Book 11: Tammy Interludes     "Guard of the Thistle" Part 2

This story takes place after the end of Snowfall's story Chrysalis Project Book 10: Iron Dolphin Books 3 & 4

For all of Tammy's adventures ---> click here

 
Thursday 28th September 2017

Tammy doubted she'd made a sensible choice that morning, but perhaps the pain was worth it? She'd started with a swim in the pool at home, rising at six to avoid any silly questions. By Eight she was in the office, checking her bike before a ride around town.

She retraced the route she'd taken the previous day but looped for a second go. The climbs felt harder second time around and she managed to annoy the driver of a school bus when her legs struggled with the last uphill section of her route. Downhill she couldn't get a decent speed as the traffic was building up and diesel fumes were way too close, this was not the experience she wanted.

Joey arrived at the office as Tammy finished wiping her bike down. It hadn't rained whilst she was out, but the roads on the higher ground were damp and that hadn't help her enjoy the ride either. Something also felt wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Tammy, You need a shower!"

"Thanks, much, but that's not really possible right now, is it?"

"Just sayin'! Coffee?"

Tammy nodded, instead of making a sarcastic reply, as she to change back into her work attire; grey cropped trousers and a lilac blouse with black low heels. After stuffing the riding apparel into a bag to take home, she used a few wet wipes on her face and other bits, chastising herself for the waste. Nonetheless she finally put on a little slap and the visage in the mirror had returned to resemble her public appearance. Tammy had never been a huge fan of make-up, taking the less-is-more attitude, but there were times when it was needed, and her current mood had dictated that she appeared confident and ready for the world, even if the opposite was true. Yes, she had remembered some of Lyssa's lessons. Even hearing her voice whilst working in front of the mirror.

"I will get my 'collective shit together'. Become; and remove all doubt." Tammy repeated quietly to herself.

A fresh mug of coffee was waiting on her desk.

"Thanks, I need this."

"Yeah, sorry about what I said, how did it go last night?"

"Well, I believe I have myself sorted for tomorrow night's dinner."

"No, the schoolboys?"

"Three were girls, except that caused a problem."

"Why?"

"None were obvious Lady material but would manage as witches okay, however one insisted on playing a male role."

"Why would that be a problem?"

"Because either I had to make one act like Lady Macbeth, which would be a struggle, or persuade one of the boys to become her."

"But didn't Shakespeare only use male actors?"

"Yes, and I wasn't expecting a problem, it wasn't an issue when I was at the school."

"You went there? Weren't there other girls?"

"I was the first."

"Oh."

"That was then and this is now. We have our coffee, let us tackle the day."

Joey handed the binder back. "I went through it. I can see how some of it is helpful. Still, it is a bit much for me and I don't think you'd get me into most of it."

Tammy sighed. "I know it's stereotyping but somehow I don't think you'd even get in the door of a London firm, even if your experience was enough! I just wanted you to have the knowledge for options, so you know how to power dress if you need to. I will suggest this; when you go to court, consider the effect of your appearance. It will determine how you are treated by the people that talk to you and thought of by the people that listen to you. You want them to take you seriously and on your side as much as can be. I know this for fact." Tammy explained.

Joey sighed. "Alright Tammy."

Tammy nodded. "Let's crack on then."

First, though, Tammy needed to make sure she had transport.

"Smart Air, how can I help you?"

"Jim, it's Tammy."

"Oh, good morning. I guess this is about tomorrow?"

"Who told you?"

"Your father, he suggested you needed to use Katie?"

"Yeah, I have a few dresses in bags that mustn't be folded, somehow they wouldn't survive my Cruiser."

"We don't need the Epic for the weekend right now, but I hear it'll be parked up from Friday afternoon until Sunday morning?"

"Sunday afternoon probably."

"Fine, so if we need to borrow it for a paid job, it's only in Inverness, and we'll get it back to you by lunchtime on Sunday. Can you lodge the keys with the usual agents?"

"Sure, thanks Jim."

Next she needed her hair done and kicked herself for not calling sooner.

"What do you need?"

"A tidy-up."

"Friday afternoon?"

"I'm flying out just after lunch, how about this afternoon?"

"Nope, no chance. Hold on, there's a cancellation for ten in the morning, but it's a short slot."

"I'll take it!"

It was near lunchtime when the keys to the Princes Court property were brought round.

"That's quick, has the sale already gone through?"

"No, but the solicitors are handling it and the other agent trusts me. Can you let the electrician know he can collect the keys anytime? I think I'll pop in and have a look for myself."

Tammy grabbed an umbrella as the road was getting damp again.

She ignored the shop door and went around to the back of the property and climbed the steps to the rear door. Someone had been serious about security as there were high and low deadlocks as well as a standard mid-door latch. Once inside she found herself in a small lobby, leading into a short hallway. Although Joey had photographed the rooms, she'd left the hallways and smaller spaces alone, perhaps some guidance was needed for her younger assistant?

Tammy had a tape measure in her bag and recorded relevant measurements into a file on her phone. There were fittings for a washing machine in the rear lobby but she hadn't seen a washing line outside and wasn't even sure that she wanted her smalls out in public? Perhaps a washer/dryer was needed?

The kitchen wasn't huge but there were sockets and spaces for all the appliances. All the electrics looked new so she guessed her electrician wouldn't need to do much apart from the mandatory safety checks. She decided to head up to the top floor and work down, she identified one room at the back of the property as an obvious office. It faced East so would be light in the mornings, although the winter sun rose just past nine o'clock around Christmas, perhaps that was just an excuse to start work late? It only had one power outlet so that would need attention, perhaps her guy could also install a network cable down to the main telephone point?

There was a small bedroom on the same floor, which could be a guest room but she couldn't envisage having many guests to stay? Perhaps if she left the room unfurnished, her mother wouldn't ask Tammy to look after someone overnight? The main bedroom was on the middle floor and already had fitted wardrobes but Tammy realised she would need more, much more, hanging space, or leave some clothes back at Dunbankin'? There was another, smaller, bedroom on this floor too but she envisaged that as a dressing room? Maybe that was there would be enough space for her growing shoe collection, although she wasn't another Imelda Marcos yet.

The main bathroom was on this floor and was already well equipped with a large shower cubicle and a corner bath. Tammy was of a generation who showered much more often than bathed. At school a shower could be taken once a day, but baths had to be booked with the Head of House a week ahead and only the school nurse could expedite a same day bath. There were times, however, when Tammy appreciated a long soak and now she didn't need anyone's permission.

Back on the ground floor there was a small dining room but the front of the property was taken with the shop. Tammy ignored that and followed the stairs down to a basement level. Here she found a large open plan room and mentally she imagined rugs, sofas and a great audio system. She decided it might be useful to test the sound insulation? The floor was wood panelled and the ceiling was clearly false, perhaps hiding pipework and cabling? Tammy wondered if the basement had been a store for the shop in the past?

There was a toilet and a utility cupboard down here. Tammy prodded the cupboard sides and found a loose panel. She pushed on one side and it swung out, revealing a small combination safe. It was locked and, unsurprisingly, there were no hints as to the code. She photographed it with her phone then replaced the panel. There was a good chance that the agent hadn't known about the safe and perhaps the previous, deceased, owner had taken the code with him.

"Too bad I didn't think to ask Krystel about safe-cracking lessons."

She went back up and entered the shop through a security door, clearly designed to keep irate customers out of the accommodation! There was a counter but no racking or display equipment. The windows were obscured by blinds but she could see the street through the door. Suddenly a face appeared and rattled the door. Tammy was startled but recognised her tame electrician.

"Come around the back." She shouted, waving her arm.

Tammy met the electrician and handed him the keys.

"I need extra power sockets in each room, future proofing, plus can you take a look at running a double network port in each room?"

"Sure Miss Smart, any idea where you want the panel?"

"There's a utility cupboard in the basement that should be big enough, can you mount it high on the back wall? I'll have Telecom bring the phone line in there."

"Okay, I'll take a look then email you with my plan and an estimate, when do you want it done?"

"It'll take another week to exchange, possibly two, so how about three weeks?"

"Will the property still be empty by then? It makes the job alot easier?"

"Yes, and I'll send a decorator in after you!"

Tammy left him there, satisfied that she was making a good decision. She knew that her father would need to take a look and would have constructive ideas, but what about Joan? Did she need to get permission from her paymasters either? What about security? These questions would need answering.

She dropped into the bike shop before heading back to the office.

"Ah, hello again Miss."

"Hi, I know I didn't get my bike from you, but something didn't feel right this morning. Could I bring it in and you take a look at it?"

"Who set it up?"

"I did."

"And your aftercare is down a phone line to Perth?"

"Yeah, maybe that wasn't the best option?"

"Okay, bring it here in the morning."

"Thanks."

Tammy returned home mid afternoon before she could get caught up in more work. It looked like Joey would have to look after Friday on her own, again, Tammy hadn't worked a full week all month!

She walked up the stairs debating between a long soak in the bath or even a glass of wine to unwind. Instead she was surprised to find her stepmother in her room.

"Mum?" Tammy called as she walked in.

Joan turned, holding up a linen skirt suit. "Zara pressed some of your things. Where did all of this come from? And she mentioned new luggage?"

"There were raffles and give-aways, for clothes, cosmetics and classes for advanced presentation. I won a luggage set, which came in useful!" Tammy said casually then began putting things away.

"So it really was a conference?" Joan asked.

Tammy nodded. "Yes, Mum. It was all about being a business-woman, being respected and presenting the best you can. On the first day, I met with fitness consultants. I've been given a nutrition and exercise plan. I've already achieved results."

"You do seem a bit more fit and not trudging in. Oh, that's lovely!"

Tammy held up a tea-length periwinkle chiffon dress. "Yes, from Dior. In fact, I think it will do for tomorrow evening."

"Tomorrow? Pru said something about Inverness?"

"I have an invite to an military awards evening, plus the get-to-know-you dinner, I'm a plus-one."

"I was never asked to be a plus-one for anything like that, how did that come about?"

"A Colonel asked me."

"A Military awards evening? What's it about?"

"The Guard of the Thistle, and I still don't know what it is?"

