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Training Day - Part 6
Wednesday 14th September
9 am
Xavier International

The quiet hum in the room dropped off as Francesca came in, closing the door behind herself.
“Alright ladies,” she said as she looked round the table, “I think most of you know who I am, but for those of you who don’t, my name is Francesca di Cambrello and I’m a former Admiral in the Italian navy who retired recently after a career in various aspects of Intelligence work.”
There was a mumbled series of responses.
“We are gathered here because this organization, and myself personally, have been asked by a very senior figure in the US intelligence establishment to advise them what we can discover and reveal about certain covert operations being indulged in by a foreign power, designed to influence, and undermine, the current US election process.”
“With the best will in the world Admiral,” one of the women said, “why ask us?”
“Because Madame X’s org
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The Family Night IN
They could hear the fireworks outside, see the flashes and bangs through the windows as the television played in the background, and the two girls gasped at the sights – but their gasps were muted as their mother and grandmother looked over, trying to find some way to help them…
4 pm
“What are you doing Lily,” Mandy said as she called up the stairs.
“Playing with Lil-Lil,” the young girl called back, “when will tea be ready?”
“Soon,” Mandy said with a smile as she went to the kitchen, and put the oven on.  She was in her mid sixties, but with her shoulder length ash blonde hair she looked younger and liked to dress that way as well.  Her black top fitted tightly, with a deep V-necked front to show her chest, a short red skirt, dark tights and knee length boots.  The boots were made of a purple fabric, with a paler band at her ankles and over her foot to give the impression she was wearing heels and tights
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Jay and the Two Mothers
The large house stood a way back from the main road, a large wall surrounding the grounds, a pair of gates across the main entrance to the building.  An avenue ran from the other side of the gate, but access was only possible through an intercom or a pass key.
The avenue itself ran through the trees, and came out to the front of the redbrick house, built in the 1930’s with plenty of rooms.  On this particular winter’s day, the sun shone from a clear blue sky, but there seemed to be nobody at home.
Of course, appearances can be deceptive…
“LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!”
“Robert,” the woman said quietly, “please, do not raise your voice.  They told us, if we do as they say, we would not be hurt.  So calm down, and we’ll be all right.”
“Lissen to yer sister, Robbie – she’s speaking sense.”
The eleven year old boy looked at the woman who had spoken with the Scottish accent, and said “I do
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Training Day - Part 5
8 pm
NuBlu Classic, Avenue C, Alphabet City

“Here we go,” Marina said as the cab pulled up to the sidewalk, “The perfect place for a night out.”
“So what are the plusses? And what are the minuses on this place Marina?” Lily asked as the five women got out of the cab.  Marina and Tracy were wearing leather jackets and trousers with t-shirts underneath, Lily, Frances and Louise in short sleeved tops, mini-skirts and heels.
“The plusses are easy, a plentiful supply of single men.”  As Marina paid the cab, she continued “the downside of that abundance though is that most of them either work on Wall Street, or in places like the law firms that make their livings from advising the Wall Street guys.”
“Crap,” Louise shook her head, “I know the type, we get similar guys in LA except there they bore you talking about their jobs in the entertainment business, and how great they are at their jobs…&
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The Lunchtime Bandits
Spring
The music playing over the loudspeakers of the EeezeShop supermarket was quiet, but it served the purpose of keeping the mothers and other shoppers amused as they made their way round the aisles.  And if the music suggested something they had seen on an advertisement, so much the better, as far as Jack Delaney was concerned.  The general manager looked out from the large window on his office, onto the aisles below, and smiled to himself.  This was going to be a good day.
As the telephone rang, he sat down and picked up the handset, nodding to the secretary as she brought his morning coffee in.  “Hello?”
“Jack darling – how’s the coffee?”
“Not bad,” Jack said as he took a sip, “how are things at your end, darling?”
Ellie Delaney smiled as she looked round the neatly furnished room.  “It’s good – Polly just came in, and we’re going to go the hairdressers in a little
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Guising
Trick and Treat was never a new concept in Scotland, where I grew up, although we knew it by a different word – Guising – and it took a different, less aggressive form.  The concept was the same – groups of kids going and knocking on doors while wearing costumes, and still asking Trick or Treat, but the Trick was usually a little act, a dance, or a song – and they would do it regardless, because then most people would give a treat.  It may be tinged with the innocence of youth and a bygone time, but it seemed so different then – even with some of the more unusual sights…
Guising always happened in the two or three days before the 31st, and this particular year – well, what started it actually happened the night before I and my friends were going to go out.  There were a few groups of friends going round, and when I answered the knock on my front door I recognised Joey, my friend from school.  He had four sisters, and as I lo
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Training Day - Part 4
5 pm
The Huntingdown Apartment

It was a rare occurrence now all three were at college, but Abby smiled as she sat with Jo and Carina, Judith playing on the floor in her pyjamas.
"I'm telling you girls,” she said as she sipped her coke, “cerise is going to be a huge color on the runways for the next couple of years."
"You think Abs?" Jo asked.
"According to what some of the people were saying at my shoot this morning."
"And according to that piece in the Times this morning," Carina added.
"I haven't seen the newspapers yet,” Jo said as she sat back, “Big Sister and me were busy teaching Lily and her trainees the fine art of the virgin burglary this morning."
"How did it go?" Abigail asked.
"Not at all bad, it helps that many of them have advanced breaking and entry skills already."
"That helps," Carina said as she lifted Judith on to her lap.
“Still, they had something to learn – and they did a good job on their test this afternoon for Madame.&
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Training Day - Part 3
The Farm
“Come ladies,” Susan said as she held the door open, “your instructor awaits.”
As Lily led the group into the courtyard, they saw a number of mats laid out, and in the middle a woman, dressed in black, only her green eyes showing.
“Greetings,” she said in a Chinese voice, “I am honoured that you would join me today.”
"Have we met? You seem familiar?" Louise stared at the woman clad entirely in the classic black ninja outfit.
"Your memory is excellent," Marina smiled at the sound of the accented voice that the voice modifier produced. "We did indeed meet in Tokyo briefly, and again in London."
"I thought so," Louise looked intently at the woman's eyes, the only part of her head that was visible, trying to imagine the face under the disguise.
"In my profession I am known as The Mongoose ladies..."
"And what is that profession?" Evey interrupted.
"I am an assassin Honoured Ladies," Marina bowed formally, "and I am here to bot
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Turn and Turn Around
Frances closed her front door and sighed, putting her large shoulder bag on the floor as she slipped her long tan coat off and placed it on the coat stand.  It had been a – difficult – day at the office, and she wanted to unwind, eat, shower, consider what she was going to do next.  The heels of her black leather boots clicked on the wooden floor as she did so, punching through the silence as she opened her refrigerator, took out a bottle of Chardonnay, and then found a clean glass.
Looking at the amber liquid as it filled the glass, she sighed again and thought of what she had discovered.  A senior admin assistant at a firm of accountants, she was dressed fashionably but conservatively, in a white top with black horizontal stripes, and buttons on her left shoulder, and a long brown wrap leather skirt, the silver buttons shining in the dim light.
“What am I going to do,” she said quietly to herself as she sipped her wine, and then jumped as she he
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Selfie Sleepover
Looking down at Amanda he whispered quietly “you stay here, and I’ll make sure the rest of your guests get here safely.”
She nodded and watched as he left the room, smiling before he closed the door, and she settled down to wait, anticipating the fun ahead…
Yvonne smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side as she did so.  She had bought the dress in John Lewis earlier that day, and she was pleased with the way it looked now as she stood in her bedroom.
It was made of yellow cotton, sleeveless with a wrap round design, a rose design at her waist and slightly to the right on front.  The effect was a layered and slightly pleated skirt, which came down to her knees as she stood in matching high heeled sandals.
“Perfect for the party,” she said to herself as she checked the style her brown hair was in was holding, and then she picked up her mobile phone.  “Just a quick one,” she said as she looked a
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Training Day - Part 2
The Farm
As the barn doors opened, Lily looked up to see Susan pulling a dress rack in, a number of bags on it as Shirley came over.
“Tough day,” Susan said with a smile as she stopped.
“Had worse,” Tracy said with a smile.  “What’s in the bags?”
“A change of clothing – but first, Madame?”
"Okay ladies we must now deal with an issue that can either make or break the kind of missions that this team will be tasked to undertake," Shirley spoke softly.
“And that is?”
"You need to be able to blend seamlessly into any kind of social environment without arousing suspicion."
"Isn't that just part of the whole thing of hiding in plain sight Madame?" Frances asked.
"It is, but you need to perfect your social craft to absolute perfection. Merely being able to pass is not going to be good enough, you must learn to blend in so that in any situation you are all but invisible."
"Meaning what Madame?" Evey asked with i
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Training Day - Part 1
Friday 9th September
7 am
FBI Headquarters, 935 Pennsylvania Av.
Washington DC

The two security guards looked out as the grey panel van drew up outside the entrance to the main building.
“What do you think they want,” one of them said as the side panel was opened, and a large grey sack pushed out onto the pavement before the van drove off at speed.   The second guard looked out, and then walked to the door, drawing his weapon as he said “call the Washington PD, just in case.”
“Roger that,” the first guard said as his partner walked slowly out, looking up and down the nearly deserted street as he walked slowly to the sack.  Looking down, he saw the blood soaked stains in the cloth, as he turned and looked to where his partner was.  “Get some backup here,” he called out, “I think there’s a dead body in here.”
7 am
The Farm

“Get up.”
Lily slowly opened her eyes, to see two women stan
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On this day, there are some people that come to mind...

My late father, who landed on the D-Day beaches the day after the landings, and saw the horror there.  Who fought through Europe with the Royal Engineers as a gunnery NCO from '44 to '45, saw action at Arnhem and other places - and as I discovered the one time he talked about it, was one of the company that found a stockade with the gates locked in the woods outside a town called Belsen...

