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Chapter 49 Document Retrieval
“There’s the furniture van right on time,” said Portia watching the delivery truck marked, “Simon’s Furniture and Appliance,” park directly in front of the building where the Posse’s apartment was located. The Simon family had been operating a successful chain of local furniture stores for three generations but that particular vehicle had nothing do with their business. It was 10:00AM Monday morning. Stacy and Portia were participating in their first Club Josephine operation.
It had been a busy three months since they became interns. Sir Charles had proved a strong taskmaster requiring the girls to learn all facets of the global drug trade. Portia concentrated on research and analysis while Stacy developed the tradecraft of a field operative.
Portia, Simone, and Alex were in an unmarked step van at the far end of the parking lot. Alex was heavily armed in case something went wrong. Sir Charles always insisted every operation have the capability to shoot its way out of trouble if matters went awry.
“Reynolds certainly looks the part of a deliveryman,” said Portia training her field glasses on the tall muscular man in coveralls who climbed out of the van first.
“I’m not sure Francis is all that convincing,” said Simone watching the much smaller, feminine-featured Francis exit followed by Stacy. “And Stacy’s way too pretty to be delivering a refrigerator.”
“Francis made a delivery to my bottom last night and I thought he looked the part,” said Alex.
“We’re lucky no one’s around,” said Portia watching the identically dressed threesome walk to the back of the truck.
“Even if they were, no would notice anything out of the ordinary,” said Simone. “Apartment dwellers mind their own business.”
Stacy waited as Reynolds used the truck’s power tailgate to lower a large box whose marking indicated it contained a brand name twenty-three cubic feet refrigerator/freezer. The box had been weighted just enough to maintain the fiction something substantial was inside. Reynolds and Francis pretended to manhandle the box onto a two-wheeled dolly. Stacy, clipboard in hand, led them to the building’s elevator.
At Apartment 311, Stacy used her key to open the door. “We’re in,” said Stacy speaking into the tiny microphone clipped to her lapel.
“So far so good,” responded Portia.
Stacy’s first order of business was to retrieve the hidden microphone she had placed under an end table the previous Friday night. Club J’s Control Center had continuously monitored the audio to make sure the apartment was empty. Stacy knew Mike periodically had the apartment checked for electronic ease dropping; so it was important the microphone be removed as soon as possible.
Next, Stacy led the other two to the rear bedroom and then to the closet where she tripped the spring-loaded secret door. Stacy pulled the light cord then took a careful look around. Everything was pretty much as she recalled it. It did seem like there were some additional files lying on the big four-drawer file cabinet. Several new weapons had been added to the arsenal.
“Hold it,” she said to her two companions as she removed a high-resolution digital camera from her pocket. She carefully photographed the room’s layout. Her purpose was to capture exactly how everything appeared at the time of entry. Later when they returned the file cabinet, Stacy could use the images to make sure all was as before. Camerawork finished, she stood aside as Reynolds manhandled the heavy file cabinet on to the two wheeled hand cart and rolled it to the empty refrigerator box they had left in the hall entry way.
Stacy used the rug vacuum to remove the impressions made by the cart’s wheels. Francis held the box’s hinged flap open as Reynolds maneuvered the file cabinet inside the refrigerator box. Stacy closed the secret door. There was the possibility that even if Mike or Zack came by they would have no reason to go into the room and notice the file cabinet was missing. The apartment was seldom used except on weekends and then only at night.
Stacy made a final visual check as she closed the door. To a casual onlooker, it would appear Simon’s was delivering a new refrigerator and hauling away the old one.
Fifteen minutes later the delivery van had crossed over the Charles River Bridge into Boston and backed into the loading dock of an empty warehouse Sir Charles had leased. Inside the warehouse office was the equipment needed to make good quality copies of the file cabinet’s content. Portia had arranged for the short-term rental of a high-speed paper document copier, audiocassette copier, photo reproducer, videocassette high-speed duplicator, and a combination CD and DVD dubbing machine. She had also designed and tested a workflow where the contents of each folder would be separated by media type, duplicated then returned to the folder in its exact original sequence.
The goal was to copy the entire contents of the file cabinet then return it to the apartment by 1:00PM. Stacy, Portia, Francis, Reynolds, and Simone set to work on the first folder. Its subject was Cambridge City Councilwoman, LeAnn Price.
“I didn’t know LeAnn Price was a lesbian,” said Stacy as she fed a photo of the Harvard alumna and prominent local politician and another woman entering the Posse’s apartment. In a clearer second photo, Stacy recognized Wynona, one of her fellow Posse sluts lying on her back in bed while the Councilwoman performed orally. Been there and done that thought Stacy recalling the taste, smell, and appearance of Wynona’s sex.
Stacy placed the folder’s DVD disc in the high speed dubbing system and pressed the Execute button. “Damn, Wynona and LeAnn Price in bed. This I got to see.”
“Stacy, there isn’t time for you to whack off to salacious scenes of local politicos performing perverted acts. Stay focused. There will be plenty of time later for voyeuristic orgasms,” said Portia.
“Sorry, Portia,” said Stacy taking one more look at Wynona and LeAnn embracing before feeding the document into the photo reproduction equipment.
At slightly before 1:00PM, the Simon truck pulled back into the parking lot. The cover story was that the recipient noticed a dent in the side of the refrigerator and demanded a replacement.
Once Reynolds had maneuvered the file cabinet into place, Stacy used the camera’s display to confirm the cabinet was exactly in the same location on the carpet as it was before.