"There's an Order of the Thistle, but the Queen is involved and I believe they hold that in Edinburgh? Anyway, can you spare the time and are you getting roped into more cloak and dagger stuff? I worry."

"I know you do, but please don't. This weekend I am just arm candy for an old man in a uniform. You might have noticed that I'm not involved in the intelligence community any more, but it opened a few doors for me." Tammy opened the remaining wardrobes.

"I'll need shoes for the chiffon dress."

"White, perhaps?" Offered Joan.

"For day, yes. But for night; the silver Dolce and Gabanna sandals." Tammy pointed to the rack in her closet.

Joan gawked then turned back. "Tammy, I may not be a fashion consultant, but the way you now name off shoes and so on; I feel lost."

"During the seminar I became aware how out of touch I was. I discovered that many women in business take notice of what you wear and being able to name it for them has value. Not just what it is, but who makes it. Many judge you for it. Just saying 'a black skirt and white blouse' isn't enough. They see that. But when you say the skirt is; say Burberry? And the blouse is Vivienne Westwood? That changes things. Men do the same with their suits. Have you noticed? When Dad was attending these meetings I saw other men, and their assistants, ask Dad about his suit and he named it, not the store he bought it at." Tammy explained.

Joan thought. "I never gave it any thought I never attended any meetings or functions like that very often. I think I was asked once before and I said I got it in Debenhams, the look she gave me was very dismissive. Now I see why."

"During my time at the school, fashion had no value, it wasn't a part of the training for real life so I never learned about it. Perhaps, with the introduction of girls, that may be changing as well."

"Perhaps so."

"As we are talking, there is something else I would like to discuss."

Joan sighed. "What's wrong?"

"No Mum, there's nothing wrong, but I do care and I think I need to clarify a bit. You see me flying off to the Caribbean or dashing to Inverness for a dinner. But, in the real world I am a university undergraduate student and I own an estate agency. I also am a qualified pilot, but I part own an airline, so why shouldn't I fly? My contacts recently trained me for diving, that means I can safely dive on wrecks or even inspect waterfront properties?. A useful skill that cost me a weekend - nothing more!"

Tammy paused. "When I said I was going to a trade seminar, you queried it but that is exactly what I did. Am I actively in the intelligence services? No, but they still need to talk to me occasionally, so I keep the channel open. I do prefer being on good terms with them, I may need them in the future. All I ask that you please rein in your worry. If something comes up that you, Dad and Angela need to know; I will tell you. Otherwise, just go on with things. I love you, Mum. Please relax. Everything is fine."

"Very well. I will try."

Tammy smiled. "I am going to finish putting this away then take a soak in the bath. I think I deserve it"

Joan hugged her. "That sounds like a good idea, dear. I'll see you for dinner at six."

When Tammy finally sat back in her bath she sighed. "Damage control for the day; done. Now, how do I tell her that I'm moving out?"

 
Friday 29th September 2017

Tammy was up early again for a swim, guessing that she'd regret it later. Once again she reached the office before most of Thurso had woken so took the bike, keeping her session to one circuit. She was outside the bike shop at eight thirty when the owner arrived.

"As I said yesterday, I think there's something wrong with my new bike, it just doesn't feel right."

"Good morning, I passed you a few minutes ago and I think I can see the problem, bring the bike in."

He disabled the alarm and switched on the lights, directing Tammy to a bike stand near the front of the store. She took the hint and parked the rear wheel.

"Get on."

It wasn't long before he had a set of Allen keys, Tammy was hopping on and off the bike as he adjusted it.

"My guess is that you last rode when you were a wee lassie?"

"Something like that."

"It's one thing taking a kiddy bike around a playground, it's another taking this bike around the streets. You were trying to sit up, that's the wrong position. I can help you with your posture but it doesn't help that the frame isn't quite the right size for you."

"The guy at CycleManiacs asked me my height and weight."

"Sure, but that doesn't tell him if you're longer in the body or longer in the leg? No two people are exactly the same and the bike has to be fitted to the rider."

"So did I waste my money?"

"No, we can adapt what you have, but the rule of thumb should be not to buy a bike remotely. I'm not saying that so I get your business next time you need two wheels, but just make sure you visit a bike store and not a ruddy website!"

Tammy left there ten minutes later and felt obligated to buy something, the owner disagreed.

"Please don't spend when it's not needed, all this has cost me is time and I know you'll be back. I'd like to call that an investment. Please keep your money for now."

Tammy took the bike back around the circuit and took heed of the guy's comments, her calf muscles didn't feel as bad this time.

She stowed the bike in the office just as Joey arrived, it was gone half past nine.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting to see you this morning?"

"Hence the laxitude you just showed?"

"I was planning on doing my hours."

"I hope so. I'm off home."

"Oh, the electrician dropped the keys back yesterday. What's your interest in the property?"

"I have a private client for whom it will suit nicely."

"Who's that?"

"Sorry, that's confidential."

"Oh, it's one of your spook friends?"

"Really Joey? We've covered the 'spook' talk, put it away. I'll see you on Monday afternoon, I'm back in the University that morning."

"Back to normal then?"

"If you can tell me what normal is around here?"

"Yeah. But don't forget I'm in Colchester from Wednesday."

"Damn."

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Tammy took her time, packing for her weekend. She had left the salon with her hair done and carefully showered when she reached home. She had the forethought to bring the gold-tone hair clip of the set given by Krystel. The fun had been learning they weren't ordinary hair decorations, each had the five most used lock-picking tools and also a tungsten carbide knife blade. All contained in material that concealed them from scanners. The set came with one each: Gold, Silver, Black, Neutral-Brown and jeweled. The set fit into grips under the top of her vanity case.

For this trip the medium suitcase of the collection was chosen, it too had a concealed compartment for adding her battlesuit along with the knee high boots and gloves. Tammy intended to be well prepared, including three field uniforms and lightweight boots she discovered the troops wore during warm conditions. Inside the suit/dress carrier were her dress uniform and the two frocks. In total, she carried three pieces of luggage as she picked up her vanity case as well.

A quick check of her handbag verified her needed credentials as well as other bits she kept at all times then went downstairs to leave. Pru happened to catch sight as she was leaving and had to look twice. To look more the part of an executive service pilot she was immaculately made-up. Tammy even had a new suit for flying Katie; a Carolina Herrera skirt suit, in white, with a Donna Karan silk blouse of navy blue. Instead of the white mid-heel pumps she now wore a pair of navy patent pumps from Prada. There was even a gold-tone name plaque pinned high of her left breast.

Three hours later; Tammy followed directions to park the Epic outside a hanger for McDonough Air. She found it amusing that several heads had turned as she stepped down the stairs and gave no hint to the looks of male appreciation crossing the tarmac to the hangar. She asked the manager, Geoff McDonough, to organise a taxi for her.

"Where to, Lassie?"

"Fort George, I've decided to join the regiment."

"Secretarial team?" He didn't appear to be joking.

"Assassination squad, I think your name's first on the list."

"Err, I'll get that taxi for you."

Tammy turned and went back to Katie for her luggage, smirking.

She checked in with the Sergeant at the Regimental security desk.

"Tamara Smart, reporting in."

"I have to ask, Miss Smart, are you carrying any weapons?"

"Yes, my Glock 19 and a knife. Oh, two spare magazines."

"I hope you are making a very bad joke, Miss, as you know very well that a civvie can't carry weapons in the UK."

"If you like, I'll retrieve my ID?"

"Slowly please."

Tammy produced her NATO ID as two troopers also arrived. The Sergeant stood up and saluted.

"Lieutenant; please you put your weapons on the table, M'am."

She did as requested.

"Why are you in civvies, M'am?"

"Because I'm here as a guest of Colonel MacTaggart."

"And you always carry a firearm?"

"Yes, I have my licenses with me, now I would really like to use a bathroom."

There was a laugh behind her.

"Typical, Tammy, typical!"

"Thanks for the help Kyle, I bet you didn't have trouble declaring your weapons?" She glanced downwards, Kyle blushed.

The guard sent the troopers away then addressed Captain Kyle Fielding.

"Is she for real, Sir?"

"Yes, and you're just the latest to fail to identify this beauty as one of Scotland's finest warriors."

"Well, I'll have to take these whilst you're on the site, and there's some paperwork - didn't you get the memo?"

"No, it was just a dinner invite so I just carried my usual light selection for personal protection."

It was another ten minutes before Tammy could head up to her room for the weekend. As she filled out the forms, the Sergeant gave the contents of her luggage a going over. Tammy hid a smile as the compartment in the suitcase went unnoticed. By now she really did need the loo and dashed for it after setting her things down on the bed. Back in the room, before she unpacked, she looked across the room. The windows looked out onto the Moray Firth and the view was magnificent. Tammy started to empty the suit/dress bag, she was holding up the Saturday night gown when there was a knock on the door, Tammy invited the person in.

"Kyle?"

"That's Captain Fielding to you, why does trouble follow you around?"

"I was doing quite well until this. No police, no terrorists. I was even caught up on all my emails. Perhaps someone should have warned the Black Watch?"

"We'll consider it training for them, I hear you have new playmates now?"

"That's not for discussion, Captain."

"That's not for you to decide."

"In this case it is, so sod off like a good boy. I'm here as Colonel MacTaggart's arm candy."

"Really? Do you know what this weekend is about?"

"Nope, as usual; no-one told me, but that's pretty normal about the military, isn't it?"

"So you came anyway?"

"It was delivered as an order, even if it was dressed up as an invitation." Tammy reached into her bag and retrieved the single sheet. "See?"

"Indeed, so do you want to know what the weekend is about?"

"Yes, Kyle, but if I don't unpack these cases then I'll have to find an iron and spend the rest of the early evening pressing my clothes."

"I'll wait."

"Okay, but you're not getting your hands on my knickers again!"

He took a seat as Tammy opened up the suitcase next, the one containing her battlesuit and boots, along with her combats. She decided to keep those secret and only unpack the other items, her separates and underwear then hung what she could and folded everything else into a couple of drawers, although one nightie went onto the bed along with the matching panties.

"You look quite organized, compared to previously."

"I took a course. Sorry it wouldn't do for you. It's for women only."

