Ground Up

Allison Janney had been a COIL Analyst when Claire had been an agent with them.  Her mission notes were always clear, concise and contained information other analyst’s reports didn’t.  A good agent always took that Intel and used it, but Allison’s was always not of the standard variety.  It usually related to strange things about the mission or the target.  Claire got to calling it ‘Inside Baseball Intel’ things that usually got overlooked but could have a huge influence on the outcome of an assignment. 

‘You look fetching as a blond,’ Allison smiled as Claire approached her desk.

‘Thanks, you and your Intel.  How did you know he preferred them?’ she asked.

‘I ran every picture we had of him, cross referenced every female employee, even checked theatre tickets and changed seating arrangements for flights then matched those against who was supposed to sit beside him and who he ended up besides, the results showed a strong preference for blonds, hence the suggestion.   Not that you would have need it, he’d have succumbed to you eventually,’ she explained. 

‘You just made it faster and easier, thank you on both.  I want to talk to you about being the analyst I use all the time.  I’ve cleared it with higher ups and their fine with it, but I wanted your opinion on the matter.  No, not here, I want you to think about it for a day or so,’ Claire said talking before she could see Allison try and answer. ‘When you’re ready, give me a text and we can meet for lunch or dinner, my treat,’ Claire smiled, patted her hand and left not giving Allison a chance to respond.

‘Let’s see if you’re really as smart as you seem,’ she thought walking away. 

Allison did not know what to make of the whole conversation.  She was flattered that COIL’s best agent wanted her exclusively, obviously that showed her confidence in her and her ability, but as far as she knew, that was not the norm for the 2 years she’d been on the job, she decided to use her talent to find the answer.

***

‘She keeps putting you off, I think you made a mistake in more ways than one,’ Cindy Krutlzer said not in a self congratulatory tone but in a concerned one.

‘I admit things have changed a great deal in the two months since we first talked,’ Claire admitted.

‘Namely me sitting here,’ Cindy stated.

‘I have to admit the collapse of DOOM and the rise of this new organisation TRIDENT may have something to do with it,’ Claire answered with irony in her voice.

‘You said her security clearance was fairly low, so it maybe she knows nothing and just does want to talk afraid she might be getting herself into trouble or thinking this is some kind of loyalty test and you’re the bait,’ Cindy added.

‘She’s smart way smarter than they give her credit for or understand,’ Claire said referring to COIL only now as them, her divorce complete from the organisation. ‘No, I think she knows all about what has happened and now she’s analyzing daily events, seeing which way the wind is blowing for COIL.  She probably suspects me of something, she just can’t be sure of what and she’s either going to not contact me or curiosity is going to get the better of her and she just has to know. If that is the case she can always return to COIL tell them everything, look like a hero, get a promotion and carry on as if nothing happened.’

‘And put us in a whole world of trouble,’ Cindy stated flatly.

‘Not like we haven’t both been there before and will again, we can handle it, besides it won’t be just the two of us and we have the resources and more importantly the resolve COIL doesn’t have.’

Those resources were very impressive and very well concealed, thanks to Benjamin Steinmetz.  The infrastructure was all place, training centres, staffing and the support structures are carefully put in place by Claire and Benjamin’s team over several years starting from the time she completed the Boundaries of Time Mission.

Claire Baxter was a true believer, but that belief had changed over her years as an agent. She no longer wanted to be reactionary, outing out fires, as COIL had done. She wanted to go on the offence, but no matter how hard she tried to push her idea with COIL she met up against the mandate they had been set up under, Counter Operations and that no longer would do for her. The Boundaries of Time had given her the means to assemble enormous personal wealth and for that to create FORCE and with the implosion of DOOM her chance to take the fight to TRIDENT and make them feel what Good Girls were truly capable of.

FORCE had active agents and had added the ones Claire had helped rescue from DOOM, and she had some in training already, but she needed more and that’s where Allison came in.

‘You really think someone who had never been an agent can have the possible first inkling of what to look for in a recruit,’ Cindy asked just as Lady Tara Ashton-White, Alice Hamilton and Tracey Hale entered the library of Alice’s home in Chelsea.

‘I knew I picked the right person,’ Claire said excitedly.  Come I want you to meet some people.’  They went down the hall, past a room that made up as an office on the left, a bathroom on the right and hall that led off to what looked like another wing, maybe bedrooms, Allison was unsure and too nervous at this point to make any guesses, to two doors at the end, Claire opened them up onto a fantastic living room.  Floor to ceiling glass wall that gave an extraordinary view of the Upper West Side.  The room was modern, well appointed, with paintings from several centuries, all originals.  Allison did recognize a Pollack. Matisse and Dali among the group and then she recognized something she wished she didn’t and took a step back right into Claire’s arms as they folded around her middle. 

Strangely, Allison didn’t try to squirm free, she felt safe, as if Claire was radiating it into her being.

‘Claire, the poor girl is scared,’ Tara said seeing Allison’s eyes locked on hers.

‘Nonsense, her heart rate is beginning to calm.  Your safe here my dear, I promise.  Now relax and show everyone why I rave about you.’

‘You’re Lady Tara Ashton White, a former agent who supposedly went over to DOOM.  No offense, but you were the Claire Baxter of COIL, before Claire came along.  Apologies, for the reference point comparison,’ Allison said still looking at her.

‘No apologies are necessary for that comparison, I’m honoured,’ Tara smiled. ‘But supposedly?’

Cindy, Tracey and Alice all looked at Tara and then back to Allison.   All three noted to themselves that she was an attractive young woman, not stunning, but more than capable of holding her own in a room.  Allison Janney was 5’8” inches, her reddish-brown shoulder length hair with a natural flawless complexion that made her even more appealing.  She dressed well, yellow small opened front heels, a light grey pencil lined skirt cut just above the knee skirt showing her impressive legs 

Teal sweater blouse combo with white piping was perfect for showing off her slim figure and the touch of yellow in the belt complemented and accented her shoes perfectly.  Clearly, they all individually agreed she knew how to dress.  Her eyes were a little narrow and her mouth maybe a tinge to large but all had seen less captivating agents perform in the field. 

‘Before I answer that I need some answers from you,’ Allison said squeezing Claire’s wrist just a touch.

‘Nonsense, you know, or think you know, just analyse then make guesses or assumptions if you want a fancier word,’ Claire said to her to still holding her close. 

‘Promise after I tell you’ll kill me quickly,’ Allison responded weakly trying for world to figure out how she got in this mess, what had she done.

‘Claire, stop it your scaring her,’ Alice scolded and Claire obeyed releasing her hold and turn Allison about the face her.

‘No one’s going to kill you, harm you or do anything to you.  You’re not in any trouble with COIL or me.  You have to trust me on that,’ Claire said with a warm smile.

'COIL never closes a file on an agent unless they have the body, no matter how long.  Constant reanalysis is always done, looking for new data to conclude one way or the other,’ Allison began looking back at Tara.  ‘I was assigned just several months ago.  I was told it was a basically a dead file, you’d defected, were probably deep inside DOOM or some other organisation training new agents with your unique skills.  I got the impression they did not want me wasting too much time on you. So, I didn’t, officially,’ Allison smiled for the first time and Claire seeing she was more at ease and coming into her stride guided her over to a chair next to Tara.  ‘Claire always wanted me for pre-mission briefing and Intel.  She was a bit of a trail, because she tended to improvise and not follow the playbook, if you will.  It was frustrating a times, all my plans just ignored as she did her own thing. After a while I gave up and just left bullet point suggestions under the title of ‘Pick One’, they all smiled at that. ‘Then I got your file,’ Allison said, referring to Tara and as I read I saw Claire clear as day. I had to sign the file in and out each day, one day a glitch in the system pulled up all the people who had checked out the file and where, I printed it and then deleted all the references except for the analyst ones.

‘You thought COIL found out and you’d been sent here to be executed by me!’ Claire exclaimed.  Oh, Allison I’m so sorry you thought that, please believe me,’ Claire said touching her shoulder.

‘You never thought that did you my dear?’ Alice questioned like she knew that answer.

