(I’d like to acknowledge
the great work by Trent Wolf in his “Domino”
stories for the inspiration to pen this style of story and to the “House of
Gord” for ideas of some of the predicaments that befall Suzzanne, finally a
great fan Rollo T for his ideas and inspiration)
SUZZANNOBOT!
The Further
Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer - 4
CHAPTER 1
She
rose from the surf like a Venus, the water cascading down her body giving her
tanned toned skin glossy lustrous appearance in the brilliant sunshine, a
shower of diamonds whirled from her hair as she shook out excess water. Suzzanne
Midsummer waded up the beach dumping her spear gun, flippers and snorkel on the
sand. She unbuckled the belt and scabbarded knife from around her waist letting
it drop before reaching down to pick up her towel. Her purple polka dot bikini
did little to hide her shapely form; in fact its tie sides accentuated the
swell of her hips and curvature of her thighs and buttocks, the halter top
barely covering her generous breasts, her nipples peaked behind the material
from the cool of the water. She reached down and checked her phone, 12:37, she
need to be back in the lab by two.
She
was enjoying this assignment and today would be a significant milestone if all
went well. He last mission had gone badly wrong, she had lost a colleague, been
framed for their death, been forced to go on the run whilst she proved her
innocence and had suffered rough treatment at the hands of her
adversaries. Control felt it was time to
give her a break from Field Operations and had assigned her to a research
project M.I.7 had been funding. After a
short period of leave he had called her in to discuss the role, R&D had
been working on a secret project aimed at increasing the survivability of
operatives on active duty. They were now
at a point of carrying out some of the final testing and had asking for the services
of a suitably trained field agent, Control felt that she would be a good
candidate. It would mean a four month reassignment
to M.I.7’s small research facility which just happened to be in the Caribbean,
so she should take suitable clothing he had quipped!
She
had arrived at the tiny facility somewhere in the Windward Islands six weeks
ago to join the project team. She found it a complicated transition at first,
she had always been a field agent and this was very different role, scientific
work had different priorities. The project was headed by Dr Carol Baxter, a
brilliant Molecular Nanotechnologist and she had met with Suzzanne on her
arrival and despite her busy schedule had spent a good deal of time explaining
the project, its potential impact and Suzzanne’s pivotal role. Dr Baxter and her team had been experimenting
with Nanomedicine with the aim of finding a way to speed up healing. Whilst she had created microscopic mechanical
Nanites, these had only been partially successful she had found that DNA based
“Nubots” worked faster and at a sub cellular level, however they could not
repair physical damage quickly enough. However a combination of mechanical
Nanites and DNA based Nubots looked far more promising. Suzzanne she said was to be the “guinea pig”
for this part of the project. Dr Baxter
explained that they had tested Nanites and Nubots on other human subjects with
no significant ill effects, however once “populated” with Nanites the subject could not be treated with Nubots
and vice versa, therefore Dr Baxter explained, a new subject was needed on
which a combination of both could be tested.
Initially Suzzanne was apprehensive but Dr Baxter showed her the work
they had done to date with lab animals and if successful the benefits. She described how once populated with both Nanites and
Nubots Suzzanne would have a greater resistance to injury, faster tissue repair
and healing times and increased survivability and resilience in the field. She
reassured Suzzanne that treatment with the nanobots was safe but she was unsure
to what degree if would work and once treated Suzzanne would need to stay with the
project for a while to evaluate the benefits of the treatment. After a
sleepless night Suzzanne had agreed and had met the rest of the team. Assisting
Dr Baxter was another Nanotechnologist, Dr Peter Crawley, younger than Dr
Baxter; he was an extremely bright Oxford graduate but with a slight air of
self-importance and an aloof manner and so far Suzzanne had had little to do
with him. In the initial weeks she had
undergone extensive physiological assessment to ascertain her baseline health
state and level of fitness. That was
followed by detailed allergy testing and finally non-invasive and invasive
investigations and recording including full body MRI scans and a very
unpleasant colonoscopy!
In
between her stints as a lab rat and periods of study she had spent her time
exploring the island, swimming and working on her now virtually all over
tan. She had discovered the island
actually did not have a name was sparsely vegetated being probably no more than
five square miles in size, it had several small coves which could only be
reached by boat and one small beach from which she swam and sunbathed daily,
the remainder of the island consisted of low rocky cliffs dropping into the sea
which were dotted with caves. The facility was atop one of these cliffs and the
low camouflaged buildings of the Research Facility were virtually invisible
from air or sea. To begin with she thought she might find the isolation boring
however the schedule of work kept her busy and she found she actually enjoyed
the solitude. There were around twenty
staff on the island at any one time, mostly scientists and technicians, with
few security staff. They were a friendly
bunch especially the men, but again thought Suzzanne; she was the only woman on
the island with real figure and the only one who ever showed it off so perhaps
there was the source of her popularity!
Gathering
up her equipment and towels she climbed aboard the golf buggy and headed back
up the track to the accommodation block. She wanted to shower and clean up
before going to the lab. Today Dr Baxter planned to inject her with the
Nubot/Nanite combination and she would need to remain under close observation
in the lab for 48hours after. Dr Baxter had stipulated that she would need to
be totally free of any substances or materials for the test period and that
included, deodorants, cosmetics, contact lenses or clothing; hence she wanted
to be a clean as possible to start with.
Just
before two she left her room and crossed through the underground tunnel to the
lab block. Had she been outside she might have noticed the tinny buzz of a
small unmanned drone as it circled high over the island totally unnoticed,
relaying real time pictures to the zebra striped radio mast of a submarine
submerged just off the coast.
“Ah
Suzzanne, punctual as always” said Dr Baxter as test subject padded into the
lab, “are you ready for today?”
“Yes
I think so Dr.” replied Suzzanne.
Carol
Baxter was a small woman, however her bust rivalled Suzzanne’s and topped a
slim but shapely figure which she tended to hide with shapeless tops and a lab
coat, she would not be considered a pretty woman, but with her dark green eyes,
full lips under her short ash blond hair, many noted a latent sexuality. Indeed Suzzanne knew full well that Carol and
Peter Crawley were lovers having once witnessed their unbridled lust. A few weeks after her arrival Suzzanne had
been snorkelling around the base of one of the cliff when she arrived at one of
the coves. Pulled up on the beach was one of the facilities’ two RIBs and
picnicking next to it she saw Carol and Peter. She had planned to swim over,
however as she watched, what started as a kiss developed into something more
torrid as the prim Doctor slid down the man’s chest and over his stomach and
Suzzanne noticed her blond head begin to bob up and down, he lay back in the
sand as she pleasured him before she rose and stripped off her swimsuit. He to
rose and made a grab for her which she dodged and then ran off. From her hidden
vantage point she could hear the high pitched tinkle of a woman’s laugh as the
man caught her next to the boat, he cradled her, kissing her forcefully before
spinning her around and bending her over the side of the RIB. She watched as
his hips pounded against hers, his moans and her cries carried on the breeze,
then she twisted back to face him, pushing him down before straddling him, then
she began to bounce up and down. Suzzanne felt her nipples harden and a warmth
between her legs and all at once a wave of embarrassment swept over her and she
slid under the water and swam away leaving them to their frenzied coupling.
Suzzanne
looked around the lab; Dr Baxter was prepping a small trolley, on it she could
see the hydraulic injector she would use to deliver the injection. She though the injector looked like a Ray
gun, it was chrome and brushed steel with a knurled grip, and where the ejector
port on a pistol would be was a clamp for a vial.
“Suzzanne
would you hop up onto the table and Chris will get you ready”
The
“table” was a stainless steel examination table and getting onto it of her own
free will always felt a little odd as her previous encounters with this sort of
device had usually involved her being strapped down to undergo some sort of
torture or interrogation, this one however was devoid of the usual
restraints. She slipped off her cotton
robe and slippers and leant back against the table, it was cool against her hot
skin and she flinched.
Chris
was one of the techs in the room and he appeared beside Suzzanne and smiled
“Ready?” She nodded her agreement and
with a quiet whirring, she watched the wall change to the ceiling and the overhead
lights as the table tilted to the horizontal. She wriggled slightly making
herself comfortable, although naked she was not unduly bothered, she had lain
here many times over the last few weeks and the staff were too focused to take
much notice of her undoubted charms.
Chris
appeared above her and placed an adhesive electrode on each of her temples, then
he stuck an electrode on each shoulder and one on her left ribs to monitor her
heart rate, a grey rubber sleeve slipped over her finger to record her blood
oxygen saturation and finally he fastened a cuff tightly around her upper arm
to measure her blood pressure.
“Comfy?” Again she nodded.
The
cuff tightened squeezing her arm and she watched another tech, Kirsty noting
down the recordings. The lab door swung
open and Peter Crawley strode in.
“Almost
ready Carol?”
“Almost”
came the reply, Dr Baxter, didn’t look up from her task.
“Hello
Miss Midsummer, ready for the big moment?” he made initial eye contact but
Suzzanne watched his eyes flick up and down her naked form, lingering on her
breasts, gently curved tummy and the patch of down at the apex of her cleft.
“I’m
fine Dr Crawley, just fine” she did not really warm to the man and his gaze
gave her goosebumps.
“Good,
good” and he squeezed her forearm in a strangely un-reassuring way, he looked
on edge, furtive almost like he was waiting for something. Then she noticed
Carol Baxter was at her side smiling down.
“Ok
let’s start, everybody ready? recording on? monitoring on?” then she directed
her comments to Suzzanne.
Suzzanne,
I’ll just run over what’s’ going to happen, I’ll be introducing the Nanomix
here” and her hand touched Suzzanne’s groin.
“Into
the femoral artery” she continued, “that will ensure it is quickly diluted and
distributed around your body. You may
experience some strange sensations as the nanobots spread and begin to work. We
know from our animal work that they get to work immediately fixing microscopic
damage you may not even be aware of. I’d like you to describe the sensations as
they happen. We will be monitoring you physiologically and on camera, OK?”
“Suzzanne
nodded, “Yes Dr Baxter, let’s do this”.
Dr
Baxter pulled on a pair of latex gloves, “this is a bit cold” and she swabbed
the injection site with alcohol.
Crawley
kept glancing nervously around and she didn’t know why but it made her feel
slightly uneasy. In the distance there was a shout and a tinkle of glass and
running footsteps.
Dr
Baxter pressed the head of the injector to Suzzanne’s skin and her finger tightened
on the trigger, “here we go Suzzanne”
She
raised herself on one elbow and reached down placing her hand over the Doctor’s
and the device, “Wait Doctor, something’s not right”.
CHAPTER 2
The
door to the lab burst open and several heavily armed men in camouflage combat
clothing ran in shouting, gesturing with their weapons, Dr Baxter froze, the
techs backed away from their posts and instinctively Suzzanne grabbed the injector
from the Doctor and rolled off the table, ripping off the monitoring leads.
“Nobody
move, stand still now” came a loud accented voice and a big man filled the doo,
Suzzanne recognised him instantly, it was the General!
She
pressed herself flat against the back wall of the lab trying to move toward the
fire escape.
“Stop
moving” came a yell and a burst of automatic fire stitched a line into the wall
between her and the door and she turned to face her nemesis.
“What
is this, who are you” protested Dr Baxter.
“Now
now Doctor, just do as we say and nobody will be harmed”.
Don’t
believe him, he’s a killer” spat Suzzanne.
He
turned to face the her, a the naked
goddess, standing tensed, ready to attack, “Ah Miss Midsummer we meet again and
once again it appears it is you who are at a disadvantage” he sneered
“Fuck
you”
He
laughed; “We’ll see” and he turned to Dr Crawley, “good work Crawley, now where
are the files and the samples and we can get out of here”.
Dr
Baxter’s jaw dropped, “Peter what’s happening, what does he mean?”
“Shut
up Carol, we just want the research files and the Nanomix sample, I’m sorry it
nothing personal, more financial really” he said smugly.
“What?
You bastard,” and she lunged at him, raining blows about his face, he stepped
back, surprised and regaining his composure and felled her with a punch.
“Hah
hah hah” laughed the General, “woman trouble, Crawley? just get the sample,
where is it?”
Crawley
looked to the trolley and then quickly around the room.
“Is
this what you want?” and Suzzanne held up the injector.
“Give
it to me Midsummer” and he held out his hand.
“Come
get it Crawley” she taunted and he began to move towards her.
“STOP”
yelled the General, “what are you doing you idiot, she’ll kill you as soon as
look at you.” He swung his weapon up and
almost casually fired a short burst. Chris slammed back into the worktop before
slumping down, five dark patches spreading across his chest.
“Now
Midsummer, kneel down and give him the device”
“Ok
ok” and she stepped forward and began to offer the injector to Crawley.
Impatiently he stepped forward his hand outstretched.
“NOOOOOO”
bellowed the General. In a flash she grabbed Crawley’s arm and yanked him
toward her, surprised, off balance, he tumbled into her and her knee slammed up
into his groin, his mouth opened in silent agony, then she spun him around
twisting his arm up his back, until with and audible pop his shoulder
dislocated, then she propelled him forward towards the group of soldiers. With her other hand she swung the hilt of the
injector into the fire alarm , smashing the glass and in milliseconds the sirens
blared and clouds of freezing Freon gas exploded into the lab choking and
blinding the occupants. Turning she
kicked open the fire escape and burst out into the sunlight and sprinted for
the cliff edge.