Kyle nodded to her collection of luggage and the clothing. "I guess if you plan to infiltrate Paris Fashion Week, you'll be ready."

"Among other places."

"That suit you're styling right now is something too. You didn't dress up like that last time."

"I flew a different plane as well. I wear what I want for my personal plane. For the one I flew here, I do dress up. This plane requires a certain image."

Finally Tammy unpacked her dress uniform, although Tammy had no idea if she'd need it, she brought it just in case. She finished by unpacking her make-up and toiletries. A quick check of the time revealed it was five pm.

"What time is dinner?"

"Seven this evening, it's not formal."

"Good, that just gives me time to get ready."

"Not yet, the Colonel wants to see you."

"I'll see him at dinner."

"He wants to see you as soon as you were ready."

"And I'll be ready once I've had a coffee then showered and made myself presentable. Please be back here just before seven to escort me."

Tammy opened the door and directed Kyle out of her room.

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Tammy made her own way down to the lounge after finding directions in a welcome pack, it was under where her handbag had landed when she rushed to the bathroom. She had no idea whether Captain Fielding would escort her, and had taken slightly less time than planned to get ready. Tonight's frock was the Dior periwinkle number with silver sandals, the one from Cathy would be left for the following night.

She found Sean MacTaggart in a corner, sat in an armchair.

"Here you are, Uncle, I brought that cheap whisky you asked for." Tammy said it very quietly and prayed that no-one else would hear it.

"Hmmm, Wolfburn? Couldn't you do better?"

"Not with the budget you don't give me!"

"I'm sure you could afford something after what the Americans paid you?"

"Yes, I can afford the exercise equipment and the diet plan, plus the need to look good, regardless. That doesn't come cheap."

"Ah, the cost of natural beauty ...."

"Plus, my other 'Uncle' does say you tend to be a bad influence and shouldn't be encouraged."

Sean actually rolled his eyes at that comment. "Like that renegade has room to talk. If he ever went to confession, the priest would have a heart attack in three seconds."

"Indeed Colonel. Now, you wanted to speak to me?"

"Yes, can we take a walk before we're called to the table?"

Tammy received a glass of a white Burgundy before Sean looped his arm through hers, directing the pair of them through the patio doors.

"That's quite the look for you, as was the outfit you arrived in."

"I'm equipped for most eventualities, Sir."

"Good, but try not to make a spectacle of yourself please?"

"I could have lied and said I didn't have any weapons, but what would have happened when they searched me and my luggage?"

"True, but did you have to carry a gun?"

"Yes, I still have no idea what is happening here, and I could be tasked to fly somewhere else."

"By your American managers?"

"Or by yourself, Sir."

"So you are not exclusive to our cousins?"

"Not at all."

"Good. I hope someone will be able to speak with you tomorrow evening now that you've clarified that."

A gong sounded and they were called into dinner.

Book 11: Tammy Interludes     "Guard of the Thistle" Part 3

This story takes place after the end of Snowfall's story Chrysalis Project Book 10: Iron Dolphin Books 3 & 4

For all of Tammy's adventures ---> click here

 

Saturday 30th September 2017

Tammy had been ordered to report for breakfast at seven, so had kept an early night - alone. At five her alarm clock went off and she bolted from the bed and slapped the off button at the same time. In only five minutes she'd changed to running attire and hurried down the stairs.

"Lieutenant Smart; going for a run." Tammy informed the duty guard, a sergeant according to his cuffs.

He signed her out, "This is the first time you've visited Fort George, Ma'am?"

"Yes, do you have any suggestions?"

"Head out of the main gate and take a right onto the coast road, Ma'am."

"Understood, thank you."

Once outside, Tammy breathed in the air, somewhere nearby was a clump of heather as her nostrils reacted to the sweet smell, although her eyes could only pick out a mown lawn, glistening in the morning dew.Tammy stretched then set out, she hadn't done a Lyssa-approved warm-up so kept it to a gentle jog at first.

Tammy kicked harder at 500m and again at 1km, and was now at her normal running pace. This was confirmed by her sport watch which kept her time, cadence and distance. Tammy hadn't seen a pool, nor was it in her welcome pack, so this run had to replace her daily swim and bike ride. Tammy decided to turn around at the 5km point, an increase on her usual distance. She made it back outside the base by six twenty but first stretched and cooled down before checking back in. The duty guard had changed but apparently knew she was outside so the formality was minimal. A shower beckoned.

A sheet had been passed under her door and she read it as she dried her hair, belatedy the weekend schedule had been decided. She had training and testing until 1600hrs, to be followed by the main ceremony and dinner. More training awaited on Sunday, but she hadn't been told what to expect.

She arrived in the officers' mess as required and had chosen her dress uniform, on the grounds that she couldn't possibly be wrong. Her hair was in a tight bun and she wore minimal makeup, looking quite austere compared to the previous evening. She decided to drop her ID card around her neck just in case anyone thought the Colonel's tottie was simply playing dress-up.

She took a seat near Captain Fielding and an orderly took her order, Tammy passed on the full Scottish and opted for the fruit and cereal choices, although a banana-nut muffin sounded appealing. Mango juice and a coffee completed her breakfast selection.

"What's planned for me, Sir?"

"You'll be told, in due course." Kyle replied dryly, taking note of her breakfast. "You actually plan to eat all that healthy stuff? You'll need calories to last the weekend."

Tammy looked up. "My nutritionist would prefer that I look after myself and since I like the results of the advice so far, I intend to keep to the plan. I might even need stores to supply me a skirt in a smaller size?"

Tammy expected nothing more from Kyle, this was his style and he clearly enjoyed playing the superiority game, but she was more than capable of being his equal. Tammy found the food filling, not worried that any sudden physical activity might not be good for her. The bulk of it would burn away quickly. There were regular looks over to her, a clear interloper, and she just smiled at first. However a few latecomers spotted her and came straight over. Kyle had already left the table.

"Becky?"

"Lieutenant Tammy Smart, at your service."

"But, weren't you at Hythe, a couple of years ago?"

"I have been many places, and I suspect you have as well?"

"Perhaps. Catch you later?"

Tammy smiled and returned to her coffee. Her week on the ranges at Hythe had happened after she had hesitated; an error that could have cost Tammy, and others, their lives. She hadn't hesistated again, although Tammy had a policy of only using a weapon for defence. Her week on the ranges had helped her develop an awareness of where danger might be and whether to shoot. A year later she was faced with the 'me or her' scenario at Elsie's funeral, that time Tammy chose to defend herself, whatever the consequences.

"Aren't you ready?"

Kyle had returned and was back in nasty officer mode.

"I was interrupted by some guys we met in Kent."

"That's no excuse, you were meant to be ready five minutes ago."

"Was I? Nobody told me where to go? Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to powder my nose." Tammy picked up her bag and headed out of the room. She didn't look behind her but, judging by the smirks, she'd scored a point. No doubt, Kyle would try to win the game, whatever that was going to be?

"Excuse me Ma'am?"

Tammy spun around to find a young female in uniform.

"Yes?"

"Corporal Staines, Ma'am, Colonel MacTaggart asked that I assist you today."

"Fine, do you know what's going on?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good, I'm heading to my room for a wee and to tidy up my face, follow!"

"The Colonel asks that you change into fatigues, ma'am, and report to the range in ten minutes."

"In which case he can get stuffed! I'll do this at my own pace."

"Ma'am?"

"Don't worry, Corporal, you won't be in trouble."

Tammy took fifteen minutes but Cpl Staines was fretting.

"Look, I promise you won't get into trouble, I'll be the one they're after. Staines, was it?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"First name?"

"Maisie."

"Right, Maisie, I'm Tammy. I do things differently and I'm not a professional soldier."

"You're a territorial?"

"No, I play at being a soldier when it suits certain people, like the Colonel. Take this weekend, all I received was a dinner invite, so I arrived as a civvie and gave the security guard a fright."

"That was you?"

"Yes, I was in uniform but not the sort you wear." Tammy opened a wardrobe and pulled out the relevant hanger.

"It looks like a hostess uniform?"

"I flew myself into Inverness Airport, so I played the part. That's what I do all the time, I put on a hat and play the role. What about you?"

"I joined as a cadet when I was sixteen but I didn't go fulltime with the army until I finished my Highers, I've been in for four years now."

"Corporal after four years?"

"Yes."

"Well done. Unfortunately I was just given the rank of Lieutenant earlier this year, with minimal training but I had no intention of even being in the military when I was eighteen! Where are we off to?"

"The indoor range first."

Tammy wasn't the only camouflage clad person there, but she ignored them all and focused on the range officer.

"I've been ordered to report here, Sir."

"Five minutes ago, that comes off your time."

"Naturally, Sir, what am I being tested with?"

"The Glock 17, have you used it before?"

"Once, but I use a 19 and a 26 regularly."

"This is a 9mm variant, you can have ten minutes warm up and then you test."

"Fine Sir."

Tammy pulled on her ear defenders and found an empty lane. She took a few shots to gauge the weight and the recoil but soon got into the groove and peppered the inner ring.

"It looks like that trip to the island was worth it. Thank you all." She muttered to herself.

The test started soon after, 50m then 100m. She slowed her breathing but let instinct take the shot. On the first target one shot grazed the inner ring, the rest were clustered around the bull. On the second and subsequent 50m targets she fixed that anomaly. At 100m she took more time and stayed inside the second ring but the tightly bunched shots had become a splatter. She repeated on a fresh target, both satisfied and dissatisfied with her results.

Tammy declined a third target at the longer distance and returned to the range officer.

"Not bad, Lieutenant."

"I've done better."

"In which case why didn't you?"

"I wouldn't want to let the boys know that a girl can do better, would I? They get so huffy over little things like that."

The range officer almost smiled but it was Tammy's time to leave.

"Where to Maisie?"

"The outdoor range. Did you just post a perfect card?"

"It wasn't perfect, I should have drilled every one through the bull. Have you tried pistol?"

"No, not yet."

The next range required a ride in a Jeep, Tammy guessed that Maisie only had basic driving skills judging by her ability to find every pothole.

"There you are!"

