The skylight on the executive floor slid silently open, as the three black clad figures slipped down the ropes and stood still for a moment.
“All right,” Gretchen said as she looked round, the small light in her hand, “top floor, what have we got here?”
Mike looked round. “Executive offices by the look of it – There’s Charlotte’s office, one for a Penelope Harker, Lillian Harmon, and the boss lady herself.”
“Secretarial and other offices down this side,” Josias said, “and a meeting room.”
“All right – Mike, bugs in the main offices, meeting room and secretarial phones. Josias, you’re with me – and keep it quiet. We don’t want them to know we are here.”
“Good evening my friends,” Shirley said as she looked at the camera feed. “Facial recognition?”
“Working on it,” Heather said as Susan talked to Helen Alderson.
“That’s right Helen – keep Security off the top floor for the moment. As soon as any of them head down, consider them fair game.”
“The woman and one of the men have gone into Charlotte’s office,” Shirley said, “the other man is going to the secretary room. I think – yes, he’s going for the phones first.”
“Typical – no imagination,” Heather said with a smile. “We’ve got names… Sergeant Gretchen Mitchell, SASS, Corporal Mike Viljoen, and Private Josias Swart.”
“Give me that last one again,” Dominique said as she looked at the screen, and then smiled.
“You know of him?”
“Come across him in the past – one of the best, in John Jacobs’ league. Wondered what happened to him when he was caught last time.”
“Well,” Shirley said, “let’s see what they do next.”
Placing the last of the listening devices on the phones, Mike made his way into the large conference room, and selected some hiding places for the tiny listening devices.
“Hmmm – video conferencing facility,” he said quietly. “I’ll let Josias know.”
In Shirley’s office, Josias was searching through the drawers and filing cabinets while Gretchen was checking her diary.
“Busy woman – she’s in New York at the moment, but she has a place in Chelsea as well.”
“Worth a visit?”
“Not unless she becomes of interest,” Gretchen said, “right now our targets are Charlotte Gordon and the company records. Anything?”
“There’s a file here about a possible agreement to insure some diamond shipments from the south of Mogola. I’ll take a copy.”
“Could be of interest. Now, let’s look in Charlotte’s office.”
They made their way back down the corridor and into the IT specialist’s office.
“Nice,” Gretchen said as she looked round, and sat at her terminal. “Let’s see if I can get in.”
“So she’s their tech specialist?”
“According to her record, yes,” Dom said as she looked at it with Heather. “So the moment of truth.”
Heather watched her monitor as a connection was made to the cloned system she had created earlier that day.
“Here we go – personnel files, appointments, diaries – and she’s into the copy of Charlotte’s e-mail account. Hopefully the fake entries we created will satisfy them for a while.”
“Helen, you still getting all this on film?”
“Copy that Dom – all nicely recorded and backed up.”
“Excellent – so what are they doing?”
“Well, she has spent quite a bit of time in South Africa over the last year, according to her diary.”
“Unsurprising,” Gretchen said, “the boss told me she is a patron of that charity that re-located those girls from Mazengwe. Full marks to her for that.”
“Probably what got her in Xavier’s high books,” Josias said as he photographed some files from her filing cabinet.
“What have you got there?”
“Proposals for a new branch office in Joburg – which explains why she is there now. But why the interest in Mogola?”
“Well, here’s one reason,” Gretchen said, “look.”
“She’s found it?”
“She’s found it,” Heather said, “now to see if she takes the bait.”
“And the other matter we discussed?”
“Working on that as well,” Heather said as she typed on her keyboard.
“So they want to expand their shipping operations to diamonds from the country? Why send her?”
“She’s an expert in diamonds, and in the area,” Gretchen said quietly, “I read her file. I think Miss Xavier learned of that, and uses that knowledge to advise her.”
“Well, can we get back-ups of all this?”
“What do you think I’ve been doing,” Gretchen said as she took a USB stick from the terminal.
“Can you access their videoconferencing software,” Mike said as he came in.
“I’ll upload a patch while I’m downloading the info. Devices?”
“In the relevant places. Find something?”
“A few things. We’re done here – let’s get out.”
The three turned off the equipment and made their way back to the ropes, pulling themselves up before the ropes disappeared.
“Well, the first part went well,” Dom said as she looked at Shirley.
“Helen, ensure only legitimate calls go through the executive office for the meantime – we’ll use the secure net for all other communications.”
