Disclaimer!
Coastie hereby states that those who have signed up to play a part in the SOMBA 2007 tale of death, mayhem and did I mention death, should be advised that they can not influence their characters fate by anything other than large cash bribes or sexual favours.

You must also understand that you are all loved equally and the timing and style of your imminent death does not in anyway reflect my true feelings towards you...if that were the case you would all live long and prosper on a beautiful island in the carribean...'hmmm' Coastie thinks ' I wonder if they bought that?'

You should also be advised that although your name is being used the charicterisation of it is entoirely ficticious...although I'm sure Bella really would wear pink leggings and a clashing red top.

Your journey starts soon and so as I quote the words from Gladitor 'To those who are about to die, I salute you!'

The following people should esure their will and medical cover is up to date and their next of kin details are logged with Haydon:

MissG
Bella
Rob
Maz
Mars
PJ
Tigereye
Flyo
Crit
Buzz
Tigger
Patsy

signed Coastie...:w00t:

(C) 2007 all rights reserved...blah...blah..blah

SOMBA 2007...

The green world beneath rapidly approached the feet of the falling parachutist. At the last second the canopy above the head of the black clad figure was flared and soft soled combats boots touched down, almost silently, onto the roof of the chemical laboratory.

Near to invisible in the darkness the intruder removed a black climbing rope from a small back pack and replaced it with the chute. Maintaining vigilent and thankful for the night vision goggles the figure attached the line to an airconditioning outlet pipe and lowered itself over the edge of the twenty metre roof.

One step at a time the boots soon came to rest just below a top floor window. Locking off the rope the stranger selected a rubber suction pad, from a lightly loaded utility belt, and positioned it, a foot below eye level, onto the pane of glass. With practiced precision a hand quickly produced a glass cutter and scored a near perfect circle in the pane. Replacing the cutter to the belt with one hand the other was used to gently twist the circle of glass free from its surroundings. There was a slight crunching noise as it gave and was pushed into the room beyond. Having a final glance towards the ground beneath and roof above the intruder dissappered through the hole in the glass and into the office of the renowned scientist Dr. Critique.

The intruder took no time in collecting the rope through the window, fearing a hanging rope could be spotted by a foot patrol. The other end remained attached to the roof structure as the figure began to pick the lock of a large filing cabinet.

The action took less than a minute before, thin black gloved, fingers began flicking though the slim manila folders. The required file was located and swiftly removed and placed on a large oak desk which, housed a solitary computer, nothing more.

The intruder produced a thin metal case from the utility belt, flicked it open and revealed a palm sized scanner. Within an instant the four pages contained in the document folder were scanned onto the memory chip contained in the revolutionary device. The file was placed back exactly where it had been found and the cabinet secured once more. Next attentions were faced towards the computer but before any actions could be taken the figure turned to the window in time to see the line disappearing rapidly through the hole in the pane with a long hiss as the cord rubbed against the sharp edge.

Next came the sound of distant, running feet along tiled passage ways. The experienced ears of the intruder estimated around four pairs of feet were heading towards the office. Without a second thought the door was unlocked and the figure's head peeked around the door frame. The sound of running feet was close but the owners were as yet not in view. In a flash the intruder was in the passage way and with a flick of two switches the combat boots became skates and wheels quickly propelled the figure in black over the tiled floors towards the stairwell.

As the escapee turned through the stairwell door there was a yell from behind, the accent of which was strong eastern European. Without a backward glance the prey was off down the stairs, wheels of the skates drumming rythmically as they leapt from step to step. The running feet were still in hot pursuit but begining to trail the faster means of transport.

On the second last floor a guard stepped out onto the landing before the fleeing figure and prepared to fire his AK47 assault rifle. As he raised his weapon the intruder leapt and two footed the guard in the face in a Cantona style kung-fu kick. The solid wheels instantly turned the guards nose and cheek bones to mush and the escapee left him clinging to his face and crying in dispair.

Flying through the fire door the figure was met by a barrage of bullets and, were it not for the speed at which the prey was travelling, could easily have been taken down. Eyes rapidly scanned the surroundings as the body was kept low and the legs continued long strides allowing the skates to work beautifully and efficiently on the tarmac of the large carpark. A few near misses and several evasive jinks later the way out was spotted and with an extra burst of speed the figure shot forward towards a ramp leading into a builders skip by the twelve foot perimetre fence. More bullets followed the figure as it shot into the air and ove the top of the wire before landing with a roll on the other side.

Shouts of more alarm and panic followed their prey as it continued to travel away from their grasp. A motor bike and jeep were sent in pursuit and were soon racing down the winding, mountain, road.

A couple were making out in a cable car, their attentions on each other not the scene being generated by four armed guards and mysterious figure on the road above.

The figure saw the cable car approximately sixty metres from the top station and climbing, and made a daring decision. The motorbike was almost upon the skater as it leapt and landed on the cable car wires and began to grind it's way towards the oncoming car.

The guard dismounted the bike and prepared to fire but stumbled giving his prey a few, very, valuable seconds.

The skater made it to the car and quickly ducked behind the large winching mechanism. The thump from aove went un-noticed by the loers within who were close to climax. It wasn't until bullets began to ping of the metal casing and splinter the thick glass windows the they tore themselves apart and began to panic. Grabbing each other they laid on the floor of the capsule, heads covered by hands.

Above them the skater was wasting no time as the gondula continued to climb. Pulling the chute from the back pack the figure clipped the lines onto the webbing harness once more and leapt from the car a mere ten metres from the giant cliff face.

The bullets continued to rain down but their target was soon lost in the cold black of night.

The figure felt the canopy open up and catch the wind and allowed a whistle of relief as hands began to guide the contraption and its load to a safe landing zone.

PJ ate his third tuna fish sandwich in as many hours and looked out once more through his night vision scope. Quickly his hands reached for a notepad and pen, and by the light of the tiny LED light mounted on the pen casing itself he made a scribble of notes and excitedly peered back through the lens.

A few metres from his hide was one of the most beautiful of all wild creatures. A snow leapoard was feeding on the meat PJ had leaft earlier that day. So far he had witnessed a few rodents and birds of prey tuck in but this was the prize he had been waiting for. He checked to make sure the camera was filming before continuing to enjoy the view.

Suddenly the giant cat sprang up from its feeding position and peered upwards. The next instant it was a blur, then it was gone. PJ was about to curse when there was a sudden crash through the canopy of branches above his hide. The next thing he heard was the thump of something heavy hitting the front of his den. Looking out through the tiny slot opening he saw a pair of shiny eyes staring back from an odd shaped head. He leapt back with a loud expletive before a voice said. 'Hello is there someone in there?'

PJ leaned forward and looked again, this time with his tiny pen light leading the way. The LED gave him just enough light to make out the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Bella had removed her night vision goggles and was now peering into the post box hole in search of it's occupant.

'Hi' said the figure in black in a voice so husky it could melt the coldest of hearts. 'I don't suppose you could help me out. I'm a bit hung up!'

PJ took a moment to gather his wits before he scurried out through the back of the hide and went round to assess the situation. Sure enough Bella was dangling from her parachute straps. The moon was just breaking through the cloud cover above enabling PJ to make out the sillohete like form of the perfectly proportioned Bella in her tight fitting black special forces comat gear.

'If you could just spot me as I come down that would be great' she husked.

PJ, still speechless, took a position beneath and behind the dangling beauty.

Bella wasted no more time on small talk and quickly used her black combat knife to cut the lines which had her suspended two metres from the ground.

She dropped and rolled, landing at the feet of PJ who offered an unnecessary hand to help her to her feet. Politely she took it. Once standing she dusted herself off and took in her surroundings. PJ still hadn't said a word, he was still simply staring at the woman who had fallen from the skies and in his opinion was nothing less than an angel.

Bella gathered her things, turned to PJ and said 'Thank-you' before heading off into the trees.

PJ didn't know what posessed him but without a seconds thought he shot after her. He got to within a few metres beyong the edge of the clearing when he realised he had lost her already. Literally kicking himself he huffed off back to his hide.

PJ re-entered his hide and begangoing through the last few minutes in his head once more. 'Who was that beauty?' his mind kept asking. 'What was she doing parachuting in the middle of the night dressed in black?'

Suddenly there was a commotion outside and before PJ could react the door to his den was flung open and rough hands reached inside and dragged him out by the rough of his neck.

He was dragged to the centre of the clearing where he was pushed to his knees, gun muzzle to his head, before a tall man in military uniform. PJ allowed his gaze to venture up from the mans impecibly polished boots to his face. Instictively he flinched as he saw the scar damage down the right side of his captors face and the large black eye patch.

The man began interrorgating the young hippy type before him. He spoke Russin with a high pitched hiss and although PJ had learnt much of the language, to enable him to conduct his research in the region, he struggled to understand the brute.

He replied to the second attempt by his interrogator with words to the effect of 'I don't understand,' only to receive a thwack around his head from the hand of the man behind him, who still maintained his weapons aim the whole time.

The barrel of a man reached down and dragged PJ up by his throat till he had the younger, much smaller nature freak standing on his tip toes before him. PJ could feel the mans breath on his face as he closed to within inches of his own and hissed his question again. Menace lilted everyword and, to his relief, for the first time PJ understood what was being asked of him. They wanted to know about his fallen angel.

PJ quickly decided to feign ignorance. He explained that he had been sleeping and had no idea where the parachute remains had come from, he was a heavy sleeper and heard nothing. He went on to explain his reasons for being there and mentioned his log book several times in an effort to reassure his captors he was a total innocent in all of this.

The one eyed man crusher stared him hard in the eye, daring PJ to waver a fraction of a millimetre from his story. PJ did not dispite numerous questions designed to encourage him to do so.

Bored with him and not wanting to waste any more time in his pursuit of the black clad intruder the man dropped his captive to the ground and gave the signal to his guard for him to be shot before walking away.

PJ yelled his objections, placing his hands over his face, as the guard raised his rifle to his shoulder.

PJ heard a sudden rush of air followed by a thump was convinced he was had just been shot by a silenced weapon and that the bullet must have entered his brain for he had known no pain. The next sensation he felt was a pair of hands gripping him beneath his armpits and dragging him to his feet.

'So this is what happens when you die,' thought PJ. Then he heard a voice.

'Open your eyes,' it commanded in an authoritive whisper.

Cautiously PJ opened one eye then slowly the other. His gaze was greeted by a stern looking Bella. He wasn't dead. He began patting his body, checking for holes, but was roughly shoved in the direction of the trees by the angel in black. Once amidst the tree line he watched as Bella went back to the corpse of the guard, who had been so close to shooting him, and dragged him to the cover of the trees. Once there she quickly covered it with a few loose branches and leaves and signalled PJ to follow.

