The Remote Traveler (The Remote Series Book 1)

by Finian Blake

  Sarah started out, “We told you that we had put something together for a little revenge on Harry.”

  “You said little. The CIA, NSA, and the Navy are going crazy over in the States and Scott’s phone is ringing off the hook. He wants to know where you got that picture. You involved the Inn much more than I thought you would.” Alex hung his head knowing that he over stepped his bounds.

  “Evan and the Senator were going to get away with murder and then come after Edward. I thought if they found the plane there was a chance that he would be caught and that would put an end to things.”

  “Mom put me in charge of the Inn you need to clear things with me, before you do them. What am I going to tell MI?”

  “You are right of course. We should have filled you in on the whole idea. What would you like us to do?”

  “I want you to go to MI in person with me and fill Scott in on the whole thing. I will fly you out there personally and we will all do the debriefing.” Alex felt a surge of pride in his daughter. She was taking charge and leading the way. Lynn had done her job well.

  “How much do you want us to tell him?”

  “Tell him the whole thing from the beginning until now.”

  The chopper landed at MI and they were shown immediately into Scott’s office through the private door. It took the better part of an hour to explain the whole mess with Lynn sitting behind the conspirators like a school teacher.

  Scott switched to his serious demeanor. “I heard about the sweeper teams, but I didn’t know who was running them. These teams were out to kill Edward and Layla?”

  “Yes, we knocked out five of their teams and their California base. From what I understand there is one last team actively working.”

  “We lost a few of our agents over there. Do you think that it could have been one of these teams?”

  “It’s possible they have destroyed all of their files and are shutting down.”

  Scott held up the picture. “How did you get this with remote viewing?”

  Sarah jumped in. “Edward and Layla gave me a sketch and I dummied it up on the computer.”

  Scott had to ask the big question, “Could you do something like this for us?”

  “There are the restrictions that we described. It is kind of like using a cell phone. If you have the number, it should be possible to reach it anywhere that it is turned on. We would be happy to apply our gift to something like hostage rescue, but assassination would be out of the question.”

  “How will you know what your talents are being used for?” Layla leaned back and looked Scott in the eye.

  “We will be able to see it.”

  Scott frowned he could see the other side of the two edged sword. “This whole thing stays in this office. It just got classified as ‘BEYOND SECRET’. Would you like to become UK citizens?”

  “We are citizens of the world, but we will never act against the interests of the UK. We have been loyal in the past and plan on continuing that loyalty in the future. I am sure that Lynn is ever loyal.” Scott was hoping for better, but realized that these services had to be voluntary.

  Scott decided to bring up an unresolved issue, “We will be happy to continue our relationship. I would like to ask you one favor. We have a Counsel missing in Oman could you help us?” Layla and Edward asked for something personal from the Counsel.

  “Scott, we need to have someone or something that is particular to him.”

  Scott pressed, “You found the Senators wife.”

  “We had prior contact with one of the other passengers on the plane. He was with her, so we found the person that was with her. If you can give us something to work with, we will be happy to locate your Counsel. It’s like trying to call someone without having the whole phone number.” Scott was happy to hear that there were limits to what they could do.

  “Edward, I will try to round something up. Will you be at the Inn?”

  “Here is my cell phone number when you call we will go to work on your problem as a first priority.”

  Alex called Simone from MI. He was in luck and reached her on the first try. He took Edward and Layla with him to have lunch with her. They met in Trafalgar Square under Lord Nelson’s statue.

  Simone opened the conversation, “I hope that you realize that this is not the best spot to meet someone from France.”

  “Simone, I didn’t realize that there was still a problem.”

  “It was just a joke. What, can I do for my friends?” Alex went into detail about the events leading up to today. When he was finished he made his pitch.

  “Simone, I want you to ask Harry for an introduction to the Department of Commerce. Beth and Arlene are going to introduce a new line of clothing in the US and you are exploring the possibilities.”

  “I can’t sew.”

  “Beth and Arlene can and you look great in their fashions. Of course we will supply you with lots of samples in your size.”

  Simone had one reserve. “But, my country will never go for it. It would be too expensive and they would not want to piss off your country.”

  “I will bank the trip and we will give you a regular French passport instead of your diplomatic passport. You will be a French citizen working in the fashion industry.” Alex patted Simone’s purse. “It will be worth 180,000.”

  “Euros…?”

  “No in pounds deposited in your Swiss account before you leave.” Simone stroked Alex’s cheek and looked at Anna.

  “I love the way your husband does business. I may steal him from you.”

  “If you can steal him, I don’t want him. You can screw him for a test ride and I don’t think that you will be disappointed.” Simone laughed at Anna’s comment.

  “You are not the standard American wife.”

  “That’s because I am Russian.”

  “Your English is perfect. I thought that you were American. In any case I will call Harry and get things started.”

  “Come back to the Inn with us. I will have Sarah start on your passport.”

  Simone was impressed with Sarah’s operation and was astounded at the speed at which her new passport was produced.

  “Sarah I thought that you did commercials and advertisements.”

  “I try to keep this end of the business quiet.”

