We Three Chapter 5

Part of the action in this chapter is the result of a suggestion made

by a reader.  I regret I do not recalled their name, but this chapter

Is dedicated to them.

Chapter Five:

            “I’m afraid I don’t” Whitney said as she watched Zai towel off her perspiring body. 

            “Come Miss Thomas I know for a fact that the Naval Academy has quite a rigorous physical component built into it and that includes self defense techniques does it not?” Zai questioned as she dried her legs seemingly paying no attention to her guest until at the pronouncing of her final word she suddenly rose quickly to look into the C.O.I.L. agent’s eyes.

            “The physical regime is stressed and of course as a cadet I took part fully, but as for the self defense aspect I’d have to say mine was limited to making sure I was always at the front of the line at meal times!  I suppose that would be more self preservation though?” Whitney mused, a wry smile forming at the corners of her mouth. 

            The two women held each others gaze for just a fraction of s second longer than normal, each looking for a crack in the façade of the other, when none appeared Zai smiled and then laughed before Whitney picked up the conversation again.

            “Because of my academic achievements I was channeled into an intensive learning curve that left little time for the other, although I did manage to play some squash over my time at the Academy, but nothing like what I just saw you do!  Most impressive, my congratulations on your victory!”

            “Thank you, I trust you’ll be just as impressive in your area of expertise, for my operation the stakes are just as high!” Zai said with a very slight warning in her voice that Whitney picked up as was intended. 

            “Failure is never an option with me!  You can be assured I succeed…” Whitney said before she was cut off.

            “Or die trying!” Chama finished. 

            “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that Miss Thomas, for all our sakes!” Zai completed the triangle before wrapping the towel around her neck and brushing past the two women her final words trailing away with her.  “Give Miss Thomas full access and all she needs to complete her analysis Chama.”

            Chama gave Whitney a toothy smile.  “This way Miss Thomas I’ll escort you to your quarters.  We have a wonderful private beach here, just down that path,” Chama said as she motioned with her left hand.  “Perhaps I can show it to you sometime?  We also have a work facility that you’re welcome to use, again I would be happy to join you if you desire some company?”

            “You sound like you like to keep in shape yourself Miss Singh, are you by any chance an exotic fighter like your employer?” Whitney inquired choosing to ignore the obvious come on’s from Chama and instead focus on gathering information if she could. 

            “Heavens no, I’m much past my prime to participate in any of that nonsense Miss Thomas!  No, I just like to keep myself in shape by exercise and of course like many Indian women I practice yoga daily.  Now there’s something for you to take up Miss Thomas!” Chama said as she came to a sudden stop and faced Whitney.  “Not too strenuous on the body and excellent for relaxing and focusing the mind.  I flatter myself, but I am considered an expert in many styles all of which I would be more than pleased to demonstrate for you?”

            “The woman is persistent! But I’d prefer to enter her web on my own terms!” she thought.  “Thank you for the offer but I’m afraid I’ll be more than occupied with the task Miss Shetty has given me,” she said instead.

            “Well if you should change your mind I won’t hold it against you,” Chama said, as the walked along a secluded path until a small cottage appeared tucked beneath several acacia trees.  “I hope you’ll find this to your liking, of course if there’s anything you need, please ask,” Chama explained as she opened the door and gestured Whitney inside. 

            The cottage was luxuriously appointed, a large main living area, complete with a working space in one corner.  The remainder of the room was furnished with carved ebony chairs, tables and bureaus.  Whitney moved quickly through a door at the far end of the room and into the bedroom.  She was greeted by a large ornate bed covered in fine silk sheets and draped with gauzy insect netting from each corner.  The balance of the room contained equally fine furnishing and an ample closet for her clothes.  A few steps took her into the marble and teak bathroom, complete with large sunken whirlpool tub. 

            “Outward appearances are deceiving, this cottage is a small palace, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, the building simply matches the inhabitants,” Whitney thought as a small smile played on her lips.

            She reappeared in the main room to thank Chama, but found she was all-alone, she heaved a sigh of relief at the prospect of not having to fend off another advance from her.  She was sure before her mission was through the two would become intimately acquainted and she was also sure it wouldn’t be a pleasurable one! 

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            “Just me and my shadow,” Whitney hummed in her head as her pen flashed across the piece of paper she was working out a calculation on.  Chama had been her constant companion all day as the C.O.I.L. agent poured over the blueprints of the electrical system for the greenhouses.  She’d tried several time to politely suggest that if there were other duties Chama had to do she’d be fine by herself.  After the third suggestion she’d given up and reconciled herself to the fact that she’d not be left alone. 

            “There, that works out all the factors from this aspect now I need to check some of a critical areas first hand to see if any modifications have been made over time and to take some readings,” Whitney said looking up and at Chama knowing full well she’d be tagging along.

            “Excellent, where would you like to start?” Chama answered right on queue.

“Greenhouse number three,” Whitney responded as they simultaneously rose and moved for the door, Whitney stopping to pick up her briefcase before they both departed together.   A short drive later, Whitney’s jeep pulled up along side the entrance to greenhouse three.  Once inside the vestibule and the outside door safely closed Whitney moved to open the main door into the large glass complex.

