Chapter 2. The Vulcan's cargo.
It was little past dinner time and the Vulcan, the largest cargo plane in the US air force's fleet, was approximately 10.000 feet above the Pacific.
The Vulcan was on its way from Osato industry's based in Tokyo, the worlds largest privately funded Space program, towards the US military base on Hawaii.
Cargo flights between Osato industry's and the US army were a common practice seeing as Osato was under a military contract to manufacture space crafts for the army.
But this particular flight was special because instead of machine parts or disassembled equipment, the Vulcan was ferrying the fully operational Icarus space craft on its back.
The Icarus was the first of its kind as it was designed to fly much like a regular plane both in outer space and within the atmosphere capable of multiple journey's.
It was also equipped with a state of the art radar jamming system and a high tech laser cannon, with enough firepower to blast a crater the size of a city block on the surface of the moon.
The Icarus obviously represented a sizable investment for the army and Captain Joanna Bashful and her co pilot Nila, two of the air forces best and most promising new pilots, had been selected to bring it across the Pacific safely.
The Vulcan had been in the air for the better part of the night and its passenger were getting anxious to get her 800 dollar Gucci heels back on the ground.
CIA agent Madison Sparkle sat in her seat in the cargo hold, her chin resting on the back of her hand and gazed bored out of her mind through the small egg shaped window on her right.
It wasn't everyday that you got to ride in a plane with a prototype space shuttle strapped to its back but the novelty of it had worn itself out after a surprisingly short time.
She glanced at the ladder at the back of the hold that had been specially designed to allowed people to access the Icarus midflight without leaving the Vulcan.
The ladder led up an air sealed tunnel that ended with a hatch controlled by a keypad.
The laminated card that contained the codes to the keypad were in the right cup of Madison's white Victoria's secret push up bra.
Madison had been assigned to the flight with the objective of guarding those codes as well as the starting codes of the control computer aboard the Icarus and if need be, destroy them if the Vulcan were to come under attack.
Madison was more than a little annoyed over such a dull assignment and wondered why on earth it wasn't given to a less valuable agent, someone who had time to waist.
After all she was one of the agency's top agents, she had even worked with Nick Carter and survived... twice.
Another thing that got on Madison's nerve was the way the Vulcan's cargo officer kept looking at her from his seat opposite her.
He sat there staring into space without a word and if it weren't for the occasional glance he took at Madison's long, smooth legs or down her blouse when she reached forward, she might have thought he was a blind mute.
The man's name as indicated by his name tag was Nino.
He had red curly hair, freckles and he was unusually thin and all together creepy.
His face was disturbingly ugly, it was as if he had been touched by some benevolent curse as a child.
His nose was flat, big and crooked, his eyes too far from each other and the enormous ears stuck out on the sides, his eyebrows were three times thicker that any man's should be, the skin was dry and chapped and the teeth were dark yellow.
Madison made sure to keep her handbag that containing her glock within reach and she had even disengaged the safety catch...just in case.
Nino, was a man of rigor's discipline in all aspects of his life except when it came to women and when faced with a delicate beauty like Madison, he couldn't resist the urge to drink in her beauty with his eyes.
His bad looks, his cold nature and utter lack of social skills meant that the only times he got to lay his hand on a beautiful woman's body was when he paid for it and paid handsomely.
At that moment he wanted nothing more than to touch her.
He had memorised every last detail about her, from the long, straight light brown hair that ran down her shoulders, her firm inviting breasts, nuzzled inside her tight, sleeveless white blouse, who's top button was left unbuttoned so her ample cleavage was well represented.
When she leaned forward, he could clearly see down to the center of her bosom.
Nino had even seen a hint of her white panty's when she had crossed her legs and gave him a moments look up her gray skirt.
He liked that she kept her spectacular legs bare so he could admire her smooth skin and imagine what it would be like to run his hand across her thighs.