Behind
her she heard the General roar “MIDSUMMER
YOU BITCH!” and he trampled across the room, stamping on a screaming
Crawley until he too was outside. His eyes quickly adjusting to the light, he
could see the naked woman, running, jinking and he raised his weapon and took
aim.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK,
CRACK, he emptied the magazine, the slide jerking
back and forth in a blur, the spent casings spitting, spinning into the air.
Suzzanne
heard a bullet zip past her head, then another, one hit a tree trunk ahead of
her, sending out a shower of splinters, then she felt a sledge hammer blow to
her shoulder, she stumbled but kept running, another round carved a burning
line in her upper arm, then she felt a heavy punch into her side and she looked
down as a small dark hole appeared in her flank, followed by a spray of pink,
she stumbled again, her adrenalin kicking in then she was over the edge of the
cliff and falling, spinning until she hit the water.
The
General, hardly panting reached the cliff edge a few moments later and looking
down he saw the frothing patch which marked the woman’s point of impact.
Slamming in another magazine, he emptied it into the water then waited. Nothing
she was gone.
CHAPTER 3
The General stomped back into the lab, it was
empty now save for the body of the tech. His men had lined up the remaining
staff in the restroom. Peter Crawley was nursing his arm now in a sling the
unit medic having popped it back in.
“Make sure we take everything, then destroy
everything, no survivors.” Cursed the General
“What
about her?” offered Crawley, gesturing at a defiant Dr Baxter sitting with the
other staff.
“Take
her; we will probably need her now we don’t have a sample”.
She
leapt up, never, I’ll never help you scum, I’ll…..” WAP, the General silenced her with a backhand.
“You’ll
do as you’re told or you will feel my wrath, you stupid naive woman”.
She
glared up at him, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.
Suzzanne
hauled herself gasping from the water, the impact of the fall had winded her
and now the pain of her wounds was beginning to pierce the analgesic shield of
the adrenalin. She lay on a beach inside the small cave, light filtered in from
a pothole in the cliff above. As the
pain increased she began to check herself over, a deep oozing red furrow
crossed her upper arm, her shoulder ached and wincing she twisted and could see
a crimson trail from a small hole over her shoulder blade and she could feel
she was beginning to lose the use of that arm. The burning in her side made her
look down and she had to control her fear as she saw almost black blood trickling
from a wound in her upper right abdomen, feeling around she found the entry
wound in her back and she knew the through and through wound had hit her liver,
without treatment she would bleed out and die within an hour. She controlled her breathing taking short
deep breaths, suppressing the rising panic.
From
above she could hear sporadic gunfire, and gradually diminishing cries for
help, she knew the General and his men would be leaving soon, not that it made
any difference to her, she knew she was likely going die in this cave. She was
beginning to feel light headed now, an effect of the increasing blood loss and
she felt her pulse, it was beginning to race and despite applying pressure over
the wound she could not staunch the bleeding. Looking around the beach for
anything to help her, her eyes alighted on the injector! She had run with it from the lab and must
have held onto it as she fell, She grabbed it up and checked it, it seemed
intact and the vial was still full. She
thought for a moment, the nanites where supposed to increasing healing and Dr
Baxter had said they would start to work immediately. She had nothing to lose,
checking the device was ready she knew she had one chance to get this right.
Carefully she pressed the muzzle into her groin as the Doctor had done and
pulled the trigger. The injector fired with a loud click and she felt a sharp
stab then coolness. She waited, nothing, she looked, she was sure the injector
had fired and the vial was now empty, then she felt it a warmth spreading
through her, deep deep inside, tingling, burning almost, it seemed to spread to
the tips of her toes to the top of her head, then it began to concentrate
around her wounds, increasing becoming, almost unbearable, she stifled a cry,
her head began spinning, her vision blurred, then she slumped back onto the
sand.
The
General surveyed the room, gun smoke curled lazily in the air and the bodies of
the research centre staff lay silent, still on the floor. His men had loaded computers, files, books
into the golf carts to take them back to the assault boats on the beach and
onto the submarine. Dr Baxter sat head bowed, her hands zip tied behind
her. Satisfied, he gestured to his men
who lobbed phosphorus grenades into the building and as the buggies pulled
away, flames were already licking out of the windows and white smoke began to
billow into the sky.
Suzzanne
awoke, blinking her eyes open, unsure of her surroundings, the cave was still
sunlight from the pothole but it was clear time had moved on. She raised
herself onto her elbows, her head pounded and she felt dizzy, then she realised
she had no pain. Running her hands over her belly and side she could find no
holes, just dried clots of blood much of which had seeped into the sand. She
rolled her shoulder and reaching over felt an almost imperceptible scar on the
skin under the smears of blood. She crawled down to the water edge and began to
wash of the dried blood; all that remained of her wounds were tiny skin
blemishes! She laughed, it had worked, the Nanomix had worked! She stood up and
immediately felt dizzy, then sinking back down she realised she had still lost
a lot of blood.
Sometime
later she swam ashore on the small beach, it had been a long slow haul and she
lay still catching her breath out of sight of the main beach. She could see the
tracks of the boats but otherwise it was deserted. As she approached the facility she could see
smoke curling up from the gutted building. They had burnt out the lab complex
but left the accommodation although it had been thoroughly searched. Finding
some of her clothes she dressed and after confirming her worst fears she made
her way to the down to one of the small RIB’s and headed back to the mainland
to report into headquarters.
CHAPTER 4
Control
placed his interlocked fingers under his chin, thinking, Suzzanne sat across
from him. It had been a month since her return and after being hospitalised for
a short period and a thorough medical examination she had just completed her
debriefing. Despite her recovery after
the Nanomix injection she had been dangerously anaemic from blood loss and had
to have the bullet removed from her shoulder, but none of M.I.7’s research
staff knew of or understood anything about the Nano technology she now
harboured. The nanites had somehow managed to seal the bleeding from her liver
and other wounds and had affected a greater degree of healing than would
normally have taken place in the same time, but her Doctor’s surmised that her
loss of consciousness had also affected her survival for they doubted if she
had keep moving that her tiny saviours could have stopped the bleeding. Her debrief had again raised the name of the
General, his M.I.7 dossier increasing in size as more was gleaned about him.
Little was still known of him, nobody who came into contact with him and tried
to tell seemed to survive long, except Suzzanne! Weitzman had been found dead in a hotel room
along with various “pharmaceuticals” and a dead prostitute, the whole thing
reeked of a set up but Bulgarian authorities were reluctant to
investigate. The C.I.A. had lost a man
undercover who must have to too close; he arrived back at Langley over the
course of a week in three large parcels!
“I’m
not sure Suzzanne” signed Control
“But
Control, if he’s there I may be able to recover the information or at least
find out where they took Dr Baxter and her research”
“I
know you’re no stranger to risk Suzzanne but we could provide you with no back
up in that region and the Americans are sceptical as to whether they can,
that’s hostile territory and the last we need is to go storming in there”
It’s
a risk I believe we need to take Control, I’m proof of how useful, dangerous
even this technology can be, he’s probably trying to replicate it now as we
wait. Control I know it will be dangerous but I’m probably the most suitable
agent to send, we’ve seen how the nanothings
have increased my healing rate and I know who we are up against.”
“Yes
Suzzanne I know, but you are not indestructible, remember that, you have
enhanced healing capability but you can still be injured or killed”.
“I
understand Control, but I need to do this, I had to leave those people behind
to die and if we don’t get Dr Baxter back, well who knows?
Control
thought for a moment, “OK, I’ll let you try but there will be no back up, we
can insert and extract you covertly but that’s all, we can’t be seen to have
offensive assets in the region”.
I
understand Control and thank you, I won’t let you down”.
“I
know Suzzanne, I know” sighed Control like a reluctant Father allowing his
daughter to take his car, wallet and credit cards!
Six days later as the sun settled on the skyline
a submarine periscope broke the surface 150miles off the Somali coast, after a
quick rotation to clear the horizon and sky the scope focused on a small offshore platform
about 10 miles away.
“Picking
up radar emissions Sir” came a voice from the back of the control room as the Signals
officer checked his readouts.
“Ok
Scope down, hold her steady at this depth”
“Aye
aye Sir” came another reply.
“Well
it’s there alright Agent Midsummer” said the Captain turning to Suzzanne.
After
a flight to Durban, Suzzanne had boarded the Astute Class Attack Submarine at
the naval base, her gear already having been delivered; a short underwater trip
up the West Coast of Africa had brought them to their current position.
She
had only been aboard the submarine four days but her presence had electrified
the crew unused to having women on board. Captain Liddell-Hart had surrendered
his cabin to her and assigned a marine guard for “Agent Midsummer’s safety whilst on board” and she found herself
most amused when not in her cabin to be followed around the boat by a huge
armed marine. However Corporal McMurray took his duty seriously and cuffed any
seaman around the ear who even dared to ogle their visitor.
She
had dressed in black roll neck sweater and ski pants whilst on board she felt
removed the issue free movement through hatches and up and down ladders,
however she had totally failed to realise the effect of her 36 26 36 figure in
fitted clothing on the crew and as he followed her around Cpl McMurray was glad
his fatigue trousers were sufficiently loose fitting!
“Can
you let me off without surfacing Captain; I’d rather you didn’t have to take
any more risks than necessary?”
“Yes
Agent Midsummer you can use the diving chamber” replied the Captain in his
clipped accent.
“Thank
you, I get going as soon as it is dark, how long have I got?”
“Pilot
what time is sunset? He asked
“It
will be totally dark in about forty five minutes Sir” replied the Navigator
briskly.
“Thank
you” she replied “I’ll get ready and prepared my gear, can you have my tug
prepped?”
“It
will be ready Agent Midsummer” and all eyes watched the brunette slip through
the hatchway followed by the bulk of Cpl McMurray. As her curvy derriere swayed down the corridor
a subdued “phwwoaar” drifted from the
back of the Control room.
Instantly
Captain Liddell-Hart barked “that’s enough of that Brownlow or you’ll be on a
charge” then after a pause he followed with “but we all know what you mean” and
laughter broke out around the room.
An
hour later Suzzanne stood in the Diving Chamber compartment with the Captain,
the Diving Petty Officer and Cpl McMurray.
She
had changed and prepared in her cabin and had walked through the boat in a
shapeless black coverall, now she stripped off the drab garment to reveal her
wetsuit beneath. It was strange
iridescent silver grey and had a cross hatched pattern like carbon fibre in the
fabric, but it was in fact a combination of neoprene, Kevlar and plasticised
stainless steel wire. Thin and light it
was flexible enough to allow full movement but was tough enough to resist
abrasion, stabbing, cuts and shark bites!
She
tucked her hair into the hood, adjusting it around her face before donning a
diving knife, compass and watch. The Petty Officer lifted the SCUBA pack,
totally self-contained it was matt black and would fit her back like a
streamlined shell with a built in absorber to ensure no tell-tale exhaust
bubbles. She slipped in on and shrugging her shoulders adjusted its position
before tightening the fastenings.
“I’ll
be at this location for the next three nights Agent Midsummer but then my orders
are to return to Durban, use your subsonic locator and we can guide you back to
the sub”.
“Thank
you Captain and I’ll see you in 48hours or less I hope” and she shook his hand
and turning she said
“And
thank you too Corporal” and she planted a kiss on his cheek and the big man
blushed beetroot, speechless.
Stepping
into Chamber she adjusted her mask over her face before checking her regulator,
then nodding to the Petty Officer he closed and dogged the door. A green light
flashed above his head as she signalled she was ready and with a whoosh water
began flooding into the chamber.
Once
outside the sub she made final checks to her electric tug and locked in the
compass bearing to the platform, then clipping her herself to the tug she
twisted the throttle and silently she slipped into the darkness and as the bulk
of the sub fading behind her she armed her shark stick.
CHAPTER 5
She
broke the surface about 500 metres away from the platform and killed the
throttle of the tug. Bobbing in the water she watched, she could see several men
moving about the ironworks, nothing she couldn’t handle and silently she slid
back beneath the surface and headed for one of the platform legs. She secured the tug and her SCUBA to the leg
below the surface and letting herself rise she broke into air. She checked
before hauling herself up onto the landing platform. Cracking open a
maintenance panel she entered the leg and began to climb to the top. She peered
through the gap in the door onto the main deck and waited, the platform seemed
fairly deserted and there was certainly no visible work activity. She checked
her watch, it was 23:29. She had a small
silenced pistol in a watertight holster on her thigh but chose her diving knife;
its blade anodized non reflective black. Moving in the shadows she headed for
the Control area. Her rubber soled feet
moved noiselessly over the metal gratings, at the top of the steps a door
opened and light flooded out, she flattened herself against the wall.
“OK,
just make sure the pumps are retested before the tanker arrives, I’m going to
get something to eat” and the light flicked out as the door closed and she
heard booted footfalls on the steps. Quickly she backtracked down to the
landing, crouched down readying the knife.
