Claire Baxter Productions - Scene Four

 ‘Well this certainly puts the pigeon, me, among the cats, everyone else,’ Claire said as she read the brief note about the next fantasy.  ‘Great clothes, bad outcome for me,’ she added.  

She had to make preparations so she made her character as real as she could for him.  She exited her suite at the time the instructions said and the car for her was waiting, the chauffeur opened the door and she entered gracefully.  The view along the coast was nice, but Claire aka Tracy Dunhill had her plan in mind as the car came to a stop in front of a cafe.  ‘

‘Here we go,’ she said as three men rushed at the car, one to accost her driver, the other two for her.  ‘Time for action,no shrinking violet here,’ she added.  

Claire let one of her kidnappers open the door just a touch before slamming her leg against it, accelerating the motion, the resulting collision sending him flying over backwards.  She nipped out of the car smartly, one hand holding her fur about while she spun round and delivered a kick to the side of his head finishing him off, a graceful turn of her ankle in heels left in facing the other man on the opposite side of the car.  

Without losing a second Tracy moved forward towards the side of the car and into the air sliding across the roof of the limo her legs scissoring the other attacker about the neck, her torso then snapping over spinning him up and over hard the ground below where she landed, her heels on either side of his head.  She gave a turn of her body to see how her driver was doing and in the process snapping his neck, the motion so smooth and natural she never broke stride as she headed to his aid.  It was then she saw Jaden coming to help her driver a bemused smile crossing her face. ‘Sorry darling but the story has been updated a bit, I’m not a helpless woman,’ she thought as she came upon the struggle.  A quick cock and strike of her leg, at full extension settled the matter, her heel point striking his forehead dead centre, the resulting force snapping him back and over himself, his still body bounced several times off the tarmac before settling. 

‘Are you alright,’ she said to her chauffeur.  When he acknowledged he was she guided him back to the limo then returned to talk to Jaden.  

‘Thanks for jumping in, not many people would,’ she said clutching her fur.

‘You seem to not need me, you handle yourself very well.’

‘Oh that, it happens all the time to me. Makes life exciting don’t you think, the danger, the thrills,’ she said in a sultry sexy voice, trying best to play the original part. ‘I refuse to play the helpless female, I can handle myself as you can see.’

‘That you can,’ he said looking at her.

‘Still it was gallant of you to step in,’ Claire said, taking his arm and for that I should thank you. I’m giving a small party at my villa on the weekend. I'd like you to be my guest, perhaps we can get to know each other better,’ she smiled, making his knees weak.

‘That’s where I know you from, you’re Tracy Dunhill, the heiress, the one they call the billion dollar baby, the madcap heiress,’ he said.

‘Press, always looking to sensationalize. Yes, I do have my wild side, but I’m more than that, perhaps you’ll let me show you.  I know, let’s have a drink together, do you know a place?  That way we can start to know each other, so the party will not be so awkward, what do you say,’ Claire said, pulling in close on his arm, her lips inches from his.

He agreed as she knew he would, she had that effect on all males who fell into her orbit. 

‘I live just around the corner,’ he offered.

‘Your a man of action, I like that, makes things exciting,’ she enthused.  ‘Lead the way.’

They walked and talked, Claire (Tracey) keeping close on his arm fanning the flames.  When they got to his place she let him lead the way then she made her entrance. Admittedly, beige was not her best colour, but she compensated with her assets.  Claire made a show of her legs as she stepped then an elegant twirl of her as she sat down, her legs crossing as she moved, a dance that caught his eye. She had the moment and was not about to let it go.

‘What do you like to do for fun Jaden?’ she asked.

‘Well mostly, I don’t know, I kind of immerse myself in my work,’ he stammered a bit. 

‘Oh,’ Claire (Tracey) said with a slight frown and disappointment trailing at the end of the sentence. ‘I attend to my work, investments and sort, but I really enjoy my yoga, I do hot yoga, we could try it sometime, fascinating effect on the body, makes one extremely loose and well much more pliant I find,’ she said, her eyes dancing at him. I also enjoy swimming, so many secluded coves and such around her, of course my place has several private such areas. Gliding through the blue clear water, sunlight bouncing off the sandy bottom, everything alive around you, very exhilarating.  You know what, forgot about the party,’ she started to say and he looked disappointed.  ‘Oh no, we’ll still attend that, I want everyone to see and be jealous of my date,’ she added a hungry look forming on her face as she leaned toward him.  Pack a bag, bring trunks and some other clothes,’ her voice stopping for just a heartbeat before adding. ‘Whatever you think necessary, we can do those things and more. I can hardly wait,’ Claire added as she got up to leave, not letting answer. I’m going to start making plans right away, the anticipation is almost too much.  Here’s my address and personal number,’ she said at his door. 

Claire had stayed pretty well to the story, at least this scene, but she was not a spy for the conventional.  She leaned forward and softly kissed his lips for a few seconds, her mouth opening just a fraction before sliding around his a final time and parting.  She left him with that promise.  

***

‘Now comes the hard part, as far as Claire/Tracey is concerned,’ she said after she’d changed into her evening gown.  The party was going full bore in the next room, she had checked the quests on the security camera, she of course knew none of them, all friends of Jaden’s she assumed along with perhaps one or two opposite number agents mixed in, Claire tried to pick her out and settled on several women.What she could not figure out was what their role was in the story as this one was basically a solo female story.  Claire needed to change the story and she had an excellent idea of how to.  

'But first I need to prepare,’ she said opening her jewelry box and smiling as she retrieved her lipstick

She flipped open the top of her ring giving her a mirror to coat her lips perfectly.  The right presentation helped with the allure and set the tone.  ‘You want to set the tone, make your lips irresistible, so that they must be kissed,’ she thought as she coursed the tip around her lips making a perfect pass the first time, years of experience showing.

‘There, ready for my entrance and exit,’ she smiled, replacing the lipstick in her case closing the top and moving to the door, a quick check and smoothing of her gown and she breezed into the room.

She found Jaden in the spell of an attractive woman, Claire had guessed correctly who the opposite agent was.  She moved in to save him before things took a turn against her .

‘There you are. Wonderful,’ she said hooking her arm into his and turning him away, a smile crossing her lips as her face met that of the other woman.  ‘My party, my rules,’ she added then delivered her kiss for all to see.

‘How was that darling?’ she added as he tried to catch his breath.

Claire took him by the hand and led him towards the curving upward staircase, a smile crossing her lips before she turned on the landing and addressed the partygoers.  ‘Everyone enjoy yourself, the night is young, you have the run of the place except for my bedroom, find your own,’ she added to laughter then went up the stairs sure eyes were boring into her. 

 

Her dress flowed perfectly on her body, clinging to all the right places, classic styles never failed to deliver. She closed the bedroom door and slipped into her arms for another kiss.

‘I gave you a double dose of my poisonous lipstick, you should be dead!’ Claire said with a wry smile and a small laugh. ‘Oh, don’t worry I did nothing of the kind, that was all for show, to get certain parties interested. They expect it to play out as the show did, I was never a fan of sticking to the script, besides, I like being the good girl, despite lies to the contrary, we do have just as much fun,’ she added reaching behind and unzipping her dress.  

The duo, after Claire undressing him, slipped into bed.

‘Let’s see if my lipstick can penetrate another area,’ she smiled and slithered down his body.  ‘I can see I have your full attention, yes, very full,’ she said pleasure coursing in her voice as she climbed up his body straddling him, his rod’s stiff tip skimming along her skin, between her breasts, down her smooth hard stomach, the hairs of her bush igniting lightning flashes inside him before she undulation her hips downward slowly and perfectly caught his tip in her wet button, hold it lightly as she swished side to side a hungry look on her face.  

‘Sorry to interrupt Mr. Triment but she means to kill you, oh not with poisonous lipstick as I thought, although it does involve a second set up lips,’ the woman said as she motioned Claire to climb off him which she did an annoyed look on her face.