"Yes, Captain, here we are, now what do you have planned for me?"

"You're going to prove to me you can use the SA80."

"You know I can, I have a pass slip from Wattisham four months ago."

Kyle almost growled. "You can do better than pass, Lieutenant."

"Climb down off that soap box, Kyle, it doesn't suit you."

"You're on a charge!"

"I suggest you run that past Sean, given that I'm his totty tonight? Just a mo'. Is THAT your problem?"

Cpl Staines was barely believing what she was hearing but kept her mouth firmly shut.

"I'll deal with you later!"

"Of course, Captain, but my bedroom door will be locked. Come on Corporal, I have to prove I know which way to point the bang bang."

The range officer here had a standard issue SA80 waiting for Tammy.

"Firstly; strip it and reassemble." Tammy guessed he had been briefed, incorrectly, by the Captain.

"Okay, let me see." Tammy deliberately took a few seconds to work out the weapon, mostly for effect. It had, however, been four months since she'd handled the Army's standard rifle but soon she had the component parts on the table. She waited for a nod then put it back together.

"I heard you are just the Colonel's dinner date?"

"And how many dinner dates can handle a weapon, Sir?"

"There are plenty of people here who seem to know your face, but for the oddest reason can't remember why, Lieutenant?"

"I'd be breaching national security if I said anything, Sir."

"Okay, we're just using the 500m range today. Single shot, two magazines."

"Understood."

"You get four targets, we'll use the best two to work out your score."

Tammy pulled on the offered ear defenders, grabbed the weapon and waited until the NCO showed her to a clear lane. The Corporal had also been offered defenders so joined Tammy. Though Tammy had used the rifle before, her recent experience with the American weaponry had provided her insight to the pro's and con's of both. The SA80 was a bullpup design; compact, manoeuvrable and featured the magazine to the rear. The American M-4 and CAR-15 had forward magazine configuration, allowing faster reload time.

Methodically Tammy acquired and fired. Twelve rounds in, she pulled the trigger and heard 'click'.

"Damn." Tammy muttered then called out "MISFIRE!"

Rodrick's voice came back immediately in her brain. "Stay on target. Count to Fifteen. Clear the round to a safe point you will not be hit if it does go off. If it slow-cooked; unload, clear the chamber and check for a hung round in the barrel."

Slowly Tammy counted herself. Just as she breathed out Eight, the round went off and the recoil was less than before. Quickly she ejected the magazine then worked the bolt to clear the chamber. Tammy then worked the weapon to inspect the barrel then turned and raised her hand.

"FOULED BARREL, HUNG ROUND!"

The Range Sergeant rushed over, took the barrel and looked down it. "Damn. Good work, Lieutenant. Stay as you are."

Minutes later, Tammy's rifle was reassembled with a new barrel and she resumed firing. Her targets were retrieved and the Sergeant looked them over.

"Your misfire procedure seemed odd, but acceptable."

"At first I thought I had been slipped a dummy round, but I went through procedure just in case. Glad I did."

The Sergeant regarded her intently. "Review for me; misfire procedure."

"Keep my target and count to fifteen. If the round does not fire; clear the round to a safe point. Opposite a wall or other cover. If the round does go off; unload and clear the weapon then inspect for obstruction." Tammy stated.

"That'll do Lieutenant. Clean your weapon while your score is counted."

Maisie watched as Tammy broke down the rifle again and began cleaning it with the kit on a side bench. "You did that very well, Ma'am."

"I think I get a Huzzah for that?" Tammy winked.

Maisie smiled back. "Huzzah, Ma'am!"

Tammy finished cleaning then reassembled the rifle. The Sergeant returned with her score sheet.

"Fine score, Ma'am. You're done here." The Sergeant said then saluted.

"Thank you Sergeant." Tammy said, returning the salute, then turned to the Corporal. "Onward."

Away from the Range they stopped to pick up two bottles of water. The next stop was a gymnasium. Inside Kyle waited.

"Hand-to-hand." Kyle said simply. "Boots and tunic off. Put on the headgear."

Tammy took off her fatigue top and boots, she didn't think the green t-shirt flattered her.

Maisie took the top, handed the headgear and picked up her boots. She handed the Lieutenant a pair of gloves, styled as knuckle protectors. "Good luck, Ma'am."

Tammy glanced over to see Kyle pulling on a pair of boxer's gloves. "Thanks."

Tammy approached Kyle and pointed to the gloves. "I sense something unfair here, don't I get a pair?"

"Not a concern, life's not fair so neither should be your training. GO!"

Kyle circled her and suddenly threw a half-hearted right-hook. Tammy bolted to close in fast, almost nose-to-nose and gave him a fast jab to the high gut. Momentarily confused by her boldness he reacted by trying to grab her in a bear-hug. He had no clue that was exactly what she had wanted. With her shoulders and hips she kept him at range, going to work using her elbows and knees viciously. Her fists were up, directly facing his, but used to block his hands as she lashed out with her elbow for a right-cross to his jaw then her left knee to the front of his right thigh.

Off-balance and unfamiliar with her style, Kyle backed to reestablish his own range, but Tammy stayed close. A left upper-cut followed by another right elbow then her right knee to the inside of his left knee. Her assault was fast and unrelenting, infuriating the Kiwi. Finally with a bellow he simply tackled her to the ground and felt her squirming.

"GO ON LIEUTENANT! GO ON!" Maisie called out in support.

Kyle moved higher up to smirk in triumph then had the most confused look. Why the Hell was she grinning and moving downward. Suddenly Tammy rotated both her wrists inward, broke his hold and grabbed the front of his shirt. Her hold was crossed and she then twisted as her legs swung up and locked around his chest.

Kyle was quick to understand what just happened was bad and rolled to try breaking free. Tammy understood his plan and forced another half-roll and keep her position. By having him over her, she held the actual superior position. Tammy had all the traction and bracing for leverage, he had none. Soon after, Kyle realized she had him in some type of choke-hold, but so tied up and winded to get out of it. His eyes started to roll back and Tammy let go and used her foot to roll him off.

The few soldiers that were there had stopped to watch then cat-called as Tammy rolled him away and reached over to pat his face roughly.

"Wake up. I won." Tammy said

"That's some Lassie!" One of the men called out.

Maisie called back. "That's not just some Lass, She's a Lieutenant! HUZZAH, MA'AM, HUZZAH!"

Kyle came to, sat up and shook his head to clear the fog. "Fuck."

"Stitched you up right, Laddie." An older soldier said, patting his own gloved hands together.

Kyle stood up and pounded his fists together. "That's one. But only one."

Tammy knew he was really mad now; that was good and bad. It was time to cut the provicating and get serious - she had no choice to get nasty as Krystel had taught her now. She rushed in, threw her right hand forward, provoking another wide swing from him. The cliche' hay-maker from him was exactly what she'd hoped for and curled her arms up to protect her head and block it. Fast as Tammy could, she pounded the side of his neck with her right fist then his side, close to the kidney with her left fist, hammer-style then swung her right fist down to the back of his knee. Kyle dropped, but caught himself. Tammy snapped a quick kick to his foot and took him the rest of way down.

"FUCK!" Kyle yelled.

Tammy didn't wait, pouncing on him then using her legs to lock his arms back behind him and twisting her body. Kyle tried to roll over backwards to break the hold and only helped her to cinch up tighter.

"GET HIM, LASS!" A few of the men called out then whistled.

Maisie was not be out-done in her support. "YOU HAVE HIM MA'AM! GO ON!"

A man slid to stop in front of Kyle's upside-down face, looked from him to Tammy then slapped the mat. "PIN! THA'S IT!"

Tammy released him and rolled away to slowly stand up.

The man reached down to help her stand and looked down at her. "Lass, tha's a right nasty move. Le's save it for th' baddies."

"She got lucky." Kyle commented, rotating his arm.

"Lucky? Yer th' one bein' lucky. Lassie had y' ready to break. Tha's 'nough." The gruff Scot glared then turned back to Tammy. "D' know who taught y' fightin' like that, Lassie, bloody vicious lot they are. Don't think I've met you before?"

"She's Lieutenant Smart, Major Elliot." Maisie introduced.

Tammy queried. "A Stobs Elliot, Major?"

The big Scot laughed. "Aye. I be a Stobs Eliot. Major Gerald Elliot. What of y'?"

"Lieutenant Tamara Smart. I'm affiliated with the Thurso McPhersons, Sir." Tammy smiled.

Major Elliot's eyes narrowed. "Thurso? Can't be Elsie McPherson?"

"I'm afraid she's passed, Sir. Her daughter, Cathy, is the Head now. We all miss her though." Tammy said sadly.

Gerald Elliot sighed. "Heard it. Din' wan' t' believe it. Sure Thurso's in good hands, if'n she's Elsie's lass. Well, I say y' done here. Off y' go."

Tammy saluted. "Aye, Major. I just hope I'll have enough time to get ready for tonight."

"Oh? Who're y' with?" Elliot asked.

"Colonel MacTaggart." Tammy replied.

Elliot let out a booming laugh. "Wha' happen t' y' Lass; hit yer bonnie head or lose a bet? Off with y'!"

Lunch was next, in an ideal world Tammy would have washed and changed but she arrived in the officer's mess clad in the standard dress of a working soldier, and didn't stand out at all. She again took a lighter option but this time Kyle did little more than glance at her plate before taking a seat a few metres away. Once of the inquisitors from breakfast slid in opposite her.

"So you're a lieutenant now? I don't remember you having a rank at Hythe?"

"I didn't, and I wasn't there. Right?"

"Sure."

"How's your training going? Counter terrorist team for the Commonwealth Games next year, isn't it?"

"How the hell would you know that?"

"Probably someone told me, I'm sure the Captain would remember?" Tammy nodded in Kyle's direction.

"I seem to remember he, all of us, were trying to get to know you better last time we met?"

Tammy smiled. "Apparently I'm dangerous, a risk to your health and well-being."

"So I heard, it's a shame you're not on our team?"

"I have other things to do, but spending a month or two in Australia sounds like fun."

"It's going to be hard work."

"Really? I don't ever recall a terrorist incident at a Commonwealth Games?"

