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CHAPTER TWELVE

  Plymouth is a city and unitary authority area in the south coast of Devon, Stanton believed this was a key factor in target elements basing their operations there. Under its local government lack of oversight by national government under unitary authority left the back door open for influence of money and power supplied by the misguided. Situated about 310 km south-west of London between the mouths of the rivers Plym to the east and Tamar to the west, where they join Plymouth Sound. Since 1967, the City of Plymouth has included the suburbs of Plymton and Plymstock, which are on the east side of the River Plym.

  Plymouth's history goes back to the Bronze Age, when its first settlement grew at Mount Batten. This settlement continued to grow as a trading post for the Roman Empire, until the more prosperous village of Sutton, the current Plymouth, surpassed it. In 1620, the Pilgrim Fathers left Plymouth for the New World and established Plymouth Colony – the second English settlement in what is now the United States of America. During the English Civil War the town was held by the Parliamentarians and was besieged between 1642 and 1646. Throughout the Industrial Revolution, Plymouth grew as a major commercial shipping port, handling imports and passengers from the Americas, while the neighboring town of Devonport grew as an important Royal Naval shipbuilding and dockyard town. In 1914 the three neighboring and independent towns, the county borough of Plymouth, the county borough of Devonport, and the urban district of East Stonehouse were merged to form a single County Borough.

  The new, merged town took the name of Plymouth which, in 1928, achieved city status. The city's naval importance later led to its targeting and partial destruction during World War II, an act known as the Plymouth Blitz suffering a relentless pounding from Hitler’s Luftwaffe. After the war the city centre was completely rebuilt. Modern times see the city is home to around 250,000 people, making it the 19th most populous city in the United Kingdom. It is governed locally by Plymouth City Council and is represented nationally by three MPs one being Albert Hollis’s brother George formerly a plastic surgeon. Plymouth's economy is still strongly influenced by shipbuilding holding a wealth of technology and information, but was becoming a more service-based economy of late. It has the ninth largest university in the United Kingdom by number of students, the University of Plymouth, and the largest operational naval base in Western Europe – HMNB Devonport. The city has ferry links to France and Spain. If there was such a target tucked away from direct national control that could be influenced by the misguided Stanton believed Plymouth was a prime location. Launching operations to Ireland from the port in time’s gone by Stanton was familiar with city layout.

  Avoiding the terminal the chopper was only on the ground long enough for Bella and Stanton to alight with minimum hand luggage. Walking straight to the car park they found a silver Range Rover the keys on top of the front right hand wheel. The sun was about to crest the horizon and as they drove the four miles South West to Davenport the sun made mirror visibility difficult so Bella maintained direct visual to the rear of the vehicle but no surveillance could be detected.

  Truth being the sun had risen just like any other day in Plymouth the entire city void of any knowledge of the elite. Bella walked the street in front of the hairdressers; behind the address was a private off street car park for clients. The plan was take Rose after she had finished having her hair done to avoid calls that may bring attention to her absence. They toured the town passing Rose’s residence, ornate high fences and spectacular wrought iron gates gave the appearance of impregnability. A vehicle identified as belonging to Rose stood on the forecourt in front of the garage doors, Stanton was not surprised further evidence of her belief she was safe and oblivious to misconduct.

  They passed Brannigan’s family home, the windows were fitted with electric shutters the eves bristled with surveillance cameras of the precise standard used by MI, there was no sign of activity. They choose a strategic location between the hairdressers and the airport at which they planned to lure Brannigan using Rose as bait. Further study of Rose’s bank details revealed she attended a health club next to the airport on a regular basis, a location that would draw no suspicion if she summoned Brannigan.

  Rose arrived for her hairdressing appointment right on time, Stanton admired punctuality, Bella glared at the Blonde as she turned of the street and slowly navigated the alley way leading to the private car park to the rear of the premises.

  Bella waited ten minutes then entered the business to make an impromptu appointment, insisting she needed her hair done on short notice the male proprietor was taken with Bella’s beauty and buckled attending to Bella personally. He sat her opposite Rose whom read a magazine impervious to the bustling activity within the salon tending to some six clients. The strong aroma of chemicals and solvents at times stung Bella’s nasal passages bringing to mind plastic, she studied Rose’s face blessed with no signs of age and wondered to what extent her ample bosom was in fact plastic. Rose noticed Bella and occasionally studied her jet black hair and appealing lines, unfamiliar with Bella Rose asked a question as the rollers in her hair did their work. “Hi, you come from here,” Rose smiled making her jowl inserts obvious.