‘Pity we were just about to get to know each other better,’ Claire smiled and gave him a soft kiss as she moved.  

‘My assistant, Wen Yu Rang,’ Jaden said with disappointment and a mix of curiosity in his voice. ‘What do you mean?’

‘When I saw her kiss you downstairs I knew something was up. She would have never killed you in public.  A kiss is an intimate kill, am I night right,’ she said looking at Claire who smiled.  ‘I take that as a yes. Then it came to me, another set of lips, more intimate, but just, perhaps even more lethal, an Octopus Pot, a Kunoichi technique.  Different set of lips, same result.  Once she slipped around you, she’d grip your member and slowly squeeze, you’re helpless to the trap, can’t pull out, can’t fight her off, the Octopus Pot quickly immobilized your appendages.  I’m told it only takes 5 minutes to finish off an opponent, lucky I came when I did and you didn’t sir,’ Wen explained.

‘Don’t listen to her baby, if I’d wanted to kill you I would have used the Octopus Pot on you the other night.  Besides, it only takes three minutes to kill an opponent if you know what you’re doing,’ Claire smiled.

Wen walked over to the console entertainment centre slid back the top and pushed a sequence of buttons activating the secret door inside.  She reached in and pulled out a Flash drive.  Cleaver and ironic, old and new, one would never suspect.  I knew you would waste no time getting it Miss Baxter, yes fun and games are over, now it's the real world and there are no second takes.’

Claire slipped out of the sheets, her nude alive form seeming to flow into a standing position.  

‘Stay where you are darling, she’s more my speed,’ Claire said as she stepped toward the end of the bed.  

‘Perhap a little mood music,’ Wen said and to set the scene,’ she added, turning on the stereo then reaching both hands into her bun.

Claire watched the hair pins come out and with a snap Wen’s fingers be transformed.  

‘I came prepared to the party as you can see, traditional Chinese Fighting Fans, razor sharp blades. I shall enjoy slicing you to pieces’

Claire took her place about ten feet from Wen, her posture loose and flowing as she shook her limbs out tilted her head shoulder to shoulder.

Wen closed the fans then opened then with a flash of light waving them about in fluid menacing cutting strokes before she closed them again and advanced toward Claire, the fans held like ice picks as she tumbled them over her fingers much as a baton twirler does.

Suddenly the fans snapped open and cut through the air towards Claire who shifted her torso left then right as the blades whizzed past her. Wen closed them as her arms came back to her sides just as Claire snapped a punch that connected to Wen’s head rocking her back.

‘There only as good as the person using them,’ Claire quipped as Wen recovered and the two circled each other.  

Wen open the fan as it dashed towards Claire’s knee.  She pulled the leg back and up over top her back as her head lowered forward avoiding a second thrust from the other hand.  Claire’s momentum carried her foot over top of her head, the bottom of her foot hitting Wen square on the forehead and driving her back, her arms flailing at her sides as she tried to keep her balance.  Claire took a few running steps and launched herself into the air.

‘AAAAAH!’ she screamed as her extended leg smashed into the chest of Wen driving her into the wall on the far side of the bedroom and off again back toward her.  Claire grabbed Wen’s wrists and turned them forcing the fans from her hands. A pirouette and a fall backward send Wen overtop of her, Claire’s long extended leg pressed into the sternum to flip her high into the air.  The Head of FORCE went with the motion executing a backward somersault,coming to her feet and securing Wen’s head in between her ankles.

‘I’m not a fan of long goodbye’s,’ she smiled and turned her hips violently, finishing the woman. ‘Well that killed the mood,’ she added and on that note I think it's time we stopped playing this game of yours, clearly they have,’ Claire said pointing at the dead body.  

‘But there are more scenarios,’he explained.

‘Sounds like fun, for you, but not me.  I have what I came for and as far as I’m concerned I’ve earned it.  I count three or four more agents down there, who knows how many more you invited, care to tell?  I know I’m the only good girl, but there sure seem to be a lot of bad ones about and in case you didn’t realize, you no longer control the game, they do.  You heard her, both of us were targets, you’re just lucky I’m around to save your ass, but even a good girl has her limits and I’m at the end of mine, or did you always plan it that way.  I’ve got a feeling it was always me against everyone else?’

‘I didn’t really think about it.’ he finally answered.

‘Didn’t think so. Glad I did,’ she said picking up the Flash drive.  

‘What do you mean that data is safe.’ he stated.

‘Never leave a spy and her clutch alone with a computer.  Remember my shoes and I told you a spy girl can;t reveal all her secrets, well, I lied, which if you think about it is also something a spy does, so here’s another secret, the heel of that shoe I told you, contained a Flash drive while my compact uplinks to our mainframe.  We have enough data on you that we had created a program with a series of passwords likely to be used by you and what do you know one hit and all your secrets were mine, won fair and square. All in a spy days work and just like the movies, you should be happy, I know I am and that would make two, as for the other loser agents, I don’t think they’re going to take this well.  Let's face it, you need me.  See we are going to work together.’

His mind ran the possible outcomes and could come up with nothing but what Claire had said.

‘When you're ready we have to leave the island, the games are over,’ Claire said as she went to a closet, took out a wetsuit for herself and tossed him one.  ‘Easy to find on an island and well we’ve been together twice so I know your size perfectly,’ she smiled.  ‘Come on get changed we have a long swim ahead of us.’

‘So there are four more agents that you invited, it's a sure bet they’ll be waiting by your yacht, the one that brought me here, it's the only way off, hence the swim to the boat.  From here it's 2.1 km, not hard and you're in very good shape,’Claire said, giving him a smile and a backwards glance as they moved down the dark path to the water and in she hooking a line to their belts to keep them together.  ‘One final thing, this is my game, I have the experience, you do what I say when I say, clear!’ she said and he nodded.  Claire gave a small kiss, they pulled down their swim goggles and began.  

Claire kept her pace and tempo high, Jaden worked a little harder to keep up, but did quite well.  They came within sight of the yacht 30 minutes later. Claire pulled up and trended water while she explained.

‘We change our stroke from here on in, just watch me as we go to get the idea, arms and legs always below the water line, so no splashing.  When we get to the pier you will wait in the water tight against the wall, no noise, understand, I will come and get you when I take care of the others. If I don’t come back, swim away and try to find some other means off the island, understand!’ the spy said. 

He wanted to say something, like he could help or two were better than one, but he knew deep down, that was wrong, he’d just be in the way, that hurt his ego a bit, but he took it, knowing his life was in her hands and that she was the right person for the job.  They started in, Claire watching him swim until he got it.  

They pressed up against the pier, not by a ladder, but in the darkest part Claire could find.  She didn’t look back or say anything to him, instead she felt for a purchase, a rough edge, anything that could help propel her upward the seven feet to the concrete surface.  After a few attempts she started up silently slipping from the water like a black snake.

The sexy spy pulled herself to eye height and looked about,  Across the way from her, about to feet away was a storage box, big enough to crouch behind and not be seen, she across the way and behind it in a flash. Claire listened intently, separating sounds in natural and unnatural, eliminating the distracting noises, her mind a constant shifting and adjusting equaliser until she honed in on the sound of padded feet, barely audible to the average person, but clear and present and getting closer in her mind.  She poised her body, her legs ready to leap into action, muscles activating for the task.  The figure went right past her, hardly a foot between them, but the striking cobra Claire closed that gap instantly!  The fingers of both hands found certain points on the Females neck, Claire’s pressure did the rest as the agent slumped and Claire pulled her behind the storage box without a sound being made.

‘One down,’ she said and with cat-like tread moved down the dock toward the yacht, pausing to pick up a paddle lying next to a paddle board and moved silently on, chasing into the shadows to keep from being seen.  

The problem now became the remaining agents, two of which she could see, but they were far apart from each other, but still within sight of each other, taking out one without alerting the other was going to be impossible, but her job was to make the impossible happen.  The silent spy slipped from the darkness and advanced.  She brought the paddle up and level with her hips when the woman turned around and yelled, her partner was immediately on her way making Claire’s task that much more urgent.  