  Simone had a special question, “I was trying to get a new identity in case things ever go wrong. This business is uncertain at best.”

  Sarah stroked her cheek, “Since you are helping my nephew, I will do a full work up for you. Where, would you like your papers to be from? We will do a complete history as part of the deal.”

  “How much do you want for this service?”

  “Normally we charge 25,000 Pounds.” Simone gasped at the price. Sarah defended her work. “All of your documents will be registered in France. When you renew your passport you do it through the passport bureau and the same will go for your driver’s license. You could pass a full Interpol or NATO check. The bribes we pay are astronomical but the results are absolute.” Nina walked in and handed Simone her passport. It was printed on official French stock, complete with holograms and stamps from several different countries. Simone was astounded by the quality of the work.

  “25,000 will be just fine.”

  “I said that the normal price was twenty-five. My brother in law said that he would pick up the price for you as a bonus.”

  “Then you are Russian too? You defected!”

  “No I died. Some bastard generals killed me and dumped my body in the Black Sea. I died before you were born.” Simone thought that she knew everything about the Inn. She made a mental note not to pass this information on to the DGSE. “Before you begin your new life, you may want Alex to kill you. He is quite good at it. Alex has killed over a third of the people at the Inn.” Simone’s head was reeling now. She stumbled on a subculture that she believed only existed in spy novels.

  Beth and Arlene’s shop was the next stop. Simone’s size six was a popular size at the
inn, so they had enough reserve to fill a large suit case. They had several items that they had finished for her. There were no labels in any of the garments. Simone was the same shoe size as the older Lynn, so she let Simone have the choice of shoes for the trip. Sarah wanted all of Simone’s personal clothing to have some wear on it and by the time they were done. Simone looked like a highly successful business woman. Susan had the last touch.

  “Here are two credit cards. They are good for $25,000 each. They have been in effect for at least five years so checking the cards will yield nothing. We have changed the name on the account, but the Bank of England will back the name up. It’s a pivot account that we set up with the help of MI.”

  “Can I use them?”

  “Use them like they were yours. Edward’s future is on the line and Alex is backing the whole operation. Here is a first class ticket for the BA flight tomorrow morning. Harry is on the same flight have him moved up to first class using your points on BA.”

  “I don’t have any points on BA.”

  “Simone, you have 700,000 points on BA. We just checked. BA is a national airline and as long as we pay for the miles they will cooperate.”

  Alex and Anna had Simone over for a family dinner for the final briefing.

  Alex let Anna take the lead. “Harry is going to meet with Senator Mudson for a debriefing. He is your goal. The Senator is a cross dresser. We want you to feed his habit until it is out of control.”

  “What if I can’t get to him?”

  “Go to the Commerce Department and try to make some appointments. Make the effort to get an Import License and go through the motions. Do not try to get any black mail evidence on the Senator. We would prefer that he sink himself.”

  Simone checked in and went to the first class lounge. Harry was a diplomat so he was allowed to use the lounge.

  “Harry, there you are I was afraid that I was going to miss you.” Her call the day before had alerted him that she would be on the same flight.

  “Why are you going over to the States?”

  “A company hired me to obtain an Import License for them.”

  “I thought that you were just a whore.” Simone reached under the table and grabbed his inner thigh firmly.

  “If you tell anyone I will cut this off. It is one of my naughty little pleasures. I enjoy sex and I can do it there without slutting around town. If I was a real whore, I would have charged you for the pleasure.” Harry looked her over carefully. Her outfit had to have cost at least 1,000 pounds and she was flying first class.

  “My apologies it was a first impression.”

  “Harry, are you flying up front?”

  “No Simone BA lets diplomats use the first class lounge. I am in the back of the bus.”

  “I have some extra miles would you like to fly together?” Harry brightened up considerably.

  “Do you fly often?”

  “Yes I have a ton of miles.” Not being a trusting individual Harry wanted to see if Simone was a plant.

  “May I see your passport?” Simone handed him the well-worn document. There were several stamps from the US plus stamps from all over the world. Simone was not a casual traveler. Simone suddenly appreciated Sarah’s expertise.

  “I do the buying for several manufactures in London and France. This is the first time that I’m applying for an Import License. That’s why I called you. Do you have any friends in the Commerce Department?”

  “No I am primarily in security.” Simone smiled and stroked his cheek.

  “Is there any chance that you have a friend of a friend that can help me navigate the Department?”

  “I will ask around. Do you have a hotel?”

  “I am staying at the Hilton. It has a good business center and it’s convenient.” They called for the flight to board. Harry enjoyed the personal service that British Airlines provided. He made himself comfortable with Simone seated next to him.

  The trip took a little over six hours. Harry stuck with Simone going through the first class line in customs instead of the diplomatic line. She placed her two large suitcases on the counter and opened them declaring one case as samples and the other as personal. The inspectors looked through the case with the samples noticing that none of the samples had labels.

  “Why are the labels missing?”

  “We are going to have the stores put their own labels in the garments.” The inspector looked at her French passport and paperwork. After discussing the issue with the supervisor he passed her through. Simone closed the bags and started to walk away. Harry presented his Passport to the official.