  Bella considered her weakness's against her strengths and adjusted her character to suit. “No just here to recharge my battery and take it easy.”

  “The health club near the airport has a great disco, you’d be popular there if you’re alone.” A hairdresser began taking the rollers out of Rose’s hair. “Continental young men come in on the ferries looking for action.”

  Bella wore a look of interest warming her face to the statement. “I suppose you know the best performers.”

  Rose lent forwards slightly to get closer to Bella, her hairdresser struggled to attend to her a she moved. “Oh yes.”

  Bella remembered Stanton referring to her gay abandonee approach, no idea what was about to happen to her, Bella pounced, she lent forward to get closer and looked slyly around each direction before asking. “Look, any chance you could put me on to a stud, well hung, young still bonking at seven in the morning.”

  “Oh darling I’m with you.”

  Bella’s hairdresser gave her a hand mirror, Bella looked around her face and head with the tool, she hated what he had done. She gave the mirror back with a smile. “Wow excellent thank you.”

  Rose’s hairdresser was nearing finishing her perm. “I’m in the car park out the back did you park there.”

  Bella thought quick. “Yes, I’ll pay and wait for you there would be a great help if you can show me round,” she put out her hand as she stood up. “Oh my names Jenny.”

  Rose shook her hand. “Rose, see you in the car park in five okay won’t be long here,” she looked Bella up and down. “Mmmm, don’t go running off with my men sweetie I know a couple of blacks that would kill to get there hands on you.”

  Bella offered a warm look of innocence as she sprayed expensive perfume form her bag around her neck and walked towards the door. “Okay tell me more.” She paid at the counter then walked into the street.

  She Spoke to Stanton parked next to the laneway and they moved their Range Rover down the laneway to the client car park. It was small with only one space left right next to Rose’s b lack Jag, the car park was surrounded by high walls on all sides the only door the rear access to the hairdressing salon. Bella waited in the slim gap between their vehicles shielding Stanton from view standing in front of the window. Rose appeared from the hairdressers waddling towards her car, she could see Bella twenty meters away she waved and smiled trotting across the bitumen towards her. Stanton studied her incredible bust line bouncing up and down as she trotted along, her shinning blonde curls flowing way past her exposed shoulders highlighted by her off the shoulders dress and low cut front.

  “Pheww, she's awesome,” he muttered.

  Bella smiled as she came towards her. “Keep your hands off this randy bitch,” she growled below her breath taking the wind from Stanton’s sails. Stanton had parked n
ose in and Rose’s car had been backed into place lining up the drivers seats on the same side. Bella walked out of the gap between the cars to let Rose in as there was room for only one, Rose concentrated on her driver’s door missing Stanton seated next to her. Bella produced a gun and growled at Rose. “Walk towards me you randy bitch, make a sound and I’ll gladly shut you down with a lead plug, not exactly the kind of plug you were hoping on tonight.”

  “Bella,” said Stanton as he opened the driver's door just past her in the gap, Rose turned to see Stanton looking over her, she backed up towards Bella the turned to talk to her.

  “Oh my god are you the Mafia, I thought we’d paid you in full.”

  “No we’re not the Mafia Mrs Fleming, far from it.” He grabbed her arm led her round to the passenger door opened it and pushed her in. He took her keys and handed them to Bella. “Crank it up, follow me to the rendezvous point.” He took some handcuffs from his jacket pocket and clamped Rose to the dash handle by her left wrist.

  She looked alluringly at Stanton inches away from his face. “Handcuffs, how exciting.”

  Bella pushed Stanton away and stood between them. She went nose to nose with Rose. “Touch him you plastic randy cow and I’ll…”

  Stanton put his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. “Move we have ten minutes,” he whispered.

  Stanton closed the door avoiding Rose’s intoxicating gaze, she wore perfume that gave a male an erection at fifty meters. Her perky breast eagerly held up the front of her off the shoulder dress short enough to reveal her perfectly waxed and tanned legs plus the fact she wore no panties. She ran her tongue up the glass at Stanton as he walked away.