The blade end slammed quickly into the left calf of the woman the whirled about and sliced in the right, the sharp thin blow causing the woman to collaspe to her knees where Claire’s neoprene wrapped thighs seized her head and twisted, a loud crack breaking across the water.  

There was no time to celebrate. The second agent was on her in a flash, she having picked up a paddle now matched Claire in weaponry.  The sparring began instantly, Claire’s opposite number extending the paddle to its full length as she swung across Caire’s torso, the spy arching back to miss the blow, the blade whistling fractions of a centimetre from her chest.  The woman spun with the blade and came again with the same strike moving forward. Claire rolled to one side and down to the cement floor her legs shooting out and catching one of her opponents legs. She twisted and took the woman down catching her other leg along the way in a triangle.  Claire pushed her leg forward as the woman screamed in pain then released and got to her feet waiting for the other to get to hers.

‘You’ll need surgery to fix that, go on limp away to fight another day while you still can,’ Claire stated a clear nastiness in her voice.  

The woman went to pick up her paddle, Claire stepped on the end then snapped a kick up her body sending the female over top of herself as she crashed hard to the cement.  

‘Last chance, don’t be stupid,’ Claire offered.  

Claire didn’t expect her to leave and she wasn’t disappointed, the woman fought to her feet and moved slowly, clearly on the defensive she was looking for an opening, a mistake that she could use to even the odds.  She watched Claire dance about, employing a variant of Jeet Kune Do forcing her to move about on her injured leg.

A fake thrust to the damaged leg was defended only to have Claire deliver a spinning back heel kick to her head, tumbling the agent backward, this was followed by another. Claire advanced forward snapping a punch to the woman’s head then spun low and took the legs out front under her. Like a top, Claire spun up onto her feet, circled around to the top of the woman’s head and pulled her up.  A quick sharp strike to her throat and Claire released her, walking away, she heard the thump of her lifeless body on the concrete.  

‘Everything is clear, come on up,’ Claire said her face peering over the edge of the wharf, her hand extended to help him up.  ‘I trust you know how to pilot this, because if you don’t, I can.’

‘Of course you do, you can do anything,’ he said.

‘Don’t get pouty on me or think you’re emasculated, this is years of training and study,’ she said, taking his hand for reassurance.

‘I’ll start it up then when ready you do the lines,’ he said, feeling a little better.

Everything went as planned, Claire came to the bridge.  She picked up the SAT phone and entered a code, waited and then a number.  ‘Mission completed, we need pick up.  Ok let me look at the chart,’ she said before going to the map table and tracing out the coordinates until she found the spot.  Based on where we are and current speed, about 15 hours to that point.  Great, give me the exact position so I can set up the GPS.’

She wrote the info and passed it over for Jaden to enter into the yacht's GPS and engage it then ended the call.

‘Autopilot is engaged,’ he said.

‘That leaves us with fifteen hours to kill,’ Claire smiled. ‘I know what I want,’ she added then continued as she saw him smiling. ‘Well that for certain, but I need a shower and some food, first things first.’

He escorted her below deck, showing her about, they ate a meal, then he took her to the bedroom.

Claire walked about, took a step up to the bed and sat down.  ‘Looks like I’ll have to bring my A game. But before that I really need to clean myself up.’

He showed her where her bathroom was, appointed as well as any luxury hotel would have.  Claire closed the door and locked it and looked in the mirror.  ‘You can come out now,’ she said, turning around and propping herself up on the vanity.

‘A beautiful woman about 25 emerged from behind a wall panel and smiled. 

‘Glad you’re here, we need to talk. I give you credit for playing the spy movie theme to the end, although kind of a Janice Bourne, in this case, Claire said as the woman made a motion to advance.  ‘Just a minute, if you don’t mind, I’d like to call a truce to show you something if I may.  

The woman only knew Claire by reputation, mostly the deadly side of that, but she also knew she had been fair at times on her missions and was not a breaker of her word.  

‘Alright,’ she answered.

‘Can I ask what your educational background is and your name if you don’t mind, first name is fine, true or a fake one, just so we’re civil?’ Claire asked.

‘I have a Masters in Chemistry, my name is Linda.’

‘Oh thank goodness. I think I understand some of this, mostly the writing, but I need another opinion.  Do you want to or should I,’ Claire said pointing to the zipper in her wetsuit.

Linda could certainly see where Claire got her reputation from, she was cool and sexy and knew just how to flirt and well since they were under a truce, Linda could not resist doing the task herself.  She stepped closer, reached out a hand, grasped the zipper and slowly, very slowly, she pulled it down up and over the hump of Claire’s breasts then down the other side and unto her stomach.  The two locked eyes as Linda’s hand slid further down until Claire gently touched it with her hand.  

‘Its inside, if you care to look,’ was all the FORCE agent said.

Linda reached in, her fingers tenderly parting the cleavage and removing a flash drive. A second probe, more extensive, not that Claire ot Linda minded took place.

‘Warmer,’ Claire said, ‘Colder, oh colder still, but somehow warmer for me. Oh yes warmer, very warm, red hot, there you have it,’ she added as Linda removed Claire’s compact. ‘If I may,’ Claire said and connected the flash drive to the compact. A screen appeared and Claire entered a code, placed the compact on the counter and watched as the mirror reflected the small screen onto the 

far wall of the bathroom.  ‘You can swipe across the screen or run your finger around the edge to advance the data,’ she said as Linda read and scanned, doing as \claire had instructed. ‘I need to take a shower and get ready, take all the time you want.’

Linda went through the data, the more she saw the more she didn’t like which confused her.  ‘Why would she be showing this to me, what’s the trick or trap I’m falling into her.  Her mind gave that as much heed as she gave to the data, so much so she jumped a little when Claire came beside her and asked.

‘So this is what I got from it and my background is as far away from hard science as you can get.’  Seeing Linda’s reaction she smiled.  ‘Its ok I don’t bite, at least not right away,’ she added.

That both thrilled and worried Linda, she however managed to gather herself together.

‘This isn’t what he makes it out to be at all, it all looks good on the surface, but if you look deeply into the science these plans mutate or don’t,’ she said shaking her head at an unpredictable percentage.’

‘But everything mutates, even humans, we’ve changed in 200,000 years,’ Claire said.

‘Yes, but our rate of change is slow and constant, like losing the tailbone, we still have a coccyx, but it took millions of years to get it to this point, same with the baby finger, its slowly getting smaller.  The thing with his ideas is the change is not predictable, one year great yield, next maybe nothing, maybe nothing for years, then back again.  That is only part of the worry, the other is cross pollination.  What will DNA remnants from one plant do to another and what the hell will it do to the insects carrying it.  This whole thing has disaster written all over it, well for you and I and most of the world but I suspect not for Mr. Triment,’ Linda explained.

Claire gave her the go on look.

‘Perhaps the cure is better business than the problem.  Think of it, along comes a corporation, says it can solve world hunger in five years and shows you how, what country isn’t going to sign on to that, especially food scarce countries, Africa and parts of Asia, Australia come to mind. China would leap at this as it would eliminate a major weakness for them, food importation.  He gets all the money he can ask for, uses it to infiltrate and consolidate power in those regions, then all of a sudden food collaspe.  What would you pay to eat, not starve to death, watch everyone around you die.  What would countries that didn’t use this pay to keep the peace in the world and violence for spilling across their borders.  The US and Mexico come to mind right off the top of my head.  Mr. Triment comes up with a magic cure, but only after things have nearly collapsed and no one has the resources to fight back.  I think you can see where this would end up.  But you knew that already didn’t you?’

‘I got to that conclusion, but I hoped I’d read the data wrong,’ Claire answered.

‘So where does that leave us, by that I mean you and me and the bigger picture of course.

Claire removed the Flash drive from the compact and slid it across the counter to Linda. ‘This one is your copy. This is too much for any one person or organization to have, if looked at from any side.  Each of us has the solution to a problem, we can either use it or not, knowing that the other has the solution to that problem.  I think that is the best outcome.’

