Doc looked at Sergei, and walked over, unzipping and pulling his pants down now.  “oh – very nice,” she said as she stroked his member, and kissed the tip with her lips, before she knelt in front of him and started to suck.

“Do you want to go back to him,” Heather said, Sergei closing his eyes and shaking his head as he moaned.

“Enjoy your reward,” she purred as she stood back, Doc purring as she brought him on with her lips, and then pulled back, smacking her lips as she said “We need to put some protection on you…  But first, what did they promise you?”

“Freedom – a place in Mueller’s team.  But I do not want that now…”

“Tell us why he targeted Xavier International?”

“He saw theeeemmmm as a threat – wanted to eliminate them, so he made me direct the network to their systems.  Get their shipping schedules and the security bids…”

“Did you find anything else,” Heather asked.

“NOOOOOOOO”

"Is that everything?" Doc asked as she straddled the young man, licking her lips at the feel of his large penis rubbing up against her.

"Yes...that's everything....PLEASE....NOW....YOU PROMISED!"

Doc laughed throatily as she carefully inserted the boy in herself, sliding down on his pole, letting him feel what it was like inside a woman.

“Bolshe…” Sergei moaned as he felt the grip of Angel’s body on him, and the throbbing as she started to move.

"Ride him Angel." Heather laughed as Angel rose up, then sunk down on the cock again, her eyes closed as she pleasured herself.

"That's the way to do it." Angel's words came in short breaths while she noticed Heather starting to masturbate herself.

“Please…”

"Up, down...Up, DOWN!" Angel started to fuck herself hard on the young man’s engorged member.

“Chto ty delayesh' dlya menya,” Sergei moaned loudly as he felt the pressure start to build in himself.

“No, enjoy this, let me feel you – AAHHHHHH!”

Angel felt her orgasm start to flow as Sergei called out “Sladkiy milost' , chto proiskhodit so mnoy” and then gasped, arching his back as he started to cum, Angel throwing her head back and screaming as well.

She was joined by a third scream, as Heather came too, the three of them gasping as the sensations washed over them.

“There now, young man,” Doc said as she moved off him, “wasn’t that a lovely reward?”

“Yes,” he whispered as he looked at both of them.

“Take a moment, we will have food brought to you,” Heather said as the two women walked out, and to the bedroom.  Doc sat on the bed while Heather went to talk to the babysitter, and then came back in.

“Holy…   Is that how it feels for you when you are working?”

“Yeah,” Heather said with a sigh, “and we got the information we need.  Forgive me for leaving when I did  - it’s not a role I play very well.”

“Somehow, I think you play it well with the right partner,” Doc said as she looked at Heather.  “But my god – that rush…”

“It must always be looked at as a bonus to the achievement, not the achievement itself – otherwise you lose focus.  Lesson for today, young padwan.  Now, get cleaned up and changed – the Hand needs your technical help.”





4 pm EST
Upper West Side


Illyana looked up as Sandy, Diana and Juliette came in.

“Thank you all for coming,” she said as Susan closed the door and sat down.  “Madame has asked that I talk with you and brief you on the current situation.”

“The girls are taking some additional driving lessons with Janice today,” Diana said as she sat down.

“Carina will talk to Annie later,” Juliette said as the young teacher brought in a tray of coffee mugs, Clint closing the door behind her.

“Very well then – based on the material we have retrieved from our two visits in the US, and what happened earlier this evening in St Petersburg, I am confirming that Madame is engaged in a heated discussion with a branch of the Russian Mafia.”

“Oh wonderful,” Diana said with a wry smile, “this just became very interesting.  Do we have any idea which family?”

“The Boronov branch of the Bratva,” Illyana said.  “When I saw the tattoos in the bar the other night, I saw three of the men had a sickle with a number of dots in the curve – that is their sign.”

“So how are they organized?”

“Boronov himself is the Pakhan – the Capote if you will.  He had four main leaders under him, two based in Russia and two in the US.  I am fairly certain the group that had interfered with Madame’s shipments were some of the Russian Brigadier’s men.  The shipments have now been retrieved.”

“So how does this Surok and Complete Confidence tie into the group,” Sandy said.

“Although there are four main group leaders under Boronov,” Illyana said, “there are two others you need to be aware of – known as the Sovietnik and the Kassir.”

“And they are?”

“The Consigliore and the bookkeeper, if you will.  The Sovietnik is responsible for security, the Kassir the money flow.  For Boronov, the Kassir is one Karl Mueller – German father, Ukrainian mother.”

“And the CEO of Complete Confidence,” Susan added as she sipped her coffee.

“Okay – that explains that angle.  Aren’t they responsible for security for the Prince of Siam show?”

“Indeed – we suspect they outbid us because they knew what Caroline had assessed the risk and cost as.

“Last night, you noticed the men had one or two dots in the sickle.  One represents the grunt worker – called the Shestyorka or more simply the six.  Two is a Boevik – they have earned a place of trust and respect, but don’t lead unless directed to.”

“So this Mueller will have been responsible for the hacking?”

“Almost certainly – and I understand someone is talking to Surok to confirm this.  Our difficulty now is that the Sovietnik will get involved, and things could get messy.”

“They have never dealt with us before,” Diana said quietly.

“That is to your advantage – Madame feels your anonymity, despite some of you being in the bar yesterday, is the saving grace.  Which is why she asks your help with a job – and yours Annie.”

“Oh – what’s the job?”

“Steal the Prince of Siam as part of a robbery of the gallery – but not to keep or sell.  It is too much of a national treasure for that.”

“A bargaining chip then?”

“Precisely – in the meantime, I suggest caution.  Be armed at all times – do not follow the same routes to and from familiar places, and check you are not being followed.”

“By any chance, were the schematics of the gallery floor and the security plans amongst the things you retrieved, Annie?”

“Why my dear Juliette, I thought you would never ask,” Annie said as she laid some plans on the coffee table.  “Shall we have a look?”

As they looked at the plans, Sandy heard her cell phone ring and stepped out.

“Hello lover – how goes it?”

“We’re getting the information – Doc is proving especially persuasive.”

“Oh – how?”

“Do me a favour, Sandy – hold me tonight, all night.”

“What happened?  Did she upset you?”

“No – I just need you to hold me tonight.  Please.”





Monday 9th March
11 am Local Time



"That looks wonderful Caroline,” Dimitri Amkov said with a smile as Caroline stood on the wall of the Peter and Paul Fortress, her hair blowing in the wind, dressed in the camel coat and boots, but with the soft as butter leather gloves and shoulder-bag that Huntingdown's were producing fully on display.

