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Tokyo Terror: Beware the Red Dragon
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Migoz2
Senator
Barb, is that you?!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Tamiko might become good friends with Seattle Barb!
windar
Teller of Tales
Epilog, Part 1. Wednesday, 11 July, 12:30. Daniel K Inouye International Airport, Honolulu, Hawaii.
Stan Goldman finished the last of his California rolls and washed it down with a sip of green tea. It wasn’t anywhere near as good as what he’d had in Tokyo, but what could you expect in the United Airlines concourse at Honolulu airport?
He smiled across at Tamiko, who returned the favor. They had spent the last week on Guam, she recovering from her ordeal, along with the three Korean women, all of them being debriefed, along with Bill Johnson, by Carolyn Sheehan and a team that had flown out from Langley.
Barbara Moore and Sherri Merriweather had accompanied the Senator back to DC, where he had urgent business. They would presumably receive the appropriate care and debriefing there. Rank has its privileges.
The Koreans had gone back to Seoul.
Bill had flown back to Washington with the CIA team and Carolyn, who was due to start her vacation back home. It had seemed to Stan that the two of them were on very friendly terms, but perhaps he had read too much into their interactions. Or perhaps not…
“You know you are always welcome to come and stay with me,” Stan told Tamiko. “No strings attached.”
“I’ve had enough strings attached in the last couple of weeks to last me a lifetime,” she replied.
Stan laughed. “No kidding,” he said.
“I appreciate the offer, really Stan, but I’m not ready to get involved with anyone right now.”
“I understand perfectly,” he replied. “Staying with your old college roommate in Toronto seems like a good plan,” he continued.
“Yes, she and her husband are very kind to put me up. My parents will come and visit in a week or two. They have friends in the area also from their time living there.”
“How much do you plan to tell them?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll decide when we’re face to face.”
Stan nodded.
Tamiko looked at the large TV screen that dominated the café. “They’re boarding my flight,” she said. She was flying via San Francisco. Stan was booked on a flight a couple of hours later to Newark.
They rose, deposited their trays in the proper receptacles and strolled to her gate. They sat silently until her boarding group was called. He gave her a quick hug. “You have my number,” he said. She nodded and turned. He watched her until she disappeared.
As he walked towards his gate, he passed a gate where a flight to Seattle was scheduled to leave around the same time as his flight to Newark. ‘Well, it is more or less on the way,’ he thought. ‘And I have an open-ended ticket.’
Friday, July 13 14:05, Seattle, Washington
Stan sat in his rental car, sipping a coffee. It was the beverage that Seattle was famous for, though this didn’t taste any different than what he had back in New York.
It hadn’t taken too much detective work to find the house. He knew Barb’s brother’s name and she had mentioned the neighborhood he lived in. It was a nice one, to be sure, the houses mostly hidden behind rows of evergreen hedges. A much better class of stakeout than most that he’d done.
He’d been there since 9:00, parked a few doors down the street with a good view of her brother’s house, stocked with a thermos of coffee, some donuts and a sandwich, but hadn’t seen anyone leave the house. But, it was a sunny day, neither too hot nor too cool and he knew Barb liked to run.
It was then that Stan saw, out of the corner of his eye, a figure descending the path from Barb’s brother’s house. She was clad in a maroon and gold University of Minnesota T shirt, a pair of very short blue running shorts and running shoes.
She bent to do her stretches, facing away from Stan. He stared longingly at her tight little ass. Then she started jogging towards him. Stan put down his coffee and opened the car door and got out. “Barb!” he called.
She stopped and stared…
Stan Goldman finished the last of his California rolls and washed it down with a sip of green tea. It wasn’t anywhere near as good as what he’d had in Tokyo, but what could you expect in the United Airlines concourse at Honolulu airport?
He smiled across at Tamiko, who returned the favor. They had spent the last week on Guam, she recovering from her ordeal, along with the three Korean women, all of them being debriefed, along with Bill Johnson, by Carolyn Sheehan and a team that had flown out from Langley.