  “This is a diplomatic passport. You don’t have to clear at this point.” Harry nodded his head toward Simone.

  “I’m working.”

  “Do we need to stop her?” Harry leaned forward and whispered into the man’s ear.

  “I’m trying to get laid.” The official nodded and passed him through without hesitation.

  “Good luck…”

  Harry rushed to catch up with Simone.

  “What did you tell him?”

  “He wanted to know why I didn’t use the diplomatic lane.” Harry smiled sheepishly. “I told him that I was trying to get laid.”

  Simone smiled and stroked his cheek pushing her French accent heavily. “That is a guarantee.”

  Harry wanted to stay close to her, “I have a car meeting me. Can I drop you at your hotel?”

  “I would love a ride.” Harry found his ride telling the driver that Simone would be coming with them. The car drove down route 66 and turned north on to the Belt Way. The city turned into suburbs and then into countryside. Simone did her best to sound worried.

  “You guys aren’t going to take me out in the woods and gangbang me are you?” The driver chuckled.

  “We have orders to make a stop first. Harry insisted on you joining us.” Simone kissed Harry warmly.

  “A kidnaping, you are a romantic!”

  The car drove on and turned onto a long tree lined drive. It pulled up in front of a southern style mansion. The driver opened the door removing the bags from the car.

  “I have been instructed that you will be staying here tonight. Evan was not happy about your friend. She will stay here while we check her out.” Pauline met them at the door. She did not look happy.

  “This is a debriefing not a Holliday. Who’s the tart?” Simone put on her indignant act with a chilly French frost.

  “I am not a tart. I was kidnaped. Please call your FBI.” Pauline raised an eyebrow.

  “We will see. Let me see your passport.” Simone handed her the document. Pauline studied it for several minutes, as she walked around Simone. “What do you want with our Harry?” Simone put an acid tone in her voice.

  “We were going to my hotel and I was going to fuck him until he got me into the Commerce Department.”

  “Well that sounds honest. Harry has business here tonight, after we checkout your story the car will drop you off at your hotel. If you checkout, we will get you an appointment with the Secretary of Commerce for your inconvenience. Could we see your purse?” Simone kept the frost in her voice.

  “If it gets me an appointment, here is my purse.” Pauline relaxed a little.

  “Would you like one room or two?”

  “One room will do.” Simone stroked Harry’s cheek lightly. “Harry will get screwed anyway. I always keep my promises.” Pauline instructed the driver.

  “Put Harry’s bag in the guest suite and put her bags in my room. You don’t mind if I look in your luggage do you?”

  “Why not, I brought the line here to show.”

  “The line…?”

  “I want to get an Import License for a line of lingerie and ladies clothing. This is an exploratory run. Everything is my size I was going to model it too.” Pauline looked her over critically. Simone was the same size and dressed extremely well. Her boots had to be worth a few hundred dollars. The jeweled gold short spurs caught Pauline’s eye.

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��Do you make Equestrian clothing?”

  “Yes I even brought a few riding crops too. They are for the bedroom more than horses. You know how the English love to ride, or is that ride to love.” Simone looked out the door at the stables. “I see that we may have something that will interest you. Most of our clothing is high quality and versatile.” Simone started to play with her words.

  “Do, you do English?” Pauline asked.

  “I am very English. I like to ride hard.”

  “Then we may have something in common.” Pauline turned to Evan. “Why don’t you debrief Harry? I will finish with Simone.”

  Pauline indicated the stairs and followed Simone to the second floor. The jeweled spurs fascinated her.

  “Are those spurs any good for riding?”

  “It all depends what type of riding you are doing. I need to get out of these boots my feet feel like I’m walking in a swamp.” Simone opened the door that Pauline indicated. Simone stopped cold in her tracks. A slightly built man had her bags open and was holding a lace teddy up against his chest. “Pauline, I think that your mount needs some training.” Everybody froze for a minute. Pauline was stunned at the sight.

  “Georgiana how dare you?”

  Simone did not wait, “Pauline, would you like some help training your mount?” She spun the Senator around. “He is the right size.” Simone pushed the Senator’s face down on the bed in the pile of clothing. “If you want to wear my clothes you will have to shower. Georgiana let me see your hands.”

  “Why do you want to see my hands?” Simone lightly raked the back of his thigh with her spur. Georgiana shrieked and held out his hands. Simone inspected his hands.

  “If you question me one more time,” she raked his thigh one more time with the spur. “Is Pauline your mistress?”

  “Yes…”

  “Would you like some help with your bad boy.” Pauline was getting into the game.

  “I would love some help.”

  “Georgiana needs a bath and a manicure. He has already ruined some of my hose.” Simone slapped Georgiana on the ass. “Get naked your first lesson will be grooming.” As the Senator was undressing Simone extended her boot. “Help me off with these I can’t sand them anymore.” Georgiana carefully helped Simone with her boots. Simone held a spur up to his lips. “Give it a kiss to prove that there are no hard feelings.” He kissed the spur and continued undressing her.