My late sister's husband, who served in the seventies and early eighties, and spent time in Northern Ireland...

My late brother, who served in the REME in Ahganistan, the Gulf War, and a few other places...

And many others I can think of...

As the poet put it, in the rising of the sun, and the going down of the same, I will remember them.  But more than that - be it sunny or raining, calm or storm, wherever and whenever, they fought so that I have the freedoms to come to this place, and write the things I do.

I will remember them.  So should you.

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Wednesday 14th September
9 am
Xavier International


The quiet hum in the room dropped off as Francesca came in, closing the door behind herself.

“Alright ladies,” she said as she looked round the table, “I think most of you know who I am, but for those of you who don’t, my name is Francesca di Cambrello and I’m a former Admiral in the Italian navy who retired recently after a career in various aspects of Intelligence work.”

There was a mumbled series of responses.

“We are gathered here because this organization, and myself personally, have been asked by a very senior figure in the US intelligence establishment to advise them what we can discover and reveal about certain covert operations being indulged in by a foreign power, designed to influence, and undermine, the current US election process.”

“With the best will in the world Admiral,” one of the women said, “why ask us?”

“Because Madame X’s organization based as it is in what I will describe as many highly lucrative, if illegal, activities, has access to resources and operatives that can work outside the norms of normal intelligence activities, and which can generate results much quicker than those produced by conventional methods.”

“Or in other words since we already routinely break the law, then we have no problems continuing to do so.” Dominique drew some small smiles and some laughter from the assembled group.

“As Caroline quite rightly said our mission is to discover exactly what is going on, and deliver our findings to the relevant authorities.”

“You mean we are helping just the sort of people who want to catch and punish us?” one of Caroline’s security staffers asked.

“I know it’s an off the wall idea,” Francesca laughed, “but essentially yes, to fight a larger evil, devils deals have been made.”

“So how are we going to make this work Admiral?” Illyana asked.

“By setting up from scratch what will in effect be a miniature intelligence service, complete with all the various kinds of operatives found in any national spying organization.”

“We can actually do that?” someone asked.

“With the personnel we can draw on, and the financial backing of Madame X, then yes we can.” Francesca looked from face to face.  “We have a base secured, under cover of a new office for Jameson Security, and George is there now overseeing the workers doing the refit.  We move there Monday.”

“In the meantime,” Dom said, “brush up on your Russian and surveillance techniques.  Some of you were involved in the Walrus operation – tell the others what was involved.”

The telephone rang, and as Caroline answered she said “Yes?

“Thank you – show our visitor to my office.  Francesca and I will join you shortly.”

“Our visitor?”

“Well – yours actually.  You have your instructions ladies – Charlotte will provide more details when we leave.”

As the two women left, Charlotte said “listen up…”

“Would you bring coffee for all three of us, Sandra,” Caroline said as she entered her office, Francesca smiling as she said “you made it.”

“Xavier International, Francesca,” the visitor said as she stood and hugged Francesca.  She was wearing a blue trouser suit and white blouse, Francesca in a long sleeved dress and Caroline in a black leather skirt and white jumper.

“I’m on the board of directors as their Legal Officer.”

“Will you introduce me,” Caroline said as the coffee was brought in.”

"Alright Caroline this is Kay Cornwall, Kay this is..."

"Caroline Jameson," the smaller woman smiled as she shook the tall blonde’s hand, "I've seen her pictures everywhere it seems this past year."

"Please be seated.  Francesca tells me you are a civil servant in London Mrs Cornwall?"

"I am, and please call me Kay."

"Alright Kay it is.  How do you take your coffee?"

"Black.  Can I grab a picture of us together before we finish in a bit, both my husband and my sons are never going to believe that I met you otherwise."

"Sure," Caroline smiled.

"Now if we've got the preliminaries out of the way," Francesca smiled, "Kay you do know that Caroline, on top of her modelling work, is a top expert in the security field."

"I'd heard that," the raven haired woman sipped her tea.

"She is also assisting me on the matter I spoke to you about on the phone."

"I'd rather assumed that she might be by her presence."

"Look,” Francesca said, “without us resorting to doing formal security checks, let me just say that Caroline has my complete trust and confidence in this work we are undertaking."

"That's nice to know.  So why did you want to meet for a coffee, Francesca?"

"Cutting to the chase Kay,” Francesca said quietly, “I want you to please bend the Departments rules, and of course without compromising SIS classified information, answer some questions we might help.”

"And maybe steer us in the direction we should be looking?" Caroline added.

Looking round, Kay said quietly “Is this room secure?”

“More secure than your offices I suspect.”

"Well, I can try."

"Good, thank you," Caroline smiled, "and to sweeten the pot I've arranged front row seats for you and Francesca for a couple of shows I’m walking."

“Now that is an idea – thank you.  But do you really believe they are trying this here?  What’s your basis?”

“I hope to find out in the next forty eight hours…”

“Alright let me paint a broad picture of what has been going on,” Kay Cornwall paused, “since the fall of the Soviet Union Russia for better or worse has turned into a quasi-capitalist economy. The problem though is that the political institutions, and democratic structures, that to some extent rein in the power of the rich in other parts of the world, have not been put into place.”

“Isn’t all that common knowledge Kay?” Caroline asked.

“To the people who pay attention? Then yes. However a lot of people haven’t been looking closely and don’t understand.”

“Reduced to basics, the richer you are in Russia the more power you have, and to maintain that power the so-called oligarchs, and their allies who head up Russian organized crime, are in a continuous fight to become both wealthier, and to enjoy more political power.” Francesca smiled. “It’s blatant corruption on a scale that even Italians such as myself can’t imagine.”

“It’s no coincidence that the man we believe is the richest, and most corrupt, governs the country with an iron fist, squashing his opponents by stripping them of their fortunes, and rewarding his allies with more and more goodies.”

“I’ve worked in Russia, and Kay, without saying who they are, I have contacts in the Russian underworld, however that is a far bleaker picture then even the one I had,” Caroline shook her head.

“It’s true though Caroline, it’s also true though that to protect and launder their ill gotten gains, many rich Russians have been laundering their cash in the West. I think you’d be shocked if you knew just some of the banks and people we think at The Department have been complicit in all this.”

“Alright accepting that, we’ve been asked to investigate covert political actions, not financial crimes.”

“It’s part of the leverage they are using Caroline,” Francesca smiled. “Just think how easy it is to manipulate people who owe you money, or who you have evidence of wrongdoing that their own countries legal systems would take a dim view of?”

“Then put yourself in the traditional Russian mindset that fears invasion, and domination by foreigners, and a historically active policy to confront their actual, and potential, enemies, and you have people at least thinking about how can we undermine the strength of our opponents,” Kay sighed.

“Add in that they now have a very sophisticated knowledge of both the technology that pervades our lives, and how to use that technology to influence peoples thinking, and you get to where I think we are in the world today.” Francesca sat back in her chair.





11 am
Xavier International


“So the building will meet our needs?”

“It should do,” Francesca said as she sat opposite Shirley in her office, “and we should be fully up and running by Monday.”

“Excellent – any other progress?”

“Okay Shirley - I can give you an idea of the rough organizational and command structure that I’ve worked out, though there are still slots to be filled.”

“Understood.”

“Hannah will function as my chief of staff, managing the flow of information and people I see. I trust her and her judgment implicitly, so it’s logical she does that job.”

“I agree.” Shirley glanced down at the document that Francesca had given her.

“Caroline with all her skills will make an excellent Head of Operations, overseeing most of our work outside the building.”

“She does have a lot of relevant experience.”

“Given the need to protect Heather’s identity as the Hidden Hand we can’t have her compromised by having her on site, so my daughter will do the job as Head of Electronic Intelligence gathering.”

Nodding, Shirley smiled as she said “Charlotte brings amazing skills of her own to that post you know?”

“I do,” Francesca smiled in return.

“What made you chose Eleanor to supervise the actual offices and the analysts?”

“She’s done similar jobs in the past, and though she’s not a direct expert on Russian Affairs I’m very confident that she will soon get up to speed.  In addition, I know she is meeting a local expert who has been – loaned out to us for this project.”

“Agreed,” Madame nodded, “I’m amazed you’ve been able to put this together so quickly.”

“Well there are still huge gaps to fill, but now we have heads of department appointed they can take over most of the responsibility for staffing their own various shops.”

“So what is your next move Francesca?”

“I’ve called a heads meeting in 25 minutes time. Now I have your permission to proceed I’m going to start laying down the operational guidelines I expect people to work within.”

“Sounds good – keep me informed.”

“Of course,” Francesca said as Shirley stood up.  “Lunch appointment?”

“I need to meet Alex with John – and then confirm Maisha has arrived safely.”

“Where has she gone?”

“To walk the walk…”



5 pm Local Time
The Training Camp of the Sisters of Maisha
The South Africa/Botswana border


The group of women looked round as they stood in the dirt yard, unsure about what was going to happen.  The oldest was in her early fifties, the youngest sixteen, and they had come from all continents and nations.  In total there was around twenty, each with a rucksack next to them.

“I’m Anouska,” one woman in her early thirties said to the dark skinned girl standing next to her.  “You are?”

“Blessing – I guess you are from Eastern Europe?”

“The Ukraine – what brings you here?”

“To learn to fight those who oppose us – you?”

“The same,” Blessing said as she looked over.  “Someone is coming?”

The group turned and watched as three women walked over.  One was tall, blonde, the second a smaller and older African woman, and the third a one-legged dark skinned woman.

“Welcome, sisters,” the blonde said as the trio stopped in front of them, “welcome to our training camp.  I am Teacher, and I am in charge of this facility, and your training.  I have with me two of the instructors – this,” she said as she turned to the smaller woman, “is Little Teacher, and during your training she is here to act as your counsellor and confidant.

“This other woman is our cook and one of our small arms instructors – we know her as Poison, but do not let that put you off.  The food here is edible, and you will be glad of it.”

