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Secret Airways
« on: January 24, 2012, 04:16:38 PM »
Prologue

"It's over, Mariah.  This little business of yours?  It's finished.  Just be lucky I'm not throwing you in to the cargo bay with the rest of the girls."

Morris tore a length of silver tape from the rest of the roll and pressed it over her lips, preventing his fellow countrywoman from shouting out for help.  He knew she hadn't trusted him from the moment he came on board, yet the bounty he carried on with him was too good to turn down.  Samantha Stokes would have earned Mariah a six-figure prize -- and that would have been on a bad day, too.  Morris told her she could have the blonde woman as long as he got to escort her to the auction where she would be sold -- collecting a 5% commission in the process.  It was all he asked for.

But Morris couldn't have Mariah mouthing off to her goons that they were to kill him -- especially not when they were on a submarine that was hundreds of metres under the sea.  Morris wasn't exactly the best of swimmers, and there was no chance that he was making it to the surface if it came to it.  No.  Things were just about to get interesting down here.

"I'll keep the door locked.  Stop the water from getting in."  He smirked, leaving the woman tied to the bed and waving her a goodbye.  Just as he promised, he shut her door and pocketed the key, heading towards the cargo hold where Samantha was waiting for him.  Oh... he almost forgot.

KA-BOOM!

The explosive device that he had smuggled on board went off a split second after he pushed down on the detonator, causing the entire sub to shudder in excitement.  The sailors began to shout, they didn't know what the hell was going on and suddenly the corridors were filled with many men trying to find the source of the explosion.  Morris used the riot to his advantage, slipping inside the cargo hold and quickly jogging over towards Samantha, crouching down to her level and giving her a warm smile.  It was the first time he had saw her in days -- he had promised her that he would come down and visit her every couple of hours, but that had never happened.  For all she knew, he had been murdered and she was off to China to be sold.

"Are you alright?!  Have they hurt you!?"  He asked, slipping the gag from her mouth and wasting no time in pressing their lips as tight against one another as he could.  He couldn't keep his hands off her, he ran them through her rich blonde locks and it took all his strength to pull himself away.  "That's our cue to get oot of here... the sub'll be heading for the surface before it takes in any more water... can you walk?"  He asked, unlocking the shackles that kept her from standing up.  "Come o---ugh!"

Someone grabbed him by the neck of his shirt, tossing him half-way across the cargo bay with relative ease.  He landed against the wall, hitting his head hard against the metal surface.  Morris groaned as he reacted to the situation, rubbing the back of his skull where it connected with the grey structure behind him.  He grumbled in annoyance -- as the biggest sailor he had ever seen in his life was now standing between him and Samantha.
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Re: Secret Airways
« Reply #1 on: January 25, 2012, 02:55:01 AM »
The entire time that Samantha Stokes had been stuck down in the cargo hold with the other women she had felt one of the most extreme cases of anxiety that she had ever known. She had not seen Morris since she'd been brought into the holding for the 'goods' and he'd left with the promise to return as often as he could. She hadn't seen him after that. Left alone in the chilly hold with the other terrified, whimpering girls was not the most pleasant of places to find oneself and the sailors that frequented in and out were no help either. The disgusting comments that they made to the girls, and to themselves was enough to make anyone retch and Samantha was only that much more grateful for the hands-off policy that Mariah Wallace had enforced.

After days of not seeing Morris and worrying that he'd been killed by one of the sailors upon Mariah finding out that he wasn't who he claimed to be, it was the biggest relief of her life to see him coming in her direction after the entire submarine had trembled from the explosion he'd set off. The explosion had momentarily confused her on what was going on, but after the confused shouts of the men outside of where she and the other girls were being held it dawned on her that it might actually be Morris still alive.

She felt a moment of weakness come when she heard the sound of his voice and felt his lips pressed against her own. For that brief moment Samantha allowed her eyes to close, losing herself in the Scotsman's hands that had found themselves in her long hair. It was him, and he was alive and breathing which meant things were going to be okay and she wasn't about to be sold off as some exotic blonde-haired sex slave.