The man was moving quickly now two steps at a time and he passed her
hidden in the shadows, she waited until his footsteps disappeared then
continued up to the door. The was a
small window about face height and peering in she saw one man, his back to the
door surfing porn on the computer, a well hung black stud was banging a
cheerleader blond who had her legs around her ears. She pressed down gently on the door handle
until the door softly opened and she slid quickly inside.
“UHH
UHH UHH” the blond moaned loudly as the stud pounded her shaved sex. She could
see the man was rubbing the front of his trousers, fixated by the scene on his
screen. Oh well she thought, must be
tough stuck on a platform for weeks!
She
moved stealthily toward him, the knife back in its sheath, she would use her
hands.
Suddenly
he started, “Oh man shut the fucking door dude there’s a draught” and he began
to spin around his eyes widening in alarm as he saw the rubber clad figure
closing on him.
“What
the fuck” and he dived for the alarm button. Lunging forward Suzzanne blocked
him from the alarm knocking his arm up and away. At the same time she swung her
elbow round and into his jaw. He grunted in pain as his head snapped round. Stepping
backwards to face him, he began to rise from the chair and she jumped slamming
her feet into his chest cannoning him back into the chair which tipped spilling
him out backward. Hauling the chair away by the arm she dived on him, he was
rolling over now trying to scrabble away, she locked her arms around his head,
one hand on the back of his skull the other under his chin and with one swift
movement she pulled, with a crunch and a pop his neck snapped shearing his
spinal cord and he slumped forward and stayed still, Breathing hard she stood
up and closed the porn feed. Checking outside for a moment she returned to the
computer and began searching the file down into directory. They were sloppy, obviously not expecting to
be attacked as nothing appeared to be protected or encrypted. Finding a list of locations, business fronts
and high level business contacts she quickly began to download everything onto
a high capacity data stick.
As it did so she typed in to search “Baxter”
but found nothing, then “General” then “Crawley” and a file flashed up, she
opened it, BINGO, she recognised it as some of the missing data from the
research facility, she loaded it onto a second stick and searched the room
until she saw a laptop on a desk. Firing it up she typed in a ten digit code
and linked into a U.S. military satellite network, it was something she had
been shown how to do by M.I.7. R&D but only in dire circumstances as it
would trigger a security breach in the host network. The code allowed the user
to transmit data or files via the satellite network hidden in the normal data
stream form the satellite. Once downloaded it could only be accessed via a
second code. She had about thirty seconds before she was detected and locked
out, she thrust the second stick in and pushed send, then returning to the
first computer she deleted the file and fired three silenced round into the
hard drive. The laptop bleeped as it
finished sending and two seconds later she lost the connection but the file was
now safely hidden deep in a server somewhere in the Continental U.S.
Shutting
the laptop down she sat the man back in his chair facing his computer and
prepared to leave tucking the first stick inside her watertight holster. She
moved down the steps at a crouch gun in hand, she still had the element of
surprise but would shoot her way out if she had to. At the bottom of the steps
she heard voices and around the edge of the platform came two armed guards, she
crouched in the darkness, steadying her breathing. They passed not noticing her
and she waited for them to go behind some containers before she moved again,
reaching a corner she looked back a movement catching her eye. The first guy
was coming back and bounding up the steps two at a time, in a moment he would
reach the control room and find his friend dead and sound the alarm. She raised
her pistol to aim but he was gone, she reckoned she had about 20 seconds,
sprinting on her toes she dashed for the maintenance panel, once inside she
would be down and back in the water before they could stop her. Suddenly the alarm klaxon split the air and
seconds later she heard boots clattering. She was almost at the panel; she just
had to cross an open area and could see the panel ajar. Without warning
powerful spotlights flooded the platform, she skidded to a stop and dived back
into the shadows, her path to the panel was now in virtual daylight!
She
darted forward in a running crouch towards her escape route and was halfway
across when a string of bullets pinged and ricocheted off the deck plates ahead
of her, showering sparks.
“There here, over here,
level one” yelled a voice.
Suzzanne
recoiled back into the shadows, more bullets began to ping and hum around her,
she saw a muzzle flash up and to her right and fired, her aim rewarded with a
grunt and a clatter of a weapon dropping. More boots now and she began to
backtrack, if she could get down to the next level she could drop over the side
into the water. Rounding some containers,
movement caught her eye and she instinctively ducked as a gun butt missed her
head by inches. She lashed out with her fist catching the man in the groin,
then with a sweep of her leg knocked his legs from under him, rolling on top of
him, his hands scrabbled to grab her and she punched him twice in the throat
before forcing her knife up under his sternum.
He stopped moving and she rolled off grabbing up his weapon, cocking it
as she did so.
Now
she was moving again towards a set of steps, firing in short bursts to keep her
attackers heads down. Suddenly a massive object crashed down next to her,
shaking her off her feet before it rose swiftly off the deck. She watched as it stopped then swung towards
her before dropping again, shaken she rolled sideways the impact of the huge
device making the deck plates bounce. As it rose again she saw it was a huge
thick metal disc, a cable lifting it disappeared skywards. She could now see it was the disc of an
electromagnetic lifter and they were trying to swat her with it. It swung back
again slamming into the container she was leaning against cannoning her across
the deck, now in the open bullets again began to zip around her. Following the
cable along it track she saw the crane operator leaning forward in his cab high
above and loosed a burst at him as the magnet swung back at her. She saw the
rounds impact on the cab, the glass front shattering as the cab light flicked
out.
In
the cab the operator was suddenly caught in a maelstrom of bullets and glass, a
bullet burst through the sole of his boot knocking his leg off the pedal,
another grazed his forearm as pieces of glass whirled about him and he automatically
threw himself backwards covering his face with his arms, as he did so his elbow
collided with the row of switches controlling the dynamos which powered up the
electromagnet. As the magnet swung
uncontrolled over the deck the guards scattered, Suzzanne saw it coming back
towards her and flattened herself to the floor, but as it passed over her she
felt a strange dragging sensation and without warning her weapon was snatched
from her hand and flew to the passing disc. Stunned she watched the disc carry
her gun away until it reached its apogee then begin its swing back toward her,
she tried to roll away but the closer it got the stronger its influence became
until as it passed over her she was lifted bodily from the deck and dragged,
fingers clutching at the deck grating she was picked up and slammed against the
underside of the disc. Pinned, she tried to move with no effect and she
realised the plasticed steel in her wetsuit was drawn to the magnet and she was
trapped swinging helplessly above the deck.
The
guards stood puzzled for a moment then grasped what had happened, one scampered
up the ladder to the crane and took over control and within moments they stood
staring up at the silver grey figure squirming, held firmly captive by an
intractable invisible force.
Minutes
later the disc was lowered to a few feet above the deck and as the power was
turned off Suzzanne fell into the arms of the waiting guards and within seconds
was on her knees, hands behind her head guns jabbing into her ribs. One man stood before her, he looked angrily
down at her.
“Who
the fuck are you, coming her and killing my men?”
She
stared impassively back at him and sensing her disdain he gave a low growl and
swung the butt of his rifle into her gut, and she slumped sideways on the
plating coughing and gasping for breath.
He swung his booted foot into her ribs and defensively she rolled onto
her stomach trying to get into a ball. He jammed his foot down across the back
of her neck and hit her again twice with his weapon leaving her gagging,
gasping. He pressed down with his boot.
“You
will talk, if not now later” and he turned, “get me some U shackles and chain
and open up Caisson Three”.
CHAPTER 6
An
hour later Suzzanne twisted uncomfortably her arms already aching. Under direction from their leader the men had
dragged her down into a compartment deep in one of the platform legs and she
was now standing alone on steel grate and she could see still black water a few
feet below. Before abandoning her they
had made sure she was staying put. Around each of her ankles was a thick iron U
shackle joined by a foot long bar, a short length of chain linked the bar to
the grating. Around her waist was a much larger U shackle the open ends across
her back joined by a length of chain, another length of chain looped down from
the front of the shackle between her legs and up to where it was fastened to
the short cross chain. Further pairs of shackles were fastened around her
wrists and elbows which were pulled behind in a strappado. Another U shackle
had been place around her throat and another into her mouth the thick iron bar
tasting of a mix of grease and salt. A bar attached to the neck, elbow and arm
shackles prevented her from bending her arms and kept her head facing
downwards. Chains from her waist shackle were linked up to her wrists and then
more chains from the shackles at her wrists, elbows and neck were attached to a
short length of I beam above her.
The
man called down, “You are in a compartment just level with the sea outside, and
once we have safely closed this watertight door I’m going to open the sea cocks
which will connect this space with the sea outside, thee wind has picked up so
there’s quick a swell due. Well see whether you want to talk then” and she
heard the door slam and the locks close.
Then
she waited, a few moments later she heard a motor whine and the water beneath
her feet began to churn and rise, she twisted trying to find a weakness in her
bondage. The water rose up through the grate, rising, rising until it stopped
at her waist and she was glad they had left her wearing her wetsuit. She stood
there pinioned, the water slowly rising and falling around her and then without
warning the water suddenly rushed up splashing under her chin, a few moment
later it happened again and she spluttered as it splashed over her face, then
she knew, as the swell increased outside so would the rise and fall of the
water inside. The next wave forced the
water higher in the compartment and she found herself totally submerged before
the water subsided leaving her choking and coughing the iron gag making it
impossible unable to fully close her mouth.
Up
in the Control room the man watched her terror on CCTV, smiling as he drew on a
cigarette. “Hmmmmm” he thought as he watched the water sluice up and down
inside the Caisson, maybe he should have stripped her, salt water enemas might
have help loosen her tongue too.
Inside
Suzzanne was trying to match her breathing with the rise and fall of the water,
sometime she found herself submerged for up to 30 seconds as a large wave
passed, and as the water rose particularly high she felt the sharp pain in her
ears from the pressure, then she would feel the flow change and seconds later
her head would break the surface leaving her gasping for breath like an landed
fish.
The
phone rang, “Grayson here, Oh sorry Sir, Yes, a woman, she killed at least
three and injured one, No we don’t know definitely but we found a data stick
and she had downloaded network details from the mainframe” he paused listening.
“We
found a tug and SCUBA gear secured to a leg so we reckon she was launched from
a sub and was planning to get picked up, yes but we’ve detected nothing yet”.
Then
he smiled cruelly “Yes she’s being softened up, she’ll sing, Yes Sir we’ll be
ready for your arrival” and the phone clicked dead, then he punched in another
number.
“Tell
me when you pick up the General’s helo on the radar”
Suzzanne
began to notice the ride and fall of the water diminishing and then she heard
the clang of the door being un-dogged, she hung exhausted and bedraggled, compliant as the men clattered onto the grate and began
to get her down. “Someone’s here to see you” sneered Grayson. Removing all the shackles except the wrist
attachments the men dragged her up the steps and she was thrown down onto the
deck.
“Ha
Ha Ha, so we meet again my little Wildcat, I thought I had killed you” roared the
General.
She
rolled onto her back and glared at the big man standing over her, he hadn’t
changed much, he still had his slight paunch but what was different was his
nose which now was deviated to one side giving him the look of an ageing boxer,
a memento of the first time they had met!
“Nice
nose job” she retorted and the smile slid from his face.
“Indeed
I have you to thank, but maybe you should have killed me when you had the
chance because you won’t be getting another anytime soon. Anyway I can’t believe
you came all this way for a social visit and just to steal information M.I.7.
probably already has” and he held up the data stick, “So why are you really
here Kätzchen, what where you after?”
“Get some paper and I’ll tell you” and the General beckoned to
Grayson who stepped forward with a notebook and pencil.
“Go on” urged the General pleased this was not going to take too
long.
“Write this down K.C.O.C.Y.N.I.T.A.E.V.A.H.O.U.Y” she spelt the
letters out precisely as Grayson dutifully wrote them down looking up when he
had finished.
“Now write them in reverse order” she instructed and he began
scribbling his expression blanching as he wrote, then the General snatched the
book from him.
“What does it say?” and his eyes scanned the message
Y.O.U.H.A.V.E.A.T.I.N.Y.C.O.C.K.
His face reddened and the veins in his neck bulged and Suzzanne
smiled.
“GGGRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHH” he bellowed, “you think you can make a fool
of me again, you two get he up” and two of the guards hauled her to her feet.
Without warning the General backhanded her across the face,
snapping her head back, she saw stars and tasted blood in her mouth. The he
punched her hard in the stomach and she doubled over gasping, winded.
“Keep her up you idiots” he yelled as he punched her again in the
belly almost lifting her off the deck. Next his huge fist connected with her
jaw, then again and again.
“You will tell me Schlampe” and he hit her again. Suzzanne’s head was reeling from the vicious
blows and she spat a mouthful of blood onto the deck, regaining her composure
she whispered.
“Fuck you asshole” and as the
General leant in closer to hear she lifted her head and spat blood and saliva
into his face.
“ARRRRR, you fucking bitch” he
roared wiping away the offending slime as it dripped from his chin, “Grayson,
chain this bitch up and teach her some manners”
The two guards dragged her to an
upright stanchion then re-shackled her wrists behind it; one of the men was
stripping off his shirt, cracking his knuckles ominously before standing before
the fettered agent.