PJ signalled that he needed to return to the hide but Bella insisted in determined sign language that he should follow now. He hesitated for a moment longer but as soon as Bella turned to leave him alone once more he shrugged his shoulders and followed her into the darkness.

He had a thousand questions reeling through his head as he struggled to keep pace with the woman before him. Once or twice he lost her in the darkness and she had had to come back and retrieve him. He soon became captivated by her near silent motion. It was almost rythmical how she moved through the trees, she was like a panther. Suddenly PJ became very nervous once more. 'What had happened to the snow leopard?'

Having failed to hear the recoil of a fired round the bull of an officer had returned to the clearing to find it empty. His right cheek began and involuntary twitch as anger rose within him.

He walked a lap of the clearing and, finding nothing, angrily kicked out at a fallen tree branch. It was then that he heard the growl. Looking round he saw a flash of green eyes in the darkness of the treeline. Mildly intrigued he took one step forward only to receive and even deeper growl in responce. Realising the danger he began to back off as the snow leopard took a small step from cover.

The guard reached for his side arm as he slowly backed away. He was about to draw his weapon when the big cat seemed to lose interest and re-entered the treeline, disapearing, almost instantly, from view.

The guard was seething. A trail of sweat seeped out from beneath his eye patch as he finally turned his back on the clearing and headed back to his vehicle a short distance away.

Bella and PJ emerged onto a small, but well used, forest trail and Bella allowed the young man a few moments to catch his breath while she checked the way ahead and against the palm sized map card she had produced from a thigh pocket. She used a small inbuilt red light to red the detail of the map and smiled. As ever she was spot on.

Back tracking to where PJ puffed against a tree she walked ten paces from him in the opposite direction and then two to the left. The nature geek watched closely as the professional tracker disappeared into the trees reappearing in moments with a back pack, slighlty larger than her current one.

Every move she made was done in silence and PJ felt he could hear the smallest of bugs crawling around before he would ever be alerted to her presence should she choose to creep up on him one day. It was during this thought process he thought he did hear something. He tried to concentrate on the sound by closing his eyes and shutting everything else out. 'Yes there it was again,' he though 'a man made sound and it's getting louder.'

He opened his eyes to see that he hadn't been the only one to hear the danger heading their way. Bella was already staring up the path in the direction of the noise. She quickly doned the back pack, having stuffed her other in it, and signalled PJ to follow. With the sound getting ever louder he needed no second invitation.

The abridged version!

As in previous tales I shall be writing an abridged version of the story every 10 posts or so to enable me to keep apraised of the situation and give others a chance to see what's going on without having to read everything every time.

1) The story so far.....
Bella has just broken into the office of the renowned scientist Dr. Critique and copied a file. Unfortunately she was spotted and had to make a dramatic escape which, led to her, quite literally, dropping in on animal researcher PJ who was in his hide watching a snow leopard at the time.

Bella saved PJ from a guard who had continued to pursue her and now both are on the run, through a giant, mountain, forest from a particularly nasty Russian brute of an officer, as yet un-named.

Cast list:
Bella - hi-tech thief/spy
PJ - Animal researcher
Crit - renowned Dr. Critique (scientist)

PJ, we really need to stop meeting like this people will talk!

particularly nasty Russian brute of an officer, as yet un-named.
s'not gonna be me is it?

is that a Russian accent I hear Buzzter??:w00t:

'Did the beggar get away with anything?' was the angry question launched by Dr. Critique into the phone.

The forty six year old had never aged a day since her twenty fifth birthday and now sat in a suitably apt sexy negligee on the edge of her bed having been rudely awakened by one of the guards at the lab.

Her young lover grunted something about her returning to his side beneath the covers and she gently slapped away his hand as it reached playfully for her.

'Well if nothing was taken why the ruddy hell are you calling me at this rediculous hour?' she listened 'Uh-huh. Fair enough. Well let me know if they find anything.' She hung up.

'What was it hun,' asked a sleepy yet frisky teenage Mars.

'There was a break in at the lab but nothing was taken. The intruder was spotted in time' reported Critique in a matter of fact voice.

'A break in. Don't you want to go and check it out?' queried Mars all alert and now sitting up in bed.

'Why would I want to do that when I have you here?' asked Critique as she reached for him below the covers.

Mars giggled 'Point taken' he smiled and soon both had disappeared beneath the duvet.

Day light was starting to break over the mountains as Bella and PJ reached the edge of a main road. Neither had spoken for what seemed to PJ and eternity and he was just bursting with questions he wanted to fire at the sexy young lady in the black military cat suit. Her purposeful advance to their current location had kept him quiet until now. 'So what's the plan?' he queried.

Bella looked at him in a way that made PJ think she had forgotten he had just followed her the six miles or so through the mountain forest. Without answering she jogged quickly to the opposite side of the road and dissapeared into the trees on that side. PJ began to follow but paused when he heard the sound of a motor cycle engine starting up in the now semi darkness beneath the trees. A few seconds later Bella appeared astride a black off road motorbike and signalled for PJ to hop onto the back. He was there in a flash and before long the pair were racing down the mountain road, PJ gripping onto Bella's waist for dear life.

A mile of so behind them the Russian officer and his men were still in hot pursuit but rapidly losing heart. After a few more minutes they responded to their leaders order and stood down from the chase quickly turning their vehicles round and heading back towards the laboratory. As the column of four vehicles arrived at the gate of the complex the, particularly ticked off, brute of and officer strode from the first vehicle. He grabbed the phone from a wall box on the side of the guard house. A few seconds after he practically punched in the number he recived an answer. 'I wish to speak to the doctor' he demanded. 'I don't give a damn if she is still sleeping this is Colonel Rob T. Don regarding a matter of the utmost urgency,' he added.

'I was told nothing was taken,' huffed Dr. Critique. 'Well why the devil didn't anyone say that before,' she added her anger increasing. 'Yes I will be there shortly,' with that she slammed down the phone and turned to her lover. 'Sorry darling I have to go. The ruddy imberciles failed to tell me that they believe the intruder targetd my office and may have copied a file.'

Mars reached over and grabbed her waist. 'Don't worry babe I'll be right here when you get back.' he whispered into her ear.

Critique could feel herself being drawn back into his warm, powerful arms and had to fight the urge to submit to him once more. 'No I must go,' she oredered herself from the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Mars slumped back in the bed and smiled. 'Do you need a hand in there,' he called as he heard the shower start up. Receiving no reply he got up anyway and headed into the bathroom.

Critique was naked and about to step into the shower as the similarly attired young man joined her 'I'll scrub your back,' he whispered as she let him nudge her in beneath the falling water.

'Oh ruddy hell, if you must' she laughed and let him take her once more.

My god! Im naked online! :w00t:

A few days later...

'And what of nature boy?' queried the head of the secret government unit know simply as SIRS (Special Intelligence Reconisance Squad).

'He's at the safe house on Mow Street' reported Bella to her superior officer.

TE had been in the business for years and if it wasn't for the loss of her right hand during a secret operation she would still have been in the field. As it was her intelligence, ability and popularity within the squad had made her an obvious successor to the old man who once ran the unit and had since retired.

'Is he likely to be a problem?' asked TE, never one to trust anything let alone anyone.

'He's not happy about being kept captive but I think once we have done what we need to do it will be safe to release him,' replied Bella.

'I'm glad. I would hate to have to kill the boy,' stated TE. 'Right back to the job at hand.'

PJ scowled at the walls of his 'prison cell'. He had been enclosed in an, albeit clean and modern, small one bedroom flat above a second hand book store and the confinment was driving him mad. He had never liked cities and always hated small spaces. He was a nature loving country boy.

Bella had given assurances that he wouldn't have to remain captive for long and that the whole show was for his own protection. PJ had not been convinced and his dissatisfaction at the arrangement had led to a heated argument. Eventually Bella had managed to calm him down and although she had to leave him told him she would be back before dark. It was now dusk and he hadn't seen or heard from her and he was not happy.

'Stuff it' he hissed and went, for the thrid time, to try the door handle. It was still secure. He stood back and eyed the door. With a deep breath he turned and kicked out hard onto the door a couple of centimetres across from the lock.

'Ahhhouch' he cursed as his foot impacted on the solidity of the door and sent shock waves up his leg and into his hip. He fell to the floor in pain and swore once more.

He was crawling to his feet when he heard a key in the lock. His pain instantly forgoten he leapt to his feet and prepared to spring at whoever was coming in through the door. As the figure stepped inside PJ roared and charged only to find himself spinning and landing with a heavy thud on the carpeted floor within a millisecond.

'I'm sorry PJ. Are you ok?' said the sweet voice of Bella, so deceptive considering her trade.

PJ was more than a little angry now, he was raging inside and yet, with the wind knocked out of his body, he had no fight left. He rolled onto his back and looked up into Bella's face.

'I'm fine' he grumbled through clenched teeth.

Bella smiled and helped him to his feet and onto the sofa.

'It really wont be long before you can leave PJ. It's just for now your life is in danger.'

PJ held his injured leg and side and laughed sarcastically 'I'm beginning to wonder if I'd actually feel safer out there!'

'Yes professor we have tracked them down to the UK...negative we do not know exactly where yet but that is just a matter of time...I understand...yes professor it shall be done,' Rob T. Don the Russian brute of a security officer hung up the phone and turned to his menial. 'You have the tickets?'

'Yes sir,' was the quick reply accompanied by an extended hand containing two airline tickets 'You fly out at five a.m.'

'Hmm' was the only reply as Rob took the tickets and left the office in which he had just made his call to his boss Professor Critique.

The man mountain marched down a long corridor and exited the building via a set of double doors. He continued across the large carpark in the grounds of the laboratory and entered a smaller accomodation block across from the main lab and offices. Entering his minimalist room he quickly packed three days worth of clothing into a military backpack and after ensuring he had all his other essential travel items he left his bag on his bed and went to one of the other rooms. At the door he tapped twice sharply and without waiting for a reply entered to find his most trusted friend and fellow security officer midway through an exercise routine.

'Sorry I did not mean to disturb you' said Rob as he turned to leave.

'That's ok Rob. You should know I am always pleased to see you' was the slightly sultry reply from Buzz as she lifted herself athletically from the floor mat she ahd been working out on.

Rob smiled. 'I have the tickets we leave at five,' he said.

Buzz checked her watch and gave a teasing half smile. 'That gives us a little under two hours before we must leave.'

Rob checked his watch and flushed a little red 'Yes, yes it does.'

'Then I suggest you close the door,' said Buzz.

Rob did so and within seconds Buzz was undressing him as she hungrily nibbled round his neck.

Oh my god.

I'm getting it on with a teacher:eek:

You love it :wink_kiss

Dr. Critique aka Professor Critique aka Crit, finsihed the last of her glass of wine and sighed heavily.

'What's a matter babykins,' came a concerned voice from behind her position on the sofa.

'I am suffering the consequences of being so amazingly intelligent,' she replied as she raised her empty glass above her head and gave it a gentle shake.

