Where Fox and Hare say Goodnight 18

»Wow, that`s pure luxury! At least, I don`t have to cut the fucking stake by myself!«

Indeed, the boat waiting for Mike at the shore of the fjord was just a wooden box with one pointed end. There was a three yard pole to stake it, but no oar or anything to make it more manoeuvrable. When he and Billy had loaded the three bundles aboard, there was barely enough room for him to stand.

»Take care, Ozzy! Water corpses are a mess to prepare!«

Billy lit a cigar, and Mike did the same. Usually, this would have been a no-go with an enemy sniper being out there, but they wanted to show Colleen that he was alone whilst Billy was retreating towards the sleigh.

The boat slid through the darkness, with only the stars offering some light. Mike clenched the cigar between his teeth and bent forward to reach the ground with his stake. Now, he was doomed to wait for things to come, for without an oar, getting back to the shore would be quite difficult.

Then, he noticed a faint humming. From the other side, another boat appeared, only slightly bigger than his, but driven by an electric engine. He could see a silhouette standing in the stern, and then, a flashlight was pointing at him.

Mike shielded his eyes and placed the stake inside the boat.

»Have you got what I want?«, a female voice with a noticeable American accent asked from the dark. Mike put his hands under the shoulders of the Russian closest to him and lifted her into a sitting position.

»Here, packed for transport!«

»That could be anyone, even your friends! Show me they are women!«

Mike shrugged and pulled on the blanket until the Russian`s breasts came free. Colleen insisted that he did the same to the other two. Mike asked whether he should also remove the hoods, but obviously, Colleen seemed satisfied. Then, the light turned on her own boat, showing him two women kneel side by side. Both were stark naked, had their boobs thrust out and their heads were covered with tape and what looked like pantyhose. The spot than focussed on Mike again.

»Now, remove your pullover!«

»Really? That`s your kink?«

However, he obeyed, for he was sure that Colleen had her weapon pointed at him. As he had placed the pullover in the boat, Colleen said:

»I just wanted to make things easier for you – in the water!«

There was a muffled scream, followed by a splash, and Mike knew that she had just thrown one of her captives into the water.

»Bitch!«, he yelled and jumped, too.

The icy water hit him like a hammer, and he felt as if a thousand needles were pushed into his flesh. As an ex Royal Marine, Mike was a good swimmer, but he had hardly trained in such cold water. He fought himself to the surface and there, two yards away, he saw something about to sink.

He reached the girl before her head went under the surface, and, treading water, he pulled her on his chest. She was squirming from the panic of drowning, but her tight bonds prevented her from flailing or grabbing his arms.

Mike cupped her boobs with his hands to keep her head above water. He could feel the cold slow down him already, and he quickly began to push himself forward with his legs. The shore could not be farther than some 100 yards, usually just two rounds in the swimming pool.

»Hrrrmm! Gghhmmm!«

»Oi, blame the bitch, not me!«, he gasped, trying to keep the girl from moving too much. In front of him, he could see the silhouettes of the boats disappear; obviously, Colleen had towed his boat to hers. Things definitely didn`t go according to plan!

His heel hit a rock, and Mike knew he was close to the shore. Collecting his last reserves, he now pulled the girl to the snow-covered pebbles. Steps approached from the side. It was Billy, who had tried to keep an eye on him, despite the dark and the distance. Together, they carried the bound and gagged girl to the sleigh and wrapped her into a blanket.

»She needs to get into the warm!«, Billy concluded, removing the tape from around her eyes and mouth whilst also rubbing the blanket over her skin.

»Not just her!«

So far, adrenaline and him moving fast had kept Mike warm enough, but now, standing in the cold in his trenched clothes and just wearing a T-Shirt above the waist, he knew that he would freeze to death if he didn`t get into dry clothes or inside a heated room. He ripped the clothes that already began to freeze from his body. Meanwhile, Billy had managed to pull the pantyhose hood from the girl`s head. He forced a smile on his face.

»Ice-bathing in winter! I must say, Linnea, Norwegian girls` habits are strange!«

Linnea just blinked, still gagged and also shivering from the cold. Mike, now clad only in his pants, tapped on Billy`s shoulder.

»Billy, I need your help!«

The man looked at his near-naked comrade and shrugged.

»As long as it isn`t that you want to cut me open and warm your hands in my entrails, I will do what I can!«

***

»That went pretty well!«

Colleen had seen Mike swimming towards Linnea when she had quickly tied the boat to hers and started the engine again. It was a small electric engine, so, she wasn`t fast, but without a boat, Mike would not be able to follow her in the dark, even more as he had to get the trussed up Linnea or at least himself to the shore first.