She looked up at him, her right eye already almost closed, her lip
swollen, her face puffy and smeared with blood, he was heavy, thick set and his
tanned tattooed arms rippled with sinewy muscles.
“Do your worst you Cocksucker” she jibed and he snickered as he
drove his fist into her midriff. He landed his next three or four blows into
her middle making her gag and retch, then the General interjected.
“Don’t hold back man, do your job” and the man reached forward and
pulled down the zipper of her wetsuit until her breasts hung exposed. His next
blows targeted her soft tit-flesh making them bounce like jellies, and she
moaned with each blow, then he began to alternate his punches, belly, face,
tits, ribs, he even landed a couple between her legs making her cry out as the
General and the other men watched.
After a while Suzzanne hung limp supported only by her bindings,
she had not responded to or made any sound after the last few blows and the
General gestured for him to stop. Grayson walked over and lifted her head by
the hair. Her once flawless face was battered and bloodied, one eye swollen and
closed, lip fat and split, blood trickled and clotted around her nose, her
breasts were showing signs of deep blue bruising.
“She’s out Sir” reported Grayson, “she’s a tough one” he added.
“She is Grayson and dangerous too, we are not going to get her to
talk now, we need to take her back to the base at Quetta were we can
interrogate her properly. I’m going to leave now but we’ll need to arrange for
her secure transfer. Until then keep her locked up and guarded at all times, do
I make myself understood Grayson, at ALL times. I’ll discuss how we proceed
with Dr Crawley, I’m sure he will have some thoughts on how we can loosen her
tongue and of course there’s always Mr Saito”
“Yes Sir I understand”
Suzzanne continued to play dead as they released her from the
stanchion and she allowed herself to be dragged across the deck and into a
compartment where she was dumped unceremoniously on the floor.
“Just use those cable straps to tie her; she ain’t going nowhere,
she’s taken a hell of a beating”
“Yeah she’s messed up bad” and she groaned as he rolled her onto
her front slipping a loop over her wrists and pulling it tight.
She heard the door clang shut as she lay there in her pain. Her
face throbbed and she felt and tasted crusted blood as she ran her tongue over
her lips, her ribs ached as she breathed and she allowed herself to close her
good eye and drift away.
Ten hours later some distance off the Pakistan coast a private jet
cruised high above the clouds. In the luxurious passenger cabin and red light
flashed on the wall phone.
“Yes” said the General putting down his drink.
“Incoming call Sir, from base, its Dr Crawley”
“Crawley, what is it?” barked the General.
“General, some of my files, they’ve gone”
“What files Crawley and gone where?”
“My some of my files General, the Nano project files from the
research base, they’ve gone, the main server was accessed from the platform and
they were copied and deleted”.
“WHAT!” bellowed the General, his face reddening, “that’s what
that fucking bitch was after”
.”Who?” questioned Crawley
“Agent Fucking Midsummer, you idiot, she infiltrated the platform
and did this, I knew the what we found was worthless to her, I’ll chop her into
pieces when I get my hands on her”
“What, Midsummer, did this, she survived, where is she now
General?”
“Oh we’ve got her, we caught her on the platform, she wouldn’t
talk so I’m having her shipped to base where we can work on her properly”.
The line clicked, it was the pilot, “Another incoming call Sir,
caller says its top priority”
“OK, put it through” and switching “Crawley, I’ll be with you in a
couple of hours, we’ll discuss this then”. Then switching back
“General here, what is it “
“Sir it’s me Grayson” the voice wavered, “Its Midsummer she’s
escaped”.
“WHAAAAAAAATTTTTT!!”
and his glass smashed against the cabin wall.
CHAPTER 7
Suzzanne
didn’t know how long she had been out but when she awoke she was chilled lying
on the steel floor, as she came awake she realised her pain had virtually gone
but as she rolled into a sitting position she was still very stiff. Her face
felt tight but as she pulled faces in the darkness she felt the crusted blood
crack and her eye popped open. Twisting her wrists she felt the cable tie and
looked for something to cut it. After a few moments of dragging it along a
rough metal edge it parted and she rubbed her wrists, then she felt her face,
virtually all the swelling had gone and she could feel no cuts only dried blood
which rubbed off under her fingers, then she gingerly felt her breasts, and to
her surprise they felt as warm and pliable as ever, good old Nanothings she thought and began to
explore her prison.
Under
a pile or tarps in the corner she found her tug but in pieces, un-repairable,
her SCUBA kit was there too but the tanks were empty. Searching further she found her mask and
flippers and after bit of wrestling she had removed the homing tracker unit
from the wrecked tug.
She
checked the door, through a bolt hole she could see an armed guard outside and
another two facing the door from across the deck, she would have no chance of
getting out that way. Exploring the compartment again she turned over another
pile of tarps to find a circular dogged hatch cover. Forcing open the rusted
closures she lifted the heavy hatch and looking down she saw the sea far below.
Judging she had no choice she slipped the tracker and mask inside her wetsuit
and looped the flippers over her arm, then sitting on the edge of the hatch she
dropped feet first.
She
hit the water feet first and kept going down, eventually she stopped and with a
kick she pushed upwards towards the light, quickly she retrieved the mask and
flippers and struck out away from the platform hoping to God the sub was still
there.
She
was a strong accomplished swimmer and soon she was a least a mile from the
platform and she activated the device, it flashed red as she trod water then
the red LED’s began to circle the edge of the face before settling on one spot,
she manoeuvred until the spot was at the top of the dial and struck out in that
direction, stopping to check her progress periodically. It would be dark soon
and she wondered if this was such a good idea, then she noticed the red LED had
changed to green, the sub had acknowledged her signal and she struck out with
renewed vigour. Single beep and she saw
the face of the device showed a circle of green LED’s, the sub was very near,
somewhere below and she waited. After a few moments she began to feel
turbulence in the water and then she felt herself being lifted, something
touched her feet and seconds later she was lying on the rubberised hull of the
sub as the water cascaded away leaving her high and dry, She heard a squeak, a
clang then a red light glow appeared from a hole in the deck, finally a head
popped out.
“Good
evening Miss and welcome aboard” said a friendly voice.
In
a large walled compound outside Quetta the General reclined on a large sofa
having just come in from a swim, he addressed the satellite phone pressed to
his ear
“Yes
make sure we are watching anywhere a British nuclear sub can dock around the
Indian Ocean. No it will be British, I have it on good authority no American
assets are involved. She will want to get back to London as quickly as possible
so I’m confident she will fly, so once we have spotted her we will need a
snatch team in place ASAP. Just make
sure they are fully briefed and know who they are dealing with, we will get one
chance and one chance only, do I make myself clear?”
Three
days later HMS Audacious docked in Durban and nobody took much notice of the
continual presence of a couple of scruffy Longshoremen either sitting smoking
or standing about near the sub. They were watching though as they saw the
shapely brunette trot down the gangplank with a Naval Officer. At the bottom
she spoke briefly with Officer before getting into a South African Navy Car which
then sped off.
Using
a nearby pay phone they called through what they had seen and within minutes a
dark SUV swung in behind the Navy car as it headed north out of the city.
Suzzanne periodically checked through the rear window and quickly picked up the
SUV. Using her compact mirror to check behind she watched the SUV swap with a
big estate car twice as they neared the airport. Reaching into her bag she checked for her
passport and tickets and leaning forward tapped the driver.
“Just
drop me in front of the terminal I need to pick up a few things”
“Yes
ma’am” came the reply.
She
had the door open almost before the car had stopped.
“Thank
you Sergeant” and she was gone disappearing into the terminal with a wiggle.
The
SUV and estate pulled up a few cars behind and six men and two women spilled
out and moved casually but quickly into the building. Suzzanne was already at check-in handing her
ticket and passport to the smiling girl.
“Any
luggage Miss Greenwood” she was travelling on a false passport and shook her
head.
“No
none thank you”
The
girl checked the picture and still smiling handed her back her passport and the
boarding pass.
“Have
a good flight”,
Suzzanne nodded smiling back and walked
briskly away, carefully scanning the people in the terminal, a short man was
watching her from the entrance and another was pretending to read a paper but
she could see his eyes follow her. She picked up her pace and her tails came
too, the terminal was not so busy at this end and she stopped, pretending to
check in her bag, then she turned and headed back. Her followers stopped short,
one split off left, the other then continued on as if to walk past her, “Hmmmm
shoddy” she thought. As the man drew level with her she barged him with her
shoulder.
“Oh
I’m so sorry” she simpered.
Rattled,
the man spluttered, “No, no it’s Ok really”
“No
it was so clumsy of me” and she began to brush and straighten his lapel.
“No
really , stop now” he blustered, failing to notice she had placed her right
foot behind his right foot and with a quick shove he toppled back crashing to
the tiled floor. Quickly she stepped forward placing her heel on the back of
his hand rolling her full weight onto it, the man screamed. At the same time
she caught sight of his accomplice hurrying back to help and as he closed with
her she stood upright and her elbow caught him full in the face, as he clutched
his now bleeding nose, she tripped him too and both men lay sprawling on the
floor. By now the sound of scuffling and the man’s cries had attracted
attention and a Security guard was approaching.
Taking
the initiative Suzzanne bewailed, “Oh I’m so sorry Officer, I bumped into this
man and in helping him I’ve stepped on his hand, I think he needs first aid and
this man seems to have slipped too”
“Don’t
worry Miss I can help” and he began to talk into his radio handset, at the same
time Suzzanne flicked back the man’s sports coat with her foot exposing his
shoulder holster.
“Oh
my” she feigned “is that a gun?” and all hell broke loose and Suzzanne slipped
quietly away through the gathering crowd. Heading for a payphone she ducked
into the booth, reaching into her bag she retrieved a black plastic rectangle
and snapped it in two, inside was a rice paper slip with a short alphanumeric
code. She punched in a short number, the dialling tone rung twice then,
“Speak
now” said a woman’s voice
“The
quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog” replied Suzzanne quickly
“Voice
recognition accepted, enter code” and she quickly entered in the numbers and
letters.
“Accepted,
speak now for ears only message”
“Control,
Access Tango Alpha Foxtrot Two, One, Zero, Six, One, Nine, Seven, Three for
urgent download, Midsummer message ends”.
“Message
accepted” and she hung up. She had just sent an encrypted flash message to
Control at M.I.7. Headquarters, instructing him how to access the hidden files
as she was not sure if she was going to get back to London anytime soon.
As
she stepped from the booth a smartly dressed older woman moved forward as if to
use it and as they passed in front of each other Suzzanne felt something in her
ribs.
“Don’t
move” hissed the woman, instinctively Suzzanne twisted swinging her arm up
knocking the gun away from her and with muffled “PHAT” a round slammed into the
back of the phone booth. She jammed her other arm across the woman’s throat,
brought her knee up into her crotch and slammed her fist in her solar plexus.
The woman sagged and Suzzanne let her slip to the floor of the booth, closing
the door. Spotting two men and another woman zeroing in on her she slipped off
her heels and headed for a plastic builders screen into an closed off area. Inside she found a restaurant area under
refurbishment and she sprinted to the far end cannoning into the fire exit. The
door didn’t open and she thumped on the release bar but the door was locked
fast, turning she saw the men and woman push through the screen and spread out.
The woman levelled the pistol at Suzzanne but one of the men stretched out his
arm pushing her weapon down.
“No
she’s to be taken alive, General’s orders” and all three began to advance, and
Suzzanne prepared herself dropping into a fighting stance as they rushed her. Sidestepping one man as he passed her a kick
sent him spinning into a pile of paint cans and buckets. She felt hands on her
and in a moment she was grappling with the other man and woman. Kicking out at
the same time as parrying strikes she felt her own blows connect, but at the
same time she too was taking punches. Her elbow smashed across the woman’s nose
and she reeled back, as she did she grabbed at Suzzanne tearing her dress off
her shoulder. She knocked away a series of chops and punches from the man
before landing three sharp jabs to his kidneys before twisting and kicking him
full in the gut with an outstretched leg sending him sprawling across a line a
tables.
The
first man was back in the game now and running shoulder down into the agent
lifted off her feet and slammed into the wall, winded she grabbed his ears and
drove her knee up into his face. A punch from the woman smacked into her jaw.
The first man was still hanging on around her waist, pinning her against the
wall and she brought her linked fists down on his back again and again. The woman grabbed her arms and with her feet
off the ground she could get no purchase, see saw two more men and the first woman
burst through the screen and struggled harder but in moments she was
overwhelmed. Twelve hands dragged her fighting to one of the tables, the
remains of her dress being shredded in the process. Forcing her face down onto
the tables two of her assailants rained punches into kidneys and ribs until her
struggling stopped, she felt her ankles being crossed and her wrists pulled
behind her and with a Zzzzzzzzzz, Zzzzzzzzzz she was secured with two cable
ties.
CHAPTER 8
The
intercom flashed on Control’s desk and he flicked the switch down, “Yes”
“Control
Sir, we‘ve just received a priority message using the emergency contact
protocol”.
“Do
we know who it’s from?”
“Yes
Sir, Agent Midsummer”
“Midsummer,
but she’s due to fly back from South Africa today, have you checked with the
Admiralty when she left the Submarine”.