‘Mr. Triment?’ Linda asked.

‘He likes his spy movies, why not continue the game, Janice Bourne?’ Claire smiled.  ‘You were on board all the time just waiting for the right moment.  You killed me, now you want to celebrate. I guarantee he will not say no to you.  How and when you chose to end the game, well that’s up to you,’ Claire smiled.

‘And our game?’ Linda asked.

‘The boat is on GPS to a rendezvous pick up point. That’s all they know, they have no idea of how many, No one will ask questions, we’ll be hurried into our own cabin and when we dock escorted off, taken to the airport and we leave.  No one will ever know or needs to know.’

‘And why should I trust you, after all, we don’t exactly see eye to eye,’ Linda asked.

‘Because you know deep down you can,’ Claire answered.  

***

‘Where’s Miss Baxter?’ he said in a surprised and worried voice.

‘Miss Baxter will not be joining us, seems amongst her many skills is not counting, she forgot one agent, me.  But don’t worry my fight was with her, not you, after all we are still playing deadly female spies aren’t we?’ Linda said in a sexy voice as she leaned against the door frame of the bathroom wearing only a towel.  ‘And it appears I’m the last female standing, doesn’t that entitle me to some kind of prize?’ she said removing the towel from her head then walking toward him the other towel dropping from her nude and predatory form as she closed the distance to entwine him in her arms.  ‘I can assure whatever Miss Baxter did to you is nothing compared to what you’ll get from me!’

***

‘This is where we part company Linda. I wish I could say it wasn’t, you're an exceptional woman,’ Claire said as they called her flight.

‘From time to time I’m sure we will or could run into each other. We do work well together, in all aspects,’ she smiled.  

‘I look forward to those chance encounters,’ Claire smiled back, the tone of her voice taken by the other. ‘And yes, we do work well together.’  Claire gave her a kiss on the cheek, turned and walked away.  ‘We most certainly do work well together,’ she thought, a smile crossing her face in spite of herself.  

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A request for a Story from Henry

Hello i just came across your blog and was wondering if you have a plan of continuing the
Island Hopping since i really enjoyed but like adding possibly evil girls killed/scissored by the
heroines as part of the story ? Keep the same ingredients as the first story just try to mix it up
with some f/f fights If that is possible it would be great 

Qatar's Doha Tower 

‘You know it couldn’t get more obvious if you tried, but perhaps that genius of it, so obvious
you would just dismiss it as coincidence,’ Claire said. This is the objective, specifically floors
13A, B and C

Eyes flashed about the table as the assembled members looked at each, then back to Claire
who just looked at the picture.came back to Alice who took up the cause. 

‘None of us have any idea what you are talking about dear,’ she said gently.

‘Of course you don’t, because I never told any of you about this when I started it over 3 years
ago, but now the mission is complete as far as we can take it,’ she answered.

‘I thought, no you said we would have no secrets from each other,’ Cindy Krutlzer said more
than a touch of annoyance in her voice.

‘Yeah, I lied about that, but only in this case. This was too big, too important, to risk anything
getting out,’ Claire answered off handed as she flipped the picture on the screen.

Up on the screen flashed the picture of Jessica Collins, a Claire recruit and one time Head of
Fashion Design for FORCE who had disappeared under suspicious circumstances while in
India, the official explanation being that she had defected to TRIDENT, specifically, the
Silkworms.

‘Who gets the pleasure of killing her?’ Susan Janus asked with ice in her voice.

‘She’s much too valuable to kill and much to good a FORCE agent,’ Claire explained.

‘You had her marked as a traitor,’ Jacob exclaimed in a louder voice then he had intended. ‘
Rachel told me so,’ he added.

‘Yes, I lied about that as well. No apologies, I need full buy in on this and I can see I got it, but
to explain. Jessica was never supposed to be an agent, true she had the looks and then body,
but her fashion skills were what I hired her for, she knew how to make agents pop.  But as we
went along it became very clear to me Jessica was so much more than that. Firstly, her yoga
skills went off the chart, she was mastering techniques and forms at a rate even I’d never seen
before. Secondly, she had the ability to marry those talents with others effortlessly, she knew
what to do, when to do it, how to do it.  In short, a natural, but above all it was yoga that drove
her, mind, body soul. She came to me with the idea of trying to become a Silkworm. Together,
we devised a plan, she implemented her end, I mine. I’ve kept in touch, carefully and now it's
time to get her out and that’s where we are now,’ Claire explained, flipping back to the picture
of the Tower.

‘It is obvious,’ Tina Samuels added. ‘A Silkworm Hive,’ she added referencing the buildings
shape.  

There was a long silence while the participants put what they had heard together into some
kind of coherent story.

‘You let her try and become a Silkworm and I emphasize this point, you let this happen and
didn’t think we should be brought into this,’ Cindy asked sharply,

‘You weren’t Head of CURVE Ops at the time, neither was Susan here, nor Tina, Only Alice
and Tara were. Tara is an active agent, so I couldn’t risk it and Alice didn’t need to know, this
was Jessica and me and it still will be,’ Claire added.

‘What does that mean and what else are you keeping a secret from us.  I came here on a
promise that this would be a different system. Tell me why I should trust you ever again. 
You know I had this experience when I was at DOOM and I’m not the only one around this
table who has these feelings,’ Cindy said looking at Tara and Alice.

‘I’m disappointed dear and truthfully a little angry,’ Alice added. 

This was the first real challenge to/ her and crisis of faith Claire had experienced since she
had formed FORCE and she could not deny her action in hindsight was the very error in
judgement and trust that had led to her leaving COIL and taking other agents with her. She
put down the remote, looked at her friends around the table, all women she loved and this
move her and everyone saw something none of them except Alice had ever seen, Claire
began to cry lightly as she stammered an I’m sorry and just as before Alice was the first to her
with comfort.  As she was released from the hug, she wiped her face and offered a bow of
contrition. Claire addressed the group again.

‘Now I need to fill you all in on this whole matter.  Let’s start with how and come back to the
why. Susan actually came to me with the idea.  I told her all the reasons why not, but she
assured me she could do it. Her skills were there, she was the right age and it was easy to
manufacture a fake background for her, making her a widow and having enough of the
requisite skills to be of interest, the hard part was getting the Silkworms attention without
making it appear like we were trying to, fortunately Jessica had the solution.  She like Sharon
Sharpe before her, is an avid collector of rare books and manuscripts on yoga, even teaching
herself Sanskrit to advance her knowledge. Bidding and buying rare books and showing off
her skills in Ashram’s catering to exclusive clientele was slow going at first but it did
eventually bring results and slowly Jessica let herself be absorbed into a Silkworm Hive 

‘So she’s done all the training and I assume missions for them?’ Tara asked.

‘Now we come to the why. Yes, but those missions, well intended to be fatal encounters,
never actually came to that.. Jessica did the missions to perfection, she just faked all the
deaths. Remember, I told you her yoga talents run deep, so deep she can actually put a body
into stasios making it appear dead.  I just simply arranged to have the bodies picked up and
revived. The participants in her encounters have been given temporary positions within
FORCE with the promise of returning to their previous position upon completion of her mission
as a whole.

‘Out of sight out of mind, but tell me what did FORCE get out of this?’ Cindy questioned.

Companies they control, companies and organisations they influence and a list of Silkworms. 
In addition as Jessica went from success to success she moved closer to the inner hive that
she was attached to, she’s now the assistant to the Hive Queen, with full access to all their
files and secrets..  Now is the time to free her, she suspects others are on to her and as good
as she is she would never survive a multiple attack from those deadly women,’ Claire
explained.

‘Now we come to how Susan stated.  ‘One, how you know what you know about where is she,
with reference to the building in question and two, how you plan to get her out.’