‘No, Claire never, COIL yes.  I actually came to tell Claire the story I’m telling to warn her that they were on to me but I would never betray her.

‘What did I say, special,’ Claire added.

‘Please go on,’ Tara said and the others nodded.

It was easy to cross-reference the coded names for agents with similar mission scenario’s and times and styles.  One name kept coming up,’ Allison said looking at Claire.  ‘I know what kind of person you are, how determined you are and how ruthless you can be and yet Tara Ashton White was still unaccounted for, that is not the Claire Baxter I know.  She would have found her after an exhaustive study of her very classified mission that somehow you got hold of or more accurately were given by hirer ups in the hopes that you would find and kill her, which you did but didn’t complete the mission, but why, that’s not Claire. The only answer is that you knew she was innocent as well and you were in fact hiding her and planting a trail of false evidence in the files to lead other analysts away.

‘But not you I see,’ Claire smiled.

‘So, you told COIL,’ Cindy inquired.

‘I told COIL……nothing. If Claire knew she was innocent, that was all I needed, I trust her completely,’ Allison stated.

‘You better hold that thought for a moment or two,’ Tracey said.

‘So, you suspected Claire was hiding me, but how did you know I was alive,’ Tara said.

‘You were a brilliant scholar before you gave that up to become a brilliant spy. Half way through your dissertation and you just left and became an agent, you'd never left anything undone before, that must have grated terribly on you over the years. All PhD dissertations have to be published and Oxford makes all of them public, yours included, even if you use an assumed name.  You did a very good job of concealing your writing style, to good. Writing analysis from earlier papers and your mission notes from COIL created a strong divergent correlation.  In other words, the more you concealed your style the more it became apparent who you were.  I knew you were alive. I lied all through the report, they accepted it and the next analyst will just more than likely give it even less attention,’ Allison concluded.

‘COIL will know in time and accept it,’ Claire said, but so impressed with Allison as were the rest. 

‘I’m not sure I follow the logic of Claire accessing the records and your connection to Tara still being alive,’ Tracey asked.

‘Oh, sorry, yes I think I leapt a little too far there.  While each mission review after Claire accessed a certain file had marked similarities to missions Tara had done, most specifically in certain intimate interludes,’ Allison answered.

‘You little copycat,’ Cindy smiled looking at Claire.

‘Hey why reinvent the wheel.  Besides hardly a copycat, I believe I changed a baby doll for a shirt in one of those situations among other changes,’ she smiled adding to the joke.
 

‘Well I’m impressed and grateful, thank you Allison.  I can assure you your trust is not misplaced or more importantly your conclusions wrong,’ Tara said placing one hand on the back of Allison’s hand.

‘Well I think that deserves a reward, what would you like to drink.  We have with us an excellent bartender and a well stocked bar, what can we get you? Claire inquired.

‘G&T with a cucumber slice please,’ Allison replied.

‘Any particular Gin, don’t be too picky I think Claire only has 10 or 12 types,’ Tracey asked as she got up.

‘Bombay Sapphire East, if you have it,’ Allison answered.

‘Coming up and no talking while I’m away,’ she admonished with a smile.

The drink appeared in no time.  A sip and a smile confirmed it was perfect.

‘Ok, one down, three to go.  “I’ll leave the direction up to you,’ Claire said looking at Allison from across the sitting area.

‘I know you two are not COIL or agents affiliated with any allied organisations, so that leaves only the conclusion that your former DOOM agents Claire has come across on missions and got to you before Trident, I think their calling themselves that, although the traffic on that is a little thin at my clearance level, could terminate you,’ Allison offered taking another sip.

Both Tracey and Cindy said nothing, betrayed nothing, but were impressed.

‘I hate to disappoint you but I’m flattered none the less that you would think me a spy, but really, I’m hardly in the same mold as Tara or Claire,’ Cindy said and Tracey nodded in agreement. ‘No, we’re both here at Claire’s request, just as you are, but in a much more general administrative facilitating capacity if you understand my meaning of that,’ she added.

‘That’s a nice try and a good lie, but both of you are far, far too well dressed and well put together for either of you to just be what you said,’ Allison answered feeling more at home with each passing minute her brain working away just as she liked.  ‘As the saying goes one size does not fit all or perhaps it should be one spy does not fit all and you two do not fit the mould which is why you're both perfect.  What are the percentages that two women, from two different quasi-government departments would both look gorgeous, dress impeccably and be seated next to each other?  Most I’ve met sit opposite each other or with much more distance between them because they view themselves as rivals.  You two clearly know each other, care for each other and are very comfortable being together.  I suspect,’ and their Allison paused as she mentally flipped through Claire’s missions then smiled. ‘You’re Cindy Krutzler and this is just a guess, but I suspect you’re Tracey Hale.  You’ve never met Claire but Claire is very close to Pushpa Advani and Pushpa used to be Tara’s pseudo assistant when COIL suspected her and Pushpa had a mission where she met you.  Stands to reason she would have told Claire about an impressive, very impressive DOOM agent she’d encountered, so that also means Pushpa is involved in all this somehow,’ Allison added as an afterthought.

‘Good to know we’re famous,’ Tracey smiled and clicked her glass with Cindy who acknowledge with a smile.

‘And you Miss Sweeney are one very impressive analyst,’ Tracey added.

Allison accepted the plaudits with a salute of her glass as well.

‘I’m afraid this is where the streak comes to a crashing end. I have no idea who you are,’ she said looking at Alice.

‘Well I feel relived and left out all in the same moment,’ Alice smiled. ‘After we conclude our business I can fill you in if you like.  You may need a second drink,’ she added with a wry smile that left Allison not sure she wanted to know.

‘Good to know at least one of us is a secret agent,’ Cindy added ironically.

‘Now we come to you and me,’ Claire said.

‘Whatever Splinter Cell your organising I would love to be your analyst and you can count on my full and secret commitment to it,’ Allison said fulling realising the serious nature of the entire operation.

‘I appreciate that and I know I can count on that,’ Claire answered.  ‘But that’s not what I’m asking of you, not even close.’

Allison put down her glass as Claire watched that concerned and worried expression from earlier in the evening form on her face again. 

‘COIL will never let you go, you know that!’ Allison stated firmly.

‘Is that the concern? Then put it out of your mind, they already have, not willingly but in the end, they had no choice.’

‘I don’t follow, you’re the best agent they have, you don’t give that up for nothing,’ Allison questioned.

‘They didn’t, they got to keep their funding and thus COIL, but at a much-reduced cost to the governments that support them.  In return, they a get a new organisation that costs them nothing and with the reassurances from me that we will be much more proactive. You see in the end its money that these things turn on, not politics, ideology or doing what’s right, although that is what’s important to me, although to be truthful my, our sense,’ Claire said sweeping her arm about the room. ‘May differ a little from theirs, but once we start they’ll be no stopping us and I need to know if you want in but before you say anything I need to make certain things clear.  I don’t want you as an analyst, I want you as my Head of Recruiting for Female Operations. But in order to be that you must also complete agent training and do missions.  One of my hard and fast rules will be everyone does the training and at least 5 missions so they have a real idea of what the job entails and that is especially true for you.  Now having said that, what do you say?’ Claire asked.

‘I already have some basic training, that part doesn’t phase me. It’s the missions, I could be killed my first outing and it would all be for nothing,’ Allison pondered.

‘Sure, same as all we could have been, but we took that chance, we still take it, Tracey, Cindy, Alice, Rachel, yes Miss Sparks is with me and if she can go from Courier to agent, so can you.  I’m not promising anything, I’m just offering, it’s up to you Allison.’

Everyone in the room knew what Allison was thinking at that moment as they’d all been their, Allison knew that as well.  She also knew none of them was going to give her any advice one way or the other, its was up to her.

‘In.’

‘I have your travel arrangements all here ready to go. We’ll have some dinner Cindy made, you get a good night’s sleep and tomorrow off you go.  This is how the world moves for you now Allison,’ Claire smiled as Alice came up and took their newest recruits arm in hers.

‘Let me tell you a little about myself,’ Alice began.

***

Allison’s basic COIL training helped her accelerate through some of the training, which saved time. Between classes, study and everything else she was starting to formulate and idea of where she wanted to take FORCE and how to get there.