She looked down on Lenya, lying naked to her feet. The girl shivered in the cold, and Colleen draped a blanket over her. After all, she wanted her to be alive when her CIA colleagues would take over. On the other boat, she could see the bared breasts of the other three Russian agents, but they were still having their blankets wrapped around them, so, they wouldn`t freeze to death until they had reached her hideout.

»So far, USA 4, Russia 0 – and Britain 0, too!«

Little did she know was that inside one of the cocoons on the second boat was no Russian, but a French. Isabelle had persuaded Mike to take her with him, and she had even stripped naked to not look suspicious if Colleen would have a look. Her bonds, of course, were loose, and underneath the hood, only a vet wrap covered her mouth, instead of the panty gag the two Russians had to chew on.

Isabelle shivered as the cold breeze brushed over her bare boobs. In addition, she was grateful for her gag, for she had screamed when she had heard Mike jump into the water. She knew that he could swim well, but it was damn cold, and in addition, she knew that now, she was the only chance they had in getting Colleen!

***

At the old listening post, the two women on the couch twitched when they heard a knock at the door. Then, Kristin carefully looked through the window. She had squeezed herself into Isabelle`s ski suit, and though it kept her warm, she felt even more naked than before with the stretchy material emphasizing every curve on her buxom body. Mailin had wrapped the blanket around her.

On the coffee table, Milena, whose place Isabelle had taken, was lying. She was still naked and tied as Mike had trussed her up, though she now lacked the blanket and hood plus the vet wrap of her gag that Isabelle had »borrowed«. Still, she was gagged with two pairs of panties sealed in her mouth, and she was fixed to the table with some ropes, too.

So far, Mailin and Kristin had taken the Russian agent`s presence as an excuse to not speak about what had happened between them, since none of them wanted to leave Nastja alone for even a second.

The door now sprang open and Kristin oppressed a scream. In stepped Billy, bent forward and stumbling like some creature from a monster movie. As he stepped in, he dropped a large bundle to the floor, and now, they could see his strange appearance came from the fact he had had a blanket draped over him and the woman he had just brought inside.

»Linnea!«

Mailin darted forward to her naked colleague and began to ungag her. Billy closed th door, stepped closer to the radiator and scoffed.

»I am okay, too, thanks for asking!«

Kristin now gazed at him. Billy was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and despite him being rather fat, it was clear that he was freezing, as he was rubbing his arms and legs.

»What happened?«

Billy coughed before he could answer. Then, he gave them a short summary of the events by the attempt to swap hostages. Mailin, who had finished freeing Linnea, stared at him.

»You mean, Lenya`s still in the clutches of this-«

The blanket had slipped from her shoulders, revealing she was still stark naked, just like Linnea. Billy just nodded.

»Ozzy borrowed my clothes, so he could get after her! At least, he left me my shorts – oh, and that one!«

He produced a flask and took a sip, sighing with pleasure. Then, he generously handed it to Mailin who took it with trembling fingers.

»I think Linnea could need some, too!«

The girl still looked hypothermic. Kristin had turned the small radiator to full extent, but it was still not warmer than some 12 degree – a sauna compared to a bath in the fjord, but still, a bit chilly for her to quickly warm up. Mailin accepted that they could do nothing for Lenya at the moment but to hope for Mike and Isabelle to be successful in overpowering her. In addition, Linnea needed her help and so, she bent over her, instilling some of the Brandy to her.

Billy suddenly felt the effects of his latest efforts, too, and her sat down. Mailin looked around: the only pair of clothes was the ski suit Kristin was wearing, but she didn`t want to further embarrass the manager and so, she did the only thing she could to keep Linnea warm: cuddling against her and wrapping the blanket over their bodies.

»We have to talk anyway!«

The faint cough from Linnea turned out to be an attempted laugh. With still blue lips, she croaked:

»Talk, hm? J-just d-d-don`t confuse m-me with L-Lenya!«

***

Cursing every cigarette he had ever smoked in his life, Mike kept on jogging along the fjord as fast as the terrain and the snow allowed. He could se no trace of the boats, and he knew that his plan depended on a rather vague hope, but time was on the agenda and so, he forced himself to run until he could see a dim light in front of him.

When Colleen had told him where to go, he had looked at the map on Google Earth. Like all fjords, this one was very long, but narrow, and so, it was crossed by two bridges before it reached Kirkenes. One of these was not too far ahead, and Mike just hoped that, since her plan was to get the Russians out of Norway, she had her hideout closer to the shore, so she could get to the Open Sea, most likely with a bigger boat than she had now.