As the women looked round, Teacher said “you are here to train with us, and learn from us as well as each other, to see if you are worthy of joining our Sisterhood.  All of those who teach you, and the others who are here, do this to ensure that justice is served for those who seek to oppress those who cannot fight back, and we do this in the name of the Heart and the Strength, who were the ones who freed the first of us from their bondage.

“In their name, I welcome you, and I ask you in their name to swear that you will do all that you are asked to do, and support each other.  Will you do this?”

“For the Heart and the Strength,” the group replied, Blessing nodding as she stood with Anouska.

“Good – tonight, you may prepare your sleeping area, and then join us for a meal and the evening talks.  From tomorrow, you will be assigned to work rotas and training times – work hard, learn well.  Little Teacher?”

“Follow me,” Marigold said as they picked up their rucksacks and followed her, Helga and Sunshine watching.

“Blessing?”

“It was her choice – and now she begins the training…”


12.30 pm
The Modern, MOMA


“If Francesca is going to be staying in New York for an extended period then we need sort out a few things to entertain her,” Rachel McNally said as she took a dainty bite from her food.

“What you mean is that we need to find her a man so that no one’s husband develops wandering eyes towards a woman who isn’t just exceedingly beautiful, but also hugely rich.” Pussy commented.

“You are starting to understand how the game works Pattycake,” Liz smiled at her sister.

Pussy looked over at Paulie with exasperation as she shouted “MOTHER!”

“I know darling,” Paulie shook her head, “aren’t you really too old to be teasing and annoying your sister like that Liz?”

“Why break a lifetime habit?” Tonia laughed.

“Puss you know I only do it to get a reaction,” Liz laughed, “you really are too easy.”

“If we can get back to what Rachel was saying though,” Kelly mused as she sipped her wine, “I for one am just a trifle insecure when I compare myself to the Marchesa.”

“What about her plastic surgeon friend?” Juliette asked.

“Definitely just a friend I hear.”

“Well scratch him then Kel.”

“We need get her to join our lunch group,” Janice remarked, “then at least we can get to know her.”

“And keep an eye on her as well,” Gale Callaghan smiled a trifle wickedly.

“Darlings remember she’s hear to advise on internationally important changes to trade law,” Diana sipped her drink, “she might just be too busy to have a social life?”

“It’s never a time when it is too busy to lunch – we just need to find the right incentive…”


Times Square

“V – thanks for meeting me,” Eleanor said as Veronica came into the diner.  “I’ve ordered you some lunch.”

“Alright Eleanor,” Veronica said as she sat on the stool, “why have I been told that orders have come down from on high temporarily transferring me to Homeland Security, and that said orders are the work of Ed Preminger?”

“Because something is going on Commander that requires your particular expertise.”

“Okay you only use my rank when it’s official business Eleanor…Do you care to spill the beans please?”

“I know you noticed Ed doing a rare public appearance at Shirley’s apartment in New York…”

“And his having long chats with both Francesca and Janice…Yes I did. Does this all relate to that?”

“It does indeed.”

“Why didn’t you tell me something was going on?”

“Because until last night even I wasn’t included in on the secrets.”

“Oh,” Veronica said as she swallowed some of her sandwich, “is that what has been driving you crazy?”

“Yes,” Eleanor laughed. “I hate knowing something is going on and being kept outside the loop.”

“So what did you learn last night?”

“That Ed has unofficially commissioned a non-official group to do some work and research on his and our nations behalf.”

“Oh?” Veronica was suddenly alert.  “Which unofficial group? And which people?”

“Francesca di Cambrello is basically running the thing, and the personnel she’s drawing in come in part from the Sisters, but also from other, shall I say perhaps not totally legal, groupings.”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“Exactly.”

“So I’m being unofficially seconded to work with these people? Why?”

“Because they need an expert in the workings of Russian organized crime, and that is one of your fields of expertise.”

“Okay,” Veronica took a moment to think. “Where will I be working, and who will I be reporting to?”

“Jameson Security are opening new offices in New York City, their operation will serve as a front for what we are doing. I’m going to act as Head of Personnel.”

“Meaning what?”

“That I will be supervising most of the on site staff, and in particular the analysts like yourself who will be taking the raw intelligence and hopefully telling just what it all means, then producing recommendations for future action.”

“I see,” Veronica took a deep breath, “it sounds for all the world like a miniature complete intelligence department.”

“A little,” Eleanor smiled, “but a totally unofficial one.”

“Of course,” Veronica laughed.  “So when do we start?”

“Unofficially?  We should have the offices ready Monday, but in the meantime, here’s what we need…”



The Richmond Mansion

“Alright time to let the games begin,” Heather laughed as she opened up her computer, put her coffee on the table, and smiled broadly.

“I know that look,” Sandy groaned, “how much trouble are you about to get yourself into Lover?”

“Who says I’m going to get into trouble?”

“I do,” Sandy rolled her eyes when Heather opened a case and started to put several electronic devices on the table, “especially when I see you bringing out some of your toys like those.”

“I just want to do some common or garden hacking darling…in the Russian delegation to the United Nation’s computers.”

“In WHERE?”

“Calm down Lover, it’s not like I haven’t been in there many times before.”

“I know you’ve done this before, what worries me is that this time they will catch you.”

“Well in the remote chance they do see my presence, this device,” Heather pointed, “will make them think that their intruder is in FSB headquarters in Moscow…that should confuse them. Anyway I won’t be there long I simply want to download their personnel files.”

“Should I ask why?”

“Francesca wants to know who and who isn’t likely an agent. I suspect tomorrow she’ll ask for the same information from the consulate.”

“You know this could all create a monster diplomatic incident?”

“Only if I get caught,” Heather grinned as she started turning things on.  “Oh -by the way, Doc is calling in on her way home.  I’ll talk to her, the get her on her way…”



7 pm BST
The Hilton London Metropole



Yuri Yeltsin walked into the hotel bar, looking round before he walked to the counter and signalled to the barman.

“Whisky Sour,” he said as he looked round, seeing two women sitting along the bar.  They were both slim, one with long red-brown hair, the second with shorter dark hair.  Both were wearing tight leather trousers, the redhead with a black silk blouse open to her chest, the second a blue mohair jumper, and both had on black ankle boots.

The grey haired man paid the barman and sat quietly sipping his drink as he kept glancing to the side.  He could see them looking at him as well, and it had been a long day.  He did not particularly like attending these conferences, but he went where he was called to go to…

“Hi.”

Yuri turned his head to see the redhead sitting next to him.  “Here on your own,” she said with a smile as she played with her empty glass.

“In a way – I’m attending a conference here,” Yuri said with a smile.  “You?”

“Me and my friend are in town for a few days, and were wondering what we were going to do tonight.  Can we buy you a drink?”

Yuri suddenly looked to the side to see the dark haired woman sitting next to her, smiling as she waved her glass round.  He glanced to the side, and then said “why not – same for me, and whatever they are having.”

“So what’s your name?”

“Yuri – and you ladies?”

“Dora and Nora – cheers,” the dark haired woman said as all three raised their glasses.  Yuri took a drink, and smiled as he said “so what is your idea of a good time?”

“I am – flexible.  And you ladies?”

“We can also be – flexible, correct Nora?”

“Oh yes Dora,” the red head said with a smile as she looked at Yuri.  The Russian licked his lips, as he said “so, would you be interested in spending some time, being flexible together?”

“What sort of women do you think we are,” Dora said with a smile.

“The flexible and accommodating type – room 1204, fifteen minutes?”

“We’ll bring a little surprise,” Dora said as Yuri finished his drink and walked off, Nora watching a man who was watching him and then followed.  She whispered something into Dora’s ear, and then went after the second man herself…


Hearing the knock on the room door, Yuri smiled as he closed the lid of his laptop, and checked the bottle of champagne before he opened the door.  “Ladies,” he said as he stood back, “thank you for accepting…”


His eyes shot open, his voice faltering as a man fell in, his head turned to the side as his lifeless eyes looked out into the world.  As he stared, Dora and Nora walked in, their faces set like stone as Dora pointed a gun at the professor.

“What the hell…  Who are you?”

“Your worst nightmare – good night Professor,” Dora said quietly as she fired a dart into Yuri’s chest the professor staring at them as she staggered back, and then fell onto the bed.

“Dora and Nora?”

“Best I could come up with in the time we had,” Jo Frost said as she left the room, returning with a laundry basket.  “Give me a hand getting him in here, Cassie.”

“What on earth do the Sisters want him for anyway,” Cassandra Craig said as she and Jo lifted the professor into the laundry basket, before she grabbed his case and started to pack his belongings.

“All I know is there was a call from Little Mother, to get him on a plane waiting at Northolt tonight,” Jo said as she put his computer into a bag.

“And him?”

She looked at the dead man, before she said “we can drop him off after we get him to the plane – I know a deep lake we can use…”


4 pm
The Richmond Mansion


Doc sipped from her coffee mug, before she said “So you want me to act as a courier Heather?”

“I do Doc.”

“Why not just press send and transmit electronically?”

“Because Francesca wants to completely minimize any chance of one of the better Russian hackers somehow intercepting.”

“That I can understand.  Okay - What am I supposed to do then?”

“Take the hard copies of the documents I’ve processed to Caroline’s building each afternoon, and return with the materials they want me to see.”

“How dangerous is this?”

“Let’s put it this way,” Heather said as she handed a small package over, “just for once Juliette is authorizing you to carry a weapon.”

“That serious eh?” Doc whistled.

“I want you to take all appropriate countermeasures Anna.”

“You mean never use the same route, vary between driving and taking the subway…”

“You are getting the idea.”

“So when do I start?”

“Today – give me a few minutes…”


7 pm
The Village


As Ama and Annie cooked in the kitchen, Caroline and Francesca talked quietly in her room.

"So does anyone look familiar to you Francesca?" Caroline asked as they perused the personnel files that Doc had delivered.