Mars took the glass 'You forgot to mention your beauty.' He whispered into her ear before departing to fetch his lover a refill.

Crit giggled and then thought once more about the consequences of the world finding out about her plans. 'They can't possibly make sense of any of my notes,' she tried to convince herself for the hundreth time. 'They lack my superior mind and will never be able to dysipher my codes.' she muttered to herself as Mars returned.

'Exactly my darling' said Mars placing the glass of wine into Crits outstretched hand before kneeling before her.

Crit reached out, with her free hand, and stroked Mars head as she would a pet dog. Mars smiled into his lovers eyes and then began to pleasure in a way a pet dog most certainly would not.

The tension was thicker than a burberry wearer who drives a souped up peugeot. Bella was stiring two sugars into a large mug of dark, black coffee while PJ twitched and fidgeted on the arm chair.

He still wanted out and Bella was in the way of his freedom. More than that she was the cause of his captivity in the first place. Yes the Russian would have killed him and yes, because PJ had been unable to retrieve his personal effects from the hide, the Russian probably knew all about him, however, PJ had repeatedly expressed the wish to go it alone as, afterall, they were back in the UK now and the brute was hardly going to come looking for him there. PJ was afterall not directly involved in whatever it was the Russian wanted Bella for and therefore the expense of tracking him down and killing him would be pointless.

For her part Bella had tried to explain that as far as the Russian was concerned PJ was in on it and had aided her to escape. Also in light of what PJ knew he was a risk to her own operation and therefore he needed to stay put until it was over. A heated discussion had taken place and now they were both avoiding the use of words deciding instead to go about their own business in the tiny space.

PJ finally cracked. 'Oh for goodness sake. Can I not just go for a walk around the block or something. I'll wear a hat and dark glasses, anything. I need air!'

Bella took a long swig of her coffee and looked at him sternly. 'If you go out, we go out and it will only be for a short while.'

'Fine,' said PJ jumping to his feet 'Lets go!'

'After I finish my coffee,' said Bella taking another gulp of her drink.

PJ slumped sulkily back into the chair. 'Well can't you put some cold water into it and hurry along?' he huffed.

'No. I like my coffee hot,' was the short reply.

Buzz, naked, threw a few garments into a carry on bag and entered the adjoining shower room. She turned the shower on and left it to warm up taking a hand towel with her.

Rob had fallen asleep face down on the bed, his firm buttocks highly visible. Buzz giggled slightly as she would the towel up and then with a flick of the wrist she whipped it across Robs bottom.

The big man woke with a start and jumped from the bed snarling. Buzz stepped forward and kissed him on the chest, the part of him that was at her level. 'Sorry baby did I startle you?'

Rob relaxed a little and then stooped her up into his arms so that he could kiss her. 'Every time I see you.' he smiled as he carried her into the shower room.

They made out as the showered and then assisted each other to dry off. Before long they were both dresed and ready to head off to the airport. As they exited the accomodation block a car was waiting for them and they slid into the back. 'To London,' said Rob to Buzz.

'To London,' she replied as the driver pulled away.

Bella and PJ exited the flat and, with Bella in front, headed down the stairs and through a narrow door which led into the rear store room/office of the second hand book shop.

They entered the space as the lady who ran the store, Patsy, a highly trained operative in her own right, came through to make herself a cup of tea. The presence of Bella and PJ made her jump.

'I thought he wasn't supposed to leave the flat,' she said indicating towards PJ with a bony, grey finger.

'We are just going for a walk around the block so he can't get some air,' said Bella as PJ tried to look all innocent.

'Have ya cleared it with the boss?' asked Patsy suspisciously as she eyed the couple over her half moon glasses. Patsy had retired from front line operations several years ago but so good had she been the squad had decided to keep her on in a less active role. She played the role of dithery old book shop keeper incredibly well. None would suspect she was still capable of killing a man over half her age with her bare hands and that she could still fire a rifle with extreme accuracy over five hundred yards.

Bella hadn't but said yes all the same. Patsy did not look fully convinced but all the same let the pair pass and exit the shop via the back door. As the door closed the old woman lifted the phone, seated on an old oak desk, and dialled a thirteen digit number from memory.

The abridged version!

2) The story so far.....
PJ is staying at a safe house in London. It is a one bedroom flat above a second hand book shop run by Patsy (who is kick bum granny still working for SIRS). Bella has taken PJ for a walk around the block having had a meeting with her boss and the head of SIRS (Special intelligence Reconisance Squad) TE.

Rob has got it on with Buzz his collegue in the security firm that guards Dr. Crituques secrets at the lab in the mountains. While she's getting it on repeatedly with Mars, her young lover, Rob and Buzz are off to London to find Bella and PJ.

Cast list:
Bella - hi-tech thief/spy
PJ - Animal researcher
Crit - renowned Dr. Critique (scientist)
Mars - Critiques lover
Rob T. Don - Russian security guard + Buzz's lover
Buzz - security guard & Rob's lover
Patsy - old woman who runs a second hand bookshop
TE - The head of SIRS - Special Information Reconisance Squad

Cast list:
Bella - hi-tech thief/spy
PJ - Animal researcher
Crit - renowned Dr. Critique (scientist)
Mars - Critiques lover
Rob T. Don - Russian security guard + Buzz's lover
Buzz - security guard & Rob's lover
Patsy - old woman who runs a second hand bookshop
TE - The head of SIRS - Special Information Reconisance Squad

Anyone else think that my character in that cast list is VERY similar to Jack's role in Big Brother?

Mars opened the door for his lover and walked promptly to a granite grey 6 series BMW parked at the top of a long and winding driveway. He opened the rear passenger door for Critque and, dressed in a business suit, the glamorous woman climed inside were her hands clutched round a laptop bag.

Within second sthe door was closed behind her and Mars was in the drivers seat and starting the engine. No words were shared as the car pulled away and headed off towards the laboratory.

Dr/Professor Critique unzipped her bag and sparked up the laptop inside. After a long series of clicks and codes she found herself looking at a three dimensional molecule. With another press of a button a series of reactions occured on the screen relating to the molecule. It began to break up and multiply in rapid succession and then finally a percentage number popped onto the centre of the screen. Critique smiled and closed the lap top down.

Buzz and Rob had joined the mile high club years ago and so now sat quietly reading as the 747 soared at 10,000 feet over the English country side below.

A highly effeminate air steward came and took their empty lunch trays away in a motion so stealthy the passengers barely noticed.

Buzz tired of her read as the plane judder down several more feet towards its final destination, 30 mins away, Heathrow, London. She slung the novel into her carry on bag and offered to do the same with Robs. Obliguingly Rob handed his tatty old favourite to his lover and colleague and she tucked it away.

As she retook her seat she whispered 'We shall go to hotel and meet with your contact there, yes?'

'Yes' was the curt reply as the plane judder once more and Rob felt his insides spiral. This was the part of the flight he hated the most.

As PJ and Bella walked round the block during their second outing of the day PJ's mind was working over time. The first wander had proven to be a good reconnisance mission for what he had planned and now the second time round he was feeling even more confident he could pull it off. It was just a case of whether or not he went now or during the next walk when Bella would trust him more and be less on guard. Yes he would wait, but it was so tempting to just go now.

There was a loud screech of brakes and a deep thud as they turned towards the main road again. A child screamed and a man could be heard yelling his objections. Bella instinctively went to take cover and retrace her steps. It wouldn't be good to get involved. PJ on the other hand saw his chance and sprinted towards the scene.

A young girl had been knocked from her bike and her left thigh bone now stuck out from her leg like a distress flag. Blood gushed freely from the wound as a man in a flash Mercedes declared his innocence in a slightly slurred fashion.

As PJ knelt beside the girl, those that had got there fractions before him were dialling 999 like their lives depended on it. The girl was unconscious and PJ told the nearest caller just that. He beckoned for the young woman to come to his side and using his old skills as a first aider for his local Sunday league team he past on vital details to the Ambulance service via the woman.

Bella was madder than hell. She realised she couldn't simply drag PJ away from the girl and at the same time she felt totally exposed. As she watched PJ work she caught a flash of something in her peripheral vision. It wa sthe door of the Mercedes being swung open as the big man climbed in behind the wheel. 'Oh no you don't you beggar' hissed Bella s she leapt to the drivers door and opened it as the man started the engine. He protested as she dragged him back out from the car and held him pinned against it, car engine still running, as the sirens of assistance rapidly approached. As she restrained the man her mind was racing as she tried to think of a way out of the mess she and PJ were now in. they were supposed to stay low profile, she was a shadow, and now they would be harrassed by Police hungry for information about the accident. 'Darn it!' she hissed as the man tried to free himself once more but felt the threat of a broken arm instead.

Dr. Critique entered her office having left Mars to park the car and take some time to himself. She sperked up her PC and checked her e-mails. One inparticular caught her eye and on opening it she smiled the same smile as she had in the car. One of deep felt satisfaction.

After an hour or so she took a walk down to the laboratory and after donning a blue chemical suit she entered the hihgly controlled area and spoke to a lone technician at a monitoring station. The pair spoke in muted whispers simply because the atmosphere seemed to warrant that not that any one would here. The technician pointed out a few readings and then they both walked over to glass box with thee petre dishes inside sporning something not seen by the world before.

A few more words were exchanged and the doctor left the area a very happy woman.

Rob and Buzz finally made it through customs and looked for their contact in the line of drivers awaiting arrivals with cardboard signs displaying customer names. They sighted a board which read Crit-tech and headed towards the particularly stunning figure of MissG, chauffeur and profesional assassin.

No words were exchanged just a simple nod of heads in recognition and the trio headed for the car park. Before long they were heading along the M25 in a blacked out Lexus, their destination central London, their quest to locate Bella and PJ and kill them.

The Policee arrived first and took over the restraining duties from Bella. As she patiently answered a couple of routine questions PJ saw his chance. Quite a crowd had gathered around the scene and, apologising first to the girl he was about to leave, he edged his way back into the cover of other people. He quickly made his way to the back of the crowd and took off down a side alley.

Bella looked round to see a bemused bunch of onlookers and no PJ. Her face flushed red in as much embarassment as anger. A Police officer was asking her another question but she simply left him standing with his notepad calling after her as she headed off after PJ.

One woman pointed to the side alley as Bella searched for the young man. She raised a hand in thanks and headed in that direction.

Patsy picked up the ringing phone and said 'Pattered Books'. She listened for a few seconds and then said 'Yes I can do that' and hung up.

Moving swifter than her years would predict she she went up the stairs to the flat and picked up a mobile from the coffee table. She dialled a number from memory and said one word as the call was picked up 'Rabbit!' and then she cancelled the call and replaced the phone.