“No
Sir, I’ll get on it straight away”
“And
check to see if she has boarded her flight”
“Yes
Sir”
“What
does the message say?”
“It’s
for you, Ears Only”
“Ok
Patch it through the scrambler” and he activated the loudspeaker on a black
phone on his desk. The phone hissed then he heard Suzzanne’s voice, cool and
calm.
“Control, Access Tango Alpha
Foxtrot Two, One, Zero, Six, One, Nine, Seven, Three for urgent download,
Midsummer message ends”.
Logging
into his laptop, Control clicked an icon and typed in the code Suzzanne had
given him, hit enter and waited.
The
screen blinked “Accessing files” a box
opened and he watched as the files downloading as “open files” appeared on the screen,
he clicked “Open”
As
the screen filled, Control’s face paled and he reached out blindly to pick up
his phone.
“Put
me through to Research” and the line rang three times
“Research
Section, Palmer speaking”
“Palmer,
Control, get up to my office now, I’ve something you need to see”.
Then
placing down the receiver without looking up at from the screen, he lifted it
to his ear again.
“Get
me Ops” and the line rang again once this time
“Ops”
said a voice.
“Control
here, I think Midsummer maybe in difficulties, I need an up to date SITREP on
her status now, whatever we’ve got”.
“Yes
Sir” and the line clicked dead, reaching down he opened his bottom desk drawer
lifting out the bottle of single malt and a glass.
The
snatch team stood in a circle looking down at their captive, she lay on her
back on the table her ankles and wrists bound scowling back at them.
“We
need to move her out of here to the hangar”
“If
you fuckers think I’m going to go quietly you’ve got another think coming!”
“Shut
up bitch” the woman spat, her eyes now both black from Suzzanne’s blow to her
nose.
Suzzanne
lashed out at the woman with her feet, but she knew it was nothing more than a
gesture and the woman sneered at her.
“Schneider
get the transport gear from the car.”
Said their leader and the first woman slipped out of the room, “in the
meantime let’s get started, get her up”
Suzzanne
tensed as they reached, hands grabbing her arms and they swung her around until
her legs dangled over the side of the table then they pulled her upright. She
twisted, stiffening herself trying to make it difficult.
“Get
your hands off me you Motherfuckers, let me go and I’ll let you live you
bastards” she threatened.
The
woman back handed her across the face “Shut the fuck up”.
Riled
Suzzanne tensed then swung her legs up as one into the balls of the man in
front of her and he crumpled, hands clutching his groin. Gathering her legs up
beneath her, she pivoted sideways on the arms of the men holding her then
thrust her legs out into the belly of the woman, propelling back across a stack
of tables. The men holding her gripped her tighter forcing her against the
table and finding herself facing one she threw herself forward, head butting
him full across the nose. Seeing his team being dispatched one by one, their
leader stepped in and landed a heavy hammer punch to the side of her neck, then
a straight finger jab to her solar plexus, she doubled over and collapsed.
As
she hit the floor he launched a vicious kick into her flank, “and if you have
any sense you’ll stay down” he said menacingly.
Breathing
hard she spat blood onto the floor, then said with a wry grin, “Hit a woman
would you, you’ll regret that”.
Schneider
returned dumping a big holdall onto the table and looked around surprised as
her colleagues nursing various parts of their bodies picked themselves up.
Apprehensively
Suzzanne watches as leather straps, duct tape, various cuffs and what looked
like a brown blanket were removed from the bag.
Thirty
minutes later a strange procession emerged piecemeal from the closed
restaurant. Firstly two men appeared,
then a few moments’ later two women flanking a figure wearing a burka. The
women appeared to be supporting the figure who seemed unsteady. Finally the last two men appeared and the
little group slowly made its way across the concourse. More people would have taken notice of the
group had they know what was beneath the all covering garment.
Once
recovered the group had set about getting ready to move their prisoner. They had secured her arms behind he back at
wrist and elbow with the leather straps. Two more straps around her at waist
and under-bust level kept her arms pinioned to her body. Velcro fastening cuffs
on a short strap keep her hobbled at the ankle so that she could only take
short steps. Foam padding filled her
mouth and was secured with three strips of duct tape and a strip of duct tape
covered her eyes.
To
increase Suzzanne’s vulnerability and discomfort and to exact an element of
revenge one of the women had insisted on filling her front and back with two
aerosol cans of pepper spray from the holdall. Once inserted into her they had
been secured with duct tape which had been passed between her legs and wrapped
around her waist preventing any attempt at expulsion of the intruders. This treatment also made it extremely
uncomfortable for the agent to walk and added to her shuffling gait.
Once
outside the Terminal they guided their captive towards the parked SUV forcing
her on the floor behind the back seat before driving her away. Travelling around the perimeter road to the
far side of the Airport the SUV pulled into an estate of low warehouses and
disappeared inside one before the shutter was closed. Inside Suzzanne was dragged from the car, the
burka removed and still blind, gagged, bound and penetrated she was forced
uncomfortably to her knees.
“Right
Miss Midsummer”, she turned her head towards the voice which continued “We are
going to send you on a little trip to see the General; he is very keen to get
you back it seems”.
She
wriggled, Ummmphing from behind the
gag.
“Poor
bitch” whispered one woman to the other “Once her gets his hands on her she’ll
wish she was dead”
“Fuck
her” said the other, “She deserves it as far as I’m concerned”
“Ladies,
please!” Said the first voice “we’ve got work to do” and Suzzanne jumped as she
felt a sharp scratch to her arm, then her mind began to swim and she sank
slowly onto the warehouse floor.
Back
in London, Control answered his phone, “Yes” he paused, “So what news, she left
the sub as planned and the naval driver reports dropping her at the airport?”
He
waited listening, “She checked in as planned but never boarded the flight and
security reported a fracas involving a woman fitting her description” he paused
again.
“Get me the South African Embassy I need to
pull in a few favours”.
There
was a knock at his door; “Come in” it was James Palmer the Head of Research.
“I’ve
been looking at these files you sent me, they are by no means the complete
picture but the technology is bloody fantastic, I can’t wait to until Agent
Midsummer get back and I can get a look at what else she had got”.
“I’m
afraid that’s not going to be any time soon” said Control “she never made her
flight and we’ve had no contact so she’s either disappeared purposely, been
killed or worst, taken. If anyone finds
out she harbours this technology she’ll fetch a pretty penny to the right
buyer”.
OK
Control, you’ve got a lot on now, I’ll carry on with studying the files and let
you know if I find anything”
Oh
Sorry James, yes you do that” and Palmer rose and left Control alone.
“Where
the hell are you Agent Midsummer?” said Control out loud.
At
that moment Suzzanne was just waking up in the cargo hold of a plane over the
Indian Ocean and wondering what hell the General had in store for her.
CHAPTER 9
The
General sat smoking his cigar and sipping his tea with his glasses perched on
his nose whilst he read the Wall Street Journal, he was pleased, his shares had
been showing an upturn. There was a
knock at the door and a young maid entered.
“Yes
what is it” he growled without looking up from his reading.
“Excuse
me Sir, Mr Saito said the delivery is here” she said half bowing.
“Oh
good” and he folded the paper and dropped his specs on to as he rose.
He
made his way down to the underground garage where he found a slight Oriental
man checking some electrical equipment and two large guards standing next to a
long packing crate. The crate was about
6 feet long by two feet wide and a foot deep, of robust construction it was
clearly marked “TOP” and “THIS WAY UP”.
“Good
Morning Mr Saito, are you all ready?”
“Yes
indeed General” said the man with a pronounced Japanese accent. He worn a neat
suit and his black hair was slicked back.
“Good
let’s get it open” and the guard stepped forward and began to pry up the lid of
the crate. The General meanwhile rocked back on his heels, with an air of
anticipation. As the lid was removed it could be seen the inside of the crate
was heavily padded and inside was a long dark shape. On closer inspection it
could be seen that the contents were in fact human shaped, black and shiny. The
guard began to unfasten the restraining straps that held the body securely in
the crate and as they did so the form began to move, faint struggles.
The
General stepped forward as they lifted the body onto a small metal bed with a
thin mattress. Plainly visible now it could be seen that it was a body sheathed
from head to foot in a thick black rubber cocoon. The head was completely
covered with a hood except for two nose holes to allow the wearer to breathe. A
heavy duty zipper ran from the throat to the insteps of the feet and at various
point thick straps build into the sheath were secured down the front. The body began to wriggle and twist and the
General gestured to the guards, immediately one slipped a strap over the head
and around the neck and secured it to the top of the bed, the other slipped one
over the feet and fixed it in a similar way to the foot of the bed. The form
continued to struggle until it realised the futility.
The
General moved forward and stood over the bed.
“I
hope you have had a good journey Miss Midsummer, not to arduous” he said glibly
The
form’s head turned towards the voice and began to twist and buck.
He
continued “you are quite a thorn in my side Miss Midsummer and it’s about time
I had you removed, but before we do that I need to know what you did with the
files you stole from the platform.”
Suzzanne
lay quiet now in her claustrophobic rubber prison, listening carefully to his
words, fighting to remain calm. She could barely move so constraining was the
sheath. She tried to reply but her mouth was filled by a conforming rubber gag
which rendered her virtually silent save for groans and moans. He was speaking
again.
“I
don’t really want to waste any time and I want answers straightway so my
colleague here Mr Saito is going to assist you with your co-operation”.
She
started as she felt hands feeling and pulling around her chest as Mr Saito
undid several of the straps, he then felt for the zipper at her throat and with
one action pulled it down to her navel. She felt cool air on her skin after the
confinement of the rubber, then his warm hands as he scooped out her breasts,
exposing them fully.
She
moaned behind the gag and hood in disapproval but the neck and ankle strap
restrict her struggles. Fingers rolled and pulled her nipples in turn before
she felt them squeezed in some sort of clamp.
The
small man made a few final preparations then waited for the General’s signal to
begin and with a wave of his hand Mr Saito flipped the switch.
Suzzanne
jumped, emitting a stifled moan before puffing noisily through the nose holes
in the mask, he fired the device again making her grunt and twist before
looking to the General who signalled to continue. Again and again the fiery
electricity bit at the captive woman’s squashed pink nipples, and after half an
hour of almost continuous abuse the General signalled a halt.
“Remove
her hood Mr Saito, let see if she wants to speak!
The
Japanese released the strap around her neck, then popped open the neck
stiffening collar before freeing the zipper up the back of the hood, with a tug
he pull the heinous item off, before extracting the foam gag.
Suzzanne
sucked down deep breaths, her face pink and sweaty and her hair plastered to
her head, she was glad to be free of the hood, but the General was staring at
her a look of disbelief on his ruddy face.
Snapping
back he said “Mr Saito, please get Dr Crawley down here” and the little man
bowed and left, then he turned back to face her.
“So
Suzzanne, where are the files you stole?”
“Gone
General, you’ll never see then again”
See
could see anger flash across his face momentarily but the he smiled.
“Of
course Suzzanne and you think I won’t find some way to get them again? And of
course I’ve got Dr Baxter”
Suzzanne
glared at him, knowing he was probably right, his Organisation had tentacles
into crime, politics, everything it seemed.
“and”
he continued “you won’t be around much longer to try and stop me”
“What
is it General?” said Peter Crawley
“Ah
Crawley, the technology you were working on, the technology you failed to secure when we raided the
research station, you claim it speeds up healing?”
“Yes”
said Crawley quizzically
“Well
take a look at Miss Midsummer; do you see any facial injuries?”
Crawley
stepped sideways and moved towards Suzzanne. She recoiled as he reached for her
chin. She jerked her head away,
“Take
your hands of me Crawley, you traitorous scum”
He
ignored her insults and roughly grabbed her jaw pressing his fingers painfully
into her cheeks, then staring intently at her face he forced her head from side
to side. With his other hand he examined her hair line and using his thumb
forced her eyelids up in turn, then he forcibly pressed along the length of her
nose, before almost tossing her head to one side as he released her.
“No
General, nothing significant, some slight old bruising, but didn’t the snatch
team say she put up a fight? That would
explain that”
“Well
Crawley would you be interested to know that around 6 days ago my men beat Miss
Midsummer very severely, her face looked
like ground beef and today there is no trace of it”
Crawley
stood with his mouth open, the reality of what the General was saying sinking
in.
“You
think?......”
“Do
you have another explanation Doctor” cut in the General, “Can you test her?”
Yes,
errr Yes General, can we get her up to the lab”
An
hour later Suzzanne lay strapped down on the omnipresent examination table. Crawley
had spent that time prodding and poking, X-raying and examining her, he had had
drawn blood and jabbed her with needles and now he had his answer.
“Well
Crawley?” questioned the General
“Yes
she has been populated with the Nanomix, I don’t know how but she is full of
them and judging but what you have said they work, she heal faster and go knows
what else, watch this”
Picking
up a scalpel he turned to face the restrained woman and smiled cruelly at her
as she glowered back, the ball gag preventing her from telling him her true
feelings!
He
placed the scalpel blade against her lower abdomen and with a single slow
action drew the blade across her smooth flesh. Suzzanne made no sound, just a
sharp intake of breath and her hands balled into fists as the blade traced a
white line that quickly turned scarlet across her belly. Blood welled up from the wound but as they
watched it stopped and clotted before their eyes.