She found herself in the unique situation of being both trainee and boss of the same people she was training with and those who were training her. She was quickly with the input of others putting together a plan and strategy for FORCE to follow, one, the more she got into it, she was sure would give them an edge.  

All the trainers Claire had recruited were excellent, they offered free opinions of what they thought could be better, what to look in an agent and how to correct issues as they came along using the specific examples of how some agents pass through the cracks in training and end up on different career paths within the organisation.   Two examples were Carol Brown and Rachel Sparks.  Both had been expected to be front line agents and both and failed to materialise into that.  Instead they had become couriers, basically information shufflers between offices.  Somewhere along the way the training did not take or they hit a roadblock and could not overcome it.   In the case of both what had been perceived as two wasted slots in the recruiting pool had in fact turned into two top flite agents.  Rachel, through Claire’s insistence and mentoring had blossomed into an extremely effective agent and Carol had somehow managed to find herself on what had just been a routine courier mission and turned herself into a lethal agent.  Allison understood the Claire/Rachel dynamic, it was Carol Brown that intrigued her.

‘What insights does she have,’ Allison thought and made a request to interview her.

The data she gathered from her fellow trainees was also invaluable, although she had to do it without them catching on.  Most of the data came from ‘girl talk’ and casual conversations and was just as illuminating as all the other Intel she had.

***

‘I strongly believe we should stop this until we have a clear and coherent plan for recruiting,’ Allison said in the boardroom to a long silence.

‘We just started and you want us to stop.  We’re looking at recruits already, have done early interviews,’ Gina Perini said.

‘I appreciate that, but you hired me to be Head of Recruiting and that’s what I have been doing in between training and after a year which actually places me because of past training with COIL into my third year and upcoming training missions.  I’m going to lay out my reasons and my plan, then we can discuss it and refine it or scrap it entirely if you want,’ Allison explained.

Claire looked about the boardroom then back to Allison.

‘I for one want to hear it, objections, please. Nothing, ok go ahead.’

‘This first part is going to sound a bit clinical and cold please bear with me.  ‘Given out current agent status, active and coming on line with the class I’m in and given this formula which both COIL and DOOM used, thanks to Tracey for providing it, this is the loss rate of agents we can expect over the next year and this is for two years.  I changed the formula for the current agents as they have more experience and are harder to kill and I also adjusted because we have an excellent group of Plus Agents who are extremely effective and we are not using anywhere near to their capability.’

Cindy kept an interested expression regarding the conversation, letting nothing away, as befitted her skills as a lethal lovely, but inside she was bursting with pride for her girls and their division.

‘Just as an aside I would like to rename, with Cindy’s approval of course, the Plus Division to CURVE.  Just a name change, but words are important,’ Allison said looking at Cindy and then to Claire who looked over to Cindy for the final word.

‘I agree,’ The Head of the Curve Division smiled.

‘So back to the math.  Based on the formula we can expect to see the following results and as you can see we have a very comfortable buffer from which to work.  This also includes using the trainers we have for certain assignments.  It gives me a refresher in the field and from my talking to them, they want it.  I’m not suggesting arduous missions, unless others think differently, but certainly they can help here and there when another body would not be not be unwelcome on a mission. 

This part of the process if adopted would allow us the time to reset some of the training.  I think with what I’m about to purpose we could cut half a year off of the current training regime.  We all know how we recruit potential agents now, its time and resource consuming, I think we should try a different approach,’ Allison said and started a PowerPoint presentation that began with a slide of nine women all in close ups. 

‘Beautiful,’ she said.

Then the next one was of them in bikinis.

‘Sexy.’

The final slide was the one that caused the stir, from laughs to head shakes.

‘Beauty Pageant Queens!,’ Tara said her voice astonished.

‘You said you gave this a lot of thought,’ Claire said in a questioning manner.

‘I did, every way I could and this makes the most sense and here’s why.  We want women who a beautiful, graceful, well spoken, educated, athletic, well put together, resourceful. determined and disciplined There they are, everything in one package.  All of the ones I showed you.  The looks go without question, as do the bodies and how do you get the latter, by working at it and maintaining it, determination and discipline.  These girls always look great because they know how to dress, they know what looks good on them, the cut the colour, etc.  We don’t need to teach this anymore, it’s been done already for us.  They work out, they have a plan, we tweak it but nothing like we have to do now, mostly build from the ground up.  Everyone has or is in the process of getting a university degree or a Masters, which checks that box.  Their all used to public speaking, meeting multiple people at events, they know how to work a room, how to command it, again we don’t need to teach this anymore.  Small things like how to walk in heels, apply make-up, they have all this, again a time saver and above all they are highly, highly competitive already, they come in wanting to win,’ Allison explained.

‘Won’t they be recognized?’ Alice asked.

‘Six of those women I showed you did not win anything beyond their state, province or region.  The other three competed at a national or international level but did not advance to any final round.  We can delete whatever references there are to them on the Internet and get rid of their Facebook pages so I assess the recognition factor as minimal.  Besides in certain situations that could prove advantageous to a mission.  Most of these girls are working and modelling part time, still chasing a dream.  My question is why not let them catch that dream only in a way they never conceived of.

‘Ok, it’s different, anyone, please jump in while I wait for the room to stop spinning,’ Claire said.

‘I’ll buy time here,’ Cindy ventured. ‘How does this help my Division?’

‘It doesn’t.  I tried but the formula doesn’t work with CURVE recruits, but there is another option I think will work,’ Allison said and she typed on the laptop keyboard and up popped a slide on the projection screen.

‘My supply of shock was depleted from the previous presentation, so please explain,’ Cindy smiled, trying hard not to laugh.

‘Curve agents are notoriously hard to find, that is one of the reasons they are so highly valued, that and their incredible abilities.  The current method is the same as for the standard agent, but the success factor is so much lower.  With standard agents you can expect 1 recruit for every 1,000,000 possible candidates, a CURVE, a viable Curve is 1 for every 10,000,000.  Both of these odds consume a tremendous amount of resources in terms of time and money.  We can cut both of those substantially, by doing what I suggested earlier and this.

‘A Modelling Agency?’ Claire said jumping back into the picture.

‘Yes. A real modeling agency, it makes money, but it also acts as a recruiter for all the potential Curve agents we want.  Of course, not all the girls are agents, but this narrows the funnel for us, they come to us, we don’t have to find them anymore.  There are many agencies out there already that cater exclusively to as they call them Plus Size.  All we have to do is start or buy our own agency.  I’ve had a look at many sites and some of these women are quite frankly outstanding. They also come with the discipline, determination and the beauty built in.  I’m not saying we stop looking for the diamonds in the ruff, to use a colloquialism, but this will speed and our recruiting process.’

‘Do you have examples of some of these models? Cindy asked.

There are the super famous ones, Bree Warren, Robyn Lawley, Iska Lawrence, but take a look at these, yes, their known and we would never use them.  This is Caralyn Mirand, this is Ivory Kalber and this is Nicole LeBris.  All stunners, we could do the same with our own agency,’ Allison said. ‘Why chase something when it will come to you if you just stay still.’

‘I’m sold, for my part at least,’ Cindy said. ‘This would save us so much time, get the girls into training quicker and active sooner, not to mention all the psychological adjustments we usually have to do to convince them to lose the old self, these girls come in confident and ready.

Questions flew back and forth on the pageant issue, Allison had answers for every question including cost analysis.

‘This is a huge risk Claire.  If those projections are even a little off, we’re finished.  I want to see a hybrid model, a test before I’m playing with anyone’s life.  I say half and half on the recruiting mix and re-assess after a year, then decide,’ Cindy said.

‘I agree,’ added Alice and Tara.

‘What about you Mr. Steinmetz, you’ve said nothing that is always trouble.

‘I hate risk, that’s why I’m in this business,’ he laughed.  ‘I’m with you all, half and half, but I will tell you I think you’re going to be surprised by the results,’ he said a nod to Allison.

‘Ok, settled, we’ll meet to hash out the details and such Wednesday.  Allison, I assume you will have a list of potential recruits if you don’t have already,’ Claire stated.