Returning downstairs she took two books from one of the lowest shelves and reached into the gap. Flicking a switch there was a low mechanical sound as the book case moved back and acroos just enough to allow her entry into a hidden room. She was about to enter when she realised she ahd forgotten to turn the sign on the door. Hurridly Patsy turned the open sign to close and locked up. Then just as spritely she dissappeared behind the book case into the broom cupboard sized room.

Patsy pressed a button on the inside of the room and the bookshop display returned to normal. Takinga seat in front of a computer screen she tapped in a series of codes and soon had a radar like display appear on the screen. A couple more key strokes and an underlying mapping system appeared and in the centre of it a slow moving red dot.

Patsy donned a headset connected to a touchscreen telephone system and dialled. Within seconds she had an answer. 'Rabbit is in Neo Street heading west.'

Msgirl swung the car effortlessly through heavy, London, traffic while her two passengers sat quietly in the back. No one spoke of what they were thinking or about what they were there to do. That conversation would wait until they arrived at their destination in about another twenty minutes.

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Bella had completed several marathons in her time and was still a very keen long distance runner when the opportunity allowed. She maintained a constant speed, just short of an average persons sprint, as she followed the directions being transmitted to her ear peice from Patsy.

PJ on the other hand had smoked more than his share of cigarettes in his lifetime as well as the occasional spliff. He had quit both but still spent most of his life in a tiny tent like construction cramped up for days at a time. His fitness level was no match for Bella and it wasn't long before she had him in view.

'Got 'im' said Bella.

PJ reached a chain link fence and began to climb. He almost reached the top before he felt himself being catapulted back to the ground. In no time at all he was looking up into the very angry face of Bella.

'Oh poo' sighed PJ as she roughed him to his feet.

'Try that again and I'll break your legs' was the harsh warning from the professional spys lips.

PJ had no reason not to believe this would not be the case and so, like a lamb knowing it's destiny was Sunday lunch and there was nothing more it could do, he headed back towards the flat.

Msgirl parked between two similar cars to her own in the hotels underground carpark. Within seconds she was opening the door for Buzz to emerge into the artificial light. Rob made his own exit while Msgirl retrieved a metal briefcase from the boot of the vehicle. Soon all three were heading for the lift.

It didn't take longe before they were standing in the middle of room 43 in which there was a double bed and small couch with ensuite facilities and a self serving tea and coffee point.

Msgirl wasted no time in flicking the electric kettle on and preparing mugs for strong black coffee.

Buzz did a thorough scan of the rooms and checked any obvious hiding places for bugs with a small palm sized detector she had removed from her checked luggage bag.

Rob simply waited patiently for his drink and for the conversation concerning the reason they were there to begin.

They were all armed with mugs of coffee and satisfied no one was listening when finally Rob asked the question 'So, where are they?'

Msgirl gave them the address of the 'Pattered Books' and handed them the metal breifcase she had retrieved from the boot of the car earlier. 'Everything you need is in here' she reported. 'If you need me call your boss. She knows how to contact me.' With that Msgirl left the pair of assassins alone in the hotel room to discuss their plans.

Bella practicaly pushed PJ through the door as they arrived back at the flat. Anger still thumped through her veins. All she wanted to do right now was kill the idot boy and bury him beneath the water of the Thames. It wouldn't be the first time the water way had proven to be so convenient.

'Steady' said PJ, finally plucking up the courage to try and defend himself.

Bella didn't respond instead she pushed him down onto a hard dining chair and glared him not to move. PJ understood the warning look and sat silently while Bella disappeared into the bedroom. She emerged with the cord from a dressing gown and swiftly tied PJ's hands.

'Hey' he protested. 'I'm sorry ok but it's not like I'm gonna get out of here is it?'

Bella didn't speak, she simply went on binding his wrist so tightly to the wooden frame of the chair he could feel the blood flow becoming dangerously restricted. 'You know you might want to loosen up a little I don't want to hands to drop off' he gasped as Bella tugged again on the cord.

Once she was happy Bella simply left the flat with a yell from PJ wondering how he would relieve himself.

The abridged version!

3) The story so far.....
PJ's attempted to escape the safe house and the attentions of Bella has been foiled. He is now tied to a chair in the flat.

Rob and Buzz have arrive din London. Msgirl was their contact but she has left them to it in a hotel room.

Dr. Crit is having allot to smile about as she reviews figures surrounding her research and speaks with one of her technicians...but what is she up to?

Cast list:
Bella - hi-tech thief/spy
PJ - Animal researcher
Crit - renowned Dr. Critique (scientist)
Mars - Critiques lover
Rob T. Don - Russian security guard + Buzz's lover
Buzz - security guard & Rob's lover
Patsy - old woman who runs a second hand bookshop
TE - The head of SIRS - Special Information Reconisance Squad

TE paced the room as she spoke. It was her thing. When thinking out loud she had to be on the move. Bella for her part simply sat quietly listening to her boss, responding to any direct questions.

'So he is secure now?'

'Yes. He's tied to a chair and Patsy is keping an eye on him.' replied Bella

'Good. Now we've had word that certain security personnel, associated with Dr. Critique, have arrived in the UK. They were picked up on CCTV but we were unable to maintain observation. Ruddy rookie agent you see, lost the vehicle trying to exit the carpark having not paid his ticket' TE's disgust was more than apparent 'I mean what the heck do they teach these people at the school these days?'

Her question did not warrant and answer so Bella sat quietly wondering where this conversation was going to lead.

'Anyway, I've assigned the boy to your care. Figured you could use the help given as our friend in the flat is causing so much nausea.'

Bella felt an objection well up inside. She was a solo operative the last thing she needed was some rookie agent tagging on her sleeve crying mummy every two seconds. She knew any protest would be futile so instead bit back her responce, rejuggled it and responded 'Where should I pick him up?'

TE had already sensed Bellas unrest and came to a stop in front of her star agent. 'I know this is a drag but I think he has a lot of potential if you can help to direct it. He just lacks experience.' she added with a mild grimmace 'He's upstairs now waiting for you.'

Bella nodded and took her leave. As she opened the door she looked back and said 'Don't worry Ma'am I'll take care of him.'

As the door closed behind Bella TE looked up and said 'Just try and be gentle!'

'This is it' said Buzz as Rob pulled their hire car into a bus layby and the pair looked across to 'Pattered Books'.

'Right lets get this job done once and for all' declared Rob as the loud honk of a bus horn shoot through the car. Rob grumbled as he quickly pulled out of the bus stop and hunted for a place to leave the car.

'There on the left!' declared Buzz as she watched a Mini pull out from a parking spot. Rob wasted no time in sliding their nondescript Honda Accord into the space. Buzz leapt out with a handful of change and filled up the meter till it read five hours maximum stay. Rob was already delving into the boot of the car as her task was complete. He pulled out a metal briefcase and a small back pack. He passed the back pack to Buzz and soon the pair were walking back towards the book shop.

Flyo looked like a twelve year old in his fathers best suit as he stood waiting for Bella in the reception area of SIRS cover business 'Simple Investments and Retirement Services'. His shoes glinted in the flourescent lighting and his short hair was spiked with gel.

Bella hadn't met the young man before and as she emerged from the lift and saw the slightly goofy looking lad waiting patiently for her she felt her stomache sink 'Ho great' she sighed.

Flyo spotted his new mentor and strolled confidently over. Well at least until he stepped on his own shoe lace, stumbled and found himself face deep in Bellas bosom.

Bella lifted Flyo from her chest with a 'Oiy not until at least our second date!' causing the young man to flush bright red as his jaw to dropped.

'I'm Bella and you must be Flyo'

'Yes ma'am'

'No ma'am it's Bella!' she corrected.

'Yes ma'am...I mean Bella' stuttered Flyo with a nervous grin that made Bella want to slap him. Instead she simply told him to follow her and like a well trained dog he did and the pair exited the building and headed for Bellas car.

Patsy heard the tiny bell at the top of the door jingle and looked up to see Rob and Buzz enter the shop. They looked like a regular couple and acted as normal customers checking the shelves and sharing a few secret whispers about what they saw, or so Patsy thought.

As the couple approached the counter she smiled warmly 'How may I help you this fine afternoon?' she asked.

Without a moments hesitation Buzz pulled a silenced 9mm Beretta from inside her jacket and shot Patsy right between the eyes. The old lady fell straight backwards, striking her head on the wall, before landing slumped with a shocked expression on the floor behind the counter. The assassins wasted no time in leaping behind the counter and searching the dead womans pockets for the keys to the rear of the premesis.

With the safe house only a mile or so from the main office Bella and her new side kick Flyo were soon parking their car in one of the shops two private parking spaces. Bella led Flyo to the back door and punched a seven digit code into the key pad. The door clicked open and the duo entered.

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Rob and Buzz heard the agents entering the rear of the shop through the door that seperated them from the store room and the stairs to the flat. Rob wasn't happy as he noticed their search for keys was futile since the inner door was also locked by way of a key pad. He let slip a quiet expletive causing Buzz to look up from the dead woman to see their obvious mistake. She to swore as they contemplated their next move.

As they pondered their predicament a genuine, regular, customer entered the shop. Seeing the two behind the counter looking a touch more than a little suspect the young woman simply smiled, had a quick scan of a book shelf and left the shop. Outside she dialled 999 and asked for the police.

Bella entered the flat and immediately released PJ's bonds. She introduced him to Flyo and once again cautioned him against taking any silly action with regards to escape. PJ was just happy to be free and immediately rushed to the bathroom to relieve himself. Flyo simply looked on more than a little blankly. Bella wondered again how the young man had past his entrance exams.

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As the woman was put through to the Police control room she felt a sharp pain in her lower back. Her mobile phone dropped towards the floor but was caught by a female hand. The next voice the Polcie would her was that of MsGirl apologising for wasting their time and that she had been mistaken. The officer at the end of the line made a few cusory queries and then they both hung up. MsGirl supported the customers body and half carried, half dragged it into the shop.

Rob and Buzz looked confused and then embarrassed by MsGirls unexpected entrance. 'It's a good job someone has got your backs' she exclaimed as she dumped the body in the corned of the shop before turning the sign in the window to closed and locking the door.

'We were about to do that' said Rob trying to redeem himself.

'Was that before or after the Police arrived. She' indicating to the corpse, 'Had you sussed and was dialling 999 as I came to your rescue!' said the slighly peed off London based assassin. 'I still don't understand why I wasn't given this tasking in the first place!' she added quietly as she marched towards the counter.

Dr. Crit finished talking to one of the lab technicians and returned to her office. Mars was waiting for her. He smirked as she entered and made an advance towards her. 'Down boy' she said half jokingly. He obeyed and sat like a scolded puppy on the dge of the desk while his mistress tapped away at her keyboard for a few minutes. The e-mail she sent read:

'Ready to go live. Will distribute shortly.'

It went to an e-mail address consisting of numbers not words before she turned her attentions to her lover. 'Soon everything will be as it should be' she smiled.

