by Finian Blake
Rene asked, “Who is Cherry?”
“She is the lady that is going to change your identity. You need to be extra nice to her because she is going to be pissed off.”
Cherry and Rhonda landed at Tipton Airport around nine thirty and were greeted by a limousine from Four Diamonds. The driver handed her a lap top that was already signed in. Cherry clicked on the play button on the screen and Sera’s face appeared. She looked at Rhonda, “When the message has critical requests we use Skype’s.” Cherry brought her attention back to the screen and Sera.
“Four Diamonds has hired two more recruits and will need the full package for the deep end. Here are the social security numbers, financials, pictures and prints. We need to be extra thorough because they should end up on the advanced list. How about meeting at the Temp service around three PM? Also Paul from instillation called and the Director wants to see you in his office when you get to the NSA.”
Cherry picked up the satellite phone punching nine on the speed dial. Sera picked up the phone and listened. “Sera three PM is good. Where in the hell is the Temp Service?”
“Xavier your driver knows tell him when to pick you up and you will be delivered.” Sera broke the connection without saying anything else.
Cherry pressed an intercom button so that she did not have to raise her voice. Xavier, pick us up at two thirty from where you drop us off. We will have security let you through.” The limo pulled up to the covered entrance of the NSA building and Xavier watched the ladies stroll into the building. They were both dressed with a provocative elegance that guaranteed attention. Their dresses were mid length with a neckline that came just below the collar bone but the material was a fine silk that clung to every curve of their body showing telltale signs of everything that they were wearing underneath. The skirt of Rhonda’s dress was slit in the front to mid-thigh which flashed her amazing legs with every step and Cherry wore a thin silk scarf around her waist that accented her ample chest as if anyone could ignore it.
They both put their purses on the belt of the X-ray machine that showed that they were both carrying pistols in their purses. The guard examined their badges noting the hologram of a pistol in the plastic. “I see that you are cleared to carry inside the building, proceed.”
Cherry extended her arms at shoulder height. “Do you need to pat us down?”
“No mam,” the guard swallowed hard. “You may proceed.”
The female guard walked up to her coworker placing a hand over his eyes. “What color was their hair?”
“I don’t know,” but he caught on to her point.
“What color were her eyes.”
“They were Pink and at least three inches across with standout buttons.”
“Their tits should have been on the ID pictures.”
“I could live with that.”
Rhonda and Cherry walked into the Director’s office noting that the remodel was completely finished with the only tattletale being the heavy smell of paint and adhesives in the air. Tanya his secretary looked at their attire disapprovingly. “The Director will see you immediately.” She pressed a buzzer and admitted both women to the inner office. The smell of new construction was still heavy in the air but the office looked finished and except for several flat screen displays on the wall it looked like a decidedly masculine old English study. The director reached under the side board pulling out the Benelli M3 shotgun.
“I love your finishing touches. Have a seat.” The director smiled as the ladies took the chairs in front of the desk. After a few minutes they became extremely uncomfortable. “Did you forget your own advice about the chairs?”
“It came to mind in a hurry. Its hell when you get caught in your own trap,” Rhonda laughed.
The Director was obviously happy. “It takes one of our crews all day to paint one room. How do you get things done so fast?”
“It normally takes the crew about a week to get the job done. We just pay for the week plus twenty percent and the job gets done in three days. We have to deliver to our clients on time.”
The director looked closely at Rhonda and Cherry. “You are all dolled up for a day at the office.”
“We had a three-night spa weekend at the Greenbrier and just got back in town. We had an idea for a computer program to track access to the computer files and what was viewed in them. We wanted to talk to Boris in the computer lab before he quit for the day so we didn’t take time to change.”
“I know that he tracks the Russian beat and he starts work at eleven in the evening. Good luck talking to him, Boris is the best but he is as weird as they come. I won’t delay you if he closes up shop you’re screwed for the day.” The Director walked the ladies to the door. “Cherry I hope that they don’t fire you for all of this.” The director’s concern seemed honest.