"I'm fine," was all she'd managed to say before Morris found himself being tossed across the room like he was nothing more than a rag-doll. She was shocked to find herself sitting behind the enormous soldier who'd practically appeared out of nowhere. Before anything else could happen Sam grabbed the pipe that had come loose from the explosion and lurched to her feet swinging the pipe as hard as she could into the side of the man's head, unsure whether or not the amount of force she'd put behind it would cause the man to have either a really big headache or actually do some damage.

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Re: Secret Airways
« Reply #2 on: January 25, 2012, 05:24:43 PM »
For a moment, Morris winced his eyes closed at the impact of the metal pole smashing against the side of the sailor's head.  He knew what was going to happen; the sailor was going to grumble a little and turn around as if nothing had happened -- probably grabbing Samantha by the throat and snapping her as he lifted her up.  His large hand and long, sausage-like fingers managing to wrap themselves round the entire circumference of her slender neck.  And as he sat there with his eyes closed, his head tilted away from the scene, he waited patiently for it to happen.  But it didn't.  Instead, something else happened.  The room shuddered for a second time, as if a huge weight had dropped inside of it.  Slowly opened his eyes to look at what had just happened, he saw the large sailor lying motionless on the floor.  The sailor had taken the whack to the head fairly hard, and he fell forward in a comical way -- as if in slow motion.  His arms by his side, not attempting to break the long fall to the ground of the cargo bay.  Morris scrambled to his feet, and grabbed Samantha's hand -- this time wasting no time on a romantic moment.

All Morris had to defend them was a stolen side-arm, a pistol he had grabbed from Mariah's cabin.  One full clip of seven bullets, and after that they were up crap creek.  However, he just hoped that the submarine had ascended before he had to worry about running out of ammunition.  If he had timed everything right, then the French would be waiting for them to rise out of the water.  Morris had sent word back to Starling through a radio transmission -- giving him the co-ordinates of the submarine's destination, and what he was planning to do.  Detonate a bomb, force the submarine to break through the water and a boat would be waiting to board them.  Hopefully.  Morris was running down the submarine's corridor with his fingers crossed.

Up on the surface, a French cruiser was sitting patiently, waiting for the submarine to stick it's nose out of the water.  The ship had been here for hours, and by now, one of the sailors on board -- Mathieu Montand -- had given up hope of intercepting this submarine that Starling had promised him would be here.  He didn't even know why he bothered believing that man sometimes; his intel was rubbish and the missions he sent him on were usually a waste of time.  Yawning loudly, he walked over to his companion and snatched the book from her hands -- closed the book (and losing her page) -- and looked at the front cover.  "What crap are you reading this time, Vanny?"  He asked, scrunching his eyes at it.
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Re: Secret Airways
« Reply #3 on: January 26, 2012, 03:14:32 AM »
Vanessa Cameron gave a huge huff of exasperation when Montand plucked the book from her fingers; losing her page in the process. "Montand!" She snapped uncurling herself from the chair she had taken up and stood as soon as her feet touched the ground, snapping the book right back out of his hands before smacking him hard in the head with it. "It's a classic, not that I expect it to mean anything to you. But Jane Austen happens to be a rather good one; and I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop going out of your damn way to make me lose my page!"

It was the second time that he had taken the book from her in the span of two hours, and now that Montand was back, Vanessa knew that he was growing bored and restless which meant he would end up entertaining himself at her expense. The French woman felt as if she'd spent days waiting for that submarine they had come out for to finally decide to show up, but she knew that wasn't the case. It had been less than twenty-four hours but it felt longer than that, and her patience was not perfect to put up with Montand's needs. "What are you doing here, I thought you would have found some other unlucky being to torment with your boredom. It would be nice if once-in-awhile you let me read without you storming in and demanding attention like a little boy. I thought you were French, act like it!"

Giving the man another smack with her book Vanessa took her seat again, her legs curling under her as she placed the book down and grabbed him by his shirt. Pulling him into her she breathed gently against his ear, one hand moving suggestively down his front, "unless you really need the attention..." she nipped his ear just as an alarm blared alerting those on board that the submarine was beginning to appear. With a grin, Vanessa pushed Montand away from her with a pat on the shoulder, "looks like we wont be sitting around any longer! Time to get to work!"