“Understood Madame. Any other instructions?”
“Make sure the monitoring unit on the Chelsea house maintains twenty-four hour cover, and if necessary have an extraction team ready.”
“Understood – I will update you tomorrow, and thank your tech specialist for me.”
“Consider it done,” Shirley said as she ended the call. “Heather?”
The blonde smiled as she handed Dom and Shirley headsets.
“Lieutenant,” they heard Gretchen say, “We got in. You can start monitoring now, and we have some Intel we will send in due course.”
“Good work Sergeant,” a female voice said, “I’ll see you all later.”
“Honestly, who do they think they are dealing with here,” Heather said with a smile.
Rick looked in on the children, smiling as he saw them sleeping peacefully. This had been a great idea of his wife’s, to hire a house up here for the month while she was doing the background work, and he was polishing the script.
This project – he knew Goldstein only did quality work, but he had read the reports as well, and this bunch of women were absolute psychos – from what he had read, at least one of them was genuinely insane. Yet, the double robbery in New York last year was rumoured to be linked to the slavery scandal – had they played a role in shutting that down?
Walking out onto the balcony, he looked out at the dark water lapping on the shores. “Such a peaceful place,” he said to himself before he walked back in – and stopped dead in his tracks.
She was impeccably dressed, in a tailored blue jacket and tight knee length skirt, dark hose and four-inch stiletto heels. A blue and gold scarf was tied round her neck like a cravat, and he could see a gold pin on her lapel in the shape of a cat, curled up as it seemed to look at Rick.
“Don’t make a sound, you mother fucking puissant,” she growled as she caressed the sawnoff shotgun in her leather gloved hands, her short black hair pressed down by the dark stocking the covered her head.
“Oh shit – the kids…”
“My friends are making sure they behave themselves,” the masked woman purred as she walked forward, “but you – you’re mine. Your wife has been asking some very awkward questions about me – so I felt you both needed to be reminded that asking after Miss Panther and the Pussycat Gang is not conducive to your fucking health.”
“Cassandra – where is she?”
“Enjoying the company of Miss Puma and Miss Cheetah,” the masked woman said as she walked over, stroking Rick’s chin before she slapped it hard. “I’m sure the fucking whore will enjoy learning first hand what we can do – as will you, ass kisser.”
From somewhere else in the house, he could dimly hear Cassandra talking with two other women, and he could hear from the tone of her voice she was fearful as well.
Rick started panting, as the masked woman slowly looked him up and down. “Now, fuckwad, get on your knees and put your hands behind your back.”
“If you hurt one hair on her…”
Rick gasped as he was hit in the stomach with the gun, and dropped to his knees, while the masked woman opened a bag and took out several lengths of brown rope. Walking behind him, she reached round and placed her hand between his legs, squeezing hard as she said “hands behind your back, or I cut them off and use them to gag you.”
“All… All right,” he gasped as he slowly moved his hands behind his back, panting, trying to remain calm as he felt the rope digging into the flesh around his wrists, forcing them together as he felt the cords going around and between his arms.
“What… What are you going to do to us,” Rick said as he felt the masked woman pull the rope between his arms.
“None of your fucking business, shitbag,” the woman said, as he felt his arms been pulled together, the rope around his elbows almost making them touch – and then she wrapped it around his chest, pinning his arms to his back as it went around his stomach and his upper arms. At the same time, he clearly heard Cassie pleading “Please, does it have to be so tight…? No, no, please I’ll be good, don’t…”
He had never had this happen to him before, but the last thing he wanted to do was upset the kids, so he stayed calm, breathing heavily as the ropes tightened still more.
“Hmmm – you’re a strong little fuckwad, aren’t you,” he heard her say as the leather gloved hands reached around and caressed his chest, before pulling his shirt open, the buttons flying off as she pressed his body against hers, her chest forced against his back as she moved to and fro.
“What are you doing,” he gasped, only for her hand to reach down and grip his sac again.
“Did I say you could talk, pisser,” she growled as her hand massaged him, and then squeezed in a sudden grip as Cassie gave out a muffled moan in the other room.
“NNOOOOOO please,” he moaned, and then felt his head pulled back as she pressed the nylon covered lips against his.
“Open that clit sucking mouth of yours,” she said, Rick nodding as he did so, and then felt the taste of a dirty pair of panties as they were pushed into his mouth.