Mars took his queue and went to her. 'Wait.' she said rising to lock the office door before returning to the young man. 'Okay now you may begin.' What Mars did next was beyond many a womans wildest dreams.

'Okay were moving' said Bella as PJ returned from the toilet.

'Thank the Lord!' he replied grabbing his few belongings and putting everything into his backpack. He looked up to see Bella and Flyo ready to pounce. 'Aww what now!' before he could react the pair had him in an arm lock and a needle entered his neck. He was asleep in an instant.

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Downstairs MsGirl finished typing the last number into the keypad and the door swung open 'It's all about observation' she said as she stepped through into the storeroom. Rob abd Buzz followed a little sheepishly. At that moment the door to the stairs opened and Bella was the first to notice the enemy. Quickly she slammed the door shut just as two bullets cracked the outer paintwork. Flyo had been carrying PJ and was knocked backwards by Bellas retreating backside. 'Back up she ordered' Flyo dragged PJ's limp body back up to the top of the stairs.

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MsGirl stared at the key pad restricting her entry to the flat above and swore. 'Unfortunately I've never been back her before' she huffed and then without further ado she pulled out a tiny lump of plastic explosive from her pocket and some det. cord and detonator. Within a few moments she had the charge set and was ordering her two colleagues back towards shelter.

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Bella opened the window and checked the ground below. No sign of the intruders. Wasting no time she swung out of the window and dangled before dropping and rolling to the ground obsorbing the impact by rolling clear parachute style.

As she landed MsGirl detonated the charge and Bella heard the thump of the explosion as it vibrated against the door before she saw a whisp of smoke hiss from beneath it.

Flyo was already lowering PJ down towards the ground by way of a length of sheeting. He had heard the bang and now the footsteps of the assassins as they advanced up the stairs. In his panic he dropped the sheet and quickly mimicked Bellas first move. He landed on PJs leg and stumbled onto his backside jarring his lower back. He didn't have time to complain as above him Buzz aimed her weapon.

There was a stutter of gunfire from behind Flyo and he saw the enemy duck back inside as the windows smashed and frame splintered. 'Come on!' ordered Bella as Flyo seemed to take an age to get to his feet and recover PJ.

Bella kept the intruders backed inside with a few well aimed and timed shots while Flyo dumped PJ in the boot of the car. Suddenly the downstairs entrance door swung open and MsGirl stepped out, silenced handgun ready to shoot. Bella instinctively shot at and rolled away from the danger. Both professionals missed their target as Flyo started the engine of the car and pulled away. Bella leapt to her feet and after a couple more covering shots she sprinted down the narrow side alley meeting Flyo at the front of the shop she leapt into the passenger seat and the pair, with their load, were off up the street.

MsGirl, Rob and Buzz were only moments behind but that had been all the time Bella had needed to execute her escape.

A very happy Crit left her office with an exhusted Mars in tow. The pair headed for the car park and climed into Crits Lexus. She had a chauffeur but decided to drive herself and Mars home this evening.

Enroute down the winding mountain road the couple listened to classical music and all the while back at the lab small vials of a deadly liquid were being packed into a metal container by very careful hands.

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'Yes Primeminister...no...I wouldn't have called you if I didn't think the threat was imminent' explained TE to the head of state at the end of the phone. 'No. Like I have explained before the documents retrieved by my agent reveal that Dr. Critique is planing a chemical attack on our country by means as yet unknown but you can be darn sure it will be difficult to detect until it's too late which is why I am asking for extra man power now...yes I know it's called staffing not man power these days but that doesn't change my need for extra bodies to perform the task of detecting the means in which Dr. Critique plans to distribute the virus...yes sir...thank-you...yes I will call tommorow, same time, unless I have anything before. Yes sir. Goodnight to you...' TE hung up the phone with a muttered 'Prat'.

They arrived at the safe house 4hrs later. It's location was amidst the high rolling mountains of Wales. The trio entered the small but cosy cottage and Bella went immediately to the box on the desk in the compact front room. Opening the lid she revealed a mobile satalite phone and made a quick call consisting of two words and a thriteen digit number spouted from memory.

Flyo in the meantime went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. PJ slumped, looking all sorry for himself, in a tatty old armchair.

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Rob, MsGirl & Buzz were scowling at each other across a cafe table. Rob had a medium sized plaster above his right eye protecting the wound caused by a splinter of wood during the gun fight. No one wanted to be the first to speak for fear of what they might say in front of the few other customers. Instead Buzz slowly stirred her tea and MsGirl turned her attention to the world outside the filthy window.

The abridged version!

4) The story so far.....
PJ, Bella and new sidekick Flyo have just evaded an attack by Buzz, Rob and MsGirl at the book shop...unfortunately Patsy snuffed it...naughty Buzz!
The escapees are in hiding in the Welsh Mountains and the hunters are licking their wounds in a cafe.

Dr. Crit is having allot to smile about as she enjoys the talents of Mars and starts putting the final touches to her evil and twsietd plot.

TE is trying to alert the priminister as to the problem but he's a bit of a prat.

Cast list:
Bella - hi-tech thief/spy
PJ - Animal researcher
Crit - renowned Dr. Critique (scientist)
Mars - Critiques lover
Rob T. Don - Russian security guard + Buzz's lover
Buzz - security guard & Rob's lover
Patsy - old woman who runs a second hand bookshop
TE - The head of SIRS - Special Information Reconisance Squad
Flyo - rookie SIRS agent and new sidekick to Bella!

"Secret Agent Girl...Secret Agent Girl...", I can hear the song going on all about me!!:w00t: :cool1:

"Secret Agent Girl...Secret Agent Girl...", I can hear the song going on all about me!!:w00t: :cool1:

Hearing voices in your head again? :w00t:

JEALOUS??:ninja:

JEALOUS??:ninja:

Actually, yes. :laugh:

The following morning Critique rose from her bed and checked her e-mail while Mars cooked up breakfast dressed in only a chefs apron.

He served up deliscious eggs bennedict as Critique finished with her messages and joined him.

'Thank-you darling' she said giving her man a peck on the cheek.

Mars smiled and sat before her to enjoy his food across the breakfast bar.

On completion Crit waited while Mars loaded the dish washer before leading him to the front room and sitting him on the sofa.

'Now you understand what is required of you?' she asked staring the young man in the ye on the look out for even the slightest hint of doubt or hesitation.

'Of course' smiled Mars.

'Good' replied Crit as she patted him on the knee and headed for the shower. Mars natuarally wasn't far behind.

Buzz woke early and stared hard at the ceiling. Rob snored gently beside her. MsGirl had made her disapproval of the coupling clear but they had ignored her. As far as they were concered their closeness is what made them such a lethal force. Buzz had gone to bed angry as a result of both the loss of their prey and MsGirls efforts to interfer with her love life and although Rob had rather enjoyed the rough sex her anger produced she now had a headache normally associated with thirteen gins before bed. This annoyed her even more afterall what fun is a hangover without the booze in the first place. After a concerted effort she pulled her punding head from the pillow and headed for the bathroom.

Meanwhile in the hotel room next door MsGirl was on her lap top checking her e-mail. She smiled at what she read and felt refreshed as she dressed for a run.

PJ stood in front of the bathroom mirror and had the look of a man who had finally accepted his fate. He, for the time being at least, was totally trapped. Even if he wanted to make a run for it he had know idea where he was and the weather in Wales, as often is, was decidedly inclement. He was unlikely to be reported missing for at least another month as after all he was supposed to be researching wildlife somewhere in Europe for that whole time with limited communications gear. He sighed into the mirror as he began to shave several days growth from his chin.

Bella approached from behind making the young man jump.

'Sorry' she said.

PJ turned suddenly angry once more 'Sorry for what? Ruining my life, my research and everything I've ever lived for?'

'No. I'm sorry I made you jump. Look PJ you need to get over yourself and focus on the fact that you are safe and are helping to stop the deaths of hundreds possibly thousands of people.'

'How? By sitting in a chair drinking tea?' replied PJ sarcastically.

'No. By not being killed and drawing the attention of the Police to our operation' replied Bella.

'But surely if the Police know they can help stop this attack' quizzed PJ.

'Yes they probably could but unfortunately they would also leak the story to the press and we would have mass panic on our hands and wont be able to counter the problem as easily as we can now,' replied Bella.

'But surely the people have the right to know they are about to die?'

'They aren't about to die provided we can keep a lid on this and concentrate on stopping it without having to liaise with numerous other organisations and cutting through red tape all the time.'

PJ wasn't convinced and turned back to the mirror to continue his shave.

'I actually quite like the beard' reported Bella as she left the man alone with his thoughts.

Oooooh, I'm up to no good!! I like that...:angel_not

Mars helped Crit decide on her clothes for the day before deciding on his own. Unusually for him he chose all dark colours. His choice didn't go unnoticed by Crit.

'Are you sure you are ready for this?' she asked.

Mars smiled and replied to the positive as he pulled on his black trousers and readied his dark blue shirt.

'Good. You know you don't have to worry. Evrything has been checked and double checked and your role is actually fairly straight forward in the grand scheme of things,' reported Crit casually as she picked through her endless tray of jewellery.

Mars stepped over and assisted her with the clip of a particualarly delicate necklace.

'I know' he said simply.

MsGirl had worked hard on her run and returned to her hotel room dripping with sweat and still puffing. Immediately she headed for the shower.

In the room next door Buzz and Rob were enjoying a fried breakfast and black coffee while sitting at the cramped table for two.

'We have to find some way of losing her' stated Buzz.

'Why? Because she questions our incompetence?' replied Rob.

'Because she thinks she's in charge!' snapped Buzz.

'Look she knows this country better than you or I. Sure she is a pain in the bum but we need her to help us locate the couple. You need to set your bruised ego aside and focus on the job at hand. We screwed up plain and simple now we have little time to correct our error and need all the help we can get.' Rob said and so ending the conversation but not Buzz's dark thoughts.

Flyo re-entered the cottage soaking wet. His spindle like frame looking even more pathetic beneath his sopping rain coat.

'It's all clear' he said sullenly.

Bella trie dhard not to laugh at the young man and instead gave PJ, with his new goatie, a cheeky look. PJ also fought back a giggle and in that instance a bond was made between Bella and he.

Flyo stripped of his jacket at the doro and joined the two at the dining table. They had served up toast and jam and musli with UHT milk. Flyo's stomach lurched. He always had porridge for breakfast with full fat milk and a banana. He hated UHT milk and strawberry jam with avengence and only ever ate brown bread.

Not wanting to go hungry he buttered a slice of white toast and nibbled away. He washed each mouthful down with a sip of tea. It was while before he noticed the other two looking at him.

'What?'

'Nothing' they replied in unison before Bella added 'We need to make a plan. I have to get back on the trail of Crit and her chemicals and you need to look after PJ.'