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« Reply #4 on: January 26, 2012, 03:12:57 PM »
Some people wondered how Mathieu Montand and Vanessa Cameron got on, especially considering that they literally spent every minute of every day within one another's comfort zone.  The small submarine which they were regularly stationed on was cramped and uncomfortable, with no room to move around in or even big enough to stand up in.  Montand and Vanessa would frequently get in each other's way -- 'accidentally' hitting one another or having to climb over the other to get to the controls at the front.  Being out in an open-spaced boat like this one was a strange experience for a man who was used to being surrounded by fish and water.  He had to find something to occupy the free time he had; and Vanessa Cameron was the unlucky victim.

Their moment was broken by the sound of the sailors yelling that the submarine had rose from the depths of the blue sea, and it was time for them to board it.  Not expecting her to push him away from her, Montand didn't have time to balance himself -- and ended up tumbling backwards.  Their Scottish comrade had gave a rough estimate on the number of sailors on the submarine -- the French had brought a couple of platoons with them -- numbering forty men (well, thirty-nine men and one trouble-making woman).  Each of them was armed with either a pistol or submachine gun -- enough of a threat to convince the submarine crew that there was no point in putting up a fight.  They had nowhere to go.  Their submarine was failing, and the nearest bit of land was at least ten miles away.

Taking the submarine was easier than Montand had anticipated.  Most of the crew were smart and dropped their gun, surrendering with no fight.  A few fired off a couple of rounds but they were quickly taken care of.  Montand himself didn't get to shoot at anything but he did get to rescue a couple of damsels in distress from the cargo bay.

Morris carried Samantha from the submarine and on to the French warship, carrying her in front of him instead of letting her walk by herself.  Even though she'd been doing nothing but sit in the cargo bay for a couple of days, he knew that she needed a good night's sleep on a proper bed for a change.  Sure, the French boat wasn't going to provide that but it was better than lying on a cold, hard submarine flooring with no idea if you were ever going to be free again.

"Don't think I've ever met another lassie that's as crazy as you for volunteering to do that."  Morris said to her with a smile, as he sat on a chair next to the bed he had lay her on.  "Or as brave, y'know."  He said, taking her hand.

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Re: Secret Airways
« Reply #5 on: January 26, 2012, 04:07:33 PM »
Samantha returned his smile, sitting herself up on the bed that Morris had laid her down on and swung her feet over the edge knowing that the man would probably object. She knew what he wanted her to do, but she wasn't ready to close her eyes-- not just yet. "I don't think I would have, if it had been anyone else down there with me. I was absolutely scared out of my mind, and when you never came back-- I worried." Holding his hand between her two, her thumb stroked the top of his while she thought about what could have gone wrong, but none of it had and she was thankful as all hell for that. "It was the only way for you to safely get on board though, and I don't regret it. You did great Morris, just like I knew you would."

Once the French had come on, everything basically had went smoothly from there. Morris and her had stood back while they took charge and brought the sailors under control, arrested Mariah Wallace, and rescued the women that had been kidnapped to sell off to the highest bidder. A few of the men had stopped to have a word with Morris to make sure there wasn't anything that they were missing before the Scotsman left with her in his arms. At first she was going to object and demand that he put her down but she'd stopped herself figuring that he just needed to do it; another small bit of reassurance that she was okay. Sam knew that there had been a risk of being sold off with them, known it the moment the idea had come into her head days ago even as she argued with Morris over the chances of it not happening. Things had gone as planned, just like Samantha Stokes knew all along they would and she couldn't help but crack a smirk at that thought.

"You know I'm not one to say I told you so but... I told you so." Bringing her hand up to touch his face, her brow raised at the feel of stubble around his jawline and her smirk turned into a teasing smile. "What, all that free time without me around and you couldn't find a moment to shave while we were down there? Morris, whatever am I going to do with you?"

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« Reply #6 on: February 08, 2012, 05:41:52 PM »
Bah.  What kind of Scotsman kept himself clean shaven.

Morris thought that a trip to Germany would have been a nice holiday for him and Samantha, to get away from all the drama that Starling had put them through those past few weeks.  Morris knew that Samantha especially could do with the rest and the relaxation, she might put a brave face on it but she wasn't a tough soldier like him, she wasn't someone who could put all that emotion and fear to the back of her mind and keep it locked up, never to be felt again.  He took her to a small town in the Rhineland, renting an apartment that looked over the best parts of the German scenery.  And for three days, everything was perfect.  Morris got drunk on German beer, Sammy got to do what ever she wanted, and the pair would go out for nice meals at night.