"Just because you never hear of it, doesn't mean it doesn't happen."

Kyle walked over. "I think that's enough, unless you both need a security awareness course and a hundred press-ups?"

Tammy wanted to get back to her room, at least change her t-shirt and freshen up, but the Captain wasn't going to allow her any niceties. "This is the British Army, not some Caribbean health club!"

Tammy knew in an instant that Kyle hadn't been fully briefed, although the evidence had been there for a while. She wondered if he'd been chosen to supervise her training simply as he was a familiar face? At least he knew enough not to query her rank or status but he was constantly underestimating her. Perhaps the old adage 'familiarity breeds contempt' was true for both of them? Maisie rejoined Tammy as they headed for the obstacle course.

"Have you done the course, Corporal?" Tammy was well aware that Kyle's hearing would pick up any breach of protocol so she kept the conversation to accepted norms.

"Yes, Ma'am, once. I can't say I enjoyed it."

The course was managed by a Sergeant-at-arms instructor. He appraised her once Kyle introduced the Lieutenant.

"You get two runs today, on your own, to get used to it. I'm told that tomorrow you will go with a troop, although I can't for a minute imagine why."

"Someone apparently needs me to prove I'm more than a pretty face."

"Well, watch out for the razor wire, it could damage your, er, face. Corporal, you've done this before?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, why don't you lead the Lieutenant the first run through?"

"Aye, Sir."

A few soldiers had gathered as the pair shed their jackets and this solicited a few cat calls. The sergeant put an end to it, but neither he nor the Captain gave the girls any privacy, this was clearly to be a spectacle.

The first run wasn't against the clock but Tammy had no intention of being a slouch. It started with a wall, Tammy hadn't done any climbing training and made a mental note to add that to her repertoire at some point. Despite this she was over it in a reasonable manner, with Maisie failing at her first attempt. Tammy thought about going ahead, but wasn't the Corporal supposed to be leading the Lieutenant?

A few of the watching crowd laughed at Maisie as she struggled over the top then looked at the drop on the other side. There was a crash mat, as Tammy had found. She thought about giving the girl some encouragement, but they were still within hearing range. Maise suddenly let go and fell in a heap, this was nothing like a controlled landing.

"Come on Corporal, get moving."

"I'm afraid of heights."

"That was clear, come on."

They passed through the next few obstacles without incident and then came across the rope wall. Tammy tested it then went up purposefully, Maisie seemed inspired and followed, although her face was a mix of emotions. They went down the other side and this led into the razor wire section, with barely ten inches of crawl space.

"Ouch!"

Tammy was in front and couldn't look around. She propelled herself using her elbows and struggled to keep her bum down but didn't succumb to more than a touch of the wire. She crawled out and now looked back.

"Damn, that's small!"

Maisie emerged some ten seconds later, her t-shirt had a rip and she was less than happy.

Tammy looked ahead and found the rope walk over a pit, followed by a plank walk. She took off and landed on the other side without a problem, choosing not to wait for the Corporal this time. Tammy knocked off the last few obstacles and reported back to the Sergeant-at-arms.

"That's a lousy time, but where's Corporal Staines?"

"I had to leave her."

"No you didn't, we don't leave anyone, understood?"

Suitably chastised, Tammy nodded.

"Take five then go back round, solo this time."

Maisie made her appearance and had a frosty reception from the Sergeant. A soldier handed Tammy a bottle of water and she accepted it gladly, although the Corporal received nothing. RHIP, thought Tammy?

She prepared herself and set off for the second time around, very glad she'd taken a light lunch. She was spurred by her bladder, however, which decided to ring its little bell. She arrived back at the Sergeant in half the previous time.

"Much better."

"Good, where's the loo?"

"Behind that gorse!"

Tammy wasn't impressed so did as suggested, it was not ladylike but she did her best to maintain decency. To his credit the Sergeant stopped one of the male soldiers who suggested he could lend her a hand, and another who said he needed the same bush. She returned and received a round of applause, Tammy couldn't prevent herself from turning crimson. Kyle walked over.

"By orders of the Colonel, you are now off duty for the rest of the day."

"Good."

"That's not my choice, unfortunately. I don't like being upstaged!"

"Then park your ego out of the way, Captain. Let me guess, just because you screwed me do you honestly think you own me? Guess what, nobody owns me."

She waved at Corporal Staines and directed her to follow. "We're done here."

At a suitable distance Maisie whispered. "Did you just say that, Ma'am, talk to the Captain like that?"

"Yes, he deserved it."

"But the other thing?"

"His ego is his biggest attribute, I'm not saying any more of it."

"Understood, Ma'am."

"Good. There is a problem to be addressed."

"Problem, Ma'am?"

"Your shirt. I saw it was ripped. I'll replace it as you were dragged in."

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Tammy checked herself in the mirror before picking up her bag, ensuring she had the correct lipstick in there. The fort wasn't warm in the September evening, as she'd found out, so her legs were encased in stockings and she had a throw over her shoulders. The dress had come from Cathy's collection but Tammy knew it had been Elsie's. It was a sixties classic, that suggested impurity without exposing anything - live dangerously without taking a risk. The label said it all, Chanel, obviously vintage. She picked up the thistle brooch and pinned it on, completing the look.

Tammy stepped out of the room and headed down to the main hall, her heels clicking on the stone stairs. She accepted a glass of wine, recognising the White Burgundy again - the Army must have bought a bulk supply? She first found Major Elliot who gave her the once over.

"I did enjoy seeing y' in the gym this morning and y' were prettier than th' other soldiers there but, I do applaud yer style."

"This is one of Elsie's."

"Suits y' jus' fine."

"Now, Major, what is this weekend about?"

"Y' d' know?"

"No, what is the guard of the thistle?"

"It's an ancient Scottish army award but now applies t' th' whole of th' British Army and any visiting Commonwealth forces. We mark th' end of th' career of Special Forces officers. Bit o' tribute. For many it's th' last time they can meet their peers, their comrades at arms. Those celebrated tonight become th' Guard of th' Thistle for th' next year."

"That's a nice gesture."

"Given tha' they can't discuss their work once they leave service o' country, we want t' give a good send-off. There's also contacts here t'night. Defence industry roles tha' might suit th' Lads and Lassies."

"I see, I'm still not sure why I'm here?"

"Some'un thought it a good idea, an' I approve. What else d' y' need?"

Tammy left the Major and found Colonel MacTaggart.

"How did you find the Major, Tammy?"

"It seems he's an old friend of the family."

"Excellent, I had hoped you'd meet him. Now, Captain Fielding wanted to put in a complaint about you, put you on a charge."

"Because he's a sore loser with an oversized ego?"

"Possibly, but he reported six counts of insolence."

"Only six? I think his hearing needs checking?"

"Lieutenant Smart, it's that attitude that generated the complaint. Needless to say, if you need any training in the future then Captain Fielding won't be allocated to you."

"Yes, Sir. To be honest; I believe it to be best."

"Now, let me introduce you to a few people. You never know when you might need them?"

It was half an hour later, with the dinner bell imminent, that Tammy took herself off to the ladies' room. A minute or two later she finished checking her make-up and left the loo. In the previously empty hallway, a tall man was talking on his phone.

"Yes, see to it." He said then noticed Tammy and smiled. "I have to go now, a charming vision just appeared before me."

Tammy guessed the call was confidential and smiled as she covered her ears. "Pardon me."

The gentleman laughed, pocketing his phone. "No, no, young lady. I was finished. I simply must pay compliment; you do look lovely. Miss?"

"Tamara Smart." Tammy said, offering her hand.

He had taken her hand and nodded over it then looked at her. "Are you really? Sir Thomas Addington; Under-Secretary to the Chairman, Her Majesty's Joint Intelligence Committee."

"Sir Thomas." Tammy smiled then noticed a slight narrowing of his eyes, this man knew her in some way. "I do hope my lipstick hasn't gone to my teeth?"

Sir Thomas shook his head. "Not at all, Miss Smart. It's just that your name came up not long ago. Apologies for not recognizing you, the file photo doesn't give you justice."

Tammy managed a bland expression. "Justice for me was in short supply for a while, I suppose an appropriate photo went into the collection."

Sir Thomas nodded. "Perhaps a brief, but scenic stroll together could allow a quick conversation?" He offered, along with his arm.

"Of course." Tammy replied and slipped her left hand to the crook of his right arm.

"I am one of the few people aware of your new relationship, and your history. I do hope the Americans are treating you nicely?"

"It's fair to say that things are going well so far but I would prefer not to go into any further details. It goes both ways. British business, American business. Privacy is afforded to both."

Sir Thomas nodded. "I'm pleased you take security seriously, some had their doubts. Of course. I was provided an overview of the American liaison parameters. I was there for the proposal of your, shall we say, transfer?"

"You were 'there', Sir Thomas?" Tammy edged.

Sir Thomas stopped. "Ah. That was perhaps not so accurate. The request came through me from the gentleman now overseeing you. Honestly though, it was less request and more of a demand. Please don't misunderstand, the situation wasn't that we wanted to be shot of you. Rather that it would benefit you more and you did have valid reason to begrudge your previous supervision. That was at the time. Later, I had time to examine your file at depth. Yes, you did have valid reason to be angry, several reasons to be honest."

He paused, Tammy waited. "I want to be clear, Miss Smart, you were not discarded. An opportunity came up when a group more suited to your best interests requested, nay demanded, you. It's fair to say that our agencies failed you, at times you were exploited and considered expendable. For that, responsible or not, I do apologize."

"Very polite of you, Sir Thomas. If I may be candid; so far I have enjoyed all of my interactions with my; shall we say, new management? In fact the way I view it, if you viewed a family tree; I have an American Uncle and British Uncle. I just seem to be favoured more by my American cousins. That would not be my opinion of my time with the local agencies." Tammy admitted as they resumed walking.

"That is an interesting view. From my reading, I believe there was mismanagement of you. I do hope this new avenue is to your liking." Sir Thomas said then extracted a card and offered it. "Should you have need; please contact me. Miss Smart; Tammy, if I may, please do not begrudge our country and its servants, you do still matter to us and you are now better respected - I want to hear if at any point we fail you, understand?."