"Well HER I definitely know, but she's not a spy," the admiral pointed at the picture of Madame Elena Rostakova and chuckled.

"Care to explain?"

"She's a butch lesbian who tries her luck with most women she comes in contact with."

"Do the Russians know that?"

"Yes, and they know she's something of a joke in diplomatic circles because of it."

"So why does she keep her job?"

"Because they have no one knows more about international trade law and the various treaties that govern it."

"So they tolerate her personal peccadilloes?"

"They do Caroline. I've already made an appointment to go see her next week regarding the work I'm doing for Sigi, just remind me to wear a trouser suit please."

"Will do," Caroline laughed.

"Now in contrast to her these people interest me," Francesca indicated a small batch of papers she'd put to a side.

"Are they FSB?"

"Either that or Military Intelligence."

"Do you know them then?"

"Personally? Then no. But I've been in this business long enough to be able to smell agents and these people reek."

"So what are we going to do about it?"

"We start discreet enquiries with our various sources about them, and we start to build up complete files on each of them."

"Or in other words we start to do our real work?"

"Exactly."

“I also had word – your package is arriving in the morning.  Shirley will brief you on the arrangements…”

Midnight BST
RAF Northolt


Opening Yuri’s eyes and shining a light into them, Jo Frost saw the pinpoint pupils, and let the eyelids drop on the man secured to the chair.

“So what is this place that is his eventual destination Jo?” Cassandra Craig asked as her friend came back from checking on their prisoner.  Both women had now changed into combat trousers and army style jumpers, with black ankle boots, their hair held back in ponytails.

“I’ve got no clue,” The Icicle said as she sat back down in her seat and strapped herself in. “All I’ve been told is that we will be met at this airstrip we will be landing at, and that from there he, and us, will be taken to ‘an undisclosed location’.”

“God even the terminology reeks of the bad old days,” Cassandra shook her head.

“I know Cass,” Jo said as they heard the engine start, “I thought that we’d long since stopped doing these ‘extraordinary renditions’ as well.”

“Can I take it that we don’t want to know who, or what, is waiting for him?”

“I’m guessing so.” Jo closed her eyes, “I’ll just assume though that because this is being done on behalf of The Sisters that it somehow fits into the greater good.”

“As always – we grunts don’t need to know the whole truth.  Wake me when we get closer…”


Thursday 15th September
9 am
Xavier International


“Good morning Penny – is that the morning report?”

“It is,” Penny said as she handed the files over.

"So,” Shirley said as she flipped through the typed sheets, “any early indications of how things are going in West London Penny?"

"Sue wrote that she and Colin are doing the usual election day stuff getting their voters to the polls. I think she's going to be glad when it’s all over and her life can revert more or less to routine."

"I can understand that," Madame smiled.  “And I am sure Agnes will welcome her back as well – with the girls starting with the private tutors I recommended, she will be anxious to return to useful things.”

"Agnes and Dame Margaret both sent me some analysis."

"And they are predicting what?"

"That of course Colin has lost. But they are also seeing indications of what they describe as a small swing from Labour to Conservative, and a near collapse in the UKIP vote..."

"Well their woman was an atrocious candidate," Shirley interrupted.

"She was," Penny smiled, "anyway I think the consensus is going to be that Colin and Sue made a very good fist of it, and that at the next General Election he will be rewarded with a safe seat."

"Good."

"And of course Sue has got all her crap out there and has even become something of a plus for Colin because of the reputation she's acquired campaigning."

"Yes, it’s been obvious she can talk to people in ways they understand." Madame smiled. "So will you and some of the other senior staff join me at home to watch the declaration tonight?"

"I'd like that Madame....Thank you.  Any word on the guest?"

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door as Francesca and Charlotte came in.

“I will inform you in due course, Penny – please, both of you, take a seat.”

“So what is the word, Madame,” Charlotte asked as Penny left.

"Susan is on the way to escort 'our guest' to a secure facility we have access to where he can be questioned Francesca."

"Thank you Shirley," the Italian woman looked at her watch, "how far out are they still?"

"They should be landing in 30 minutes," Madame said as she looked up at the clock on her office wall.

"You know I'm not 100% happy that I can't supervise the interrogation directly..." Francesca adjusted her skirt as she looked over.

"I've explained as far as I can why certain people who you may, or may not, have worked with in London, are pretty touchy about revealing their identities, or the locations of their facilities."

"I know Shirley."

"And you can supervise via the secure video link set up by The Hand." Charlotte added.

"I know,” Francesca said quietly, “but I also know from experience, how much you can tell just by being able to look someone straight in the eye."

"Just trust these women know exactly that Francesca."

"Honest Mama you must trust them. These women are messy and vicious, but they do get excellent results."

“Is it going to be – difficult to watch?”

“Possibly – but that will be later.  For now, let’s see what else we can learn.  From last night?”

“We have identified a number of potential targets,” Francesca said, “Charlotte will liaise with Caroline on getting surveillance set up.”


9.45 am
New Jersey


As the plane taxied to a halt, the side door of the black van opened, a woman stepping out wearing a black leather jacket, tight leggings and over the knee boots, as well as black gloves and a beret, the veil covering her face as well as the dark glasses underneath covering her eyes.

She watched as the taxi came to a stop next to her, the doors opening as the pilot lowered the stairs, and Jo walked down the stairs.

“Welcome Icicle – Madame thanks you again for your help with this,” the veiled woman said.  “I trust you and your partner had a pleasant journey?”

“The scenic route – very nice.  Your guest is inside.”

The veiled woman indicated to the side of the van, as a door opened and two black clad and masked woman left to go into the plane, returning with Yuri between them as Cassie got down.

“You are both to come with me,” the veiled woman said, “but we require you to be blindfolded for security reasons.  There will be refreshments, and a chance to rest, when we arrive, and recover from your trip.  Madame wishes to meet you both tomorrow to thank you.”

“Acceptable,” Cassie said as she looked at Jo, the veiled woman handing each of them a blindfold.

“I regret to say you must travel in the back, but it will be a short journey.”

“This is like Kabul all over again,” Cassie said as she got in.

“And like Kabul, we say nothing,” Jo said as she joined her, both sitting and putting on the blindfolds as the door was shut, and the van moved off…
Training Day - Part 6
In which new staff are recruited - and a special pair of guests help out...
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On this day, there are some people that come to mind...

My late father, who landed on the D-Day beaches the day after the landings, and saw the horror there.  Who fought through Europe with the Royal Engineers as a gunnery NCO from '44 to '45, saw action at Arnhem and other places - and as I discovered the one time he talked about it, was one of the company that found a stockade with the gates locked in the woods outside a town called Belsen...

My late sister's husband, who served in the seventies and early eighties, and spent time in Northern Ireland...

My late brother, who served in the REME in Ahganistan, the Gulf War, and a few other places...

And many others I can think of...

As the poet put it, in the rising of the sun, and the going down of the same, I will remember them.  But more than that - be it sunny or raining, calm or storm, wherever and whenever, they fought so that I have the freedoms to come to this place, and write the things I do.

I will remember them.  So should you.
They could hear the fireworks outside, see the flashes and bangs through the windows as the television played in the background, and the two girls gasped at the sights – but their gasps were muted as their mother and grandmother looked over, trying to find some way to help them…


4 pm

“What are you doing Lily,” Mandy said as she called up the stairs.

“Playing with Lil-Lil,” the young girl called back, “when will tea be ready?”

“Soon,” Mandy said with a smile as she went to the kitchen, and put the oven on.  She was in her mid sixties, but with her shoulder length ash blonde hair she looked younger and liked to dress that way as well.  Her black top fitted tightly, with a deep V-necked front to show her chest, a short red skirt, dark tights and knee length boots.  The boots were made of a purple fabric, with a paler band at her ankles and over her foot to give the impression she was wearing heels and tights.

Walking to the freezer, she took out some fish fingers and chips, putting them on trays and then into the warm oven before she turned and smiled at Lily.  The ten year old was wearing a white short sleeved top over a matching long sleeved vest, and two scarves round her neck, a purple one over a brown tiger print one.  A pair of purple leggings, and short taupe leather boots with a bow on the top of the shoe competed her outfit, with her black hair in two pigtails.

“Can Lil-Lil have a drink,” she said as she held up her doll, who was dressed just like her, with her own straight boots.

“Of course – sit down and I’ll pour her some milk,” Mandy said as Lily sat at the kitchen table, watching as her grandmother poured some milk into a glass and handed it to her, before watching Lily give her doll a drink and then take one herself.

“When does Ally get home Gran?”

“In an hour or so, and Mummy will be back at seven,” Mandy said as she heard he front door bell.  “You wait there, I’ll see who this is…”

Lily nodded as she heard her grandmother walk to the door, open it and say “Can I…”  

“Maybe it’s a present Lil-Lil,” she said to her doll, before Mandy came back in – with four women.  They were very smartly dressed, in dark jackets and skirts, tights, and heels, with white blouses under the jackets, black gloves on their hands, and dark glasses – but Lily gasped when she saw the pistol in the hand of the blonde woman.

“You must be Lily,” she said with a smile, “don’t worry – my friends and I need to talk to your mummy about something, and we need you and your granny to do something for us.”

“And what’s that,” Lily said quietly.

“Eat your tea first,” the dark skinned redhead said as the timer on the oven went off.  “Let me help you Mandy.”

As she took her grandmother to the oven, Lily whispered “who are you?”

“Well, my name is Blondie,” the woman said as she sat down, “Red is with your grandmother, and this is Black and Brown.  Who is this?”

“This is my baby, Lil-Lil,” Lily said quietly, “why do you need my mummy to do something?”

“Oh don’t worry about that – I like her outfit, just like yours?”

“Lil-Lil likes to dress like me…”

“Well, Lily, once you’ve had your tea, I need to make sure you can’t let your mummy or your sister know what is going on, and your granny will be the same later as well.  I think Lil-Lil needs to be the same as well, so while you have your tea, I’ll get Lil-Lil ready.  I promise, it won’t hurt her, all right?”