“When I am on assignment I have a lot of latitude, enjoy your new office.”
Boris was thrilled to see Rhonda and Cherry especially dressed as they were. As soon as they were admitted she walked over to Boris’s primary computer screen. “Cherry was very bad this weekend. She switched on the Skype before we went to bed.” She picked up the trash can noting several clumps of wadded up tissue in the can. “I see that you answered the call.”
Boris blushed, “It was hard to ignore the call. There was a lot of moaning.”
Cherry reached in her purse pulling out the terry cloth belt from the robe at Boris it seen in the Skype. The white Terry cloth belt had a large knot in the center and the knot was completely smeared with both Cherry and Rhonda’s lipstick along with stains from other fluids.
“Boris, we brought back a puzzle for you. If you can guess what the stain on the belt is you can have some fresh.”
“Well this is Rhonda’s lipstick,” Boris said with a smile, “and this is Cherry’s lipstick.” Both Cherry and Rhonda started to kiss Boris.
“Keep going darling you have only made it up to the consolation prize,” Cherry purred in Boris’s ear holding another stain up to Boris’s nose.
“I smell breakfast,” Boris said reaching between Rhonda’s legs.
Rhonda interrupted again pointing to Cherry. “This tart has caused you a lot of frustration.” She undid the silk belt at Cherry’s waist, lifting her skirt over her head and tied it trapping Cherry’s arms inside the dress. “Help yourself Boris.”
After two hours of advanced sex play the three people were tangled on the mattress which was now on the floor since Boris’s bed had collapsed just minutes into their adventure. Cherry pulled Boris’s head to rest on her breasts. “Boris I have a strange request. Can you break in to the finger print data base?”
“It wasn’t easy but I have done it before. You didn’t have to screw me to get this favor.” Rhonda’s legs were wrapped around his waist and she squeezed firmly while Cherry pulled his head tightly to her breasts.
“We know but you take your imagination to bed and we love it. Sex on the side would you do this favor for us.”
Boris walked over to the computer. “I prefer my sex dead center and not on the side. Give me the information, Cherry opened the laptop giving the information to Boris and within ten minutes Boris leaned back in his chair. “It is done. I have heard from your sisters in England. My people have arrived and their papers are being processed. Your sisters have made them feel completely at home. You did not tell me that they were from Georgia too.”
“Of course they’re from Georgia,” Cherry said stroking Boris’s head gently. “I told you that my mother is from Georgia, so it shouldn’t be a surprise.”
“My family was amazed by your Amazon Inn they tell me that you own a studio there and that you have two fashion labels.” His voice took on a sad note. “Some of them want to stay there.”
“Boris darling, you made the arrangements. Keep in mind what you set out to accomplish. You wanted your family to leave Georgia before things turn to shit and you did this. Use my satellite phone to call them. We will make whatever adjustments are nec
essary. Remember that they can have papers for whatever country they wish and if your childhood sweetheart does not come, Rhonda and I will always sit on your face.” The three friends laughed and grab assed until lunch was made.
As they left Rhonda kissed Boris forcefully holding it for over a minute. “Darling, we are more than just friends. Cherry and I will stand behind whatever you decide to do.” Boris decided that he could live without his childhood flame finding it hard to understand his luck.
The ladies walked quietly to Rhonda’s office. After the door was closed Cherry slipped her hand behind Rhonda’s neck pulling their faces within inches. “You said we like you were speaking for both of us!”
“I was. What is wrong with that?”
“Nothing was wrong, quite the opposite it was right. You said it with confidence like you knew where I stood.” Rhonda and Cherry locked eyes in silence for several minutes.
Cherry was first to speak. “Come with me this afternoon I want you to see what I do.”
Rhonda hesitated, “Shouldn’t you check with the others? You have to deal with Sera.”
“You said that you and Sera arrived at a truce. Sera, doesn’t make loose promises. If you were serious there will be no problems.”
“Alright we need to find out. I want to find out why you had those finger prints erased. What about Boris?”