But his favorite memory of Madison would without a doubt be of the playful way she let one of her high heels dangle loose of the tip of her bare toes as she looked out the Vulcan's window and the gold braclet on her right ancle.
Nino knew her age to be in the early forty's from her file that he had received when she was assigned to the flight but she could easily pass for ten years younger.
CIA agent Madison Sparkle was was truly a sight to behold.
http://jenniferanistonsource.com/galler ... fullsize=1 Captain Bashful didn't much fit the typical image of an air force pilot.
She was a remarkably beautiful woman in her late twenty's who's looks made most people assume that she was a model or a rich man's mistress rather than a pilot.
She was petite in form but her spectacular legs stretched as far as the eye could see.
The skin was dark as were the eyes and the long, flowing hair as black as the jungle night.
The dark blue pilot's jacket, matching miniskirt, dark pantyhose, black heels and authoritative pilot's cap painted the picture of a very confident, professional woman that wasn't ashamed to flaunt her obvious sexual appeal.
http://www.milak.org/gallery/displayima ... fullsize=1Captain Bashful reached out from her seat at the Vulcan's controls in the cockpit and recalibrated the wing flaps to match the Vulcan's new altitude, set the autopilot and rubbed her eyes tired.
It had been a long flight and she was longing for the warm bed, the bottle of cold champagne and most of all, the smoldering hot body of her lover, Juliette, that were all waiting for her at the hotel suite in the Radisson inn near the military base.
She glanced over at Nila who had just pulled a lipstick from her jacket pocket.
Nila...
http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php? ... wt&thumb=6... was a truly stunning petite english girl at the same age as Bashful with lovely features and a smile that could melt a politician's heart.
Captain Bashful felt a surge of lust rush through her body, the area around her panty's especially, as her eyes moved from Nila's black heels, up her long legs that looked particularly inviting in the skintight, black leather pants, that were in fact so tight that if she were to have a band aid on her thigh it would leave an impression in the leather.
The captain's hazel eyes continued up to Nila's bright red pilot's jacket adorned with gold buttons, that was straining to withhold her sublime breasts contained.
Bashful's gaze traveled up Nila's rosy cheeks, past the long hair that cascaded down her back from under her black pilot cap, that served to complete her uniform, was light brown almost blond.
Captain Bashful's tongue ran sensually across her lower lip as her eyes followed the lipstick running over Nila's moist and inviting lips.
"Got a hot date tonight?"
Bashful asked with a tone of jealousy in her voice.
"No, just like to look my best."
Nila replied.
"Mission accomplished."
Bashful said with a playful smile.
Nila smiled at Bashful's complement.
Her cute british, slightly cockney accent really appealed to Captain Bashful.
She wondered what it would be like to kiss her.
Nila placed the cap back on the lipstick and turned her head to Bashful.
The smile had gone from her lips.
"You know I am terribly sorry about having to do this."
She said.
"Do what?"
Bashful asked oblivious to the meaning of Nila's words.
Nila twisted the cap on the lipstick counterclockwise and a little red light came on at the bottom of the lipstick.
"This."
Nila said as she dropped the lipstick on the cockpit floor between them.
Nila quickly reached out and grabbed her oxygen mask that hung of the side of her seat and slipped it over her face.
Bashful's eyes widened as she understood what was about to happen but before she could get her mask or alert the navigator sitting behind them, the lipstick exploded with a tiny bang and red gas flooded the cockpit in seconds.
Instantly Bashful felt the poisonous gas fill her mouth, nostril's and lungs.
She desperately gasped for breath and her hands instinctively grabbed her throat as she couldn't breath.
Her face writhed with the horrible pain that she felt in her lungs, they felt like they were on fire.
The unfortunate captain began trashing in her seat, her body heaving against the safety straps that confined her to her seat.
The thrashing caused her captain's cap to fall of her head and release her flowing black hair down her shoulders.
Her feet kicked wildly on the floor and banging under the control panel.