  Bella started the Jag and looked daggers at Stanton as he climbed in his vehicle and made his way down the access way to the street. “You will call Brannigan when we get where we are going in five minutes.”

  She looked over at him oblivious to her fate, naive and blind to facts at hand Stanton’s appraisal was spot on. “Take me to a bed and you’ll never forget me,” she taunted. “Brannigan won’t mind we have an understanding.”

  “Really,” Stanton looked her up and down as he made his way toward the airport. “Two grand for half hour, some people have more money than sense.”

  She threw her head away looking the other way out the window, then back at him with contempt. “You’re with her,” she nodded towards Bella following them.

  “We are operatives from MI6, we need you to summon Brannigan for us, we need to talk to them.”

  She looked puzzled as if she was in deep thought. “MI6, Brannigan told me you wanted to kill him.”

  “Some elements in the organization will kill him on site, if he wants to stay alive he needs to talk to me.”

  “What’s you’re name?”

  Stanton looked at her as they waited for traffic lights to change. “John Stanton.”

  Her face filled with fear, Stanton looked puzzled. “I heard my dad talking about a man with that name a few days ago.”

  Stanton pulled away as the light turned green. “Really, what did he have to say?”

  “He said you were the most dangerous man in the world.”

  Stanton smiled at her with a giggle. “I see, could be someone else.”

  “I don’t think so, you oz power and confidence, men like you are dangerous.”

  “Gustav Fleming, very rich and powerful man. Should be satisfied with what he has. Your father is on my list of people to interview about some very naughty deals. Naughty you know all about that don’t you Rose. Dropping your dress and flashing that mind blowing torso will do nothing for you, Bella makes you look rather ordinary. That hurt’s does it not, you will call Brannigan to the health centre near the airport that you frequent or I’ll give you to Bella to interrogate, she has a morbid dislike of plastic tarts and will take pleasure in disfiguring your framework.”

  “No please don’t hurt or put any marks on me, I’ll do exactly what you ask.”

  “Brannigan, why.”

  “I was asked to have an affair with him, as long as I get sex and money that’s all I want. All this wheeling dealing and hide and seek stuff makes me sick. He kills people after my dad and his friends.”

  Stanton patted her hand resting on the centre consol, he looked at her and smiled. “Don’t panic, play your cards right and you’ll have some poor bastard jammed up you by tea time, that’s what seems to make you tick. Any shit and you can spend some time with Bella.”

  “I have security staff following me, they’ll rescue me when we stop.”

  “Two gorilla looking Scandinavian types probably double as masseurs.” Stanton griped her hand then patted her on the head. “Both unconscious in the boot of their Jaguar, same model as yours only white. Sack them both when you go home they are absolutely useless, I hope they're better at sex than they are at keeping you secure.”

  Rose looked straight out the window with a blank face. “What if Brannigan won’t come.”

  Rose’s dress had ridden up past her thighs revealing her perfectly heart shaped pubic hair, Stanton pulled the tight skirt up a bit further Rose didn’t resist. He had a good look. She pulled her top down below her heaving bosom, they sprang out bouncing to a stop. “What do you think now,” she asked with the face of a vixen.

  “He smiled and nodded as she adjusted her clothing back to part decency. “I think he’ll be straight here.”

  “What are you going to do with me?”

  “Nothing, you're just an innocent bystander living life as you want involved indirectly with something very sinister.”

  “What do you mean something sinister?”

  “Since when would you be concerned about such things?”

  “You’re the first one who ever made me interested.”

  Stanton looked at her raising his eyebrows with just the hint of a smile and it excited her. “Keep going as you are princess it’s who you are. Just between you and me if the situation was a little more convenient I’d bonk the living shit out of you.”

  She was silent looking straight forwards. “I’d have what Bella wanted,” she turned to him. “You can have me whenever you want, as I drain your body I’d think of her, what a bitch.”

  “Put the claws away, and there we have it, as long as you have what every other women wants your happiest. Don’t seek the sinister it’s only important when you seek to use it as a tool, such as get to me. You're still alive amongst this for many reasons, don’t give them the one reason to want you dead.”

  Stanton pulled up at a pay phone just short of the health centre, He removed the handcuffs then assisted Rose from the vehicle and stood at the pay phone door, Bella parked behind watching their every move. “If I ring from a pay phone he may be suspicious.”

