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