"Looking good Caroline." Helen shouted to encourage her, as she prepped the items for their next setup.

"It is a great pity this is strictly for trade publications," Dimitri mentioned as he hopped up to change his angle, looking very fit for a man his age, "these would look good in the glossies as you call them."

"Well if we sell enough of them, we can come back and do a real fashion shoot Dimitri." Natalya spoke as she answered the phone.

"That would be nice." Dimitri hopped down.  “Okay, for this selection, we are done.  Helen what is next?"

"The fur hats and the clutch."

"Okay Caroline, wardrobe and makeup change darling."

"Dimitri, that was Catherine she's okayed you doing some pics to release to the local media publicizing that Caroline is in the city."

"Good," the old gentleman smiled again.

"I'll start making the phone calls, at least that will get them off my back." Natalya looked happy.

Caroline smiled as she entered the caravan to change, impressed at how well the girls were acting their covers.

She removed the coat, hanging it on the rack as she slipped into the fur coat and slipped out again.

“Perfect for the time of year,” Dimitri said as Helen put on the fur hat and handed over the clutch bag.  “Now, just over here please…”

9 am GMT
Xavier International


“Good morning Shirley,” Penny said as she came in, “you look a lot happier today?”

“I am – we have retrieved the vast majority of the fur shipments, shut down the hacking network, and also we have Surok under our tender care.”

“So good news?”

“We expect the backlash, however – but Juliette and the ladies have a plan for that, which will be executed in the next 48 hours.”

“Do they require our assistance?”

“No – we need to support the Russian team…”


2 pm Local Time


"Okay I win the lottery I'm getting an apartment designed to look just like this room." Helen looked round adoringly at the vast salon.

"The glories of the Winter Palace," Dimitri nodded. "Alright Caroline by the window please, and remember it's the gloves and shoes we are pushing, not the gown."

"Gotcha." Caroline said as she walked over, her cream silk gown rustling in the movement as she posed by the line of windows.

"Sonya I'm getting a reflection."

"Sorry Boss," the makeup girl hurried forward and touched up Caroline's face.

"That's better."  Dimitri started to move round the blonde, taking photos as he did so.

"So what do you spend all your money on Caroline?" Helen asked.

"My daughter." Caroline laughed, "Do you know how expensive New York teenagers can be?"

"Laugh again Caroline please, that looked delightful." Dimitri switched cameras.

"What with her school fees, her clothes, her DVD collection, is it any wonder I need work two jobs?"

"Just wait she'll want a car next year." Natalya spoke.

"Don't remind me,” Caroline sighed.

"Well I'm just glad that at my age I can just be a grumpy old grandfather and great grandfather." Dimitri laughed aloud.

"Okay can we do these gloves in the other colours now?" Helen enquired.

“Of course – swap over and we’ll take some more,” Dimitri said as Helen fussed over Caroline.

“So what plans have you for tonight, Caroline?”

“No real plans yet.”

“Ah – so a night on the town?”

“Indeed,” Caroline said as she smoothed the red leather gloves up her arms.  “Right – shall we?”


8.45 am EST
St Angela’s


"So where were you the other night Doc?" Jeannie asked as they collected their books from their lockers.

"On the worst blind date of my life."

"The guy was that bad?"

"The guy was a total no-show...I trek out all the way into the wilds of Brooklyn and he never turns up, I get home to find an apology on my answer machine."

"I hate when that happens." Nikki smiled.

"Tell me about it." Doc grimaced as she sat in her seat.

"Once again Monday morning Math," Jeannie eased herself behind the desk.

“Good morning girls,” Annie said as she walked into the classroom.

“Good morning Miss Kelly,” they replied in unison as she stood at the front.

“Right – I want you to take out your books and turn to page 217.  Today we discuss- surds.”

5 pm Local Time
The Four Seasons Hotel


“I see – thank you mistress, I will take care of it.”

“Problem,” Dominique said as she looked at Helen.

“Mistress Lu regrets to inform you two of her associates were killed today – she asks us to press the message home.”

“And we shall – get a message to the Weasel to meet us here at seven.


“Well hello,” Caroline purred as she opened the room door.  

“Hello, my dear,” Weasel said as he smiled, “what is your desire?”

"Weasel you are taking me and the girls out tonight." Caroline smiled.

"After what you did last night? I don't even know you girls, and I'm certainly not being seen in public with you."

"And I thought you were after our bodies Weasel." Natalya ran a fingernail across his face.

"No offense sweetie, but I get seen with you, it’s my body I'll be worried about not yours."

"Typical man," Helen gave him a sexy look, "First they say they will give you the moon, next they want to dump you in the trash."

"Caroline you know I love you, but as Dominique you are pure poison right this minute...besides where do you want to go?" he asked suspiciously.

"The Europa Bistro."

"WHAT?" Weasel headed towards the door. "You know who owns that place?"

"Yes and they obviously didn't get our message clearly enough last night. Two associates of Catherine were killed in Hong Kong today..."

"For each of ours they kill, we kill five of theirs." Helen spoke quietly.

“So just so I am clear – I take you three girls on a date to one of the centres of operation of Boronov, and then what – hide under the table?”

“If you feel safe doing that – if I was you, I’d go to the toilet…”

“Oh well – who wants to live forever anyway?  Just make sure we have time to eat before you do anything…”  He then stopped and said “But if you are coming as Caroline, how do you explain me?”

“Who says we’re coming as us – sit down Weasel, we won’t be long.”

As he sat down, he wondered what he had got into, before he saw Dominique return wearing a red wig over her black hair and a long fur coat.  Helen and Natalya followed, Helen with a short brown wig and Natalya a black one.  They also had long fur coats on, and he could see their boots under the hems of the coat.

“Did you bring the red car tonight?  I feel like showing off,” Dom said as Helen and Natalya walked the Weasel between them.
Anna and the Prince of Siam - part 3
Dominique's team goes to work in St Petersburg, while in New York Angel returns in a new role...
Loading...
Halloween question - these films all scared the bejabbers out of me at one time, but which scared you the most?
45%
13 deviants said Some other...
34%
10 deviants said Alien
10%
3 deviants said Night of The Living Dead (Original)
7%
2 deviants said The Devil Rides Out
3%
1 deviant said Quatermass and the Pit
0%
No deviants said The Last Broadcast
Mature Content Filter is On
(Contains: violence/gore)
She opened the door, standing to the side as a thin, dark haired man pushed a trolley in.  Helen closed the door and grabbed him, the knife against his throat.