  “Rubbish, you always use pay phones when contacting men or I’d know about it and so would everyone else.”

  Rose huffed turning toward the phone acting like a spoilt child. She loaded the phone with coins, dialled a number, Stanton memorised it. She waited a while. “There’s no answer.” She hung up.

  Stanton piked up the handpiece, took coins from his pocket and dialled the number, he listened, to the talking clock. He replaced the receiver. “I don’t have time for this, you’ll have to come with us at least we have the bait.”

  He took her arm. “No wait, please.” She lifted the receiver again, charged the coin slot and dialled a number Stanton again memorised it. “Bobbin darling, I’m at the club, I’m hot. Ten minutes that will be wonderful.” She replaced the handset.

  “Bobbin?”

  “It’s the signal we use for sex, he always comes quick then.”

  “I could understand that,” Stanton manhandled her back to the car and they drove the few hundred metres to the health club car park. Stanton choose a spot well to the back of the car park beneath some overhanging trees quiet and secluded.

  “How did you know this was the spot we use?”

  “Because if I was going to screw you th
is is the only place in the car park hidden, quiet and with full vision of the rest of the place.”

  Bella pulled the Jag up along side them, Stanton held Rose by the arm as they changed vehicle’s, he put her in the drivers seat and took the keys, handcuffed her to the wheel and closed the door. “In amongst the parked cars Bella, I’ll wave you over.”

  “Is he coming?”

  “We have about six minutes.”

  “She could blow you in two minutes.”

  “That long.”

  “John!”

  Stanton opened the driver’s door of the Range Rover, Bella climbed in, she glared at Rose’s smiling face and drove off. Stanton watched as she found a park between vehicles facing the target area a hundred metres away. Stanton climbed in the rear passenger seat behind Rose sitting low peeking over the top of the dash scanning the entrance way some hundred and fifty metres away. He pulled his revolver from his body holster and checked his weapon.

  “Oh god you have a gun.”

  “If I didn’t have a gun I would have been dead twenty years ago. Bobbin is a dangerous man, let him get in say nothing.”

  “I’m scared I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “What bonk someone in a car or wait in front of a loaded gun.”

  Rose lifted one side of her mouth in a sneer, Stanton wore a childish grin. “Bloody comedian, I bonk guys in cars every day I can’t help it I’ve tried to stop.”

  Stanton looked at Rose with a straight face she looked puzzled, he scanned the entrance as he spoke. “I don’t mind doing things like this for people like you Rose. You don’t try to be someone else or insist everyone should carry on like you; you just get on with it. Hardly a life that would be condoned by the Church but..”

  “The church minister here is one of my clients, every second Wednesday he takes ages.”

  Stanton blinked several times looking into space then laughed. He stroked her hair and patted her shoulder. “The Windsor system, sometimes I struggle.”

  “That’s his car.”

  Stanton hid behind the seat, a Land Rover pulled up beside Rose’s Jag, a male figure climbed out and nonchalantly climbed into the driver's seat beside Rose. He lent across to kiss her fondling her breast at the same time then noticed her cuffed hand and stopped dead. Stanton put his gun to his temple. “Sit back in the seat hands on the dash, one move and I won’t hesitate.” Brannigan complied; he could see Stanton’s reflection in the windscreen. Stanton moved his weapon pointing it at Brannigan’s back through the back of the passengers seat. “I’m John Stanton and I have no time for bollocks.”

  “I can see who you are,” snapped Brannigan. “Sent you to make a scape goat of me have they.”

  Stanton wore a sinister look as he squinted his eyes in thought. “Negative, I’m here for information, Polaris.”

  Brannigan sneered and turned his head from side to side slightly. “It’s too late, I couldn’t do anything about it, no matter where I went what lead I followed someone knew. All I can tell you is that the lots went to the Middle East, Iraq.”

  Stanton thought for a few seconds. “You tried to stop it?”

  “Look I was involved, I’m hooked on Rose here she could sell sand to the Arabs. Once I really thought about what I was doing I turned on them and they are using the Mafia anyone to get me.”

  Stanton looked at Rose, she looked away. “Who got you to do this Rose?”

  “George.”

  “George Hollis?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wonder he hasn’t had a heart attack.”