‘You’d be surprised what security passes can gather when they are programmed correctly and
how invisible the gather is when their cleaning staff,’ Claire smiled. ‘None of the staff knew we
switched the cards, so they are in no danger, besides after this operation they will all be
offered new positions in another building with better pay and who knows maybe a chance to
contribute more.  As it stands, three of them definitely have a future at FORCE.’

‘And let me guess, their the ones who happen to clean the aforementioned floors,’ Tina smiled.

‘Of course and all three of them have agreed to call in sick in three days to be replaced by the
extraction team dressed as cleaning staff. Once inside, one agent per floor, each has a specific
function.  Floor 13A is IT. All the history of the Silkworms, tactics, styles, weapons, financial,
basically anything you can think of, an invaluable cache. Floor 13B is there research and lab
facilities and finally 13C is where the residences are including Jessica,’ Claire explained.

‘So we need to start assembling a team,’ Alice stated and began flipping through available
agent profiles.

‘No need, I have the team already,’ Claire said and looked about the room as heads snapped
up.

‘Anne Payton, Alex Chase and me,’ Claire offered.

The room went very silent, sideways looks were exchanged before Susan spoke up.

‘Do you really think you are the best choice Claire.  I mean you are the head of FORCE and
really not to put to strong a pint on it, you are FORCE, losing you, however remote, would be a
calamity I don’t think we could recover from, not at this point in time anyway,’ Tara stated.

‘I think we are past that point, long past it in fact.  I may have founded this organization, but I
have filled it with people who can take over if it should happen this time, but someday I will be
gone and I know this, the people I leave behind will be more than capable of carrying on. 
I can’t hide just because I’ve been made into a demagogue. What kind of a leader, but more
importantly a friend would I be if I let others complete missions that I started. That’s not a
leader, that’s not FORCE and that certainly is not me,’ Claire said and everyone knew that
was the end of negotiation with respect to her involvement in the mission.

‘And Anne and Alex?’ Cindy said leaving the question open.

‘This is a termination mission, silent and fast.  Alex and Anne are the two best hand to hand
agents we have, they know how to kill fast and can improvise like no other when needed and
this mission will I’m sure have enough of that. So the team is set, the time and the location
and again with my humblest apologies you now no everything I do and with luck in 4 days
FORCE will be stronger and our opponents much weaker and who knows what will come of
that,’ Claire mused.

‘And the Hive Queen?’ Tina inquired.

‘Jessica will kill her just as we start our mission.  They may know each other on an intimate
level, but there are a few things she has kept hidden that will render any defense useless,’
Claire smiled.

***

The three ‘cleaners’ arrived at work and scanned their passcards. Their disguises were
excellent but in reality no paid any attention to them they were just part of an invisible
workforce that moved about with no one paying them any heed. Each grab their assigned
cleaning cart, Anne artfully getting in the way of the camera and Alex as the latter slipping
something from underneath her uniform and into the cart. They nobbed to each other began
moving to the elevator Claire in front, Alex in the middle and Anne at the back of the line.
Just outside the door for the security room Claire’s heel was knocked by Alex’s cart causing
her to bang into it.  They all stopped, Claire looked back, head down in annoyance before
she lifted her leg, rubbed her heel and continued on. That little delay had allowed Alex to
bend down to pick up the duster Claire had knocked off or so it appeared. She slipped the
plastic handle from the sleeve of her uniform, swept the one Claire and knocked off, the very
one Alex had placed in her cart, just under the door of the security room, pulled the feather
end off of it, placed it on the handle she had and back into her cart. As they move on the
handle under the door was emitting an odorless gas into the room. By the time they got to
their appointed floors they would be free of prying eyes.  

‘First step accomplished,’ Anne said as the elevator started up and Alex swiped her card
letting her off at floor 13A, a special floor not listed on the elevator panel.

‘Start clock,’ Alex said as the door opened and she exited pushing the button on the timer
attached to her cart.

Anne repeated Alex’s motions and departed then Claire did the same.  

***

Alex checked the halls then pulled a long steel shaft from the catch of cleaning tools and
moved to one of the stairwells  where she placed it across the top of the door frame, an exact
match in length and colour and touched a button on the top.

The lab had made the electro-magnet to look like an addition to the door frame, the battery
inside would supply more than enough current to lock the doors shut preventing any
additional Silkworms from entering the floor.  She would do the same at the opposite stairwell
as would her colleagues, she pushed the floor duster about as she did so making a note of
the room she wanted.. Alex returned to her cart and was just about to move went she saw the
numbers on the elevator display start to move. The spy slipped off her running shoes, undid
the buttons on her cleaning uniform and discarded it into the garbage bin attached to the
cleaning buggy leaving her in a skin tight body glove ready for action. She watched and
listened as the numbers ticked off, then the door opened and she was alive with action.

Her eyes darted from one Silkworm to the other as a plan formed in her head on how to react,
it only took a nano second for the entire plan to come to fruition, Alex clearly seeing every
action and the outcome before she had even moved. The doors opened and a punch
slammed into the sternum of the first exiting Silkworm, Alex having guessed correctly that the
narrow doors would not allow both to exit at the same time for risk of soiling their Sari’s on the
edge of the doors.  The punch, precise and weighted did its temporary job. The Silkworm
staggered back, both hands over the area of the punch as she gasped for air, unable to cry out.
She knocked the other off centre just enough for Alex to act as her second opponent tried to
right herself. A quick handstand at the edge of the doors, a bend of her legs and she had the
worm’s head in the confines of her thighs. Alex pulled her legs down and her body as she
flipped them over in mid air, the Silkworm landing hard on the floor, her face looking up at the
Force agent, a look of surprise in the eyes, but only for the merest of moments as the sexy
spy twisted her hips the cracking sound creating a nice reverb inside the elevator.

‘You know what they say, catch and release,’ Alex smiled as she executed a back walkover to
come to her feet, a trailing leg smashing into chin of the other Silkworm sending her back
crashing into the back elevator wall.  A front handstand allowed her to scissor her ankles
about the neck of the remaining Silkworm while hands cupped around the woman’s ankles
then she snapped her torso in violent swivel. The worm collapsed to the floor Alex;s legs
sliding up and her lower thighs cinching tight about her head.

‘You meet the most interesting people in elevators,’ Alex mocked.’And occasionally you strike
up conversations although I get the feeling your not the talkative type,’ the sexy blonde spy
added as her thighs tensed around the Silkworms neck with purpose.  

‘Your a foolish girl, leave while you still have your life!’ the scissored female defiantly said.

‘Little girl, haven’t heard that in a while,’ Alex answered squeezing tighter.

The Silkworms hands grasp about one of Alex’s legs in a vain attempt to loosen the vice
about her.  Alex smiled as she applied more pressure looking right into her captured
opponents eyes as a fleeting shadow filled in vision.

‘Oh you’ll have to do better than that.  This little girl knows more and is quicker than she lets
on,’ Alex smiled as she held the Silkworms extended leg in her hands then with a blur one
hand left the leg and then returned as the Worm grimaced. 

‘Break point,’ Alex said. ‘Do you want to try for the other leg, this one is now useless or should
we move on to other vital parts or perhaps you want to tell me how many Silkworms on this
floor and where there located?’ 

‘You obviously don’t understand Silkworms, you don’t have what it takes to get me to talk,
no matter what you do,’ the worm said defiantly.

‘Then there’s no need to even go there,’ Alex answered as she broke the other leg then
wrapped her arms around the useless appendages, held tight, then rotated her body 180
degrees while keeping the Silkworm still. A long tearing crack filled the silence of the hallway. 
Alex relaxed her vise, cartwheeled backwards to her feet a smile on her face.

‘I never needed you to tell me, just a bit of fun,’ she smiled as she removed the Saree Pins
from her two dead opponents and moved down the hallway.

***

Anne stood to the side of the elevator as the doors opened, keeping out of sight as she peered
out.  Seeing the way clear she stepped off and into the hallway gathering in her location.