“No Miss Thomas!” Chama said as she reached out and stopped the spy from turning the latch.

“What do you mean the outside doors closed the room is secure,” Whitney countered.

“The room is but we aren’t!” Chama corrected as she slipped her feet out of her sandals.

“What are you talking about and more importantly what are you doing?” Whitney questioned.

“Orchids, especially these new hybrids are very susceptible to bacteria!  The environment beyond that door is strictly controlled and we must not introduce anything into it that could upset the growing process.  The only way we can enter the greenhouse is to be completely naked and sterilized.  Now if you’ll remove your clothes and follow me to the showers and don’t forget your equipment?” Chama said as she freed herself from the last vestiges of her garments. 

Whitney could do nothing else so she did then trailed after Chama.  The two walked down a plain white corridor that once they reached the end opened up into a small anteroom with four doors on the opposite wall. 

“Choose one Miss Thomas,” Chama said as she opened a door a stepped inside.  “Once you’re sterilized I’ll see you on the other side,” she added as her door closed.     Whitney stepped inside closed the door and read the simple instructions posted on the wall.  She opened her equipment case, placed it before her on a shelf raised her hands over her head slipping them into the handgrips.  She pushed the button on the side of one of the handles; her body gave a slight shiver as the chemical disinfectant hit her skin from above and below involuntarily causing her body to become erect!  Finally a small green light flashed inside her shower, the chemical soup abated and she emerged out the opposite door and into the heat of the greenhouse proper.

“You look very clean!” Chama offered.  “As am I!”

Whitney took note of her constant shadow despite her best efforts not too.  Chama had her hair done in a single ornate ponytail that hung from her head in the form of a question mark down her back to mid shoulders, it was jet black and gleamed in the diffused light of the greenhouse glass.  Her skin was smooth, flawless and nut brown in colour save for her slightly darker nipples that were as erect as Whitney’s!  The young agent knew by logic that Chama was much older then her but her body betrayed that logic totally!  The woman’s breasts hung in celestial attraction resisting the pull of gravity, perfect globes of size and beauty.  The rest of her was just as impressive, classic strong thighs that plunged like entrancing snakes into eye distracting calves!  Her arms and back a soft sinuous field of pleasure to the eye as were her stomach and hips.  Whitney felt a rush of hunger fill her, but somehow she managed, she hoped, to keep it hidden.  She picked up her kit and started to make for her first test site. 

“Just a second Miss Thomas,” Chama said as she walked toward her.

Chama seemed to flow across the void between the two effortless in her exertions until before Whitney realized it she was close, very close.  Chama reached a hand up to Whitney’s face the tenderly inserted a flower into her hair before her hand slithered down, her fingers brushing the spy’s areola as they retreated the tips of her nails keying them back and forth!  With great internal, but with no external effort showing, Whitney pulled away, turned and walked off, she had work to do and was relieved to be finally away from her shadow, for a variety of growing reasons.   

Seema smiled. “Soon Miss Thomas, soon!” she whispered

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            “So far I’m very impressed Miss Thomas, but of course now we come to the bad part if I read your face and these excellent notes you’ve prepared!” Zai asked as she reclined in her chair as if relaxing would help her absorb the blow she thought was coming her way.

            “That all depends on your interpretation of bad Miss Shetty?” Whitney smiled from across the desk.  “So far I’ve managed to get you eight-eight percent of the power you require through reconfiguring your current system and tweaking it a little, but, I'm afraid that's as far as I can take you unless you're willing to expend more money!”

            “Is this some sort of extortion you’re playing at Miss Thomas to pad your fee?” the ever-present Chama jumped into the conversation.

            Whitney looked at her with blazing eyes at first upon hearing the accusation before softening her look when she realized she’d been misunderstood. 

            “Oh no!” she said in earnest.  “The fee is fine.  What I was referring to the getting you the remaining twelve percent required for your operation.  My apologies if I’ve offended you Miss Shetty.”

            “No offence was taken on my part Miss Thomas,” Zai said flashing a look at Chama before returning to Whitney and continuing.  “What do you need to complete the assignment?”

            Whitney smiled inwardly at Zai’s choice of wording before replying.  “I need to do an aerial heat resonance image of the greenhouses from three altitudes, overlay the results and then act upon where the biggest heat losses are coming from.  From that I’m very confident I can find the missing twelve percent and more!  The cost, however, of the plane and equipment, especially the equipment will not be cheap!”

            “Give Chama the details of what you need and she will make the arrangements,” Zai answered without hesitation. 

            Whitney removed a piece of paper from her folder and handed it to Chama.

            “I will make the arrangements this afternoon and let you know Miss Thomas.  Now if you’ll excuse us Miss Shetty and I have other matters to discuss,” Chama said with her usual sweet smile. 

            “I think our contract with Miss Thomas is at an end.  We have the power she has reallocated for us and she has graciously given us the means to find the other.  Please make the arrangements she gave you Seema, but see to it that we don’t see Miss Thomas again!” Zai smiled. 