  “Nothing wrong with George’s dick it works fine and it’s big he…”

  Stanton raised his voice. “Rose, the facts, he had you suck Brannigan in used blackmail threatening to tell Brannigan’s wife he was bonking you.”

  “I don’t know they send me men and I blow them.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Stanton frisked Brannigan’s smart suede jacket.

  “I’m not armed no point.”

  Stanton climbed out of the vehicle and waved Bella in, the Range Rover slowly approached the scene and pulled up beside them Bella holding her handgun poised to fire. Stanton opened the passenger door and Brannigan climbed out. “We’ll take you with us, we have Sheldon.”

  “Sheldon he has the plans, where is he I want to talk to him.”

  Stanton sighed, he lent over to Rose undoing her cuffs, she licked his face, her eyes twinkled with the look of a vixen. “Get out you’ll have to come with us.”

  She climbed out and slammed the door. “I have work this afternoon.”

  Stanton opened the rear door of the Range Rover. “She’ll have to come with us Bella.”

  “I am not taking her to the Island she’ll bonk the staff to death the randy bitch.”

  Brannigan stood back he saw the rage in Bella’s face. “Bella, how long do you think Rose would last now we have Brannigan, as soon as they find out Rose will be dead, she’s a victim not a perpetrator.”

  “The bitch has got to you has she.”

  Stanton sighed. “I’ll leave the decision with you, come on Brannigan get in the passengers seat we’re out of here.” Stanton and Brannigan climbed in the Range Rover, Bella stood looking daggers at Rose about to cry waiting close by. Bella suddenly opened the rear door and beckoned with a sway of her head to Rose. Rose hastily climbed in the back of the vehicle, her dress rode up, Bella was taken by surprise as she was sexually aroused, Bella closed her eyes and looked away slamming the door. Stanton fired up the vehicle as Bella climbed in beside Rose looking out the window avoiding eye contact, their perfumes clashed and aroused the erogenous zones of the male occupants. She suddenly turned to Rose her hair flying around. “And put your bloody knickers on,” she grabbed the headrest looking through the centre of the seat at Stanton. “She is not setting foot on the island without her knickers.” Bella sat back in her seat folding her arms pistol still in one hand.

  Stanton and Brannigan wore hidden smiles, Stanton opened the glove box of the vehicle and handed Brannigan a revolver. Brannigan took the weapon looking shocked and puzzled. “You trust me with this?”

  Stanton looked round at Rose then back at Brannigan. “I thought about it myself, she’s some weapon. I need you alive so shot to kill.”

  Brannigan took the weapon, Bella pushed herself back in her seat that hard it lifted her but clear and she thumped back down glaring at Rose. “Humph.”

  Stanton looked in the rear vision mirror as he accessed the main road toward the airport only several hundred metres away. “Radio the chopper in Bella,” he could see her eyes of fire in the mirror. “And put your gun away everyone can see it.”

  Bella put her gun in her handbag and pulled out a small transmitter, she made a radio call. “Elite air this is zero zero three rendezvous immediately, two males, one female and one complete bitch of a thing.”

  There was an immediate response the responder talking between laughs. “Elite air roger, ha ha, ETA, ha ha, two minutes.

  Stanton raised his voice looking at Rose with a reassuring smile. “Bella!” He looked across at Brannigan then watched the road. “You can never go home Rose, you work for us now.”

  Bella looked at Stanton’s eyes in the mirror. “Oh my god,” Bella said with displeasure.

  Stanton lifted one eyebrow briefly looking at Brannigan then back at the road as he turned into the airport. “Humph, two nuclear weapons with hair triggers now.” Brannigan cracked up laughing. “Meet Bella Elizabeth Fonteyn most dangerous women on the planet.”

  Brannigan looked Bella up a down, her chest heaved with rage and her eyes sparkled with lust as he looked upon her. “I’ve heard about her, and it’s all true.”

  Rose suddenly fired up looking daggers at Bella. “You hussy bitch, keep your eyes off him, your nothing but a gun wielding tart.”

  “How dare you talk to me like that you brazen cow.”

  Rose flew at Bella and they started to claw at each other, fighting but not wa
nting to harm one another. Brannigan attempted to stop them but Stanton pulled him up. “Wow, hang on there just letting off a bit of steam leave em. Besides their tearing each others clothes off shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”