‘Seems to be a series of upgrades going on,’ she mused looking up at the missing ceiling tiles
and the fibre optic cabling running above her. ‘Well, go to see I’m in the right place and that
the path is well marked,’ she added following the multi- coloured cables along the narrow
hallway until the open ceiling stopped, replaced by intact tiles.

Anne took a few steps back, then rushed forward silently, jumped into the air, her hands
grasping around a support bar running at a right angle to the hallway. The spy’s momentum
carried her up, her legs tucking in as she rose, then over another support bar. She came up
into a sitting position on her perch looking down that the floor of the hallway her dark bodysuit
merging with the darkness she’d entered.

‘Time to go to work,’ she said and reached into her hair. Anne slid the tortoise shell top back
revealing a small but very sharp blade that she used to nick one of the fibre cables. She
replaced the clip in her hair and waited.  Her time alone was short, she heard a door open
then close behind her, footsteps coming closer. The male Silkworm looked up into the ceiling
just in time to see blackness descend around him in the form of two well sculpted legs that  at
first scissored about his neck then bent into a clamp sealing about his mouth before her could
call out. Anne rocked her thighs from side to side as she balanced on the bar, her vise like
pressure quickly turning his head purple.

‘Much as I’d love to continue to squeeze you, alas I female spy’s work is never done, I have
to move onward and upward while you need to go around and down,’ Anne honeyed as she
spun about on the bar taking his with her but not his body. The FORCE agent slipped of her
perch, her hands seizing the bar as she lowered them both to the ground.

‘Well look what the lady won for hitting the target,’ she smiled holding up a passcard. ‘Oh the
places you’ll go with this,’ she added and turned just in time to see a door starting to open
about ten feet down the hall.

Anne took a few steps for acceleration, twisted her torso and launched in the series of
backflips, each revolution gathering more speed and as rapidly closed the distance between
her and the now fully visible two Silkworms who were now reacting to her with raised hands
and a fighting stance, such was their training seemingly equal to Anne’s, but the FORCE
beauty and lethal lovely had another idea in store for her deadly opponents.  They were
expecting Anne to come at them from height, most likely try for a double kick to their heads,
they were prepared for it and to deliver a surprise of their own. At the last possible second
and before momentum forced only one course of action Anne in a tight neat ball somersaulted
along the floor, her arms darting out at the last second, catching the legs of the Silkworms and
unending them. But the spy’s bag of gymnastic skills was far from exhausted. Anne came out
of the somersault into a handstand, executed a back walkover into another handstand, lowered
her body down with a speed that defied physics and into an open Firefly pose the flats of her
feet pressing into the necks of the Silkworms that had fallen on either side of her against the
hallway walls.

‘Tight hallways always make for a crush of bodies.  Hope you ladies don’t mind if I just
squeeze you, I mean get by you,’ Anne stated in an ironic manner as she lowered her head
and increased the pressure on the throats of the Silkworms, her toes gripping tight for extra
pressure before her head dropped suddenly pushing her feet through bone and cartilage, the
familiar sounds and gasps and cracking filling the hallway as her opponents breathed a final
time. Anne raised her head, swung her legs in and came to her feet removing two more Saree
Pins. 

***

Claire’s head turned sideways and back a touch avoiding a punch just as the elevator doors
fully opened.  The Head of FORCE rocked forward and down, her legs coming over the top
and smashing into the side of the Silkworms head in a perfectly executed Scorpion Kick
smashing her against the elevator wall.  The second Silkworm quickly undid and flashed her
scarf outward, Claire catching it out of the corner of her eye and turning her head to avoid it
wrapping about her neck. Instead her reflexes took over and her hands seized the material, a
few revolutions of her hand and she had all the material she needed.  Claire yanked the scarf,
pulling the worm towards her, an elbow up and cocked as woman rammed into the sharpened
point, the connection hitting her stomach and doubling her over in pain. Claire wasted no time,
her knee came up and smashed into the Silkworms head snapping her violently over to the
floor where she joined her sister Silkworm whom Claire was busy tying the captured end of
scarf about her neck.  The Head of FORCE then dragged them out of the elevator into the hall
where she executed a split, the wrapped scarf becoming more and more uncomfortable as
she lowered until the raw gasping sounds gave way to the snapping of vertebrae and the
crushing of their windpipes. It was all accomplished in a matter of seconds, a clinical and
artistic Claire elimination. She undid the scarf, wrapped it loose between her legs and over
her shoulders, keeping it in place with the two Saree Pins from her victims.  She moved on
down the hall pausing at a junction. She knew around the corner was the Hive Queen’s lair and

Jessica.
***

Alex moved down the hall, passing doors on either side, she knew she wanted the one at the
end, but as she passed by she heard a click of electronic lock being disengaged behind her. 
She was up against the wall in a flash melding her body tight to it. Two figures appear out,
they did not look her way, just turning toward the elevator that Alex could not let them get to.

‘Here is my opportunity,’ she said to herself while the memory of Yasmin Bennett, CIA
Operative and Alex’s partner on a mission came back to her along with the phrase “really cool
gadgets’ in reference to her bodysuit as she took a few steps and jumped onto the left wall,
one foot catching and pushing up as the micro suction cups on the bodysuit caught and
transferred the angular momentum upward as she leaped across to the opposite wall, gaining
speed and height where her other foot caught and pushed off, sending her up to the height she
needed. 

She flew through the air coming down on them from behind just as they turned to see her too
late.  The deadly beauty caught the guard on her right with her left leg, Alex had her leg cocked
and ready, bent at the knee to fit about his neck which it did perfectly.  Her forward motion was
transferred into a circular pivot a she swung round in front of them and them where her right
cocked leg secured around the other guard, she swinging around to the back of them, the
contracting force of her lethal gam slowing then stopping her.

Alex’s motion, fluid, sexy and dangerous never stopped as her body then fell over and down
their backs, her fists ramming into the back of their knees knocking the legs out from under
them.  Forward onto their stomachs the duo fell, Alex clamped in place, before they could react,
she wrenched them over the pulled up legs bringing their imprisoned heads over her torso
and into view.

‘Another drill, come on! We were just going on break!’ one said as he fruitlessly tried to
dislodge Alex’s leg.

‘If this was a drill you both failed,’ she answered in a cool tone.  ‘However, you both look like
you could use a break,’ the spy smiled as she rocked her hips to the left and then right feeling
the vibrations from the neck break ripple up her wonderful toned deadly beautiful legs. She
undid and moved down the hall toward her goal, one of the cards passcards in hand.

Three and least, maybe four Silkworms was what David Jacobs had told Alex would be in the
room, three was long odds, four was near suicide, even for an agent of Alex’s skills and speed,
but she told herself she did have the element of surprise and a few tricks to play. She swiped
the passcard, watch the lock turn green then pushed open the door.  

***

Anne had the outline of the library from the Intel Jessica had sent, two sets of cubicles run
straight up the middle of the room as you entered, seven on each side, around the outside of
the room were shelves of books that had not yet been digitized and somewhere, and this was
Alex’s job, was a hidden room with rare books that only certain special Silkworms had access
to.  Once Anne had secured the room and Alex had disabled the security system all would be
revealed.  

‘Now for my part,’ she said to herself and slowly opened the door, closing it silently behind her.
Anne immediately spotted a worm looking for a book on the shelves, she turned the wrong
way and too engrossed to notice the intruder,  The spy crouched down letting the cubicle
conceal her as she looked underneath to observe which ones were occupied, see counted
four, Anne then checked the light above the shelves for changes and after a spell she made
two others to add to the counted.  She had a plan in an instant, not elegant, but quick and
deadly with just a touch of flare.  

The sexy spy moved quickly and silently to her first victim, her hand clamping tight about the
Silkworms mouth as a millisecond later a quick, strong and silent knife strike of her hand the
woman’s throat ended. Anne braced her in an upright position and moved on to the next one. 
Again a hand over the mouth, but this time her other hand turned the Silkworms hand
unnaturally farther than possible, she to was left staring at her book, normal to any passerby
except for her missing scarf..  