Tammy pulled a card of her own and exchanged it for his. "This is still my country, Sir Thomas, I promise I will do what I can to protect it. That's not just me saying that, the other side of the family insist on that. Note this, however, I will not be unwilling bait again. Should it pertain to me, if I am not fully briefed, I will not be part of it. I would appreciate the relaying of that, if you would."

He read the card. "Tamara Smart; Tamara Smart Properties, Smart Air, KT Flight. I will indeed hang on to this, perhaps the air transport service could come in handy. I assume you have business service?"

"Executive, discrete services are available, Sir Thomas." Tammy affirmed as they arrived at a set of double doors.

Sir Thomas opened a door and held it. "Excellent. Shall we?"

Tammy slipped out of his arm and passed through the door.

"I believe your date is over by the fireplace."

"Thank you, Sir."

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Note: this story concludes in Part 4.

Book 11: Tammy Interludes     "Guard of the Thistle" Part 4

Sunday 1st October 2017

Tammy was again careful with her alcohol and rose at five for her run, deciding to do the stretching and warm up in her room before heading for the main gate. She found Cpl Maisie Staines waiting for her.

"I'm sure you're not needed until eight this morning, Corporal?"

"Can I run with you, please, Ma'am? I was told you went out at this time yesterday."

"Come on."

The month had ticked over into October and Tammy felt it was a little darker that morning. Despite her prior warm-up, she kept the pace down as she didn't want to outpace her running companion. She needn't have worried, however, as soon they were chugging along.

"You're not a bad runner, Maisie?"

"I was top of my college, Ma'am, in all the middle distances."

"Please, we're not in the fort now, it's Tammy, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am, Tammy."

"Good, what did you do for your Highers?"

"PE, English, Sociology and French. I scored an B in all of them."

"So why did you join the army?"

"My father was in the forces and it seemed like a guaranteed way out of unemployment."

"With those grades?"

"I was bullied in my secondary school and I wasn't expected to do well in my Standard exams, that was the last year before the exams changed. I put in for the army when I was fifteen as a way of improving myself away from the idiots and bitches at school."

"So you did well?"

"Much better than anyone expected, my teachers were suddenly interested in me but I decided to do my Highers in a college. I started running then and found I was good at it, the army training helped my fitness and focus but they encouraged me to stay in education for at least two more years."

"Err, you had trouble with the wall and the razor wire yesterday?"

"I never liked that course and some of the NCOs here are vicious. I was scared what they would say after I messed up the wall, that's why I got distracted in the wire."

"Have you been with the Black Watch for long?"

"Six months, I was in Catterick before that. I was training to be a PT instructor but they just sent me here and there's no fitness culture."

"That's cruel, did they explain why?"

"The army rarely explains, but I heard it was to do with quotas, they needed a female Corporal here and I was apparently available. I hope I can get back to Catterick soon but, knowing this lot, I could equally end up in Afghanistan next month."

They'd passed the point where Tammy had turned around the previous day and a glance at sports watch showed 6km, she signalled Maisie to turn and head back.

"I'm enjoying this, Tammy, it's not fun on your own and I'm not often allowed out."

"What about your PT course?"

"It's on hold, I had three years done and didn't need to do much more before I qualified."

"Is it only an army qualification?"

"No, it's recognised across all the armed services plus it's transferable to a civilian award."

Tammy suggested they upped the pace as they had already been out for over an hour and neither wanted to miss breakfast. That meant talk had to stop and they ran in near silence. Tammy dropped behind Maisie, clearly a strong runner, and compared the lycra clad girl with the seemingly clumsy Corporal from the previous day. Her hair was tied but swinging free, again a change from the usual tight bun, and Maisie looked a little younger as a result.

Back in her room Tammy quickly showered then dressed in fatigues for breakfast, guessing that would be best. There was no new information on her activities and in the mess Kyle made a point of avoiding her. Today she did go for the hot breakfast but did so in the belief that lunch might not happen, receiving little more than a glance or a nod from those near her.

The Corporal met her outside the officers mess and was herself in standard army dress, the previous running image totally destroyed.

"Off to the obstacle course, Corporal?"

"No, Ma'am, that has been cancelled, there's nothing scheduled."

"Is there a pool here?"

"No, but we can use the town pool. I'd need permission to go off base though and I might be given other duties if you don't need me."

"Can you give me a tour?"

"Of course, Ma'am."

The tour took an hour, but that was because plenty of folk wanted to chat to Tammy, with most not having been able to get near her the previous evening. The honoured guests had stayed in a hotel in Inverness so they were already out of the way, but a good number of serving personnel from units far and wide were still barracked in Fort George for another few days. Not all of them were army either.

Tammy needed a wee so suggested Maisie followed her up to her room. Coming from the bathroom, Tammy's phone rang. The tone was different from the usual. She went to answer it, but there was nothing displayed. Tammy knew then, it was an encrypted call. She unlocked the underscreen and the call was immediately answered.

"Hello?" Tammy answered.

"Standby Miss Smart." A female American voice instructed.

A moment later Dannigan's voice came up. "Miss Smart."

"Yes, Sir."

"I was just talking to Sean, aren't you on your way to the briefing?"

Tammy was instantly confused. "I wasn't told of a briefing. I was told that my activities for the day had been canceled."

"Incorrect. I'm not read in on the briefing parameters, but you are supposed to be. I think you have twenty minutes. Get to it, Smart." Dannigan ordered.

Tammy signed off. "Yes, Sir."

"Is there a problem, Ma'am?" Maisie asked.

Tammy turned to Maisie. "There's a special briefing I need to join, can you find it?"

"Special, Ma'am? I'm not sure that's allowed? I'm not told about such things."

"I don't have that luxury, so let's ensure I can be there." She switched her phone back over, ignoring other messages as she tapped the number for Sir Thomas.

"Sir Thomas? It's Tammy Smart."

"Ah, good morning Miss Smart, what can I do for you?"

"Did you know about the training session here this morning? It's due to start in twenty minutes?"

"I do, although it's outside of my remit, I guess you want in?"

"Yes, Sir Thomas."

"I will make a call, meanwhile I suggest you find the lecture theatre. Have a good day Miss Smart."

"Thank you, Sir."

Maisie wasn't entirely certain what had just happened. "You phoned Sir Thomas Addington? He's a very important man!"

"I learnt a long time ago, Maisie, that if you don't ask then you definitely don't get. Come on, let's get down there."

Ten minutes later they were outside the room, the notice indicated that Top Secret clearance was needed.

"I can't go in there, Ma'am."

"Oh, and we can't get your clearance bumped up on a Sunday morning, can we?"

A head appeared around the door. "Lieutenant Smart?"

"Yes."

"The Major extended an invite for you to attend this briefing."

"Thank you. One minute."

"Corporal Staines; be back here in two hours please, I may have tasks for you."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Tammy opened the door and slipped in, taking a seat towards the rear. A few heads spun and spotted her, causing a deal of chatter.

"Silence please. You may have noticed Lieutenant Smart at th' rear. She is cleared for th' briefing and here on orders." Major Elliot looked around the room and ensured he had their full attention.

"Now, let's take a look at current terrorist activity in th' Five Eyes nations."

Tammy didn't recognise any of the speakers, but knew enough of the subject areas to be concerned. One piece of intel concerned another planned attack on the European traffic control systems, although the details were scarce. A similar attack near London three years earlier had interrupted Tammy's Christmas break and led to her activities with the intelligence services. Sitting in a special forces briefing didn't feel odd to her at all and she absorbed the information, filing it away in the cubbyholes of her mind.

Tammy was caught by the Major as she left the room, close to ten in the morning.

"How was tha' Lieutenant?"

"Interesting, I perhaps shouldn't say that I'm familiar with some of those groups and the prominent individuals."

"Tha's what I was told. I already knew yer clearance was adequate for y' to even step into the room, but there was a question o' need-to-know. A Captain yesterday tol' me y' didn't need t' know."

"I don't need to guess who that was, what changed your mind?"

"A call from an old friend."

"Friends in the right places, Sir, it makes the world go around."

"I'm nay sure Newton, Einstein or even Hawking would agree, but aye. All tha' bein' said, keep it all to y'self."

"Understood Sir." Tammy saluted

Elliot returned the salute and dug a card out of a pocket. "Off y' go then."

Their exchange had been observed, at a polite distance, by several of the attendees and Tammy's Totty status had moved up a few notches, although they guessed she was moving in different circles than themselves.

Tammy pocketed the card then looked around, Maisie was stood some distance away. "I fancy a coffee, is there a mess or a coffee shop we can both use?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Fine, let's go back to my room, I have some emergency supplies."

Tammy now dealt with her messages, which had increased in number. She tapped a quick reply.
 

 
A separate message from her father arrived asking if she'd be home in time for dinner, she replied with 'DYK', guessing that she could be stuck in Inverness till late. A scheduled return time of 2pm meant the plane hadn't left Birmingham yet and, with executive hire, was highly likely to be delayed.

"Maise, do you have a business card?"

"A card, no, I'm not entitled, Ma'am."

"Well take one of mine and can you send me your contact info please."

"Why, Ma'am?"

"Because I might request you accompany me on a special operation sometime!"

Her phone rang.

"Yes Colonel?"

"I thought you might join me for coffee in the Officers Mess?"

"That would mean Corporal Staines couldn't join us?"

"It would, the exception couldn't be justified on this occasion as there are some confidential matters I'd like to discuss."

"Understood, Sir."

Tammy quickly shed her fatigues and walked into the bathroom in just her undies, ignoring Maisie. She sprayed a little deodorant then grabbed her dress uniform from the wardrobe, buttoning herself first into a clean blouse.

"I'll go, Ma'am."

"Wait, we can walk down together."

The girl was clearly uncomfortable but Tammy wasn't sure if that was because of her near nakedness or because she was an officer, perhaps both? Regardless, it didn't take Tammy long to make herself presentable. She finished with a dab of pale pink lipstick and a spray of eau.

"Come on, I'd best not keep the old man waiting much longer."

Nervously Maisie laughed. "Oh, sorry, Ma'am."