"Who are you?"

He looked at Natalya and said "you have spirit.  I like it - can I buy you a drink?"

"Down Weasel, they are way above your class."

"My dear Dominique, how long has it been?"

"Budapest and I haven't forgotten.  Sit down and let's talk."

As he sat down, Helen raised the dome from the plates on the trolley.  “Caviar, blintz, and vodka – very thoughtful.”

“A small welcoming gift – please, tell them I mean no harm?”

“Helen, Natalya, meet Viktor Kornyak, aka The Weasel.  He is the local contact I said would call.”

“I do not find him amusing,” Helen said quietly.

“While I find you most attractive…”

“Oh be quiet, Weasel – you can help us?”

“That depends - what brings you to our Venice of the North Dominique?"

“Helen, pour four drinks,” Dominique said as she sat down, Helen pouring the vodka and handing the glasses round.  “Cheers.”

She drained her glass, and then sat back.  "Madame has been losing cargoes being shipped westwards, and she's not best pleased. I'm here to teach whoever has been responsible the error of their ways."

"Just the three of you." The weasel snorted.  “I think Madame has perhaps lost her senses – I expected you to be sent, Dominique, but only two others?”

Dominique sat forward.  "Did you ever hear of the woman they call Wúshēng de Sǐwáng Weasel?"

"The Silent Death, yeah who hasn't heard of her, works for The Triads."

"Well her name is really Helen." Dominique smiled

"You mean she's...?

"Precisely."  The Weasel turned and looked at Helen, who smiled as she spun the knife in her fingers.

"Fuck!" the English word escaped his lips.

"My other friend is Natalya Kosolova, you just might have also heard of her."

The Weasel nodded.  “Your father was a great man – he is much missed.”

Natalya nodded as Dominique smiled.  "Still think we are undermanned?"

“My dear Dominique, you as always surprise me.  I wish we could work together more often.”

The three women looked at each other as Natalya shook her head.

“So apart from what has already been communicated, what else do you need?”

"Did you get both the Cobra Magnums, and the shotguns Weasel?" Dominique asked suspiciously.

"I'll have them for you in the morning."

Dominique briefly reflected how dealing with The Fish had spoiled her for other less meticulous merchants.

“Let me put it this way, Weasel – you will have the items here tonight, or I let Helen use you as a warm up for the main event.  I am sure she could find all sorts of interesting ways to amuse herself before she kills you.”

The Weasel looked at Helen, before saying “I will have them here by midnight.  What else?”

“We will require a car for tomorrow night – but first the weapons.”

“Then I must be about my business,” he said as he stood up.  “I will bring them later.”

“Leave the food and drink – that was most thoughtful,” Natalya said as she opened the door, watching as he left and then closing it again.  They looked at each other, and then burst out laughing as Helen sat down.

“Oh that felt good,” she said with a smile.  “You are an impressive woman, Mistress Dominique.”

“Please – it’s Dom in Private, Caroline in public.  Cathy won’t mind if you relax a little.”

“I notice you have not asked for a gun, Helen?”

“I do not need one,” Helen said as she stood up, “Come with me.”

Natalya and Dominique followed her to her room, as she walked up to a trunk in the middle of the room.

"This trunk appears completely innocent, an old but attractive piece. Look what happens though when I pry off some of these decorative details." She pulled away one of the inlaid stars.

"Your very own Shuriken." Caroline looked impressed as Helen removed the throwing stars.

“I find them most useful,” Helen said as she laid them on the bed, and opened up the trunk.

"I remove this carefully,” she pulled at a length of wood, easing it free, “and I have a bow. The wood lengths of the traditional Chinese hangers are my arrows, the feather ornamentation on one of the gowns my flights."

"Your bowstring? asked Dominique.

Helen pulled at something on her bracelet and pulled out a length that let her string her bow.

"Impressive." Natalya smiled.

“These, my knives and my hands are all I need,” Helen said as she smiled.

“Good – we can discuss our plans for tomorrow after dinner.  Take time now to unpack and change.”



10 am EST,
The Richmond Mansion


“Good morning,” Sandy said as Jo came in.  “Late night?”

“I was sitting up with Annie until late – Where’s Heather?”

“At Susan’s place with Janice.  It seems she was right about who was behind this – and it also seems they outbid Susan for security at that gem exhibition.”

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Sandy said.  “So what’s next?”

“We visit a bar tonight, and deal with this computer geek first.  Can you round up some Sinners to go slumming in Brighton Beach tonight Sandy?"

"Probably, can I ask why?"

"Because with a large party down there it might just make our activities a little less noticeable.”

Sandy nodded.  “So tell Ally and Nell they can let their hair down."

"That's the sort of thing I had in mind." Jo smiled.

"And if some kind of fight might break out over a girl, and attract even more attention?"

"That might be even more of their sort of thing."

"So who is in your crew?"

"Me and Annie inside, Janice driving, Doc up on the subway station as our eye in the sky."

“All right – let me make some calls, make sure everything is in place.”

4 pm GMT
London


“As you can see, Mister Hammond, there is a stunning view over the Thames, and you have your own private terrace.”

“Very nice,” John said as he looked out, “what do you think Shirley?”

“Shirley?”

Shirley looked over from the fireplace and smiled, saying “sorry” as she came over and looked out over the river.

“You all right?  You look like someone with a problem on her mind?”

“Oh it’s nothing, just a staff issue,” Shirley said with a smile.  “What is the flood risk?”

“Minimal – the flood wall there has not been breached even during the heavy rains over the last few years.”

“Impressive,” Shirley said with a smile.  “Tell me something of the local amenities.”

“King’s Road not too far away, as is Fulham Broadway.”

“What about match days?”

“Match – oh, the football team,” Shirley said with a smile.

“The road is gated access for residents only, and the police keep the fans away from here.”

“So what do you think,” John said as he put his arm round Shirley’s waist.

“It has possibilities, may we see the rest of the rooms?”




7.30 pm local time
The Four Seasons Hotel



""Miss Jameson." The bald headed man stood up and kissed her hand as she approached the table.

"Good evening Mister Amkov, this is Helen, who's our wardrobe mistress and here to make sure we make Huntingdown's look good, and this is Natalya, who's press, public relations..."