That all changed when Morris got a call from a friend he hadn't spoken to in a long time.  His name was Karlheinz Stanger, and he had a problem.  Turned out, it was related to Morris's submarine problem too.  The problem's 'name' was Adalinda Knapp, some south German businesswoman who lost a lot of income with the liquidation of Mariah Wallace's sex slave world tour.  But why did Karlheinz need his help?  Because as of right now, there was absolutely no evidence that linked Adalinda to Mariah Wallace.  Except for one, single document which was locked away for Adalinda's eyes only.  Karlheinz enlisted Morris to help him get that document.

At first, Morris didn't really care if this Adalinda woman was caught.  As far as he was concerned, he had washed his hands of the whole thing.  As long as Mariah Wallace was behind bars because of what she had done to those woman (especially Samantha.  Well, really -- just because of Samantha) then he was happy.  He didn't care who had been financing it and all that.  But Karlheinz was his friend, someone who he owed a lot of favours to.  The German had helped him get out of a few sticky messes before, and it was only right that he repaid the favour.  "OK."  He said to him.  "I'll do it."

Telling Samantha that he was going to do a little errand didn't go down well.  Mainly because his attempts at keeping her out of it fell on deaf ears.  If Morris didn't get to enjoy the remainder of their holiday, then neither did she.  She insisted on helping him, and before long she was a part of the team that was going to stitch up Adalinda Knapp.

"I'm glad you could all be here."  Karlheinz said, as he paced around the living area of his rather dull-coloured apartment.  "I understand some of you were on vacation... I know the last thing you want is to be asked for a little favour."  He said, looking towards the two British members of the team.  There were three couches which created a U-shape in front of a large fireplace, brightly lit and full of warm life.  Morris sat next to Samantha, his arm spread out behind her, lying across the back of the couch while one leg was crossed over the other.

The fourth member of the team sat on the sofa next to them -- a Canadian known to Morris as Argyle.  They had been on a few missions together before.  Good pilot.  Reliable.

"This is the woman here."  The German said, as he picked up a blurry, candid photograph.  "Adalinda Knapp."

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Re: Secret Airways
« Reply #7 on: February 09, 2012, 04:26:14 PM »
"I've heard of her before." Was the first thing out of Samantha's mouth once Karlheinz had presented the photograph for their viewing pleasure. "Starling's mentioned her a few times, he's wanted to nab her once or twice but everytime he took a closer look, he couldn't find any hard evidence on her. It was like she almost didn't exist." Tucking her nylon'd feet under her Samantha smoothed out the white skirt of her dress enjoying the thought of how annoyed Starling would be if Morris managed to tag her without being under his order and her capture going to the Germans instead of him. The English woman couldn't help but hope that it would give Morris a well-deserved vacation that actually wasn't uninterrupted for whatever reason. But that was a very slim chance. A simple dream.

Samantha had been enjoying their small vacation, it had been peaceful and quiet which did wonders on the minimal nightmares that she always ended up with after willingly throwing herself into Morris's jobs. But she wouldn't change it for the anything, and having Morris sleeping beside her was the only reminder she really needed as to why. Sam wasn't sure whether or not he was aware of her sleeping issues at night, the man was an extremely heavy sleeper that only seemed to wake up to the sound of an alarm that could raise half the block so she doubted it. It was better that he didn't know about them anyways, he already fought with her enough when she decided to tag along. Adalinda Knapp was a dangerous woman, or so she'd heard. She had men working for her that were also apparently influences in government in major countries, but once again when they were arrested and taken in for questioning... Adalinda Knapp's name came up and that's all they had. No evidence, no proof... nothing.


"What I'm interested in, Mr. Stanger, is what she has to do with you. What's your interest in the woman and why is she of importance to you with the submarine? I didn't realise the Germans were involved in Mariah's capture." Glancing back at the photograph Samantha decided she liked the woman's red hair. She could never pull off something like that herself, but she liked it. It suited the wanted female.