'I don't need looking after' retorted PJ through a mouthful of toast.

'Oh, so you'll wiat here, alone, until I come and fetch you?' replied Bella sarcastically.

'Yeah...I mean I understand why now. Admittedly it took a while but I get it now,' he replied in the most convincing tone he could muster.

'Sure. All the same Flyo will stay with you,' said Bella.

'But I'm supposed to stay with you?' objected Flyo.

'Tough. We can't get anyone else to babysit as this is a closed op. I can't stay here and we can't all go after the baddies so grow up get over it,' she said standing and taking her plate to the sink.

Both men began to sulk.

Critique kissed her young stallion and watched him leave on a Kawasaki sports bike wearing a small back pack.

She knew she would never see him again. The thought pained her slightly but his sacrifice had always been part of the plan. Pity Mars didn't know that yet.

Critique climbed into her car and allowed the chauffeur to accomplish the task of getting her to the lab while she worke don her e-mails in the back. 'I guess I shall have to look for another companion' she thought suddenly feeling sad for the inevitable loss of Mars. Not because she pitied the young man but more herself. He had been alot of fun.

MsGirl put on a practical outfit of loose fitting trousers and top before going to find the other two.

Rob and Buzz were just finishing breakfast when they heard the knock at the door. Buzz responded first and opened the door to find MsGirl waiting, impatient as ever. She was obviously upset by the fact that neither of the pair had dressed yet but didn't say anything instead she waited quietly, standing, arms crossed, while they scurried around the room preparing for business.

After ten minutes of tooing and froing the pair finally came to a stop before MsGirl dressed and ready to leave.

'Finally' was all MsGirl mustered as she led them out the door.

They trio headed down to reception, paid their bill, and were out on the roadside minutes later. MsGirl hailed a cab and all three climbed in. Rob and Buzz had no idea as yet as to where they were headed they were simply trusting that MsGirl had a lead of some sort.

PJ and Flyo said goodbye to Bella as she left the pair looking a little miffed. They had fought again for the right to come along but Bella had repeatedly informed them she worked better alone and for their own safety, particularly PJ's, they needed to stay at the cottage.

The fact she would be taking the car, their only form of transport, was also not lost on the men. How were they meant to get about. Bella's reply had been short sharp and simple. 'You don't!'

'So do you play Scrabble?' asked Flyo of PJ.

'Sure' was the reluctant reply of the slightly younger man.

Dr. Critique arrived at the lab and was greeted by and enthusiastic young technician who informed her of the results of the latest tests. Crit was pleased and went to see the results for her self. In a small contained enclosure three white mice lay perfectly still. Their life stripped from them following one lung ful of Dr. Critiques deadly toxin.

'Perfect' she sighed. 'And this is the same strain you packed the back pack with yes?'

The Technician nodded to the affirmative.

'Perfect' sighed Dr. Crit once more. She looked at the young male technician and smiled 'Tell me do you do anything else other than chemistry?' The young man looked confused for a moment but as Crit caught his tie between her fingers and led him from the lab he began to see the bigger picture.

The abridged version!

5) The story so far.....
Bella has just left PJ and Flyo alone at the cottage...oo er missus!

Dr. Crit has sent Mars on a deady mission and is already eying up her next talent.

Buzz, Rob and MsGirl are going somewhere.

Cast list:
Bella - hi-tech thief/spy
PJ - Animal researcher
Crit - renowned Dr. Critique (scientist)
Mars - Critiques lover
Rob T. Don - Russian security guard + Buzz's lover
Buzz - security guard & Rob's lover
Patsy - old woman who runs a second hand bookshop DEAD
TE - The head of SIRS - Special Information Reconisance Squad
Flyo - rookie SIRS agent and new sidekick to Bella!
MsGirl - Baddie - Dr. Crits Brit contact

'I'm telling you Maz the ruddy thing wont light!' cussed Tigger as she attempting in vane to light the tiny camping stove in front of the pairs tent in the heart of the Welsh Black Mountains.

'Oh let me have a go you useless bint!' replied Maz shoving Tigger aside as she snatched the matches in frustration.

'Who you calling bint ya witch!' bit back Tigger as she watched Maz attempt the same task she had repeatedly failed at.

'Bum!' grunted Maz on the thrid attempt. 'It's broken!'

'Or out of gas...since someone forgot to bring the spare,' responded Tigger as she slumped back inside the tent in a sulk.

'So what do we do now?' asked Maz.

'Dunno. Got any suggestions? I mean this trip was your idea in the first place,' scoffed Tigger.

'Oh for pities sake. I just thought it would be a laugh to get out in the fresh air for a few days and get away from those ruddy useless men of ours for a bit,' said Maz defensively.

'Yeah. Great. So far we've been flooded out, twice, been invaded by ants and I've got a wierd rash on my bum from peeing outside. Oh and we can't eat anything as our ruddy stove is on the blink!' Tigger rep0lied in fully hissy fit mode.

'You've got a rash on your bum?' asked Maz.

'Yeah' sulked Tigger.

'Me to!' replied Maz.

'Great.'

Mars waited patiently in the queue at the check in desk. The airport was, as always, incredibly busy and he was behind a huge fat german guy who had clearly eaten something off recently. Evry now and then Mars would feel his stomach tumble as another whiff of the mans inners hit him. 'Why bother with the pack. This mans butt is gonna do the same job!' thought Mars as the queue moved forward another step.

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Dr. Critique sent her e-mail with a wry little smile. 'Oh dear world prepare to pay!' she whispered.

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'GRRRRRRRREAT!' cursed Tigger as she poured rain water from her boot for the thrid time since she and Maz had left camp. The pair had donned their packs with all their gear and were heading down the mountain.

Maz waited while Tigger sorted herself out. As she did so she scanned their surrindings for shelter and saw a tiny cottage a few miles off. 'We'll head for that cottage and see if we can shelter a while!' she said as Tigger finished strapping her boot back onto her foot.

'Sounds great!' said Tigger who could no longer care less. She missed her lip gloss and comfy slippers and her hair brush and her wine. Yes she definately missed her wine.

'S.Q.U.I.G.L.E is not how you spell squiggle' said Flyo huffily as he gazed at PJ's latest attempt to cheat at a game he already loathed.

'Does it really matter in the grand scheme of things?' asked PJ looking all philisophical.

'What?' queried Flyo confused by the comment and look he was getting from across the table.

'I mean...'started PJ when his responce was interrupted by a knock at the door. Both men looked alarmed.

'Hide in the bedroom!' ordered Flyo.

PJ, somewhat reluctantly obeyed the young agent.

'Helloooo...is there anyone in there!' came the sing song tone of Mazwad through the cast iron letterbox.

'Of course there's someone ruddy well in there...there's lights on and everything!' cussed Tigger impatiently and loud enough for Flyo to hear. To emphasise her point though Tigger thumped on the old windows and yelled 'Please lets us in. We're not rapists, murderers or anything like that we are simply cold, very wet and blooming hungry!'

'Although we have our own food we just need some way of cooking it' added Maz in a pleading voice in an attempt to down grade her freinds out burst.

Flyo hesitated. 'Two women. Neither sounded threatening he thought...but then Bella doesn't sound or look threatening but could rip Kong a new bum hole in a single breath if she chose'.

'Hello...please help us!' came the increased begging of Mazwad through the letter box once more as a flash of lightening followed by a loud crack of thunder made its impression on the situation.

'Oh for goodness sake let 'em in!' said PJ walking past Flyo to the door and before the young agent could stop him PJ had flung it open and was immediately stampeded by two soggy campers.

'Oh gosh thank-you soooo much' said Mazwad looking like a drowned field mouse in a carrier bag such was her size beneath her rain gear.

'yeah thank you' added Tigger as she immediately began to strip her foul weather gear from her body only to realise its effectiveness had been less that water tight. 'Great!' she scoffed as she looked down on two increasingly large wet patches across the breast area of her sweat shirt.

PJ had also noticed and smiled.

Mars had checked his luggage and had thirty minutes before boarding. He decided to have a strong black coffee and bought a magazine on rally cars before heading through to the departure gate. A she took a seat in the waiting area his mind raced through varied senarios and lines of thought as hs eyes scanned the magazine pages in front of him without the detail registering in his mind.

He checked the contents of his carry on bum bag once more and was happy as finally his flight was called for boarding. 'Okay Mars this is it. Do not screw it up!'

Bella cussed as blue lights illuminated behind her on the motorway. She obeyed the law inforcement officers instruction and carefully pulled over to the hard shoulder from the outside lane. The rain was coming down in sheets and she hope dthe officer would be in a hurry to get back into his vehicle and let her off with a verbal warning about her more than a little excessive speed. Unfortunately he seemed to like the rain and was more than happy to invite her to the back of his vehicle so that he could deliver a breath test and issue a ticket. By the time Bella retook her seat behind the wheel she was soaked to the skin following her excursion to the Police car and back. Again she cussed and then pulled back out into traffic reaching the limit in a matter of seconds but this time sticking to it.

Buzz, Rob & MissG had loaded up their hire car, a brand new Lexus, and were now cruising through the London streets towards the motorway.

MissG had insisted only one of the couple take the back seat as she wanted someone up front to aid in navigation and as a spotter for anything untoward enroute. She didn't say her main reason was to stop the pair snogging the whole way to Wales.

Buzz had elected herself navigator and Rob was snoozing in the back within minutes of the journey starting. This annoyed MissG but she didn't let it show she simply bit her lip and concentrated on her driving.

'You can get changed through there if you like' offered PJ, pointing towards the bedroom.

'Thanks' replied Tigger quickly gathering her gear and stomping off to the bedroom.

'Thank-you' replied Maz meekly as she followed her friend.

PJ smiled after them then turned to see Flyo scowling at him 'What?' he aske din all innocence.

'You know what!' hissed Flyo through clenched teeth.

'What you think their a pair of assassins out to get us' smirked PJ.

'I think you didn't listen to Bella properly before she left. Do not let anyone in she said and they look like anyone!' huffed Flyo.

'Oh lighten up. They just want to get out of the rain for a while. I'm pretty sure they have plans aside from taking up squatters rights here' laughed PJ as he went to the kitchen and put the kettle on.

'But what if Crits cronies turn up. They (indicating towards the closed bedroom door) will be a liability and at risk and I'm not sure I can protect them and you on my own,' grumbled Flyo following PJ to the kitchen.

'Then just protect them . I can take care of myself,' sighed PJ as he took four mugs from the cupboard and collected milk from the fridge.

'I am not assigned to protect them. My mission is to protect you,' argued Flyo.

'Then you protect me which will enable me to protect them. How does that sound?'

Flyo was about to enter a full on hissy fit when Tigger appeared dressed in just her underware and carrying several wet items of clothing. 'Sorry but all my clothes have been soaked. Any chance I can dry them by the fire?' she asked completely unphased by the open mouth of Flyo and the appreciative glance from PJ.