The bridge wasn`t very impressive, just some 120 yards long and wide enough for either two cars or one van to pass at the same time. It was lit by two lanterns that rather showed its position than to really enlighten the area. Mike stumbled upon the now empty bridge, cowering behind the railing and catching breath as he looked at the black waters of the fjord.

SPINK!

The shot hit the iron railing, and he reflexively rolled over his shoulder. He cursed his ignorance of the simple fact that even though the light on the bridge was dim, he was like on the presentation table. Obviously, Colleen had not only spotted, but recognized him.

He was now lying on his belly, out of reach for Colleen, but also unable to do something. Colleen seemed to have a rifle, whilst he had only a pistol. She could now wait until he made a false move, or disappear into the dark, whilst he could not leave his cover.

Suddenly, he heard a muffled shriek, then a shot.

»Belle!«

Mike jumped up and headed for the railing. He could see nothing but blackness, but now, there was a flash as Colleen fired once again, followed by a splashing sound.

He aimed at the direction of the shot and fired two rounds. None of the bullets hit Colleen, but now, she spun around, and since the boats had driven closer to the bridge, he could now see her aiming at him. Mike pulled the trigger once again, but it jammed. Maybe, the gun had just not survived his bath earlier well.

Colleen smiled, but as she fired, she suddenly staggered and fought for balance. Mike, who saw his only chance, jumped over the railing. Colleen saw him coming, but could not dodge him as he landed upon her. Both slammed down on the boat´s planks, and Mike felt the pain as his knee hit something wooden. However, the impact had driven the air out of Colleen`s lungs, giving Mike the fraction of a second he needed to get her into a chokehold. For a while, Colleen fought, and Mike got a few more hits on his aching ribs, but then, he finally got his biceps over her throat and when he yanked his arm, the Black collapsed in his arms.

»Belle?«

Mike was still on all fours, but looked around. In the water, he could see a blanket swim on the waves.

»Oh no, not that! Not now, when we have already won!«, he thought, and a cold fear began to build in his heart. Then, he heard a cough.

»Belle!«

The answer was a faint croak, accompanied by the sound of clattering teeth. He could see Isabelle`s head at the railing, and as quick as his new injuries allowed, he leaned over and pulled her inside the boat. Isabelle was naked, and a loose bandage was around her neck.

»What the hell? Are you fucking Arielle now?«

He took her in his arms, trying to keep her warm as he reached for the blanket lying on the planks. Only now, he recognized the naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded girl lying there. From the size and form of her breasts, he guessed it was Lenya.

»C-c-cold!«, Isabelle stammered, but Mike had to set priorities and after he had provisionally wrapped her into the blanket, he put Colleen who still was unconscious into a strict hogtie and stuffed her mouth with the panties of both Kristin and Linnea he still was carrying with him. After he had sealed her mouth with some tape, he took Isabelle in his arms again, waiting until the warmth of the blanket and his caresses had brought her back to life.

Still trembling, but also considerably proud, she told him that she had wriggled out of her loose bonds and waited for an opportunity to do something when she had heard Colleen shoot at the bridge and had blown her cover.

»I-I just knew i-it was y-you!«

Mike kissed her, and she continued that she had just jumped up and screamed, though the wrap was still covering her lips. Then, as Colleen had spun around, she had just let herself fall overboard. She had been able to shake off the remaining ropes, but the freezing cold water had hit her almost like a shot from Colleen`s rifle would have.

»Phew, that was cold! But I think you know that!«

»Aye, I just hope that at the wedding night, my dick and your nipples are no longer the same size! But – how could she miss me? I mean, did you cause her to stagger?«

»Mmhhmph!«

It was Lenya, still lying on the planks. Mike turned towards her.

»You? You did this?«

Lenya nodded. In fact, she had just squirmed as she had heard the first shot, but luckily, she had caused Colleen to lose her balance. Mike brushed over the girl`s naked flank. Whilst he bent over her to work on her bonds, he said:

»You just saved the lives of two citizens of the NATO! So, I think we can find something less dire than Guantanamo for you in the future!«

***

At the harbour of Kirkenes, a strange group was waiting by a black van. Inside, a man with a bandaged leg was occupying an entire bench, and the five women were clad either in ski suits or combat gear. Only an Indian man and another one with grey hair looked more or less normal.

Bishop had sacrificed his last money in cash to rent the van from a worker at the mine, and so, he had luckily brought the group to Kirkenes airport. Here, he had opened the safe where he had not only deposited his phone, but also his diplomat`s passport, and so, he had been able to arrange that once the rest of their group had arrived, they could skip formalities and just enter their jet.