From the passing stories that Sammy heard about Adalinda, she found herself once again relieved to have been able to convince Morris to let her tag along and ensure that he was coming back to her at the end of the day because it didn't matter to her whether or not this woman got away from them, or that she even lived after meeting Morris. It was just having him come back to her when it was all said and done.

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« Reply #8 on: February 10, 2012, 06:32:00 PM »
"Well little ldat, I don't think you realise half of what goes around the secret organisations of Europe."  Karlheinz retaliated to Samantha's comment, unaware that the English girl was in fact part of the secret British agency that Starling ran.  It wasn't like she was an important agent or anything, being a messenger girl wasn't exactly the most skilled of jobs.  Although there was a hell of a lot of trust in the job.  She was carring sensitive documents, after all.
Karlheinz and Morris went back quite a distance, although it wasn't as if the German knew everyone on Starling's staff.  "The Germans want Adalinda Knapp.  Just like the English, and the French, and the Russians do.  It's just a case of who gets her first."  Obviously, if things went their way then it was going to be the Germans that got to her first.  After all, she was German, and she was based in Germany.  So it was only logical that she was mainly Germany's problem.

Moving on, Karlheinz continued with the little presentation.  He provided more candid photographs of Adalinda Knapp, passing them to the individual team members.  There were always one or two associates in the same photograph, although when questioned about them Karlheinz passed them off as being irrelevant, or not a problem at the minute.  Clearly, he was going to go after everyone in Adalinda's organisation.  But the big fish was the one he wanted just now.  Once Adalinda was captured, he figured that most of them would scatter underground.  Hopefully, they wouldn't hear from them again.

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« Reply #9 on: February 11, 2012, 01:40:00 AM »
Once Karlheinz had finished with their meeting Samantha found herself waiting outside of an airplane grounded at a private airport in Germany, dressed as a flight attendant and waiting for her other 'partner' as it had been put. Samantha wasn't much of a fighter, she could defend herself but that was as far as her talents went. So in case Morris had any unexpected problems with their friend Adalinda Knapp, Argyle had brought along his fellow Canadian Pandora Fields who was more used to hiding in abandoned buildings and watching the world go by through a scope attached to her rifle. The woman was a bit of a dreamer, she'd been told. Wanting to join the Second World War as a child, and  held it against the Canadian government as if it was their fault she was born at the wrong time, and of the wrong gender. Samantha didn't really know what to expect from her.

Pandora was running late, Adalinda was due to arrive at any minute and it was expected that they would both play the part of an innocent flight attendant and greet her with as much warmth as they could muster. But so far, the other had yet to show. Argyle and Morris were already on board the plane and Samantha found herself feeling a little agitated with this woman's tardiness. Sighing heavily she shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable in the plain and ugly black heels that went with her soft blue skirt/blazer uniform. Her hair was done up in a fashionable bun with the required hat perched on the top of her head. She felt a bit like a doll, but she looked the part and that was all that mattered.

A taxi approached the aircraft, stopping feet away and Samantha let out a breath of relief as a woman dressed in the same attire as her got out from the back seat. Slipping some cash through the front window the taxi departed. "Miss Fields?"

"Pandora. None of that proper crap, please. I know you've heard about me Samantha, I'm not all prim and proper as you appear to be."

Samantha pursed her lips clearly thinking that she didn't have a sense of time obviously either, but kept her comment to herself. "Adalinda Knapp should be arriving any minute now, are you ready?"

Pandora gave her a smile, adjusting the girdle she wore under her blazer and top as best she could making a face of discomfort. "Do we really have to wear this thing?" she complained, clearly ignoring Sam's question.

Shaking her head Samantha walked up the steps to the plane, stepping inside the doorway just as Pandora came up behind her and a black unmarked vehicle entered the runway, heading for their direction. "Looks like our passenger  has finally arrived."

Once the vehicle stopped, the red-headed woman Samantha recognised from the photographs stepped out. The English woman couldn't help but notice that she wore a rather cruel looking pair of heels that seemed impossible to stand in, let alone walk but that was exactly what this woman was doing. Her white, lace dress stopped at her knees giving away more of her extremely pale skin to be looked at. Her painted face was expressionless and both women felt a bit of a chill touch their spine as she ascended up the stairs to them.

"W-Welcome aboard." Samantha heard herself stutter before she could catch herself, smiling as best she could to hide her nerves.