‘Full profiles already done,’ she answered.

‘I’m going to leave the modeling agency to you and Cindy, choose your team and make it happen,’ Claire added.

‘Ready for round two?’ Claire asked.

‘Yes, I read the Bangkok Nights, exciting and your notes and I’ve got some ideas on the matter,’ Allison said.

‘Excellent, I knew you would,’ Claire smiled and opened the boardroom door to a man and a woman.

‘Allison this is David Jacobs Head of our Analytics Department, Big Data and so many other areas I know nothing about and this is…’ Claire began to say as Allison jumped in.

‘Miss Li, a pleasure to meet, I’ve read so much about you she smiled looking at the book, a warm welcoming smile that Fan Li knew meant she was in good hands.

‘Mr. Jacobs, a real pleasure.  Claire promised me you’d show me Colossus later, I can’t wait.’

‘I have the tour all booked, but please call me David,’ he said then went over and greeted Benjamin as did Fan Li then everyone found their seats. 

‘The idea came about as a kind of happy unhappy coincidence.  While we were trailing money from and other mission, Fashionista, we came across the summarized data you had in the briefing notes.
  
The correlations were too strong to be ignored.  Once we had done all the analysis along came Miss Li and her adventure and she completed the puzzle with the hard-empirical evidence.  In a nutshell Trident is trying to acquire, infiltrate and control sectors of the Asian and Asian Sub-Continents businesses.  It all may look disjoined and that’s how they want but when you use the power of Big Data you can see the patterns in the process.  We have started our plan for the financial stoppage but we want to do more and this is where Miss Li comes in and her company Mekong Consulting LLP.’ David summarized.

‘A real company operating as a consulting firm on business, engineering and government contracts, in all aspects a perfectly normal firm of highly specialized people for special jobs, which they are.  All the employees can do the job but they are also lethal FORCE trained operatives.’ Fan explained.

‘I want you and Jacob and your respective teams to work with Fan to make this a reality.  When you pull this off it will give us an incredible advantage in Asia and the Sub-continent,’ Claire explained.

‘You have a flare for the creative in finding agents, David has the genius of the Big Data.’ I’ll leave it with you three to hash out a frame work and get going on this.  When you have results let me know and we can meet and go over them,’ Claire added then left them to get going.

‘The first place to start is the parameters we want to include for potential agents.  I would suggest initial as wide a net, within a manageable database and then refining the results with additional searches, in other words, running this as a funnel shaped filter,’ David explained and they all agreed.

‘What’s the age range you’re looking for given the real world restrictions,’ David asked.

‘Given my personal experience over the years, the somewhat changing attitudes and the age range we’ll be dealing with I have set the ranges from 26 to 50.  This will encompass the low end age range, the really exceptional young talent that is being produced along with the upper range of women who have worked hard to get to where they are and have skills in dealing with older executives who still have certain mind sets.  From there of course the next step would be education, MBA’s accounting designations. Engineers, Computer Science or a combination of those degrees would be optimal and of course actual experience as a consultant, Project Manager or running a large department based on their talents.  I also want to set this up with offices in various capitals from India to Taiwan, so as diverse a group as possible would be optimal,’ Fan explained.

’26 to 50, bit of a wide range with specific regard to the upper end,’ Allison questioned as she made notes.

‘This is the business world and unfortunately not many women are taken serious at a young age or in some cases, although as I said that is fading, any age.  Besides Asian women tend to age very gracefully sometimes it’s hard to tell the age and given who they will be dealing with someone closers to their own age may make assignment go better,’ Fan explained.

‘This is more like Mega Data than big data,’ David said. ‘We’re talking about every consulting firm, independent contractor, project manager, small to big accounting firms and the stand alone ones, university professors, published authors and that’s just off the top of my head, I know others will have more,’ David responded.

‘Too big a net,’ Fan asked.

‘No, just a lot of coding and a massive amount of searching.  This will be a multi-step process.  We run the mainframe inline during the day for our various clients. Gives us the maximum revenue and they the instant answers they need, so this will be run at night over many weeks until we get all the data, then we can meet again and sort through it and re-run an refined search to narrow it down,’ David added.

‘I’m assuming single, divorced, no dependants would be the parameters for the candidates,’ Allison added.

‘Yes, I think it’s best to stay within the FORCE model,’ Fan concurred.

The three drilled down on the specifics of what they wanted and after a long day came up with a wide catchment for data capture.

‘That was the easy part, now comes the real work,’ David said as he and Allison walked toward the elevator. ‘Right let’s go meet Colossus.  I just have to set you up for the retinal scan,’ he said punching some codes into the keypad command on the elevator wall. ‘There just put your eyes up to the caps and the machine will do the rest. ‘Now you have full level access to the mainframe and you’re going to need it judging by this project.’

Colossus was located not surprisingly in the basement of the building and took up with offices and support features almost all of it.  Allison of course had seen and used COIL’s mainframe, but this was another beast altogether.  On par with Roadrunner and the best NASA supercomputers, Colossus was just under a hundred quadrillions of FLOPS in speed.

‘We created are own scalable data program to take advantage of its power, come on into my office and we can get you started,’ he added.

‘It’s incredible to look at, something like a super being, I could just stare at it for hours I think,’ she said looking out the window of the office as the machine hummed away.

‘Yes and to think the minute Quantum Computing Is reliable, that thing is a dinosaur,’ David smiled.

Allison caught on very quickly to how the system was structured and the coding needed to create the program to run.  Once in a while she ran into logic errors or probe effect errors which thankfully David was there to help with.  Even with all that it took weeks of 12 hour days to set up the initial run of the program, Allison found herself sleeping overnight many a time.

Finally David, his team and Allison began compiling the program together, two days of compiling and then a few corrections for errors and they ran it starting on a Friday night.  Allison went home grateful for sleep while David monitored the progress while he and Rachel spend a weekend together before her next mission.

***

‘Holy Shit!’ Allison said on Monday when she saw the results on table after table, each result collated per candidate. 

‘Take heart, the next run will sort this down further.  But in the meantime, Fan Li, you and whoever else you decide have to go through these and pick out the ones you think are potential candidates.  Everyone has a picture, so that helps a little.  When you whittle that down we can go onto the next step,’ he explained.

‘I hope you nothing planned for a while because I want you on the team and a few other men.  You can tell us what you find attractive, a female is not always the best arbiter of that,’ she smiled.

A committee of 10 was assembled and based on a simple check mark process the pile was reduced down and then sorted into countries.

‘It’s still a big pile but manageable, ‘Fan Li said.

‘Now it’s going to be face to face and testing,” Allison said.  “Hope you don’t mind but I’ve assigned some of our agents from this area to help you out with this.  I just emailed you a bridge for a meeting so you can go over exactly what you want with them.’

‘I know it’s taking a long time, but I know it will be worth it based on some of the reactions I got from the members of the group.  Now you just have to get these ladies to say yes and pass the training,’ David added.

‘Two very big questions, but I think the answers will be more yes than no,’ Fan stated.

***

It took two years to get Mekong Consultants LLP up and running at partial strength with new agents/consultants coming on line each month.  Fan Li had proved her optimism correct in that it could be an excellent tool for FORCE to stop Trident from advancing.

During those two years Allison completed her training, did her missions, all successfully, got the modeling agency up and running, she and Cindy called it Dangerous Curves the enterprise proving profitable both in the monetary area and the agent recruitment field.  She had also implemented her new recruitment plan which to the surprise of some, but not her, was proving a huge success for FORCE.

***

‘I’d like to say I’m pressed but that would be a lie,’ Claire said during a private review meeting with her. “This is exactly what I expected from you and I knew that a minute after I talked to you the first time.  But yes for the record, I am impressed and now I want you to talk a much deserved month long vacation anywhere you want on the company dime.

‘And try not to get into trouble while your away,’ Claire added.

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Bangkok Nights

Pushpa Advani knew her way around Bangkok and in particular the entertainment area.  She entered her target for the evening.  FORCE has given her the pleasure eliminating young Thai girls, before they became too active where FORCE was concerned. 