Stacy would have liked to examine a new Israeli assault rife someone had added to the armaments collection; however she carefully closed the access and helped Reynolds remove any telltale signs from the carpet. Sir Charles had pointed out Posse members being police had access to confiscated weapons. The secret arsenal provided a source of untraceable guns in case the Posse needed to murder someone.
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“Some of these people are retired or deceased,” said Sir Charles closing a file folder he had been examining. “Michael Cabreeze must have started his blackmail activities soon after he graduated the police academy. Arguably, he is the most powerful man in the state, certainly the most powerful officer in the criminal justice system.”
“They weren’t even alphabetized,” said Simone.
“I doubt he has to refer to them often,” said Portia.
“If ever,” said Reynolds looking through a series of still photographs of a Boston police captain accepting a bribe from a local Irish mafia figure.
It was late afternoon of the same day. Sir Charles and the others were reviewing the contents of the copied file cabinet. The number and sophistication of the various blackmail schemes was impressive.
“It’s surprising how successful and widespread he has been at entrapping people in his schemes,” said Portia. “Key legislators in both houses are involved plus he owns three Congressmen and a Senator.”
“He has shown himself to be technologically adept. Earlier files contain film photos and taped voice conversations. The latest employ high definition digital video capture,” said Simone.
“One day when this is over, I’m going to find and seduce Mark. He’s so damn cute and he sucks cock like a dream,” said Alex.
“He’s also a terrific fuck,” said Stacy. “He’s bisexual.”
“No such thing as bisexual, you’re gay, straight or lying,” said Francis.
“That’s homosexual propaganda. I’m definitely bisexual,” said Portia. “In fact, studies show that man’s natural state is most probably likes the bonobos apes, bisexual.”
“What’s a bonobos,” asked Reynolds?
“A subspecies of chimpanzee that is genetically speaking the closed living species to man, their DNA is a ninety eight point eight percent match to ours,” said Portia.
“And the bonobos are bisexual,” asked Alex? “I wonder where one could acquire a bonobos. They would make a wonderful pet.”
“They love the one they’re with,” said Portia. “That includes male and female, close or distant relatives; absolutely no one is left out.”
“So you are like a bonobos,” said Alex.
“Yes, but I have my preferences,” said Portia leaning over to kiss Stacy who returned the kiss.
“So many lives could be ruined if all this became public,” said Stacy ending the kiss. “I feel like shit about the Russos. I was responsible for that one.”
“You were forced to do it, Stacia. But yes, we must handle it carefully. I’ll establish a review process supplemented by our own research. If someone is an innocent or even not so innocent victim of the Posse’s blackmail scheme, we will destroy his or her file. But if the person has willingly served the Posse and done harm to others, we will allow the files to become public at the appropriate moment.
“It isn’t just public officials. He’s got several newspaper editors and television station owners in his files,” said Simone looking at a photo of an older man kneeling down in front of Mark. Mark was holding the man’s head forcing his cock to the back of his throat. The man’s lips were embedded in Mark’s pubic hair. “This guy Mark’s got a beautiful piece of hardware. Have you done him, Stacy?”
“Yes, many times, talented swordsmen and he gives excellent head,” said Stacy. “I also screwed his father in prison.”
“How was he,” asked Simone? “I’ve heard good things about sex with inmates.”
“Multiple orgasmic, like all serial killers, we plan to get married when he gets out.”
“Oh, will he be paroled anytime soon,” asked Simone?
“Unfortunately, he is serving three life sentences consecutively,” said Stacy.
“You girls are full of shit,” said Reynolds then added, “Sorry, Sir Charles.”
“Very orally gifted young man, Mark Wilson is on my must have list” said Simone looking at another picture of Mark and the station owner engaged in mutual oral.
“I’m getting an erection listening to you talk about him,” said Alex. “Let’s kidnap him and have our way with him. Who’s up for a Mark Wilson gangbang?”
“In due time, Alex, calm down,” said Sir Charles.
“Stacy, you and Vera Russo are so erotic together. It makes me wish I were back in school being spanked by my favorite teacher. And I adore her handsome husband’s penis,” said Francis watching a copy of the Russo DVD on his laptop. “I’ll vote for him when he runs for Congress. Did you find him good in the sack, too?”
“Excellent, although he was wearing a pair of Vera’s red panties,” said Simone.
“I see. How adorable he looks,” said Francis. “Tell me more.”
“It’s a stand up nine incher with an impressive girth, fulfilling to say the least,” said Stacy. “His wife was aggressive at first then passive. It was role-playing where the student gets spanked then the teacher.”
“I love it,” said Francis watching the screen.
“Have you seen them since you made the DVD,” asked Simone?
“No, Mike and the Posse occasionally bang her while hubby watches; then he eats her cream pie. Their relationship is complicated.”
“And what an adorable mushroom head, my man pussy would adore having it deep inside,” said Francis continuing to watch as Vera paddles Stacy while her husband masturbates. “Is he bi?”
“Probably, don’t know for sure but I would suspect under different circumstances his mushroom could find its way inside your tush. Vera is definitely into girls. She wanted us to get together for one on one,” said Stacy.
“Enough, I’m hard as Gibraltar,” said Sir Charles. “I suggest we go to my room, get in bed, and watch Stacy Does Cambridge together.”
“Excellent idea,” said Francis. “I’ll fantasize that those two darling boys bonking Stacy are fucking my ass not hers.”
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