“That’s
only a superficial wound but already the Nanobots are limiting blood loss and
starting to close the wound, I reckon it will be closed within an hour or two and
just a line by tonight and gone tomorrow”
“That’s
incredible Doctor, but how did they get into her, we arrived before Dr Baxter
had completed the procedure?”
I
don’t know General, that sample was the only one prepared with both
Nubot/Nanite mix, and it was destroyed in the raid”
“Maybe
it wasn’t Crawley, Midsummer had the injector when she ran off and we thought
it had gone over with the cliff with her, and I’m sure I hit her at least once,
what are the chances she injected herself?”
“It’s
possible I suppose?” he deliberated.
“So
Crawley how do we get it out of her?”
“We
can’t General, once it’s injected it bonds with the hosts systems at a
microcellular level and it’s irreversible, any attempt to extract it will kill
the subject and the Nanotechnology.”
“Are
you sure Crawley? I want this technology”
“Yes
General, however I suggest we keep her alive, we may need to carry out some
experiments, she is now the ultimate test subject”.
The
General thought for a moment, “Ok Crawley, but remember who you will be dealing
with she is lethal, take no risks”
“Yes
indeed, I made that mistake once, it won’t happen again”
“Hmmmm
quite Doctor, still if we are going to keep Miss Midsummer around her and I
have some business to conclude”
Both
men had been standing over their captive as they spoke and the General turned
to look down.
“Don’t
we Kätzchen” reverting back to the term of endearment he had used at
their first meeting although this time it dripped revenge and he reached down
and squeezed her breast digging his thick fingers into the yielding flesh
making her moan painfully into the gag.
CHAPTER 10
Peter
Crawley closed the door to his room, “Carol, would you believe it, that bitch
Midsummer managed to inject herself with the mix and it works!”
He
was rewarded with a muffled moan, as he smiled down at his once colleague. She
glared back at him, still as he had left her when the General had summoned him.
She was naked on the bed with her wrists bound behind her and then tied off to
the side of the bed frame. A heavy collar around her neck was tied to the other
side of the bed. Cords bound her ankles together and then a length from each
was tied to the bottom corners of the bed leaving her totally immobilised on
the bed, a large red ball muffling her cries and moans. Scattered on the bed
around her were dildos, butt plugs, electro-stim toys and various tubes and
bottles and discarded latex gloves. The area around her sex and anus glistened
with a copious coating of lubricant; her eyes were red and puffy from crying.
Before he had left her Peter Crawley had been practising his own form of
interrogation on the unfortunate Doctor.
“Did
you hear me; she treated herself and it works!”
Dr
Baxter twisted uncomfortably trying to speak around the gag; Crawley ignored
her continuing to talk, effectively to himself.
“We
need to make some more Carol, you need to rethink your position on assisting
me, once we can give it to the General, it will make us rich”
He
reached down and unbuckled the gag and she spat it out immediately.
“Go
boil your head Peter, I’ll never help you or that megalomaniac murderer, you’re
deluded if you think he will have any use for you once he has the technology,
we need to escape form here, it’s not too late”
“Shhhhh,
shhhhh ,shhhhh” he murmured, sitting down on the bed and stroking back the
strands of hair plastered across her face.
“It
won’t be like that, he has buyers waiting who will pay handsomely and……”
“You
idiot Peter” cutting across him “ even if he lets you live you’ll be hunted as
a traitor, there’ll be nowhere for you to hide”.
“NO
CAROL, IT WON’T BE LIKE THAT AT ALL” he shouted his mood changing instantly and
he forced the ball back into her mouth silencing her.
He
rose to leave, “You will help me Carol and I suggest you choose to do so
quickly because the General won’t be a considerate as me when it comes to
questioning you!”
Suzzanne
chomped hard on the dense foam packing her mouth but the black plastic bondage
tape wrapped around her lower face prevented her from expelling it and she
tested her restraints again. She was strapped naked to a tubular metal frame in
the General’s private suite. Leather cuffs fastened her ankles to the uprights
on either side of the frame with more cuffs at knee height which kept her
thighs widely spread. At hip height the frame angled forward and her hips
rested against a padded cross member. Her wrists were cuffed tightly to the uprights on either side of her head
and three more cross members supported her body, one padded on which her
forehead rested and two flat metal bars above and below her breasts which
dangled pendulously in front of her. These final two bars were adjustable along
the angled uprights and had been moved together so that her breasts were
squeezed between them.
She
heard a knock at the door then the door opened and voice enquired “General?” and
Crawley entered. Suzzanne tensed, acutely aware of her vulnerability. Crawley
scanned the room and on seeing her predicament a serpent like smile spread
across his lips.
“Well
well, Midsummer all undressed and
nowhere to go it seems?”
Suzzanne
hhhmmmped into the gag and pulled at
her restraints, her eyes flashing hate, and as he walked behind her his
fingertips traced a path across her projecting buttocks causing her to stiffen
again and he leant in and whispered in her ear.
“When
the General has finished with you I'm going to suggest he let me experiment on
to see how much punishment you can take.
You dislocated my shoulder but what I’m going to do to you will be a
hundred times worse.”
All
the while he spoke his hand fondled and squeezed her buttocks, kneading the
firm round globes, his fingers occasionally straying between and down to stroke
her sex and she squirmed at his touch. His other hand stroked across her tummy
and up until it was cupping one of her heavy breasts, he gripped it firmly
making the nipple point and she clenched her fists in anger, then he slid his
fingers up to the nipple and flattened it between his thumb and forefinger
before twisting and pulling it.
She
whimpered and sagged against the frame her eyes shut tight. His face close to
hers he continued.
“Mmmmmm
sensitive I shall have to single these out for special attention, I might
just….”
“You
might what Crawley?” sounded the General’s guttural accent and Crawley leapt
away as if Suzzanne had just glowed red hot.
“Oh
General, sorry I was just looking for you”
“And
you thought Miss Midsummer could help you?”
“Errr,
no no Sir, I was….”
“Get
out Crawley” commanded the big man and Crawley scuttled out awkwardly.
Placing
some items out of sight behind her the General now turned his attention to his
captive.
“The
man is a creep but I need him…..for the time being” he said glibly, “and we
have some unfinished business Kätzchen” and she felt
him place his hands on her hips before he began to slide them up her
flanks until each hand cupped a pendulous breast, he pressed his hips against
her buttocks and he made a low animal moan.
“Nnnnnnnn”,
his hands kneading her breast flesh, “I hope you are good as I remember you Kätzchen?” and he nuzzled into her neck, and she could smell
the scotch and cigars on his breath. One hand moved down between her spread
legs and she felt a thick digit begin to probe until it parted her smooth lips
and she gasped behind the gag. He rolled
the pad of his finger roughly over her clitoris making her jerk back against
him and she could feel the hard bulge under his robe.
“I
hope you are getting wet Kätzchen?” and his
hand slid around her hip and down between her legs, his fingers briefly stroked
her lips before two fingers thrust deep inside her and she moaned into
the gag.
“Oh
yes still tight and wet” he murmured into her ear as his fingers explored her
love canal. He withdrew his fingers and wafted them under her nose before
smearing their glistening coating around her nostrils and upper lip, she
twisted her head this way and that but the musky scent of her own sex filled
her head and she felt a familiar rush of heat between her legs.
“Ha
ha, do you like the perfume of your own Muschi?”
he mocked.
Then
he stepped away, “let’s get started anyway” and he untied the robe and let it drop, she could not
see him fully as she could not turn but he came and stood close behind her and
as she looked down she could see his thick cock erect, bouncing as he moved,
indeed she had forgotten quite how “substantial” he was. He was holding a clear
bottle in his hand pouring a measure of syrupy liquid into his other. The he
slapped his hand up between her legs making her squeal before he massaged the
slippery lube around her pussy and up between her buttocks.
“Never
hurts to give things a helping hand Kätzchen” as his palm
and fingers spread it over every curve and into every crease. She bucked as a digit slid unexpectedly into
her anus and performed a couple of revolutions
He
laughed again and quipped, “Preparation!”
“Now”
he said and she felt his hands grip her hips and he lowered himself behind her
before rising so that his bobbing erection made contact with her now slippery
lips. With a grunt he stood up and Suzzanne’s eyes opened wide as she felt
herself spread and filled.
“Mmmmmmm”
he moaned then holding onto the cross member level with her hips he began to
slide in and out of her. She gasped with each up stroke and his hips drove
against her buttocks. For a few minutes
he kept up a slow steady stroke rate as if he was savouring the feeling of the
woman wrapped around his member.
Suzzanne
felt every inch of him and she could hear his groans and moans of appreciation,
then he began to pick up the rate, thrusting harder into her making her boobs
jump. One hand detached and found its way round to her button where it began to
rub in rhythm with his thrusts. She struggled to maintain composure,
remembering that last time they had met he had managed to masturbate to orgasm before he had even entered her.
“Oooooo
Kätzchen” he cooed, “let it happen you know you won’t be able to stop
me”.
She knew he was right, she could feel it in her loins and in her
nipples, her head was pumping and then she burst.
“MMmmmaawww, MMmmmaawww, MMmmmaawww, MMmmmaawww, MMmmmaawww,
MMmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwww!” she screamed into the gag as he skilfully
brought her to orgasm, then he felt her go limp against the frame. Slowing his
strokes, he pulled out and landed a heavy smack across her bum rousing her from
her post orgasmic reverie.
“Just a little warm up, we got a lots to catch up on, and she
groaned, remembering his Viagra driven stamina, and he laughed landing several
more smacks causing her to squeal in protest at the burning blows.
Then he was back at her, his hands roaming over her, squeezing, pinching,
pulling, slapping, making her twist and squirms, all the time whispering
obscenities into her ears. He would drop
rubbing his cock along her sex before pushing up into her for a few strokes,
making her moan , then pulling out, his fingers journeyed between her legs, pulling,
probing, rubbing occasionally penetrating her second hole, a forewarning of
what was still to come. Then he would drive up into her again, one hand mauling
her tits, the fingers of the other pumping over her clitoris until he felt her
stiffen and then come in a mewling, squirming mass.
Stepping back once more she felt in horror his hard thick fingers
spread her cheeks, she roused herself, struggling, shaking her head furiously.
“MO, MO, Pleeth MOOOOOO,
Ownt” she implored desperately.
The General smiled and laughed, “Ah sorry Kätzchen, no can do, I’m afraid you owe me one”
Suzzanne struggled waggling her bottom, futilely trying to avoid
the lube he was trying to trickle between her cheeks. He continued to laugh as
he pressed his free hand against the base of her spine to steady her.
“You know, I’m really going to enjoy this and all your struggling
is just making me harder so keep it up”
She felt his big hands grip her hips and seconds later the hot
head of his tool was probing along her valley.
“MO MO MO” she yelled
She felt the bulbous head against her tight ring and despite her
reluctance she knew she had to relax to accept it as to fight would only make
it worse. She breathed loudly though her nose as at first her anus was dilated
then stretched then stretched again!
The pain was unbelievable and she gripped the bars of the upright,
biting on her gag.
“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” she screamed and the General relished her
discomfort as he pushed deeper inside her most private place until he was
buried to the hilt. Suzzanne was panting, her ring burned and her belly felt
full.
“Hold on Kätzchen here
we go” and he began to pump in an out of her slowly at first then faster,
banging her hips against the cross member. She clenched her eyes tight shut,
knowing it would eventually end.
“Nggg, Nggg, Nggg Nggg” grunted the big man his hips thrusting
back and forth until with a loud groan of release he came and she could feel his thick intruder pulsing as
it filled her with its load.
“Aaaahhhhhhh” he moaned, unhurriedly allowing himself to slide from
her and he watched as her abused anus slowly closed leaving only a dribble of
his creamy load on the outside.
She hung limply, sweat glistening on her skin as he slumped into a
chair and took a mouthful from his drink.
“Well Thank you Kätzchen, that
was everything I had hoped” he said casually, “I’d like to think we could do it
again sometime, but I need the technology you hold for myself and I think you
can help me get that but then we will have to part company I’m afraid, you’re
just too dangerous to keep around so this time I will make sure it’s the LAST time we meet”
He rose slipping on his robe before entering the en suite and
closing the door behind him.
CHAPTER 11
Dr
Baxter was dragged by two guards down the stone steps and along the basement
corridor; they ignored her pleas and ineffective attempts to free herself from
their grip. Arriving at a heavy closed door they turned to drag her inside and
she feared the worse. Although
windowless the room was large and well lit and virtually empty save for several
chairs and a curtain half way across. She was forced into a heavy wooden chair;
the guards pulled her arms behind her and locked them into cuffs attached to
the chair. She twisted pulling at the bonds before turning to face the room
occupants.
The
General sat smoking a big cigar, the end glowed bright orange red as he took a
huge draw, Peter Crawley sat across from him, fidgeting, his forehead shiny
with sweat, his eyes looking slightly wild.
“Dr
Baxter” drawled the General, “we need talk”
Carol
Baxter was dress only in a thin medical gown tied at the back and she kept her
legs tightly closed.
“I’ve
got nothing to say General” her voice
dripping derision.