The black heels fell of her pantyhose clad feet and her toes wriggled and curled on the floor as the poison moved through her nervous system.
Nila watched with cold indifference as the beautiful captain battled pointlessly to keep her life without knowing she had already lost it.
She glanced over her shoulder to see if the navigator wasn't doing the same.
No, he was already dead, slumped back in his seat, blood running from his mouth.
She looked back at Bashful who was in her last throws of struggling.
In a few seconds she too would succumb to the lethal gas.
Nila knew that it affected the lungs and eroded them from inside, causing the victim to drown in their own blood in under thirty seconds.
Bashful's face was painted with fear and pain and her hands were still clutching her throat.
Her eyes met Nila's and Nila read the question burning on Bashful's soft lips.
Why?
Bashful's ample breasts heaved once more against her pilot's jacket and then the sank and she slumped down in her seat.
The hands fell to her sides and dangled limply of the armrests.
Her head fell down on her shoulder and her feet lay still on the floor.
Nila looked into her hazel eyes and saw that whatever spark there had been in them, whatever life, was now gone.
A lock of her long, jet black hair covered the left part of her face.
There was nothing in her eyes but the look of betrayal.
Her lips were slightly parted and a thick stream of blood ran down out of the center of her mouth and dribbled off of her chin onto her shoulder.
Captain Joanna Bashful was dead.
Nila looked at her watch and waited for a little while until the gas had dissolved into the air.
She had been told it took just under a minute.
When the time was up she very carefully pulled off her oxygen mask and tested the air.
It was safe.
Nila quickly unbuckled herself and went over to Bashful's body.
She unbuckled her and hooked her arms under her armpits and pulled the lifeless captain from her seat and dragged her to the back of the cockpit.
Bashful's pantyhose clad toes dragged on the floor and her chin rested against her breasts as she was dragged.
Nila lowered her to the ground and bent down besides her.
She carelessly ripped Bashful's pilot's jacket open, revealing the dark blue lace bra that she wore underneath.
Nila took a moment to admire Bashful's spectacular figure before she stuck her hand inside the dark blue bra and felt around.
Bashful's expressionless, dead eyes watched Nila as she fumbled around inside the bra, feeling her breast.
Had she been alive, she'd have really enjoyed it but instead she felt nothing.
Nila finally found what she had been looking for and pulled it out.
The silver key that unlocked the disengage mechanism for the Icarus space shuttle.
Now all she needed was the start codes for the Icarus's computer program.
She sat down in the captain's seat and disengaged the autopilot and quickly turned the course back towards Japan.
Madison had nearly slipped into a coma brought on by boredom when she noticed that the full moon that moments earlier had been on the horizon was now shifting to the other side of the plane.
This seemed odd to her and she racked her brain to come up with an explanation to this odd occurance.
Seconds later she understood it and she blammed the soul crushing boredom for her slow mind.
The Vulcan was turning around.
Why hadn't the captain made an announcment or consulted her.
Madison's training and experiance but most of all her gut, told her that there was something really off about this.
She reached inside her handbag, pulled out the glock and rose from her seat.
Nino looked at her strangely.
"What's the matter?"
He asked confused.
"We're turning around and I have a feeling somethings wrong. Stay in your seat. I'll go have a look up in the cockpit."
Madison said with authority in her voice.
Nino nodded and sat still but with doubtful look.
There was a hint of excitment in her face, perhaps this wasn't going to be as dull as she thought.
She huried up the stairs to the cockpit, her gun in hand and her heels clicking on the metal steps.
The moment she reached the top step, she heard a familiar and terrifing sound from behind her.
Madison froze in her steps, her eyes wide open and the cold shiver of dread going through her.
It was the sound of a gun's hammer being cocked.
She slowly looked over her right shoulder and looked back into the cargo hold to see Nino standing at the bottum of the steps with a silenced .22 pistol trained on her.
Judging by the calmness in his face and the steadyness of his hand, he was no amiture when it came to guns or at pointing them at people for that matter.