“There is you, and then there is everybody else. I think that he is an absolutely perfect, ‘fucking friend’.” I have learned that loyalty is better than gold. Boris is truly loyal and I have no problem keeping faith with him. Do you have a problem with him?”
“No, he seems willing to take us for who we are. I guess we can take him for who he is.”
Xavier pulled up a few minutes before the required time. Rhonda and Cherry were waiting on the drive. Cherry had Xavier open the trunk so that they could get a change of clothes. As soon as they were moving Cherry raised the privacy barrier and they did a quick change. When the limo pulled up in front of the Temp Service Rhonda emerged from the car wearing short shorts and a small halter top and Cherry wore Skin tight stretch jeans and a thin white blouse that was almost see through revealing her bright red lace bra. They walked in while Sera was briefing Eve and Rene. “Here are our forgers now.”
Eve looked at the new arrivals, “Oh great we get the truck stop tarts.” That comment set Cherry off.
“Look I interrupted my date for you. I was going to take her out for a six pack and a couple of b-fifty twos then ‘pop’ her with this donkey dildo that I keep in my night stand while she’s passed out.” Cherry caught Rene staring at her chest. “You want to know if my tits are real.” She was out of her blouse and slipped her bra up around her neck. “Have a good look they are unaltered working udders that give milk.” Cherry squeezed a nipple and a few drops of milk appeared.
Sera jumped in between the women. “Eve I told you not to piss her off. Now, show me some of that intelligence that the Chief told me about and shut up while I calm them down.” Sera got right to the point.
“I called a truce for you. I need this one. How about a truce…?”
Cherry nodded her acceptance. “Will they take a truce?”
“Eve and Rene both spoke at the same time, “truce…” Cherry shifted moods as if a switch had been thrown.
“I have pulled their finger prints and pulled their Social security numbers. As soon as I have their new names I will associate the funds with the new accounts.” Cherry looked around the room and spotted the theatrical trunks sitting in the corner. “Give me a hand Rhonda.”
Sera came over by the trunks. “It looks like you and Rhonda have more than a casual commitment.” Cherry nodded silently, not completely sure were this was going. She gave a minimal nod and Sera hugged Cherry. “Then we will start over and I will treat this like it is the first day that we met.”
Rhonda started to say, “I’m…”
Sera gently took hold of the hair at the back of her neck saying each word firmly, “It… never… happened.”
Rhonda leaned forward kissing Sera on the cheek, “Pleased to meet you Sera.”
Cherry was charging the costume trunk pulling out wigs, clothes and finally a makeup kit. “Rhonda I want minimal makeup and a plain Jane look. Take Eve first.”
Rene came up to Cherry to apologize, “Hey I was way…”
Sera grabbed Rene’s arm to stop her. “Cherry was busting your chops. She is all business and doesn’t have time for hurt feelings. She has already taken your finger prints out of every data base in this country and Europe. This should cover all the databases that would have your fingerprints. Cherry is one of the top ten forgers in the world. By the time she is done you will be someone else and your closest friends won’t recognize you.”
Cherry stormed around the room shouting orders taking pictures and calling out changes of appearance. She finally stopped in front of Eve. “I need a name.” Eve shrugged. “You are Eden Bacchus go to the desk and write it 100 times or until your hand cramps up. Then go sign all of the forms. Rene you are now Rene Furst. Go write you name 100 times and sign all of the forms.” Cherry handed them both License applications. Fill these out Eden use November 10, 2000 and Rene you use July 10, 1999 as the date of application.”
When the roar died down around six PM Cherry handed Eden and Rene their driver’s license and Social Security cards. “Here you are in the data base for both drivers’ license and Social Security when the expiration comes due just renew them. You have been working at Four Diamonds as security consultants for the past eighteen months. If someone asks where just say that you can’t really say because it is a confidential government contract.” Rene looked at the license noting that it was printed on the photo sensitive plastic stock used by Maryland complete with hologram.