While the Silkworm look intently at her screen a layer of fabric enclosed around her mouth,
then another and another, then it moved onto her neck.  Anne twisted the material tighter and
tighter while one of her legs locked and closed around the Silkworms to keep her from kicking,
It was over quickly and Anne moved on.

The Silkworm gave a small yawn, it was late, but at the moment just before the end of it a fist
size ball of silk was was rammed into her mouth and pulled back forcing the back of her neck
against the edge of the chair.  Anne stamped her foot down on the scarf that she had tied
together and broke the Silkworms neck. Just as she had finished and right on cue the door to
the secret vault opened.

‘Right on time Alex,’ Anne said with a smile and stepped from the cubicle into the open
against the shelves of books at the far end of the room.

‘Ladies the library is now closed all tardy patrons please report to me to have your privileges
revoked permanently.  Thank you for your cooperation,’ she smiled then made an immediate
rush for the Silkworm she had spotted when first entering.

Anne took several steps, building her speed quickly, a sideways glance told her the other
Silkworm was coming at her from behind, then she focused back on the other. The FORCE
spy was with five or six feet when her left hand darted out grabbed a hardcover paperback
sized book from the shelf.  She flashed it about, here and there before launching into a slide
on her side along the wooden floor, her body sliding, her legs reaching out and scissoring the
Silkworm about the ankle and dropping her to the floor, her head banging off the hardwood up
and into the downswing from the book Anne slammed into the back of her neck after her body
had swung about from her own momentum.  The blow forced her head back against the floor
as Anne pressed it down with all her weight, She then dropped the book seized her head in
her hands and twisted using her body as a whip to gain all the speed she needs to, one, turn
the Silkworms head 180 degrees and, two, give her the speed to come to her feet and catch
the other Silkworm with a front snap kick catching her flush under the chin.  Anne toosed the
book away, the three Silkworm Poison Darts from the woman’s hair bobbles imbedded in the
leather cover. She had no intention of letting the remaining worm have any chance of using
some devious device she may have. 

Anne picked her up, swung a leg up and over her body connecting flush on the forehead of
the Silkworm. The spy turned in one fluid motion into a spinning back kick pinning her foot
against the Silkworms throat. 

‘It’s always important to stretch after a workout,’ Anne smiled as she leaned her weight into
the worm and her throat. ‘It’s also important not to lunge, serious injury can result or in this
case even death,’ she added thrusting forward.  Anne relaxed, pulled her leg away into a
cocked position and watch the Silkworm cascade to the floor. She lowered her leg smiled and
got the book she wanted and left for the elevator.

***

Alex swiped the passcard and pushed open the door fully expecting the open door would
draw eyes, instead all it brought was a response from a Silkworm looking and her screen,
fingers flashing across a keyboard and she ran diagnostics on the error.

‘Did you find the cause Samita?’

Alex quickly and nimbly advanced toward her, the catsuited body taut with anticipation.

‘Yes, and the cure is close at hand, namely my hands,’ Alex said in a knowing voice before
she rammed the woman’s  head down across the edge of her laptop, she coming up clutching
her neck, her mouth formed into a circle as she tried to suck in air, that horrible low roaring
sound filling her silence before Alex clamped a hand on her chin, another on the side of her
hand and turned, that sound was replaced by a satisfying tearing of neck bones.

The spy unzipped her top, reach between her firm breasts, pulled out a thumb drive and
inserted it into the computer, it flashed to life.  David Jacobs had designed the program to
disable all the security systems and allow FORCE total access to the Silkworms network and
begin downloading it.  It also gave Anne the access she needed.

Alex didn’t watch this happen she had more pressing matters to contend with, namely two
Silkworms, one on either side of her.  A cartwheel to her left caught that advancing worm on
the back of her neck, knocking her face down as Alex righted herself above the dazed body a
front snap kick sending her other assailant stumbling backwards before she regained her
balance.  By that time Alex has secured the fallen Silkworm between her thighs as her eyes
locked on the other.

‘Time for a little file compression,’ she mused as the woman watch her thighs tense about the
head of her fellow worm. ‘You know I think I;ve changed my mind. I need more space,’ she
added and thrust her hips sideways, the Silkworms body convulsing for a few seconds before
going still. ‘File deleted,’ the FORCE beauty smiled as she dropped the body from her and
moved forward into a phalanx of kicks and punches..  Alex block, dodged and weaved about,
easily blocking or avoiding being her hit. Still the Silkworm, who Alex had to admit was skilled
came one, undeterred by her lack of success.

‘You’re very good for an ol….my apologies, mature woman, your speed in impressive,’ Alex
said as she caught an arm and spun about placing her back against the Silkworms chest, a
sexy gam snapping up and kicking the Saree wearing beauty in the head. In the same motion
Alex swung the leg down and over her back making contact with the back of the worm’s head
this time. A grab of her arm, a step underneath as she had the arm bar she want.  A shapely
lycra clad leg snapped a series of kicks up and down the Silkworms chest and torso, before a
final strike the worms head in the crook of Alex’s knee. The FORCE beauty applied downward
pressure rolling them over on the floor where her other leg hooked around the Silkworms
ankles and pulled bowing the woman backward. Alex wasted no time closing the scissor and
snapping the back of her opponent, a lightning strike of her hand finished the Silkworm by
breaking her windpipe.  

She was her feat in seconds, returned to the laptop and saw FORCE was busy downloading
the data, when finished they would introduce a communications virus into the network to track
others. Her part done she departed.

***

Claire expected no guards on the door and there were none. When you reached the level of
Hive Queen bodyguards were just a nuisance that got in the way, she could handle her own
affairs, Claire admired the confidence. 

She pushed open the ornate mahogany doors and slipped inside only to be greeted by two
Silkworm apprentices who had just delivered tea.  

The sexy spy made her hands into claws, struck with such speed that the novitiate did not see
Claire’s hands move, she just felt the spy’s nails touch all around her neck. During this Claire
extended one of her very shapely gams and swept the other trainee off her feet .  While one
grabbed her neck as she fell, her mouth open struggling for the other slowly sank to the floor
where the back of her neck landed on top of Claire’s foot, the spy placing the soft pad of her
other foot on the chin. A simultaneous arch of one and push down by the other foot neatly
finished of the woman as her neck snapped, Claire giving it a hard thrust sideways just to
make sure.  She elegantly spun and came to her feet.

Claire surveyed the room, the main part was  a sunken square space, a myriad of pillows all
about and at the far end reclined to very elegantly dressed and beautiful women. She saw a
moment of shock, just a flash, then it was gone, Silkworms were usually very good at sang-froid
and she recovered quickly, but Claire knew this was a total surprise to her.  The spy continued
about the room, looking at things, books, nic-naks before stopping at an enclosed glass case.

‘I see the Hive Queen has her own special hive. No doubt they produce a diabolically special
silk for certain occasions,’ Claire supposed as she turned to face the two, her skin tight suit 
looking more than usually dangerous against the background of the white wall.

‘Efficient and flowing, I applaud you on your dispatching of my trainees, Miss?’ the Hive Queen
asked.

‘Claire Baxter.’

‘Your reputation is not overstated Miss Baxter, in any area. I must say I am flattered that the
Head of Force would pay me a personal visit, you have however made a grave mistake, one
that will be your last.  Ironic that as one star extinguishes another takes it place in the
firmament.’

‘Such cool confidence, I would expect nothing less from a Silkworm,’ Claire smiled.

‘I see you have not lost your bravado, something that needs to be corrected, permanently. 
The odds are still two to one and well to be fair to you much more than that. A Hive Queen is
not an ordinary Silkworm, as you know, there are arts only we know and those who we want to
succeed us,’ she said turning and looking at her protege with a smile who took her hand and
touched her forehead to it.

‘Namaste Yogini,’ she said.

‘KIll Miss Baxter, Jessica. Let me see the arrogant light from her eyes fade before me as you
administered a painful death,’ she commanded.