Barbara Moore and Sherri Merriweather had accompanied the Senator back to DC, where he had urgent business. They would presumably receive the appropriate care and debriefing there. Rank has its privileges.
The Koreans had gone back to Seoul.
Bill had flown back to Washington with the CIA team and Carolyn, who was due to start her vacation back home. It had seemed to Stan that the two of them were on very friendly terms, but perhaps he had read too much into their interactions. Or perhaps not…
“You know you are always welcome to come and stay with me,” Stan told Tamiko. “No strings attached.”
“I’ve had enough strings attached in the last couple of weeks to last me a lifetime,” she replied.
Stan laughed. “No kidding,” he said.
“I appreciate the offer, really Stan, but I’m not ready to get involved with anyone right now.”
“I understand perfectly,” he replied. “Staying with your old college roommate in Toronto seems like a good plan,” he continued.
“Yes, she and her husband are very kind to put me up. My parents will come and visit in a week or two. They have friends in the area also from their time living there.”
“How much do you plan to tell them?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll decide when we’re face to face.”
Stan nodded.
Tamiko looked at the large TV screen that dominated the café. “They’re boarding my flight,” she said. She was flying via San Francisco. Stan was booked on a flight a couple of hours later to Newark.
They rose, deposited their trays in the proper receptacles and strolled to her gate. They sat silently until her boarding group was called. He gave her a quick hug. “You have my number,” he said. She nodded and turned. He watched her until she disappeared.
As he walked towards his gate, he passed a gate where a flight to Seattle was scheduled to leave around the same time as his flight to Newark. ‘Well, it is more or less on the way,’ he thought. ‘And I have an open-ended ticket.’
Friday, July 13 14:05, Seattle, Washington
Stan sat in his rental car, sipping a coffee. It was the beverage that Seattle was famous for, though this didn’t taste any different than what he had back in New York.
It hadn’t taken too much detective work to find the house. He knew Barb’s brother’s name and she had mentioned the neighborhood he lived in. It was a nice one, to be sure, the houses mostly hidden behind rows of evergreen hedges. A much better class of stakeout than most that he’d done.
He’d been there since 9:00, parked a few doors down the street with a good view of her brother’s house, stocked with a thermos of coffee, some donuts and a sandwich, but hadn’t seen anyone leave the house. But, it was a sunny day, neither too hot nor too cool and he knew Barb liked to run.
It was then that Stan saw, out of the corner of his eye, a figure descending the path from Barb’s brother’s house. She was clad in a maroon and gold University of Minnesota T shirt, a pair of very short blue running shorts and running shoes.
She bent to do her stretches, facing away from Stan. He stared longingly at her tight little ass. Then she started jogging towards him. Stan put down his coffee and opened the car door and got out. “Barb!” he called.
She stopped and stared…
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Great line
I'll bet 'the husband' was VERY keen
A cliffhanger? Or is there more in epilog 2? We wait to see.
Excellent Windy.
Epilog, Part 2. Saturday, 15 July, 16:10, Office of Senator, Hobart G. Moore.
“What the fuck is this, Merriweather?” demanded the Senator, pointing at an envelope lying on the far corner of his desktop.
“It’s my letter of resignation, Hobart.”
“Resignation? You can’t do that now! We’re about to begin difficult negotiations with the Administration over the next federal budget and the other side is playing their damnable games again. I need you now!”
“No sir, today is my last day, and that which happened just a few minutes ago was the last time you’ll ever get to fuck me,” she retorted, pulling up her panties and lowering her skirt, after straightening up from where she had been bent face down over his desk.
The Senator stared at her in wide-eyed astonishment, pants still gathered around his ankles.
“I can destroy you, Sherri! You know that.”
“I doubt it. I already checked to see that the six million promised me back in Tokyo is safely deposited in my Swiss bank account. It is. And besides, should I go to the press with lurid tales of how you fucked me over this very desk back when I was a naive college intern just arrived here from Winona, Minnesota, we’ll see who will be destroyed.”
“You were more than willing.”