"What for? I first met Sean MacTaggart in a London bar, as a civilian, I'll put on a show for the idiots in uniforms downstairs but to me he's the guy in the armchair with a glass of Scotch. I'd like to know how many of them would actually fare in battle? I've been there, I've had weapons pointed at me and the intention was to erase me from the planet. I shot, been shot at and lived to tell the story to a hundred psychologists."

"A hundred, Ma'am?"

"Okay, more like half a dozen. It wasn't pleasant. All I did was help protect the innocents and I was rewarded with some self-important twats crawling over my actions and inner thoughts. I think the moral of that story is never to intervene unless you have a get-out-of-jail-free card. Even then it's probably best to get out of the way, I'm sure the subsequent interrogation is easier?"

Tammy opened the bedroom door. "Let's go Corporal."

Tammy told Maisie to head for her own mess, otherwise where could the girl go?

Colonel MacTaggart was holding court with Major Elliot and another officer Tammy hadn't recognised.

"Ah, Miss Smart, good of you to join us." The words 'at last' seemed to be there.

"Not at all Sir, I hope you didn't mind me freshening up?"

"Hmmm, I understand you had to ask to get into the briefing earlier?"

"Yes, I knew nothing about it until I received information from an uncle. Just ensure my entry, I made a call and requested access."

"You were supposed to be there, Lieutenant, and should have been given a sealed instruction to attend. This was the main purpose of your invite this weekend, to get a current update from us. There is a second briefing at thirteen-hundred that you are also supposed to attend."

"May I ask; how come I was led to believe this was a weekend of being arm candy plus surprise fitness and arms tests? I was given no itinerary at all."

"That is why I have asked the Major, who you know, and Colonel Fairwright, who is Captain Fielding's commanding officer, to join me. Whilst I alone know why you were originally slated to attend this weekend, I had no problem with confirming to the Major that you needed to be in that briefing but your call to Sir Thomas was a little surprising?"

"It was the most expedient way to see if I could attend, Colonel."

"Given that he's in the civilian field and the briefing was military, I'm not sure I'd agree entirely with your methodology, Miss Smart, but your instinct was correct. My guess is that you would have gone home today feeling that apart from some social grazing it was a complete waste of time?"

"Indeed, so why didn't anyone tell me this weekend was an intelligence opportunity dressed up as a social event?"

"Ah, that was Captain Fielding's responsibility."

"Ah, I was beginning to suspect that much."

"Indeed. Colonel Fairwright?"

"Thank you, whilst under normal circumstances this would be a simple disciplinary matter, and any courses could be re-arranged, I'm led to believe that your military rank is honorary and that you are really a civilian, Miss Smart?"

"Not quite, Sir, my rank is genuine even if I seem to have bypassed normal training, but I participate with NATO personnel in several countries and undertake training when possible. My situation is rather complicated but for this weekend, and for several weeks earlier this month, I was a soldier. I was at Wattisham earlier this year for training and I've been to other bases for specialist training. Meanwhile I am available for ad hoc deployment where my particular skills would be useful."

"I see, but would you have, er, done anything that might have upset Captain Fielding?"

"I told him he wasn't getting any sex this weekend, if that's what you're implying?"

"Ah, er, yes, I see."

"He was trying to be too familiar but he's not the same man I was with back in June, on a course. Something's got to him?"

Colonel MacTaggart looked at Tammy oddly. "Does Captain Fielding know your history, Miss Smart?"

"I doubt it, but is that relevant?"

"It might be, how we deal with it is a different matter."

The other two present looked at Sean MacTaggart . "Sorry, gents, but that is personnel confidential and may not be relevant at all. I just wanted to clarify with the Lieutenant in case Captain Fielding had reason to form a grudge against her for non-professional reasons."

"There could be another factor, Sir. Perhaps this has something to do with Colonel Cooper? His court martial is coming up this week and I now employ his daughter in my company."

"Oh, who knows?"

"Cooper found out, and I informed the Security Service."

"So we'll assume the Russians know?"

Major Elliot shook his head. "Yer out-o-date, Sean. Tha's n' longer true."

"Even so, has the Captain been in touch with Cooper in the past month or two?"

"We'll have to check with Colchester. I take it Lieutenant Smart was involved in the altercation in Thurso?"

"I was there. He needed to be stopped. I wanted to keep the daughter out of it."

"So you were manipulating him, that's not sensible when army officers are concerned."

"Nothing was straightforward that day. Subtle measures to prevent him entering the area failed and I was left to my own devices, unfortunately."

"Gents, Miss Smart, let's not try to prejudge matters. Colonel Fairwright, could you find out what the Captain's problem is? Miss Smart, I suggest you make yourself available for a briefing."

"Yes, Sir. One other thing. How much was he told of my recent travels? He made comments."

MacTaggart sighed. "I did mention your broad location but not your activities nor purpose."

"He seems to think need-to-know only goes to him, Sir."

Fairwright stood up. "I believe I'll get into this. Lieutenant, a pleasure. Gentlemen."

"Perhaps I should see about an early lunch?" Tammy suggested.

MacTaggart nodded. "Accompany us when you're done, we're going directly to the briefing from here."

Tammy left the mess, she still had an hour before they would start lunch, and she hadn't managed a coffee - the stewards had kept their distance from the foursome once the meeting was underway.

Maisie was walking towards her but wasn't happy.

"Can we talk privately, Ma'am?"

"My room, Corporal."

"Aye, Ma'am."

Tammy waited until she had put the travel kettle on, with enough water for two cups, before sitting down facing Maisie across her room's low table.

"What's up?"

"I was taken to the guard room and told I'm going on a charge."

"What?"

"Numerous offences, they said; time-keeping, going off-base without permission, leaving my post and failing to follow orders."

"That's ridiculous?"

"I told them, but a Captain had submitted a full complaint and the Warrant Officer said he had no choice but to enter the charges."

"It sounds like you're being setup?"

"Yes, and I would like to talk freely, Ma'am?"

"Of course."

"Did you set me up?"

"Me, no! I promise you, Maisie, that we have both been got at over this weekend. And my suspicion is that the same Captain is responsible."

"But you're not on a charge?"

"No, and they would find it difficult to get to me like that, but I was apparently supposed to leave here this afternoon thinking the whole weekend had been a waste of time, and perhaps you were just collateral damage?"

"So someone was messing with you and didn't care about me?"

"That's exactly it. What's next for you?"

"I'm to report back to the WO after lunch when he will have prepared the charges. I'm not to leave the base or discuss it with anyone."

"But you're sat here?"

"I am, because I thought, I hoped, I could trust you, Ma'am."

"You can. Let's finish our coffee."

There was a loud bang on the door and Tammy was ordered to open up. She reached into her bag and pulled out the Glock 26 from the secret compartment. Maisie's eyes went wide and she was clearly frightened, Tammy waved her into the bathroom before she unlocked the door and threw it open, her weapon at her hip.

"I suggest you find a very good reason for busting your way in here."

The Sergeant had seen the weapon and hadn't expected it.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, I was told Corporal Staines had come in here. I have been told to arrest her."

"Sergeant, you are to report back and tell whoever that they are to contact me if they would like to speak to the Corporal, understood?"

"Aye, Ma'am." He glanced at the weapon again before backing out. Tammy re-locked the door and suggested Maisie come out of hiding.

"What's going on Ma'am?"

"I suspect someone is scared and they're doing their best to muddy the waters. That's not clever when you're a diver."

"Sorry, Ma'am, I don't understand?"

Tammy picked up her phone and felt in the discarded fatigues for a card, before dialing a number.

"Major Elliot, it's Tammy Smart?"

"Lieutenant, is this urgent"?

"It is Sir, it looks like a certain Captain is trying to frighten folk. I am looking after a very scared Corporal who is apparently on a charge for simply being conscientious." There was a bang on her door, followed by "Military Police, open up!"

"I heard that Lieutenant, I'll accept it's urgent." The phone went dead. Tammy's Glock was laying on the table and she debated leaving it here but she could hear a key being inserted. Tammy grabbed the weapon and pushed Maisie back into the bathroom before taking a defensive position herself.

The door swung open and two Red Caps entered, one armed with a Glock 17 and the other with a Tazer. A red dot appear on Tammy's blouse, she ducked out of the way just as the barbs flew.

"Shit!" Tammy considered her options.

"Stand down! Stand down! Withdraw!"

Tammy was expecting one of the Red Caps to appear in the doorway where she was squatting when she heard the shout. She carefully eased herself back onto her feet and looked into the room but it was clear. She made a decision to present herself, weapon down, but came face to face with the Major.

"Don't go waving weapons around here!"

"It's a military base!"

"And you were supposed to declare all your weapons?"

"I 'forgot' I had my other Glock."

"I bet that's not registered?"

"Oh it is fully registered to me, Sir. I even have qualification sheets on file."

"You have put me in a difficult position, Lieutenant?"

"You, myself and the good Corporal are ALL in difficult positions, Major. Had this weekend been managed properly then none of US would be in this position at all, Sir. Being that we are definitely here, now. Where is Fielding?"

"He can't be found."

"He may be trained, but he is NOT magical. My guess is that a proper search hasn't been conducted. Please sort out this mess and have the MPs look for him?"

"Be careful, Miss Smart, t MPs have identified you and they would really like to do something to you, apparently you pulled a similar stunt at Wattisham?"

"I see the Colonel Cooper fan club meeting is being held here as well? Why didn't anyone say? If it's cosplay then I might need some time to sort myself out? As for the MP's, I'm starting to lose my sense of cooperation with them. Back at Wattisham they destroyed my clothes and stuck me with the bill. I played their game last time, but not again."

"Calm down Lieutenant, we will sort this out. How about you surrender the weapon to me and we'll book it into the armoury? You don't have any more, do you?"

"No."

"I understand your bags were searched on arrival, although that's not normal practice, but would there be any worth in searching them again?"

"Unlikely, Sir."

"I'll take that on trust, now where is Corporal Staines?"

Tammy looked around and waved Maisie to come forward. "Sir?"

"Corporal, report to the Guard's Room and this will be sorted out. Please don't go anywhere else."