“Dr
Baxter” continued the General, “I’m patient man, I asked you this already and I
know Peter has asked you…”
“Pfffff”
she snorted at the General’s intimation, Peter Crawley had spent hours
exploring his perversions on her under the guise of persuading her to
co-operate, she scowled at her ex-lover.
“However”
he continued “you will at some point tell me what I want
to know, I have most of your project records, I have Dr Crawley, you hold the
last part of the jigsaw. No this is your last chance to co-operate or I will
have to take extreme measures to force you”
She
felt a cool rivulet of sweat roll down her spine as she wondered what her had
in store for her. Deep down she knew he
would break her eventually, she was a scientist not a trained agent, but she
knew she had a duty to hold out as long as possible.
“Never
you scumbag do your worst” she spat defiantly.
Very
well Doctor, whatever happens next will be down to you and he signalled with
his cigar. One of the guards drew back the curtain and Dr Baxter gasped.
“No
No you can’t”
Behind
the curtain Suzzanne was strapped naked to a tubular steel bench. She lay on
her back her arms stretched out cruciform style, her legs, spread wide hung
over the bottom of the frame at the knee. Heavy tan buckled leather straps held
her down at wrist, elbow, shoulder, knee and ankle leaving her shapely torso
and breasts fully exposed. A combined leather posture collar and gag kept her
silent and a blindfold robbed her of her sight, however the sight that
terrified her the most was Mr Saito standing beside the bench wearing a heavy
leather floor length apron and thick black rubber gauntlets.
No
please don’t, don’t hurt her, Suzzanne, Suzzanne are you OK?” pleaded the
distraught Doctor
“Her
ears are plugged Dr Baxter, and she is blindfolded, she can hear and see
nothing but she will be able to feel everything” said the General
matter-of-factly
“Let
her go General, please I beg you”
“Then
agree to tell me what I want to know Dr Baxter”.
She
sobbed, “I can’t, I can’t” tears streaking her cheeks.
“Very
well, Mr Saito begin please”
Carol
Baxter jerked up her eyes wide. The
Japanese had turned to a table at the head of the bench and picked up a wicked
looking device. Around ten inches long the top 6 inches looked like a slightly
curved thick chrome dildo, the bottom 4 inches consisted of a sword like hilt
with a shaped guard between the handle and the chrome, a thick black cable from
the base of the handle coiled back to a control box. Deliberately he poured a
stream on viscous lubrication over the chrome section before smearing it around
the silver shaft.
Carol
Baxter tugged frantically at the cuffs, “No stop, General, you don’t have to do
this, I beg you!”
“Are
you going to tell me what I want to know Dr Baxter?”
The
hysterical Doctor, looked back at him, her mouth opening and closing like a
fish, her wide, red rimmed.
“Very
well” and with mounting dread she watched the little man slide the heinous
device into the captive agent’s vagina. Suzzanne moaned and squirmed as she
felt herself being invaded, her senses blocked, the collar making it impossible
to move her head. Smiling, Mr Saito slid the device in and out a few times,
twisting it as he did so ensuring her sex was well coated inside and out with
the conductive gel.
With
his other hand he reached for the device and began to twist the control knob.
Dr Baxter heard the box begin to hum and the dials on the front flicker and
move. Almost instantaneously Suzzanne gave a muffled squeal and her whole body
jumped in its bondage. Saito continued
twisting the dial and his victims cries increased in pitch, her whole twisting
and arching, her hands clenching and unclenching.
“You
can end her suffering Dr Baxter” stated the General, examining his fingernails
as if oblivious to the suffering behind him.
The
little torturer had begun to work the dildo device in and out of her pussy
whilst twisting the power up and down. Suzzanne’s screams where rising and
falling, her body convulsing with the current. Carol Baxter sat speechless with
terror and helplessness, tears streaming down her face.
“Please”
she sobbed, “Please stop this, you’re killing her”
“When
you agree to co-operate Dr Baxter and until you do it will only get worse for
Miss Midsummer”
Carol
Baxter, hung her head in dismay, she knew to give the general what he wanted
would be a disaster in the long term, his plans for her technology would only
bring more pain and terror to the world, yet she had never seen a human suffer the way Suzzanne was. Her muffled screams were still loud enough to
fill the room and where she had struggled the skin under the straps was pink and
bloody. Mr Saito was furiously working the dildo and controls increasing and
decreasing Suzzanne’s torment.
After
twenty minutes of unrelenting suffering Suzzanne sagged down unmoving, her
breasts rose and fell ponderously her body drenched in sweat. Thinking she was
dead Carol Baxter flung herself forward in the chair.
“NO NO, you bastards you’ve
killed her” and she sobbed uncontrollably slumping
forward as she did so.
“Quite
to opposite Doctor, she has just passed out” intoned the General, “I will have
Mr Saito revive her will smelling salts and we can continue only this time it
will be worse”
Dr
Baxter lifted her head and glared at the General. “Worse?”
There
was a muffled splutter and moans as the Japanese wafted a fouls smelling
concoction under the Agent’s nose and she began to twist and struggle again,
disorientated by her lack of senses.
“Yes
worse, Dr Baxter and maybe we can see how efficient those little bugs of yours
actually are at healing”
She
felt the panic rising again, “What do you mean, what are you going to do to
her?”
“Me?
Nothing, but Mr Saito is a master of his art, aren’t you Mr Saito?” the small
man nodded, his wide smile splitting his face.
“So
Mr Saito, do you have any scissors?”
The
torturer turned to the table and returned holding up a large pair of long
bladed scissors for all to see, still smiling.
“Excellent,
now Mr Saito I want you to cut off Miss Midsummer nipples one at a time with
the scissors”
Carol
Baxter gasped, recoiling in the chair, her face a horrified mask.
“Then”
continued the General “if Dr Baxter still refuses to help us I want you to
remove Miss Midsummer’s labia and clitoris in the same way”.
The
man nodded and turned back to his victim and in horror she watched him begin to
pull on one of Suzzanne’s nipples, lifting her whole breast, then he slid the
scissors around the captured teat and slowly began to close then. Suzzanne
exhausted as she was had not responded as her bud was initially stretched but
as the sharp steel began to bite she
began to struggle and cry out through the gag.
“Do
it slowly Mr Saito and when you have finished we can see whether Dr Baxter’s
invention is worth all this trouble”
Carol
Baxter sat frozen for a moment, unable to take in what was happening, she could
see the blades deliberately begin to squeeze the pink flesh, in a moment they
would begin to cut.
“NO STOP NOW, DON’T DO IT
I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT” she yelled straining forward
against her bonds, “Just leave her alone, don’t hurt her any more” she said
more quietly.
The
General smiled as Mr Saito put down his instrument of torture and let
Suzzanne’s tit drop.
“Excellent
Doctor, I knew you would see sense eventually.” Then addressing the guard and
Crawley
“Now
take Dr Baxter down to the lab, get her some clothes and she can get started”
“WAIT”
yelled Baxter as they dragged her out and the General and Crawley turned.
“I
want assurances that Agent Midsummer will be left alone otherwise I won’t
continue to work for you”
The
General paused then spoke slowly,
“You
are in no position to make demands Dr Baxter; however Agent Midsummer will be
kept safe all the while you do as I ask”
Realising
it was the most she could get; Carol Baxter nodded and disappeared through the
door in the grip of the guards.
The
General turned to the Japanese. “Mr Saito ensure she is kept safe and secure
for the time being, once the good Doctor has done her work we can dispose of
them both”
The
small man bowed slightly and in a cloud of cigar smoke The General swept out of
the room.
CHAPTER 12
“What
is it Palmer, you sound bloody ecstatic on the phone”, smiled Control as he
marched into the Research Lab.
“Oh
god yes” effused Palmer, “I’ve been reading up on Dr Baxter and Crawley’s work along
with those files we were sent, this tech could make a massive improvement to
the survivability of our agents in the field!”
“Yes
I know Palmer but what’s new, your all we’ve got the South African leads on
Midsummer have gone stone cold.”
“Ah
well I may be able to help you there, you see these little nanobots are really
tiny machines and although insignificant alone as a group they are quite
remarkable”
“I
do understand the principles of nanotechnology Palmer”
“Oh,
oh sorry Control, well anyway these little bots each emit a tracking signal, so
they can tell each other where they are so to speak”
“And”
“Well
and this is the fascinating bit, is sort of like a tiny GPS signal!”
“Well
go on man!” pushed Control
“So
if there are enough of them they sort of send out a big GPS tracking signal,
because they are all broadcasting on the same frequency”
“Palmer
are you telling me we can track were these blighters are from the signal from
the nanobots? “
“Yes
Control, spot on” clearly excited by his discovery, almost hopping from one
foot to the other on the spot.
“OK
Palmer, settle down, first things first, do we know the frequency they are on?”
“Yes
Control”
“OK,
next, how do we track them?”
“They
should show up on any military GPS tracker system like an AWACS etcetera!”
“And
how will we know if we have got the right signal?”
“Ah
well there’s the rub Control, we can’t tell specifically from the signal, we
would have to visually check out the location, troops, drone, satellite that
sort of thing”
Control’s
face crumpled, “Bloody Hell James, are you telling me if we find a matching
signal, bearing in mind they could be
anywhere on the bloody planet, we then have to send in assets to check it out?”
“Err,
yes sort of Control” he said sheepishly
Control
signed a huge sigh, his hand cupping his forehead, then after a while he spoke.
“Good
work Palmer; it’s more than we had five minutes ago” and the scientists face
slowly smiled.
“Keep
looking and I’ll see if we can get some sort of search up and running”.
Back
in his office Control put down his phone, after some terse persuasion and
calling in a few favours the Prime Minister had agreed to instruct British
military satellites and Search aircraft to begin looking for GPS signatures on
the frequency M.I.7 had identified, he was also requesting US input over the
areas they covered.
Back
in Quetta Suzzanne shifted painfully on the floor of her cell, all of her
muscles felt stiff and bruised from the electro torture she had endured and her
pussy lips felt raw and chafed which was not helped by the leather and canvas
crotch strap of the tightly fastened strait jacket she was wearing. She knew the pain and discomfort would settle
in the next few hours if the Nano companions did their job so tried to force
her discomfort to the back of her mind while she took in her predicament.
The
strait jacket was of the traditional style and fastened down the back with a
zipper and leather straps, the crotch strap prevented it from being removed
over her head, her arms in the closed sleeves were bound tightly around her
middle. An integral leather collar was close around her neck and a chain
attached to a D ring at the rear trailed away to a ring on the cell wall.
Around her ankles padded cuffs with a short joining chain ensured she was
hobbled. Her cell was small, concrete throughout with a heavy door at one end;
the floor had a gentle slope toward the middle of the room where there was a
grate.
At
the far end was a battered metal bowl which held some water and wriggling
across the floor she dipped her face in drank messily. Hearing a noise in the
cell the guard checked through the Judas hole before opening the door. They
entered and stood over her.
“Awake
then bitch” one of them spat
“Yeah
no thanks to you two noisy numb-nuts” she hissed back
He
scowled and struck her across the legs with his baton, she flinched, breathing
through her teeth but refused to cry out.
“Go
on smart mouth, give me a reason to hit you again” he goaded
Does
your mother know you beat up on girls, is it because she didn’t give you enough
tit?” she teased
“Grrrraaarrr”
he bellowed and hit her again.
“Big
man” she mocked through the pain, “face me when I’m not all tied up and I’ll
stick that baton up your arse!”
He
stuck her again, before jabbing the baton into her belly, then two more blows
and she tried to roll herself into a ball.
He
stood over her panting, waiting for her response, but she thought better of it,
better to live and fight another day and thinking he had won a victory he poked
her hard with his boot and stomped out leaving his silent companion to lock her
back in.
High
overhead a circuit closed in a satellite as it registered a weak signal
emanation from far below and in micro seconds it was beaming its news back to a
secure military facility in Gloucestershire, England. Thirty minutes later a
phone rang on a desk in M.I.7 headquarters.
Far
away in dusty Pakistan Dr Carol Baxter stood at her desk in the shabby
laboratory, two guards stood inside the door watching her every move. She had been coerced into helping the General
but assured herself that she would make it as slow and laborious a process as
she could, but deep inside she knew she had no escape and Suzzanne’s life was
held over her to ensure her compliance like the sword of Damocles. She stood
her head hung down as she pondered her situation, when the door swung open.
“Good
Morning Doctor, how are things progressing” beamed the General.
She
looked up, “slowly” she said, “this lab is not really suitable and I need more
equipment”
“Well
that’s not what Doctor Crawley says, he says you have everything you need and
you are dragging your feet, what you actually need is incentive Doctor Baxter!”
And
he grabbed her viciously by the hair and began dragging her towards the window
into the courtyard.
“There
is your incentive Dr Baxter”
“Looking
out across the bone dry courtyard she whispered quietly to herself
“Suzzanne, oh no!”
In
the centre was an octagonal solid concrete plinth that when the base had been a
fort had once supported and anti-aircraft gun. Now all the plinth supported was
a naked woman chained spread-eagled across its hot hard surface.
Composing
herself she turned on the General.
“General
I agreed to do this work in return that Agent Midsummer was not harmed, you
have not upheld your end of the bargain and I withdraw my offer”
The
big man laughed deep from his belly.