“No, not really … you were powerful and I was simply scared … frightened that I’d lose the plum internship I’d worked so hard to obtain. No, Hobart. The press will have a field day, and there’ll be an investigation, possible censure, even a case for the courts … your political career ruined!”
***************
Sunday, 16 July, 13:39. On the Baltic coast somewhere near Gräddö, Sweden.
Gun Thorell stretched lazily and rolled over on her side to give Annika a gentle poke in the ribs.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep, Annika. The guys will be here soon with the food and drink.”
“I know. I wasn’t falling asleep.”
“Your eyes were closed, and the sun is warm. I know it was making me feel drowsy.”
“No, I was just recalling all that we went through together through in Tokyo just a few days ago, and thinking how fortunate we are to be back safe in Sweden, lying on this ancient granite slab, soaking up the warmth of that midsummer sun … about to gather with our closest friends.”
“Yeah. You realize it’s only been a little over three weeks since we were here, at this very spot, partying with our friends?”
“Uh-huh. As I recall you and I were wrestling with Barb, getting her to remove her bikini bottom, laughing and playfully rolling about in the nude by the time the guys arrived.”
“Yes, I remember. And I wish Barb was here now.”
“Me too.”
“Where is she?”
“Had to go back to Minnesota … something to do with her position at the university there. Needed to report in to her Dean. Don’t know exactly what the issue was, although I gathered there was a problem of some kind with her research budget. In any case, she promised to be back in Uppsala later this summer. I understand she’s going to be doing some work with Åke up in Sollefteå.”
“That and getting herself laid every time Åke can get her in bed, I’ll bet.
“Ha! Or laid out on that old torture rack he keeps in basement museum.
Did Åke really stretch her out on that thing? I wish I had been there at the time to have seen that.”
“He did … or more accurately, she allowed him to do it. He even got in a few lashes across her boobs and belly before she put an end to it.”
“Amazing, how she always manages to get herself in trouble. Oh! Listen? I think I hear the guys coming now. We ought to put our bottoms back on so as not be bare-assed when they get here.”
“Right.”
“Oh, by the way. What’s going on with you and Bertil Hansson? I noticed when the guys met our SÄPO plane at Arlanda on Friday that you went off alone with Bertil in his car while the rest of us rode back to Uppsala in the police van.”
“Yeah, it was quite a reception at the airport wasn’t it? Everyone was there … Chief Björklund, old Fintväder, most of the Uppsala detective squad, tv film crews … and much to my surprise, even the Prime Minister. And good old, Bulldozer, as always, managed to make a total ass of himself by insisting on making a self-congratulatory speech.”
“You’re avoiding my question, Gun.”
“Yes, I was. But if you really must know … Bertil and I stopped off at a hotel before returning to Uppsala.”
“Nooooo!”
“What about Maj? His wife?”
“Off visiting her sister in Sundsvall,” so he said.
“How long have you two been …?”
“Only once before … that’s the truth … but …”
“Okay. I won’t ask for details. Here come the guys!”
**************
Syndicate headquarters, undisclosed location somewhere in China. Sunday, 16 July, 20:52 (13:52 Swedish time).
“Have you seen this?”
“No, what is it?”
“News item picked off Swedish television … “
“This is several days old … “
“I know, but you might want to view it …. It’s a video of that windbag Chief of the Swedish Security Service, SÄPO, bragging about how he singlehandedly masterminded and led a lightening rescue strike in Tokyo to free those two Swedish cops, Thorell and Sjöberg, along with that American thorn in our side, Barbara Moore, from that Tokyo sex club where we had consigned them to a life of sex slavery.”
“This apparently happened days ago, and this is the first I’ve heard of it? And from that Swedish moron, Bulldozer Olsson, no less?” Where is Sato? Why didn’t he get in touch with us? The Red Dragon is his place, right? We sold those women to him as I recall.
“Monitoring Swedish news is not exactly high priority. And it seems the Tokyo police have been holding Sato for questioning since his club was raided.”
“Will they let him go?”
“Of course they will. It’s all for show until things die down. He owns them, after all.”
“And what about our operative in Tokyo? Why haven’t we heard from him?”