“Fresh from your fuck bitch,” the woman said before she produced a roll of duct tape, and wound it tightly round his head, sealing the silk into his mouth as he started to whimper.
“OH you little fucker – this is turning you on, isn’t it, fuckface,” the woman said, Rick nodding, unable to deny the way his cock was starting to throb. He was then pulled over onto his back, looking up as the woman stood astride him and squatted down.
“Let’s see just how much of a fuck machine you can be,” she said as she stroked down the inside of his legs with the gun, and then ran the cold metal up between his legs, before reaching down and unfastening his pants.
He was unable to stop her as she used the end of the gun to pull the pants down his legs, and then quivered as she slid the gun barrel into his boxer shorts, using it to pull them down as well. His wife’s voice has also become more muted, but she could hear the muffled pleas and gasps as well.
“Hmmm,” she said as she pushed his legs apart with the gun, and then knelt down, her leather gloved hand stroking his member, “this really is getting you fucking hard, isn’t you dirty little fucker?”
Rick nodded slowly as he saw her reach for the bag, and take out two more lengths of rope. Bending his legs, she tied his ankles to his thighs, and then slowly, sensually, started to stroke his cock, feeling the throb in her hand as she said “you want to fuck me, don’t you asswipe? I’m more of a woman then that sex bitch you call a wife will ever be, aren’t I?”
“Pllssstppp,” Rick moaned as she stood up.
With Rick safely trussed the bitch held her gun to his head. “Now where does fucking Miss Hollywood keep her jewellery?”
“Arrrrthhaaa” the terrified Rick nodded towards the open safe.
“Well isn’t that just fortunate for you that I don’t have to force you to open it mother fucker?” the thief started emptying the contents of boxes into a holdall. “Mmmm cash is always acceptable as well,” she said as she looked at a wad of notes before stuffing them in the bag as well.
“Now is there anything more deserving of my attention?” the robber yanked Rick’s head back by his hair and put the cold steel of her gun against his temple.
“Nnnnaaa!” he shook his head desperately.
“Well isn’t that lucky for you little man, “ she laughed evilly as she stroked his face with the gun barrel.
He heard her screams and called out “Shsmwffufkngswwwww”
“Watch your mouth, shithead,” the Pussycat said as she traced the gun up his chest, and place it against his throat, “or I make a new one. Got it? Now shut the hell up and see what a real fucking bitch can do for you.”
She continued to caress his cock, purring as she felt him getting harder and larger, the throbbing rising as she reached under her skirt and started to play with herself.
“Hmmgdddwhtrudngg,” Rick moaned as he closed his eyes, feeling how much the throbbing was beginning to build in pressure, knowing what was likely to happen, as she suddenly pulled her skirt up and moved across him.
“I’m so fucking going to enjoy fucking you, while my friends play with the cow next door,” she breathed as she slipped herself onto him, and gripped him, moving to and fro with him powerless to do anything other than move with her, feeling the pressure increase as she tightened her grip on him, pushing his legs out to the side as she thrust herself down on him.
He could hear Cassandra scream in the other room, even if it was muffled and muted, and he knew as this woman pumped herself up and down on him he would be screaming soon as well. She was making short gasps as well, and even through the nylon he could see her eyes glaze over.
“HswtjsssduknNNNNNNNNNN” he finally said as he came, his seed flowing into her as she opened her mouth and moaned, her body shaking as she came to a climax with him, and then looked down at him gasping, her eyes ablaze with fire.
As she came off, she reached up and pulled the stocking mask off, removing the black wig at the same time as she looked at him.
“Bloody hell,” Cassie said as she looked at her husband, “that was… Was…”
“Hmnkkw,” he said as he looked at her, and then at the ropes.
“Oh sorry,” she said as she stroked him, “let me sort that out…”
Standing up, she went and fetched a pair of scissors, cutting the band of silver tape away before easing the silk panties from his mouth.
“Shit,” Rick said as he coughed, “you really used a dirty pair of yours.”
“I was in character – it had to be right,” she said as she sat him up.
“So any insights Darling?” Rick asked as she removed his bonds.
“Oh it’s definitely a thrill,” Cassandra said as she removed her jacket, “it’s like you hold someone’s life in your hand and you can indulge in any fantasy that you’ve ever had.”
Standing up, Rick took the robe Cassie offered him, and said “How much of that was acting and how much was genuine?”
“It was all acting at first, but well then something inside took over…”
“I could tell.” Rick laughed.