“How…”
“Don’t worry about how just realize that these are the real thing. Your passports and other documents will come later. Here are two credit cards. They are real and have ten grand each on them which will be your signing bonus. They are live round right now so don’t be careless.” Rene was about to say something but Cherry got there first. “I’m thirsty and Xavier is outside with the limo.” Cherry took Rhonda to the limo followed by Sera, Eden and Rene. Xavier took the party to the favorite watering hole for the police.
There were two tables left and the women took the large table. Four men took the last table. Eden recognized the last man to sit down as the one that she screamed ‘mother fucker’ at.
“Are you boys celebrating something?”
“Yeah, two dykes quit this morning and stormed out screaming obscenities.”
“What a pair of cunts.” His partner Roy chimed in.
Cherry jumped in. “It sounds like you are a couple of bad ass pricks.” Sera hung her head shaking it from side to side knowing that the C word always incited open warfare with Cherry.
Roy was half out of his chair when his partner Steve put a hand on his shoulder. “I guess we had that coming. There were some hard feelings there. Bob across the table there copped a feel and the rookie turned him in.” Eden was looking straight into Bob’s eyes and he still didn’t recognize her. Eden was sitting with her back to Roy and turned around only inches from his face without even a flicker of recognition.
“Come on these jerks are going to ruin our evening lets go.” As the ladies stood up the drinks arrived two B-52s each. Cherry threw $50 on the tray and started to leave. “Hey what are you going to do with the drinks,” the waitress asked. Cherry took the 50 off of the tray putting it in the waitress’s blouse pocket slapping the tray spraying the contents of the ten glasses over the four men. “They can wear them.” Cherry heard Bob charging after her and she was about ready to make her move when she heard a thump and a groan. The bar tender was standing over Roy.
“I am sick of you foul mouthed idiots chasing my business out of here.” The bartender looked up at Cherry. “You run along, I will buy you and your friends a drink if you come back anoth
er evening.”
Cherry got in the front seat. Eden and Rene were going crazy. “They were only inches away and they didn’t recognize us. What happened to Bob?”
Cherry did not sound happy, “I was set to drop him when the bartender stepped in. I need to dump some of this excess energy.”
Rene smiled warmly, “That was Frank he is a retired cop and a real sweet guy. That’s why all of the cops drink there.” Rene realized, “Frank didn’t recognize us either. Cherry you are a genius.”
“Thank you but right now this genius needs a place to eat, seafood if possible.” Rene, Eden and Rhonda shouted out, “Clam Diggers’ it’s kind of folksy, not exactly cheap but the food is out of sight and the beer is frosty.
Cherry looked over at Xavier, “Would you care to join us.”
“Yes but Nadia and Ted arrived this afternoon and we have a training day tomorrow, so don’t over eat tonight.”
Maalik was relieved that the Coroner was a religious man and fought to get the bodies of Haroun and Jamal released quickly. The delay in releasing them just gave him enough time to make funeral arrangements and summon enough men for a Salah. He was allowed to perform a wudu in the morgue while they were waiting for the paper work. The bodies were wrapped in three pieces of cotton cloth and buried before the sun went down. Considering how they died Maalik felt that this was miraculous giving thanks to Allah. Now he would have to find the women that shot them. Maalik made some calls to the few friends that he had inside the police department finding that they had been forced to resign. A few more calls yielded their names. He was now looking for Eve Mendenhall and Rene Duda.
Maalik looked in the phone directory and found an E. Mendenhall and went to the address listed in the directory which was a small apartment in a large apartment complex. He studied the door which did not look that formidable. Maalik went back to his car grabbing a mini nail bar from his car. At ten in the evening he could see no one moving around the complex and decided to force the door. Maalik took hold of the door knob giving it a soft twist only to find that it was unlocked. Walking in the apartment he was greeted by the smell of fresh paint and strong cleaning solutions. He put his hand down on the carpet finding it to be still damp. Maalik made a quick dash around the apartment only to find that nothing was left not even crumbs in the kitchen cabinets. This struck Maalik as not being normal because in his security work he had seen vacant apartments untouched for weeks, even months.