“Oh
you foolish naïve woman, you do as I say, we had no bargain, now get on with
you work, quickly, it gets very hot out there” he laughed
“You
bastard, you cheating lying bastard” and she spat in his face.
He
stood for a moment, one eye closed as the gobbet dribbled down his face and he
wiped it away with his sleeve, then fixing her with his cold stare he
backhanded her across the jaw sending her spinning along the bench and
sprawling on the floor. He marched over to her and she screamed in pain as he
hauled her up by the hair.
Holding
his face close to hers he spoke coldly and quietly.
“You
will do whatever I tell you to do you stupid English bitch, you will never
speak to me like that again or I will have you tongue cut out, now get on with
you work and I want to see some progress, I will return here in two hours, if
you are not able to show me something new I will have Mr Saito whip Midsummer,
and he will whip her every hour on the hour until sunset do you understand, and
then he will start again at sunrise tomorrow, do you understand, DO YOU
UNDERSTAND!!!!”
Tears
streaming down her face, her lip fat and bleeding she meekly nodded her head,
“Yes”
she said tamely, “I understand”
“Good”
he said, “I’m glad we had this chat Doctor Baxter, now I will leave you to your
work and I’ll be back in two hours.”
The
launch crew of the remote observation drone watched it lift gracefully off and
swing round climbing to head west; in minutes it would cross over the
Afghan/Pakistani border heading for a faint GPs signal outside Quetta. Back in the control bunker the flight crew
monitored its function and watched the grey brown scrublands moving slowly
along thousands of feet below.
“Crossing
departure line” crackled a voice in everyone’s headphones, “Stay sharp, keep a
look out for hostile assets and electronic threats”
At
a height where it was almost invisible the stealth design kept it hidden from
radar and the noise of its tiny engine was lost on the wind.
“Three
minutes to target” crackled the voice “Activate locator and imaging systems”
“We
are over the target Boss” crackled another voice.
“What
is that down there?”
“It’s
an old Pakistani army fort boss, reported as abandoned but those look like
fresh tyre tracks and the signal is definitely coming from down their”
“OK
circle, lock on the tracker and zoom in”
High
over the fort the drone moved in a wide arc its huge camera eye relaying back
what it saw.
“Definitely
occupied Boss most likely hostiles,…….. what is that?”
“I
don’t know, it looks like……. Zoom in”
“That’s
the origin of the signal Sir” came a third voice
“What
is that…… good god!”
Slipping
into focus on the monitor was the unmistakable form a voluptuous naked woman
stretched out like Vitruvian man across a raised base. As the resolution
increased they could she her skin was red from the sun, her eyes closed and a
ball gag forced her cracked lips apart. They could clearly see her large
breasts rising and falling and every now and again she tugged weakly at the
chains holding her.
“Get
a hard copy, and get it back to London ASAP Oh, and make sure you get her face!”
CHAPTER 13
“Two
hours Dr Baxter so let’s see how you are getting” barked the General as he
stomped into the lab, Mr Saito in tow. Carol Baxter turned.
“Oh
General” she sounded flustered, “I’ve been prepping some cultures for the
Nubots and”
He
cut across her, “So what progress have you made?”
“General
this is a delicate process, the Nubots are DNA based I need to culture them,
that takes time” she implored.
“Well
as I explained Dr Baxter, time is the one thing you don’t have, I want to see
progress, however despite what you think I am a reasonable man, I will give you
a further four hours but if you cannot show any advancement in your work then I
will have to let Mr Saito carry out his test of your work on Agent Midsummer”
and both men smiled malevolently.
“Four
more hours Dr Baxter , that’s all” and they both turned and left.
She
turned and leant on the bench her head down for a moment then she looked out of
the window, across the courtyard she could see Suzzanne spread naked in the
full sun and in frustration she swept her arm across the bench smashing glass
jars and test tubes!
Back
in London Control sat in a darkened viewing room, on the wall sized screen
before him was a massive image of the Prime Minister.
“Yes
Sir we are sure it’s her, the drone was able to high res images over the base.
We have good reason to believe this is the base the General is operating from
and there’s a good chance Dr Baxter may be there too”
“And
you’re sure we can get in and out in the minimum of time, we are risking an
international incident here, I don’t need to tell you” replied the PM
I
understand Sir, we have got it covered, our troops will use captured ex-soviet
equipment and weaponry and their uniforms will be plain and carry no insignia
or identifying marks”
“OK
then go ahead, but keep me informed”
“You
have my word Sir” and the screen went black.
Control reached for the red phone next to his armchair. He pressed a
button then waited for a response.
“Initiate
plan Beta Three”
“Well
Doctor, I trust you have better news for me this time?”
She
was visibly shaking, “please General, you must believe me I will do this work
you ask but it is not a finite process, I am trying to grow biochemical
machines from human DNA, it takes time and patience, please give me the time I
need, please I need 48 hours at least!”
He
was silent for a moment, his head down.
“You
disappoint me Doctor Baxter, I thought we understood each other, I explained
what would happen and I even gave you more time but still you fail me”
And
looking up his cold grey eyes fixing her
“And
what kind of a man would I be if I didn’t keep my word?
She
sobbed, please ,please don’t do this
“Mr
Saito, guards , bring her, she needs to see the results of her failure”
The
guards dragged the sobbing woman out into the sunlight and across the dusty
courtyard. She could see two more guard unfastening Suzzanne and haul her
unresisting towards a thick wooden post. They pushed her up against it face
first before forcing her arms above her head and attaching her wrist shackles
to fastenings in the post. As they released her she slumped before taking her
own weight.
“Take
out the gag, Dr Baxter needs to hear her screams.
Suzzanne
was more alert now ,taking in her surroundings, she turned and looked at Carol
Baxter, the Doctor, distraught mouthed “I’m sorry” and Suzzanne gave her a weak smile.
“Begin
when you are ready Mr Saito, twenty to start with I think”
The
little man had slipped off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, he hefted a
small leather bull whip which he began to test, flicking it until it cracked
loudly making Carol Baxter flinch in the arms of the guards
“Good
God General” her voice pleading, “Please no ,please I beg you”
“Carry
on Mr Saito” ignored the General.
Mr
Saito positioned himself and tossed out the whip several times before drawing
it back over his shoulder and with a flick of the wrist brought it whistling down
across Suzzanne’s bare back with a loud “CRACK”
She
visibly stiffened under the blow but did not cry out, Dr Baxter tried to turn
away but the guards kept her facing forwards. As the whip fell away it had
coursed a angry red stripe across the woman’s back which quickly began to ooze
scarlet. He brought is arm back again and another stripe appeared, Suzzanne was
now pressing her face against the rough wood of the post almost wishing she
still had the gag to bite on. As Saito readied for the next lash the General
raised his hand , his head cocked as it listening.
On
the wind could be heard a steadily increasing Whop, Whop Whop which the General immediately recognised.
“Sound
the alarm, we are about to be attacked”
Then
suddenly over the Fort wall roared several ugly looking helicopters, bristling
with rockets and guns and without warning the heavy wooden gates of the entrance
exploded splinters of wood cutting down men where they stood.
He
stood for a moment before shouting orders to his stunned men.
“Quickly
defend the gate, their troops will be here next, Saito with me” then to his guards, “Prepare
the escape convoy and decoys”.
The
helicopters were now circling, pouring gunfire along the walls as RPG
rounds and tracer rounds began to
streaked back to meet them. Small arms fire became louder as men began to
rappel or demount from hovering helicopters.
Dr
Baxter found herself alone the guard having left with their leader and she
dashed forward.
“Suzzanne,
don’t worry I’ll have you down in a second” and she fumbled to release the
shackles and as she did so Suzzanne slumped to the foot of the post. She was now regaining her wits.
“Carol,
it’s OK stay down” and she spoke heavily armed men raced in through the smashed
entrance firing from the hip at any
resistance.
Suzzanne
was up now, freeing herself from her remaining restraints, looking around she
saw a discarded combat jacket and slipped it on covering her nakedness, she
didn’t recognise the attackers and instinct told her she needed a weapon.
Dragging
Dr Baxter to her feet she yelled, “Come on this way, we need to get in cover”
and hauling the frightened woman behind her they ran at a crouch towards the
building. Halting briefly by a dead
guard she gathered up a pistol quickly checking it magazine, then handing it to
Dr Baxter.
“Careful
where you point it, it’s loaded and cocked” and she smiled, then snatched up
the man’s automatic rifle. More soldiers were inside now and she noticed they
had headed for the plinth, the choppers still circled noisily overhead, their
door gunners mopping up any stragglers.
Back
in the building they ran down a corridor towards the lab and as she rounded a
corner she caught a brief glimpse of a swinging rifle butt before she saw stars
and went sprawling. Her gun clattered
across the floor and as she reached for it a foot came down on her hand.
“Ah
Ah, not this time Midsummer!” and the foot kicked her heavily in the ribs
before planting itself on the back of her neck, the rifle muzzle pressed hard
against her temple, it was Crawley.
“You
ruined everything so far” his eyes were wild, crazed looking and she watched
his finger tighten on the trigger.
“Stop
it Peter, put the gun down” said a soft voice” Carol Baxter had hung back as
she saw Suzzanne attacked, now she stood in the doorway.
He
turned still pinning his captive with boot and gun.
“Carol?,
it’s too late now, if only you had helped me, we could have been rich together
, but she ruined it and now she’s going to get it” and he turned back, pushing
the muzzle down harder.
“No
Peter, I’m warning you, put the gun down”
“NO”
and his finger once again tightened on the trigger his eyes fixed hatefully on
the helpless woman.
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG,
BANG, BANG click, and Suzzanne saw a look of
surprise come over his face before his eyes glazed and blood oozed from the
sides of his mouth and he collapsed backwards. Looking back Suzzanne saw Doctor
Baxter still holding the smoking pistol , arms outstretched.
Saying
nothing she took the pistol from her rigid hands, “Come on , we need to keep
moving”.
Outside
Suzzanne heard a sudden increase in gunfire and the revving of powerful
engines, then tyres scrabbling on the
gravel. From the window she saw three identical armoured SUV’s roar out of the
fortress and head in different directions.
“Shit,
the General, that wily bastard!, quick outside Carol”
Sprinting
outside, she skidded to a halt as a semi-circle of men appeared ahead of her
their weapons pointed menacingly straight at her.
“FUCK!”
Angry she dropped her gun and raised her hands above head then one of the
soldiers stepped forward.
“Agent
Midsummer, Agent Suzzanne Midsummer?” he enquired in perfect English and a smile
spread across her face.
“Major
Cooper, West Mercia Regiment, we’re here to rescue you!”
“Oh
Major am I glad to see you, those vehicles that just left , one of them
contains the General , the others I’ll wager are decoys, you need to stop them
all”
“I’ll
get on it, meanwhile, Medic , check agent Midsummer is unhurt”
She
watched the Major signal to his radio man and seconds later several of the
choppers headed off after the vehicles, then he came back to check on Suzzanne.
“Is
she ok?” The medic nodded
“Excellent, let base know, we have secured the base and
rescued two, now let’s secure this place and then get out” he checked his watch, “We need to be back across the
border in…… thirty minutes”.
EPILOGUE
Suzzanne
knocked on the polished oak door and went in, seeing her, Control rose from his
desk moving towards her his arm outstretched.
“Agent
Midsummer, it’s good to see you back so soon, your debrief was very
interesting.”
They
settled into their chairs and Control continued.
“We
had no idea Crawley was involved with the General, we presumed he had been
killed when the Research Facility was attacked”
“Indeed
Sir, I’m afraid he was very much part of The Organisation and unfortunately
neither Dr Baxter of I have any idea of how much he was able to give to the
General.”
“No
quite, you’ll be pleased to know Dr Baxter is on the mend but the whole affair
has damaged her quite badly I’m afraid, she still under psychiatric care and it
will be a while before we can get her back on the program, still we do have the
files you recovered and R&D are working through them.”
“What
of the General Sir, did we get him?”
I’m
afraid the answer to that is we don’t know, the Helos caught two of the vehicles
and examination of the wrecks identified remains in both of them that match a
man the build and race of the General but as we have no DNA we can’t confirm if
one of them was him”
“And
the third SUV Sir?
“It
managed to reach a built up area before we could hit it, by the time our agents
on the ground found it, it was abandoned and burnt out”.
“So
he could have escaped Sir?”
Control
nodded, “it looks that way and I suppose we have to plan for the worse and that
we have not heard the last of him”
“Still”
he continued his mood picking up, you are back safe and sound and enhanced so to speak” and she supressed a
giggle.
“Your
fitness report says you are fully healed with minimal physical evidence of any
injuries?”
“Yes
indeed Control, I’m fully fit and I feel great”
“Well
I’d like you to make an appointment with R&D, they want to check out what
they already know and they have some ideas”
Suzzanne
frowned “ideas Sir?”
………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Follow Suzzanne’s other misadventures
in:
·
The Adventures of Agent Suzzanne
Midsummer 1
(The
perils and torments of a sexy female Spy)
·
Amazonian Agonies
The
Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer 2
· AGENT
BURNED
The
Further Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer
- 3
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