»Now, all we have to do is wait!«

This had been harder for some than for others. Lalita and Samantha had of course worried about Isabelle, but at the same time, they had been able to console each other. The same was for Cordelia and David, whilst Veronique had searched the company of Bishop. Lioba had left her former rival alone and tried to console Ravi.

»If one can bring things to a happy end, it`s Ozzy! I mean, I will die an old Cat Lady, but-«

At that moment, Ravi`s phone rang. It was an unknown number, but it was Mike.

»Oi, I only knew your number by heart! Now, give me Roddy, we need all the connections he might have!«

***

A few hours later, the quietness of the airport at night was disturbed by a landing helicopter. It had a white star in a blue circle on it, and the Sergeant jumping from it and saluting to Bishop had a New York accent.

»So, you`ve got something for us, Commodore?«

»That`s right, Sergeant! Four – curious neighbours!«

Bishop pointed over his shoulder, vaguely at the direction where Russia was. The Sergeant waved to three of his men and they followed him to the van where Mike was waiting, also saluting in a way that showed his military background.

The Sergeant had been told what was expecting him, but he nevertheless seemed impressed by the four cocoons waiting for him. Four figures that looked female, but this, he could only say because the blankets they had been wrapped in and that were secured by several loops of rope, emphasized their breasts. The blankets covered the women from neck to ankle, and their socked feet were secured at the big toes with zip ties whilst their heads were covered with black hoods, secured with tape around their necks. One of them, a tall girl, was fighting her bonds and fuming through what seemed to be a massive gag, whilst the other three seemed rather apathic.

»This one seems a bit unruly!«

The Sergeant made a gesture towards one of his men who produced a bottle and a rag. He soaked the cloth and pressed it over the tall one`s face, not bothering to remove her hood. She bucked and mewed, but then, she lost consciousness and collapsed in her seat.

»I didn`t know the Russians have such tall girls!«

»Seems she wanted to pass as a Norwegian, Sergeant!«, Mike answered. The American shrugged and he and his men carried the trussed up women to the helicopter. Then, he turned towards Bishop and Mike and, lowering his voice, he said:

»When we take off their hoods, they will be not only at sea, but below! We will get them to our submarine and then, they will travel West!«

As the helicopter took off, Mike turned towards Bishop.

»What do you think they`ll do when they find out?«

His superior shrugged.

»Well, we told them three quarters of the truth! Three of them are Russian agents! I think they will aske them some questions, but after some months, they will either send them back or allow them to stay. After all, it was just a listening post, they won`t kill them for that! And number four – well, id she doesn`t die from embarrassment, she will also have some questions to answer, though in her case, I think degradation will be worst case scenario!«

Mike nodded grimly. He had taken some glee in stripping Colleen naked and tying and gagging her like the Russians. However, in her case, he had secured the ties with zip ties and tape above the ropes, and Colleen`s crotch rope not only was tighter than that of the Russians, it also kept the egg vibrator inside her, put on a medium speed. He had left her the moist camo panties, but as a hood, in addition to the black hood concealing her identity and even her skin colour from her own comrades.

»Maybe not the fate they deserve, but since everything turned out to be fine for me, I think I can live with that! Now, let`s get aboard and say Goodbye to Norway!«

***

»Do you think she will talk?«

Lenya was referring to Kristin they had dropped at her city apartment where she wanted to have a shower and then go to bed to not wake up before the next 24 hours. Mailin put her arm around Lenya`s waist and kissed her temple.

»I think so. I mean, this English guy offered her quite a sum for her silence, and in addition, it would be quite embarrassing if some of the details would be known. Also, it would be her word against that of two Policewomen!«

Lenya chuckled and reached for Mailin`s hand.

»Do you think it will work out? I mean, me – a real Policewoman?«

Mailin took the other`s face into her hands and looked at her.

»Hm, except for you being more beautiful, I see almost no difference! And everyone else around her knows only one Linnea Andersen – you!«

She kissed Lenya`s lips and added:

»So, as long as the real Linnea is half as happy as I am right now, we have nothing to fear!«

Lenya slung her arms around Mailin`s waist.

»Maybe, I should start my new career by arresting you for being too sexy!«

»Oh, Officer, will you strip search me?«, Mailin asked with a hoarse voice. Lenya pushed her hand under her sweater.

»As a start! But I promise you one thing – you will scream for mercy long before I am ready with you!«

***

Inside the plane, Billy had once again looked after David`s leg.