A beat of sweat ran down Madison's forehead and she tightened her grip on the glock that she held at her side.
Madison slowly turned on the spot so she faced him, her glock still at her side, she knew he had the drop on her and she cursed herself for being so careless.
They looked at each other, no words spoken.
There was no need for words, his eyes told the whole story.
Madison sighed with disappointment and then as fast as she could, she raised her glock, hoping she'd get lucky but she knew in her heart that it was pointless but she had to try.
Nino's pistol whispered once, spitting fire.
"Aaarrgghhh..."
Madison gasped painfully.
The glock fell from her hand and clanged on the metal steps as it fell down them.
Madison staggered sideways and grabbed onto the railing with her right hand to keep herself from falling.
Her beautiful face whinched from the burning pain she felt in her chest and looked down at the tiny hole in her blouse, where the small .22 calibre bullet had ripped into her firm left breast, about two inches above the nipple from the looks of it.
A small scarlet stain was spreading in a perfect radius all around the tiny hole in the white blouse and a single red stream trickled out of it and ran down the outside of her breast.
Madison sighed with deep sadness as the fact that she was dying came clear to her.
She didn't believe it, after all that she had survived, all the dictators and meglomaniacs she had killed, all the evil plots she had foiled, she had now been taken off guard and killed by an ugly man with freakles and red curls.
It felt surreal.
Her legs trembled under her and she fell against the railing with her back.
She moved her left hand up to the fatal wound in her left breast and pressed down on it and she felt her own blood wet her fingers.
Her breathing was short and difficult and she felt the unwelcome taste of blood on her tongue.
A cold shiver moved through her from the top of the head down to the tips of her toes.
She looked up from her bleeding breast and at Nino at the bottum of the steps with sadness and tears in her eyes.
There was nothing in his eyes, no emotion, no regret, no simpathy, just cold professionalism.
"I...wwas..n't...eeven...suppos..t tt..o...be..heree...I..t's.. not...f...ffaii...rr....aarrhhhhhh..."
The top agent moaned with tears in her eyes as the crualty's of life wash over her.
Her spectacular legs gave away under her and she lost her grip on the railing and fell.
Nino watched as the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, tumbled down the hard metal steps.
She came to a stop at the buttom of the steps right at his feet with a loud thud and she lay perfectly still, dead.
Madison's dead body lay with her arms sprawled out on the floor over her head, her right leg lying up on the buttom steps of the stairs and her left bent under her right one.
She had lost the shoe of her left foot in the tumble and it lay abandoned on the fifth step like Cinderella's glass slipper.
The right shoe dangled off of the tip of her bare toes on the foot that was propped up on the steps, swinging softly from side to side.
Her lips were parted and a thick line of blood ran down from the corner of her mouth down her cheek.
The tearful eyes stared up at Nino with shock.
The radius of the scarlet stain had more than double in size and now it covered most of her breast.
Nino waisted no time and quickly tucked his pistol back inside his uniform and grabbed Madison's body by the wrists and dragged her away from the stairs so she didn't block the path.
The dangling shoe fell of her foot as it fell on the floor from the bottum step and her bare toes dragged on the cold cargo hold floor as Nino moved her.
He let her drop on the floor, bent down beside her and ripped her white blouse open.
He couldn't help himself from staring at her magnificent bosum for a moment.
The bullet had passed through the white lace bra and the left cup wa sentierly soaked through in her blood and most of the breast was stained with it as blood continued to seep out of the hole in it.
It was just as well that Madison was dead and didn't have to see or feel his cold, boney fingers slide into the right bra cup and fumble about for the laminated cards that had the codes on them.
The boney hand lingered inside the bra a good few seconds after he had found the cards.
Then Nino's professionalisam came back to him and he quickly withdrew the hand and left Madison Sparkle's lifeless body spread-eagled on the cold cargo hold floor, barefoot with her white blouse open and her bloodstained breasts exposed.