"General dogsbody." Natalya laughed.

"Girls,” he said with a smile, “my name is Dimitri and it's a pleasure to meet you...  Can I ask though, why the last minute booking?"

"We were going to Turkey, but well you know how things have blown up in Istanbul."

"I do." Dimitri nodded, “well their loss is my gain." He signaled a waiter." "What drinks ladies?"

"Well when in St Petersburg," Dom looked at the other two, "Vodka for each of us."

Dimitri signaled to the waiter, and said “Vodka, four glasses.”

As he nodded and headed to the bar, Dimitri said “so, the purpose of the shoot?”

"It's the new range of hats, boots, gloves, bags that are the main focus Dimitri." Helen had clearly read her brief. "The coats, and dresses are to harmonize with the accessories..."

"But it's the range of accessories that we can manufacture now in our Chinese workshops with the highest possible quality that we are showcasing." Natalya finished.

"And I'm just supposed to look good while you make them look even better." Caroline laughed.

"We photographers and models do as we told,” the old gentleman smiled, "they do the telling."

"Maybe but like who gets paid the big bucks here? Not Natalya and me."

"True." Caroline laughed.  “You are beginning to sound like Mary.”

“Ah, the inestimable Ms Thomas – I have not seen her for some years, but she always was kind and welcoming.”

“She still is.  So, Dimitri, how difficult will it be to sort permits and other matters?”

“I see no difficulty – I will liaise with Natalya and the authorities, but I regret to say it will be Monday before we can begin.”

“Excellent – that gives us tomorrow to plan locations and which outfits and accessories to take.”  Caroline raised her glass and said “to a most productive shoot.”

1 pm EST
Inn on the park


"Illyana is one of those girls who reminds you that the original Rus were Viking conquerors." Susan shared the info with Diana as they ate lunch. "I think the word to describe her is striking rather then beautiful as such, she dresses with a style that rivals even you."

"I look forward to meeting her." Diana looked up from her Steak Tartare.

“Then the opportunity has arisen – a pleasure, Countess de Ros.”

Diana looked to her side and stood to welcome the tall blonde, dressed in a grey dress coat and knee length boots.

“I see what you mean,” Diana said coolly, “welcome to New York Illyana.”

“May I have the tuna nicoise and a vodka martini,” Illyana said as she sat.

“So what did you and Susan learn from the files retrieved last night,” Diana said quietly.

“We do have a problem with the Boronov family,” Susan said, “but our first job must be to disable their hacking network and get Surok – Jo and Annie are on that tonight.”

“I intend to talk with all of you tomorrow, to brief you on what the next step will be – at that time, Dominique and her team will be defending the next fur shipment.”

“We would like you to come with us tonight, Illyana,” Diana said, “to provide expert advice on possible issues.”

“Of course – I presume we dress for a night out?”

“We do – and thank you.”


2 pm
The Village


“Hello Anna,” Ama said as she opened the door, “go on up, Annie is expecting you.”

“Thanks,” Doc said as Ama headed to Pepsi’s place, and she went up, finding Jo and Janice there as well.

“Hey,” Jo said as she took her coat off, “thanks for volunteering to help with this.”

“I guess its part of the training – whatever this is,” Doc said as he sat down, “so what is it?”

“We’re going to take a trip down to Brighton Beach,” Annie said.  “Some friends of ours have been having some trouble with hackers, and we’re going to see what we can do to stop it.”

“And at the same time,” Jo said, “Confirm a few suspicions.  Janice will drive, Annie and I will go in.”

“Some friends of ours will be in the bar having some fun, but they won’t recognize us,” Annie said.

“Why not?”

“Trust us,” Janice said.

"Your role in all this is simple but crucial Doc." Jo looked at the youngster. "You find a place up on the station where you can see everything and you keep us informed."

"Just try not to attract too much attention." Annie smiled.

"Your escape route should things go south is on the train, you take the subway straight into the city and make your way home, do not come down to street level, do not try and intervene, just leave and get home safely."

"As Jo says, no stupid bravery, no rescue attempts, things go wrong you leave Anna....Understand?"

"I understand, I don't like it, but I understand."

"All goes well, you take the subway back and we meet at my place." Annie tried to smile reassuringly.

“So how will I know it is you?”

“How much do you know of the area?”

“I know it’s called Little Odessa, and large Russian contingent.”

“Well, we’ll give you a lift to a nearby subway station, and you can go on from there.”  Janice looked at the teenager, in her sweatshirt and jeans, and said “I’ll loan you a padded jerkin, and hat, and you’ll blend in just fine.”

“Okay,” Anna said, “so when do we go?”

“Not for some time,” Jo said, “but I need you to come with me and then Janice will pick you and me up.  It’s time you met our Tech expert.”

“I’ll swing by to pick you up later,” Janice said as the two young girls headed out.

“So who is your mysterious tech expert?  The same person who wiped my files?”

“Yup,” Jo said as they set off, “you may have heard of them.  They are commonly known as the Hidden Hand.”

Doc slowly turned and looked at Jo as they drove down the road.  “The Hidden Hand?  THE Hidden Hand?  The person who revealed…”

“The very same – we work with the very best,” Jo said as they headed uptown.

“No wonder I couldn’t trace who did it – I don’t know whether to be honoured or scared shitless?”

“A little of both helps,” Jo said as she made her way to her home.  Pulling up outside, she said “come on in – they’re going to call us here.”

“I probably should not ask,” Doc said as they walked up the stairs, “but who else is going to be in that bar tonight.”

“Friends,” Jo said as she let Doc in.  “Hey Sandy – so who’s up for your night out tonight?”

“Kelly’s bringing the girls, Diana is in, and Tonia and Clare as well.”

“Well, I hope you have a great night.” Jo said, “I’m taking Doc in to have some coffee.”

“Have fun, I need to get a car sorted,” Sandy said as she went to her office, as Jo took Doc into the kitchen.

“You know,” Doc said as she sat at the breakfast bar, “I still can’t believe that you hide so openly.”

“Well, always remember the golden rule, say nothing in public,” Jo said as she poured two coffees, and handed one over.  “Now, about…”

Anna nearly jumped as her cell phone went off, and she looked at it.  “What does Nikki want,” she said as she answered the call and said “yes?”

“Good afternoon, Miss Carlton.  It is such a pleasure to finally talk to you.”

The voice was deep, and Doc could almost hear the purr as she said “who is this?”