'Sure. I'll just o and through another log on' said PJ as he deliberately brushed past her leaving a still dumbstruck Flyo.

Mars took his seat and with a ironic smirk fastened his seat belt. 'All you have to do is take the meds at the right moment and you wont be harmed' his mind reminded him.

It wasn't long before the huge turbine engines where whirring loudly as they increased revs in order to propel the giant metallic tube, loaded with people, along the runway. 'Here' goes nothing' muttered Mars to the mild interest of the rather attractive woman sitting next to him. For a moment their eyes met and both smiled before retruning their gaze forward as the wheels began to race along the tarmac. 'Another addition to the mile high club' thought Mars as the wheels of the aircraft left the ground and Captain directed the nose upwards.

Maz had found her rain gear to be a little more effective and so had no cause to arous ethe boys with as dramatic an entrace as Tigger had instead she entered the lounge/dining area in combat trousers and a baggy t-shirt offering her dry sweat shirt to Tigger who was still topless as she sat in front of the blazing fire.

PJ poured the tea seceretly dissapointed at the effectiveness of Mazwad's foulies afterall she looked like she had a great body beneath her less than feminine clothes.

Flyo had taken to checking the view through each and every window supposedly checking for the enemy rather than trying to hide his awkwardness at having such a confident semi-naked woman in his proximity.

MissG guided the car like a pro through the last of the heavy traffic and out onto the slightly faster moving parking lot known as the M25. Much to her annoyance and Buzz's amusement Rob had started snoring in the back of the car. Buzz reached a finger towards the radio only to have a stern look from MissG divert it straight back.

'I need to concentrate on driving and you nee to keep a sharp lookout for Bella and her freinds. We do not need the distraction of boogie woogie or for that matter the snoring heathen in the back seat!' To emphasis her point MissG slammed the horn hard causing Rob to jump awake and mutter a swearing objection to that fact. 'I was just saying to Buzz that I need you to keep a look out for Bella so stay sharp.' ordered MissG much to the agrevation of Rob.

'Who the heck does she think she is ordering me around like some pathetic little dog?' he thought as his mind began to visualise pulling a length of cheese wire around the womans throat. He smiled.

Bella made a call on her hands free set. 'TE it's B enroute back to you. Any updates?'

TE explained that the unit had lost touch with the MissG, Rob and Buzz but she had every member out searching at that time.

Bella thanked her boss and hung up the call as she checked her speed and over took a slower vehicle. 'Where the hell have they got to and how long do we have?' she asked herself.

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The plane levelled out at cruising altitude and the seatbelt lights went off. Immediately Mars nudged the womans leg next to him she looked at him and he gave his most charming smile before leaning over and whispering into her ear. His words caused her to giggle and then bite her lip as she thought to make a decision. After a few moments she tapped the eagerly awaiting Mars on the hand, stood and headed for the toilets at the rear of the plane. Mars counted to ten and followed.

A few passengers gave knowing looks as the pair past them but none really cared about what would happen in the next few minutes or so. Mars did however and from the look of the young woman so did she.

She entered the toilet and Mars waited patiently outside until the flight attendant that had been loitering in the area responded to a call for assistance from a passenger. Immediately he left Mars tapped three times, then two on the door. It opened almost immediately and he climbed inside.

'So do you guys like Scrabble?' asked PJ with a grin as he handed out the last of the piping hot mugs of tea to Maz.

'I do, Tigs isn't so keen,' she replied.

'I don't mind it!' objected Tigger from her position on the rug before the fire.

'Yeah but you always cheat,' defended Maz.

'As do I!' broke in PJ with another crowd pleasing smile. His arrogance caused the women to laugh and soon all three were up at the dining table flipping over the tiles of the half finished game PJ and Flyo ha dbeen playing before the ladies arrived. 'You playin Fly?' asked PJ of his fellow man.

Flyo was making his forth round of checking windows when the question came and hesitated before he, somewhat reluctantly, joined the trio at the table.

'Are we playing the strip version?' asked PJ mischeviously.

'No...I mean I have an unfair advantage!' objected Tigger indicating towards her sweatshirt and panties.

'Darn!' sighed PJ with a grin.

The abridged version!...soz ran over a bit there!

6) The story so far.....
Bella left PJ and Flyo alone at the cottage only for them to be joined by a bedraggled Tigger and Maz who were undertaking an adventurous camping trip. Tigger is a bit of a tart and Maz is the sensible one...for now...they ahve just settled down for a game of Scrabble.

Bella is heading back to London to try and relocate the enemy little knowing they are heading straight towards her...and she has just picked up a parking ticket to!

Dr. Crit has sent Mars on a deady mission and Mars is about to recruit a new member to the mile high club.

Buzz, Rob and MsGirl are going somewhere.

Cast list:
Bella - hi-tech thief/spy
PJ - Animal researcher
Crit - renowned Dr. Critique (scientist)
Mars - Critiques lover
Rob T. Don - Russian security guard + Buzz's lover
Buzz - security guard & Rob's lover
Patsy - old woman who runs a second hand bookshop DEAD
TE - The head of SIRS - Special Information Reconisance Squad
Flyo - rookie SIRS agent and new sidekick to Bella!
MsGirl - Baddie - Dr. Crits Brit contact
Mazwad - Happy camper
Tigger - not so happy camper

Dr. Crit pushed the young man from her naked body and checked the time on her bedside clock. She made a mental calculation and stepped, naked, out from her bed leaving the exhusted lad sleeping. A few steps found her in the lounge where she activated the television and selected a world news channel. 'Right my boy, lets see if you get this right!' she mutters as she went to serve herself coffee from her beloved machine in the kitchen.

Still naked she retruned to the lounge and admired herself in the giant mirror which adorned on immense wall. 'Still gorgeous darling' she said as she went to the giant plate glass window and looked out over the amzing mountains that filled the frame. 'As do you' she said tilting her cup towards the mighty rock formations. 'Pity Mars wont be enjoying you again' she smirked and turned away to see her sleepy sex buddy emerge from the bedroom. 'You are going to have to get fitter young man if you're going to stay with me,' she exclaimed. The young man simply grunted and headed back into the bedroom. 'Mars was the same way...initially' thought Dr. Crit 'but I am such a good teacher!'

The plane had been at cruising altitude for thirty minutes when Mars made his move. He reached into he carry on bag and withdrew an I-Pod. Placing the earphones into his ears he pressed several of the buttons in a precise order before sitting back.

Deep down in the hold and within his checked baggage a can of deodrant began to leak. As the substance filled the bag the fabirc began to disolve. The few items of clothing quickly disintergrated an then a tube of toothpast and a can of shaving cream began to expose their deadly contents. Within less than a minute an ever increasing plume of toxic gas began to rise up and fill the baggage compartment. The lone security guard didn't even notice the danger until too late. One breath and he was dead in an instant.

The gas continued to creep through gaps in the airframe and up towards the passangers compartment.

'Cack!' cussed Bella as she saw MsGirl, Buzz and Rob whizz by in the opposite direction along the single lane stretch of road.

Her frustration and alarm was echoed within the other car as they saw Bella as she saw them.

Both drivers checked their mirrors to see there was too much traffic on the road to turn immediately. It was Bella who would chance upon a side track and capitalise on it first.

As she pulled out onto the road again she checked beneath he seat and withdrew a pistol which she set upon her lap before gunning the engine and increasing the temperature of the pursuit. Instinctively she put in another call to TE on the hands free set and informed her boss of what had just occured. The directions from TE were simple. Take at least one alive and kill the other two. This was a task Bella would, in theory, have no problem with.

Maz and Flyo had forme da kind of kinship as both felt awkward in the situation they were now presented.

PJ had managed to woo Tigger into playing strip Scrabble after all and both were playing badly. Tigger, dispite donning some extra clothing, was already down to just her panties and t-shirt while PJ had only his boxers left on. Flyo and Maz on the other hand had yet to lose a round.

'Oh poo!' cussed Tigger as she placed her three letter word onto the board thus losing yet another round. Staring at PJ with a look of defiance she stealthily removed her panties and stretched the t-shirt over her knees. PJ smiled.

'Look maybe we should call it a draw?' suggested Mazwad as Flyo began to blush.

'No way! He's mine!' hissed Tigger as she stared across at PJ.

'Bring it on sweet heart...bring...it...on!' was the mocking reply from PJ.

The gas bled into the aircraft. Death came initially to those towards the rear of the aircraft and as the near transparent cloud of death inched forward a few of the passengers began to notice something untoward. An air steward collapsed onto his trolly spilly hot tea and coffee onto two passengers who screamed in pain.

A stewardess ran to the scene only to inhale the same noxious gas and collapse as the screams from the burnt passengers were abruptly cut short by the same cause of death.

People began to panic and race towards the front of the plane. Others tried to open the flap containing the oxygen masks from above their heads. Mars succeeded in this action and watched as others failed and still more stumbled and died in their race to escape the advancing gas.

It was as a small child dropped down beside him that Mars suddenly realised the enormity of what he had done and he began to sob loudly his body shaking with every breath of clean air.

Word didn't reach the cockpit in time and as the pilot went to respond to the frantic calls on his intercom he also caught the slightest whiff of the noxious gas and became disorientated. The co-pilot was soon to join him.

Both were soon dead, slumped in their seats as the plane continued its course on auto pilot.

PJ cheekily removed his boxer shorts much to the discomfort of Flyo and Maz but joy of the triumphant Tigger.

'Looks like I beat you' she giggled.

'Guess so' replied PJ.

'So that would be game over then. I gues you can both get dressed now eh?' came the rat at tat tat of Flyo.

'Yes that would be good wouldn't it' added Maz in support.

PJ smiled and calmly got up and began to retieve his clothing from the floor around him.

Maz and flyo simply stared at each other then the floor, then the table. Tigger sat eyes glued to PJ's perfectly formed bum.

She to rose and began to collect her clothing. As she bent over PJ noticed her bum creeping out from beneath the t-shirt.

'I always did enjoy an afternoon moon' he sighed.

'I'm feeling dirty. I think I'll go take a shower' said Tigger.

'Funny you should say that' replied PJ.

Flyo and Maz both felt their mouths drop open as PJ and Tigger dissapeared into the bathroom together. 'Ruddy tart!' said the stunned Maz.

'I am sorry' replied Flyo.

'What have you to be sorry for?' asked Maz 'It's not you behaving like a sex craved teenager!'

'No but I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on him,' replied Flyo.

'Really. Why?' asked Maz intrigued.

'Erm...' replied Flyo knowing he had just screwed up big time.

Bella was gaining on the baddie mobile much to MsGirls's frustration. She indicated to the problem to her two passengers who in turn looked back.