This was far from the dignified end, she had felt her long and successful carreer as a spy deserved.
Nila sat at the Vulcan's control's after having disengaged the tracking beacon, making it undetecable on radar.
The cabin door opened and she glanced over her shoulder to see Nino walking in.
He stepped over captain Bashful's beautiful but dead body and past the navigator's corpse, slung back in his seat without a second glance and sat down in the co pilot's seat next to Nila.
Nila didn't like him one bit, he gave her the creeps but for twenty million euro's she was willing to endure his company for the remainder of the flight.
"Have any trouble with that spy woman?"
Nila asked.
"No. She died easily enough. Now keep quiet and do your job and fly. Silently."
He blurted out annoyed at this unneeded and unprofessional question.
Nila rolled her eyes in her head and turned her head back forward.
This was going to be a long flight.
It was well after midnight in London but still there were lights were on in most of the windows of the Universal Exports office building.
This was by no means unusual as this building was in fact the headquarters of Her majesties secret service and since spy's rarely adhere to business hours, it was standard practice for work to go on at all hours.
An older gentleman with an alarmingly large mustache, that had a habit of passing the building every night as he walked his Jack Russell Terrier frequently wondered why on earth people in the exporting business were required to put in so many hours every day.
Clearly it was a more demanding profession than he realized.
Inside her office on the top floor of the Universal Exporst building M sat with her reading glass's on, unhappily reading through a police report from the south of Spain.
Reading about the body's of two women turning up in Spain earlier that day did nothing to improve her already foul mood.
"Christ I miss the bloody cold war. What the hell's Bond's playing at now?"
She muttered irritated to herself.
Bond's escapades in Spain the day before had cost her an evening out at her favorite club Blades, London's most exclusive gentlemen's club.
It had been a remarkable day in the long history of Blades when Barbara Mawdsley (M) had been the first woman granted membership since Blades opening in the mid 18th century.
Bond had been her guest there on a number of occasions but now he could forget an invite anytime soon.
The intercom on her desk buzzed and the voice of M's trusty secretary came through it.
"Nick Carter's on the scrambled line from AXE headquarters. Say's its urgent."
Moneypenny announced.
This didn't do anything to brighten M's spirit.
Sure she liked Carter, even respected him and felt he was both a reliable and an excellent agent, certainly much better to deal with than that cold bastard he worked for but he had a nasty habit of getting M's agents killed in recent times and a call from him couldn't possibly mean good news.
Reluctantly M picked up the receiver of her red situation phone.
"Yes? This better not be you asking for another agent on loan again."
M said dryly.
"Evening M. No I am afraid this is a much more annoying request. Ever heard of the Icarus program?"
Nick's voice said on the other line.
A few minutes into Carter's explanation, M's brows were more alarmingly furrowed than they had been for months.
"Carter, I need to put you on hold a moment."
M said abruptly.
"Of course, no problem. Go ahead"
Carter replied politly as if she had offered him a choice in the matter.
M pressed on the intercom and a moment later Moneypenny had appeared in the doorway.
A frown came to M's face as she saw Moneypenny wearing a tasteful cocktail dress and longer heels than usual.
She had come back to the office after attending a showing of the Breakfast at Tiffany's musical on West End accompanied by a handsome doctor, who's invitation she had only accepted as 007 was out of the country.
"Yes?"
Moneypenny asked in her trademarked pleasant tone.
"Where's 007?"
M asked dead serious.
"His plane's due first thing in the morning ma'am."
Moneypenny replied, her eyes lit up at the very mention of Bond.
"Well message him not to bother with taking his luggage home and to meet me at Blades for breakfast at 9pm sharp"
M said firmly.
"Right away M."
Moneypenny said before she closed the door behind her.
"Damn."
M muttered under her breath, so much for keeping Bond out of Blades.
Chapter 3. Breakfast at Blades.
Coming soon.
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