Lily slowly nodded as Mandy put a plate of fish fingers and chips in front of her, and sat at the table before she said “you’re not going to hurt us?”

“Not if you so what we say,” Blondie said with a smile as Black opened a bag she was carrying, and handed Blondie several lengths of thin cord.  “Is Lil-Lil ready?”

“Be brave Lil-Lil,” Lily said as she cut a piece of fish finger, watching as Blondie used one of the lengths od cord to tie the doll’s wrists together in front of her, and then tie her arms to her sides with two bands.  “So she can’t move her arms or hands?”

“That’s right,” Blondie said with a smile as Lily held her doll, and then kissed her forehead before she started to eat some chips.  As she did so, more cords were used to tie Lil-Lil’s ankles together, and then her legs below her knees, above the cuffs of the boots.

“You’re going to do that to my granddaughter,” Mandy whispered as she looked at Brown.  The woman nodded, and said in an American accent “that’s right darling – all of you will be like that eventually, even Ally.”

“Oh god…”

“It’s all right, Gran – Lil-Lil looks happy,” Lily said as she took a drink from her glass.  She can stay with me.”

“Well, we also want to make sure Lil-Lil can’t spoil the surprise by calling out,” Blondie said as she carefully removed the purple scarf from the doll’s neck, and then tied it round her head so that her mouth was covered.

“Are you…  Are you going to use both scarves?”

“Only if you think Lil-Lil is brave enough to be blindfolded – do you think she is?”

Lily thought for a moment, then nodded as Blondie used the leopard print scarf to blindfold Lil-Lil, and then made sure she was left where Lily was able to eat and watch her.

“So you are going to do this to me?”

“Oh yes,” Blondie said with a smile, “and don’t worry – it’s like a game, and Lil-Lil will be with you all the way…”



5.30 pm

“Granny!  I’m home!”

Ally looked round as she hung her coat on the rack, before she heard Mandy say “can you come into the front room Ally – we have visitors.”

“Sure – who is it,” she said as she came in – and then stood still as she tried to process what she was seeing.  Her grandmother was sitting in an armchair, hr hands behind her back, and there were three women in dark jackets and skirts, looking at her through dark glasses.

But it was her little sister that caught the twelve year old’s attention.  Lily was sitting on one end of the couch, her leopard print scarf tied over her eyes and her purple one over her mouth.  Her wrists were tied together in front of her with rope, and there were two bands of rope around her chest and arms, holding them to her sides.  Another band of rope held her ankles together, and one more her legs below her knees, with her wrists tied down to that, and her doll lay across her arms, looking just like her.

“Gran…”

“It’s al right Ally,” Mandy said quietly as she twisted round, “these ladies want to talk to your mother, and I think we’re part of the reasons she will do it.  Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right,” Ally heard a woman say behind her as a gloved hand was placed on her shoulder.  “So I need you to be very quiet, and then we’ll so to you what we did to your sister,  Are you all right Lily?”

“Hhhmhllrht,” Lily mumbled through the scarf as she nodded her head.

“But – why…”  She looked at the brown haired woman, who smiled and said “just do as we say Ally.”

Mandy watched as Blondie guided Ally’s hands behind her back, and then started to tie them together with cords.  She had her brown hair cut in a pixie cut, and was wearing a knee length dress, with a blue and brown rustic pattern, short sleeves and a square neckline.  Her legs were covered in brown leggings, and her feet in a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots.

The young girl looked round as her wrists were secured, and then a longer length of rope passed round her body, pulling her arms into her sides as it went around her waist and stomach.  “Are they robbing us, Granny,” she said quietly as h felt the ropes getting tighter and tighter.

“I don’t know – but they haven’t hurt us, and I don’t think they will hurt you if you keep calm,” Mandy said as she watched Blondie bind Ally, and then direct her to sit at the other end of the couch.

“Okay – it doesn’t hurt, but it is tight,” Ally said, Lily turning her head and nodding as she said “chnnhhshhnw?”

“Of course you can,” Blondie said as she untied the leopard scarf, Lily looking over and saying “Hlllhhshsss” through the pink scarf as Lil-Lil also had her eyes uncovered.

As she looked down, Brown was starting to bind her ankles tightly together with rope, as a loud bang sounded outside the window, all three family members looking out.

“Ah – the firework displays appear to have started.  I think there may be extra ones as well.”

“Why,” Mandy said as she wriggled round.

“It’s Diwali this weekend as well,” Black said as Ally felt her legs been secured together.  “Lots of extra celebrations.”

“I wanted to watch the film tonight as well,” Ally said with a sigh as she twisted her legs round, and looked at Lily.

“Oh that might be arranged – but for now, I need you to be quiet,” Blondie said as she looked at Lily.  “May you sister borrow your scarf?”

Lily nodded as the blonde woman picked up the leopard print scarf, and tied it tightly over Ally’s mouth, the ends hanging down the back of her neck.

“Ghhshmmlhkuhnhw,” she mumbled, feeling the cloth move on her lips as she giggled, and Lily joined in.

“So what happens now,” Mandy said as she looked at Blondie.  The woman looked at her watch, and said “well, let’s get you ready now…”  Mandy watched as Brown took more rope from a bag, and started to prepare herself…



7 pm

“I’m home!”

Rhea hung her leather jacket up, hearing the sound of the television in the front room, and looked in the mirror, brushing some lint from her short sleeved white blouse.  She was also wearing a short black skirt and stockings, with knee length black patent leather boots.

“I said I’m home,” she said as she walked into the front room, and then stared at her daughters as they both said “hhhllhhmhmmee.”

“Good evening Rhea – my name is Blondie, and as you can see, we have your family hostage.  We need you to do something for our employer, and in return, we give all of you a very special family night at home.”

Rhea looked at her mother as she struggled in the chair, the bands of rope above and below her chest holding her arms tightly to her sides, and her legs bound as well.  A brown scarf was tied over her mouth in the same way as the girls and the doll.

“Let me – let me speak to them,” Rhea said quietly, Blondie nodding as Red, Black and Brown went behind the captives and untied the gags from their mouths.  “Mum, girls, are you all right?”

“We’re fine – they haven’t hurt us,” Mandy said as Blondie also removed the scarf from over the doll’s mouth.  “Lil-Lil says she’s all right as well Mummy,” Lily said as she leaned down and kissed her doll’s forehead.

“Mum, just do what they say,” Ally said as she wriggled round.

“Brown, will you fetch them a drink and make sure they have one?”

“Of course darlings,” she drawled as Black looked over the captives.

“Red, you come with me and Rhea – we shall conduct our business in her home office.”

“I’ll be back,” Rhea said as the fireworks went off again outside, Lily and Ally watching as Mandy wriggled round.



“Log in, Rhea,” Blondie said as Red opened the laptop up.

“What is it you want me to do,” Rhea said as she looked round from her chair.

“My employer requires some funds from you, and be assured they will be put to good use,” Blondie said, smiling as she looked through the sunglasses.  Rhea nodded as she logged in, and then accessed the financial site of her company.

“Who exactly do you work for?”

“Unimportant – just do as I say,” Blondie said quietly before she gave instructions.  Rhea nodded as she watched the large amount transfer from one account to another, and then closed the laptop.

“And now?”

“And now, put your hands behind your back.”

Rhea nodded as she did so, feeling the rope on her bare wrists as they were forced together, as she said “what are you going to do with us?”

“As we promised – give you a family night in to remember,” Red said as Blondie finished binding her wrists together, and then wrapped a long length of rope around Rhea’s arms and chest, pulling them into her sides as the rope framed her chest, pulling her blouse over it.

“A quiet night in in other words?”

“Well, yes – but you will have the television on, with the film Ally wishes to watch, and the sights outside, to entertain you,” Blondie said as she pulled the ropes tighter, and then secured them together.

“Well, at least we will all be in the same room,” Rhea said as she wriggled round.  “It’s tight, but not uncomfortable…”

“Then we have done out job well,” Red said as Rhea looked at her.   “Are you from London?”

“No comment – come on, let’s rejoin your family.”


As they went back into the main room, Rhea could see Lily taking a drink through a straw from a glass, as Mandy and Ally watched.

“Did you…  Did you do what they asked,” Mandy said quietly.  Rhea nodded as she was sat down in the second armchair, watching Black as she took more ropes and crossed her ankles and started to tie them together.

“When we go, we will turn the lights off,” Blondie said as Rhea watched the woman bind her legs together below her knees as well.  When she had had finished, she stood up and looked at Blondie.

“Lily, let me show you something on Lil-Lil,” she said quietly as she took a roll of white tape from the bag, tore a small strip off in her gloved hands, and then walked over, Lily watching as she gently pressed it over the doll’s mouth.

“Wow – so she can’t speak again?

“That’s right – and I’m going to do the same to you, but I also want to put a sponge ball in your mouth.  Then you really will be like Lil-Lil, all right?”

The girl nodded as she opened her mouth, and felt the yellow sponge ball Blondie put in expand before here was the soft tug on her mouth as it was covered with the white tape.

“Are you all right Sis,” Ally said, Lily nodding before her older sister was gagged in the same way.  The two girls looked out as the sky filled again with light, while Red pushed a compressed ball into Mandy’s mouth, and then pressed the white medical tape firmly over her lips.

“Thank you,” Rhea said as she watched Blondie compress a red sponge ball in her gloved hand.

“For what?”

“For not hurting my family,” Rhea said quietly.

“It was a pleasure to be with you – now open your mouth.”

Rhea felt the ball expand in her mouth, and then nodded as Blondie pressed the tape over her mouth, the four women nodding as they left the room and turned the light off.  She looked at Mandy, who nodded as she tried to get comfortable in the chair, and the fireworks went off.  The two girls looked out of the window and cheered, as she tried to find any way to loosen and untie the knots holding the ropes around her…



9 pm

The auburn haired woman looked up as the four women walked in.  “Ah – you have returned,” she said in her deep, rich voice, “did all go well?”