Bella could see the faces of Rob and Buzz peering back at here and suddenly became aware of her huge disadvantage. 'Pants!' she thought as she took a hold of her pistol and wound down her window.

Rob was the first to spot their persuers actions and quickly launched himself at the window controls while in the same action removing his own gun from his belt. Buzz quickly followed suit.

Bella, one hand on the wheel took aim and fired at the wheels of her prey. Barely had the noise of the shot hit her ear than it was followed by the resounding ping of bullets striking her own car. She ducked for a second too long and as she looked up realised she had run out of road. She screamed head long through a gate and on into a field of cows. The car hit a rutt and flipped over.

Buzz reported the event to MissG who stopped their vehicle allowing them all to step out. 'Just make sure she's dead!' hissed MissG.

Mars was confused. 'Why hadn't the plane crashed yet? Had the pilots had time to don their oxygen masks?' He looked around the cabin to see a few other faces staring nervously back at him. Mars knew he couldn't go check on the pilots not without his air so he simply sat scowling up the isle contemplating his next move.

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TE was pacing her office. 'What had happened to Bella?' she thought. The line of conversation had come to an abrupt end following an exchange of gunfire at the other end of the line and now the head of SIRS was very concerned. She decided to call Flyo.

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'So erm...do you wanna play again?' asked Flyo of Maz as he desperately tried to cover his mistake.

'No I want to know what you meant by having to watch him' replied Maz indicating towads the bathroom door.

'Erm...' at that point Flyos mobile rang and he jumped at it. 'Fly' he said as he answered the call. 'No way. Okay yeah. Right. No problem. Oh yeah everything here is fine.' he lied 'Okay bye.' Flyo hung up concern etched across his forhead.

'What's wrong?' asked Maz.

'Nothing for you to worry about' said Flyo as he went to the bathroom door and banged upon it 'Look I don't know what you two are up to in there..well actually I can have a good ruddy guess...but I need to speak to PJ...NOW!' he shouted. He received no responce so banged even harder on the door.

This time PJ opened the door a crack and frowned at Flyo 'What?'

'There's a problem,' said Flyo.

PJ saw the expression on Flyo's face and knew he wasn't kidding. 'Pooh' said the horny young man. 'I'll just be a minute!' and with that he closed the door.

'What's going on?' ordered Maz once more.

Bella lay unconscious half out the drivers window.

Buzz and Rob stumbled across the uneven ground towards their enemy while MissG waited in the car.

Bella's eyes flickered momentarily before they opened completely. Just in time she saw the advancing Buzz and Rob. In a swift movement Bella brought her gun up from her thigh and fired two rapid shots in their direction.

Buzz reacted instantly diving for cover. Rob was a fraction too slow and took a direct hit to his right shoulder rendering his shooting hand useless.

Bella fired another shot to keep the pair down as she crawled from the wreckage of her vehicle.

MissG, alerted by the gunfire, stepped out of her car and, gun in hand, raced towards the others.

Buzz fired a shot in retaliation to Bella's. The bullet entered the cars fuel tank igniting its contents in a fraction of a second.

Bella had just managed to gain her footing and was thrown twenty yards by the following explosion.

Rob looked up in horror as a piece of burning hot metal flew down upon his already weakened form. The old car wing severed his head from his shoulders before embedding itself into the ground.

Curiosity got the better of Mars so he extended himself as far as he could reach, with his air supply still in attached to his face, and activated another unit above a dead passenger. Taking deep breath he discarded his current supply and moved onto the other.

He began to repeat this exercise, to the fascination of his few remaining other passengers, until he got to the cockpit door. It was here he realised he had no way of accessing the front of the plane so he simply banged on the door. No response. He tried again and gave a muffled yell before listening once mroe for a responce. None came.

Mars pushed the corpse of a wealthy business man aside and took his seat in first class. It was then the young man had a revelation 'Auto Pilot!' he told himself before sitting back and chuckling to himself.

PJ and Flyo huddled in the corner of the room while Maz and Tigger strained to eavesdrop on the hushed conversation.

'Well what the heck am I supposed to do. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time remember?' abjected PJ.

Flyo sighed 'Look just keep an eye on the women and stay here until I get back. Please, I know this is allot to ask but we really need you with us for now.'

PJ looked from Flyo to the two ladies who promptly looked away their faces etched with the guilt of trying to listen in. 'Okay. Whatever!' resigned PJ.

Flyo gave a sigh of relief, patted PJ on the back in thanks and headed for the door. 'Gotta go out for a minute or two. PJ here will stay with you.' He said jovially as he departed.

The ladies waited till the door closed before looking questioningly at PJ. PJ simply smiled and shrugged 'Scrabble anyone?'

The abridged version!...soz ran over a bit there agian!

7) The story so far.....
Bella, enroute to London, has run into MissG, Rob and Buzz. A car chase ensued and she ran out of road, crashed but has so far managed to escape dispite her car blowing up and the wing of it decapitating Robs head.

Dr. Crit is waiting for a news report that will inform her that Mars was successful in his mission. Mars meanwhile is sat in first class on the airline releived to discover the autopilot is still in control of the plane so he may still have a chance of surviving.

Flyo has received a call from TE informing him of Bellas difficulties and is off to assist leaving PJ in charge of Maz and Tigger...PJ has just had intimate relations with Tigger in the bathroom!

Cast list:
Bella - hi-tech thief/spy
PJ - Animal researcher
Crit - renowned Dr. Critique (scientist)
Mars - Critiques lover
Rob T. Don - Russian security guard + Buzz's lover - DEAD
Buzz - security guard & Rob's lover
Patsy - old woman who runs a second hand bookshop DEAD
TE - The head of SIRS - Special Information Reconisance Squad
Flyo - rookie SIRS agent and new sidekick to Bella!
MsGirl - Baddie - Dr. Crits Brit contact
Mazwad - Happy camper
Tigger - not so happy camper

The smoke from the exploding fuel tank was all the cover Bella needed to drag herself to the edge of a small copse towards the middle of the cow field. Once there she reloaded her weapon with the last clip she had and took a moment to catch her breath while leaning against a tree.

MissG was sheilding her eyes against the acrid smoke as she closed the wrecked vehicle in an attempt to check for survivors and finish them off.

Buzz, meanwhile, was staring, shocked, at the wideyed facial expression left upon Robs face as he met his gruesome death. 'Rob, darling, no, no!' she began to mutter as her loss moved from her head to her heart.

'I don't much care for Scrabble,' sighed Tigger 'Besides we have some unfinished business' she added with a look that suggested to PJ anything was on.

Tiggers intentions were not lost on Maz. 'Oiy' she scorned 'Are you not in the least bit interested in what's going on here?' she asked of her companion.

'Oh who gives a fig.' cussed Tigger 'So we've stumbled into an intriguing plot to kill the PM or rob a huge bank or something. Get over it and enjoy the moment for once Maz!'

'Yeah Maz. Enjoy the moment' added PJ suggestively.

Maz suddenly felt quite giddy. She shook her head in defiance 'No. I want to know what's going on and I want to know now!' she huffed.

'Sex first explaination later!' demanded PJ. Tigger giggled while Maz simply looked shocked at PJ's bluntness.

Dr. Crit was becoming increasingly frustrated at the lack of news. When the young man asked what her problem was she simply scowled at him and sent him on his way with orders to retrun that night.

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On the plane the cockpit was filled with the concerned voice of air traffic control trying to raise the pilot.

In the air traffic control room and operator had already alerted her supervisor who was now on the phone to the Police and military as concerns rapidly rose that a terrorist attack may have taken place onboard the un-responsive flight.

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Bonsai heard the order to scramble as she left the toilet. In a flash she was racing to the flight room, donning her flight suit and sprinting towards her fighter plane.

TE was pacing the office as the call came in from the Military reporting the possible plane hi-jack. TE acknowledge the report before slumping down in her chair with a sigh.

She stole a few moments to collect her thoughts then called Bella.

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Bella was holding her breath as MissG approached the tree she had hidden herself behind. Her trigger finger was primed to respond to the threat.

MissG had her own pistol in hand and had left Buzz at the crash site in her search for Bella. She closed to within a few feet of the tree which hid Bella from view when she heard the sound of a mobile ringing.

Bella had a momentary lurch of panic as she fought the urge to answer her phone while trying to maintain her safey.

MissG didn't hesitate and rushed towards the sound. As she did so Bella leapt out and each raised their guns in readiness to fire.

TE slammed down the phone in frustration and quickly dialled another number.

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Flyo responed to the call after it's first ring. He listened intently to his boss before hanging up with a determined scowl.

'Sonofabitch!' he cussed as he gunned the engine a few more revs and shot past the carnage of Bellas accident and on towards London.

Bonsia was alongside the unresponsive passanger aircraft within minute. Closing to a fairly safe distance she called the aircraft. "Sleazy Jet flight 123 this is the fighter aircraft on your port side please respond over".

After receiving no response to a second call Bonsia reported back to base over the airwaves. "This is fighetr 246 Sleazy jet 123 is unresponsive what are my orders? over" she asked.

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MissG and Bella both fired at once and each took a hit. Unfortunately for MissG her's was directly between the eyes and she fell to the ground, life extinct. Bella meanwhile had managed to jink right slightly and took the hit in the right shoulder causing her to lose all strength in her right arm. A bit of a problem since that was the hand she shot with.

Buzz meanwhile had overcome her initially grief at the loss of her lover and was out for vengence. She ruashed across the field in the direction of the gun fire her own fire arm ready to kill.

Maz was sulking. She had dug out a battered old paper back from her bag to pass the time but instead of reading it she scowled at the door behind which Tigger and PJ were up to mischief. 'It was supposed to be a girlie weekend away, having a few bottles of wine and generally forgetting the gits we left behind!' muttered Maz to herself.

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"Flight 123 this is the fighter jet on your port side come in over!" persisted Bonsia at the direction of her boss on the ground. "Base this is fighter 246 still no response. I'm going to get a little closer and see what I can see over!"

With that Bonsia skillfully moved her aircraft to a position from which she could see into the cockpit. She could see both the pilot and co-pilot slumped unconscious in their seats and reported this fact back to base.

Meanwhile onboard the Sleazy Jet flight Mars was watching the actions of the fighter through the window. "Oh 'eck!" he whispered.

Flyo was cruising at high speed through traffic towards London when suddenly blue lights began to flash in his rear view mirror. 'Darn it!' he cussed as he continued to maintain his speed, disreagrding the law enforecement on his tail.

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TE gave the order to fire and hung up the phone with a grim face. 'Lord help them!' she said before slumping back in her seat and awaiting the confirmation report that it had been done.

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Bonsai also saught confirmation 'Please confirm that I am to take out the target over' she asked.

The responce was to the affirmative and so Bonsia pulled up and away and moved towards a position from which she could launch her air to air missles at the plane.

'Sleazy Jet 123 this fighter 246 this is your final warning please re