»I think if you stop going on trips with us for a while, you will be fine in a few weeks!«

David scoffed.

»Don`t worry, my stag night will be a classical pub tour at Edinburgh!«

He looked up to Cordelia who was caressing his hair and shaking her head, though she was smiling.

»Dr. Brough, before organizing your stag night, you might start by a real proposal! Once you are back on your legs, I expect you to get on your knees!«

She made him lean back, so his head rested on her lap. She looked around; then, she took his hand and put it to her breast.

»Until then, I will take care you don`t decide to run away once you can!

***

»And I thought you`d only invite me for a NBA beer!«

»Tomorrow, I will do so!«

Ravi sat beside Linnea, his arm put around her. The girl was wearing some discarded clothes from Mailin that made her look like the cutest tramp he had ever seen.

Back at the listening post, when Mailin had warmed her with her body, it had seemed as if he had also melted some ice, for suddenly, Linnea had cried, and Mailin had just held her in her arms, consoling her.

»Just let it out, girl! The last two days have been more than rough!«

At that moment, Linnea had no longer been able to hurt Mailin in the slightest. And so, she had decided to do what she could that she and Lenya would not be ripped apart from each other. At Kirkenes, there would be only one Linnea Andersen – the one that had started to work at the local Police some days ago.

»As long as it works out between us, I don`t even have to lie to my parents! I will tell them I met someone special – who`s from England, so, I decided to go with him!«

Ravi grinned a bit sheepishly. Three days ago, he had been an ordinary teacher at Sheffield, and now, he had stumbled into what more and more turned out to be a relationship.

»I hope you won`t regret it in a few weeks! We would have to live from a teacher`s salary!«

Linnea shrugged.

»I think the British Police is also in need of qualified new women! So, I think, with two salaries, we should be able not to starve! So, your parents must not fear that we will soon live together in your old room!«

Ravi chuckled.

»Mom`s jaw will sure drop if she sees you!«

»Yours also dropped when you saw me for the first time«, Linnea replied and kissed him. »Besides, thanks to Lolly and Samantha, we are only the second greatest jaw-dropper for her!«

»Sounds almost like you!«, Mike whispered, pointing at Billy who had fallen asleep before the plane had even reached its full height and who was now snoring loudly. Isabelle poked his bruised rib.

»Rot in hell! From now on, you will hear it until death will part us!«

»Before you start sawing logs, you might want to hear what my idea for the future is! I mean, if you still want to spend it with me!«

Isabelle looked up to him and Mike continued:

»Roddy offered me to become an instructor for the Service. Then, I could teach the youngsters whilst I would have the salary of a Captain, plus a notable gratification, and could live a respectable and stable life as a husband – and as a father, for what that means!«

Isabelle hesitated and Mike frowned.

»You look a bit less enthusiastic as I`d have expected. After all, it was you who complained that my current lifestyle was too unstable!«

She nodded and brushed over his cheek.

»I know! I even caused us to break up because of that! I mean, it sounds all fine, but – I just don`t want to end up as a devoted housewife!«

Mike smiled enigmatically and kissed her lips before he whispered:

»Then, you may perhaps like the second part of my future plans: the Service needs more female instructors, preferably such with a military or Police background who speak a second language and have some – practical experience behind the lines! Most preferably beautiful redheads with cute freckles on their nose!«

Isabelle reached out and slung her arms around his neck.

»You mean – I would be your assistant? Or colleague?«

»In the service, we prefer the term ›comrade‹. Anyway, I know what they say about couples who also work together, but on the other hand«, he pointed at the seats where they could see the top of Bishop`s head, though Veronique was sitting beside him, »maybe, my superior will be together with your aunt, and so, I think I could get one step closer into that circle of incest!«

Isabelle pondered. The last year had changed her looks on law enforcement, but in that job, she would still fight criminals, though others than before, and with other methods. She changed her position so she could kiss Mike before she answered:

»Okay, I will do it – under one condition!«

»That I will call you by your new rank when we are in our bedroom?«

Isabelle cocked her head.

»That, I would expect anyway! But you must promise me one thing: if my future career consists of showing young female recruits how to cope with being bound and gagged – I insist that the Service orders only panties from ›Lolly`s Panty-Monium‹ for that purpose!«

»Deal!«

Mike kissed her; then, he let his fingers wander over her and plucked on the zipper of the ski suit she was still wearing.

»It`s either the bath in the fjord or the coming wedding – my hands are getting cold again!«

Isabelle arched back and sighed as he pushed them inside her suit.

The End