The spy knew the girls were trained in these places, it provided them with all the skills they would need and gave a ready supply of clientele to practice on.  Sometimes practice became the game for the girls, the Madam, former assassins themselves using their old contacts to make money by eliminating targets.  This next establishment had a reputation for it and a company FORCE wished to protect had lost a top executive, his last known location, was where Pushpa now entered.

‘This is one of the classier places,’ she thought as an older lady came forward to greet her.  The room was she was in was simply a greeting room or more specifically a holding pen for the prospective client.  A place he or she could be checked out to ensure they were not a threat and perhaps just as important, to arrange payment before you saw the merchandise, special requests or clientele indulgences adding to the final amount, all paid in cash of course, drinks or food could be charged.  Off one wing was a door that led to rooms, once arrangements had been made, off the other a lounge or bar where the classier more experienced girls were.  You only got in there if the Madam approved and that meant money.  This room contained what would be called the house girls, little skill but useful for money making on slow nights with cheap clients.  They all sat only what looked like several old church pews under a large mirror that helped reflect the low light in the room.

‘How may I make you happy tonight Miss?’ a beautiful order woman said.

Pushpa removed a large sum from her clutch and put it in the woman’s hands.

‘I’m looking for a young lady; I hope that can be arranged, but of course, I’d like to pick her out, if that is possible?’ the FORCE agent replied.

‘Of course, if you will come with me I’m sure you will be more than satisfied with the choice available,’ the woman smiled and motion with her hand for Pushpa to move through a beaded door to the inner sanctum, otherwise known as the lounge.

The room was lined with young charges, Pushpa picked out the girl she wanted, she could tell she was the one.  The spy was about to lead her away to a private room and death when the madam interrupted and gave her a new partner explaining the girl was new and didn’t know she had another appointment in a little while. 

Pushpa smiled, didn’t object and took the hand of another girl.  She stopped and kissed the other girl goodbye, implanting a tracker on her sarong.  ‘See you later, ‘she thought as her new partner lead the way to their room.

The agent undressed, her clothes neatly hung in a cabinet.  A classic Indian beauty, Pushpa displayed herself then directed the girl into her arms for a few light kisses before she lowered herself to a soft mat indicating she wished to start with the famous massage she’d heard so much about.  Her partner was more than willing to comply with her client’s wishes.

The Indian woman enjoyed the massage; her body needed it after the workouts she’d been up to over the last several nights.  Pushpa took the kisses offered, her tongue showing the girl she was experienced.  The massage stopped and a full light body press, delicate and warming.  They kissed hungrily then a sudden thrust and the FORCE spy was caught.

‘Lady Boy!’ Pushpa exhaled as he thrust fully into her ass and twisted his limbs into hers securing her fully.

‘Bangkok Stinging Butterfly,’ he offered. ‘Chakan is my name.  You came one night too many Miss Pushpa so we arranged to make this your last.’

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The girl Pushpa was forced to leave behind was given her assignment, a Chinese business woman, in her mid-thirties, very attractive, well put together, excellent figure, her name was Fan Li. 

Fan took her time undressing; she reached under her shirt, undid her bra and let it fall to the floor with a smile.  The girl, Ploy, could see her breasts, small and round still bugled the white shirt.  She removed her white pumps and placed them neatly with her other clothes.  Ploy slipped into her arms and they kissed, the Chinese woman working her mouth about, her hands undid Ploy’s sarong and it fell between them.  Fan released her mouth and led her companion to the bed.  They never made it!  Ploy corkscrew herself gymnastically about Fan her ancient art quick and effective and deadly, her nimble form shadow dancing on the walls against the surging form of Fan Li until they merged into once still form.

‘Now we play Miss Li, to death.  A mutual friend of my Madam wants to take over the company you work for, only you stand in the way, but not for long.  My talents are varied, as a hostess, but I’m also training to be an assassin. Your background suggests you may know about us, so maybe not a surprise, you have contacts in several government agencies.’

‘Yes, a shadowy art,’ Fan said.

‘You will be my last training assignment, a reason to celebrate.  Fan wormed as Ploy adjusted, her limbs curling and snaking about the Chinese female as she finalized her position, the two women stomach to stomach facing each other.

‘Thai Tensing Totem, Miss Li, a specialty of the house, just like having a python wrapped around you.  Slowly I will draw inward, my knot, crushing your form over time, until you’re constricted to death.  You have a fit body so you can resist which makes it more fun,’ Ploy said as she kissed Fan Li.

Fan kissed back, her lips tongue tying the girl with their skill, hoping it would buy her some time.

Ploy gripped her like a soft steel sponge as they stood.  They were both soon wet from the contact and the heat, Fan’s silk shirt clinging to her body in dampness.   Fan could not dislodge her as the Thai girl constricted over the hours. 

 ‘You’re body helpless Miss Li, yet you will not fall.’

‘Death awaits me if I do, I know that much girl’

‘You are full of surprises Miss Li, but so am I.  Perhaps something else is needed.’

Ploy relaxed and undid Fan’s shirt and removed it before applying a new knot the woman far too tired to escape.

‘Thai Brush Miss Li, most relaxing, I will massage you to the floor then kill you with a Thai Striking Scorpion,’ Ploy hissed as she began

Fan could feel the rub, her legs, her best asset were attacked fully.

‘Ahh, eeehhh,’ Fan moaned as she tried to twitch any part of her body free from the acupressure touch of Ploy.  The deadly rubdown’s partner was a constant compression of her body, Ploy’s hungry form activated against hers, stimulating her body as it spasmed against the opponent.  Ploy smiled as her prey moaned pleasurably.

‘An orgasm or two is common Miss, my touch is highly arousing, of course I contract more when you climax,’ Ploy said and kissed her cheek.

Fan Li quivered, the girl was hard and smooth and supple and sexy and snakelike, an arousing package she in spite of the diabolical nature of her could not resist.  She stilled then came again, uncontrollable and wild she used it to buck and twist Ploy about.  She nearly had her, one leg raised up, then Ploy bit and held. Escape faded as did the orgasm and the two gently fell to the soft mat.  The Chinese woman dazed from the pleasure and then something else, she felt Ploy moving and freeing her but she could seemingly not take advantage no matter how hard she tried to move her body, the frustration ended with the woman writhing and in stretched position her body being bowed back upon itself.

‘My Stretched Vine is the end for you Miss Li, enjoy, I know I shall,’ Ploy honey as she pulled in.

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The FORCE spy tried quickly to tuck and roll forward but she was a faction to slow or he a fraction to quick.  Instead she got caught in an arched pose, her ass up and opened further.  Her arms were entangled behind her back in his and his legs neatly snaked around hers.  He pushed in totally his prong long and hard and effective, Pushpa was spindled and held while he worked his tool about, plunging thrusts coming every few minutes that jerked her body causing it to wiggle and deepening her predicament.

Pushpa strained and arched to her fullest feminine force, she knew how The Bangkok Stinging Butterfly worked, the female variant killed with nerve touches from the attacker’s nails and small held sexual bites applied to specific spots, the male variant employed the same bites but the main weapon was the male’s prong.  The appendage fully imbedded acted as the stinger slowly paralyzing the victim with thrusts until it shut down, the victim was literally stung to death. 

‘He’s long I can’t wedge myself free no matter how hard I pry.  But he’s not thick, thank goodness, it means I have a chance,’ she thought.

His lack of girth meant the Indian was free to dance her body against his.  A thick stem would have speared in tight not allowing any movement. 

‘It also means multiple more spears for me but time to try and escape as well,’ she added.

He closed firmly about her, not tightly, but warmly like two lovers in an embrace.

‘You are a beautiful woman with an appropriate name for such a death, Pushpa, ‘he said firing his hips into her. 

The jerked agent trembled from the motion as she swayed against him.  Pushpa turned her head on its side and looked at him, her eyes sparkling and sending him messages.  Her scent and motion tensed him more than usual.  Her tongue curled just enough to catch his cheek.  She pulled her head up running the tip of her tongue on the outside of his lips, her hot breath and wet touch pulling his mouth in a siren call to hers. 