“Surely my friend Joanne told you I would be contacting you today?”

“You,,, you’re the Hidden Hand?”

“That is right – my compliments on your protection on your computer systems, Miss Carlton.  I was very impressed, but as you doubtless know by now, I managed to get through.”

“Yeah – I’d love some tips from you to make it more secure, if that is possible.”

“Oh I would be happy to,” The Hand said,” “but I can offer you one piece of advice now, if you are interested?”

“Of course – what is it?”

“For tonight, you may wish to borrow the scarf on the breakfast bar beside you.”

Doc looked at the peach wool scarf beside her, and then at Jo, who said “Well, I did say they had something for you.”

“But…  But how did they…  How did she…”

“And that, Anna Carlton, is payback for the headache you gave me over the last few weeks.”

Doc spun round to see Heather in the door, a cell phone in her hand and a smile on her face.  “There now,” she purred as she ended the call, and removed a small disc from her throat, “another secret for you to keep.”

Anna stared at her, and then at Jo, as she said “Yeah, everyone has that reaction.”

“Now then,” Heather said as she walked over and poured herself a coffee, “let’s get you miked up for tonight.”

“I’d listen to her,” Jo said with a smile, “she knows what she’s talking about.”


8 pm
Little Odessa


"I've not been out here in years." Claire Morse looked round, “in my day this was a German Jewish neighborhood, I had several relatives lived here, now it's Russians"

"Which is why we are here, to try what I'm told is the best vodka in NYC and to eat their renowned Golubtsy and Shashlik." Sandy laughed.

"We really are turning into culinary adventurers you know." Kelly Rochermann looked out the windows.

"Well Manhattan doesn't have the monopoly on great food, and it's nice to try new experiences."

"You're right darling." Tonia looked out of the car, "And he I could sample in this back seat any time." She pointed to a man walking.

"Only after I've finished with him Aunt Tonia." Ally licked her lips.

"Are you sure this is the place?" John asked suspiciously as he pulled the limo to the curb.  He looked at the front of the bar, and the sign over the front.

“This is the place John,” Sandy said as she got out, her tight jeans hugging her legs as the others got out.

“What is the name of this place,” Diana asked Illyana.

“Literally, the dance and drink palace,” the Russian said as they walked into the bar, the locals looking round at the group of women.

“So this is the best bar in the area,” Nell said as she stood, her hips swaying as the side split in her leather skirt revealed her thigh.

Illyana walked up to the bar, and said “My friends wished to visit a good bar, and I recommended yours.  Will there be trouble?”

The barman shook his head as she said “Good – Vodka, the proper stuff, and nine glasses.  Food as well – I will let you choose.”

He nodded and put out nine shot glasses, as well as a bottle of Russian vodka on a tray, Illyana bringing it over as her red leather dress moved under the lights.

"I would love to know where Illyanna got that dress from." Kelly whispered in Diana's ear.

"London or Paris I presume."

"Probably..." Kelly sighed, "You say she works for Shirley?"

"Yes."

"I should have guessed that just by her clothes, Shirley's people always just dress so damn well."


8.30 pm
Brooklyn


"You know that discovering Heather is the Hidden Hand is like finding out the secret identity of God." Anna shook her head, "I have idolised her for so long."

“You should see some of our friends around her,” Janice said as she pulled in.  “Right – you get out here.  The microphone under your scarf goes direct to our earpieces, and you’ll hear us as well.”

Doc nodded as she got out of the car.  “Remember, go to the station, stand and watch – if you see any trouble approaching, tell us and get out of there.”

She looked at the three women, in their furs and dark glasses, and nodded as Janice drove off, climbing to the platform.

“Well, here we go,” she said to herself as she put the token in the turnstile, and boarded the train.



9 pm

"The locals don't overly like us," Illyana whispered in Diana's ear, "References to uptown bitches, and far ruder coming out of some of these women's mouths.

"Well Nell and Ally seem to have captured 6 of their best young men on the dance floor."

“Indeed,” Kelly said as she watched the girls dancing with the young Russian men.

"Oooh I love a man with tattoos," Ally ran her hand up and down the man’s arms. "Do they mean anything?" she asked as she ground her body up against him."

"He has great tattoos." Nell licked her lips as she watched her twin dance with the other guy.

"Those aren't a real mans tattoos, look at these." The guy with Nell pulled off his shirt.

“Oh well then,” Nell said with a smile, “We have a contest on our hands…”

“Do you think we should step in,” Tonia said as she looked on the dance floor.

“No, they will be fine,” Sandy said, “they’re big girls and can take care of themselves.”

"What is the point of our being trendsetters and style leaders if we don't get off the beaten track occasionally?"

"That's logical Sandy." Illyanna smiled.

"Are we trend setters?" Rachel McNally mused.

"Well if we are it's a whole lot better than being Irish Setters." Tonia giggled.

The group burst out laughing as the doors to the bar opened, and three men in leather jackets walked in.  Illyana looked at them and said “ah.”

“Ah?”

“Ah – we need another bottle of vodka.  Allow me,” she said as she walked over to the bar, the three men looking at the twins.



“This is the place,” Janice said as she pulled up.  “Pigeon, are you in position?”

“I can see you,” Doc said as she looked over the railing, before turning round and looking at her watch.

“Okay – how does everything look?”

“Busy, but nothing unusual.”

“Good – that’s what we want,” Annie said.  “Let’s give it a few minutes.”

Anna took a few deep breaths as she took up her position. This wasn't a training exercise, this was an actual operation and she had a role to play.

She looked down into the street below, trying to observe everything, to see anything that was obviously wrong or out of place. The traffic was light and she couldn't see anyone obviously doing the same as her and keeping watch.

"I'm glad I wrapped up warm." she told herself as she shivered slightly.

"Okay it all looks good from up here," she whispered into the mike tucked in her scarf.

"Copy that Pigeon."



“Hey, come dance with a real man.”

Ally looked at the leather jacketed man, and smiled as she said “I’ll dance with anyone who asks so nicely.”

“Good,” he said as they started dancing, the two girls not noticing the two women who walked in.  They were wearing floor length brown fur coats and large hats; Rayban’s covering their eyes and their hands in fur muffs.  As Kelly and Rachel glanced over to them, they saw the black leather boots under the hem of the coats, as they walked over to stand at the bar.

“Hey – we were dancing with them,” the first two men said as they walked over.

“Now boys,” Nell said, “there are plenty of us to go round.”