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            Whitney felt her stomach rise up just as it always did at take off!  Eventually it and she began to settle as the aircraft leveled off.  She smiled at the pilot, unhooked her seatbelt and exited the cockpit of the old C-150 cargo plane and entered the open cargo section of the plane to check in instrument panel one last time before beginning the tests.  The spy had just completed her last check when the large tail door of the plane started to open just as a leather strap was drawn around her neck and a knee braced into the small of her back!  

            Whitney instinctively cupped her hands around the strap trying desperately to pull it away from her neck even as her head was tilted back further!  Her mouth opened as she frantically tried to gulp air while her head thrashed side to side in an effort to break the crushing grip the strap had on her larynx!  Her attacker pulled her head back a little more as the knee dug in further!  Whitney rolled back a little, then with blinding velocity snapped her long leg up her body smashing into her opponent’s head!  She recoiled then struck again this time breaking the grip, she rolled away coughing and clutching her throat but landing catlike on her feet to face the pilot! 

            He wasted no time advancing on her, Whitney snapped a spinning back heel kick to his head, he blocked then caught her foot with his head before delivering a sharp knife punch to her hamstring!  He released her leg, spin around inside of it landing a sharp elbow to her stomach then an upper cut with his fist to her face sending her straight back and to the hard steel floor of the plane! 

            “Shit!” Whitney exclaimed in pain before to kicks to her side rolled her over!

            With a handful of hair she was pulled to her feet before several deep thrusts of his fist sunk into the stomach doubling her over in pain.  He was just about to deliver his elbow into her spine when he saw much too late the shadowy flash of her foot sweep up and over her body and connect squarely to her face, squashing his nose and knocking him back against the wall of the plane!  He came forward again, his fist striking with surgical precision, Whitney deftly blocked everything he had, trapped his wrist, turned it over and flipped him to the floor before her long leg wind milled around into the base of his skull driving his head down into the steel slabs of the cargo plane once more! 

            She raised her foot and drove it down intending to hammer it into the small of his back, but her suddenly rolled over, the missing blow echoed inside the hollow plane.  He rammed his leg up between hers and into the spy’s mound!  Whitney lurched over and took a punishing right hook to the jaw that rolled her away!  She just managed to wobble to her feet when he reigned down on her an inside crescent kick, followed by a back heel and then a front snapping scissors kick to her jaw!  He hipped tossed her hard and high into the air and toward the open cargo door, she landed with a crash on her back her body-arching back upon itself with pain!  Whitney rolled over tried, fought to her hands and knees gave her head several shakes and then tried to get to her feet!  Her eyes still somewhat glazed she could only see a growing dark blur as it hurtled into her path just as she found her legs!  A sharp thud to the chest sent her flying backwards and out of the plane!

            The fog of combat quickly dissipated in the cool air of ten thousand feet as Whitney went into an inverted spin her body whipping around like a rag doll in the turbulence!  Her left ankle blazed with pain more so than the rest of her body, a frantic glance upward, her eyes almost closed from the screaming wind in her face told her why.  By some miracle her leg had become entangled in one of the parachute straps of her adversary as he’d kicked her out of the plane.

            “By chance or design I’ve been given a second chance!” she thought.  “Time to make the most of it!”

            The two were wiped around by the current as they screamed downward, he frenzied to dislodge her and she just as determined to gain the parachute and life for herself!  Whitney failed with her hands as she battled the invisible force twisting her about with ease, to grab hold of the strap and pull herself up.  The wind and his efforts all seem to stem the tide against her and the thin atmosphere deadened her pace rapidly.  The binding about her ankle slipped a little, then a little more, she lunged upward, missed her mark as her hand closed on emptiness then lunged again her hand spasming in desperation for the elusive binding!  She felt a final loosening of ankle and then she slipped free of her safety net just as her hand felt the slap of leather into its palm! 

            “You’re not free of me yet asshole!” she screamed as a gust swung her around his back then in front where her free arm craned into his jaw with the force of a missile.

 Whitney hooked both her hands into the parachute belt around his waist then 69’d herself on him her thighs closing around his neck with coiled fury!  She snapped his neck seconds later with a brisk surge of her hips!  The spy slackened the belt enough to slither herself inside with him before completely the process of his removal as she crossed the shoulder straps over her.  She watched him speed away as she pulled the chute and breathed again for the first time in what seemed forever. 

The C.O.I.L. agent pulled the turning ropes on the chute as she guided it down looking for a place to land.  She sailed over the treetops and into an opening, with a sudden downward yank on the rope she descended into a clearing coming to a running stop just by a road.  She gathered up the parachute, collected her thoughts took stock of the sun and started on her way down the road toward, she hoped a town.

Her plan had been temporarily interrupted; she needed to get back into Zai’s complex to one more time to complete her mission.  She had hoped to come back the easy way, but if Zai and Chama wanted to do things the hard way she was more than willing to oblige.  

“I not that easy to kill ladies, lets see about you!” she thought.