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« Reply #10 on: February 16, 2012, 07:22:06 PM »
The team was set, everybody was in place, and the private aircraft was in the air.  Argyle was sitting in the cockpit, flicking at the numerous switches on the dashboard and making sure that the plane remained in the air for as long as they needed to pull of the con.  He had enough fuel in this things to travel the world for hours, although he would have to make sure that Adalinda wasn't aware that they were actually airborne for that long.

That's where Samantha came in.  It'd be her job to feed Adalinda the special ingredients which would cause her to lose track of time.  An hour in the plane would only feel like a few minutes for her, which was a big help considering this woman was apparently tough to break.  Morris wasn't a magician, he couldn't wave his hand and say a few words to cause her to spill the beans on the information they wanted.  The Scot sat on the co-pilot's seat, his presence not yet known to Adalinda Knapp.  He was dressed in a suit, dark blue, although he was never a fan of formal wear.  His top button was undone, his tie was loosened to the point it was almost half-way down his shirt.

The plane was so small that two flight attendants was a bit of a squeeze, but disguising Pandora as a passenger would raise suspicions considering that this was a private plane, and Adalinda was supposed to be the only person on board.  Except for Karlheinz, her right-hand man in it all.  The cabin was spacious, with four leather chairs which faced one another.  Adalinda sat on one, Karlheinz sat on the one facing her.  He wore a dark suit, but unlike his Scottish counterpart, his looked smart and well-kept.

"Right."  Morris said to Samantha in the cockpit, getting from his feet and standing a foot away from her.  He pulled out a packet of tablets from his pocket, and placed them in her hand, yet hesitated in pulling his hand away.  "Hopefully Stanger's done his part and spiked her lunch before she came on board.  She should be asking for a glass of water pretty soon... put two of these in it and stir it about a little.  After that, we'll have all the time in the world to do what we gotta do."

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« Reply #11 on: February 18, 2012, 02:29:11 AM »
Samantha was impressed by the little tablets that he had placed into her hand. Raising them to eye level she peered inside the packet, curious as to how he managed to obtain such an interesting drug. "It's not going to make her think she's seeing rainbows and hallucinations, is it?" She couldn't help but ask before slipping them into the left pocket of her blazer. She had left Pandora to get Karlheinz and Adalinda seated before Samantha had entered the cockpit to notify Morris that they had arrived.

The poor woman's nerves were on edge, she was worried about the outcome of all this but she had her faith in Morris, Argyle, and Pandora to help keep everything running smoothly. Her opinion on Karlheinz wasn't the strongest, but since Morris seemed to trust the man then she would too. Everyone deserved a chance to prove themselves, right? Sammy wasn't the type to judge right away and was willingly to give everyone the opportunity to make her like them; and right now Samantha Stokes was hoping for this meeting with Adalinda to let her trust Karlheinz instead of it all just being some trap to get Morris into trouble instead. But she had a problem with over-thinking things all the time and worrying about the worst possible scenario (which surprisingly enough was not the horrible idea of them all crashing to their deaths), even for an extremely optimistic person that she was.

Suddenly aware of the fact Morris could probably read her thoughts from whatever facial expression she might have ended up making, Samantha gave the Scot a once-over to admire his formal wear and smiled every so slightly at the image before her. It didn't fit his personality, but the man still looked damn-fine and she was not going to deny that.

"You don't have to worry about a thing," she said patting the pocket that the tablets were concealed in, giving the Scotsman a reassuring smile, "I've got it all under control." Even with her heels on Samantha was a bit shorter than Morris, and she needed to lean up on her toes a bit to kiss him on the cheek, wiping away the small lipstick marking that appeared on his skin when she pulled away with her thumb.

Walking out of the cockpit she let the door quietly shut behind her. Right outside of the cockpit was the small galley which was where Samantha found Pandora already in the middle of getting Adalinda Knapp her requested glass of water. "I'll do that."

Pandora stepped back to give Samantha room once the woman had cleaned off the small lipstick smudge from her kiss to Morris' cheek on a towel. Taking out the packet that Morris had given her, Samantha shook the required two tablets into the water where they sunk and began to dissolve instantly. Giving a small stir with a nearby butter knife she picked up the tray and carried it out to where Adalinda waited, her fingers drumming in the arm of the occupied chair.