“Di, I think there may be trouble brewing,” Sandy said as she looked over.

“Let’s just see what happens,” she said as the two fur coated woman walked slowly to the far side of the bar, and as the room looked the other way slipped through a door.

They looked up the staircase and nodded to each other, before Jo said “We’re going in.”

“Keep your eyes peeled Pigeon,” Janice whispered as the youngster looked at her watch again, then stood and leaned against the rail, looking for her boyfriend.

Annie and Jo slowly walked up the stairs, reaching the top before a door opened and a swarthy man walked out.

“Hey,” he said, “what are you two ladies doing here?  This is a private area – you need to return to the bar.”

“Actually, we come with a message for Surok from Boronov.”

He looked at them, and said quietly “and the message is?”

“Die,” Jo said as she drew the sawn off shotgun from her muff and fired it into the stomach of the man, Annie walking past him as he crumpled to the floor and pointing it at the two other men in the room.

“Unless you want what he got,” she said as she raised the gun, “sit the fuck down and behave yourselves.”

There was a bank of computers at one end of the room, which Jo walked over to and pushed a USB stick into an open slot.  She then typed at the terminal, watching as the stick blinked.

“A little present for Surok,” Annie said as she looked at the two young men.  “Where is he?”

“Who?”

“Fuck this,” she said as she jammed the gun into his stomach, and then fired it, the second man literally pissing himself.  “Where is Surok?”

He pointed to a second door, Jo nodding as she walked over and kicked the door in.  There was a teenage boy sitting on a bed, staring at her as he said, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Are you Surok?”

“Yeah – why?”

“The Hidden Hand sends their compliments, and a warning.

“Run.

“Now.”

The boy sprinted for the door, Jo barely managing to slip a small disk into his pocket before he sprinted down the stairs and out of the door.

“What…  What are you going to do to me?”

“Give Boronov this message – if he pulls a stunt like this again, the family will come looking for him, and he will be like your friends.”

He nodded as Annie said “Good night” and hit him on the head with her gun, his body falling limply to the floor.

“How come nobody came up,” Jo whispered as they walked down the stairs.  Their question was answered when they opened the door to see a fight raging between some young men, Ally and Nell standing at the far side with the others as they tried to stay out of the way.

“What the hell…” Doc said as a man came flying out of the bar window.

“Stay calm Pigeon,” Janice whispered as Annie and Jo walked out, and climbed into the car, Doc breathing a sigh of relief as she turned and got onto the train.

“Susan?”

“Hearing you loud and clear Jo,” Susan replied, “we have the tracker signal, and a team closing in on him.  We’ll invite him for a little chat.”

“Pigeon?”

“Heading back to the rendezvous.”

“Trouble,” Janice said as she looked in the rear view mirror.

“Nothing we could not handle.”



"Does this happen every time you ladies go out?" Illyana laughed.

"It's pretty like even money some guy is going to end up fighting over the girls." Kelly laughed.

“Although having one thrown through a window – that’s new even to us,” Ally said as Sandy looked at her cell phone.

“John’s outside – why don’t we head back to my place and have a nightcap there?”

“Sounds good,” Diana said as the nine women stepped out and into the limousine.  As they drove off, two black limousines pulled up.

“Must be the owner,” Rachel said as the tall, broad shouldered men went in.

“Well, I must apologise to them for taking this with us,” Illyana said as she held up the vodka bottle, “but I did pay for it…”


At the mansion, Sandy was handing drinks round.

"So the tattoos, Illyanna - I'm told if you know how you can read them like a book, what were those men in the bar tonight telling us?" Sandy asked as she handed the Russian woman a brandy.

“In their case, that they belonged to a particular Russian crime family – two separate ones, in fact.”

“What – they were gangsters,” Ally said quietly.

“Yes – but they treat women fairly.  In fact, the fight started when one of the other group were less than polite about you two.”





Sunday 8th March
2 pm Local Time
The Hermitage Museum


The crowds walking through the halls glanced at the three blondes, in their fur coats, wondering where they had seen one of them before.

“Well I know someone who will be envying me right at this moment.” Dominique said as she and the other two women walked through the galleries of The Hermitage.

“Oh who?” Natalya asked.

“I have a friend who is an art historian and she’d be able to tell us about each and every painting and its history.” Dom laughed lightly, “I know this place is on her must visit list.”

“You had better buy her something nice at the gift store to take home then.” Helen stood and admired a Raphael.

“I must.”

“That guy is still following us.” Natalya whispered as they all contemplated the beauty of the Raphael.

“Well, he has certainly been most persistent – all the way from the hotel and over lunch as well?”

“I know – it is a trifle worrying, yes?”

“Yes – Helen, can you contrive an accident and get a look at his id?”

“Shouldn’t be too hard Dominique.”

“Stand back and watch Natalya this should be a thing of beauty as wonderful as any of these paintings.”

Casually Helen had stepped backwards as though she was admiring the picture and suddenly she appeared to completely back into the man as though she hadn’t noticed he was there.

As he helped her up, she murmured a million apologies; all while her hands as lightly as the touch of butterflies took out his wallet, flipped it open and replaced it without his realizing.

“I’m so sorry, just so sorry.” She turned to rejoin her friends.

“You were right, it was a thing of beauty Dominique.” Natalya whispered.

“Well?” Dominique asked Helen.

“His name is Sergei Putov, he has an id and security pass from Neritko the big box warehouse chain, he manages one of their branches.”

“And since we know Neritko is mob controlled.” Natalya nodded.

“It’s safe to assume the competition knows we are in town.” Dominique smiled.  “Excellent – I do hate it when we completely surprise them.”  Glancing at her watch, she said “all right – let’s complete our visit and head back to the hotel.  We have a conference call to take at four, in your suite Natalya.”

4 pm
Four Seasons Hotel


Dominique started her laptop up, and then opened a video chat window.

“Good afternoon Madame,” she said as Shirley appeared on the screen.

“Good afternoon Dominique – is all in readiness for tonight?”

“I believe so, but we have been identified.  The Boronov family knows I am here, and I work for Huntingdown’s, who deal with you.”

“I see – and do they know you know?”

Dominique shook her head.  “Them having someone follow us was a big mistake on their part Madame, it just gives us even more evidence as to who exactly we are dealing with, as well as an idea just maybe how they store and then dispose of their stolen goods.”

“I agree.” Shirley smiled, “It was a trifle clumsy on their part.”

“Well I now have access to the VIP exit from the hotel, so we should be able to come and go as we wish.