Chakan kissed her, his smooth body wonderful against hers and effective.  He slipped off her lips, lightly bit and held the side of her neck and thrust several times.  Pushpa gasped and squirmed then stilled, he switched sides and repeated, his jackhammer penetrating her and delivering a small tingling to her toes.  She was still recovering as he rolled them onto their left sides.  She could not keep him on her lips, he bit tenderly on her shoulder blade and stung her with ramming jabs as she tensed and giggled, her breasts quivering firmly.  A slow reversal to the other side and the spy was bitten and jolted repeatedly, her lovely form helpless in his clasp.

He lost none of his turgor when she was turned once more, this time on top of him, gravity and his knot forcing her down.  She twisted and slithered, turning and rasping his cock inside her, tensing and relaxing then tensing and holding.  She could feel his pulsating python, the quaking of his obelisk against her.  Pushpa arched her pliant form up, her strength freeing his wand from her a little. She knew she could never pull free, that was not her intention.  The space between their entwined bodies allowed her more freedom of movement.  She clenched his shaft higher up in a more sensitive area.  Her head fell back so she could watch him, her dark luxuriant hair cascading down giving her an even sexier allure that he was drawn to.  As their lips met Pushpa slowing churned her ass, her motion most effective as she could tell.  He tried to break away, but her grip was tight and firm on this shaft, not even multiple thrusting could imbed him in.  She broke off the kissing. Nipped a few touches and said.

‘Your snake seems to be immobilized Chakan, my coil about it stronger than your powerful bursts to escape it.’

The FORCE spy roiled her cheeks sharply left then right, his stem quivering inside her.  She kissed him quickly and continued.

‘I can feel your throbbing piston respond, you rev up quickly,’ she said agitating him again as her hips snaked side to side and her tongue danced attendance on his.  Pushpa’s body was well trained in Yogic Sexual Arts, especially the hidden and femininely lethal aspects of the Kama Sutra.  She danced and swayed, a poised cobra ready to strike, her taut, supremely sculpted form, burnished in the heat and effort, her scent overpowering and alluring all combined to conspire against him.  A sudden twist catapulted him into orgasm.  She relaxed and he slid in fully, her ass wrenching his hips as he pumped and propelled into her his fluid sloshing free and into her in mammoth geysers.  Her skilled womanly talents twisted him a few times at the end, pulling more from him when he seemed spent.  She rose up and down in a slow swirl of motion.

‘That sounded very enjoyable for one of us and most beneficial for one of us.  Oh, don’t try and pull down or thrust, you’ve lubricated me far too much to be effective in that area.  I on the other can be quite adhering given my range of motion.  No, you’re only hope Chakan is to dry me out and sting me tight.  Pity you were so close to having me,’ she honeyed as she kissed him. 

‘I think it’s time we try a new position you’ve got no friction inside me and I prefer a tight fit. Let’ see if I can provide a more stimulating grip,’ the Indian spy soothed.

Her yoga served her well, Pushpa slithered about him slowly reversing her herself until her lethal lips found and swam about his steel pole. 

Pushpa rose and fell and twisted, his cock slipped about, she gripped it at various places, administering small contractions and subtle turns.  He pulsed wildly inside her as she slithered up his rod and back down in sparking swirls.
‘Cum my lover, you’re trapped in my spell and only I can release you,’ she whispered hotly to him and he did as commanded.

She rammed down, rocking him totally; her arms slowly entangling his then as she returned the favour tying his helplessly into hers.  His pleasure went on for a while, a few well measured jerks from her extinguished the last of his fluid into her.  Pushpa felt him gasping for air, she let him rest while she probed and waited.

‘Your tired lover and you’re flaccid in my mouth, a mistake,’ she hissed as her lips pulled up and free of his wand.

The spy had tied him to her in such a way that her nails were against the sides of his neck.  She fingered them in place and pushed.  Her body moved slowly up his as she bent her well trained form and he, immobilized by her nerve touch could not respond.

‘I think it’s time we call it a night Chakan.  It seems only fair since you tried to kill me with my ass I return the favour.  This is something I got from an ancient text a friend of mine came across in Sri Lanka.  It was used by a woman named Mamatha.  She called it The Frog’s Kiss.  Her record was perfect with it so will be mine.’

Pushpa lowered her ass over his face, relaxing she enveloped him completely before slowly tensing to seal his fate; he could not dislodge her from on top off him.  After a few minutes she released his arms, seized his legs and leaned back applying further pressure as he faded.  Her final act a sideways snap of her hips finished him.  She relaxed and discarded him then dressed.

Pushpa opened the door tentatively just enough to warrant one: a reaction from the outside and two: the ability to see if her way was clear, it was.  The spy padded into the hallway, her pumps in one hand so as to not make a sound on the wood floor.  In her other hand her open compact, a touch of the mirror/screen had turned on the GPS for the tracker she had placed on Ploy earlier, see moved bring the flashing red light of the tracking device closer to the centre of the screen.  She stopped just a few doors down, closed and put the device back in her clutch and removed in its place the inside of her mascara applicator that she deftly slipped into the keyhole of the door.  A second she turned the handle, the acid in her covert applicator having dissolved the lock and leapt inside her eyes scanning, locating and targeting Ploy.  The lissome lovely tucked and side rolled across the floor skillfully shifting a shoe to each hand heel points out that pressed against the sides of Ploy’s neck.  The speed of the attack giving the Thai deadly no time to uncouple from Fan and escape, she went limp instantly as a gasping Fan Li escaped the entanglement just in time to see two small needles retract back into the points of Pushpa’s heels.

‘What organization are you with?’ the FORCE spy demanded as her hand closed around Fan Li’s throat.

‘Hai Fong Trading and Securities,’ she answered in panic.

‘You don’t have time for cover stories, not if you want to have a chance of getting out of here alive,’ Pushpa answered back her voce low, her eyes indicating Fan better to the same.

‘She’d tried to kill me to help a rival take over the company I work for, I was against it and was in Bangkok seeking to raise capital to fend it off,’ Fan whispered.

‘Raising capital in a brothel?  Something like two’s company, three’s crowdsourcing,’ the spy replied, gave Fan a close look then released her grip.  ‘I’m going to go with the rule of my enemies’ enemy for the short term.  If they were trying to kill you, then you must be ok from my perspective.  We need to get out of here and fast, can you fight?’

‘A little,’ came to tentative answered.

‘From the brief flash I saw I think you may be understating your skill, for both our sakes I hope so.  Get dressed quickly and quietly, but don’t put your heels on, carry them,’ Pushpa instructed grabbing the woman’s clutch and emptying it on the mat, before getting her own from the door.  She looked over the contents, kept a business card that she tucked into her top then opened her own clutch, set aside a few things then dumped the contents into the pile with Fan’s.  She opened a vial and dumped it on top, there a small crackling sound then just a low faint hiss as everything dissolved.  Fan looked on in shock as she buttoned up her top.

‘No, no, keep it untucked for movement,’ the spy said.

‘That was all my ID and money and credit cards, not to mention my passport,’ Fan said her voice low but sharp and shocked.

‘Easily replaced,’ was all Pushpa offered then touched her arm and moved to the door, Fan right behind her. 

‘Ok listen,’ Pushpa said. ‘Put your hands inside your pumps like this’ she continued demonstrating for Fan as her hands slipped inside towards the toe of the show, fingers first. ‘Use the heels as the striking points, try and hit nerve endings or muscles when you strike, a good strike with disable, then finish quick with a kick or punch to the head or better a strike to the throat. Keep them at arm’s length, for reasons you’ve already experience, stick right with me, back to back, side by side.  These,’ Pushpa said, her eyes glancing down to what she held in one hand. ‘Will help us, this is a concussion grenade, when we get there its gets tossed in the bar where we each went to pick our partner earlier, that will take care of them, you activate it like this.  This is a flash grenade, once we get to the entrance it gets tossed inside just as we leave and finally this, a smoke grenade, just at the end of this hallway I’ll set it off, that will take care of all the ones behind us.  Slip your shoes on the minute we get outside and starting running with me, understand?’