“It did Madame,” Lily said as she removed her glasses, “the transfer took place, and we put the tracking software in.  We should be able to plug that security leak now, Madame…”
The large house stood a way back from the main road, a large wall surrounding the grounds, a pair of gates across the main entrance to the building.  An avenue ran from the other side of the gate, but access was only possible through an intercom or a pass key.

The avenue itself ran through the trees, and came out to the front of the redbrick house, built in the 1930’s with plenty of rooms.  On this particular winter’s day, the sun shone from a clear blue sky, but there seemed to be nobody at home.

Of course, appearances can be deceptive…

“LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!”

“Robert,” the woman said quietly, “please, do not raise your voice.  They told us, if we do as they say, we would not be hurt.  So calm down, and we’ll be all right.”

“Lissen to yer sister, Robbie – she’s speaking sense.”

The eleven year old boy looked at the woman who had spoken with the Scottish accent, and said “I don’t believe you.”

“Ah know, we look a wee bot scary, but Jay here speaks the troof.   Here – sit down and let me show ye.”

Susan Corrigan looked at her brother, and nodded as her arm was held in a gloved hand.  Fifteen minute earlier, she had taken the call from the intercom to say there was a delivery for her – and she had been expecting one, so she opened the gates and let the van in.

What she had not been expecting were the four masked men and the one masked woman who came in when she opened the door, all wearing boiler suits, gloves and black balaclavas.  The man in charge had asked who was in the house – and that was when her brother had come out.  He had come to stay for the holidays – and now, they were both captives.

Susan was wearing a red sweater, the sleeves pulled up to her elbows, jeans and a pair of knee length dark brown leather boots.  She was the housekeeper, and liked her employers – but this was something she had never expected to see.

Robert was looking from the masked women to the men, his dark hair got short, wearing a grey jumper, jeans and brown shoes.  Looking at the woman again, he said “what’s your name?”

“Ah’m called Mrs McPhee.  Now Robbie…”

“My name is Robert!”

“Robert,” she said quietly, her voice calming the boy down, “Jay, me and mah freends are staying a while, and Ah know yer scared, but I want you to trust me.”

“Don’t hurt my sister…”

“We won’t,” the man holding Susan’s arm said in a Geordie accent, “but I want you to listen to Mrs McPhee for a few minutes.”

“Sit on the floor, Robert,” the masked woman said, Robert nodding as he sat down.  Opening one of the bags the group had brought in, she took out a length of white cord, handing it to Robert and saying “Ah want ye tae hold this – tell me if it scares ye.”

Robert looked at the rope, and shook his head as he said “no – it doesn’t scare me.”

“Okay – give me it back, and then put yer feet togefer.”

Robert nodded as he handed the rope back, watching as the masked woman doubled it over, and then wrapped it round his ankles, pulling the ends through the centre loop and back as they were forced together.  Quickly, she wrapped it round in neat bands, and then separated the two ends before passing them between his legs, making the binding more secure before tying the ends off.

“There noo,” she said as Robert moved his legs from side to side, “des that hurt?  Is it uncomfortable?”

“No – it’s not too tight,” he said as he looked up.

“And you’re not frightened?”

Susan smiled as Robert shook his head, while her own arms were taken behind her back, and she felt the rope on her wrists as they were secured together.

“Now, Ah want to dae the same tae yer wrists, but behind yer back – just like yer sister.  Look at her – does she look afraid or scared?”

Robert looked up at Susan, who nodded and said “it’s all right Robert – we’ll do this together,” as the ropes were tied off round her wrists.

“Check the house, disconnect the telephones, and make sure nobody else is hiding,” the man called Jay said as Mrs McPhee walked behind Robert.  “Lean forward, and put yer hands behind yer back.”

“Okay,” Robert said quietly as he did so, and she felt his gloved hands crossing his wrists, while Susan was helped to sit next to him.

“IT’s all right, kiddo,” she said with a smile as Jay knelt down and tied her ankles together, “we’ll get through this together, all right?”  Robert nodded as he felt the rope forcing his wrists together, and then tied off before they were moved back to back.

“Now,” Jay said, “we cannot have you spoiling the surprise for your employers, so we need to put some duct tape over your mouths.  It won’t hurt, but I do suggest you don’t struggle, because that could cause problems.”

Susan nodded as she heard the tape tearing away from the roll, and then felt it as it was pressed over her mouth, listening to Robert’s mumbled grunts as he was tape gagged in the same way.

“We need a souvenir of this day however – a card for your friends.”  Jay looked round, and then picked a length of white fairy lights that Susan had taken out to put on the wall.  The two of them watched as the lights were draped over them as if they were bound together with the wires, and then they were plugged in, Mrs McPhee taking a picture with Susan’s mobile phone before she removed the battery.

“There – now we wait…”

Robert felt Susan’s hand as it held his, and he remained calm, wondering why they were there, and what was going to happen next…


“Only a week to go!”

Tina smiled as she looked in the rear view mirror, her seven year old daughter singing in the back seat.  The young girl had long, curly black hair, with a little pink clip in it, and was wearing a cream top with a beige heart on the front and trim, grey jeans and pink Ugg suede boots.  

Tina herself had on an ivory top, grey leggings and long tan leather boots, and was in a good mood.  “Family night tonight, all right Emma?”

“Casey and I are going to beat both of you,” Emma said with a grin as her mother pressed a button, and the gates swung open, their jeep heading up the drive and parking in front of the house.  Tina looked at the setting sun as they both jumped out, and ran into the house.

“We’re back, Susan,” she called out as they went into the living room, Emma grabbing her mother’s hand as they saw what was waiting.

“Oh my god,” Tina whispered as she looked at Robert and Susan, sitting back to back on the floor, their hands behind their backs and their ankles tied, and silver duct tape covering their mouths.  “What happened?”

“Hmmshhreee,” Susan said as Tina felt a hand on her shoulder, and heard a man with a Geordie accent say “hello Tina – now, you and Emma need to remain very quiet, because we’re here for a while, and you need to set a good example.”

“Mummy – why are they wearing those masks?”

Tina looked at the masked men – and women – before she said “who are you?”

“My name is Jay Edwards – I presume you have heard of me?”

Tina nodded slowly as she said “so you must be his friend – Mrs McPhee.”

“Did you do that to Robert,” Emma said as she looked at the masked woman, who smiled as she said “Aye – and Ah’m gonna dae it to ye as well, and yer ma, but furst, do ye need the toilet?”

Emma looked at her mother, who nodded and said “go with her Emma – I’ll be here when you come back.”  Emma took Mrs McPhee’s hand as they walked off, while one of the other masked man carried a chair in from the dining room, and set it on the floor.

“Now, later on, I’m going to ask you to go with one of my assistants to your office and do something,” Jay said, “but not until everyone is home.  So please, take a seat.”

“I wish to ask a favour, if I may?”

“And that is?”

“If it is me you want to do something, I want to be brought back here, not left there.  I want to be with Emma and the rest of my family.”

“On this occasion, I agree,” Jay said with a smile, “now, please – take a seat.”

“Are you both all right,” Tina said as she looked at her housekeeper and her brother, both of them nodding as she sat down.  Taking some rope from the bag, Jay walked behind her, taking a length of rope from a bag before he took her arms around the chair back, and started to bind her wrists together.

“Emma is seven, correct,” he said as he wound the rope around and between her arms, Tina nodding as she said “I don’t want her to be scared.”

“And neither do we, so do as we ask, and all will be well,” Jay said as he tied the ends together, and then secured her wrists to the centre spar of the chair back.  He then wrapped some rope round her stomach and the chair back, locking her against the chair back so that she was secured there.

“Wow Mum – he’s tied you to the chair!”

“It sure looks like it,” Tina said as she twisted round, smiling as she said “so what are you going to do with Emma?”

“Och ae think she can stay wif ye,” Mrs McPhee said with a smile as she picked up some rope.  “Emma, mah wee lass, will ye put yer hands behind yer back fer me?”

“Will it hurt?”

“No - it deasnae hurt, does it Bobbie?”

Emma looked at the young boy, who looked back and then shook his head from side to side as Emma put her hands behind her back, looking at her mother as Jay knelt down and secured her ankles to the front legs of the chair.  She looked over her shoulder as the ropes were tied off, and then said “it’s actually very soft, isn’t it?”

“Aye – and yer ma isnae afraid, is she?”

“I am,” Tina said as Jay tied her leg below her knee to the chair as well, “but I’ll cope.  Why don’t you come and sit on my lap Emma?”

“Can you lift me up, Mrs Scottish lady?”

Mrs McPhee nodded as she lifted Emma up and sat her across Tina’s lap, before she took a length of rope to secure the young girl’s ankles together, the rope sinking into the soft purple material, and then secured her legs together below her knees as well.

“There – is that noo nice?”

“It is,” Emma said as she rested her head on her mother’s chest, Tuna lowering her head and kissing her daughter on the head as she did so.

“Hrrrughggnthmhswhl?”

“Yes, we are – so that they do not spoil the surprise for the others,” Jay said as he tore a strip from the roll of silver tape, and pressed it firmly over Tina’s mouth as Emma watched.

“Can we watch Peppa Pig until Mummy comes home?”

“Of course you can – now lips together, my dear, and relax – better you don’t try to speak or struggle for the moment.”

“I won’t” Emma said as she felt the tape over her mouth, and Mrs McPhee turned the television on while Jay and the others watched.

“Oh – almost forgot,” Jay said with a smile as he draped the fairy lights over both of them, and took a picture with Tina’s phone as they looked at it.  “Now, enjoy the show…”


“Was it a good party, Casey,” Elaine said as she drove through the gates of their home.