“That’s good, and what of your team?”

“Natalya is great, but Helen, to see her pick that guys pocket, I’ve never seen hands that quick or good.”

“That’s why they call her Silent Death.”

“Well I’d like to have a team of girls just like her within the organization.”

“That might be something to ponder on you know.” Madame looked thoughtful.  "Oh by the way I was talking with John about you working with Dimitri Amkov, John asks you to pass on his best regards."

"I will, does John know him?"

"Only slightly, did you know Dimitri is over 80 years old?"

"I'd not have guessed, he's remarkably spry for his age."

"John says that his work in the Soviet Era was amazing, advertising and fashion were seen as marginal by the party hierarchy, but Dimitri still produced images that had amazing quality...John showed me some of his work and I can see why John considers him one of the greats."

"Well I'm lucky to be working with him then." Dominique smiled.

"Trust Juliette that even when the shoot is just a cover really that she arranges the best."

"That's her."

“Very well – inform me of the outcome of your mission as soon as you return.  I will be working on some information we uncovered over the last two days.”

“Relevant to our task?”

“Only to confirm their involvement in the hacking.  An involvement that has now been terminated.  We have Surok in a holding room in New York, and Heather is going to speak to him later.”

“Very well Madame – we will report in later.”

“Good luck,” she said quietly as the call ended, and Dom closed her laptop.

“Right,” she said as she stretched, “Time to go to work.”
Anna and the Prince of Siam - part 2
Dominique lays plans, and the ladies go to Little Odessa
Loading...
Mature Content Filter is On
(Contains: strong language)
“I can’t believe it - only three short weeks, and Jennifer Carter gets to marry the man of her dreams!  Oh my heart flutters at the thought....”

“Connie Craig, I swear to God Cassie had better not have some stupid stunt planned for this evening!”  Jenny Carter looked at her flatmate from the door of Connie’s bedroom, smiling as the young woman pulled on a pair of beige leather ankle boots and started to lace them up.  “All I want is a nice, quiet evening with my three bridesmaids, a chance to drink goodbye to the single life.”

“Don’t worry,” Connie said as she stood up and looked in the mirror.  Her bleached blonde hair was cut in a style that had a fringe covering her eyes, as she smoothed down the front of her black and white floral motif dress.  The sleeves came to her elbows, and she was wearing a pair of patterned black tights on her legs.  “This is a little club that she knows, and you and Jess will be perfectly safe in there.”

“I hope so - she’s never met you two, and I shudder to think what she might make of you!”  Jennifer was wearing a black dress with capped sleeves, the white pattern gathered at her waist, and a pair of black ankle boots.

“So where are we meeting our sisters,” Connie said as she watched Jenny fidgeting with her bangles.

“I said we’d meet them in the square - come on,” she said as she grabbed her leather biker jacket, “or we’re going to be late.”

                                     ********

There were only a few people in the town square as Jess Carter looked nervously round.  The seventeen year old was wearing a short blue, red and green floral dress with short sleeves, and a pair of black Doc Marten boots, but this was a new town for her, and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

“Hi - you must be Jenny’s sister?”

She turned suddenly to see a tall, dark haired woman standing there, a cigarette in her hand as she looked Jess up and down.  She was wearing a long crimson and red sleeveless coat dress, buttoned at the front, over a brown short sleeved dress which was about an inch shorter.  She also had on a pair of laced black boots, and a brown hat was perched on her head.

“It’s all right,” she said as she held her hand out, “I’m Cassie Craig, John’s sister.  You look just like Jenny.”

“Oh,” Jess said as she shook Cassie’s hand, “I’m sorry, it’s just I wasn’t expecting you to arrive at different times.”

“No problem - Jenny probably didn’t tell you I was coming from home,” Cassie said as she took a drag on her cigarette.  “So, where’s that sister-in-law to be of mine?”

“There you both are,” Jenny said as she ran up and hugged her sister.  “I see you met Cassie - did you surprise her?”

“Of course - would you expect me not to,” Cassie said as she hugged Connie.  “Come on - I need a drink, badly, and then you can fill me in on what sort of ridiculous dress I need to wear.”

“You know she doesn’t mean it,” Jenny said as the four of them walked down the quiet street.  “And anyway, peach is so your colour.”

“You dare...”

                                    ********

“So let me get this right - You’re in sixth form college?”

“That’s right,” Connie said as she put her glass down, “She’s taller than me, stringer than me, and younger than me.  Life - life’s just not fair, is it?”

“Tell me about it,” Jess said as she sipped her rum and coke, “and thanks for getting me the drink.  I know I’m underage, but...”

“It’s all right,” Connie said as she stood up, “Steve’s a friend of mine.  He won’t say anything.  So where’s that brother of ours tonight anyway?”

“His college friends dragged him out for the evening.  They seem to think a night of raucous drinking and revelling is just the way to see him into the new life together.”

“Better to do it now - once the patter of tiny feet come round, who knows when he may get a chance.”

“Hey come on - let us get married first!”  The others laughed at Jenny’s expression, as the bar slowly started to empty.  As Cassie stood up, there were only two other men, standing by the bar.

“I need a fag,” she said as she picked up the bag, “Coming Jen?”

“Don’t worry,” Jess said as she sat back, “We’ll be fine.”  The two girls nodded as they passed the bar, saying “We’re just nipping out back” to the barman as they did so.

“Thanks,” Jenny said as she accepted the cigarette and held the lighter to it.  “I really should give these things up, you know.”

“Well, there are far more things that can kill you,” Cassie said as she leaned against the wall.

“So you’ve heard?”

Cassie nodded.  “I got the letter this morning, and told Dad and Mum tonight.  I head off to Sandhurst in a month’s time.  Dad’s delighted, Mum’s resigned - and I haven’t told Connie yet.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way - does John know?”

Cassie nodded.  “Look, Jenny - you know you’re marrying into a family with one hell of a history.  I just hope you’re ready for it.”

“Ready for life with a man I love more than life itself,” Jenny said as she let out a puff of smoke.  “Oh yeah - and I’ll take whatever comes, good or bad.”

“That’s the spirit,” Cassie said as they stood looking up at the moonlit sky.  “You’re a very lucky woman, Jennifer Carter.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said as she put her cigarette out.  “Look - we’d better get back in before our sisters get into...”

The sound of breaking glass came from inside the bar, as Jenny and Cassie looked at each other.  “Down,” Cassie hissed as she pulled Jenny to a crouch, and listened intently.