‘Yes, but how will we set these off with our shoes on our hands, where will he carry them?’ Fan Li asked, ignoring the other question of what kind or type of woman this was who had a Perfume atomizer, a lipstick case and a compact disguised as weapons.

‘Like this,’ came the response as Pushpa did up her jet-black hair into a semi ornate bun design, then quickly did the same for Fan sliding one weapon into Fan’s bun and the other into hers, she kept the smoke grenade in her hand.  ‘Ready,’ she added and not waiting for Fan to acknowledge moved into the hall and silently made their way down it.  As luck would have it or maybe not so, they’d both been placed near the end of the hallway so it was a long cautious walk.  Then met no one along the way, just muffled sounds behind doors.  Pushpa stopped turned about and twisted the clasp of the smoke grenade/compact, bend down and slid it alone the smooth bamboo floor back up the hall where it activated, smoke beginning to stream out of it. 

There was no time for subtleties at this point; as smoke poured out and the hallways filled they burst into the main lobby as doors behind them in the hallway began to open.  Pushpa and Fan could see the Madam look up at them along with several girls who moved to the fore. 

Pushpa did not wait, she stepped forward leaning on her left leg and jumped into the air contorting her body over itself in a forward flying hands free cartwheel.  With her momentum she easily closed the ground on the girl, her right leg extended she crashed it down on the collarbone of the girl, the ferocity of the blow knocking her legs from beneath her she lay sprawled at her feet.  Pushpa gave her a stinging rap with the flat of her foot to the pussy finishing the job as her victim curled up in pain.  If the spy had any concern that her partner might freeze up, that was quickly cast adrift as a shadow passed by her as she landed.

Fan Li had used Pushpa’s attack as the distraction she needed for her opponent.  While the girl naturally watched the lissome Indian lovely Fan, side rolled toward the girl and gave two sharp stabs with her heels to the bottom of the kneecaps of the girl who double over in pain only to be met by two more jabs to the sides of her neck, she collapsed forward to the floor as Fan drove a sharp pointed elbow into the back of her neck, she also stilled instantly.

Both women came to their feet side by side, each launching front side kicks to two more assailants sending them crashing against a large mirror that shattered from the force of the bodies.  Again, the result was the same neither girl moved.  Smoke began to fill the room. 

Pushpa’s eagle eyes caught the Madam coming at them from behind her, she glanced at Fan, made a motion with the head, Fan nodded and in a nanosecond her arms were cupped into her Indian partners and she was being twisted around and into the air.  In that time, she had transferred one of her shoes to her foot, reached into her hair bun, extracted the perfume atomizer deftly activated it and launched it into the air watching it sail into the bar area.  The resulting thunderclap knocked pictures off walls, shock chairs, sent the light fixtures swaying and created an explosion of drinking glasses in the lounge that disoriented and damaged everything in that area and outside of it, but not the two expecting it.  The blast neatly coincided with Fan Li’s foot connecting with the Madam’s sending her spinning toward the door, barging it out and her falling into the street.  Fan landed on her shoeless foot and neatly slipped on her other shoe.  Pushpa stung the one remaining girl up and down her body with her heel points until she stilled and fell forward rigid to the floor, she joined Fan at the door heels back where they belonged.  Reaching into her hair she activated the flash grenade.  The shadows of the two escapees visible as they hurried to the corner then down an alley hand in hand.

‘There are two behind us and gaining!’ Fan said as they turned another corner and could see a well illuminated main street up ahead. 

‘Too far,’ each of them seemed to think at the same time as they looked at each other then stopped and turned.

‘Why stop now!’ Pushpa said with a smile which Fan returned.

The FORCE agent ducked a front crescent kick, spun round in a crouch, one leg snapping straight out and taking out the two pins of the woman, sending her up in the air then to the pavement on her back.  Pushpa let the momentum carry her around, her body sweeping upward to its full height before she left her feet and dropped, the heel of her shoe cracking against and crushing the larynx of the woman who made a show gurgling sound and a few furtive head movements before she was still, Pushpa rolled back, pressed off with her hands, back flipped and landed on her feet.

Her eyes flashed about and focused in a Fan’s fight with the last of their pursuers.  The Thai girl was using a modified Thai Boxing technique keeping Fan Li from getting close in while she attempted to hit short sharp strikes and kicks.  The style meant that Fan could not back off and regroup as the girl was constantly moving forward.  Pushpa tensed and readied to enter the fray to aid the woman.

Fan Li didn’t need the help, she carefully measured her attacker, blocking kicks and short punches as they came at her, a masterful display of martial artistry, then she let her opponent have one blow that she made more of than she needed to.  Fan stumbled back several steps and looked hurt, just as she had anticipated the Thai girl took several steps and launched into the air her left leg, bent at the knee and pointed straight at Fan’s head was speedily getting closer. 

The FORCE agent watched the economy of motion as Fan Li lithely turned her torso sideways and watched the girl sail past her with just inches between them.  The Chinese woman delivered a sharp rap with her right fist to the kidney of the woman then circled her left calf around the girl’s lower leg locking it in place with her other leg as Fan twisted her whole body in midair and landed on her ass with the girl landing in front of her on her back, her other leg now caught as well.  She looked at Fan just as the woman pushed one leg forward and turned the other filling the air with the unmistakable sounds of bones breaking.  She was on her feet and at Pushpa’s side seconds later. A few backward glances told them they had dealt with the last of their pursuers as they moved along the alley.

‘We’ll be fine now,’ Pushpa said slowing her gate to a walk.

‘You did not learn those talents or have those gadgets by accident Miss Advani, you are more than meets the eye in many ways,’ Fan Li said shaking the woman’s hand.

‘I could say the same about Miss Li.  One does not survive as long as you did against one these Siamese Serpents without a little inside knowledge,’ Pushpa said, one eyebrow raised.

‘Do you like Jasmine Tea, Miss Advani?  Because I know an excellent place where we won’t be disturbed.’

Hotel Trident

These next short tales continue my fascination/obsession with Vietnamese women.  They involved Trident running a series of hotels.  Hey a evil organisation needs cash flow to.  When male COIL agents check in they do not check out.  Hope you enjoy these short tales.  If you do drop me a comment here or email me at barrie125ca@yahoo.ca   I always respond, good or bad.  If you have any suggestions for a story or something you'd like to see send that along as well. Cheers!

Check in One

‘SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS,’ filled the room. Her hissing acted as an arousal to distract. The Vietnamese woman did not tighten, she merely held as they fought. He was strong and extremely flexible and determined to escape her.

‘Chao Anh, COIL agent Steel. Trident agent Thao Thanh. Welcome to Hai Phong Hotel.  Trident management wanted to extend a personal greeting and hope you enjoy your very short stay with us. 

As you can see we value the personal touch at this hotel, especially for COIL agents, so part of your stay with us has been overlooked, hence the personal attention of one of our staff. We’re glad you made yourself at home and we apologise for the lack of air-conditioning, but you seen to have adapted,’ she purred referring to his naked body.

‘We offer a wide range of services, including a complimentary massage, our staff is expertly trained in many styles; Thai, Vietnamese, Cambodian of even India, of course the offer is only redeemable for one session, but that’s all you’ll need,’ Thao whispered.

‘I think you’re more a workout individual, luckily for you COIL Agent you have the right partner. The space is a little confining but I’m used to working in tight spaces, how about you?’ Thao asked.

He tried to stretch her but she was too experienced Thao merely relaxed her body to go with him.

‘You should pace yourself sir, get the maximum value for the services we offer all our staff are at your service and fully experience. I have over 12 years experience with our clients and no complaints,’ Thao said with a slow hiss on the s.

He tried again, the Trident assassin relaxed, adjusted with him as he bent her lithe form. Thao close enough to kiss him did just that, softly on the cheek then her hot tongue played about his ear. The distraction was enough for Thao to trip them to the ground with a toe pinch of his Achilles. This motion had allowed her a more advantageous position. 

‘It’s always good to change your position when working our sir,’ she smiled and kissed him. ‘We’re a full-service establishment,’ she added. ‘Shall we continue the workout or do you want to rest. 

Perhaps we should change it up a bit, go slowly for both our sakes, yoga maybe, not to brag, but I’m quite an expert.’