“He seems to have vanished into thin air.”
“Coward! He’ll pay for that. No one vanishes for long when the Syndicate wants them dead. Track him down and have him eliminated. And make sure that other heads roll as well. Everyone involved in the operation to abduct and deliver those women to Sato at the Red Dragon is to be eliminated. The Syndicate does not tolerate failure.”
“Of course. Consider it done. I understand that the American billionaire and Senator, Hobart Moore, had a hand in this. Barbara Moore, as you know, is his daughter.”
“Yes, that makes sense. The Senator has long been a thorn in our side. We’ll deal with him directly someday, rather than through his troublesome daughter, but not anytime soon … too high a political profile.”
“And what about his daughter and the two Swedes, Gun Thorell and Annika Sjöberg?”
“Let them enjoy their freedom for now. But they’ll learn in good time that the Syndicate neither forgets nor forgives. We’ll get them next time around.”
SLUT
“What the fuck is this, Merriweather?” demanded the Senator, pointing at an envelope lying on the far corner of his desktop.
“It’s my letter of resignation, Hobart.”
“Resignation? You can’t do that now! We’re about to begin difficult negotiations with the Administration over the next federal budget and the other side is playing their damnable games again. I need you now!”
“No sir, today is my last day, and that which happened just a few minutes ago was the last time you’ll ever get to fuck me,” she retorted, pulling up her panties and lowering her skirt, after straightening up from where she had been bent face down over his desk.
The Senator stared at her in wide-eyed astonishment, pants still gathered around his ankles.
“I can destroy you, Sherri! You know that.”
“I doubt it. I already checked to see that the six million promised me back in Tokyo is safely deposited in my Swiss bank account. It is. And besides, should I go to the press with lurid tales of how you fucked me over this very desk back when I was a naive college intern just arrived here from Winona, Minnesota, we’ll see who will be destroyed.”
“You were more than willing.”
“No, not really … you were powerful and I was simply scared … frightened that I’d lose the plum internship I’d worked so hard to obtain. No, Hobart. The press will have a field day, and there’ll be an investigation, possible censure, even a case for the courts … your political career ruined!”
***************
Sunday, 16 July, 13:39. On the Baltic coast somewhere near Gräddö, Sweden.
Gun Thorell stretched lazily and rolled over on her side to give Annika a gentle poke in the ribs.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep, Annika. The guys will be here soon with the food and drink.”
“I know. I wasn’t falling asleep.”
“Your eyes were closed, and the sun is warm. I know it was making me feel drowsy.”
“No, I was just recalling all that we went through together through in Tokyo just a few days ago, and thinking how fortunate we are to be back safe in Sweden, lying on this ancient granite slab, soaking up the warmth of that midsummer sun … about to gather with our closest friends.”
“Yeah. You realize it’s only been a little over three weeks since we were here, at this very spot, partying with our friends?”
“Uh-huh. As I recall you and I were wrestling with Barb, getting her to remove her bikini bottom, laughing and playfully rolling about in the nude by the time the guys arrived.”
“Yes, I remember. And I wish Barb was here now.”
“Me too.”
“Where is she?”
“Had to go back to Minnesota … something to do with her position at the university there. Needed to report in to her Dean. Don’t know exactly what the issue was, although I gathered there was a problem of some kind with her research budget. In any case, she promised to be back in Uppsala later this summer. I understand she’s going to be doing some work with Åke up in Sollefteå.”
“That and getting herself laid every time Åke can get her in bed, I’ll bet.
“Ha! Or laid out on that old torture rack he keeps in basement museum.
Did Åke really stretch her out on that thing? I wish I had been there at the time to have seen that.”
“He did … or more accurately, she allowed him to do it. He even got in a few lashes across her boobs and belly before she put an end to it.”
“Amazing, how she always manages to get herself in trouble. Oh! Listen? I think I hear the guys coming now. We ought to put our bottoms back on so as not be bare-assed when they get here.”
“Right.”