"I need a wee." Maisie disappeared back into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Tammy made sure the safety was on then handed over the pistol. Tammy followed him down to the armoury and booked the weapon in, marking it as an oversight. The next stop was the Officers Mess for lunch.

Tammy's second briefing started with a thrilling hour on Islamic State operations in Europe. The second hour began with Russian trawler and factory ship activity in the North Sea, most of this was new to her so Tammy understood this was a topic requiring her undivided attention.

Twenty minutes later, the briefer announced. "Most of you will be familiar with the background, of course, but what's new are the rumours of vessels of third country or unknown affiliation performing the same operations in the area. None are using AIS beacons away from ports and we can't rely on the AIS data we have received."

"Unknown affiliation?" An officer in Naval uniform echoed.

The briefer shook his head. "Previous port-call observations reported dealing with several crew members, all spoke some English but the vessels flew varying flags of convenience. There is confusion as to whether it is a single vessel that changes identity or up to three boats."

"What is it about the vessel or vessels that makes them different?" Tammy found herself asking.

The briefer looked to Tammy. "To most of the observers, the vessel, or vessels, were a Russian design of trawler but the the descriptions of the vessels do not match any of the known vessels, although that is not uncommon in itself. Secondly; the crew descriptions are contrary to the usual crews formats, most former-Soviet flagged vessels are crewed by a single nationality. Unfortunately no full crew lists exist but there are visual reports of mixed crew ethnicities, mostly European, but some Asian and North Africans have been seen. Thirdly, there are no reports of the vessel, or vessels, transferring their load to a factory ship or discharging in port. It is possible that this could be an independently financed, non-affiliated, group."

"Another question, if I may?" Tammy asked and received a nod. "What ports are known to be called on?"

The briefer looked to his material then listed. "Scrabster, Kirkwall, Stromness and Lerwick are noted ports, most recently we have reports from Aberdeen and Inverness. Also, in some of the ports, individuals may have embarked or disembarked."

"Human Traffickers?" A male Army officer questioned.

"They are not travelling in groups. Single persons only, none of the contemporary reports raised any issues, that is why the reports are so vague." The briefer explained.

A female Naval officer asked. "Sir, do you even have a name for the vessel?"

"That's part of the first problem. Along with the conflicting descriptions, conflicting names. So far, three names have been recorded: Helga IV, Inga III, and Sofia XIX. A second set of names of Hilda, Inca and Sophie were also recorded in one location, but there are doubts about that particular individual's notes. It's regretted that there are no clear high resolution photos of the vessels as the speculation is that the name or names might also be changing for each port. Unfortunately we don't currently have an intelligence facility in the Highlands and rely on Humint from untrained port operatives." The briefer said then pointed to the screen behind him. "This is a general look of the vessel."

On the screen were three vessels, stills from cheap CCTV systems, all three looked similar, but it was a common design from Russian shipyards. Could it be the same ship? Tammy studied the pictures intently, the recent reported visit to Scrabster was relevant to her.

"The vessel caught our attention from the Scrabster report following the tip of a terrorist aircraft en route to Glasgow. The alert was fortunately false, the aircraft in question was small private plane piloted by one of our own operatives and a few simple checks would have confirmed that. Unfortunately our American Allies had to get involved, bloody fiasco that turned out." The briefer said.

Tammy groaned. "Don't I know it."

A few heads close by turned to look.

MacTaggart leaned close. "Now you know why you needed to be here."

"Not human traffickers, they're smuggling operatives and assets. Infiltrators." Tammy guessed.

The briefer concluded his material then stepped down, ending the session.

She walked out of the darkened room and was temporarily blinded by the sun through a window, it wasn't late but the sun was already dipping. There was no sign of Maisie, although Tammy hadn't made any arrangements, but right now her time in Fort George was done. She avoided the group that was now following her out of the lecture and headed up the stairs to her room.

It was clear that someone had been in, although an effort had been made to disguise this. Most obvious, her hairbrush had been next to her open bag and was now inside it. She resisted the urge to check the hidden compartment of her case and made the assumption that surveillance may have been left.

It didn't make sense for Tammy to be targeted, and she'd had a promise from Sir Thomas that the phoney war was over, but he was a civilian and this was a military operation.

"Boys, playtime is over and I strongly suggest you don't try to play any more games with me - and don't ever piss me off, this girl's vengeance is absolute." No-one answered, but why should they, how could they?

She went first into the bathroom and retrieved her toiletries and make-up, putting everything away in the appropriate case. Next her clean lingerie and hosiery went into a case, folded. Tammy reached the wardrobe and started to take down and fold the clothes that could go in her case, whilst frocks went into the dress bag. She finally took her white flight uniform, ready to change, but found a thumbprint under a lapel.

"You are so done!"

She reached for the internal phone and called the Duty Desk.

"This is Lieutenant Smart. Someone had been in my room, searched it and disturbed my belongings."

"Ma'am, that would not happen without you being informed."

"Really?"

"Yes, Ma'am, could you be mistaken?"

"Either this was done without your knowledge or you're an awful liar. I have evidence and I will be taking this further. Please send an orderly up for my bags, I'm leaving. Also please inform the armoury that I will be collecting my weapons shortly."

Tammy was still wearing the dress uniform so packed her white suit into the dress bag. It needed dry cleaning regardless, but the stain infuriated her all the more. A look around her room confirmed she had collected all of her belongings. There was a tap on the door a minute later and Maisie was stood there, she'd been crying.

"What have they done?" Tammy put her arms around the girl and pulled her close. It may not have been appropriate but it seemed necessary. She pulled Maisie forward enough for her to clear the door before Tammy closed it.

"I'm on a charge!"

"I thought it was all getting sorted out?"

"They said the charges stand until I can prove they were brought maliciously!"

"What? Bloody hell, Maisie! I think you need to get out of here?"

"I can't do that, I'm signed up for three more years."

"Sod that, you need help."

There was another tap at the door. Tammy sent the girl into the bathroom to freshen her face. She opened the door and a soldier saluted her.

"I'm here to collect your bags, Ma'am."

"Good. Mind those, the dresses are priceless! I trust my bags will be kept unopened?"

"Of course, Ma'am."

With ease he picked everything up and started walking.

"Maisie, do you know a local taxi firm?"

"City Cabs, they're on 222222."

"Good, can you get us a cab to the airport?"

Maisie made the call from the desk, the controller told her it would take ten minutes. Tammy could hear this and signalled fifteen, just in case. Maisie passed this on and the job was accepted.

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

"The armoury."

Tammy received a ticking off for not declaring her Glock 26. However both that, the 19 with magazines and knife were returned without any administrative issues. As she didn't have a holster she put the smaller 26 in the belt to her skirt, albeit covered by her jacket. The larger 19 went into her shoulder bag. The knife in its sheath was secured in her sleeve, and could be transferred later. Right now she needed to look unarmed, despite circumstances.

They walked to the desk guard by the main entrance, Tammy wasn't surprised to find a pair of MPs there.

"Leaving Ma'am?"

"Yes. Frankly I'm at a loss as to how the Army managed the level of incompetence that I've experienced this weekend? Isn't it supposed to be a professional service? Let me put it very clearly, I'm leaving and no-one will make any attempt to stop me. Secondly, if she wishes, Corporal Staines will be going with me. We'll sort out the issue of compensation afterwards - my solicitor can handle that."

"That's not how it works here Ma'am."

"Oh I've seen the 'works' that go on here!"

From behind her, Tammy could sense movement.

"WHERE IS YOUR RESPECT? MISS SMART?"

She ducked and spun away as Kyle attacked, noting that the MPs were doing nothing. He glared and went for her. The military skirt limited movement, but Tammy wasn't completely hobbled. She pivoted and jammed her right heel to Fielding's instep, causing him to yelp in pain as he landed on his face. Tammy saw Maisie smiling.

"Got him again, Ma'am."

Tammy gave her a wink and closed in on the man on the floor. He had clearly been winded and shaken by both her kick and subsequent contact with the stone floor.

"Flexi cuffs?"

She looked at the MPs, who still did nothing. Kyle was getting up so Tammy stamped on his shoulder, ramming the heel of her shoe down hard to pin him down.

"Restrain him or I'll put one through his knee!"

"Do as she says!"

Colonel MacTaggart arrived, somewhat out of breath. Finally the MPs moved forward and restrained the fallen Captain.

"Lieutenant, would you have genuinely knee-capped the Captain?"

"Looks like we don't get to find out today, Sir. Now, can we resolve a small problem?"

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The taxi dropped them by the staff gate and Tammy used her Highlands Air ID to pass through. Maisie was behind with her kit bag.

"Welcome back Miss Smart. I see you signed up?"

Geoff McDonough was holding the keys to her Epic.

"Indeed, but it seems my assassination training will have to wait as I'm due back in university tomorrow."

He helped the girls load the plane. "She's fully fuelled, I understand they took her down to Exeter."

"Thanks Geoff, I'm just pleased she's back here."

Tammy took the left hand seat and suggested Maisie took the right hand one. "Buckle up and pop your headset on whilst I do the checks."

The logbook showed the plane had barely been on the ground for an hour so Tammy quickly assured herself that it was safe to fly. The farthest it had gone, however, was Newquay.

"Inverness Tower this is G-KTFL, booking to Wick."

"Confirmed G-KTFL. The wind is twelve knots direction 270 degrees. You are cleared to taxi when ready to runway 12/30."

Tammy got on with her preparations and soon was moving to the runway.

"You're flying?"

"Yes, Maisie, now sit back and enjoy."

"Inverness Tower, G-KTFL ready for take-off, runway 12/30."

"G-KTFL, cleared for take-off. Outbound heading zero-eight-five and climb to Angels Ten. Fly safely!"

Tammy threw on the thrust and they hurtled forward. The tower had put her on the shorter runway and there was a cliff edge at the far end of 700m. It was a little short for the Epic, but she had trained for this. With 50m of runway remaining she pulled up and all Maisie could see was the Moray Firth as Tammy banked towards the North.

She levelled out at ten thousand feet and set the autopilot.

"There, Katie knows the way home from here. What music do you like, Maisie?"
 
 
[Tammy returns in a new story 'Ch-Changes' soon]