“Not bad,” the nine year old said as she swung her legs up and down in the back seat of the jeep.  She was wearing a white top with gold polka dots and long sleeves, a gold chiffon tutu skirt, thick white tights and gold Ugg boots, a white hairband with a gold bow keeping her strawberry blonde hair back from her face.

Elaine smiled as she pulled up outside the house.  “Well, it looks as if everyone else is home, so let’s get in and Susan can get supper started for all of us,” she said with a smile as she turned the car engine off and got out, the heels of her brown leather boots clicking on the tarmac.  The legs of her red jodhpurs were tucked into the knee length leather, while a brown and black leopard spot pattern scarf was wrapped round her neck.

Casey jumped out and ran into the house as her mother closed the car doors and locked them, before she followed her in, closing the door behind herself.  “Is everyone in the front room, Casey,” she called out as she walked on – and then stopped when she saw her daughter, eyes wide as the woman behind her covered her mouth with a leather gloved hand.

“Dinnae worry lass,” the masked woman said in a Scottish accent, “everyone’s fine, right?”

“Tina?”

Elaine looked at her partner as she nodded, and said “wffnhtnbhnnhrrt – jhstdhhssthshhh.”

“Mmmmm?”

“It’s all right Casey – we obviously have some guests here, and we need to do as they say.  Look at Emma and Robert – are they scared?”

The young girl looked at the other two children, the young girl on Tina’s lap and the boy behind his sister, who both nodded as they looked over the silver tape covering their mouths.

“What…  Who…”

“Hello,” a man said in a Geordie accent behind Elaine, “don’t turn round, just put your hands behind your back…”

“Hullo lassie,” a masked woman said as she knelt in front of Casey, “yure Casey, aye?”

As the young girl nodded, the woman smiled and said “Ahm Mrs McPhee – let me look after ye.  Turn round and look at yer mammie, and let me put yer hands behind yer back.”

“Will I be like Emma?”

The Scottish woman nodded as Casey turned round, looking at her mother as the masked man took her arms behind her back, and feeling the rope on her own wrists as they were tied firmly together.  She wriggled her fingers as Emma and Robert looked at each other, and tried to move again.

“There,” Jay said as he finished binding her mother’s wrists together, “now, why don’t you sit on the floor – mummy can cross her legs, and you can sit with your back to her side.”

“Are you going to cover out mouths as well,” Casey said as she sat beside Elaine, the others watching as Jay took a length of rope, waited as she sat in the Lotus position, and then tied her ankles tightly together, the rope going round and between her legs.  Casey was watching Mrs McPhee as she tied her ankles together, the white rope on the soft silver material, going around and between her legs before it was tied off.  As she secured the young girl’s legs in the same way, Elaine asked “what is this all about?”

“We need your wife to do something for us,” Jay said as he stood up, and picked up the roll of duct tape, “and while she does that, we will be keeping you and the others company here.  We’ll make sure she gets safely back, and she will be left with you before we go – a special treat, if you like.”

“How considerate,” Elaine said as she looked to the side, while Mrs McPhee secured Casey’s ankles together below her knees, “and when will all this happen?”

“Well, I think you should have some food first – so we’re going to release your housekeeper in a few minutes, and allow her to cook some early supper for all of you.  Then we can pay a game before the kids get ready for bed.

“And how will they be in bed?”

“Secured – now, put your lips together.”

Nodding, Elaine allowed Jay to cover her mouth with the grey tape, before he passed the roll to Mrs McPhee, who covered Casey’s lips as well.  He then picked up the set of fairy lights, as both of them looked at him.

“Whhhddshlhnntnhhtt,” Tina said, the two of them nodding as Jay wrapped the fairy lights round them, and took a picture with Elaine’s mobile phone before he removed the battery.  Looking at one of the other masked men, he said “untie Susan’s legs, and then she can come with me to the kitchen.”

The others watched, Robert in particular as the men then untied Susan’s legs, and helped her to stand up.

“Whrruthknnhrrr,” he said through the tape as he twisted round.

“To cook – don’t worry, you’ll join her soon,” Jay said with a smile as Emma looked over and smiled, the tape crinkling over her mouth.




“So we’re going to eat – and then we play a game while you take Tina away.  What happens after that?”

“Well, before she goes,” Jay said as he watched the housekeeper preparing food, “the rest of you will be allowed to change for bed.  Then, we make sure all of you are unable to raise the alarm and we make sure you all get to bed.  Trust me – the kids will be fine, and so will you.”

“How do you do it – make us feel unafraid?”

“It’s a gift – so what are you preparing?”

“A shepherd’s pie – the kids love it,” Susan said as she put the pie in the oven, “so what happens now?”

“You keep working – ask Mrs McPhee to give Robert a chance to go to the toilet, and then make sure he is sitting at the table.  Then you can deal with the others.”

“Of course, Jay,” the masked man said as he left the room, while Susan cleaned some green beans.

“I don’t get it – why us?”

“Your employer is a successful businesswoman – we merely chose now to visit,” Jay said with a smile, “but your brother will have a tale to tell his friends when he returns home.”

“I think we all will,” Susan said quietly as she heard Robert walk to the bathroom, Mrs McPhee saying “efter we get ye seated, wee Emma will be next.”

“Okay – you haven’t hurt us, so I think I trust you, and the kids aren’t panicking either – but you know my employers will want to be together at the end of this?”

“It is likely – and we can accommodate that….”


“Thank you, Susan,” Emma said as she pushed her plate away, and took a drink from her glass of milk.  She looked at her legs as her feet hung over the edge of the seat, her ankles secured together, and then at the band of rope round her waist holding her to the chair.

Everyone except Susan was tied to their chair, Tina and Elaine with their feet on the floor the others with their legs hanging as Mrs McPhee watched from the side.

“Now this is going to be a different night,” Tina said as she looked at the three children, “but if you play along, I think it will be fun, all right?”

“So long as you come home, Mum,” Emma said quietly.  Tina looked at Jay, and said “how long before I have to go?”

“We have an hour or so – why?”

“I want to make sure Emma is safe before I go, so let me be with her as she is made ready.”

Jay looked at Mrs McPhee, who nodded and said “Aye – if ye’ve had enoof, ye can go and hae a clean-up and change now.  Hae a seat, Susan.”

The housekeeper nodded as she sat down, raising her arms as she was secured to the chair, while Mrs McPhee untied Emma and Tina.  “Let’s go upstairs,” Tina said as she held her daughter’s hand, leaving with Mrs McPhee as she picked up one of the bags of ropes.

“What about the rest of us?”

“Well, first we clear up – and if you promise to sit still, we won’t tie your hands,” Jay said with a smile, “and then we can set up a game of Monopoly…”



“There we go,” Tina said as she watched Emma button up her pyjama top, “I think we’re ready.”

Her daughter had washed, brushed her teeth, and changed into a pair of pink pyjamas with coloured polka dots on them.  Looking at Mrs McPhee, she said “are you going to tie me up now?”

“Aye – why?”

“I want you to tie Pookie up as well, to keep me company,” Emma said as she picked up her large teddy bear.  Mrs McPhee smiled as she said “well, Pookie may no be able ate be tied as you, but I will tie him up.”

“And keep him quiet?”

Mrs McPhee nodded as she looked at Tina.  “We need twa pairs of socks – one ankle, one long.”  As she was handed the pairs, she took the short ones and handed them to Emma.  “Put them oer his hands.”

As she did so, Mrs McPhee took out a length of rope, and then tied Pookie’s covered wrists together behind the bear’s back.  “Yer turn noo,” she said as she handed the longer pair to Emma, her mother watching as she pulled the long socks up over the sleeves of her pyjama jacket, and then Mrs McPhee crossed and tied her wrists tightly together behind her back.

“Next,” she then said as she tied some rope round Emma’s waist, fixing her wrists against her back, and then tied some round Pookie’s waist as well, before she wrapped one length round the bear to keep his arms against his body, making two bands.

“Do you have to use that much rope,” Tina said quietly, but Emma said “we’ll all be the same Mum – and I don’t mind if it means you come back safe.”  As she talked, Mrs McPhee tied her arms to her body with more rope, making two bands which she tightened with shorter lengths of rope between her arm and body on each side.

“It’s snug,” Emma said as she twisted round, then watched as Mrs McPhee tied Pookie’s legs together in two places.  “Dae ye want tae wait until we go doonstairs,” she said as she looked at Emma.

“Yes – but how will we be kept quiet?”

“I need ye,” the masked woman said as she folded a cloth, “tae open yer moof.  Ah’ll put this in, and then put mair o that tape over yer lips.”

“Thank you,” Emma said as she allowed Mrs McPhee to push the cloth in, and then press a long strip of white tape over her mouth, Tina watching as it was formed to the contours of her daughter’s chin and lips.  A second strip was then pressed over Pookie’s mouth, before she picked the bear up and said “let’s gae back doon…”

“Oh my god,” Elaine said as she looked at Emma walking in the door, the ropes holding her arms to her sides as Tina followed, and then Mrs McPhee holding the bound and tape gagged teddy bear, “is she all right?”

“Mfhhnnn,” Emma mumbled as she sat down, Mrs McPhee putting Pookie on her lap before she took a length of rope, and started to bind her ankles tightly together.

“All of you,” Jay said as he looked round the room, “will be allowed to change and then be treated in exactly the same way as young Emma here – but you have nothing to fear, so long as you remain calm and don’t struggle.  I promise you will all be safe.”

“Susan, do I have to be like that,” Robert said as he watched Mrs McPhee pass the rope between the young girl’s legs to tighten the binding, and then tie the ends off, before she repeated the process on her legs below her knees.

“We all will – but you need to be brave,” his sister said as she hugged him, while Mrs McPhee completed her work.

“It’s time,” Jay said quietly as he looked at Tina, “go with my associate.  He will tell you what to do, and he has instructions to check in with me at regular intervals.  If he fails to do so, or if you do not do as he says…”

The implication was understood, as Tina looked at the other.  “I will see you all later, be brave,” she whispered before she walked over and kissed Elaine, the two of them embracing as Emma giggled and Casey shook her head.