Jessica got to her feet in a slow rising snake like motion much as a cobra would do, removed
her scarf and carefully placed it where she had been sitting.  Her body was even better than
Claire had remembered. She walked up the sets and towards Claire as the spy made ready
for combat.

'I hope you feel this as much as I will enjoy administering it,’ she said softly but audible
for the Hive Queen to hear and nod approval.

Jessica Collins flung herself at Claire, wrapped her arms around Claire’s neck hugging her
fiercely, Claire returning it just as much.

‘I imagine you have agents on every floor, a fait accompli, except for one thing,’the Hive Queen
stated cooly. 

‘You have an excellent imagination, Claire responded.

‘Out of misfortune comes opportunity.  Your game has been well played Miss Baxter and Miss
Collins, pity you won’t live to tell anyone, not after I get through with the two of you.  You I will
kill quickly Miss Collins, you Miss Baxter will die slowly and painfully just as TRIDENT will do
to FORCE once you are gone. All that work of yours for nothing.  To borrow a metaphor, once
you cut off the head of the snake, the body dies.

Pity it has to be such a young snake, but experience is only gained over time, not arrogance,’
smiled then clicked a hidden button on the floor, opening a small door at her feet, ‘At least
you’ll have the pleasure of seeing me in my regalia. As you can see I like to scratch, honed to
a fine surgical and tipped with Silkworm Venom from the very same hive you admired Miss
Baxter, even a drop on your skin will kill you in mere seconds, as for my tiara I can assure you
it’s more than just decorative,’ she smiled getting up, her scarf falling flawlessly from her body
as she walked toward them.

Jessica tried to step in front of Claire but the Head of FORCE was having none of it.

‘No, she’s mine, you’ve done more than enough,’ and took up her stance as Jessica backed
away.

‘Seems I was mistaken about the order and length of death,’ the Hive Queen honeyed as her
hand flashed across Claire’s chest, it missed cleanly, the spy snapping a kick that scored a
direct hit knocking the woman backwards. The Hive Queen recovered quickly and came back
a slow dance in new mode of attack punctuated by sharp thrusts and slashes as she tried to
score hits, the silky Claire dancing out of the way with ease returning kicks that stung the
woman.

The duo danced about the upper floor in the room, the Hive Queen mixing a variety of kicks.
One flashed by as Claire deftly turned her head, the flat of the woman’s foot hitting the wall.
Claire drove a fist into her well sculpted thigh while her leg cocked and snapped a kick to the
side of her head spinning her back.

‘It appears you may have had the order of death a little mistaken,’ Claire smiled.

The Queen came at Claire in full fury and motion, her skill and speed were impressive,
moreso given her age, but the Head of FORCE was more than her equal. When the woman
thrust forward both arms Claire caught them by the wrists and turned them over,wincing pain
filled the Hive Queens face. Claire, holding tight, fell down and back onto her ass, a foot
braced into the chest of her foe and she flipped her up and over,down hard on the floor she
crashed, the catsuited spy rolled them over, Claire onto her stomach and the Hive Queen
forced onto her back. The spy pulled up her body, reversing the position of her legs and arms.
The Hive Queen still dazed felt her hands forced to her head and into her tiara, a forced turn of
her wrists sent the piece of jewellery skidding across the floor. Another turn of her wrists and
Claire used her thumbs to dislodge the deadly nails, plinking metal sounding about the room
as they hit the ceramic floor.

Yet Claire was not done and it seemed barely a few seconds had passed. Her legs wrapped
around the woman;s torso where the heel of her smashed down like a swinging pendulum in
the Hive Queen paradise inducing another wince of pain. Claire’s legs, so lethal in so many
situations, snapped up, crossed and locked behind the woman’s neck where instant pressure
was applied and increased.

‘Now let me ask you a question,’ Claire cooed in her ear the Hive Queen struggled. ‘What
happens when you cut the head off of a Hive Queen and assorted Silkworms? I suppose the
obvious answer is the hive dies. FORCE has already weakened you significantly through
financial assassination, but I have to admit that is a bit too stale for me, I more of a hands on
girl myself, or legs on in this case. Tonight is just another cut to the body of TRIDENT and
perhaps the Silkworms part in that. How much longer do you think The Poison Geisha or the
Strippers Guild are going to want you around. I also know TRIDENT is busy trying to build up
a CURVE Section and so called regular agents, but FORCE put a bit of a crimp in that recently,
perhaps you heard? My point Hive Queen, is that I don’t intend to eliminate you totally, why
should I when I can just weaken you to the point where your own organization turns on you. 
I just need to leave enough meat on the bone or assets in place, then tell them where there
located, sit back and watch the fun, that’s what this whole operation, with Jessica and tonight
was about. We may be good girls, but we play for keeps!’ Claire explained as her legs forced
the Hive Queens neck to the breaking point.

‘We already have The Book of Worm, deciphered the hidden texts,The Silkworm Focusing
Gems. Now we have all your knowledge and all the books and manuscripts Jessica has
collected, there isn’t much else of value,’ Claire added as she arched up and pressed.

‘You’ll never survive them, TRIDENT will kill you and any other Silkworms, you are a spent
force to them, weak and not worth the expense of keeping or they will keep you, but you’ll just
be part of the TRIDENT, not a founding member anymore, no position, no glory, no power.
Perhaps they’ll be generous, just take all the assets you have left and make you all into a
Mature Agent Section and tell you want to do, sending you on all the suicide missions, after
all your expendable,’ Claire explained.

‘I’ll leave you with that, and the dead bodies, everything else I’m taking or have already taken,’
Claire said, nodding to Jessica that it was time to go.  She reached out and pinched the
woman’s neck in a few places, then massaged her temples with her thumbs knocking her out.

‘I’m not stupid enough to leave her conscious,’ Claire said with a smile and the two left.

***

They picked up Alex and Anne on the way down, then back through the service tunnels in the
basement, into the underground parking then out into the night in the van they’d come in,
Claire driving, Jessica in the passenger seat, Alex and Anne in the back where Alex was
engaged in a lively description of her activity, Claire not caring to listen in as she reached out
a hand that was met by Jessica’s

***

‘That sounds remarkably similar to a certain mission I was on,’ Anne said in her proper
english accent.

‘I’ve read every mission report on you, tried out the moves, that one really stuck with me, I had
to try it!’ Alex explained then added sheepishly. ‘You’re kind of a hero for me, sorry,’ she added,
already regretting saying it and making herself look like some silly trainee.

‘Don’t be sorry, I really rather flattered, I didn’t think anyone outside of the upper echelon
bothered,’ Anne answered her head motioning slightly to the front of the car.

‘I heard that,’ came Claire’s voice.

‘Then stop listening, rather rude listening in on other people’s private conversations,’
Anne shot back and smiled at Alex.

‘Is it instinctual with you?’ Alex pressed, ‘It’s not with me, I’m…’ she started to want to say
something but trailed off.

‘I’m just faster and better, I think you were going to say,’ Anne stated and Alex went a little red.
‘Nothing to be embarrassed about, I have heard that about you from other agents, even some
who listen in on conversations,’ Anne added as a tease.  ‘But to answer your question,
instinctual, perhaps, but inventive as well. A woman is nature’s deadliest creation, but to
restrict it to a rigid set of disciplined moves is to waste many of the talents that are locked up
here,’ Anne said tapping her head.  ‘You took that step tonight, but don’t copy me, be Alex
Chase, incorporate others into you, but don’t let you become them, if you follow. Having said
all that I couldn’t wish for a better agent to emulate me.

***

It’s been a week, what do you think Claire?’ Jessica asked as she slipped her tea and played
with a fashion design in Claire’s office.

‘We have everything we told her we’d take, leaving just enough for TRIDENT to scavenge.
Who knows she may already be dead, punishment for such a failure, but I wonder about the
other hives as well, the secondary data we got on them and implemented left them in the
same situation, but with Silkworms, you never can tell.  You know I never asked you, what
was her name?’

‘Rekha Sharma,’ Jessica answered and went back to her sketch of a Saree.