“Even today, we women are taught that we are the gentler, nurturing sex, but well those feelings are neither, gentle or maternal. They are pure raw power, and I suspect you add theft and murder into the mix then the cocktail once sampled is irresistible.”
“So can I expect regular visits from the Pussycats?”
“Well maybe not regular,” Cassandra kissed her husband, “but to add spice to our life, yes I think I can promise you more.”
“Mmmmm that might be interesting,” Rick kissed her back.
“I really do now have a question I need answering by them.”
“And what is that?”
“Was crime originally meant to be a one off thing? And were they seduced by the thrills? And that’s why they keep doing it?”
“One tiny problem with that,” Rick said, “from what you told me of the trip to Boston, Jan’s contact is not up for playing ball.”
“Oh I’m going to try again,” she said with a smile, “now, fancy sharing a shower?”
Wednesday 12th August
10 am Local Time
Natalya looked out from her suite at the Hilton Tokyo, watching the morning hubbub in the city.
“Truly an amazing place,” she said to herself as she sipped her water, and then returned to the table where she was reviewing the briefing paper she had been sent from London. Wearing a short sleeved blouse with a wide black leather belt and leggings, she hoped she looked professional and casual at the same time.
“The South Africans are getting interested? This just gets better and better,” she said to herself as she read the document. The telephone ringing caught her attention, and as she answered she said “I am expecting them – ask them to come up please, and have coffee for three delivered.”
She closed down her laptop, and stood up, watching out of the window until there was a knock on the door. She opened it to welcome two women. One was the same height as her, wearing a short sleeved blue blouse and a knee length grey skirt, hose and heels, her dark hair held back from her face by a clasp. The other was shorter, with a blonde fringe, and wore a green smock over grey leggings and trainers.
“Hi I’m Jill Hudspeth,” the taller woman said, “I’m with the British Embassy…”
“At least officially she is.” The smaller woman broke in, “I’m Niki Abata, and I run Xavier International’s little branch office here in Tokyo.”
“Madame told me you’d be dropping in.” Natalya smiled as there was another knock on the door. She went and allowed the waitress to bring the drinks in, smiling as she signed the chitty and bowed before showing the waitress back out.
“Now, where were we,” she said as she poured the coffees.
“We both got the briefing documents, what can we do to help?” Jill asked as they sat around the coffee table.
“Well,” Natalya said, “you can fill me in with some up to the moment intelligence on the Death Dragons.”
“Hitaki Yoshimi is back from his little visit to Macao.” Niki answered. “Our contacts there mentioned he met covertly with an Assistant Deputy Minister from the Ministry of Foreign Trade called Xia Yang.”
Natalya frowned. “An Assistant Deputy doesn’t sound very senior?”
“We think he’s merely a go between for someone higher up in the ministry.” Jill answered. “I’m looking into the current People’s Committee structures, trying to trace likely suspects.
Niki looked at her tablet. “The Death Dragons have their fingers in several pies, gambling, extortion, prostitution, the drug trade…”
“Just to name a few.” Natalya nodded.
“Our estimates have them knee deep in cash, but because of the hostility of older, better established Yakuza’s, with very few opportunities here in Japan to turn it into clean money.”
“As Niki says, we think they are financing the Chinese as a way of both turning dirty money into usable income, but also to curry favour in what they think might be a market ready for their type of operation.” Jill checked a small notebook she carried.
“I’ve seen similar groups at work in Russia.” Natalya nodded. “How many soldiers can the Death Dragons put in the field?”
“Maybe 250, plus say 25 more senior people who actually run and administer the foot soldiers activities.”
“Do they have any idea who we really are Niki?”
“I’m not sure…”
“That I do not like.” Natalya shook her head, “I am HOPING we have at least a certain cloak of anonymity to hide under.”
“I have a contact who might be able to tell me if they’ve heard of Madame X.” Jill spoke.
“Ask, but try and make sure no suspicion is aroused please.”
“Got it,” the British woman nodded. “So what do you think?”
“I think we should see Yoshimi-san for ourselves – do we know where he likes to unwind at the end of the day?”
“I will arrange a booking,” Niki said. “And what of Miss Tanaka?”
“I am meeting her this afternoon. I’ll tell her what we know – see if that particular old family can pinpoint the local field leaders. We meet in the hotel lobby at seven?”
“I’ll make the necessary arrangements.”