Placing the glass down the English woman took a step back, far from surprised when the German woman did not even acknowledge her being there. She just continued to stare out of the tiny window, her fingers drumming.

"Karlheinz, this trip had better not take too long. I do have other things to be doing and you know how I dislike last-minute meetings out of town," was all the red-headed woman said.

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« Reply #12 on: March 21, 2012, 07:46:18 PM »
Karlheinz hated her.  He couldn't stand her.  The way she demanded things from people and expected them to comply, how she looked down upon everyone around her as if they should stop what they were doing and come to her beck and call.  He nodded, gritting his teeth to prevent him from saying something which would blow his cover.  They were this far, and this was their only chance to get the information from Adalinda Knapp.  "Don't worry."  He said, looking through some notes which he had brought on the plane with him.  They were business documents, detailing various meetings and associates which were otherwise useless if they were to be used against her.  None of them contained real names or identities, the addresses were fake and the business between Adalinda (who was named on the papers) and her partners was heavily disguised between bullshit and pretend charitable donations.  "Sign these."  He passed the German a couple of sheets.

Morris sat quietly in the cockpit, looking around at the complicated instruments in front of him which Argyle seemed to have no problem working.  Random switches and buttons that could cause the plane to go crashing towards the ground in a split-second, it was a thought that almost caused a shiver to go up his spine.  He waited for Samantha or Pandora to return and let him know that Adalinda had drank the water, he wouldn't reveal himself until he was certain that she was under the influence of the magic tablets.

"Hey... I just want to let you know that I didn't go for a piss before I took off.  And if I have to wait to go to the toilet until a certain pair of people are finished, then I'm jumping out of this plane and taking all the parachutes with me."  Argyle looked over to Morris, who didn't seem impressed at the pilot's comment.  The Scotsman got to his feet once again and picked up a plastic cup from a shelf, throwing it in to the lap of the Canadian.

"Then go in that."

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« Reply #13 on: March 22, 2012, 03:46:57 AM »
Not wanting to hang around and look awkward, Samantha made her way back to where Pandora waited for her messing around with the glasses that hung above the counter in the galley. Pandora's gaze shifted from what she was doing to watching Adalinda's movements once she realised Samantha was heading back in her direction. She had nearly made it back to where the Canadian woman waited when Adalinda's voice cut through the air causing a sudden jolt of tension to go through her spine.

Turning back, she saw the woman holding up the glass that Samantha had just given to her in her pale hand the water level the exact same as when she had left it with her. "Is there a problem?" Samantha tried to keep her voice as cheery as she could, scared of the next thing to come out of Adalinda Knapp's mouth.

"I'm not sure whether you're either completely stupid, or if it's because you're completely stupid but I'm not interested in drinking from a glass that's got obvious lipstick marks upon it." Adalinda snapped before she poured the drugged water onto the carpeted floor.

Covering her horror at the lipstick that had smudged off from her finger onto the glass and the response Adalinda had given by pouring the

water onto the floor, Samantha rushed forward and retrieved the glass from the German woman's hand muttering her mortified apologies, before turning back to head towards the Galley just as Pandora quickly zipped out with a towel to deal with the damp mess.

Adalinda turned back to the papers that Karlheinz had passed to her, dismissing the two women who were quickly trying to deal with the sudden mess that she had given them. The German woman was beyond irritated. It was hard to find proper help these days who didn't slack off on the things that were most important-- like making sure that her glass was clean to use. The passing seconds were just making her more thirsty as well, which added to her irritation and she didn't even bother to read over the papers as her pen made its mark on each sheet before they found themselves back in her companions possession.

Samantha appeared back at her side, still muttering her mortified apologies at the lipstick stain but Adalinda didn't pay any mind to them. Instead she waved the blonde mumbling woman off once she'd checked over the new glass to make sure there were no stains to be noticed before taking a long and much-needed drink to satisfy her thirst that had grown stronger. Placing the glass down in front of her Adalinda finally turned her attention completely to Karlheinz, a small frown creasing her delicate brow. "You're awfully quiet today Karlheinz, it's unusual for you to not speak as much. Whatever is wrong with you."

