Chapter XXIV
Lucy had received her orders, interrogate Mike Loughlan.
Returning to her spacious apartment she began her transformation from high society shopaholic party girl into infiltrator.
Lucy walked over to her bed and sat down then begun to unzip her calf length boots. The zip sound was solid and positive, the quality grey suede parting as it revealed her flesh. Her black leather skirt fell next, the black ring of material dropping around her feet. With a quick flick of her foot she caught the skirt and placed it on the bed.
The black wrap around top came next, peeling up over her head, her modest breasts encased in their pretty bra popping free of the top as it passed by. Lucy was now left in her thong and bra and they had to go too, and soon her breasts hung free as she inched the waistband of her panties over her hips to the floor.
Naked, the taught athletic Lucy opened the cavernous built in wardrobe and parted her clothes to reveal her 'other' collection of outfits.
She considered her target, a business man, not a 'hard' target. No need to armour up then, this was going to be a sneak attack. This was going to be about stealth and mobility, evasion through agility not with brute force.
First on went her under armour unitard. It's enclosing mesh of fibres augmented with lightweight Kevlar weave gave a modest level of protection to knives and some impact damage but not bullets.
A close fitting catsuit appeared next, in very dark blue, it wasn't thin nor skintight but it was pretty close. It was quite thick, durable and set up with attachment points for holsters and carrying pouches.
Today was going to be about gaining entry to a secure domestic environment, that meant alarms, cameras, laser beams, panic rooms even rent a cops and she had to be prepared for them all.
"Mace, taser, laser spotting goggles, freeze spray, alarm hacker, keypad code breaker..... " thought Lucy as she loaded up with her gadgets and gizmo's.
"Now to get camouflaged..." Lucy thought as she looked at how she could conceal herself during the trip between her apartment and that of Mike Loughlan.
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Bobby sat at his desk, his nerves subsiding seeing the FBI leaving. His legal counsel had been present as the FBI pressed the importance of making contact with them if he became aware of anything concerning his sister. There had been some insinuation that he might even be responsible for her escape but his legal team snuffed out that line of inquiry quickly.
"Put up or shut up..." was what things had boiled down to and the Feds had nothing on him.
Now it was time to make his move in the business sphere. Soon Japan would be opening for Monday morning trading and he had foreseen some ominous signs leading into the coming week, and as usual these shifts would start in Japan.
The trade report would come first and he knew it would be much much stronger than anticipated. Their weak currency was allowing foreign traders to buy their goods easily but it was killing their ability to afford items from abroad. The interest rate meeting was going to throw out a knee jerk reaction and....
Bobby mentally tallied up the war fund that Mike had assembled for him and decided how to position it for best results. First, get out of dollars, all those guys who had been loading up dollars using borrowed Yen were going to get crushed by higher rates and all that cash was going to be running back to Japan. Yen would soar at the expense of the dollar which meant....
"She would have to make me very lucky for that to work out..." Thought Bobby as he reclined in his chair.
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"Hi Kimberly" began the video recording on the iPad. It was Bobby and this was his greeting message.
Kimberley's eyes looked almost mournful as she took in the sight of her brother.
"With luck you will now be in your new hiding place, I hope you like it! I know you feel lonely now but I think we both know you will get company soon. Remember, she is very special so NO KILLING, just do your thing and I will do mine.
You will note that my engineers have installed some nice chains on the machine deck. Use them. They are incredibly strong; strong enough even for your imminent guest --especially in the presence of that interesting green dust -- and don't worry, they are firmly anchored.
There are plenty of supplies and the diesel generators have enough fuel for months before the supply ship needs to return so.... you're all set..."
The video ended and Kimberly set the iPad down and walked over to the parallel set of chains that were anchored to the sea bed. She stroked her hand down the taught links and then along some MetaCoat reinforced carabiners waiting to be hooked up on to.
"Perfect...." hissed Kimberly.
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Lisa Kozny took her tray with her coffee, baguette and slice of cake and sat herself in a comfy looking chair, placing the tray on the table in front of her.
Drawing the coffee to her lips she savoured its flavour before pulling out her tablet. A small grin escaping, she opened her photo library and looked over the selfies that Lucy had taken of herself in the parody prison uniform. She admired her beautiful yet mischievous eyes and her glossy hair, and of course her eyes wandered over her body too.
Lisa closed the picture and took in another mouthful of coffee. She certainly wanted Lucy to respect her, really respect her but right now in terms of skills and training Lucy was light years ahead of her. If she was going to make Lucy feel genuinely captured, she was going to have to do something drastically different.
Lisa began researching escapology. How had Lucy escaped from her handcuffs that night? Wide eyed, Lisa began to understand how ingenuous people could be in hiding pins and picks, handcuffs apparently being notoriously simple to open with the right implements.
She would have to check in her hair, behind her ears, the inside the cheeks of her mouth. Some hid tiny little picks along the inner edge of their fingers between joints too, hidden under flesh coloured paint on liquid latex.
This was becoming quite an education but slowly and surely Lisa began to plan out her scheme to get the upper hand over her comrade.
Incapacitate.
Disarm.
Restrain.
De-tool.
Conquer.
Control.
Lisa smiled and sipped her coffee, she could do this.