“Oh, by the way. What’s going on with you and Bertil Hansson? I noticed when the guys met our SÄPO plane at Arlanda on Friday that you went off alone with Bertil in his car while the rest of us rode back to Uppsala in the police van.”
“Yeah, it was quite a reception at the airport wasn’t it? Everyone was there … Chief Björklund, old Fintväder, most of the Uppsala detective squad, tv film crews … and much to my surprise, even the Prime Minister. And good old, Bulldozer, as always, managed to make a total ass of himself by insisting on making a self-congratulatory speech.”
“You’re avoiding my question, Gun.”
“Yes, I was. But if you really must know … Bertil and I stopped off at a hotel before returning to Uppsala.”
“Nooooo!”
“What about Maj? His wife?”
“Off visiting her sister in Sundsvall,” so he said.
“How long have you two been …?”
“Only once before … that’s the truth … but …”
“Okay. I won’t ask for details. Here come the guys!”
**************
Syndicate headquarters, undisclosed location somewhere in China. Sunday, 16 July, 20:52 (13:52 Swedish time).
“Have you seen this?”
“No, what is it?”
“News item picked off Swedish television … “
“This is several days old … “
“I know, but you might want to view it …. It’s a video of that windbag Chief of the Swedish Security Service, SÄPO, bragging about how he singlehandedly masterminded and led a lightening rescue strike in Tokyo to free those two Swedish cops, Thorell and Sjöberg, along with that American thorn in our side, Barbara Moore, from that Tokyo sex club where we had consigned them to a life of sex slavery.”
“This apparently happened days ago, and this is the first I’ve heard of it? And from that Swedish moron, Bulldozer Olsson, no less?” Where is Sato? Why didn’t he get in touch with us? The Red Dragon is his place, right? We sold those women to him as I recall.
“Monitoring Swedish news is not exactly high priority. And it seems the Tokyo police have been holding Sato for questioning since his club was raided.”
“Will they let him go?”
“Of course they will. It’s all for show until things die down. He owns them, after all.”
“And what about our operative in Tokyo? Why haven’t we heard from him?”
“He seems to have vanished into thin air.”
“Coward! He’ll pay for that. No one vanishes for long when the Syndicate wants them dead. Track him down and have him eliminated. And make sure that other heads roll as well. Everyone involved in the operation to abduct and deliver those women to Sato at the Red Dragon is to be eliminated. The Syndicate does not tolerate failure.”
“Of course. Consider it done. I understand that the American billionaire and Senator, Hobart Moore, had a hand in this. Barbara Moore, as you know, is his daughter.”
“Yes, that makes sense. The Senator has long been a thorn in our side. We’ll deal with him directly someday, rather than through his troublesome daughter, but not anytime soon … too high a political profile.”
“And what about his daughter and the two Swedes, Gun Thorell and Annika Sjöberg?”
“Let them enjoy their freedom for now. But they’ll learn in good time that the Syndicate neither forgets nor forgives. We’ll get them next time around.”
SLUT
windar
Teller of Tales
These Syndicate guys should stay out of the bushes. Their sides are getting awfully thorny...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
But Senator you sent her into a torture dungeon to be humiliated and beaten and you're surprised when she resigns!
Good girl!
Another tale in the offing ... please ...
A wonderful double-entendre if ever there was one!
Fantastic Barb and Windy, thank you so much, I absolutely loved it!
twonines
LIMERICUS
Hear, Hear.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Thanks a lot to Barb and Windar for this exciting tale! Good job!
And to @settantuno for his great illustrations!
And to @settantuno for his great illustrations!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
One Barbara Moore has a problem with crypto.
Another Barbara Moore has a problem with research budgets.
Fortunately, there are logic and certitudes in this world!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
If The Syndicate would be smart, they change their violent company policy for a more cunning one : by financially supporting Senator's Moore ambitions for the White House! Once there, he will be a much bigger fish to have under control than Mr. Sato.
twonines
LIMERICUS
True, but it`s not half as much fun as enslaving, raping and torturing Barb.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
The Syndicate now has a bill to settle with Stan Goldman, So there is a spare Barb available to them!