They had done it. Both Samantha and Pandora could hardly believe that the redheaded German woman had downed the water without even a thought once it had been brought back to her. It caused Samantha to breathe a heavy sigh of relief after she'd been so sure she had screwed up. It was a good thing there had been extra tablets in the little packet that Morris had given to her.

With a faint nod of Samantha's head, Pandora slipped into the cockpit to inform Argyle and Morris that the task was done and did not see the need to let them know that there had almost been a small altercation.

"Once you're ready to get this show officially on the road," she said glancing at the empty plastic cup sitting in Argyle's lap, "we're ready for you whenever you are. She's had her little sip of water and is waiting."

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« Reply #14 on: March 22, 2012, 08:01:30 AM »
This was it.  The moment of truth.  Morris had to bring his A-game to this, and he could almost feel his hand beginning to shake.  He wasn't an expert at conning people in to things, heck if he was then he would have sold televisions for a living.  He walked to Pandora and placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping it gave him some sort of false sense of luck.  He then disappeared out of the cockpit, closing the door behind him.

Karlheinz had been looking out of the window, biting his thumb nail when Adalinda spoke.  It snapped him back to reality, and it took him a few moments to actually work out what she said to him.  "Yeah, well, I'm not a great air traveller."  He muttered, his mouth still hiding behind his thumb.  "And small planes?  That makes me even worse."  He took the papers from her and tapped them on the small table between them, straightening them up before slipping them in to a folder he had brought with them.  It was a lie, but he was used to living a lie.  Planes didn't bother him, but apparently Adalinda was already seeing through some of the cracks of his latest disguise, but that was maybe down to his nervousness with working with some amateurs.  He didn't know much about Pandora (not that she had much to do) while he wasn't sure about Samantha.  She'd done well so far (thankfully, Adalinda had now drunk the water) but they weren't done yet.  Once the drugs set in, they could all relax a little bit.

"Adalinda Knapp."  Said a Scottish voice, as a strange man came through the curtain.  "You're like the invisible woman."  He had yet to introduce himself, but instead of waiting to be offered a seat, he sat across the aisle from her, legs widened, leaning forward with his forearms on his thighs.  "Well... I guess you've got nowhere to disappear off tae up here."

"Excuse me, who are you?" Asked Karlheinz, playing the part.

"My name's McKenzie.  I was second-in-command of a certain submarine that went out of business.  Your boss knows what I'm talking about, don't you?"
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« Reply #15 on: March 23, 2012, 02:48:20 AM »

Adalinda looked away from Karlheinz at the sound of a new voice, her frown deepening as "McKenzie" emerged from behind the curtain. She had not been aware of another passenger being onboard the plane with them, and clearly neither had Karlheinz since he asked who the new man was. This new surprise did not sit well with the German woman, she was already irritated from the last-minute flight Karlheinz had insisted they take and added in with the attendant-girl who couldn't give her a damn clean glass she really did not feel like she had the patience to deal with this.

Narrowing her eyes at McKenzie Adalinda picked up her glass and moved the glass so that the water inside swirled around before crossing her legs and taking a long sip. His insistence to sit so close to her was another to add to the quickly-building list and with her luck she could see that list getting longer as the flight went on. The submarine that went out of business was indeed something she knew about, but not something that needed to be discussed at the moment; especially not with the second-in-command seeing as how she did not have definite proof that he was whom he claimed to be. The accent fit for the claim, but the captain of that submarine had a whole rainbow of crew members.


"McKenzie, although I do not see your reasoning for approaching me about a subject that's long done with, I don't very much feel like having such a conversation with you while I am in the middle of something important. It is a shame that Miss Wallace saw the last of her submarine days but it is what it is and I am sure that you will be able to find employment elsewhere. So if you wouldn't mind I would like to be left in peace for the remainder of this flight you shouldn't be on anyways and please do give my regards to your former captain."

Turning her attention back to her nearly-empty glass she finished off the remainder of the liquid and placed the empty glass back on to the table before leaning her head back and closing her eyes in an obvious dismissal to the Scottish man. "Karlheinz, I feel a headache approaching. Please ask one of the hired help to play some of the classical music you arranged before we boarded. It's the only thing that seems to soothe the throb that these day-to-day stresses bring."

 

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