The two of them left the room, Elaine whispering “good luck” as they heard the front door open and close.

“Richt,” Mrs McPhee said quietly, “time fer the bairns tae get ready fer bed.  Both of ye, cum wif me – you tae Susan.”

“In the meantime,” Jay said as he picked up some rope, “put your hands behind your back Elaine…”



“What is Mr Edwards doing to Mummy?”

“He’s making sure she stays in the main room – but we’ll join them when we have finished.  Won’t we Mrs McPhee,” Susan said as she watched Casey fastening her pyjama jacket.  She was wearing a pair of pink pyjamas with a heather floral print, while Robert was wearing a pair of white pyjamas with a grey check on them.

“Are we going to be like Emma now,” he asked nervously as he looked at Mrs McPhee.

“Aye, but it’ll be fun,” the woman said as she smiled at him.  “Noo then, hold yer hands oot.”  As they did, she pulled a pair of socks over their hands and up the sleeves of their pyjama jackets, before she took two lengths of rope and walked behind them, crossing Robert’s wrists behind his back as she tied them together.

Casey watched, biting her lower lip as she then wrapped some rope around Robert’s waist, fixing his wrists against his back before she said “yer turn lassie” and bound her own wrists in the same way.

“I think you’re both been very brave,” Susan said quietly as Mrs McPhee produced two longer lengths of rope from the bag, and made sure both of the children had their arms secured to their sides, two bands above and below their chests as they stood perfectly still, and then cinched between their arms and bodies with shorter lengths.

“Noo, when ye go to yer bed, lie on yer sides, and it’ll be fine,” she said with a smile as she tied the last knot on Casey’s binding, the young girl looking at the way she was tied and nodding.

“What’s going to happen to my sister,” Robert said as he twisted round.

“Once we has ye twa doonstairs, and like wee Emma, she’ll be taken tae change as well.  Richt – it’s time.  Ah need ye both to open yer moofs nice and wide.”


“Shhhyuhrhrlhkkmmnhh,” Emma said as Robert and Casey came in, both of them with strips of white tape over their mouths, their cheeks puffed out as if something was in there behind the tape.  They came and sat either side of her, watching as Mrs McPhee took more rope to secure their ankles together, and then their legs below their knees.

“Erruthhallrht,” Elaine mumbled as she twisted in her chair, her own boots squeaking as well.  Her wrists, arms, ankles and legs were secured with rope, and tape covered her mouth as well, a folded scarf in the space behind the layer.

All three nodded as Mrs McPhee put on the DVD of Coco for them to watch, Jay smiling as he said “escort Susan to the kitchen, make sure everything is put away there, and then take her upstairs to change as well…”



Thirty minutes later, Robert looked up as his sister came back in, wearing a pair of peach pyjamas.  A pair of sports socks covered her hands and were pulled over the sleeves, before her wrists had been secured together behind her back with rope, and then to her back with a band round her waist.  Two more bands held her arms to her sides above and below her chest, white tape over her mouth and obviously packed behind it.

“Sit down,” Jay said as he indicated the chair opposite Emma, the young housekeeper nodding as she sat down and watched him secure her ankles, and then her legs below her knees, while the children kept singing along to the film.  

“Ghsswhrhlllkths,” Emma said quietly, Susan nodding as Robert said “Whhrrewhllulffhsss?”

“In the bedrooms – we’ll make sure you cannot hurt yourselves by rolling off the beds,” Jay said with a smile as Mrs McPhee said “Ahll make sum supper fer the wains” and left the room.

As she did, Jay took a mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the caller id, and then said “this is Jay Edwards.   Progress report?

“Excellent – projected ETA for return?”

He looked at the clock and nodded.  “Good – we will be ready for you.”  As he put the phone away, Mrs McPhee brought three glasses of milk and a plate of biscuits in, putting them on the low table before she gently peeled the tape away from the mouths of each of the youngsters, and eased the soaking wet cloth out.  “Thank you,” Casey said when she was able to, “are they for us?”

“Aye – we’ll help ye to have a snack and a drink, and then it’s bedtime fer ye…”

“Thank you,” Casey said as Mrs McPhee put the glass down, wiped her lips, and then put the sponge into her mouth before she wrapped the white tape tightly round her head, keeping her quiet as Robert and Casey looked on, their eyes blinking as they started to fall asleep.

“You first I think, young man,” Jay said as he lifted Robert in his arms, waiting as Mrs McPhee untied Susan’s legs, then helped her to stand as one of the associates collected the ropes.

“Ghddlhkkk,” Elaine said, Susan nodding as she walked with the associate behind Jay and Robert.  They made their way up the stairs, before Susan led them to her room, and they all walked in, Robert gently breathing in and out through his nose.  She watched as Jay laid him gently on his side, his bound wrists facing the wall by the large bed, and then secured his bound ankles to the foot of the bed with rope.

She leaned over the bed, gently pressing her own taped lips on his forehead, before she sat down, watching as Jay secured her ankles and legs again, and then lay facing her brother, grunting slightly as her legs were pulled back and her ankles secured to the ropes around her chest.

“Remain calm, and all will be well,” Jay said quietly as he turned the light off, closing the door as Susan felt her own eyelids start to close…



“Now then,” Jay said as he walked back in, kneeling and untying Elaine’s legs, “time you two went to your bed as well.”  He looked at Mrs McPhee, who nodded as she picked up Emma, and then waited until Jay put Pookie on her tummy.  He then lifted Casey up as Elaine stood, and they made their way up to the girl’s bedroom.  There were two single beds there, Elaine watching as the girls were placed so that their heads rested on the pillows, and then their ankles were secured to the foot of the bed as well.

“Ah’ll stay richt here,” Mrs McPhee said as she picked up a book, Elaine watching before she was gently guided out of the room as the masked woman began to read.

“We’re going to untie you now,” Jay said quietly, “and allow you to change before we secure you on your bed.  Your wife will be here in a little while, and she will join you there…”


As Jay opened the door, Tina was escorted in by his associate, removing her jacket as she said “I did what you asked – now what?”

“We let you get ready for bed,” Jay said as he walked her up the stairs and to the bathroom.  “Elaine selected a suitable garment for you to wear – go in, shower, change.”

A few minutes later, Tina came out of the bathroom, wearing a short dusky pink nightdress, held by thin straps over her shoulders.  IT had a lace trim at the skirt, and over it she was wearing a matching sheer lace top.

“So what now – you stop me raising the alarm?”

“Precisely,” Jay said as he looked at her, “please, hold your hands out.”  As Elaine watched, he pulled a pair of sports socks over her hands and then taped the cuffs to her arms, before he walked behind her, crossing her wrists behind her back before he started to tie them tightly together.

“Where are the rest of them,” Tina asked as he took the rope between her arms to cinch the binding, and then tied the ends off, before he took a longer length and started to bind her arms to her sides.  She could feel the band as they forced her arms against her, but the rope also felt soft…

“We’ll show you in a moment,” Jay said with a smile as he framed her chest in the ropes, and then passed the rope under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and under the other arm before securing it behind her back.  She tried to move, but could only swing from side to side as Jay said “this way please.”

He opened the door to Susan’s room, Tina looking in as she saw her and Robert asleep on the bed, bound and gagged.  He then took her to the girls’ room, Emma looking over and saying “Hllhhmhhmm” as her eyes closed and she went to sleep.

“You haven’t hurt them?”

“Nah – they’ve been wee angels,” Mrs McPhee said as she walked out of the room with them, “but she wanted tae be sure ye got back safely.  Shall we?”

Elaine looked over as the bedroom door opened, and said “Hfhkkghdd” as Tina came in with the masked intruders.  Tina looked at her wife, lying on her side on the bed, wearing the same style of night dress but in pure white.  White tape was also wrapped round her head, holding something in her mouth, and she was bound and hogtied with bands of rope.

“Are you all right,” Tina asked, Elaine nodding as she watched Jay compress a sponge in his hand, and then say “open wide Tina.”  The sponge was then pushed into her mouth, Tina’s eyes opening wide as she felt it expand, before white tape was also tied tightly round her own head to silence her.

As she sat down, she watched Jay bind her ankles and legs, before she was helped to lie on her side, looking at Elaine as her own legs were pulled back, and then secured to her chest ropes, wondering what was going to happen as Jay said “check every fifteen minutes” before they left the room.

“Sh – whthrwhhghnnedh,” Elaine said as she looked over, Tina looking back before she wriggled over, and pressed her taped lips on her wife’s…




“Have you seen the reports, Mark,” Lynn said as she passed the paper over.

“I have indeed – but we have another visit to make next weekend,” Mark said quietly, “a favour for Brian…”
Jay and the Two Mothers
Jay Edwards strikes again.  Warning - young damsels and GiD
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Remind me to ask for this week back - only been able to write for a few hours thanks to a bad throat infection and then a stomach chill.  First day I've really felt like writing all week...

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J-Jell
Nov 12, 2018
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Nov 12, 2018
7:53 am
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Nov 12, 2018
7:42 am

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:iconsilkenvixen:
Silkenvixen Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2018
I never made it online yesterday to wish you a happy birthday!!  I'm sorry, I hope it was wonderful!
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:iconachast:
Achast Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018
Happy birthday! Have your cake and eat it too 
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ThePhoenixKing Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018
Happy birthday!
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autocross386 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018
Happy Birthday!
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:iconj-jell:
J-Jell Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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:iconderdrick:
DErdrick Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018
Happy Birthday!
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Golavus Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018
And a very happy birthday to you sir!
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Jack-Rabbit2 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018  Hobbyist Artist
Happy B-day!
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Dreamerforever2004 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018
Happy Birthday, Kev! :D
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AshFan Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018
Happy Birthday and 2018, buddy!
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