Thao kissed him again as they lay still, he was not yet hers. She could not risk moving him, he had to move her for the knot to work, the other way around would loosen her tenuous grip and let him escape. She listened to his form against hers, her arms hand his, they had joined when she had tripped them, lose but plaited together, her willowy arms weaved into his and held above his head, she smiled as she watched him.

Her legs, 42 inches each of sinuous eye pleasing distraction had found a home around his. Thao had her toes pinched into both his Achilles to hold him. He could move but it had to be perfect or she would naturally by his movement contract.  Her remaining weapon, her nipples, hard and pointed had penetrated his spinal column nerves taking away is powerful shoulders.

‘I’m glad I put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door COIL Agent, I’ll remove it after we’ve finished here which could be a while. The house special today is prawn, specifically, Pinching Prawn in case you are interested,’ Thao offered and nipped his lips.

He was well disciplined, she could tell he was aroused inwardly but outwardly his flaccid member against her thigh told her the truth, she relaxed imperceptibly.

A slow hiss started again, sexy and varied, her voice speeding up then slowing down the ‘SSSSS’, fluctuating the tone and the amount of time.  Short sharp hisses followed by long slow ones.

‘SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, SS, sssss, SSSSSS’ she repeated and varied her siren call.  Her training told her he would respond eventually.

‘We have many exotic animals on the property sir, some are more dangerous than others, so please be careful,’ she said, interrupting her snake call. ‘It is best to keep a staff member extremely close to you at all times.’

She resumed her hissing, her body sensing for signs of movement, her toes placed perfectly on the Achilles could sense even the slightest twinge, her thigh would know instantly if he started to swell, her nipples had probes into his spinal column and where most sensitive, her fingers had his pulse in their monitor and finally her eyes watched him, her beautiful face right above his, millimetres away, her lips just touching his, her touch and scent more lethal than any poison she could have used.

‘All guest have the choice of checkout time sir.  Are you flexible or do you have a fixed time to leave us?’ she added.

‘Staff are available 24 hours a day to cater to your every whim.  Some services are extra of course, but for preferred guests those charges are absorbed by the hotel,’ Thao said smiling as she felt him move.

Check in Two

‘Chào buổi sáng thưa ngài,’ she said with a kiss and a smile.  ‘Trident Management extends you a warm welcome. Compliments of the Hotel Hue, breakfast in bed COIL agent,’ the woman added. 

‘I took the liberty of letting myself in to your room and your bed, no sense in disturbing you until needed.  My name is Le Trang COIL agent Lucas, I hope you enjoy your meal, I prepared it with you in mind.’

He could feel her about him, she had enough but not all of him.  He was still loose and aimed to become looser. 

‘Vietnamese Silken Spider,’ he said.

‘Yes sir.  A speciality of mine and the hotel,’ she smiled and kissed him again, her lips lovely.

She had her hair tied up in a bun, rather than loose and she’d spayed it with a sealing agent that prevented him from undoing it and also from him grabbing it.  She had come prepared.

She did not have much of him, but she had just enough to make him hers. Her arms had his pinned behind his neck and entwined in hers, her nails had worked themselves into the base of his neck and between his shoulder blades, giving him no strength in his arms.

She smelled amazing and felt even more so.

‘The lower half of you awaits me sir.  You can still escape but be careful I’m meticulous in my customer experience.’

‘Shall I kiss you into me or would you prefer to do it over time?’ she purred.

‘You don’t have me yet,’ he said softly to avoid excessive motion.

‘As you wish sir.’

Le waited patiently for him to take the bait, her. She was just above him, her lips, frosted with a pink lipstick awaited his touch.

‘There are no toxic substances allowed in the room,’ she said, indicating she wore none.

He moved faintly, not enough to trigger her body, then again and again. Le could feel him, but her art was very structured, if she reacted he would get her out of position, she merely waited for the kiss to come.

‘Feel free to explore the hotel sir and the grounds,’ she said as her bush felt a slight brush from his wand.

‘The room is damp sir, things can get a bit sticky,’ she said sexily.

The tip of his cock was in her small trim bush, her fine hairs trapping the tip and its sticky ejaculate in an soft unyielding bind.

‘Room Service sir, may I open the door please,’ she smiled.

Le did not move, she felt him swell to full hard extension.  His member lay across her paradise.  If he shifted to the left he would be surrounded.  She would not coerce him in.  Her paradise reverbed with his pulsing monolith.

He tried to move to the right, this time Le reacted and drew in. 

‘I’m sorry sir, you missed the house special of the day,’ she hummed. 

He was still pulsing and Le knew he was close, all she had to do was hold her position.

‘Don’t worry sir, Housekeeping will clean up any spills, no questions asked,’ she said has he climaxed and Le jiggled closer and hissed as she continued to contract.

‘I’m happy you enjoyed your stay with us,’ she added.

Check in Three

He had just come back from a swim in his private pool the sun obscuring the room just as she had planned.  Poised to strike she waited patiently for him to trigger her with a touch.  She waited another half hour before just a brush sprung her into action. 

The air came alive with hissing as she curled herself about him the two struggling in a sexy dance.  

He twisted as she worked he fighting the impulse to pull her close she searching for the holes to sink into and knot him.  She hissed louder a few minutes later as one of her long legs slithered around his torso, up his back, her foot resting on his neck and shoulder.

He twisted his torso to reach the wall control panel for the suite.  He hit the windows to shut them and the A/C to stop it, then he struggled into the light.  Pha Luong, the Trident Agent gleefully let him move as it allowed her body to find his and seize it.

‘Compliments of the Hotel, COIL Agent Ridge.  My name is Pha Luong, Trident Housemaid.  What can I get you besides me wrapped about you in a most complete way?’

Ridge could see her inverted in the mirror over his shoulder.  Her snake form moving to finish her trap, The Hanoi Hairpin, a fatally feminine end awaited him if she completed it.  Her white form contrasted with his bronzed body as they further conjoined.  He watched her carefully, studying her.  

It was clear she was good, the simple fact that she was older meant she’d survived many an encounter and come out the victor.  He quested she was in her late 30’s, but it was hard to establish, her body was smooth, toned and slim, her tits firm and self supporting.  She never looked to see what she was doing; her body was her eyes.  It saw and felt his smallest movement and reacted drawing her closer to him.  She hissed in delight when she cuddled closer.

‘Soon sir,’ she said quietly.

‘Trident Hotels always has time for the personal touch, no matter what the request,’ she offered. ‘Do not move sir, I can work around you, do not trouble yourself,’ she added.

The room was getting humid and unbearable.  Pha hissed furiously not in triumph but the opposite.

‘Having a difficult time getting a feel for me, Pha,’ he mocked.

The heat had coated them both in perspiration, now her damp body was finding it impossible to get a grip on his.  Ridge slowly pried her back.  She used the motion and contracted but slipped again.  Ridge twisted and snaked is form as he separated her body from his.  The motion worked but Pha used her lithe form and adjusted and changed in knot while slipping out of the first.

‘Can Tho Cuddling Caterpillar COIL Agent Ridge. A knot more designed for the heat of our two bodies.  Now to tighten and rub. Our lubrication will make short work of you,’ she triumphed.  Pha slipped slowly into place, her body beginning too slowly inch about his.

‘Do not lift a finger sir, we are here to help.  We will remove your luggage when you request,’ Pha commented.

‘Should you require any inhouse services we have a wide assortment of services to please you.’

Pha agitated his form with hers, just enough to start the trap, he would do the rest.  She could feel him, his body fighting her soft insistent form.  It only took her a few whisper-like movements to start the cascade. 

‘We believe in working close with out client’s sir, that way deliver the best customer experience.’

Pha felt her body tighten about his, she settled into place.

‘The personal touch is what we pride ourselves on sir,’ she said hotly into his before her tongue probed.

Ridge quivered helplessly from the stimulation and Pha deepened her constricting crush.

I hope you enjoyed your stay with us sir.  I would ask you to fill out a customer satisfaction survey to rate our service but I can see you’re a very busy man,’ Pha purred as she pulled in further.