“I told you two to get on the floor, and put your hands behind your back!”

Cassie signalled with her hand for Jenny to follow her, as they moved slowly towards the open door.  As they peeped in, they could see Connie and Jess lying on the floor, their hands on their heads as a man stood over them, holding a sawn off shotgun.

Jenny moved silently to the over side of the door, where she could see a second man pointing a gun at the bar.  “I told you to get that safe open,” he shouted out, “and keep those two quiet - here.”  He picked up a roll of brown packing tape and tossed it to the first man, who caught it and knelt by Jess, pulling her hands behind her back as he started to secure them together.

“Oh shit,” Cassie mumbled under her breath, as Jenny looked at her.  “Hell of a way to end an evening.  Jenny, I need you to make your way to the main street, down the alley, and get the police.”

Jenny nodded, and then said “What about you?”

“Someone’s got to keep an eye on our sisters,” Cassie said as she watched the man roll Jess over and slap a length of the brown tape over her mouth.  “Now go - sooner you do this, sooner this ends.”

“All right, but you take care,” Jenny said as she started to walk as quietly as she could down the alley.  Cassie watched as the man finished taping her sister and gagging her, the two girls lying as still as they could on the floor while the barman stood up and started to place the contents of the safe in a canvas bag,

“What would Dad do, what would Dad do,” Cassie mumbled to herself, and then she saw a box of empty bottles by the rubbish bins.  Smiling, she picked up a heavy plank of wood that was by her side, and then threw a stone at the bottles.

“What was that,” the man standing over Jess and Connie said as he turned at the sound of the broken glass.

“Probably just a rat,” the other man said as he watched the barman.

“Or the other two broads.”

“NNNDNNT,” Jess called out, her eyes wide as she watched the man walking towards the open door at the rear of the bar.

“Shut it,” the second man said as his partner walked out, and looked left and right down the dark alley.  He saw the broken glass bottles, and walked over to have a look at them - not seeing the shadow looming from behind him.

The blow to the back of his knees made him crumple to the floor, his gun falling into the crate as he was gripped from behind in a strangle hold. As he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing he remembered was the scent of the perfume that hung in the air.

“Well, was it a rat?” the man said as he heard the sound of boots on the bar floor.

“The only rat in here,” he heard a female voice say, “is the one I see in front of me - the one that picks on defenceless girls.  Now, be a good boy and put the gun down.”

“WHTRUDNG,” Connie called out as the man turned and saw Cassie standing there, a grim expression on her face as she pointed the sawn off shot gun at him.

“That’s not a toy little girl,” he said with a sneer as he looked at Cassie, her dress skirt blowing in the breeze, “so out it down and join the others here.”

“You’re right,” Cassie said with a smile as she pulled the safety back and fired one round towards the bar, breaking some bottles as the barman crouched on the floor.  “It’s not a toy, and the second shot will be aimed at your bollocks.  Now, you put the gun down like a good little boy, or I’ll end this right now.”

She watched the colour slowly drain from the gunman’s face, as he put his gun on the counter and said “All right, all right - just don’t do anything stupid.”

“You did the stupid thing when you threatened my family,” Connie said, and there was a real tone to her voice as well as a fire in her eyes.  “Now, get on your stomach, hands behind your back.”

She watched as the man slowly complied, then said to the barman “You can get up - use that tape to keep him secure while I take care of my sister and friend.”

“Mgddd,” Connie said as Cassie picked up a box cutter and cut the tape between her wrists, “whrdd...”

“Dad taught me a few things,” Cassie said as Jenny ran in with two policemen.  “Look, we need to get you free, and then we can finish our drinks before I go with the police.”

“Why...”  Jenny looked at the shotguns, then at Cassie, before hugging Jess and feeing her.  “Are you all right,” she said as she held her sister’s face in her hands.”

“Yeah - scared, shook up, but fine,” Jess said quietly.  “Cassie’s the real heroine here.”

“Told you we had one hell of a history,” Cassie said as she looked at the others.  “It’s all right Officer - I’m coming, but I need to call my father first.”
The Hen Party
A little treat - a short story from the past...
Loading...

deviantID

KP-Presents's Profile Picture
KP-Presents
KP - Writer/Art Appreciator/Collector
United Kingdom
Writer of "detective magazine" fiction which I publish with other works at www.kppresents.com. The text boxes you see here contain extracts from some of my stories. Click on the link and look for the category mentioned in the description for the full text. For quick updates to my site, try my blog at kppresents.blogspot.com/

I am always open to story ideas or collaboration requests - :iconrequestsopen: :iconcollabsask:

Current Residence: UK
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, sixties female
MP3 player of choice: I don't own one
Favourite cartoon character: DangerMouse
Personal Quote: It's the quiet, unobivous ones you have to watch
Interests

Shoutbox

Torpedo585R:icontorpedo585r:
Ta mate! Hope I can stay longer this time round ;)
Sat Nov 23, 2013, 4:45 AM
Nobody

Visitors

:icondurza400:
durza400
Oct 30, 2014
8:45 pm
:iconnobody53:
nobody53
Oct 30, 2014
8:09 pm
:iconmystery35:
mystery35
Oct 30, 2014
8:03 pm
:iconwrapster:
wrapster
Oct 30, 2014
7:53 pm
:iconbonnieparker63:
bonnieparker63
Oct 30, 2014
7:37 pm

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconcreated-by-caz:
Created-By-Caz Featured By Owner 21 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the fave!
Reply
:iconvladen13:
vladen13 Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014
From past Jetson future , thanks well for present faving! :) (Smile)
Reply
:iconleggylinda:
LeggyLinda Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2014  New member
Mmm absolutely love your "Not A Robbery" stories.
Reply
:iconkp-presents:
KP-Presents Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2014
Why thank you - do feel free to peruse other of my stories
Reply
:iconcreated-by-caz:
Created-By-Caz Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the fave, glad you enjoyed it!
Reply
:icondriver651:
Driver651 Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2014
Thanks for the faves!
Reply
:iconbjmar00:
bjmar00 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2014
Happy Birthday !!
Reply
:iconlord-storm:
Lord-Storm Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2014
Happy Birthday Kevin:party:
Reply
:iconenglishdamsel:
EnglishDamsel Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2014
Happy birthday!
Reply
:icondavid-presents:
David-presents Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday to you, sir!
:party: :cake: :milk:
Reply
Add a Comment: