Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 1 Tactical Withdrawal Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!

 
Monday 5th March 2018
 

Ben Franklin ushered Tammy into his office. "It’s great to see you back today Tammy, but you had been marked as absent and no-one could get hold of you?"

"I'm sorry Ben, I’m sure you knew I was on a course but the RAF relocated me and altered what I was supposed to be doing."

"I thought you were Army?"

"So did I, but it’s pretty obvious that senior officers don't always know the difference? I think you should realise that from your years in the Police?"

"Indeed, so how do we explain your absence?"

Tammy shrugged, she'd spent long hours over the weekend making certain that she hadn't missed any coursework.

"Is that strictly necessary? As far as I can see my work is up to date and surely that matters more?"

"Not that I’ve seen it yet, Tammy, but if students’ quality of work was the Vice Chancellor’s only concern then I'm sure his stress level would be much lower? Unfortunately you missed a few days without giving notice or being contactable? That is automatically reported."

"Even so, is that going to be a real problem for me?"

"It might, I'd hate to see you thrown off this course over a technicality, especially as you’re one of the better students?"

"Only better? Ben, I do understand, but in this case, perhaps, I could have some latitude? I should add that I had a notification over the weekend for extended briefing dates, along with an important Easter exercise some distance from here."

"Thanks for reminding me, I had seen advance warning of the Easter exercise."

"The Captain did send it, amazing!"

"Yes, you're scheduled to miss one week of lectures, but the Vice Chancellor could very well cancel that permission given the past few days."

"Ben, of all people, you should understand that my circumstances are different?"

"I do, but I can't say anything – not if I want to keep my pension? Understood?"

"Yeah."

"Remember, you weren't attached to the military when I last worked with you? There's no question that you are legitimately involved with them but it's never been explained whether you are a Territorial Army part-timer or a full regular on a sabbatical? There are established procedures for Reserve Military personnel who need time off for exercises or training and that covers staff as well as students. You don't happen to have any paperwork placing you with a Territorial Unit?"

Tammy reached into her bag and retrieved her NATO ID card.

“Lieutenant Smart at your service.”

“What’s Broadsword?”

“Classified.”

“Nothing else?”

"No, my situation is rather unique but it hasn't been an issue up to now? The Prime Minister appreciates the work I do."

"The PM, seriously? Tammy, your tutors have previously managed with you missing a day here or there; that's no different to any other student. What's unusual this time is the length of time you missed without contacting us, not helped when we were unable to reach you at all. This means your extended Easter break may well be refused."

"I see, but I found myself on a military base without a change of knickers and with limited access to outside communications. That was neither an ideal situation nor a part of my original instructions."

"I'm sorry, Tammy, but this is not down to me. I can’t be your supporter here as I know you too well."

Tammy's face added a smile. "Wait until I ask for maternity leave."

Ben stared at her for a few seconds. "Is that even possible? I've seen your file, remember?"

"Let's just say that I am going to be a mother, but not quite yet."

"Well, that's beyond my responsibility but I think the college will have to deal with that when it happens?"

A bell sounded outside of the small office they occupied.

"That, Miss Smart, is the end of coffee break."

"What about my request?"

"What for?"

"Time for the briefings? It's the next few Thursdays."

"Can't they be done remotely, by video?"

"Possibly, but not this first one, I have to head South on Wednesday."

"After lunchtime?"

"Yes, I think so."

"So that means missing one lecture on Thursday, with me. I guess you have a Doctor's appointment you can't move?"

"Come to think of it, I do, thanks Ben."

Tammy ventured out of the room retaining the smile on her face, this was immediately noticed by one of the girls on her course. "It's bloody true! We knew it last year and you denied it, gotcha!"

Tammy shrugged, but she sensed that Ben was going to have the bigger problem; that was proven correct when, within five minutes, the session was disrupted by the whispering and pointing. Ben called a halt.

"I don't know how we are going to get through this hour unless you lot start listening?"

One of the boys piped up. "Was she any good?"

That generated a load of abuse towards Tammy and Ben gave up trying to control the room. He left, Tammy was close behind.

"Where are you going, Ben?"

"The Vice Chancellor's office to stop this before it becomes a problem. Go home and expect a call."

"Seriously?"

Ben went through a Staff Only door as the rest of the class arrived in the main foyer. "There she is!"

It was a dry day and the sky had patches of blue when she'd left that morning. Following Maisie's professional advice, her car had been left at home and Tammy had ridden down on her bike. By the time her padlock was released a few of them had found her. Tammy noted that security were nearby and no-one was physically impeding her.

"So it's true?"

She shook her head but decided not to stay for the argument. Tammy mounted her bike but wobbled as she made her way towards the road. It wasn't long before at least one car was following her but she was still over half a mile from home, straight line distance, with the actual route being longer. She made a decision to take a straight run down Ormlie Road, past Thurso Highschool and the Railway Station rather than zig-zagging across town.

Her fitness and small profile meant keeping a good speed wasn't a problem and her pursuing vehicle, or vehicles, should have been lost in the town traffic. Unfortunately one was closer than she wanted so a re-assessment of her route home was needed.

She'd reached Ormlie Hill and Tammy took a sharp left without indicating. She regretted the move almost immediately as the street's name was very appropriate; Tammy had to drop two gears in an attempt to keep up a good climbing rate. A quick look behind saw a car had turned at the bottom of the hill and was now accelerating towards her free of any other traffic.

There was a stubby turning at the top of the hill and Tammy slid into this, suicidally just ahead of a downhill bus which, in turn, was forced to brake hard. The end of this stub led onto a footpath linking properties, Tammy knew there was an access onto Ormlie Crescent on the far side and that any cars would have to find the long way around. Sarah's house wasn't far from her location so Tammy knew the area well enough. She relaxed and headed North East, watching for any aggressive vehicles.

Tammy had felt very threatened when she'd left the college, the worst she'd felt since being involved in fire-fights. At college she was simply Tammy Smart, private individual and student. It had been made very clear by her various commanders that she couldn't treat another student as a viable target, however fulfilling that may have been. There were rules of engagement for most circumstances, but a false accusation of infidelity did not, in her book, justify any irrevocable action. As far as she could see this would all be put down as a misunderstanding and she could return to the college on Wednesday with her head held high.

She'd started to leave her bike in the shop rather than around the back, this had proved essential when a storm on Sunday had wrecked the weather protection. She crossed into Duncan Street then down Davidsons Lane. This placed her down on Princes Street by the Station Hotel, she took a quick look left and right before she launched herself towards the front of the property.

This door required two keys, designed to make life complicated for any potential unwelcome visitor. Using the keys created a delay before Tammy could ease the door open. A car was slowing down and stopped just as Tammy got her bike through the doorway. She closed the door quickly, propped the bike up and set about unlocking the security door into the accommodation.

A phone was ringing, Tammy reached for the kitchen handset.

"Miss Smart?"

"Speaking."

"This is Vice Chancellor Ford. We are conducting an investigation into inappropriate behaviour between a student and a member of staff. You and Mr Franklin are both suspended pending the resolution of the inquiry and this will be confirmed in writing, someone will be in touch concerning your interview. You are not to contact Mr Franklin or anyone else at the college. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but?"

The line went dead.

Tammy was in shock, how quickly had this escalated? Her smile, that was the problem, how the hell did anyone even consider that a smile meant anything amorous? She made it up to her office and sank into a chair, wanting to cry.

Her cellphone rang with a tone indicating a secure call, Tammy wiped her eyes before answering.

"Yes?" Tammy responded.

"Hey Tammy-girl. That looked like some kind of wild route home. I hope that was counter-surveillance practice?" Krystel's voice came over the connection.

Once again, Tammy had proof she wasn't totally on her own and someone did care, watching over her. To someone else that could be considered an invasion of privacy, but for Tammy it was physical and emotional backup.

"College."

"Bad day?"

"The crappiest, Krystel."

"Oh, it can always get worse. So what's the problem?"

"Ben."

"Ben Franklin? Isn't he the cop buddy teaching your class?"

"Yeah. I'm suspended, and so is he."

"That sucks rocks. What did you two do; stab the Dean, bite him, set him on fire?"

"Nothing."

"Wrong answer girl, what did you do?"

"I secured a day off for Thursday to attend a briefing."

"That was it?"

"Yes, really, no, I don't know. I, we've, been accused of having a relationship behind a closed door."

"So it can't be proved, or disproved, without an admission?"

"You didn't ask if it was true?"

"Irrelevant, to me or anybody else; unless it compromises you?"

"He's married!"

"So will you be, real soon. So; not a valid excuse these days."

"Well, I'm suspended and it looks like I'll be interviewed then ejected."

"On what grounds? Anyhow, the time off for the briefing is moot now, right? How long is this suspension?"

"A week, maybe two?"

"You take Easter break in two weeks, right? That could simplify things."

"But my degree?"

"This is where somebody else would say you don't need one and we both know who that'd be. Do you want to drop out?"

"No, I want to complete my course."

"Okay. Why?"

"It marks me as a normal human being."

Krystel laughed. "Girl, you have NEVER been normal. That's funny!"

"It wasn't meant to be, look my future's in doubt here!"

"No it isn't."

"My public future."

"No it isn't, this might be some sort of self justification exercise you're on, but does it actually affect your property business or your kick-ass saving humanity role?"

"I guess not."

"So stop worrying. Chill."

"I need a coffee."

"That's the Tammy we know. And by the way, I wasn't taking a knock at you for wanting the degree. You want it, go get it. More power to ya."

"Thanks. How did you know something was going on Krystel, are you listening over my phones or did you call to tell me something?"

"I know when you leave for classes and how. I also know the usual route you take there and back. Pretty easy to set up parameters for routine monitoring. When you deviate from that routine, I get an alert. When you make an electronic record of your daily plan, I get an update and the algorithm modifies to it. It's unobtrusive to you, but there for your safety. I don't have to listen in on your phone calls, but if it would make you feel better I can set that up too. You want me to?"

"If I say no, will it be a big deal?"

"Nope."

"What about the recorded phone numbers?"

"I can go back and see those, but I can do that with any mobile or landline. I don't see the calls as they come in, but I can look them up if something happened or you ask me to. Like I said though, I can do that with any phone."

"Oh. I'm okay with that. So is there another reason you called?"

"This week's briefing."

"Yeah, all day Thursday and half of Friday at Wattisham."

"Not any more. You're needed Wednesday lunchtime and assume you might be busy for the weekend, Maisie too."

"Great. Still at Wattisham?"

"No, NATO HQ at Ruislip. The local airbase is at Northolt but there's facilities at Elstree for your plane, less paperwork that way. A squawk code will be sent to you before departure in case you need it."

"NATO? What's their involvement?"

"They're just the hosts, it suits several of the participants. The comms there are better than decent."

"Was that before or after you checked out their whole system?"

"After."

"Naughty!"

"Not really. Remember the adage, keep your friends close but your enemies closer?"

"NATO's not the enemy?"

"As a whole, perhaps not, but some of the member countries aren't exactly best-buddies either."

"So I guess you're not overly-keen on the location?"

"Correct Tammy-san, assume the walls have ears."

"Just like at home. What do I do about Ben?"

"Nothing, girl, let it play out. If they want to grill you, make it so that's it's on your terms and bring back-up. You know, the legal kind."

"For my protection?"

"No, for them. I gotta go; concentrate on tasks at hand, watch your ass and don't let anybody walk on you. Tiffany says Hi and regrets she won't be here during the visit. Just chill out and do your thing."

"I'll try, thanks Krystel."

"Before you go, I have a message for Maisie. Her passport is on the way back from the US Embassy with her visa. Good to go."

"Understood."

"I'm out."

"NO. WAIT!"

"Something else?"

"Yes. When I first cracked the safe here, it was not empty. I found something." Tammy said.

Krystel laughed. "Yeah? Tell me."

"A gold bar. It has no markings on it."

Krystel thought for a moment. "Well, that could mean a couple of things. One: it was made from reclaimed gold. Broken jewellery and the like. You can get a license for that. Or two: it was made using smuggled gold, stolen jewellery, et cetera."

"Is there a way to exchange it for legitimate gold but still quietly?"

"The fastest way would be go to Switzerland, but you have too many connections there. Better that we do it for you."

Tammy asked. "How? Hide it in my suitcase?"

"No need. Just ship it to us using FedEx. Borrow a broken aircraft part from your service. Secure the bar inside the part and send it to RamAir. We'll get you coinage. Easier to deal with. Send it out today or tomorrow."

Tammy wrote down the shipping information then disconnected to call Jim at SmartAir while making coffee.

"Smart Air."

"It's Tammy, Jim."

"Yes?"

"Sorry, but I need the Epic Wednesday."

"Can't you take your Czech Sport?"

"It's the pair of us plus luggage for a few days."

"You'll have to hire something big then?"

"Hey, can I just have my plane?"

"It's booked for a Saturday morning run into Glasgow, a VIP."

"Oh, but I'll be back Friday night." She crossed her fingers.

"Which means we would either have a very late night or a very early start to get her serviced, cleaned and supplied for the VIP. The plan was to do this on Friday morning."

"Sorry Jim, anyway who is this VIP?"

"Your mum."

"She can take the train!"

"Feel free to tell her, and your father."

"Okay, I'll get it back to you in time."

"How far are you going?"

"London."

"Ah, can't you go commercial?"

"Not with the kit we'll be carrying, which is the main reason for the plane in the first place."

"Understood, what about next week, just in case it's needed for a weekend job?"

"The same, Jim, I think. I haven't been told much so far."

"Damn Tammy, you need to take care of yourself, don't take chances. I trust you'll be well rested for Wednesday?"

"Yeah, hopefully. I just have one long email to write, about this morning."

"College stuff?"

"Yes, but it needs some thought. Oh, I wanted to ask about something else, something unusual."

"Oh? Stranger than refuelling an American gunship out of the blue?"

"Sort of! I'm looking for a broken engine or fuselage part that you can't fix and are just planning to bin. Do you have one I can have?"

"Dare I even ask what you need one for?"

"I'd rather you didn't. Or mention it to anyone else. I would like a ticket of some kind, as if you are sending out for repair or disposal."

"But it can't be. Right. I think I have something that will work. Does it matter if it comes from a helicopter?"

"No. Anything, just as long as it is a genuine part and completely broken. Oh, and I can carry the box easily."

"I'll drop it by on my way home."

Tammy refilled her mug and dragged herself to her laptop, her solicitor needed to know what had happened and a brief note was inadequate.

-o-

Maisie returned home at six, Tammy summarised her day.

"They did WHAT? Why didn't you call?"

"I was a bit busy cycling away from that place."

"You're not safe there, how many times have you been blamed for their mistakes?"

"Too many, but I want to finish the course."

"Is that wise? I have to agree with what's-her-name, whatever her role is."

"It's been mostly okay so far this year."

"Tammy, what about Ben? If he resigns without this being resolved, that leaves you as the singular guilty party."

"Can he afford to resign?"

"He can take his Police pension early, Sandy Franklin has already taken hers. They own their house, so no mortgage."

"Dinkies?"

"Eh?"

"Dual income, no kids. So Ben was doing the teaching to top up his income, not because he needed to? How do you know this?"

"I've been giving keep fit classes to a group in Inverness, Sandy attends it and we've gone for coffee."

"Damn, Maisie, I thought I was the intelligence operative."

"My role allows me to get close to people, Tammy."

"Well, you need to cancel any appointments after tomorrow."

"Already done, after tomorrow I'm booked off for two months."

"Hey, is that for tax reasons?"

"Maybe, it is only four weeks to the end of the tax year! The thing is I don't need to earn any more this year, especially as the Army had paid me my back pay as well. It’s strange how they suddenly worked out I should have been promoted a year ago but was held back."

"You kept that quiet?"

"Need to know!"

"Damn, Maisie, we need to be open with each other?"

"Can't I have a few little secrets? Especially when I want to arrange things?"

"Arrange things?"

"Yes, Tammy dear, there are things that need to be arranged. Truth be known, you're not normally that good at planning stuff more than a week or so ahead."

"Okay, what kind of things need arranging?"

"My insemination date?"

"After we get back from the deployment."

"Our wedding?"

"After we get back from the deployment."

"A holiday?"

"After .."

"Yeah, I get it. You don't want to agree to anything until we get back? Well, Miss Smart, can we get one thing sorted now?"

"Yes, dear?"

"What will our names be?"

Tammy answered immediately, a little perplexed. "Tammy and Maisie, or Maisie and Tammy? Does it matter? I didn’t think we needed aliases right now?"

"No, Tammy, our surname? It's bound to come up so I'd like to know now. My dad will surely ask?"

"Oh, is this because protocol says one of us has to lose a name?"

"Not necessarily, we have two choices that would work, first is to double barrel like Staines-Smart, or Smart-Staines?"

"That sounds clumsy? What's the alternative?"

"We do nothing."

"Nothing, Maisie?"

"We keep our existing names, if anyone asks then it's for professional reasons."

"But I'd be Mrs Smart and you'll be Mrs Staines?"

"Heck, Tammy, some to think about it - that sounds too much like my late mum."

"Maybe think of it as a tribute? You can always use your rank as a title?"

"I'm not keen on that idea, maybe I'll stick with Ms?"

"Hey, does it matter what we say? Everyone else will just assume we're both Smart or both Staines?"

"Including my father, who hates complicated stuff. I've told him he'll be at the wedding to give me away and I've had him renew his passport."

"Oh, but it's not planned yet?"

"No, I’ve getting a few things ready but someone wants to wait ..."

"Come on Maisie, we need to pack to go away."

"Okay, but don’t change the subject! How long for?"

"First we were told two days, now I'm told it's three, so assume five."

The bell rang and a glance at a screen, revealed Jim at the back door, Tammy raced off to let him in. Jim came into the kitchen and placed an unsealed box on the table. He opened it so Tammy could see inside.

"Will this work?"

Tammy inspected the part and nodded. "Perfectly. Thank you."

Jim handed Tammy a despatch note, on Smart Air headed paper.

“It’s an black box housing that was damaged. I’ve marked it for specialist stress scanning, with scrapping as an option.”

“Excellent, cheers Jim, I owe you one.”

She let him out then went downstairs to the basement with the box. Quickly she retrieved the crude ingot and tucked it inside the enclosure with a styling magazine as packing. Finally, once she’d checked for any rattling she applied gorilla tape to keep the contents inside the bright orange box.

She walked the box upstairs and made a copy of the ticket, placing one copy in the box then photographed the contents with her phone before taping the box securely shut.

The following day she would send it out from the local Federal Express office in Inverness, riding with Maisie to her last session.

 
Wednesday 7th March 2018
 

Tammy flew the Epic into Elstree aerodrome, with Maisie as a passive co-pilot. As their destination was a civilian airport they were suitably styled, both wore their coordinated executive skirt-suits.

She opted to fuel up immediately, attracting the looks of several male members of staff when she stepped onto the ground to supervise.

“Where’s your pilot?”

“I am the pilot!”

Once the sexism had been dealt with the process didn't take long and, soon she was off the fuel stand. Tammy was directed to premium parking next to a hanger and was thankfully very close to the terminal. It was half an hour after arrival that the pair finally stepped down, with Tammy locking the door behind her. Somehow they had restricted themselves to one mid-sized case and vanity apiece plus shoulder bags.

Captain Wade was waiting for them, landside.

"You took your time. You're out of uniform, where is it?"

"We flew as civvies into a civilian aerodrome so our uniforms are in our cases, and they'll stay there until they're needed. Good morning to you too, Marcus."

"Hmmm, I don't like your attitude, Lieutenant."

"My attitude is just fine, Captain. Your own seems to be lax, however. Shall we return to Thurso? You can explain to Buckingham Palace why we apparently declined to take part in this briefing. Come on Maisie?"

She turned to drag her case back towards the Epic, Maisie did likewise, showing a clean pair of stilettos.

"You'll stay put Lieutenant, Sergeant!"

"I think you'll find we don't look much like military personnel right now, Marcus. Let me guess; the Colonel sent you as a glorified cab driver and you resent that? Never mind, I'll call the Colonel and explain your problem."

"Damn you, Tammy, just get in please."

The girls hung their NATO passes around the necks whilst they waited for Marcus to open the back of the vehicle. It took a few seconds for him to get the hint but finally they could load their cases before the pair slid into the rear seats. It was just over a ten minute drive to the NATO security gate and the girls had to exit the vehicle to check in.

"Are either of you carrying weapons?"

The guard seemed to be reading from a memorised script after checking passes.

"I have my Glock 19 and knife with me."

"Oh, permits?"

"Sure." Tammy reached under the back of her jacket and withdrew the pistol, the magazine was ejected and the chamber cleared.

She then pulled the knife from her sleeve, placing them on the counter between her and the guard. Both he and Wade took notice of the odd looking knife. Tammy then presented her firearms license. He placed her weapons in a container and passed it to a colleague. Her licence was checked, copied and returned.

"You can collect them when you leave. Sign please."

Tammy had expected just as much and signed the sheet. The girls had already walked through an arch, without bags, but now she was checked again with a hand wand. The whole procedure was taking time, but finally they received their site visitor security passes and were able to enter the complex.

The obvious route was via a weather protected corridor to an adjacent main surface building where they were met by Marcus. Tammy just smiled, she really didn't want to wind him up. Marcus in turn said nothing for the moment and just guided the girls to a lift, just after an obvious airlock and a blast door. They had a minute to wait for the doors to open into a vacant lift car.

"That wasn't one of our issued knives, is it?" Marcus asked once he confirmed they were well out of hearing range from the Guardroom.

Tammy shrugged. "Does the Army issue MadDog?"

"The Yanks gave it to you." Marcus almost snarled, clearly not pleased. "You need to see the Colonel first, then you can get into uniform."

Tammy shrugged, but watched the floor counter as they descended to the eighth subterranean level. It was difficult to suppress a smile. Despite the scanners and searches, she had still smuggled in several things Wade would throw a tantrum over. She guessed they wouldn't be seeing natural light for a few days.

Marcus seemed to take pride in his knowledge of the building layout, at least the areas Tammy had so far passed. Finally they arrived at room 8-26, which turned out to be equipped as an office, complete with soft furnishings and a coffee table. Sean MacTaggart stood from behind his desk and walked to Tammy, she saluted and Maisie followed her lead.

"Send in coffee and lunch please, Captain."

"Of course, Sir."

Marcus left the room and closed the door behind him. "At ease. Welcome to NATO Command, Tammy, Maisie. What have you done to poor Marcus now?"

"Sorry Colonel, he does like playing soldiers and for some reason wasn't happy that we were in civvies."

"Again? Mind you, he does have an issue with you?"

"Our only written instructions were to report to Wattisham tomorrow for a military briefing, but I received a separate request from my US cousins to arrive here today. I haven't seen anyone in khaki apart from Marcus since we arrived, and am I not supposed to be low-profile? What was the statement; I had acquired attention of a negative aspect?"

"You have a point, but didn't you receive any notification about the change of venue?"

"No, but if you recall I had the same problem with the joining instructions for my helicopter course - those also arrived after I'd left home."

"If you lived on base that wouldn't be a problem, clearly there's a problem sending secure communications to your outpost?"

"If I lived on a base, we wouldn't be having this conversation, as I wouldn't be here. Colonel; I have a telephone, a secure telephone and access to secure email, yet you insist on sending a physical courier?"

"Sorry, but the system sends it to the nearest location and they despatch it."

"Not in a timely manner, so I shouldn't be facing attitudes for bureaucracy. I work everyday on deniability and damage control, without consideration or assistance from anyone on this end. Many times it seems to me that someone or several personnel enjoy wreaking chaos around me so that they can heap on criticism. Perhaps it's because I don't neatly fit into a pigeon-hole? It's my quasi status that allows me to be military and non-military at the same time, a Schroedinger agent perhaps?"

"Point taken, Miss Smart, but please drop the subject."

"Understood and thank you Colonel, however why are we a day early?"

"An issue has arisen and I'm afraid it's entirely down to you."

"Great, I'm being blamed, again, for something that I know nothing about?"

"It will have to wait, Captain Wade will brief you."

There was a knock on the door and trays were brought in, loaded with sandwiches and nibbles. Coffee pots followed.

That occupied them for a while, especially as the girls had started out from home at seven that morning in order to be in the air by eight. Tammy's phone displayed the time, now reading half past twelve, but there was no connection to any service.

"Lieutenant Smart, a moment please?"

Tammy had just finished lunch and hadn't made any plans, but still managed to look bothered. "Just me?"

"Er, yes."

"Okay, Sir."

She followed Marcus out of the mess and into a quiet office. "Okay, Marcus, what's up?"

"I get the feeling you know what it is?"

"No, how can I?"

"Harrison."

"Flight Lieutenant Harrison, from RAF Benson?"

"Yes, except Harrison is, was, based at RAF Coningsby."

"Was? What happened?"

"It seems young Harrison decided he was really a she, and told the base commander's office that he, she, wanted to change."

"I see."

"Is that all? This is a major change, and not something I'm familiar with, present company excepted."

"Well, I did have a suspicion."

"And what did you do?"

"Nothing. It wasn't important so I kept it to myself."

"Really?"

"Absolutely, Marcus, I did nothing. I didn't speak to Harrison, or anyone else, about my suspicions. I just got on with the job; as did they. When did this happen?"

"As soon as Harrison returned to RAF Coningsby."

"A week ago?"

"Correct. It seems a few of the personnel found out very quickly and Harrison went AWOL. What was of particular concern was that he, she, reported to the base commander's office in a female RAF uniform that the base stores hadn't issued."

"Ah, Kelly ...."

"Kelly?"

"Corporal Catchmore is in the stores at RAF Benson, she probably assisted."

"You don't seem to be bothered that someone you worked with has changed teams?"

"Not really and I thought we were all on the same side?"

"Are you certain you had nothing to do with it?"

"Absolutely, even though I have been accused of being a catalyst in the past, I did nothing in this case. Is someone alleging that I am responsible?"

"Not as such."

"So where is Harrison now?"

"On military premises, future to be decided."

"That doesn't sound right, you cannot destroy someone's career because they may be transgender."

"This is the military, not some snowflake internet company, Lieutenant."

"Don't patronize me, Captain. You would massage those fighter jet sized egos lest they get upset. Were any of them responsible for Harrison going AWOL?"

"Possibly, but that's not a valid reason. In any case it's an RAF problem. Lt Smart you are ordered to do nothing in this regard and definitely don't contact Harrison."

"I hadn't planned to and don't even know Harrison's first name!"

"Good, we'll keep it that way. Dismissed."

Tammy found Maisie outside the room with all the bags. "The Colonel chucked me out of his office."

"Oh well, what now?"

"I was told we have rooms on the sixth floor."

They followed the signs to the closest lift and went up two levels, they were met by a girl in Royal Navy uniform.

"Miss Smart & Miss Staines?"

Tammy flashed her ID. "Lieutenant Smart and Sergeant Staines."

"My apologies, ma'am, can I show you to your rooms?"

"Is there a double room?"

"Sorry, all are singles, but I heard that the beds can cope with two, um, sorry ma'am."

"Thank you."

"You have rooms 6-38 and 6-39. Showers are at the end of the corridor."

Tammy took a look in her allocated room and it looked basic but functional.

"Excuse me, is this a standard room?"

"For the junior officers and non-commissioned ranks, yes, apologies, ma'am."

"I really should ask the Colonel about that promotion? Thanks."

Tammy went into Maisie's room and found her changing into combats. "I'm more comfortable in this when on military sites."

"Okay, fair enough, at least it'll get Marcus out of my hair."

"What's this about Harrison, Tammy?"

"How did you hear?"

"The Colonel told me."

"Great, and I had to hear Marcus blame me. Harrison was effeminate when we were on that course, but that was all. I'm sure my history wasn't known to anyone there."

"Does the Captain know?"

"Yes, as well as Colonel MacTaggart."

"But it's not on your MoD records?"

"I don't know, Maisie, I guess it is but buried very deep."

Tammy had finished changing when there was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me ma'am, you are needed in room 8-42."

The girls went back down two floors and found Marcus in a meeting room that was set for video conferencing. The screens were blank, Tammy noted, but there was a green LED on two of the monitors. The Captain wasn't in a hurry to get the briefing under way and seemed to be waiting for someone. When the door opened Tammy's mood lifted, especially as Marcus was leaving as another face arrived.

"Sir Thomas!"

"Miss Smart, a delight as ever."

"What are you doing here?"

"Planning such as this falls within my remit, but I also needed a meeting with Colonel MacTaggart to resolve some issues. Once I knew Sean was going to be here, it was a simple decision to head here on the Westway and dispatch several avians with a single projectile."

"Indeed. It's good to see you, who else is here?"

The Colonel had arrived but Marcus was now conspicuous by his absence. Two of the screens flickered and the image of Paul Dannigan appeared on one. Tammy suspected someone from Ram's Rock island was on the other, still blank, screen. Tammy immediately stood and saluted.

Dannigan returned it. "Smart."

"Director; Paul, if I may, we have a number of issues that need to be addressed before the main briefings tomorrow."

"Indeed Sir Thomas. Paul is fine. Firstly is Miss Smart aware of her role?"

"Not from us."

"Understood, we'll deal with that on arrival. Miss Staines?"

"Sir?"

"You will be asked to undertake tasks without Miss Smart, will that be a problem?"

"No, Sir, but who are you?" Maisie asked, trying to remember.

Dannigan smirked. "I look after certain interests, mostly on the far side of the Atlantic. I see Tammy hasn't brought you up to speed."

"No, she hasn't."

"As it should be. You could say that I'm in the resolution business. I believe you're familiar with the name Kerri?"

"Somewhat, sir. The name has been mentioned."

"She belongs to me. You'll be dealing with her and a few other team members, when you fly out. I just decide whether or not you fly."

"Understood, I think."

Sir Thomas Addington addressed the screen. "Paul, we have a further issue; are you aware?"

"I am. I am reticent to bring someone like that into the operation, regardless of the prior liaison. Some clarification is needed, along with certain assurances."

"We have a suggestion."

"Go ahead."

"The nearest British Consulate will need additional help in case the media become aware of our operation. It would be useful to place a friendly face there. One who is untainted and otherwise unknown?"

"A physical channel?"

"Indeed."

"I approve, but some operational training is appropriate."

"We'll address that, and there's an available training facility."

"Good. I believe we're done with the ladies?"

"Indeed, Paul. Miss Smart, Miss Staines, I'm told you're now needed in Room 11-03."

As the door was closing, Sir Thomas commented. "Resolution business? That's a rather interesting way to put it."

Tammy realised that she was being shut out, but what was the previous conversation all about and why was she allowed to overhear it? Maisie didn't seem phased at all, despite being dropped into a very high level conference with zero warning.

What had she let herself walk into? She was being asked to protect a Royal but could she look after herself?

{Continues}

	Tammy Spycraft is a reworking of Moving On and is now available on Kindle. Tammy's increasingly unhappy with the Security Service and Suzie's just plain bored. Tammy needs a change of direction and Suzie needs to get back to a proper job.
	Larry a bullied sophomore in High School finds two new friends in his Home Ec. class. Together the boy and two girls design costumes in anime maid style and provide treats for a booth at the mall. The trio discover a real knack for treat-making and win over not only their school, but also the town in a sweet coming of age story.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 2 Rearguard Action Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!

 
Wednesday 7th March (Continued)
 

Tammy and Maisie followed the signs and descended a few floors. Room 11-03 of NATO's London command centre turned out to be the fitness assessment suite.

"Lieutenant, Sergeant, I've been tasked with checking your fitness."

Maisie laughed.

"Why is that humorous?"

"I'm a qualified fitness instructor."

"Well, Sgt Staines, it appears you have no recent records on file so this will have to be your baseline. As for you, Lt Smart, there's a set from a few months ago."

Tammy shrugged. "Okay, let's get this over with."

"I suggest you change into the appropriate kit in the next room."

Luckily, the athletic clothes were to their sizes. They changed quickly and returned. Their instructor had two treadmill type running machines and an assistant approached with a mask.

"Sgt Staines, you're up first. We will be conducting VO2max testing, please tell me now if that will be an issue?"

"No problem here."

A minute later Maisie was under way, Tammy had the same brief question before she too was connected up.

Tammy hadn't had the chance of a warm up and knew that Maisie would also have complained, had she not been dealing with a Petty Officer who outranked the pair and clearly didn't like the Army or Army personnel. The girls had managed a good run, swim, run early the previous day by way of getting out of the house, and Tammy had been pleased with her performance.

With the mask on, as well as the constant changes to the treadmill there was little or no talking. Tammy concentrated on just moving herself in the 'zone' as she guessed that's where Maisie would be.

She had no idea how much time had passed when a halt was called and was a little wobbly on her legs when the machine stopped. It took a few seconds before the mask was removed and she could take a look at Maisie.

"That was okay, Tammy?"

"Yeah." She fibbed a bit. "When do we get the results?"

"Your commanding officer will be sent the results in due course. You are due next door now, good day."

They were dismissed, somewhat abruptly and changed back into uniforms. The room next door contained a nurse, and a pair of syringes. The girls hadn't put their jackets back on so their arms were ready for the duty vampire. Two minutes later they had lost a couple of phials of the red stuff.

"What's that for?" Tammy belatedly asked.

"Routine testing. Have you been taking any substances that we need to be aware of?"

"No."

"Either of you pregnant, or suspect you could be?"

"Planning, but not yet."

"Fine. Dismissed."

The girls had no instructions so went back to their rooms to shower, using the two tiny cubicles along the corridor. Tammy found herself walking back to her room alone and was barely decent when Maisie was knocking on Tammy's door within minutes.

"Done already?"

"Practice, in my regiment I would have been late on parade if I had needed the time you take!"

"Maybe, Miss Staines, maybe. Now what was all that about, testing and testing?"

"Pretty standard."

"Seriously?"

"Any time there was a specialist operation, away from a base, everyone would have a fitness and medical check-up unless there was a recent one on their files. You don't need someone having a problem during the operation."

"So did you go on an op?"

"No, but I was tasked with the testing and I was qualified to take blood. If anyone came to me for testing I could do both, but then I knew they were going on an op even if they hadn't been told themselves."

"Did that happen?"

"It may have done. What's the time?"

Tammy checked her phone, although she knew it wouldn't have a connection. "Four." She put it down and finished pulling on a clean t-shirt. There was a knock on the door, Maisie opened it just enough to see a young woman waiting outside.

"Oh, sorry, Sergeant, I thought Lieutenant Smart was in here?"

"She is, you are?"

"Flight Lieutenant Elizabeth Mary Harrison."

"Oh, come in."

Tammy had taken the few seconds to make herself presentable and could now be seen by the Flight Lt.

"Elizabeth? That's a lovely name. I'm Tammy and this is my partner Maisie."

A look of dread on Elizabeth's face changed to a smile. "Thank you, I was dreading this meeting?"

"Why?"

"Well, I changed."

"You're the same person, just a slight adjustment and a change of name. I can't see a problem. Tell me, though, who told you where to find me? This is rather a secure site."

"Captain Wade collected me from RAF Northalt twenty minutes ago and told me which room you would be in."

"Damn, Marcus."

"Is there a problem?"

"No Elizabeth, but we've been played. Where have you been for the last week?"

"I was sent on leave after seeing the base shrink, then did a Statutory Declaration to change my name. I sent a copy to Coningsby and two days later a Squadron Leader called me to order me to report to Northolt on Wednesday for a debrief. I was there last night and brought my kitbag here today."

"I was told you were AWOL?"

"That was a malicious attempt to trash my name. No, technically I was on medical leave."

"Oh, okay, have you been told why I was here?"

"No, I guess you weren't expecting to see me."

"I wasn't, but that's quite normal with my work. The question is, what next? I don't know why you're here and I can't tell you why Maisie and I are here."

"You're a couple?"

"We're engaged."

"That's unusual."

"Two girls?"

"No, working together. In the RAF that wouldn't be allowed."

"I don't fit normal parameters, Elizabeth."

"Like getting into an Apache and returning with spurs? No-one would tell me what happened."

"That's because very few people knew. It was fun to fly."

"You flew it?"

"And used the weapons, all justifiable of course and there won't be an inquiry."

"What about the rescue?"

"Everyone was fine, except the kidnappers."

"Oh good, Tammy. Tell me, you're talking to me as if I've always been Elizabeth?"

"You have, haven't you? At what age did you know?"

"I was eight."

"And it's taken you, what, fifteen years to fix that?"

"Yes. I had panic attacks, but somehow when I was at RAF Benson it all fell into place. Something about you helped me, Tammy, oh sorry!

The Flight Lieutenant started to cry, Maisie grabbed a tissue from a bedside box and handed it over. "Here, don't be silly. Tammy is someone special and you're not the first transgender woman Tammy's met."

"I'm not? That explains Captain Wade's comment."

"Which was?"

"'Lieutenant Smart knows your kind.' Those were his words. I didn't understand them at the time and wasn't certain how to interpret them."

"I'll have to thank him later, and tear him a new arsehole."

"You can't say that about a senior officer."

"I can, and I will. If he thinks he can play us then he's very much mistaken. Have you been told what's happening next?"

"Next? Today? I think it's nearly dinner time."

"Well, that, yes, but how long are you here, where are you going next? Will you go back to your unit?"

"My base commander wasn't happy and claimed I would be a liability, that's when he put me on leave. I'm told he wasn't too kind when he spoke to the pilots the following morning judging by the texts I received."

"I thought there were Ministry of Defence rules for dealing with transgender personnel?"

"There are, so long as you do it by the book. Anything else is liable to be determined as disruption or attention seeking."

"Damn, well, we'll have to work out how to handle this. Hmm, food?"

"I've eaten here before, there's no set time as it's a twenty-four hour operation. I'll show you the way, it's a few floors up."

Tammy tried to assess Elizabeth Harrison. She was certainly more vocal, more chatty, than the Flight Lieutenant who had flown with Tammy only a week earlier. There was confidence now that hadn't been apparent, but how well did Tammy really know this latest addition to womankind?

What had Paul Dannigan said a few hours earlier? Was he referring to Harrison? That didn't make sense, she was a local problem, who Marcus had insisted re-acquainted herself with Lieutenant Smart, contrary to his own orders? Yep, Tammy was being played and didn't like it one bit.

"Coming?"

Six floors up and along a long corridor, then through an airlock and two blast doors, followed by four floors down.

"Where are we, Elizabeth? I'm a bit disorientated." Maisie was asking what Tammy felt.

"Technically it's a separate building, with limited surface access, completely self sufficient. If the main structure is attacked then this section can isolate itself."

"How do you know this?"

"My late father was a part of the maintenance crew, he met my mother here when she was deployed from her ship. She was a comms Leading Hand at the time, later she got a posting in the Foreign Office and we spent a couple of years shuffling between embassies upgrading their communications equipment."

"So you know this building?"

"And the satellite sites. Thing is, the military spooks didn't like me and didn't trust me because I was a member of a few anti-war groups when I was at school. They told me to drop it or mum would lose her clearance."

"Did you?"

"It became moot, mum was diagnosed with cancer and came home, a year later she was dead. I was finishing sixth form that year and ditched the groups to concentrate on my exams. Mum made me promise to do something useful so I signed up for the RAF. Dad wasn't keen, but I was hardly built for the Royal Marines."

They had reached the refectory and their conversation ended. Elizabeth pointed to the servery. "Tap your ID card when you take a tray. Contractors get billed for every meal, service personnel and government folk just get counted. The local bean counters want to know how much food is wasted and the local medical team want to know if someone is skipping meals."

The fare on offer wasn't extensive, but Tammy saw that the meal choices were changing. A depleted chilli con carné was replaced with a vegetable curry as Tammy stood in queue.

"Mix and match if you like. I'm told the ratatouille is really good, add that to something else - there's some spicy potato further down."

Tammy found plain rice and added that to her curry, placing a fruit juice and a cheesecake to her tray. The three found a table and had barely started to eat when Marcus sat down on the free chair and placed a coffee on the table.

"Good, you've met."

"Why don't you just piss off and leave us to our food?"

"I'll deal with you later!"

Tammy glared at him. "Likewise."

He left.

"Wow, you weren't joking were you?"

"No, can I call you Liz?"

"I prefer Lizzie."

"Sure, Lizzie, it's simple really. Captain Marcus Wade doesn't like me, but can't do anything about it."

"Why?"

"I upset his carefully arranged apple-cart. I'm not full-time military and can't just drop everything to dance to his tune. I've also gained a reputation for finding the rotten apples."

"Like at Wattisham last year?"

"That was me, how did you guess?"

"Someone else had referred to the rotten apples and the phrase stuck. Well done."

"I spent a few hours policing brass on the range, keeping out of the way. It sorted itself out later, that's not a subject for casual talk."

"Understood, but you pulled a weapon in the canteen?"

"As I said, not for discussion."

Lizzie smiled then returned to her plate. Tammy's appetite was starting to wane, but she struggled on. In the end most of her cooled rice was left but the cheesecake didn't take long to turn into crumbs. Maisie had finished several minutes earlier and now had a refill for her tea, calorific intake was important, and that had helped Tammy make her choice, even if the dessert was on the 'naughty' list.

Tammy was surprised to find a bar on site, one floor up, but this was divided between the junior and senior ranks.

Before Tammy could query the protocol an orderly approached her, "Lieutenant Smart, you are cordially invited to join Colonel MacTaggart in the Admiral Nelson room."

"All of us?"

"Just yourself, Lieutenant, those are my orders."

Tammy shrugged and followed the orderly, behind her she heard Lizzie ask Maisie a question. "Does this happen often?"

Once through the port-holed inter-connecting doorway she soon spotted where she was being led.

"Ah Tammy, you remember Lieutenant Colonel Wells?"

"Good evening, Sir."

"Lieutenant, a pleasure."

"Please sit. Jeremy is taking command of the operation, the intention is that you'll come under him for the duration."

"I see, Sir, what will my role be?"

"For our purposes you'll be a part of the forward team and will liaise with the local assets. When the principals arrive you will be available to support the Commander in any way he needs. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir. Do I get that in writing?"

"Writing? I suppose we could do something, why?"

"My college is complaining."

"I thought Wade had provided some information?"

"It was insufficient, it doesn’t help that the only person at the University who could sort it out is bound by the Official Secrets Act and is currently thinking of retirement."

"Your situation isn't standard, and I suspect that doesn't help?"

"It doesn't sit well with Marcus."

"He means well, Tammy, but one day I might have to let him put you on a charge for insubordination."

"To teach me a lesson, Sir?"

"No, just to get him off my back!"

Wells picked up a jug of water and poured a splash into a glass before lifting it to his lips, all the time keeping his eyes locked on Tammy. She waited.

"I do not want you on the team if you can't follow orders, Lieutenant."

"That won't be an issue, Commander. I don't handle idiots easily but will carry out any instructions to work with those idiots."

"Good, but this operation requires the best people. You have been chosen because of your skills, not your personality. That is true of the whole team."

"Sir, what will Sgt Staines be doing?"

"For the duration of this operation she is at your, and my, disposal."

"Does she get a full briefing?"

"She gets the same briefing as you, Lieutenant, that's 0800 tomorrow. You are not needed on Friday."

"Oh. Understood."

"Do not think you will not be privy to the operation or are being kept out of certain arrangements, Miss Smart, but you really don't need to know about weapons deployment, logistics and the exact hour by hour security plan. You will be needed if that plan fails and any instructions will be relevant to the moment. Advance knowledge, beyond a good outline, is irrelevant at this time."

"Understood, Sir."

"It is my understanding that you have been to the region before and are familiar with the local facility?"

"I am. In fact there is a civilian business matter to be agreed whilst I am on the island, and that could cover my presence."

"I have been informed that they have upgraded the location to include specialist facilities. Also that you are trained to utilize air and water assets?"

"I am, although I will use a portion of my time for that aforementioned business."

"Fine. I do have plans for you in regards to your capabilities. You're dismissed. Go back to your friends."

"Just two things, Sir. Maisie is my fiancée and not my personal gopher. I'm also just getting to know Lizzie as we didn't interact very much on a personal level when we met previously. I am also trying to work out why she is here."

"That was Captain Wade's idea. I believe he has a plan for her limited involvement during the operation but some training is required. She has particular skills that are relevant."

Tammy stood, saluted and walked back into the junior ratings’ wardroom. She quickly found the other two.

"I need a drink."

At the bar she didn't bother looking at the spirits on offer. "A large Wolfburn please, with water."

"We don't stock it, Miss."

"It's available in the other bar. I'll be eternally grateful if you could fetch a bottle?" She smiled, then pointed over her shoulder. "My friends will also be grateful."

"Certainly."

The barman was back very quickly. "A senior officer was sending this over for you, most unusual."

"Thank you, three glasses and a water jug please. We'll take the bottle."

She summoned the girls and had them assist. "Back to my room, let us talk over a good malt."

"I don't drink whisky."

"Don't worry Lizzie, you'll get used to this."

 
Thursday 8th March 2018
 

Tammy had a sore head but now had plenty of background on Lizzie. It seemed that her mother had known about Lizzie's preferences, but her father had banned her from acting in a feminine way around him.

Lizzie's father, however, had passed only a year and a half after her mum's funeral and just before her twentieth birthday Lizzie had become alone. By then she was earning her wings in the RAF, but had been sent on a six month attachment to GCHQ before being deployed to Benson for her helicopter training. It sounded like either the Ministry of Defence had a clever plan to develop the Flight Lieutenant or perhaps they really didn't know what to do with her?

Tammy needed two mugs of coffee and took the second one into the briefing, whilst Maisie had a bottle of water. There was no sign of Lizzie in the room, a mass of khaki and blue.

Lieutenant Colonel Wells called the meeting to order.

"Good morning everyone. We're here to ensure there are no misunderstandings about our roles for Operation Jewel. Firstly, the contents of this briefing are Top Secret, the Royal couple's holiday on Kestrel Island is not a public engagement and there will not be any announcement. Having said that, and despite our best efforts, the press could become aware and may attempt to reach the island. It is your primary role to prevent that, or any other incursion, without creating a media incident in the process. Understood?"

There was a massed grunting. Tammy tried to identify anyone who was in the room but from her position, back left, only the adjacent face was visible and that was Maisie’s.

"Let me make this clear; a successful mission in this case is one where the principals have a good and incident free time. Additionally, in an ideal situation, everyone of you is returned home at mission completion without injury, and let’s ensure that no locals, children or animals are harmed. Whilst that is the ideal, something close to my previous may also constitute a good mission."

He paused to sip water.

"Our base of operations will be a facility on a different island, the name of which isn’t important right now, but it has a private airstrip that can handle a C130 and suitable covert military assets for our needs. Each of you will now head to your allocated room for a focussed briefing relevant to your team. We'll reconvene after lunch."

Tammy found herself, once the majority had left, with Maisie. "Did you get told where to go?"

"No, Tammy."

Jeremy Wells walked over. "You weren't missed, come with me."

Their destination was room 8-42 again, although the screens were still dark. Harrison was waiting there.

"Good, Flight Lieutenant, you know Lieutenant Smart and Sgt Staines?"

"I do, Sir."

"Good."

A satellite image of an island came up on one screen.

"Ram's Rock Island. Another privately-owned island, but this one is owned by an American." Wells stated then nodded for the image to change, revealing a man.

Tammy recognised Rodrick and gave him a subtle nod.

"Morning Jeremy. What's the word?" Rodrick greeted

Wells smirked. "Good evening Rodrick. I'll be in overall command of this operation."

"You?" Rodrick feigned disbelief then sighed. "God help us."

"I do appreciate your confidence." Jeremy replied with sarcasm then joined Rodrick in laughter.

"Lieutenant, Flight Lieutenant and Sergeant, may I present; Rodrick Mason. Formerly of U.S. Navy SEAL team Four. Retired Captain. According to records his specialities were ship-to-ship assault and riverine warfare. The man is an expert at coastal conflict and taking down ships." Wells recounted.

"You remembered; must have cut back on the booze."

Rodrick snarked then addressed them all: "The assets on this island come under my command as the owner and as the senior military rank (retired). For information, I've signed a contract between ourselves and the British Government for the use and rental of our facilities. This is not an ongoing agreement. It's a one-off, just like last time. It is my understanding that Miss Smart and a crew are flying out ahead of the main teams?"

"They are. We were going to add Captain Wade to that group."

"I suggest you don't, better that he comes in with the main contingent."

"I see, is there a reason?"

"We run a low-profile facility, Colonel, anyone who finds it difficult to separate military and non-military would have a really bad time here. I hear he has issue with being low-key."

Tammy noted Rodrick didn't use the term civilian. As far as she knew the only civilians on Ram Rock Island were the children and even that was debatable.

"Understood."

"What would his role have been, Wells?"

"As ranking officer for the covert teams."

"So he would be under-foot or in the way. I think we can cope without him for a while."

"I don't perceive a problem, there's just a few days between the teams' arrivals."

"I'm the local ranking officer so my word is law, is that correct Lieutenant?"

"Yessir. Or do I say 'Aye, aye, Skipper?"

"Hoo-yaa, Lieutenant. I like her already."

"Tammy does tend to be a bit naughty, Rodrick."

"Oh? So she's been hanging around you too much. Jeremy's a bad influence on the young."

"Malicious gossip, instigated by that pirate himself. Ladies, don't listen to him."

Both men laughed as the women giggled at the banter.

"Now, what about Harrison? I haven't yet been asked to provide facilities for her."

"That's still under consideration."

"Can I suggest we make a decision and she flies out with Tammy and Maisie? She can deploy from here."

"That is an option."

"Go or no-go."

"Given she doesn't need to interact with the main team; the alternative is that she flies out on her own, and that creates risk."

"That's not recommended, put her with Tammy for now. It allows the team to talk to her securely."

"Indeed, I think that's acceptable. We are Go."

Rodrick nodded. "Then we got business. Out."

The screen went dark before Tammy could ask Rodrick any questions, the local officer would have to suffice even if it bordered on insubordination.

"Lt Colonel, what does that mean for me?"

"That you work with Harrison on acclimatisation and fly out together."

"What are the alternatives?"

"We put her on a base somewhere, effectively in isolation, until she flies commercial to her posting or is discharged from the military."

"Oh. I don't know what her role is, assuming she stays?"

"It's a role that's being developed, and perhaps we should brief Harrison about her role before you're told what that is?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You're dismissed."

Tammy and Maisie were shown out of the room but their new friend, comrade in arms, remained. It was too early for lunch but, without any orders, the canteen was the best place to be. They followed Lizzie's prior directions and soon found themselves at the servery.

They didn't see anyone else familiar in their immediate area as they took coffees to a vacant table.

"Did we just get ordered to have a guest for the next week?"

"Yes, Maisie. I can't say I'm surprised."

"So, we've been stitched up?"

"Again. Welcome to my world."

"It hasn't happened before?"

"Not as such whilst you've been with me, but to me alone it's a regular thing."

"Does Lizzie have to know about you, your status?"

"I don't believe it's relevant."

"So what are we going to do with her?"

"Treat her as a guest, that's all. You'll be responsible for her fitness."

"Yes, Boss."

"Meanwhile, I need to make a phone call but I haven't seen an outside phone except in the Colonel's office?"

"Can it wait until we're outside?"

"Possibly, Maisie."

Lizzie found the pair as they finished their drinks.

"You've been there?"

"Timbuktu?"

"No, the island?"

Tammy shook her head, wondering if Lizzie knew much about operational security despite her previous roles?

"I think it's a few hours after breakfast Lizzie, so let's eat before anyone else needs us?"

"Oh, we can leave the site, we're done here."

"Fine, but I still need food before we fly." Maisie had already scanned the hot trays.

Tammy debated changing back into civvies but figured she could remain in khaki for the time being but she did need an answer from Lizzie of a personal nature.

"How many skirts or dresses do you have?"

"With me?"

"Yes."

"None, apart from a spare uniform."

"Where are your clothes?"

"Back at the house, my parents' old place. I couldn't risk having anything on base with me in case of problems."

"Where's the house?"

"Aldershot."

"Ah, Farnborough Airport isn't far from there?"

"I know, but there’s no commercial flights from there so are you looking to hire a plane?"

"No, I already have one here, but we have a four to five hour flight ahead of us and I don't fancy any diversions, especially in the wrong direction."

"That far? I caught the train, there's a tube station by the main gate of RAF Hortholt. I could go home to collect my stuff?"

"I'd rather get moving, we'll have to sort you out later. Let's eat first though." Maisie was returning with a full tray.

-o-

An hour later they were back at the main entrance and Tammy withdrew her weapons as they handed back their visitor passes. Maisie distracted Lizzie long enough that Tammy could hide her kit without causing an incident.

"I need a taxi to Elstree? I can’t get a signal in here yet."

"We don't do that, Lieutenant."

"I was driven in here so how about you give the keys of a vehicle and you can collect it later?"

"No, I suggest you leave the premises before the Provost remove you?"

A voice behind them spoke. "Give them the keys to the unmarked Landrover."

"Ah, yes sir."

Rank had privileges, clearly. Tammy took the keys then turned. "Thank you Colonel."

"I'm riding with you."

As they ventured into the fresh air, several mobile phones beeped, although Tammy resisted the urge to check her messages. They drove out of the gate as Maisie used her phone for directions to the airfield. Lizzie was in the back with the Colonel and stayed very quiet.

Fifteen minutes later they pulled up next to the hanger at Elstree airport. Tammy handed the keys to Sean MacTaggart. "Enjoy the ride back, Sir."

"I have some orders for you all, please don't open until tomorrow when you are on secure premises." He handed her an envelope.

"Understood, Sir. Can I ask something?"

"Of course."

"Could someone please fast-track Flight Lt Harrison's paperwork? She'll need to fly as a civilian so will need appropriate and genuine accreditation. All the documents would need to be couriered to my location at least by the time of our next briefing, sir."

"I will pass your request on, Lieutenant."

"Thank you."

"Have a good flight."

The Colonel drove back to the gate as Maisie was putting Lizzie into the aircraft. Tammy sent a text message to Jim with an ETA and received an immediate acknowledgement. Another text went to Joey with a request to book a set of appointments. She briefly looked at her emails, spotting one from her solicitor – that could wait.

Lizzie was examining the plane, whilst waiting for Tammy to finish with her phone.

"Nice plane, who is KT Flight?"

"I am, it's my company. Now, will you please disable your social media accounts and the GPS function in your phone. Better still, do that then turn it off."

"So I can't be tracked?"

"Yes, unfortunately I don't have a bug finder with me today."

"Seriously? I don't do social media anyway."

"Good. Let's get permission to go."

"Where are we going?"

"North."

The plane was stocked with drink, biscuits and chocolate so that would have to suffice for their return flight, although the hop was – on paper - well within the scope of the plane's service range, assuming there were no diversions.

Once they were at cruising altitude Tammy engaged auto pilot and slipped back, Maisie was already interrogating their passenger.

"Hold on, you two. We have some practicalities to deal with, and that includes hitting Tesco for some clothes. How is your bank balance, young lady?"

"There's about a thousand spare. I normally move the bulk of my salary into a savings account but I left it in case I suddenly found myself out of work."

Lizzie started to cry, this was the second time she'd sobbed in Tammy's presence and, as before, Maisie went to the rescue with a tissue.

"Thank you."

"Tell me Lizzie, truth please, are you taking any hormones?"

"No, why?"

"It's just a feeling I had, but I’ve decided you need to be seen by our GP as soon as possible. When was your last full physical?"

"I had a fitness test a couple of months back which I barely passed, but I haven't had a full medical for about two years. To be honest I didn't like them."

"Were you checked at the NATO place, for fitness and blood?"

"No."

"I see. I wonder what game Marcus is playing?"

"Marcus? The Captain?”

"The same; From what I know it's possible Wade will cancel your part in this because you don’t have a recent medical and send you back to your squadron?"

"For a dishonourable discharge, no doubt. Would he do that?"

"To blame me, yes."

A squawk from the cockpit sent Tammy back up front before Lizzie could answer. She was back two minutes later. "Course correction. Now, where was I?"

A phone started to ring, Tammy retrieved it from the box under the fridge.

"KT Flight, how may I help you?"

"Miss Smart, this is Sir Thomas."

"Oh, good afternoon Sir, how did you get this number?"

"From your support manager, are you aware that Sean has passed on a request to me?"

"I wasn’t, but would this concern my passenger?"

"It does, I hope you understand that you are asking for some considerable amendment to databases in a very limited timespan?"

"I am, Sir, will that be an issue?"

"Not for me, Miss Smart, but for those whom I will instruct."

"For that, Sir, I am eternally grateful. Is there anything I can do in return?"

"Yes, I need a replacement bottle of Wolfburn. Mine seems to have mysteriously developed vapours where there used to be liquor!"

Tammy laughed. "Consider it done and I'll go better. I'll send two, Sir. Thank you."

"You're welcome, good bye for now."

Tammy sat back. "Well, Lizzie, that just about secures your identity as Elizabeth Mary Harrison."

"I don't have a magic wand, I'll still be Ethan Harrison to the authorities for a few months."

"Maybe not, but when the Chair of the Intelligence Oversight Committee says he'll issue instructions then you can expect people to jump."

"The MOD will take weeks, if not months."

"This is my world we're in Lizzie."

"The world where you have a sat phone?"

"It came with the plane."

"Doesn't that have a secure module?"

"No and my guess is Sir Thomas wasn't calling from a secure phone on this occasion in any case."

"I could only just work out you were talking about me, I suppose anyone else would have trouble?"

"Unless they are a Scotch Whisky promoter?"

"Remind me not to let you pour me any drinks again, Tammy."

Tammy grinned and popped an Atomic Fireball into her mouth, gaining a dirty look from Maisie.

"Stay away from those Lizzie, pure lava." Maisie warned as Tammy went back to the cockpit with a fresh coffee.

-o-

They touched down well after 5pm, Jim was waiting for them. A slew of new text messages hit Tammy’s phone.

"Sorry about the time Jim, but I promised I would get her back."

"Indeed, what's the situation?"

"There's vapours in the main tank and the mini fridge is empty."

"I thought you refilled down there?"

"I caught headwinds and didn't want to divert just for another fifty litres."

"Just remember, you can't pull over and call for assistance when you're at twenty thousand feet."

"Sure."

"When do you need it next?"

"Unknown, we might need a chopper to Aberdeen or Glasgow next time we head South."

"Understood, give me as much notice as possible."

"Will do."

Tammy quickly completed her logs whilst Maisie loaded everything into the Mini.

"Okay, Tesco. Let's get you some essentials, Lizzie."

Tammy wasn't comfortable in the store, given her past history, but hoped the mix of khaki and Royal Air Force blue would be enough of a distraction.

She needn't have worried as it seemed there was an cadet exercise going on nearby and they weren't the only uniforms in the store, although they were the only ones looking at lingerie.

{Continues}

	Tammy Spycraft is a full reworking of Moving On and is now available on Kindle. Tammy's increasingly unhappy with the Security Service and Suzie's just plain bored. Tammy needs a change of direction and Suzie needs to get back to a proper job.
	Powered armor with a crew of two works best when the man and woman inside are romantically linked. But Dylan’s last love left him without hope and Alison’s experience with abuse has made her afraid of being touched. Contains strong language and adult situations. Can the Self-contained Powered Armor they wear bring them together, or is even trying going to be a disaster? Love is a combination the two can only dream of in this science fiction romance!.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 3 Loose Lips Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!

 
Friday 9th March 2018
 

The previous evening had seen the three girls grab some ready meals from Tesco, neither Tammy nor Maisie had felt like cooking and Tammy’s dietary plan was temporarily thrown out of the window. Maisie attended to the necessary reheating whilst Tammy made the spare bedroom ready for their guest.

All three of them were beyond exhausted but one of their number had also been rather emotional, attempting to balance fear and elation at the same time; unfortunately fear had won most of the arguments.

Friday morning hadn't started much differently.

"Right, Lizzie, we have you booked in to see Dr Adi after lunch. But first, let’s get down to the pool, I could do with a swim."

"Swim? I can't!"

"You can't swim?"

"Yes, I can, I mean ..."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem."

"I don't have a swimsuit and, well, what about, um?"

"Then let's head down to my office then make some decisions."

"Office? I thought you worked here?"

"I have a real job, Lizzie. Two actually and I haven't been around for a few days. Hopefully my assistant will have kept it running."

"I thought Maisie was your assistant?"

"No, she's my partner and she has her own business."

"So you're part-timers?"

"Not really, think of us as a unit that gets deployed when necessary."

"Just the two of you?"

"Please, please Lizzie, stop asking questions."

Tammy grabbed her keys and ushered her guest out of the back door. It had been dark when they'd arrived home but Thurso was now bright and, for a change, dry. Traffic was light and she parked in her usual spot before directing Lizzie up the stairs.

"Oh, who are .... ah, she's with you Tammy?"

"Yes, Joey, Lizzie is my unexpected house guest for a few days. How is everything?"

"It's all good, where did you go?"

"Elstree."

"Where some of the film and TV studios are?"

"Yes, and we saw plenty of acting but you won't see anything on television."

"Oh, okay. The solicitors have renewed their lease for another year and the place on Priory Street has been vacated."

"Is that the two bed above an office?"

"Yes."

"Can you get that cleaned, any repairs sorted and then hold the upstairs, don't mark it as available."

"What about the office?"

"Treat that as separate and lock the interconnecting door both ways."

"Okay. There's a few bits that need signatures."

Tammy found the sheets on her desk. She checked the pages then signed.

"Is that all?"

"For now, what about my raise?"

"When I get back from my next trip, we’ll be in a new tax year by then."

"When are you leaving?"

"Late next week and we'll be back after Easter."

"Three weeks?"

"'Fraid so."

"You're not getting married without me?"

"No Joey, no we are not."

"Good. I've decided I want to be a bridesmaid at least once."

"Complete with the frills, frocks and hair-do? Okay, Joey, if you feel like closing the office over Easter, go ahead."

"I might go to see mum over a long weekend. She's in therapy today."

"Is she seeing a local therapist or one that the military sent?"

"A local one, I think he's having trouble working out if she's telling the truth or making it up? This is the second session and she wasn't looking forward to it."

"I can try to pull some strings Joey and get her into a lovely house near London for a few days where she can speak to people who are experienced in this sort of thing."

"I'll pass that on, I guess you can't say where it is or what it's called?"

"No, privacy is key."

"Okay, give me one thing that I can tell her?"

"The food is lovely but look for the summer house on the other side of the lake, in there you'll find a freezer loaded with ice cream."

"Chocolate?"

"Strawberry, mint, nutty ... all sorts."

"Okay, what’s the price?”

“Nothing, except possibly some travel costs.”

“That sounds okay, when should I let you know?"

"As soon as possible, it could take a while to set up and remember I won't be here for a few weeks."

"Okay, if you don't mind I'll finish at lunchtime today?"

"That's fine, you deserve it. We have things to do."

"Oh, there was a call from a John Smith for you a couple of days ago. Refused to say where he was calling from or why he needed you?"

"Thanks Joey, I'll deal with that."

The pair made it onto the street, leaving Joey to handle an incoming call regarding a broken window.

"So that's your day job?"

"Yes, Lizzie, I own the business and employ Joey."

"What's this about her mum?"

"She was the one I rescued, two weeks ago."

"And she needs therapy?"

"It was quite traumatic for her."

"Oh, I had no idea, no-one at Benson would say anything and it wasn’t in the newspapers."

They were out in the open, with no-one around, but Tammy still wasn't convinced they had complete privacy. She walked around to the front of the block and into the ladies fashion store.

"Hi Sarah, can I borrow the store room for a minute?"

"Sure, Tammy."

Sarah had customers to handle so Tammy guessed they wouldn't be interrupted for a few minutes. She guided her guest past the racks. Lizzie’s attention wandered as she started to check out the clothing.

"Lizzie, look at me, I'm already regretting giving my agreement to this arrangement. Up until now I have successfully split my personal and professional lives and very few people have seen both sides. Of those that did, many are dead or in prison as they decided to use privileged information to challenge me. Your curiosity has the potential to damage my other work as the two don't, and shouldn’t, mix."

"Then why am I here?"

"Because I was ordered and because I was asked and I don’t, usually, refuse orders. You haven't even been here for a day, but you've already opened your mouth without judging what comes out of it. I may not be senior to you, but you're in my care and in my territory."

"Sorry. It's just that I've never had a friend."

"Or lived in the real, civilian, world?"

"Yeah, not really."

"Okay, apology accepted, let's see what Sarah can do for your wardrobe?"

-o-

Several bags made their way from Sarah's shop to the car before the girls continued to the sports store.

"You'll need a bikini or tankini for the beach work."

"I can't wear those!"

"Why not? Look, get a couple of one piece suits and two sets of bikinis, all in black, plus a wrap if we can."

Their next stop was the bazaar for simple undies, tops and shorts, not that the range was great given that it was still winter in the Highlands.

There was one further stop before lunch.

"Hi Tammy, what can we do for you?"

"Hi Sandy, can we both have the works?"

"I can get one of you in at two this afternoon, your assistant called yesterday but wouldn’t say who needed it."

"Hmm, Lizzie, your doctor's appointment is at three thirty so that should work out fine."

"Me, here?"

Tammy sighed."Yes, Lizzie."

"But ...?"

"Joanne and Sandy will look after you, I'll make sure of it."

Sandy started to scribble in her book. "Right, two this afternoon for Lizzie. What about you, Tammy? We’re fully booked now until Monday? How about ten o’clock? Oh college?"

"Monday at ten is fine."

"Going somewhere?"

"The pool and maybe a hotel next week."

"Ah, okay."

They made it into the hotel bar and Tammy acknowledged a few people as she dragged Lizzie to a semi-private table.

"You know a lot of people."

"It's the downside of being a very public person."

"Public? I wouldn't, couldn't, dare make friends like that - I mean I'm ...."

"You'll do fine Lizzie, but you do need a little experience around strangers. I mean, depending on where you're deployed there will be plenty of civilians and you won't necessarily have the protection of a uniform."

"I won't?"

"No, and that's why you're booked to see Joanne."

"Who is she?"

"The local torturess, she'll remove any body hair."

"But she'll know, she'll find out!"

"And she couldn't give a toss, Lizzie, stop fretting!"

"How would you know?"

"I just do, look, she has TG clients."

"She told you?"

"Yes, a few years ago."

"Did she tell you their names? I mean, that wouldn't be right."

"No, she didn't. Right, the waiter wants our orders."

"What are you having?"

"A Spanish omelette."

"I'll have the same."

-o-

Tammy was thankful when she escorted Lizzie to Joanne's door at two, having resisted the urge to do damage to her guest.

"It's her first time, and she's special."

"Okay Tammy, understood."

Despite multiple reassurances Lizzie still wanted to back out and was clearly very unsure of herself, but Joanne was already closing the door.

Tammy made her escape and almost ran back to her car before driving home. She emptied the car of shopping bags and carried them in, Maisie was sorting lunch.

"Done with the girl already? Oh, food?"

"She's in the torture chamber, we ate in the hotel and I have at least one call to make upstairs."

Before she could get out of the kitchen the doorbell sounded, Tammy found an RAF courier waiting outside a minute later.

“Lieutenant Smart?”

“Yes, oh, hang on!”

She retrieved her pass from the kitchen.

“Here you are.”

“Good, I have a package for you. This is the third delivery attempt.”

“We were training.”

“Please make suitable arrangements for the future.”

Tammy guessed correctly that the package was the missing instructions for the previous two days briefing. That needed to be shredded once she’d checked it for any of Marcus’s hidden instructions. She put it on the kitchen table and headed for the kettle.

"Oh, John Smith called for you."

"Let me guess, Maisie, he wouldn't say why?"

"Correct, it's not as if I'm not cleared?"

"To be fair, no-one really knows who we work for any more."

"Ourselves!"

"Yeah, let's find out my fate."

Tammy wasn't surprised to find him at his desk.

"Ah, Miss Smart, I've been expecting you."

"You don't have a white cat there, do you?"

"I see your cultural references are in perfect working order, let's see whether your judgement is as good?"

"University?"

"Correct, what the hell happened?"

Tammy recounted the events that had led to her suspension. "Very much taken out of context, Sir."

"So where's your report?"

"I was waiting for any developments, my solicitor is handling it."

"Irrelevant, you should have submitted a report immediately. I don't suppose your American friends are waiting for the news?"

"No, Sir."

"So the Security Service is a second class agency that barely deserves your attention?"

"Not at all, Sir, but I was rather pre-occupied with military matters."

"I'm aware of your current secondment, but as your primary employer you must submit a report or you'll be suspended and your security clearance would suffer."

"Yes, Sir, understood."

"Good, now is there anything else you wish to say?"

"Actually, yes. Do you recall the rescue I was involved in?"

"I have a copy of that report, somewhat redacted unfortunately."

"I'd like for Carol Cooper, Joey's mother, to have a week at Abigail Adams House with one of the house shrinks."

"That's not for you to decide, but enlighten me?"

"The Cooper family were trying to get to her to use her as a bargaining chip, so she was kidnapped in an attempt to get at my assistant, Maisie and myself. I feel she needs some protection and counselling for her PTSD."

"I hope that’s not a personal diagnosis? Why not use somewhere locally?"

"She’s seen the local shrinks but they don't believe most of what she's told them. Unfortunately it’s affecting her personal life badly but the local police don’t believe it’s their responsibility for her safety and I can't provide the level of security that she may require. It doesn’t help that I currently have a house guest."

"I was wondering when that subject would come up."

"She's with me at the Army's request."

"But she, he, is RAF?"

"She. It is my understanding that Flight Lt. Elizabeth Harrison is currently on detached duty to Broadsword. Lizzie's security clearance is fine, but we're not allowing her access to anything she doesn't require."

"I'd like a report. Where is she now?"

"In the beauty salon."

"I see."

"I'll introduce you to the ladies there if you ever visit Thurso, Sir."

"I'll take that under advisement, Miss Smart. Two reports please and I'll pass your request on."

"Understood."

Tammy put the phone down, Maisie had just arrived with a mug of tea.

"Thanks, I have two reports to write: one about the college issue and one concerning Lizzie."

"Why don’t you re-use the report you sent to your solicitor for the first one, while I start the second one as I was there. How long do you have?"

"Damn, there was an email from the solicitor but I have just over half an hour to get back to the salon ... we'd best get cracking as I don't want any of this in view when she gets back."

"I'll meet you at the pool once you’ve collected her, give me a call?"

"Will do, oh, I brought the swimwear back here. It’s in one of the bags."

"Okay, okay, I'll find it."

Tammy was back at the salon as Lizzie was coming out of Sandy's chair. The look was definitely feminine but Tammy had an unanswered question, which would have to wait.

"Okay Lizzie, that's fifty five pounds."

"Oh, sorry, I want to leave a tip but I left my cash in my room.”

Tammy shrugged and used her own cash for the gratuity. Lizzie was now busy thanking everyone but Tammy had to usher her out of the door.

"What's the hurry?"

"Doctor."

They arrived at the surgery just in time and Tammy suggested she went in with Lizzie.

"I thought the appointment was for you Tammy?"

"No, Dr Adi, sorry, my assistant didn’t know her name when it was booked and my guest is a little insecure - she's really new at being she, if you get my drift?"

"Another one?"

"Not of my doing."

"Name?"

"Elizabeth Mary Harrison, but you won't find me ...."

"And why not young lady, there you are ... I see there's a request for a full screening?"

"Oh."

"I can't do that today as I'll need you on an empty stomach, you can see the nurse at nine on Monday. Right now I'll just take some bloods, do your weight, height and, Tammy?"

"Yes?"

"Out!"

"Yes, Doctor." Tammy drawled.

She sat in the waiting area for a further ten minutes until Lizzie returned, she had clearly been crying. Another patient was being called by Dr Adi before Tammy could demand answers.

"Let's get back to the car."

Tammy decided it would be best to abandon the swimming plan. She sent Maisie a text then turned to her passenger, passing a tissue to dab her eyes.

"Please be honest with me, Lizzie, was the Doctor difficult?"

"No, not at all. She was kind, she understood and believed me. She says she's dealt with girls like me before?"

"That's my understanding."

"Including you?"

Tammy wasn't expecting that. "Why would you say that?"

"It was something the Doctor said, how you'd brought many to her door but you were the only other one whose records had been changed."

"Changed?"

"Yes, mine now say I'm female. I think she meant the same about you?"

"Okay, Lizzie, yes."

"You're like me?"

"I'm complete now, I had my surgery two years ago."

"Did that Captain know?"

"Yes."

"And your partner?"

"Yes, but I don't advertise the fact that I'm a transwoman. As far as most of the folk around here and in the military know; I was born female and that's what my records say."

"That explains loads, thank you."

"Lizzie, I need you to promise that you won't start spreading this information now that I've confirmed it?"

"I won't, and I guess you won't tell anyone about me?"

"Not unless it's absolutely essential. Right now, only a chromosome test would confirm my history?"

"Not a medical exam?"

"The gynaecologist who saw me after my surgery said I was good to go if I wanted to become pregnant."

"Now I know you're kidding me!"

"It's true, completely true, Lizzie. Shall we get back home?"

"I thought we were swimming?"

"And I thought you didn't want to?"

"Joanne seemed to know we'd be swimming so talked me into some extra tidying; she cares."

"Well okay, but the schools are out for the day so it could be busy?"

"If not now, when, Tammy?"

"So very true. I just need to send Maisie another text.”

-o-

The three girls gathered in the basement lounge and Tammy tried to ignore Lizzie who went to inspect the mural.

"This meeting is top secret."

"Who painted this nude?"

"Come back to the table!"

"Yes, but? Was it you?"

"No, it was Kate and it was a self portrait. Now, please let us find out what our orders are. As it stands we're already a day overdue."

In practice Tammy's insistence on a formal protocol for the meeting was a tad melodramatic and most definitely overkill. They were told to join a flight at Heathrow the following Thursday to Miami with no indication of onward flights.

"I thought we were going to an island?"

"Maisie and I are, Lizzie, but no-one has decided where you're going, or even whether you're going?"

"But, how do you get from Miami? Where is the island?"

"That's a need-to-know, for both questions."

A voice sounded from a corner. "You sure do ask a lot of questions there, Flight Lieutenant Harrison."

"Who?"

Maisie enabled the screen and Krystel's face appeared.

"The voice of doom." Tammy quipped.

"Tammy, do you have some operational security training available from your side?"

"Sure, I think so. Are you familiar with AA House?"

"Yes."

"I'm arranging a placement there for someone who was a kidnap victim, for potential PTSD."

"Right. And you'll see if someone can deliver suitable training while you're there?"

"That would seem to be appropriate, saves on a hotel bill if we all stay there plus I can use the range."

"You up for re-qualification?"

"I think so."

"I'd do it anyway, if they let you. I suggest all three of you get cleared for small arms."

"We're flying commercial."

"I know, leave yours behind in a secure location. Just don't forget your other equipment. Remember operational security is important, even now."

Tammy caught the double meaning in Krystel’s words, and resolved to remember to pack her battle-suit.

"Okay, understood Kerri, I'll pack heavy. Anything else?"

“Flight Lieutenant Harrison?”

“Err, yes, Kerri?”

“I understand you have had communications training?”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to talk about that?”

“That’s fine, we will have a toy for you to test if I see you next week.”

“Oh, thanks, I think. Tammy?”

“That sounds interesting, are we done now?”

"Yes, Tammy. Keep in touch, little cousin."

"Sure, big cousin."

The connection seemed to be cut when the screen went dark.

"Was she listening, Tammy, all the time?"

"Yes, and possibly still is."

"So is she really your cousin?"

Maisie shrugged, having heard it before.

Tammy sighed. "Best friend, worst enemy and, sometimes, my saving grace. Maisie, we need to pack our large and medium suitcases, plus my vanity case. Lizzie, you should do the same. That gives us enough civilian clothes along with our uniforms."

“So what’s this toy she mentioned?”

“I have no idea, Lizzie, and any mention of it really should be on a need-to-know basis. Right now it would seem that I don’t need to know.”

“Operational security again?”

“All the time, all the time.”

 
Saturday 10th March
 

Maisie had taken Lizzie out for a full fitness assessment so Tammy was left in the office, seemingly alone. Finally she returned to her emails and finally opened the one from Jeremiah Smith sent two days earlier.

I have an initial response from the university to confirm your suspension. One request is whether you recorded the meeting with your tutor? If so could I have that as a matter of urgency?

Tammy hadn’t recorded the conversation – in a private environment she and Ben could have strayed into confidential matters. She replied to her solicitor with a simple ‘no’.

Her secure phone rang shortly after ten.

"Request approved, report to Abigail Adams House on Tuesday."

"Thank you Sir, is that just for Carol Cooper?"

"No, I've had a separate request for yourself, and your menagerie."

"Understood, Sir."

"I'm glad you do, Miss Smart, as someone seems to know your requirements?"

"I rarely know what my requirements are, Sir, but I'm glad someone is looking out for me."

"Just remember, if you mess with fire, you can expect to get burned. I have no idea where some of these instructions are coming from but it seems that you are playing with some very influential intel officers."

"Only the best, Sir."

"Fine, you're expected for lunch on Tuesday."

"So they know there will be four of us plus luggage and kit, we’ll need to be collected?"

"Are you certain you want Mrs Cooper to see any military equipment?"

"I pointed an Apache in her direction and took out her captors with prejudice."

Tammy immediately regretted her words.

"That was you? The pilot wasn't named in the report?"

"At that point I was in command of the aircraft, although the pilot was able to override any and all of my actions."

"So the hostage was unharmed?"

"Correct."

"And some terrorists died at the scene?"

"Correct, one."

"Then the records need not be amended, Miss Smart."

"Thank you, Sir."

The call ended and now the logistics started - four of them had to get South on Tuesday morning. One option was Monday's sleeper, but did they have time?

She phoned her father.

"Is Petra flying mum today?"

"Correct, with Jim as co-pilot. Did you need her?"

"Four of us need to get to London on Tuesday morning and we'll be carrying certain equipment that rules out a commercial flight."

"So you want to use the Epic?"

"Yes, but one option is to just get us as far as a good rail connection? We'll be away weeks so someone will have to fly it back."

"And Petra's qualified for your plane now."

"Right."

"Where do you need to go?"

"Hertfordshire in the first instance."

"So why not fly into Stansted or North Weald? If you fly down, for the hours, then she can fly back the same day? That avoids dragging luggage across stations?"

"North Weald sounds good, Suzie can get a vehicle for us?"

"I'll give Jim a call when they land, he'll be bored whilst your mother shops. I don’t think the Epic is booked for anything that day."

"Okay, thanks."

She sent Joey a text asking that her mum go to Wick Airport for eight on Tuesday morning.

The rest of the weekend seemed to pass quickly and Maisie was keeping Lizzie occupied between mealtimes so Tammy could catch up with work., namely the other two hundred emails that had, so far, been ignored. It hadn’t helped that Lizzie’s demands didn’t stop.

"Do I have enough underwear? Can we go shopping or can I go back to my parents place to pick things up?"

"Lizzie, you only have Monday to finalise your wardrobe and any other essentials before we go, effectively, into isolation. Oh, and remember, no breakfast until you're back from seeing the nurse in the morning."

"Where will you be?"

"In my office or in the salon. Please don't go into the hotel or hang around any of the coffee bars."

"You don't trust me?"

"I know the folk around here, they'll see a stranger and they'll talk. Enough of them have seen you with me or Maisie over the past three days so they'll ask about me then they'll dive into your history. I think you know that's potentially damaging for both of us."

"Oh, er, yes."

 
Monday 12th March
 

As the new week started all three of the girls had appointments in different places. Tammy dropped a hungry Lizzie off at the surgery before parking behind her office. Joey had obviously seen her parking so had a coffee ready.

"Mum's catching the train this afternoon, she'll stay in Wick tonight."

"Okay, thanks."

"How long should she pack for?"

"Ten days, include two swimsuits. There's laundry on site as well as a pool and gym room."

"Okay, sounds like a hotel spa?"

"In some respects it is, just very select and you won’t find it online."

"Mum's booked two rooms at the Royal for tonight so I'll go over and stay with her."

"Understood. I won't have any input into her stay down there, by the way."

"You won't be there?"

"That wasn't the plan at all, but now I'll be there for a day or so. The only time I might see her is at dinner."

"Is the place safe?"

"It has its own security team. She'll be very safe and no-one will know where she is."

"Good, she's thinking of moving home, finding somewhere for me and her perhaps?"

Tammy wondered if the comment mean that Joey could be moving out of Thurso, where would Tammy find another office manager who didn't ask the wrong questions?

She made it to the salon ten minutes early, partly to avoid Lizzie. Joanne wasn't occupied so Tammy slipped straight in.

"How much, Tammy?"

"Everything. Let's just say that I'm expecting to be in a bikini every day for the next few weeks?"

"Then if you were still in the Highlands tomorrow you'd probably catch hypothermia!"

"True. Anyway, I need to be beach ready."

"The Med?"

"One of the islands."

"Ooooh, nice, Canaries?"

"Somewhere like that, yes."

"Let me guess, it's a business conference?"

Tammy laughed. "You're not far off."

She was in Sandy's chair when Lizzie arrived, laden with bags and luggage. Lizzie simply took a seat and waited, strangely quiet.

"I think the girl is waiting for transport, Tammy?"

"Probably."

“How much longer is she in town?”

“Just tonight.”

Sandy, thankfully, stopped asking questions long enough to finish Tammy’s hair. Another girl had seen to her nails, all twenty of them, so Tammy was now fully beach-ready, just missing the all-over tan.

The pair made it out of the salon and paid a visit to Sarah. At that time on a Monday the store was peacefully quiet.

“Are you here to buy, this time, Tammy?”

“Hopefully, Sarah, I’m after a shawl and I think Lizzie is looking for a tea dress in case she has to go to a function?”

“There’s a rack of new dresses in the storeroom, I was going to put them out later in the week. What size are you?”

“Err, a sixteen.”

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

"Tammy, I don't have enough of anything?"

"Don't worry for now."

“That’s easy for you to say? Does the island have shops?”

Tammy would have loved to have stayed and chatted to Sarah but Lizzie was becoming a liability when she started to ask questions, forgetting where she was. If you spend your entire life on a military base or at home hidden behind a door, then a few inappropriate words wouldn't be a issue; however In Thurso town centre it became a huge problem.

Tammy settled the bill, having selected a Highland wool shawl. None of the frocks seemed to suit Lizzie so she left empty handed and Tammy’s card didn’t get a second hit at Lizzie’s expense. Lizzie had already collected a prescription from Dr Adi so that needed to be filled, Tammy guessed that given Lizzie’s official gender status a contraceptive wouldn’t look amiss on a prescription and certainly wouldn’t require the agreement of multiple shrinks.

Meanwhile Tammy had developed a caffeine deficiency but decided to take Lizzie home, via the pharmacy, then deal with her beverage issue.

Lizzie, at least, knew how to make instant coffee - it wasn't rocket science - and this allowed Tammy to go upstairs and take her small arms out of the lockbox for cleaning and maintenance. Lizzie arrived with drinks as Tammy laid the weapons on a cloth.

"You have guns, but you're not on base?"

"I have special permission. Please don't ask me to justify how I work, it's not open for debate. Bear in mind, Lizzie, I'm probably the only reason you didn't get discharged from the RAF - after a difficult court martial of course."

"My CO had already threatened to suspend me pending dismissal so I don't even know what my status is right now."

"That’s not my concern right now - you wouldn't be here unless certain conditions had been met. The first of these was that you're a special case and I'm uniquely suited to handle you, I don't know if that's a good way of handling it but it's the hand we've been dealt. Please, please accept that things happen for a reason, especially here, and that you don't need to understand how myself and Maisie operate."

"Okay. It just feels weird to me."

"Yes, Lizzie, it probably does."

"Will I be able to get my hair done where we’re going? Get a top-up wax?"

"Spoken like a true woman, we'll make the request when we reach AA House."

-o-

Maisie returned from Inverness mid-afternoon carrying a package, she left it with Tammy then went out for a run.

"Okay Lizzie, let's see what's been done?"

"Done?"

Tammy tipped the contents out onto the desk. "Passport, military ID, a new National Insurance number, a new NHS number, and a debit card. All in your new name."

"How?"

"Just accept it, then sign."

"The photo, when was it done?"

The passport and ID both bore the same photo and clearly showed that Lizzie's hair had already been done, so that factor restricted when it could have been taken. Tammy guessed that Krystel had used the house cameras to capture the image and send it to whoever needed it.

"Friday, don’t you remember? I sent it to the Security Service and they handled the rest."

"Oh, Friday was a bit of a blur."

"Right, now sign the documents that need your signature, plus the receipt."

"So I'm officially Elizabeth Mary Harrison as far as the government is concerned?"

"So far as the rest of the world is concerned, yes."

"What about, umm?" She pointed to her groin.

"In good time, you haven't had an initial intimate conversation with a shrink yet."

"Yet?"

"It'll happen. Right, what about dinner?"

"Dinner? I was thinking about us going out?"

"Well, we won't be here for the next three to four weeks and there's fresh food in the fridge to be used up otherwise it has to be frozen or wasted."

 
Tuesday 13th March 2018
 

They flew South with a full load: Tammy piloted, with Petra up front with her, whilst Maisie, Lizzie and Carol were aft along with their luggage. Lizzie had been warned to keep her mouth shut as Carol Cooper wasn't cleared for anything. It didn’t help that Carol wanted to know about their destination but Lizzie had never been there and Maisie had managed just one visit the previous October which was mostly for induction training.

At North Weald they were already climbing into a minibus when Tammy spotted her plane heading for the fuel stand. Their driver was Suzie but Tammy avoided any familiarity in order to keep Carol away from unnecessary matters. That policy continued until after they were in Abigail Adams House and everyone went their own way.

Tammy was a little confused when Suzie had stayed with them after parking the minibus in the subterranean garage.

"John Smith has asked me to be the case officer, reporting to him."

"I wonder if there's a potential conflict of interest, Suzie?"

"In this case no, and it avoids bringing anyone else into your insane little world. I'm still a Small so Carol won't make the connection."

"Plus you have a London accent now?"

"I always did! In any case, John's satisfied it'll be the least worst option. My Head of Unit's not convinced, but it's out of her hands - not that she even knows you were involved!"

"Officially I wasn't."

"Unofficially, you were and that's how it'll stay."

Sandwiches were made available although they had missed lunch. But within half an hour they were needed for their first sessions.

Lizzie was in with Dr Hannah Young whilst another counsellor had taken Carol Cooper down the garden.

"You're needed in the range, Miss Smart, you too Miss Staines."

Tammy thanked the housekeeper and swiped her way into the range.

"Good afternoon Miss Smart, I've been expecting you. What weapons do you have with you?"

"The Glock 19 and a 26."

"Okay, you can re-qualify with both."

"Excellent. What's Maisie doing here?"

"I have a request to qualify the Sgt with the 19. There's room for you both to go, Miss Smart you can have twenty rounds to warm up and then qualifying starts. Miss Staines, you can have longer as I understand you're not experienced with small arms?"

"I'm not."

"Well, as soon as Miss Smart is out of the way you can have this range to yourself."

"Understood."

-o-

They reconvened at dinner, although Carol was missing.

"They're bringing a beautician here tomorrow for me, and someone is going to my parents house to select some of my clothes, but I realise now that much of it is inappropriate."

"That sounds positive, Lizzie."

"What have you been up to?"

"Administration and reports, nothing exciting."

Her pass slips were now up in the room she was sharing with Maisie. Tammy hoped that the questioning would stop and was mildly surprised when it did, although the presence of strangers at the table had helped.

 
Wednesday 14th March
 

Wednesday started with a swim, which included Carol.

"It's a lovely house, Tammy, and everyone's so kind."

"I'm glad you are comfortable."

"It's silly but I had been jumpy, like when someone slammed a car door or the postman came past. What’s different is that I know no-one can get in here and I don't have to look over my shoulder."

"What are your plans today?"

"Apparently a hair dresser is seeing me this afternoon and I have another session with the counsellor before that. I haven't been to get my hair done since before the, you know, incident."

Tammy nodded. "Best not talk about that here."

"That's what the counsellor said, so did that lovely girl Suzie, she's arranging everything."

Tammy thought it would do to encourage her and hopefully her sister at the same time. "I understand you're in great hands with her. I've heard good things about Suzie."

Tammy hadn't seen her step-sister since a coffee break the previous afternoon so guessed she wasn't staying at the house overnight, very logical given the Epping house was under an hour away.

Maisie was back on the range and Tammy found herself with John Smith.

"I think you are barely an employee of the Security Service, Miss Smart?"

"It's only a secondment to Broadsword, Sir."

"And yet you are working directly with Americans?"

"I believe that has already been made clear and no further discussion is warranted."

"It's a rogue intelligence agency with heavy weaponry!"

"That sounds like a biased opinion."

"Under normal circumstances your security clearance would be in question."

"But I'm not normal."

"It seems someone in Westminster likes you and we're under instructions to give you whatever support you need. I'm not comfortable with that, Miss Smart, as there's no oversight."

"I have oversight, Sir, plenty of it, and I get brought to task if needed."

"You took out criminals with prejudice and haven't asked for counselling?"

"Circumstances dictated that was the most expedient method after due consideration. Therefore, no counselling is warranted."

"There's a lady receiving counselling for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder because of your actions."

"Excuse me Sir, she had been kidnapped at gunpoint and put, blindfolded, in a van before I arrived on the scene. I am not responsible for that. The van was stopped and she was handed over to Police Scotland for safe keeping. That was the end of my involvement with Mrs Cooper until this morning."

"That's what the report said."

"Good, because it's the truth."

"What are you doing when you leave here?"

"With respect, Sir, that’s a military matter and therefore; Need-to-know."

"I see. I trust that you'll maintain suitable decorum whilst you're in this house?"

"Of course."

“Good, now I believe you, Miss Staines and Miss Harrison have an appointment with the doctor.”

That was for another round of bloods plus the usual numbers being taken for each of them.

All four ladies were at the dinner table that evening, Maisie now had two pass slips and Lizzie had separately been on the range but no weapons would be going with them. Carol was looking stunning and was enjoying the attention, Lizzie equally was looking better and her hair had been lightened. Maisie had taken advantage of the beautician and now had a low maintenance cut.

 
 
Thursday 15th March
 

Thursday morning sent all four, plus Suzie as driver, to Brent Cross. Their brief was to dress for business in similar but different styles. This was new for Lizzie and Tammy wondered about the inclusion of Carol, but it seemed even Suzie was getting in on the act.

"There's a budget, I was told I might be asked to be a case officer again and I should have more of appropriate attire in my wardrobe."

"That budget might spread a little wider as I have shareholder discount in one of the department stores." Tammy said with a wink.

"I should have known!"

The five of them built a set of separates based on a single colour scheme so none of them clashed. Tammy also steered Maisie and Lizzie to some lighter weight apparel to include in their luggage.

They had lunch in the Fenwicks restaurant before Suzie drove them back. Maisie, Lizzie and Tammy were then needed in the library for a video-conferenced briefing.

"Ladies, you are on an early flight tomorrow, Miami at lunchtime on BA. As you may already know, you should not take weapons or military equipment, other than uniforms, with you. You travel as civilians." Jeremy Wells informed them.

"Yes Sir." All three answered.

"Sgt Staines, what of your gym outfit?"

"I have an issued outfit plus my business gear."

"A civilian fitness business?"

"Yes, Sir. MS Fitness."

"Very good, you will be needing it."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Flight Lieutenant, for the duration of this deployment you are to assume the civilian rank of a government communications contractor. Please give your military ID to Lt Smart. A reminder that you will not have diplomatic cover and won't be accredited military with the US Military Command for the time being."

"Understood, Sir."

Tammy wasn't convinced Lizzie did understand but at least the girl hadn't questioned the senior officer.

"Finally, for operational reasons, you won't be given detailed orders until arrival, and that'll be as and when needed. Please don't annoy the American Immigration and Customs, we'd like you all to have an incident free flight. Lt Smart, do you have satellite facility with your cellphone?"

"Yes, Sir. With encryption."

"Very good. I wasn't aware of that and it was only speculated of the satellite capability. You will be in charge of your group until the command team arrives. That will be all."

All three saluted. "Sir!"

The next hour was spent repacking luggage and hanging their new outfits ready for an early start. Suzie came to Tammy's room with their tickets

"Business Class?"

"And an eight o'clock flight!"

"Damn, Suzie, that means checking in by six in the morning."

"I'm staying here tonight so I can drive you there, be ready at four thirty."

"Great, who tells the other two?"

"You do. Tell me, is Lizzie another one of your conversions?"

"No, but she was almost a blank canvas. I've had five days to sort her out."

"Under orders?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you are the local expert?"

"Thanks, sis."

"No, thank you."

"For what?"

"The nice things you said to Carol."

"I told the truth, although I kept away from admitting I knew those truths first hand."

Suzie smiled as they left for the dining room.

Dinner was subdued but Tammy suggested the three partook of the wine on offer to help them sleep - alarms had been set for three in the morning and one of the party might need help with presentation whilst still half asleep.

{Continues}

	Tammy Spycraft is a full reworking of Moving On and is now available on Kindle. Tammy's increasingly unhappy with the Security Service and Suzie's just plain bored. Tammy needs a change of direction and Suzie needs to get back to a proper job.
	Don wants to pursue a career in Voice Acting and has been training himself. He's even developed some feminine character voices. What not even his closest friends or Dad know is: the latest feminine voice is destined for higher purpose. Opportunity and one strange chance change his life forever. Not all things in the night go 'bump'. Sometimes you find a voice of light, when you change your dial!

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 4 Island Life Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!

 
Friday 16 March 2018
 

It had only been six months since Tammy’s last flight into Miami International and she could easily remember the way from the plane to the arrivals area but needn’t have bothered as the jumbo’s herd of passengers was heading that way regardless.

Despite this she couldn’t resist a “follow me” to her small entourage, encouraging Maisie and Lizzie to keep close on the way to the baggage reclaim carousels. They collected their luggage without any issues and proceeded to the Passport Control. Tammy was first in line, figuring she’d deal with any problems herself.

"Passport please."

Tammy handed it over along with her other documents. "Certainly."

The immigration agent checked her passport, finding her B1/B2 visa. "Business or pleasure?"

"Both, I have some meetings and I intend to have downtime as well."

"Duration of stay?"

"Nineteen days but heading to Freeport during my stay with my two colleagues."

The agent typed as she answered then consulted her paperwork and typed more.

"Do you have anything to declare?"

"No, sir."

He stamped her passport and handed it back. "Enjoy your time in the United States Miss Smart."

"Thank you." Tammy replied and went past.

Lizzie was waved forward and was processed followed by Maisie. They met up some distance away.

"What now?" Maisie asked.

Tammy looked around then nodded. "This way."

Leaning next to an empty kiosk was a familiar figure. When they approached Tammy shook her head with a broad smile.

"You are definitely not that, Carl." Tammy giggled.

Carl smirked. "I'm not?"

Tammy pointed to sign he was holding. In big letters the word SMART was written, but he was holding it upside-down. He looked down at it.

"Looks fine to me." Carl grinned then turned. "C'mon girls, your express ride's waiting."

Minutes later they exited the private terminal side and a Lear sat waiting on the tarmac. The luggage was loaded then all four climbed inside.

"I got the girls, Piper. Spin 'em up!" Carl called forward while closing up the door.

The engines spun one by one and soon they were on a taxiway ready for take off.

"Ladies and goofball, this is your pilot Pete aka Piper speaking. We are currently outbound of U.S. Territorial airspace headed for the magnificent Bermuda Triangle and points stranger. Feel free to move about the cabin at your own risk, I might get the sudden urge to invert the aircraft because it's cool do to it. Welcome aboard Miracle Travelways; the service that reminds you to thank God, or your favorite deity, should we get where we're going safely. Enjoy your flight!" Pete announced.

Carl howled in response and turned on music; American Classic rock, kicking off with Grand Funk Railroad.

Tammy groaned at the reference. “Damn you Carl!”

Lizzie looked over at Tammy and Maisie. "Are they serious?"

"I'd fasten my seatbelt, tight, as if your lives depended on it!" Tammy smirked and picked up a magazine.

Two snaps of buckles immediately followed, just before the wheels lifted, sharply, off the runway. The music soon segued into Green River and Tammy relaxed, noting that Lizzie had fallen asleep not long after they were airborne.

It was barely half an hour later when the plane lost altitude fast.

"Everybody hang on to somethin', we're on final." Pete announced.

Lizzie woke in a start and gripped her armrest after checking her seatbelt. "Oh god, he’s insane!"

Tammy did her best to not laugh as the plane levelled off and set down on the runway with barely a bump.

"I’m sure he did that just to wind us up?" Maisie groaned.

The plane stopped then turned around to taxi back to the hangars and, finally, stop.

"Wow! We made it and didn't explode this time!" Carl called out and gave Tammy a thumb's up.

Tammy released her seatbelt. "He didn’t even take the plane for a swim. Good job!"

"I heard that!" Pete called back.

Carl laughed and opened the door. "Okay Ladies. Bail out."

Carl stood at the bottom of the steps and offered his hand as they stepped down.

"Head on in. I'll bring your gear." Carl said.

Tammy nodded. "Thanks Carl. THANKS FOR THE RIDE, PETE."

"YOU'RE WELCOME."

Tammy turned toward the middle hangar. "This way."

Maisie and Lizzie followed but were looking all around in wonder. Inside the hangar Tammy smiled as Kimberly approached.

"Afternoon, Ladies." Kimberly greeted them.

Tammy and Maisie replied quickly. "Good afternoon Ma'am." Lizzie caught on a split second later and added her own greeting.

Kimberly consulted the clipboard in her hand and looked to Maisie. "Maisie Staines."

"Ma'am." Maisie answered.

Kimberly then looked over to Lizzie. "Elizabeth Harrison."

Lizzie nodded back. "Yes Ma'am."

"The two of you will catch a hop in the morning into Freeport for a stay with Elegant Executive. Staines, you'll be spending the following four days in one-on-one training with Bella Falconi. Harrison; you'll be in classes with Connie, Theresa, Harper and Aaron. Connie is a Public Relations consultant, Theresa is Business relation consultant, Harper is a fashion consultant specializing in Europe and Aaron is a cosmetologist specializing in cosmetics. They'll teach you how to look, what to look for, how to act and how to keep yourself together. You'll both be staying at the Bell Channel Inn, but not sharing a room." Kimberly read off the page.

Tammy asked. "Will she get the manuals and DVDS?"

"Both she and Maisie get complete sets. They'll be sent to your office if that's okay. Everything's already paid for." Kimberly answered.

Maisie realized what they were talking about. "You mean all those books and discs about clothes, fitness and office things?"

Kimberly nodded. "Correct. Oh, you'll spend half a day with Chloe. She'll teach you more about the business side of personal training."

"Thank you Ma'am."

Kimberly led them outside. "Now listen. For your safety; Number One, south of the runway is a range. When there’s a red flag visible then the range is Live. Number Two; the residences on the island are private, do not enter without permission. And Three: that is not a pet."

All eyes looked to where Kimberly pointed and saw a black dog. "That's Warlock, he's a military K-9. If he growls at you, stop and back away. You're in an area not allowed. You can't command him, so don't even try. Follow me."

Kimberly led them to three trailers between the main hangar and the first. "Tammy and Maisie are in this trailer tonight. Elizabeth, you're in that one. They're stocked with food so you can look after yourselves tonight. You have the rest of the day to yourselves. Maisie and Elizabeth, report to the hangar with your luggage at zero-seven for your hop. Tammy, report at four-fifty-five for PT. That's it. Welcome to Ram's Rock."

"Ma'am. Who are you?" Lizzie asked.

"Kimberly Lando. I'm in charge of Logistics here. Any other questions?"

Maisie asked. "May I join Tammy in the morning?"

"You may, but you will not be in charge and will follow instruction just the same." Kimberly cautioned.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Kimberly nodded. "I suggest you rest and have chow in a couple of hours. That'll be all until morning."

-o-

Maisie stifled her yawn as she and Tammy walked over to the main hangar in the dark morning. Tammy smiled at the woman and bicycles waiting for them.

"Morning." Tammy greeted.

Krystel smiled back. "Morning my two masochists. Let's get the bikes ready and we'll get to it."

Tammy walked over to the one that looked like the one she had ridden previously and had the seat ready for her. Maisie stood next to the other bike and had the seat adjusted for her. The three mounted the bikes and Krystel looked back.

"The runway is a mile long. We'll start with eight miles on the bikes, six running then we hit the water." Krystel informed them.

Maisie asked. "How far in the water?"

"Only four." Krystel smiled.

Maisie remarked. "That doesn't sound bad."

Tammy wanted to groan. She knew immediately that Krystel had said four miles, but didn't say that it would be with the current. More than likely, they would be swimming against it.

Krystel pushed off and Tammy and Maisie followed. She took half of a mile at a moderate speed then called on them to speed up. Soon they were going as fast as Tammy and Maisie could push themselves. On the eighth mile they coasted to stop in front of the hangar to dismount then started running. Maisie decided she should show that she could push the pace and moved to pass Krystel. A moment later she was passed in turn and saw a gap widening. Quickly she understood the woman ahead of them could leave them behind without a problem. That's when it also dawned on her that Tammy was being evaluated on her fitness and Maisie by proxy. Any of the cheating and slacking that had been done was about to be discovered.

"Oh no." Maisie muttered after they had stopped for the sixth mile and saw Tammy and the woman removing their shoes.

Tammy pulled off her shoes. "Just figured out we have to run a quarter of a mile to the water?"

"This concrete will hurt our feet." Maisie nodded.

Tammy followed Krystel across the runway to the other side, calling back. "We'll run down the sand to get there!"

As fast as she could, Tammy followed Krystel to the cove then dove over the breakers to swim out. Around the point the current swept them along the shore. A mile and half they swam strong and fast with the current then followed the shore East. Turning North Tammy knew instantly she had been correct. The current was now against the swimmers for the remaining two and half miles. This would be new for Maisie. Using her knowledge from before Tammy kept her strokes and kicks steady, using her whole body. Maisie on the other hand, so accustomed to swimming in a pool, had to struggle against the ocean's ways. Tammy was quite a distance back when she saw Krystel turn to shore. Tammy body-surfed the breakers to the beach and sloshed out of the water. She chose to wait for Maisie so she would know where to come in.

"HERE! COME ON MAISIE, PUSH!" Tammy called out when Maisie was close.

As Maisie approached the beach, Tammy finally turned and ran toward the hangars. When she reached Krystel she huffed to catch her breath.

"I had to wait for her." Tammy explained.

Krystel nodded. "I know."

"I'll go ahead and admit to not keeping to the plans you gave me." Tammy confessed.

"I'm going to mess with her. I'll go after her weakness. Just play along, I'm just screwing with her." Krystel warned.

Tammy nodded. "Just remember I sleep with her."

Maisie finally arrived and caught her breath.

"Well that was a start. Moving on." Krystel announced. "Grab a couple of chutes and we'll get in a jump or two."

Tammy nodded. "Okay."

"Jumps? Chutes?" Maisie asked. "You don't mean parachutes and jumping out of a plane?"

Krystel nodded. "Of course. We can get in at least two before you go. Tammy has standards to adhere to. So far it seems she hasn't been. As you wanted to join this morning, get ready. Our first jump will be fifteen thousand feet."

Maisie looked to Tammy, which she replied. "I've jumped from that height before."

"I'd....rather not." Maisie shook her head.

Krystel tilted her head. "Why?"

"I'm afraid of heights." Maisie admitted.

"You both think the diet and fitness standards aren't important. That is wrong and now the tab is due. Tammy has to get to where she is supposed to be. You understand this; that the standards she agreed to aren't being met and measures must be taken to rectify?" Krystel asked pointedly.

"Yes Ma'am." Maisie answered.

Krystel asked. "Standards are going to apply, yes?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Maisie answered.

Krystel looked over to Tammy. "Yes?"

"Aye, Ma'am." Tammy answered, remembering that Krystel had been in the Navy.

"Shower and chow. Report at zero-seven with Ms Harrison. Dismissed." Krystel ordered then turned away.

Maisie blinked then turned to Tammy. "What just happened?"

"I was just reminded of what I am supposed to be doing and there is a price to pay if I do not." Tammy replied.

"What about the parachutes?" Maisie asked.

Tammy shook her head. "That was to get your attention. Come on, we need to get ready for the day."

-o-

Lizzie had disappeared with Krystel after breakfast and had been gone for half an hour before being spotted dashing to her cabin to collect her luggage. Finally she met up with Tammy and Maisie in front of the main hangar; she had just two bags, one drag-along and one over her shoulder. Tammy spotted a box, perhaps the size of an iPad, pressing against the side of Lizzie’s wheeled case.

“So that’s what you’ve been issued?”

“Sorry, Tammy, no! I was warned.”

The Bell helicopter sat in front, waiting for a pilot. Kimberly walked out with a man in black full flight gear with helmet and a little girl in a soccer uniform carrying a sport bag. The pilot began checking over the helicopter.

"Isn't he a bit over-dressed?" Lizzie asked.

"Your attention." Kimberly addressed them and when focused on her she instructed them. "BlackStar will drop you off at the airport in Freeport. Your passports will be stamped at the business terminal.

"Jennifer from Elegant Executive will meet and take you to Bell Channel; she'll get you checked in and itinerary lined out. All your expenses have been paid including meals in the hotel and so on. Outside the hotel, you're responsible for yourself."

"Will there be other people there, for this service?" Maisie asked.

Kimberly nodded. "Yes, there are. You will mingle with them during the meals. Maisie, you are described as a personal trainer in Scotland. Nothing more. In fact, when you go back home, you will be added to the database. don't be afraid to talk about your trainer business. Elizabeth, you have just recently joined a British LGBTQ+ awareness group called Young Open Professionals Alliance, YOPA. You report to Madelynn Carter, in London. Here's her card. You haven't been given cards yet and you don't have much information about the Alliance as it's all new. You're a glorified gopher."

Lizzie blinked. "A what?"

"It means you do whatever needs doing. You don't have an actual fixed job." Tammy explained.

Kimberly nodded. "Fetch coffee, answer phones, mail bundles of letters, take out trash. The like."

That much, Lizzie understood. "Yes Ma'am."

"You have your orders, carry them out." Kimberly said as the helicopter started up and waved to the girl inside who waved back.

Maisie gave Tammy a quick kiss then she and Lizzie boarded the Bell and soon took off, heading North-East.

Tammy turned and saluted "Captain."

Kimberly finally cracked a grin. "Welcome back, Tammy."

"Good to be back, Dame Kimberly." Tammy smiled back.

Kimberly rolled her eyes. "Wise-ass. Go get your gear and head to Krystel's. You have a range in twenty minutes."

Tammy nodded and went back to the trailer. She gathered up her luggage and took them to Krystel's cottage. A quick knock and she entered.

"There she is." Krystel smirked at her.

Tammy set her suitcases down. "Ha ha, Krystel. You really had Maisie going. She was convinced you were going to throw her out of a plane."

"You get cheat days, Tammy, NOT weeks. I can understand some easing up on PT due to weather, but you should be in better condition than you are. When you leave here, again you will be better than when you came. Understood?" Krystel asked.

Tammy nodded and gave a British salute. "Aye, aye, Ma'am! Hey, what went on with Lizzie?"

“She’s trialling some new comms kit, but I shouldn’t have to remind you of your own words?”

“Operational security?”

"Correct, you’ll be told when you need to know! Go get changed. It's time to knock the rust off your shooting skills." Krystel said with a big smile.

Tammy happily put on her battle-suit and boots then even painted her face in the pattern she learned from Tiffany. Krystel nodded in approval and led the way.

Improvement came slowly, mostly due to Tammy shedding her stress in the kill-house – an irony of the highest order. For no reason at all she found herself rubbing her shoulder, the site of a previous injury, as she returned to the daylight after a final successful exercise.

“Bra strap rubbin’?”

“No, I was caught by a live round on an exercise a couple of years back, just a flesh wound, but being in there reminded me and I got an itch.”

“However you didn’t rub it and lose focus whilst in there?”

“No.”

“Good girl, go shower!”

-o-

Monday morning, after PT, Tammy was towelling her hair when she heard a urgent beeping noise then Krystel's voice from an adjacent space.

"Go ahead."

Kim's voice was then heard. "You're needed."

"I just got out of the shower. Tammy's still getting ready." Krystel replied.

"I'll figure something out for her." Kimberly answered then added. "You've been authorized for immediate Digital Deployment. Report to the Bell."

Krystel knocked on Tammy's door. "Tammy, dress in shorts and a top then see Kim. I just got busy."

"Understood." Tammy called back and finished getting dressed.

After seeing to her breakfast, Tammy went to the main hangar and found Kimberly coming from the conference room. They met at the coffee station.

"Sorry Tammy, your schedule has to be adjusted." Kimberly stated.

Tammy carefully sipped the coffee and found it good. "The work goes on. Who made this?"

"I did." Kimberly grinned then sighed. "You're correct; the work does go on. Krystel will be occupied for at least the next thirty-six hours. Lyssa will train you today."

"Oh? Should I change?"

Kimberly shook her head. "No. This will be physical training of some kind, you're fine for that. Go ahead to her house."

Tammy left heading for Lyssa and Rodrick's house, finishing her coffee along the way. Inside she tossed the empty cup into a nearby trashcan then met Lyssa on the back patio. Lyssa was also wearing shorts and a tank shirt.

"Morning Lyssa." Tammy greeted.

Lyssa nodded. "Yes it is and yours will now begin."

Tammy noticed the sticks in Lyssa's hands. "With those?"

"Last year, Krystel taught you some Muay Thai and Jui Jitsu with a little KFM mixed in. Today I'll be teaching you Kali. Have you ever heard of it?

Tammy shook her head. "Sorry, no."

Lyssa explained. "Kali is a Filipino fighting style. It's also called Escrima and Arnis. Many famous fighters have learned it. Bruce and Brandon Lee, Jeff Speakman, Denzel Washington, Forest Whitaker, Aaron Eckhart, Matt Damon, Vin Diesel, Tom Cruise, Wesley Snipes, Jet Li and Stephen Amell to name the most well known."

"Wow. That is a lot of famous names." Tammy replied.

Lyssa smiled. "It's also a backwards art. Most martial arts teach you unarmed first then weapons. Kali is the opposite. You learn the weapon form first then unarmed. The reason for this is because the weapons-form is easier and occupies most of the unarmed-form. The weapon form can be used with any hand held weapon. Sticks can translate into blades. Follow me so far?"

"So if I learn this Kali, I can use it many ways? A multi-function fighting style?" Tammy guessed.

"Correct. Remember I told you to change your mentality? Not 'what is a weapon and what is not, but what can I use as a weapon and how?' Kali uses that mentality." Lyssa stated. "Let us begin."

Tammy took a pair of the sticks, that turned out to be a pair of hard plastic tubes. Slowly she learned the techniques, gradually increasing the speed. Thirty minutes of the exercises, a five minute water and correction break then back to the exercises. This went on for three hours then Lyssa pointed at a heavy bag.

"That's your enemy, go full out." Lyssa said.

Tammy approached the bag then attacked. She pummelled the bag for five minutes then began to slow down. Four minutes later she was out of breath and backed away.

"You'll feel that later." Lyssa smirked.

Tammy sighed. "Should I have paced myself?"

Lyssa shook her head. "No. You did exactly as you should've - you hit hard, hit fast and hit more until they're down and don't get back up. Take break. Stretch your arms and shoulders."

Tammy did so as Lyssa went over to a small soft fenced area and tossed toys the twins had been throwing out back in, to their laughter. After ten minutes Lyssa brought over two sets of pads and helped Tammy put on a set then donned her own. The plastic batons were switched for pairs that were covered with foam.

"Oh dear Lord, I'm going to regret this." Tammy laughed to herself.

Lyssa nodded. "You have no idea, yet. Begin."

Tammy did learn. It only took a couple minutes for her to discover that she could hit Lyssa only if she allowed Tammy to. In return the girl would be rewarded with several lightning fast counter-strikes. Finally Lyssa waved her off.

"I believe you've had enough." Lyssa said.

Tammy sat down panting. "Me too. I also believe this is where I thank you for the padding and soft batons."

"You're tired, rest a bit. Tomorrow you'll be sore, that's better than being bruised and swollen for a month and half. It's a small price for a valuable lesson; time for lunch." Lyssa remarked.

After lunch the lessons continued with a change.

"What you're going to learn now is called Worden style. This fits in with what you've learned from me so far. The theme of what can I use as a weapon and how. What is the hardest thing you can hit somebody with?" Lyssa asked.

Tammy thought then answered. "A steel tool."

Lyssa replied. "Those are hard, yes. But how about a building? Or a street? Bathroom sink. Toilet."

"I can't pick those things up and hit somebody with them!" Tammy laughed.

Lyssa smirked. "Who said you had to pick them up? There's a way to beat someone to hell and gone with things you see. The world around you can be your arsenal, Tammy. Time to learn how to use it."

"Oh no. I'm done for now." Tammy groaned as Lyssa smiled.

For the next hour she learned what Lyssa meant; by being thrown, rammed and catapulted into training bags and pads, on the ground and standing up to simulate walls. With that came the knowledge of not only how one fought, but also where could mean the difference between walking away or being carried. It seemed that restrooms were a very dangerous place.

"Thank you for the pads instead of the real things." Tammy said sitting down.

Lyssa chuckled. "There's the world around you and the world around you. They only look the same. Now you're learning that they aren't."

"Krystel said that before. I really get it now."

Lyssa sat down. "I hear you're having some problems. What's the biggest one right now?"

"I guess Uni. Right now I'm suspended. Rumours are flying around that I'm sleeping with my teacher. My criminology teacher is a former police officer and old friend. He's bound by the Official Secrets Act so he can't talk to anyone what he knows about me, but for some reason people are claiming that we're having an affair." Tammy explained.

Lyssa looked at her intently. "Talk is talk. Means nothing."

"Well it's gotten to the point that the vice-chancellor has suspended me." Tammy said looking at the grass.

Lyssa whistled, making Tammy's head snap up to look at her. "And what does he HAVE?"

"Nothing?" Tammy replied.

Lyssa stared at her. "What does anybody have?"

"Nothing?" Tammy answered.

"And you're fine with that? Suspended for nothing." Lyssa asked.

Tammy shook her head. "No. What do I do?"

"You fight. Call them out. Demand evidence and when they can't produce it, tear them to ribbons." Lyssa said coldly. "The world is not a nice place. Life is not fair. If you bow down, you will be stomped into the ground. Hold your head high, stare them in the eyes and challenge them. Don't flinch, don't back down. Crowd them. Get in their space. Make them back away. Deniability and damage control."

"Become, and remove all doubt." Tammy repeated a mantra from before.

"Rule number one: Admit nothing, deny everything and invent counter-accusations." Lyssa told her.

Tammy nodded. "Okay. What's rule two?"

"Rule number two: it is useless to apply the brakes when the vehicle is upside down." Lyssa grinned.

Tammy finally broke and laughed.

"Come on, you can help with dinner." Lyssa said then got up.

Tammy followed as Lyssa collected the twins before going inside.

-o-

Tammy had slept well, although she had been on her own for a second night. She felt refreshed and ready for action but declined to mention this to Lyssa in front of the hangars at five on Tuesday morning.

"Morning." Lyssa greeted, astride a racing bicycle.

Tammy nodded back as she mounted her bike. "Morning."

"Let's get to it." Lyssa said then pushed off.

Tammy followed without a word. When they began an extra lap of the runway, Tammy knew she was in for a hard morning, despite her overnight recovery. True enough, Lyssa added another mile of the run as well then increased the swim. Tammy crossed the line scuffed in the sand and panted to catch her breath.

"Was that another mile for the swim?" Tammy asked.

Lyssa shook her head. "Just a half."

"Oh, against the current." Tammy remembered.

Lyssa nodded back. "That's right."

They did cool-down exercises then began to head in.

"Shower and chow. Dress for classroom today and meet me in the main hangar." Lyssa instructed.

An hour later, Tammy entered the hangar, wearing a skirt and top set with high heel sandals. Carl seemed to be in charge of the twins, as he was watching them chase each other around a golf cart. Tammy helped herself from the coffee service and sipped. It seemed to be gritty this time.

"Bloody hell. Who did this?" Tammy asked aloud.

Carl looked over. "Me. Why?"

Tammy shook her head. "Since when is coffee supposed to be crunchy, Carl?"

"It's fine to me." Carl replied then yelled. "HEY; GET AWAY FROM THERE, MUTT!"

Tammy looked over and saw Warlock with a hind leg hiked, next to several pallets. The pallets looked to be made up of white bricks. Tammy looked intently then shook her head with a snort of laughter.

"What?" Carl asked.

Tammy chuckled. "Seeing all that, for a minute I thought it might be something bad."

"Oh. Nah, it's just four tons of flake." Carl replied and acted like he was lunging toward Alex, who giggled and ran back towards the golf-cart.

"Flake?" Tammy asked.

"Flake. You know; Peruvian marching powder, Bolivian boogie dust, Colombian party favors, White Horse, the devil's dandruff." Carl listed.

Tammy was even more confused now. "What?"

Carl rolled his eyes. "Coke. Cocaine."

Tammy had sipped her coffee and choked on it. "WHAT? Why is there cocaine there?"

"Gotta put it somewhere. Can't leave it outside. The seagulls will shit all over it. Warlock keeps trying to piss on it. HEY! GET AWAY FROM IT!" Carl yelled.

Tammy almost shouted. "CARL."

"What?"

"WHY the bloody hell is the cocaine here in the first place, Carl?" Tammy asked.

"OH!" Carl now understood what she meant. "Uh. Well, there was this dude."

"Dude?"

Carl nods. "Yeah. There's always a dude; back to the story. So this dude hires the Boss to fly a load for him. We get there and they just start bringing it out of trucks and putting it on the plane. Boss-dude's like, 'so you want me to fly all this flake into the States for you?' and he goes, 'of course' and starts laughing. Boss says 'I'm not diggin it, get it off my plane.' Dude pulls a pistol 'no choice, cabron.' It went downhill from there."

"What is 'cabron' and define: downhill." Tammy commented.

"Cabron is Spanish for asshole." Carl caught one of the twins, Alison and swung her over to drape over his shoulder. "Boss snatches the gun out of the guy's hand, shoots three of his hard-boys then him. Pete charges out with a rifle and goes to work. When it was all over, we got stuck with these pallets of shit, with no owner."

"Right. That's why you said 'there was a dude'." Tammy replied then asked. "And just what are you going to do with it?"

Carl thought for minute than gave a hopeful look. "Serious party?"

Tammy face-palmed.

"Just kidding. We're waiting for the paperwork from the DEA then they'll take to the States for them to use for busts." Carl laughed.

"WARLOCK, nein! Kommen!" Lyssa called out from the doors then looked to Tammy. "You too."

Tammy joined Lyssa as the tactical dog followed them both out. Lyssa led to a trailer between the main and third hangar and went in. Tammy noticed it was set up with tables, desks, computers and dry-erase boards, like an actual classroom. Warlock began sniffing around the room. He didn't like one of the tables full of items in canisters.

"Today's class; combat chemistry. You'll learn how to make things that will aid you in the field. Cutting, melting and destroying." Lyssa explained.

Tammy asked. "You mean IEDs?"

"That will be part of the lesson, yes." Lyssa stated then began to write on the white-board.

For the first hour, Tammy learned about acids. How to find them, make them and work with them. During the second hour Tammy learned about incendiaries. Tammy now understood why this was being called combat chemistry. Lyssa was using components one could commonly find in general, grocery and home improvement stores to make almost military-grade applications. Including smoke grenades of various colours. The third hour began with Warlock being sent out. This class would be about improvised munitions, which he would not ignore. By the end of the class, Tammy wondered why random explosions didn't happen hourly. She could make eight different types of explosives and turn them into either demolition charges or anti-personnel and anti-equipment weapons.

"I'll never walk through a Tesco or Aldi the same way again." Tammy commented.

Lyssa shrugged. "Rodrick complains that he can't take me anywhere. No idea why."

Tammy had to giggle at the comment. With that, they went to lunch.

That afternoon Tammy did finally get some jump-training. This time it included GPS guided descents to various points on the island. She felt lucky that only one involved getting hung up in a tree, until she checked her GPS. It had been intentional.

On the ground, Lyssa explained that sometimes it was needed as the ground was patrolled or simply unsafe to land on it. The most difficult landing was atop Lyssa's house. Tammy was slow to collapse her chute and was almost dragged over the edge.

That night saw the return of Krystel, who immediately went to bed after dinner, any questions Tammy may have had would wait, although she might never get an answer.

-o-

Tammy’s PT on Wednesday morning returned to the earlier arrangement with Krystal but now Tammy found the time to check Krystel’s technique as the pair relaxed into the workout. It finally dawned on Tammy who had trained Krystel and Tiffany plus how Lyssa hadn’t needed to prove anything to anyone.

She made a mental note, not certain if that realisation was worth anything.

"So." Krystel asked from across their breakfast table.

Tammy looked up. "What?"

"Something's got your panties in a bunch." Krystel commented.

Tammy drank some juice then replied. "We say 'knickers in a twist' back home."

"Heard that. So what's got yours that way?" Krystel asked.

Tammy sat back. "My university course is a concern, it’s in hand although Lyssa gave me advice about that. Meanwhile the Security Service aren't liking me working the way I am now."

"Do they know what you're into?" Krystel munched a muffin.

Tammy shook her head. "They simply know what can't be hidden. A 'rogue agency with heavy weaponry' was the phrase they used."

"Don't sweat it." Krystel replied. "Anything else?"

"Marcus still tends to be an arse."

"That's a permanent condition. He works for MacTaggart, you do too, after a fashion." Krystel stated. "You may never outrank him, so you might have to assert yourself another way."

Tammy leaned forward. "Assert?"

"Beat the ever-loving dog shit out of him." Krystel said flatly.

"Never get away with it." Tammy denied.

Krystel gave her an evil grin. "Sure you can. It's called 'training'."

"You lost me completely." Tammy sighed then snapped back up. "WAIT. Last time I did anything physical, I got stuck on a range collecting spent casings, at your recommendation."

Krystel wagged her finger. "Nuh-uh. Last time you won and got away with it. You ate one Kyle Fielding for brunch and got cheered on."

Tammy giggled. "I forgot about that."

"Get him in a training scenario and kick his ass." Krystel said. "He's trained in Boxing, Judo, Aikido and Krav Maga. You use Muay Thai to counter the boxing, jui jitsu to counter the Judo. Aikido is easy to counter, don't charge him. It's all about deflection, so make him come to you. Krav Maga is harder to counter. You'll have to combine arts, including the KFM techniques I taught you and the Kali/Worden Lyssa taught you. You can win, but it'll cost you."

"I'll get hurt, but I could come out on top?" Tammy asked.

Krystel nodded. "Pain won't bother him as much as you. He'll understand quick that it's what you want to do and respond. Make up your mind to accept it and go in with determination. If you give a little, then it's all for nothing and you lose."

Tammy looked at her bowl of fruit and sighed. "Would be better if there was another way."

"There isn't. Tammy." Krystel replied and when Tammy looked up she gave her a firm look. "You will never be equals, so get that out of your head, now. So since you will never be equals, you must be respected on a different level. You want that respect; you're going to have to take it by force. It's the only way it works, and that he does understand. As Yoda told Luke; Do, or do not. There is no try."

"Alright. So what am I doing today?" Tammy asked.

Krystel finished the muffin. "You're with Kim this morning and Lyssa this afternoon. I have some clean up work to finish."

"How bad was it?" Tammy asked.

"Some people just don't get it. Self-appointed do-gooders actually do more harm than they understand. If they would join a country's service and protect the freedoms they have instead of trying to undermine other countries, it wouldn't be such a problem. But they don't. They want to wear capes, a symbol on their chest and have books and movies made about them. For 'smart people' they are really quite stupid. Organized assholes are a pain the ass. Keep that in mind." Krystel explained, without disclosing one drop of an actual response.

With that, breakfast was over. Tammy spent the morning with Kimberly going over technical matters and protocols. After lunch Tammy found herself with Lyssa, rappelling down the sides of the hangars then from a helicopter flown by Pete. The last hour before dinner she was rappelling down in front of the killhouse and going through it using two pistols.

Tomorrow would see the return of Maisie, Elizabeth and the arrival of the advance party. From then on her Ram’s Rock training activities would have to be disguised.

It didn’t help that she’d had no communication from Sean MacTaggart, Jeremy Wells or anyone else. That meant that she knew nothing about the personnel of the advance party, so had to plan for the worse.

{Continues}

	Tammy Spycraft is a reworking of Moving On and is now available on Kindle. Tammy's increasingly unhappy with the Security Service and Suzie's just plain bored. Tammy needs a change of direction and Suzie needs to get back to a proper job.
	Larry a bullied sophomore in High School finds two new friends in his Home Ec. class. Together the boy and two girls design costumes in anime maid style and provide treats for a booth at the mall. The trio discover a real knack for treat-making and win over not only their school, but also the town in a sweet coming of age story.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 5 High Flyer Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

After Thursday morning's triathlon and breakfast Tammy was about to walk into the main hangar when a sound above caught her attention. She looked up and saw what looked like a small craft streaking low across the sky. As it approached, Tammy could see better. It looked like a small hang glider or drone, but was somewhat rigid and had a person attached underneath.

"What on earth is that?" Tammy asked aloud.

"Jet wing."

Tammy spun in surprise and saw Rodrick standing behind her.

"Never heard of it. Who is that?"

Rodrick grinned. "Wifey's having fun."

The wing dipped even lower as it circled back and streaked down the runway no more than twenty feet above it. Tammy almost squealed as the jet-wash blew up her mini skirt.

"That was naughty!" Tammy laughed.

Rodrick laughed. "Funny as hell though."

Tammy watched as Lyssa circled around again. "How fast is she going?"

"Over a hundred miles an hour. And before you ask, she can stay up between twenty and thirty minutes." Rodrick answered.

Tammy watched with a small smile. "Wow! Wait. Twenty to thirty minutes? How does she land?"

Rodrick grinned. "So you noticed no actual landing gear. To answer that; there's three ways. One; a parachute and you land like that. Two; come in on approach and flare hard. It's a bitch to get that right and hurts like hell if you don't. Third; ditch it in the water and release. Jetwing can be equipped with a float to keep it from sinking. It's made of carbonfiber, but the four engines are heavy since they're metal."

"So it's stealth?" Tammy asked.

Rodrick wagged his hand. "Yes and no. It's not invisible, but looks weird on radar."

"Your next question: Can it be used for infiltrations? Yes, it can." Kimberly said behind them.

Lyssa came in on approach again, but to the side of the runway and flared up, then slowly lowered as the engines went to full power. Five feet from touching down, the engines suddenly popped then cut off. Lyssa landed in a heap, falling forward. All three rushed over to help and as they lifted the wing, they could hear her laughing.

Standing up and releasing the harness, she continued to laugh.

Rodrick shook his head. "Dumbass."

Lyssa took off her helmet. "OOPS!"

"Are you hurt?" Tammy asked.

Lyssa shook her head, grinning. "No. I was over the sand just in case."

"Ran out of fuel again?" Kimberly asked.

Rodrick shook his head. "Nope. I see some still in the tank."

"The engines stalled for some reason." Lyssa answered.

"Eddie'll figure it out." Rodrick said.

Tammy looked to the wing then back to Lyssa. "Am I going to be trained for this?"

Rodrick and Lyssa both answered. "NO."

"Thank goodness for that!" Tammy replied.

"Tammy's girls are due back this afternoon when Lonestar picks up Mindy from school. The Advance party is due to arrive the same time." Kimberly informed them.

"Kim." Krystel called out on the radio.

Kimberly answered. "Go."

"Where's Tammy?"

"Right here."

Krystel called back. "Meet me in the main office. You gotta see this!"

"She's laughing. I'm suddenly worried." Tammy commented.

Kimberly, Tammy and Lyssa went inside and were climbing the stairs to the office when Krystel began heading up as well, giggling.

Inside the office, Krystel went to the computer and brought up Youtube.

"Oh god. What now?" Tammy groaned.

"This came up on a facial recognition alert." Krystel stated then played the video.

The video was of a man in a suit made of artificial plants standing beside a building. People walking past in the passageway would be frightened when he moved. Mostly he chose young women for the prank. Shrieks and screams were plentiful. Of the young men, the reactions were even funnier. All four of them found the humour and began to laugh at the reactions. Then it came. What had caught Krystel's attention.

"Good Grief." Tammy groaned recognizing her very own step-sister, Suzie.

Suzie and two other young women that Tammy didn't recognize approached the spot and the bushman simply leaned forward and said 'hello'. The two girls immediately shrieked in surprise, but it was Suzie that was remarkable. For two seconds she simply stood, frozen in confusion, then let out a high-pitched scream and clenched her knees together before hopping out of the way. Krystel stopped the video there. Tammy facepalmed and it didn't go unnoticed.

"She belong to you?" Lyssa asked.

Kimberly sighed. "Older step-sister."

Krystel shook her head. "Girl; you need to have a talk with her. She has ZERO survival skills."

"I believe she wet herself, Krystel." Tammy stated.

Lyssa shook it off. "Actually, it's not such a bad thing to find this. Sucks to be her, but this is a good lesson for you."

"How?" Tammy asked.

"Situational Awareness. Being aware of that which is around you. How do you not have that happen to you?" Lyssa asked.

Tammy thought, but nothing was coming to her." I, I have no idea."

"You see the world around you, Tammy. Find that which is not supposed to be. A person with a camera taking video is something to pay attention to. What are they recording, why and how do you not be in it?" Lyssa listed.

Krystel nodded. "No matter where you go, assume you are monitored. Do what you can to be less visible."

"Keep in mind, nobody is perfect and even the best trained personnel can slip up." Lyssa said pointedly. "Even me."

That statement stunned Tammy.

"London: Ballet dancers were being kidnapped by a psycho. It all went south when he grabbed me. However, he did get me. Never forget that." Lyssa warned.

Tammy thought hard about that then asked. "If even you couldn't stop from being taken, what do you do?"

"Prepare for it." Lyssa replied.

Kimberly nodded. "We gave you items to help you in the event of abduction. The hair barrettes, the small survival kits and hand to hand training."

"The combat chemistry, tactics to deceive and the mentality to look at situations and find unusual means to turn them to your advantage." Lyssa added.

Tammy remembered about distractions. "Bottle cap, chewing gum, dental floss; dead baddie. Teaspoon, window, dead terrorists."

"Now you get it." Krystel nodded. "Your enemy will attack on two occasions; when they are ready, when you are not. Reduce your times of not ready."

Kim turned to go back. "And try to stay off youtube."

Krystel waved Tammy to follow Kimberly, taking Tammy down to the conference room to begin a briefing.

Tammy now learned the who's who of high level criminal and terrorist organizations in the western hemisphere that had interests in the UK. Then came same from Eastern Europe and the Middle East with interest in the UK. or passing through it en route to the West. Narcotics, Arms, Human and contraband traffickers were the dominant threats. Political and religious motivated terrorist organizations were then expanded upon. Ideologies, notable figures, confirmed locations, suspected movements and possible actions in the future were given.

Her limited training packages with the Security Service had concentrated on specific individuals, albeit usually after it would have been best for Tammy to learn about those individuals. This was different.

"You should teach a course." Tammy commented.

Kimberly turned from the board. "What do you think this is?"

"I meant at a University." Tammy explained.

Kimberly shook her head. "Not a chance. My methods for dealing with a disruptive class brings lawsuits."

"Was there anyone that did not get that? Yes? Bang! Anyone else? Good, moving on." Tammy laughed.

Kimberly gave a sly grin." Pretty much. Anything else?"

"Actually, yes." Tammy replied. "The gold I sent, what of it?"

Kimberly nodded. "The bar weighed in at just under a kilo. We had to add to it before exchanging for Rounds. Since you're in the U.K. we got Rounds from Australia."

Tammy knew from her banking experience Rounds were basically coins made from precious metals; silver, gold or platinum. Rounds were easier to conceal, store and trade. The part Tammy didn't understand was why the choice of Australian rounds.

"Australian is fine, I suppose, I’m wondering why?" Tammy asked.

Kimberly explained. "Simple reason actually. We got a better deal for those than Swiss Rounds. We avoid using U.S. minted Rounds as much as possible. If we need to use bars, we usually get a good deal on them out of Dubai. Since Switzerland is an all-around neutral country, everybody wants their gold. Nothing new to you. The catch is, they charge more for it, you probably knew that too. Australia is fairly friendly with a lot of countries too, so their gold is desirable. From time to time you can get a better deal on Australian gold. This was one of those times."

"Right. So how am I receiving them?"

Kimberly laughed. "Same way you sent us the bar. We're sending you a replacement part. It'll come to your office. Take out the Rounds and give the part to your guy, Jim. Simple works."

Tammy laughed. "I guess it does."

"Then we're done; go to chow." Kimberly said and waved her out.

Tammy went to Krystel's and met her for lunch. She then had to take all her luggage back to the trailer. An hour later she was called to the hangar and met Lyssa in the conference room.

"Okay. Now we get down to the 'business'." Lyssa announced and set a box on the table, pulling a large envelope off the top.

Tammy looked confused a moment then understood. "Oh. The TT race thing."

Lyssa nodded then slid some printed sheets out of the envelope. "Correct. These papers are about you being a sponsor to our team; in our case it’s a mutual co-operation scheme so effectively there’s no money involved so that keeps the tax simple. It also tells you which businesses are selected, what logos used, placement of the logos, how many people you can have in the team area and which personnel."

Tammy read them over and either initialled or signed the highlighted areas. Tamara Smart Properties and KT Flight were the businesses sponsoring Butterfly Racing Innovations at the Isle of Man bike. races. A pair of page sized samples of the business posters were shown, including the logo, business name, contact information and so on. Tammy approved both.

Lyssa carefully slid everything back after extracting duplicates of the promotional sheets for Tammy then opened the box.

"You get goodies." Lyssa said then began handing the girl the items.

The items came out one by one; Tammy first saw polo shirts, slim-strapped tank shirts and logo hats in the team colours. Then came the really good stuff; two perfume bottles, a selection of hair care products and two make-up kits that had her and Maisie’s names embossed on them.

"Wow! This is great. Maisie and I really get these for free?" Tammy asked.

Lyssa nodded. "Sure. But keep this case at home, travel with the one we gave you."

"Oh. Right. This is just a regular make-up kit. The other is for me specifically and has, extras." Tammy remembered.

Lyssa nodded. "Exactly."

The alarm siren went off and an announcement went out. "Inbound helo, clear the flight line."

"There's your girls." Lyssa said. "Take all this with you. Toodles."

Tammy smiled then suddenly hugged Lyssa.

"That was out of the blue." Lyssa remarked.

Tammy smiled. "I might not get to really thank you later and didn't want to miss this chance. Thank you Lyssa."

"You're welcome. Now scoot. I have to go back to being a hostess and wife of a pirate." Lyssa winked and went out.

A moment later the sound of heels came from outside then Maisie and Lizzie entered the conference room, very excitedly.

Tammy smiled and began putting things back into the box.

"TAMMY! You won't believe it! I met all these wonderful people that taught me so much! You should have been with us!" Lizzie gushed.

Tammy grinned. "Lizzie, I've been before."

“You never said?”

“There’s plenty I’ve never said, and never will!”

Maisie went straight over and hung herself on Tammy before kissing her. Her face betrayed her with her tired visage.

"Miss Falconi put you through the wringer?" Tammy asked.

Maisie nodded. "Definitely, that Chloe woman was on my back as well. When one wasn't torturing my body, the other was turning my brain inside out."

The clearing of a throat called their attention to the doorway.

Maisie reluctantly released herself. "Yes Ma'am?" Tammy answered.

"Good news, bad news." Kimberly stated.

Lizzie answered quickly. "Bad first, Ma'am."

"The advance team due today are having mechanical issues and are going to overnight in Miami. They plan to arrive mid-morning tomorrow." Kimberly informed them.

Maisie looked confused. "What is the good news?"

Kimberly turned to go. "You get the rest of the afternoon and evening off. Enjoy the beach. Same morning schedule for you Tammy."

"Yes Ma'am."

"What does that mean?" Lizzie asked.

Tammy picked up the box and led them out. "My morning PT training."

"She means torture session." Maisie commented. "I can't believe that woman does it everyday."

Lizzie looked puzzled. "It can't be that bad. Can it?"

"It’s a bloody triathalon. Biking for miles then running the same distance then into the ocean for miles of swimming. She's a sadist." Maisie answered.

They turned into the space between hangars where the trailers were. Maisie's and Lizzie's luggage stood in front of the respective trailers to be taken in.

"I'm up to eight miles and five miles." Tammy said proudly. "That's tomorrow. Right now, let's get our stuff stowed then changed for the beach. We might not get another day like this."

They coated each-other in sun lotion then spent the rest of the afternoon was on the golden sands, finally heading back to their accomodation at six so Tammy could cook their dinner. As the ingredients had been provided neither Maisie nor Lizzie realized the menu was from the diet plan. Lizzie stayed as the empty plates were removed from the table.

“That was great, Tammy. If you have a few minutes then I’ve been cleared to tell you what I’ve been doing.”

“By who, Lizzie?”

“Kimberly, she said I could tell you now I’ve evaluated the kit.”

“Okay?”

“I told you a week, or was it two weeks ago, that I did six months at GCHQ? Some of that was on encrypted radio systems.”

Tammy knew the training Lizzie was describing but it wasn’t appropriate for anyone to know what Tammy knew or what she could do. “Sounds interesting.”

“Damn complicated and I hadn’t put it to use until this week. It’s an interesting arrangement, with a set of broad spectrum receiver modules that plug into a top of the range iPad, where the tablet does the signal processing in software. From what I saw it’ll handle almost any signal, but stores anything it can’t decipher straight away. I was told to use the module covering 100Mhz to 500Mhz and to look for odd signals that could be of interest.”

“And?”

“My Spanish is lousy so I tended to ignore anyone not talking English but most of the local chatter was on the maritime channels. I told the iPad to look for encrypted digital channels and to listen all day to learn the coding, that’s while I was in classes.”

“Good idea.”

“So some of the digital channels were the local police and customs agents but I also heard this Australian voice calling.”

“Australian?”

“Pretty sure he was Australian.”

“What were they saying?”

“Mostly testing, they were setting up a relay station on a high point then going around checking it was working.”

“No other voices?”

“No, not yet. I’ve given Kimberly the frequency of the relay but I think the tablet sends the data back to her anyway.”

“That wouldn’t surprise me at all. Does she want you to continue using it here?”

“No, I think the evaluation is done, at least my part in it.”

“Good, well done Lizzie.”

“Yeah, but, that course – do I really have a job with that Alliance back in London? I mean, I’m still in the military, Tammy?”

“It was a cover story, Lizzie, that’s all.”

“Well, I thought someone might have decided to re-allocate me or even discharge me?”

Maisie held back a giggle as Tammy chose her words.

“But you weren’t asked or told anything like that?”

“Yeah, but that’s how the RAF worked.”

“Except it’s not how I operate.”

“So am I going back to Scotland with you, when we’re done here?”

“That remains to be decided but I promise you won’t be forced to do anything?”

“Oh, great, I think. I mean I don’t know what I want but for the first time, like ever, I have a life and it’s all down to you.”

Tammy groaned. “I see.”

“You’ve shown me more care and understanding than anyone other than my mum, may she rest in peace.”

“Lizzie, I did as I was asked and that’s how I handle most people – there are a few exceptions of course.”

“Captain Wade?”

“Yes Lizzie, but he’s not all bad, he just doesn’t understand me the way I understand him. That puts him at a disadvantage so, unfortunately, he defaults to being another misogynistic army officer.”

“You were quite rude to him, back at that NATO place?”

Tammy noted that Maisie wasn’t saying anything in support. “It works both ways but he thought he could just order me to be someone I’m not. Can we drop it please?”

“Sure, but am I going back with you?”

“I don’t know, Lizzie, I really don’t know. I could be out of line and give you false hope … or Sean might have another plan for you. He really would get quite upset if I stole his thunder or told you the opposite of what he is thinking. I really don’t want to have to supply half a case of Single Malt every time I annoy him.”

“The military doesn’t work like that?”

“My little corner doesn’t play by the rules, Lizzie, and regardless of where you end up working you are now a part of this little corner.”

“With you?”

Tammy looked at her partner. “Maisie, if I agree to take a house guest in the future, tell me I’m mad and remind me why this is a bad idea of the highest order?”

“Sure, maybe, Tammy dear.”

-o-

Saturday morning Tammy bolted from the bed just before five, dressed quickly and was out the door before Maisie could even get her bearings. She took a couple of minutes to stretch then jogged to the front of the hangars to meet Krystel. Moments later they were racing down the runway. When Tammy crossed the line from the swim, she saw Maisie and Lizzie exercising on their own.

"You are evil. Nine miles? How far in the water?" Tammy asked.

Krystel grinned. "Six."

They conducted cool down exercises then put the bikes away. Tammy went into the hangar to come out with a cup of coffee and watched Maisie and Lizzie exercise. Until she sipped the cup and gagged.

"Oh for the love of God, who did this?" Tammy choked.

Krystel took the cup, tasted then handed it back. "LoneStar."

"What is this perverse competition the men have here with the coffee?" Tammy asked.

"Say again." A muffled voice said behind them.

Tammy immediately spun around and snapped to attention with a salute. "Morning Colonel."

Krystel was smirking as she greeted Lonestar. "Sir."

"The DEA will be here shortly after zero-seven. Dress as civilians and don't interact with them, Smart. The British advance party should be here some time after zero-nine. They'll probably expect you three in uniform. Get with Carl about where they can set up their equipment." Lonestar informed her.

"Yes, Sir." Tammy replied. "Anything else, Sir?"

"Help yourselves to coffee in the hangar." Lonestar replied and left.

After he was sufficiently far away Tammy glared at Krystel. "Help ourselves to coffee? That's just cheeky."

"Did someone say coffee?" Lizzie asked.

Krystel smiled. "In the hangar, next to the conference room. Can't miss it."

"I could do with a cup, too." Maisie said as they went inside.

Tammy said quietly. "Truly, Krystel; you are evil."

"Look on the bright side. Eddie didn't make it." Krystel said then drawled. "Wait for it."

A minute later both women looked outside at the pair and yelled. "TAMMY!"

Tammy and Krystel began laughing and split up to get ready for the day. During breakfast Tammy had to explain to her compatriots the risks of drinking the coffee in the hangar.
She kept a safe distance away, but with line of sight so she could observe during the DEA's visit, amusing herself at the reaction of the agents, once the pallets had been checked. Both sipped then immediately spat it out and threw the cups in disgust, yelling at Carl, who simply gave them the finger and continued to load the pallets onto the plane. A song was being played loudly that she had heard before while talking to Carl. Tammy understood the lyrics now but filed that under the ‘save until not needed’ section of her brain.

Mindy walked by giggling and confirmed to Tammy. "Boy were those guys mad at uncle Carl getting them with Daddy's coffee! Want to go diving?"

"Sorry, We have to start working in a while. In fact, we should go change for it." Tammy answered.

Mindy shrugged and wandered off.

"Who is she?" Maisie asked.

"Mindy. She is Blackstar and Captain Lando's daughter. You flew with her to Freeport." Tammy replied then clarified. "Her mum is Captain Kimberly Lando, who runs logistics here."

"I'm surprised she's allowed to fly the helicopter. She's absolutely fearless." Lizzie remarked.

The DEA’s flight was taxiing as they walked and it was barely a few seconds later that it took off, heading Northwest until out of sight.

"Tammy? Who were those men and what were those pallets?" Lizzie asked.

"You really don't want to know. Trust me." Tammy shook her head and encouraged them to move away, then sang along to herself. "It's a losing proposition; but one you can't refuse. It's the politics of contraband; it's the smuggler's blues."

Lizzie looked at Maisie in confusion, but only got a shrug of equal confusion.

Ten minutes later they met after changing into uniforms before heading into the hangar to meet with Carl to discuss where things would be set up. Carl had a drawing to illustrate where the tents and other things would located.

"What about the aircraft and maintenance?" Lizzie asked.

Carl shook his head. "Eddie's in charge of the flightline and he'll get with them when they get here."

"When are that crew due?" Tammy asked.

"Tomorrow. The fuel is due tomorrow too." Carl answered then pointed to his drawing. "Three collapsible bladders for JP-8 will be laid out here for your aircraft. A barge is bringing the fuel and hoses run from it to fill the bladder."

"Your tanks aren't big enough?" Tammy asked.

Carl shook his head. "No way. And there will be three fuel drops while you're here. Last time only two were scheduled and we had to fly in more. We already got an extra bladder for gas for the boats."

"I think I saw that. That big grey bubble thing by the dock?" Tammy asked.

Carl nodded. "Yep, so don't shoot it or put cigarettes out on it. Anything else?"

"Except I don't smoke. How mad were those people?" Tammy quipped.

Carl grinned. "They're DEA; screw 'em."

Tammy shook her head. "You are so not nice."

Carl picked up his notebook to leave. "Yeah, but you laughed about it."

Announcement went out over the loudspeakers. "Inbound flight, thirty mikes."

"Guess they finally got that plane fixed. Go do what you gotta do." Carl said then walked out.

“Come on Maisie, let’s find a mirror and check we’ll meet the standards? I really don’t fancy Wade or Wells putting me on a charge because my lipstick is the wrong shade!”

Thirty minutes later they stood in front of the hangar as a C-17 came in for landing. When it came to stop facing away from the hangar Carl approached with a tractor that had lifting forks to unload. A group of twelve had already disembarked and one headed towards Tammy's position. She guessed he’d ridden in the cockpit instead of joining the rest of the crew in the web seats.

Tammy saluted as Lieutenant Colonel Wells approached her.

"I'm glad to see you're in uniform, Lieutenant?"

"Can I speak freely, Sir?"

He looked around. "Granted."

"I put this uniform on, as did Sgt Staines, for your benefit and for the other personnel who arrived with you. As you may know my relationship with the residents of this facility goes far beyond a military arrangement."

"I see, so you are doing this for show?"

"No Sir, as I said to you a few weeks ago, I will be the professional soldier you require for the duration of this deployment."

"Good, I'd hate to put you on a charge."

"Thank you Sir. Is Captain Wade with you?"

"No, he was redeployed."

Tammy could see Rodrick out of the corner of her eye, she saluted at the Lieutenant Colonel and then to Rodrick. "Sir!"

A Lieutenant approached and saluted Tammy, although this momentarily confused her - she saluted back just in case.

"Captain Smart? I'm Lieutenant Vance, S.A.S."

"That sounds like some kind of mistake, Lieutenant?"

"No, Ma’am, I understand that you're the ranking officer for this deployment and that you'll be leading the S.A.S. team in the absence of Captain Wade."

"Really?"

"This will be my team's first deployment for this duty so we defer to your knowledge of the area, Ma'am."

"Thank you Lieutenant, I look forward to working with your team."

Vance saluted strongly and marched back to the ten remaining khaki-clad personnel. Maisie walked over.

"The Colonel never mention that?"

"I did steal his thunder, so I guess he forgot."

"Captain Wade is so going to be pissed!"

"Quite, but let's keep this quiet. I now need some appropriate epaulettes."

The Colonel returned from his conversation with Rodrick. "I was going to give you the good news, but it seems that has already been done?"

"Yes, Sir, but what does this mean for me?"

"You are to be fully involved in the deployment, no longer just an advisor or liaison. There's a briefing at seventeen hours."

"Sir."

Tammy wasn't impressed. This was not needed and, apart from Maisie, she had never managed any personnel in the military. Now she had nine men and two women soldiers of the advance party under her command, with more on the way. She decided to take this proverbial bull by the horns and walked over to the group whilst the Colonel was otherwise engaged and before the unloading started. She was treated to an immediate show of respect for her temporary rank.

"Stand easy. I'd like to speak to the senior personnel, that's Lieutenant Vance, plus the Sergeants, in fifteen minutes. I will speak to all of you over the next hour. There are restroom facilities in the main hangar. The middle hangar is the main. Carry on."

She hoped she'd got the language right, accepted their grunts of "ma'am" then returned to the hangar and Krystel.

"I am so dropped in it, and it smells real bad!"

"I'm guessing it wasn't Chanel Number 5?"

"Yeah, I don't suppose you keep Captain's shoulder flashes in stock?"

"US ranks only, can't help you with the British ones."

"I could ask why you keep those, but ...."

"You value your life?"

"Yeah."

"Just kidding. I'd have given you my old rank. Navy Lieutenant is the same as Army, Marine and Air Force Captain."

"So now I have to pretend to be someone I despise?"

"Could be worse. Live with it. I guess that's a present from your Colonel?"

"Of the sink-or-swim type."

"Exactly, so swim!"

Tammy watched from afar as all eleven of the team pitched in to unload and sort their kit. Carl had unloaded four steel container boxes, which he’d referred to as Conex boxes. Those containers and several pallets had now been shifted to a spot in front of the third hangar. He handed off the tractor to one of the men and pointed to Tammy. Three of the team, all male, walked over exactly on cue, Tammy had Maisie stay with her. The usual salutes greeted her.

"Please, at ease, this is informal."

It didn't look like they were at ease. "For better or worse, I just found out I'm promoted to Captain for this deployment. This means I'll be relying on you for advice and support. I'd like you to meet Sergeant Staines who is with me and can act as a conduit to me if necessary."

She decided not to mention Lizzie, hoping that the girl could be handled at arm's length. Last seen she was having an update in secure communications, using ciphers that GCHQ and NSA couldn't break.

"I haven't yet been briefed about the deployment as originally that wasn't my role, no doubt I'll need to talk to each of you again once I know what the hell I'm doing! By the way, I like plain talking."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Okay, can you send over the men in groups of three and then the ladies please."

Tammy managed pleasantries with the guys but decided to ensure they knew she was in charge. She opted differently for the girls.

"Lance Corporals Gaynor and Taylor, Ma'am."

"At ease. Ladies, I want to make it very clear that if you have any trouble then please see me or Sergeant Staines - she is very much my right-hand woman. Our doors are open."

"Permission to speak freely, Ma'am?"

"Yes, Gaynor?"

"I heard a rumour, something to do with the Black Watch?"

"Maisie was being transferred to the Black Watch but now works for me. I don't like bullies or Class One Bigots, and I'm prepared to do something about it. Understood?"

"Ma'am."

Tammy waved all the men over then addressed the group.

"Who can drive the loader?"

A Sergeant raised his hand. "I can, Ma'am."

"Very good. I have the plan. If you can bring the gear behind the middle hangar we'll start the set up." Tammy pointed to the equipment.

He snapped to Attention, as did the others. "Yes Ma'am."

Between Tammy and Maisie the equipment was located and positioned. First to go up were the tents. Signage designating the purpose also went up. Sleeping quarters, showers, field kitchen/mess tent were up and ready. Two of the containers turned out to be mobile armouries. The sides extended out to accommodate the storage of various weapons. The weapons in question were crated and were immediately stored in the new armoury. Another container was set up for diving equipment storage, including a compressor and the fourth was for air support and deployment. Parachutes, ropes and other equipment were stored quickly.

"All that's missing is a medical station." Maisie commented.

One of the support grade women looked over. "We were told there is already a facility here, Ma'am. The medical team comes tomorrow along with the air unit, S.A.S and S.B.S. teams."

Now Tammy understood exactly what an advance party did. "Is this everything?"

"All but water, Ma'am." One of the men answered.

A loud whistle called their attention. Carl stood by the hangar and held up rolled water hoses.

"There's two hook ups on the wall." Carl pointed. "One for the Head and one for the Galley."

Tammy shrugged. "That answers those questions. Run the hoses and that's us done."

"That wasn't so bad." Maisie commented.

“Hope for the best and prepare for the worst?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Leave it Maisie!”

“It’s appropriate Ma’am, especially around others.”

Three pallets of food were transferred case by case into the field kitchen and two members began preparing for service.

-o-

That evening Lieutenant Colonel Jeremy Wells opened the briefing in the belly of their plane.

“I realise that this may not be comfortable, but this is Top Secret and our hosts need not be made fully aware of the details of our work here.”

Tammy almost laughed at the ignorance. Carl had assisted unloading the plane and Eddie was seen going over post-flight and refuelling with the crew. It was highly likely multiple bugs had been deployed within minutes of the plane landing whilst mayhem ensued with a second set of bugs in the British command centre.

“Firstly I’d like to welcome Captain Tamara Smart who takes an operational lead for this deployment. The Captain’s staff member, Sgt Staines, is a PT instructor so will be commencing PT at 0600 tomorrow. I’m told swimwear will be required, plus shorts and T. The remainder of personnel and equipment will arrive tomorrow. Captain, is there anything that we need to know immediately?”

Tammy nodded. "Certainly, Sir. Firstly, South of the runway are the range facilities. A conventional range and a killhouse. A red flag flying indicates the range is live. Secondly, there are residences here, do not enter without permission. Thirdly, our hosts have a military K-9. He's a black German Shepherd type. Do not engage him, I repeat: Do Not Engage Him. If he growls, you are not allowed in his space and should back away slowly. Lastly; incoming aircraft will be announced, please clear the runway for them."

"Excellent. I'm very glad of the additions made here. Moving on: our Principals arrive next Thursday at fifteen hundred hours locally, and stay-over in the Bahamas. Regrettably this has been announced as a Royal Visit so it is already known that they will be in the region. Understandably this is less than ideal and makes our role more important.”

A number of profanities could be heard.

“Starting Sunday we will establish a perimeter around the Principals’ island with random, incognito, patrols. Captain and Lieutenant, please work together with the S.B.S commander to plan that perimeter security. Dismissed, I believe a welcoming party in the middle hangar for the team is being given in an hour. Captain and Lieutenant please stay.”

Tammy waved for Maisie to leave with the others.

“Tom, Tammy, I realise this is new for both of you and I have thrown you in the deep end.”

“I’ll swim, Sir.”

“Indeed, Captain. Can you come up with a draft plan tomorrow? I have a folder for each of you with the original schedule but I fully expect this to be changed. One change that appears to have happened is that the Principals have been invited to spend the evening with our hosts and have already accepted.”

He reached into his case and presented the pair with the promised material.

“With respect Sir, I guessed that would happen as the hosts have titles.”

“Precisely. Perhaps you can share any gems of wisdom?”

“The PT is likely to be a few miles run and a few miles swam on day one, with a mile being added daily. Lieutenant, you and I are included. Sir, you are welcome to join us.”

“I’ll consider your invitation. Captain, is your relationship with Sgt Staines going to cause any problems?”

“I doubt it Sir, my fiancée is very professional.”

Tom Vance’s eyes showed surprise, but he kept his mouth firmly shut.

“Good. Dismissed, please ensure no-one overdoes the alcohol.”

“Sir.”

As they exited the plane Eddie walked up. "Colonel."

"Yes...er, I seemed to have forgotten your name on the spot." Wells admitted.

"Eddie, Sir, Flightline Ops. You and your officers are invited to the sea dock." Eddie answered and saluted.

Jeremy returned the salute. "Thank you."

As Tammy led the way she was asked. "Have you an idea about this?"

"No prior knowledge Sir, but it should be interesting." Tammy replied.

At the dock they were greeted by a smiling Krystel, in a bikini. "Welcome, Colonel."

"Thank you, Miss?" Jeremy replied.

Krystel held her smile. "Krystie Ellory. I run billing and accounting and also IT consultant for Elegant Executive. Right now though, I get to escort you all for a sunset cruise."

Tammy wanted to laugh out loud at the introduction and alias. The sleek cigarette-class powerboat was one she hadn't seen on her last visit. A long blue and white Donzi 43ZR.

"Ah. Thank you. Permission to come aboard then." Wells asked.

Krystel gestured. "Permission granted. Follow me."

Krystel nimbly stepped on then took her place behind the right console. Tammy stepped on and was waved to take the left console. Krystel put on a headset then indicated for the others to do so and started the engines. Tammy untied the mid-line and the boat gently moved out. Casually Krystel took them around the island and pointed out features of interest.

"During your stay here, Tammy will have access to my boat." Krystel informed them then added. "You hurt my boat and you'll be buying me a new one."

Lieutenant Vance asked. "How much does one of these go for?"

"Three hundred." Krystel answered with a grin. "Thousand. It's a Donzi."

"The Crown won't cover that, Captain. I advise great care." Jeremy said quickly.

Krystel looked over to Tammy. "Hit it!"

Tammy rammed the throttles forward. The engines went from growl to roar and the boat rocketed forward to launch over a wave. The boat was trimmed and all but flew across the water. The fast ride didn't last long but definitely got the hearts of Wells and Vance racing. When they docked, the men had shaking legs, stepping onto the dock.

"I'm glad we did that before dinner!" Vance announced.

Wells seconded. "You aren't alone. Thank you for the tour Miss Ellory, I believe the party is waiting."

"Have fun." Krystel grinned and watched them leave.

{Continues}

	Tammy Spycraft is a full reworking of Moving On and is now available on Kindle. Tammy's increasingly unhappy with the Security Service and Suzie's just plain bored. Tammy needs a change of direction and Suzie needs to get back to a proper job.
	Powered armor with a crew of two works best when the man and woman inside are romantically linked. But Dylan’s last love left him without hope and Alison’s experience with abuse has made her afraid of being touched. Contains strong language and adult situations. Can the Self-contained Powered Armor they wear bring them together, or is even trying going to be a disaster? Love is a combination the two can only dream of in this science fiction romance!.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 6 Truly Titled Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

Saturday morning was a flurry of activity.

True to form, the PT consisted of two laps of the runway then into the ocean for two miles of swim. Several dropped out and Tammy swam further. She had awoken earlier to bike and run with Krystel. Wells gave her a cross look when she crossed a line scuffed in the sand.

"Just what exactly was that Captain?"

"Nine miles, nine miles and six and a half miles, Sir." Tammy answered. "Four and half of those miles are against the current, of course. I believe that leading by example is appropriate?"

Wells looked over to group, exhausted, but performing cool-down stretches. "So this is the training you've been doing. I understand what you’re doing but let's keep some discretion, it wouldn't do to demoralize the troops or make them unfit for duty?"

"Yes, Sir." Tammy replied.

At six that morning the C-17 had taken off, heading to Freeport for the duration. At seven the fuel barge arrived. Four soldiers unrolled the fuel bladders as Carl and Eddie ran the hoses out to fill them. After that they went to the dock to meet the barge for the gasoline bladder. Tammy learned that Rodrick, Lyssa, Krystel and Carl were loaning their boats for the S.B.S. to use. Though Tammy would be able to use Krystel's boat.

Eight o’clock was announced with the arrival of six helicopters and four F-35 fighters. Once they were out of the way another C-17 arrived and began to offload equipment and personnel for the air unit. It took off immediately after unloading and another arrived thirty minutes later. This one came with the S.B.S. and S.A.S. teams and their personal gear along with the medical team.

Tammy had learned the other trailer next to the classroom trailer was the medical facility. The Classroom trailer would be used as their command and control centre with the conference room in the hangar to used as a briefing room. Kimberly would be providing intelligence gained from the Bahamians and U.S. Coast Guard to them. She suspected that some of the intel was coming for other sources as well but shouldn't ask.

Tammy grabbed Vance before he, again, went off to help with the recently arrived kit and personnel.

“Do you know the other team leaders?”

“Sure.”

A couple of hands waved in their direction.

“Your friends, Vance?”

“No, Ma’am, I think they were waving at you.”

Tammy groaned. One of the recently arrived junior ranks was heading in her direction with a package.

“I’ve been told this is for you, Captain?”

“Thank you. Carry on.”

She opened it and first found her Captain's shoulder flashes, as well as a new beret. A sealed letter from Col MacTaggart was opened but she slid it back into the envelope to read in a less public area.

“If you don’t mind me asking, do you know those two?”

“I think I met them on a Special Forces course.”

“But you’re not a member of the one of the Special Forces units?”

“That all depends from which direction you’re looking, Lieutenant. My Army history is classified, most of it is so far off the record that they’ll never find the bodies.”

“I see.”

“Your question was valid but I don't want my validity questioned again, understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. I suggest you liaise with the officers over there and get a security plan drafted? I’ll run through it with you all later tonight?”

“Ma’am.”

-o-

Tammy took herself back to the trailer and swapped her epaulettes then tried the new beret for size, seeing very quickly that someone had indeed done their homework. Maisie arrived as Tammy was freshening herself.

“Looking good Ma’am.”

“Cut it out Maisie, this is temporary.”

“Are you sure? Anyway, I can’t let myself make a mistake in front of the others?”

“As far as I know it’s temporary?”

“Did you get any orders?”

Tammy reached for the envelope again.
 

 
Tammy looked surprised. “Oh, it is a permanent promotion.”

She showed it to Maisie.

“Yes, Captain, it is.”

“Damn, does this mean I’ll start getting invites to regimental dinners?”

“I guess you will also be presented to the Royals, which explains the dress uniform?”

“That may include you?”

“Unlikely.”

“Then, Maisie, why did dear Sean say that there would be something appropriate for yourself?”

“I don’t know, but what’s this outstanding issue?”

“I probably still owe a bottle or two of Wolfburn?”

She found the phone number for the distillery and dug through her bag for her Amex card before ordering a half case, just to put herself in credit.

“What name and address, Miss Smart?”

“Col MacTaggart, err, best use the No Name Club in the West End of London.”

“Ah, we have that address as they’re an existing customer but do you have a personal address in case there’s an issue?”

“His office keeps moving but the club is the one constant in his life!”

“Understood, thank you for your order.”

Her phone rang almost immediately.

“Captain Smart, Tammy, did you get the package?”

“Yes, Colonel, but I’m still a little surprised that I’m being promoted and that this isn’t just a temporary measure?”

“It’s two fold my dear, firstly Marcus was going to remove you from this operation due to your familiarity with the hosts whilst also arranging charges against your communication operator.”

“On what grounds?”

“Bringing the RAF into disrepute.”

“I would have his pension and testicles if he tried that on me.”

“I don’t doubt it, anyway he is currently on detachment to the Royal Logistical Corp looking at their defensive capabilities. That left an opening for a Captain on this operation, congratulations.”

“Thank you for your support.”

“Think nothing of it, so long as you can deal with the outstanding matter?”

“There is a delivery due to your club on Monday.”

“Our club. You are welcome anytime, you should know that by now. Excellent, this proves that you can understand my orders.”

“Indeed, Colonel, now what was the second reason?”

“It prevents Marcus from raising charges against you, on the assumption that he returns to Broadsword.”

“That’s sensible, yes, but does he know about my promotion?”

“Not yet, but I’m hoping he takes it with grace when he does find out.”

“We can only hope, Sir?”

“Indeed. Your dress uniform will arrive in the Bahamas on Monday morning, can you arrange collection?”

“I’ll make the arrangements, this may be a task for Lizzie?”

“I’ll leave that with you, but I had an interesting report from her stay at AA House.”

“Such as?”

“Her changeover seems to be more than adequate. Well done.”

“Thank you Sir, but she was hardly a completely blank canvas.”

“Maybe not, but it seems you achieved plenty in your limited time with the former Flight Lieutenant?”

“Former?”

“I’m satisfied we can move her to Broadsword upon your return, with a substantive rank of Lieutenant. She keeps her wings, of course.”

“Lizzie has undertaken a deportment and styling course since she’s been out here, Sir, please don’t expect her to crawl through barbed wire or climb ten feet walls, at least not in heels?”

“Understood. I have an update for you regarding the guest you left at AA House.”

“Sir?”

“She is back at home but the local constabulary have installed a response alarm whilst CCTV has also been provided. I understand that she’s been able to find some closure.”

“Does she know my part in the operation?”

“I’m told that she’s thanked the pilot but is aware that she can’t be given their name.”

“Which is awkward as I was seen by her neighbour, her daughter, a shop owner and several local Police officers, whilst wearing flying gear complete with helmet.”

“Did any see you get out of the aircraft?”

“Only the locals I can trust in Thurso.”

“In which case no-one can be certain whether you were there at the time of her rescue. She knows you helped but not your exact role. The lady is secure and safe, for that you should be pleased.”

“It needed to be done, Sir, my own gratitude is irrelevant.”

“Understood, out.”

Tammy killed the call.

"Come on Maisie, let's go find Lizzie and let her know what's going on - just need to know though."

"Aye, aye."

-o-

The overnight patrols early Monday morning reported all was quiet and were excused morning PT so long as they saw Maisie after lunch. Otherwise, everyone was available for the triathlon.

Mindy looked demure and very innocent as she waited on Lonestar to take her to school. That image was partly shattered when Tammy asked who had made the first coffee pot.

Mindy grinned. "Uncle Eddie."

Tammy groaned quietly as Lt Col Wells walked in. "Ah, there you are Captain. Is that fresh coffee?"

"After you, Sir."

One sip later his smile was wiped away "Who committed this atrocity?"

"I think I'll have tea this morning." Tammy remarked and saw Mindy grinning like an imp.

Lizzie arrived to join Mindy for the morning hop, under orders from Tammy to take the air shuttle onwards to Bahamas airport.

"So I’m just to keep a low profile on this trip, Tammy?"

"That's the plan. Do you have the shipping note?"

"Yes, there won't be anything to pay?"

"I doubt it, the Brits haven't annoyed the islanders yet. Be ready with some cash to ease the process though."

"Bribery?"

"Of course not, but it can speed up the process. It's called 'expediting', remember that."

"Especially at lunchtime?"

"Correct."

Tammy went in search of quality coffee, or whatever the Lieutenant was drinking.

"Ah Captain, I was hoping we could discuss the patrols?"

"Coffee first, discuss second."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The meeting was full of references to small fishing boats, all some distance away, and almost nothing else apart from the local sealife. Tammy allowed the patrol leader to head for his bunk.

"Well, Lieutenant, I'll be happy with that every morning."

"We can hope, Captain."

Mid morning Lizzie sent Tammy a text confirming she was at the air cargo terminal and that the package had already been collected.

Tammy messaged back. "Check that the local British diplomatic idiot hasn't been there today, then find them!"

It was another half an hour before Lizzie rang.

"Well guessed, I've recovered it. The Second Secretary hadn't left the terminal."

"How did you manage it?"

"I phoned Sir Thomas."

"I didn't give you his number!"

"He sent it to me, just in case I needed to move an immovable bureaucratic arse to do my work. I'm supposed to be a civilian this trip, if you recall?"

"Well done, are you heading back?"

"The next shuttle isn't for an hour so I'm having a coffee in the terminal."

"Be careful."

"I will."

After lunch Tammy took herself into the sea for a swim. Once she'd moved a fair distance from the hangers she spotted a 'something' in the air, mixed in with the heat haze.

She swam back and went in search of LoneStar, finding him in the tower handling air traffic.

"Is there a drone up there", she pointed to the far side of the island.

"Wells knows we have our own since they were used last time. These are a new version, but dedicated to observation only. We still have the old ones and can use them if we need to." Lonestar informed her.

"Understandable."

"Don't worry, the footage is available to your comms crew."

"As I've not heard them landing for refuelling, where are they flying from?"

"We sent them up when the C-17 landed on Sunday, no-one will have noticed them. It's a new type we've developed that can stay up for a week at a time with a mix of solar and fuel cell power systems."

"So put it up and forget about it?"

"That's the idea, but it's there when we need an aerial surveillance platform."

"Just surveillance?"

"That's correct."

-o-

Tammy met Lizzie when she returned with Mindy, holding the package tightly.

“Here you are, thankfully the little prick hadn’t opened it – we have a new problem though.”

“Thank you Lizzie, please tell me you dealt with it?”

“No, I would have exposed myself so I slipped out of the coffee bar onto the balcony. The diplomat clearly didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut and was telling everyone loudly about the royal visit.”

“Damn.”

“Thing is, most of the operational folk at the airport knew that they were due in on Wednesday for dinner with the local officials plus some charity stuff, but he went on to say they would be staying on a private island.”

“Great, did you let Sir Thomas know?”

“Yes, I’m not sure what damage limitation can be achieved but I guess the security detail will be increased.”

“That’s just what we need, jumpy close protection officers. I need to brief some people, can you write this up for me, urgently? Mark it Top Secret.”

“Am I cleared to read my own stuff if I write TS at the top?”

“As of now, yes. We’ll clarify that when we get back.”

Tammy called for a management meeting, and included the various Lieutenants for every unit.

“Clearly this is an unwelcome development and I’m told the Brit responsible will be sanctioned for a breach of protocol. We can assume that there will be increased interest in the trip.”

“Thank you Captain, but are you satisfied that your source is reliable?”

“Absolutely, Sir. Her clearance is appropriate for our work here and she has a military background despite any alternative appearance.”

“Rank?”

“Lieutenant, with wings, Sir.”

“Ah, yes, I am familiar with this operative. All, I’m satisfied that this report is accurate and the contents constitutes a threat to our principal mission. Double the patrols with immediate effect.”

Lizzie had been kept out of the meeting and Tammy wasn’t keen that Wells had questioned her openly about the girl, even if he hadn’t named her. That raised a separate issue.

“I suggest you head back with Mindy in the morning and get yourself a bed in that hotel. Spend the day in the harbour cafés.”

“Sure, Tammy. This beats any RAF operation!”

"Don't forget you're working and that you will be without immediate support - just observe and report. If you're identified then you're spent."

"This isn't the role I was briefed on?"

"We adapt, Lizzie, adapt to the pertaining circumstances."

-o-

The first incident happened early on Wednesday when a cigarette boat was spotted at 0430, containing a lone European male and no fishing gear.

One patrol moved to intercept with the second staying on their usual route, whilst one of the incoming patrols joined up.

The sight of two fast patrol vessels appearing out of the murky distance would have been a surprise, but twelve camouflaged and armed personnel may have caused a physical reaction. Tammy had been getting ready for PT when she was called to the secure room for the live reporting.

The cigarette boat’s occupant was confirmed as a London-based freelance journalist, clearly in search of an exclusive.

“Patrol leader to base.”

Commander Traeger answered. “Go ahead.”

“The camera was lost over the side, Sir, an unfortunate result. We offered some advice and sent him back to port.”

“Understood.”

Tammy guessed that the teams had been using encrypted radios and that both sides could be heard, meaning that their hosts could monitor everything. She decided to keep this gem to herself.

“That’s the first interloper, when’s the next?”

“No idea, but get that comms officer down to the jetty to meet the incoming journo – let’s hear what he’s telling everyone.”

“She flies out on the school run.”

“We’ll get BlackStar to make an extra run – time is important!”

Lizzie hadn't been happy with the five o'clock alarm but shortly after six she phoned from a café as the journalist's boat was returned to the rental jetty.

“He doesn’t look happy and the boat renting place is complaining about cleaning it; they won’t return the deposit.”

“How close are you?”

“A hundred metres away but sound travels.”

“Be careful and secure text me anything else, with the keypad sounds turned off!”

“Sure.”

PT had been cancelled as all patrol teams had been put on high alert except the ones heading for their bunks. It wasn't long before her phone rang.

"Jesus, Tammy, what the hell is going on?"

"Good morning to you too, Colonel. So far we have a foreign office prick spouting off, after trying to steal my dress uniform, as well as a journalist who pooped in his pants then lost his camera. He's also lost the deposit on his boat. How does it look from London?"

"Well, Sir Thomas called a COBRa meeting earlier and the Royals have been asked to change their plans due to security concerns. Officially their plane has technical issues and they are flying into Nassau a day late. Their overnight stay in Nassau is cancelled and the public events have been scaled back."

"Understood."

"Unfortunately the aircrew were booked elsewhere, so can that be handled?"

"There's a Gulfstream here that can handle the job."

"Can you fly it?"

"Not legally. I'd need a few hours to get certified. Regardless of that, there's qualified pilots here with military and civilian tickets, Sir, and they know the plane."

"Fine. I understand they have a support team of ten with them."

"Understood."

"Tell me, Tammy, are you happy that you have enough resources there?"

"Yes, Sir, we have extra support available and I have access to intelligence sources separate to the Lieutenant Colonel."

"You will share, won't you?"

"Already have."

"Good, let's all work together."

"Against adversity, Sir?"

"Comme toujours, ma belle fils."

"Merci et adieu, Colonel."

"A bientôt, Capitan"

An hour later a US Coastguard vessel radioed the island, Tammy was in the Tower.

"Ram's Rock Island; this is Coast Guard Cutter Raymond Evans."

Pete answered. "Ram's Rock Tower here, go ahead Raymond Evans."

“We’ve had a request to offer support.”

“Welcome to our waters, anything in particular?”

“We were just asked to check in with you. Are there any other resources we should know about?”

“Since this is an open channel, you’ll be contacted by other means.”

“Understood.”

"Ram's Rock; out."

Pete dropped the mic. “Well shit, let's just invite EVERYBODY. This was supposed to be a simple, quiet, babysitting job.”

"And it takes just one idiot to screw everything?"

"Well, we aren't shot to feck-all, yet. Don't be that idiot, that's my rule."

"You stick to it?"

"Most of the time."

"Now, Pete, I need to let you know about a request for the Gulfstream."

"Yeah, yeah. It's on standby, one-mike launch prep. So is the Lear. We can send them both out at the same time so one can be a decoy for the other if necessary."

Tammy went down to the hangar floor and joined in the British training and briefing session. First up, the S.A.S. team were about to conduct a training jump. They were surprised when Tammy grabbed a parachute, helmet and goggles before boarding the waiting C17. The SAS were even more so when she used her rank to lead the team out over the dropzone at sixteen thousand feet. The team followed her line to touchdown in ten second intervals on the target. An enlisted stood close by, marking their landings.

Those who had been sceptical of the young female Captain now acknowledged there was more to her than first sight had revealed.

-o-

Tammy received a few texts from Lizzie but a major update arrived late afternoon.

"I spotted three news teams as well as a load of individuals, so this is turning into a major event."

"Any more boats?"

"A few left but they were escorted back by an American coastguard vessel that was checking for boating licences."

"That will deal with the individuals, but the teams will hire a boat with a skipper."

"Already monitoring that, one skipper said he has a midnight trip to once around the Royals' island, they seem to think the patrols are close to the shore."

Tammy realised that the fishing boats would have reported back that patrols were in the area. "Okay, keep safe and report anything of interest."

"Will do."

During the afternoon briefing, Commander Traeger announced the S.B.S. had completed searching the shoreline of the island and set up an anti-shark net in the preferred swimming area. They had also set off an underwater charge to force anything dangerous that lurked in that area first. That encouraged several stingrays and a hidden moray eel to seek shelter elsewhere. Now that the net was in place, only small fish could swim through. Unfortunately; Barracuda, Lion fish and Puffer fish could fit through as could jellyfish. A finer net would not be able to withstand larger, more aggressive, marine-life attempting to get through. Daily inspections in the morning would be conducted to try preventing incidents involving whatever could pass through the net.

All that remained was a thorough inspection of Kestrel Island itself by both S.A.S. and S.B.S teams which would take place the next morning.

-o-

Thursday's PT started calm with the overnight patrols reporting a peaceful shift. Not long after 0600 the calm on Ram's Rock Island was shattered as the personnel were sent to clean and polish everything - whether it moved or not. Tammy was curious as to why Lyssa smirked at her while giving Warlock a bath on her back patio.

"Everything is going to spit and polish, I guess he isn't an exception?" Tammy asked.

Lyssa continued to wash the Belgian. "We had a busy night."

This confused Tammy. "You did?"

"Of course. That island isn't as big as ours, but it's not tiny either. It took us three hours to go over it." Lyssa replied.

Tammy was shocked. "Wait. You and Warlock went there last night? The patrols didn't say that."

"They would've if they knew. They don't, so they didn't." Lyssa said, rinsing the soap out of his fur.

"How?" Tammy asked.

Lyssa grinned. "Trade secret, young one."

Tammy wanted to laugh and roll her eyes at the same time. More importantly; she wanted to know how Lyssa and the dog were able to leave Ram's Rock, go to Kestrel, search it and come back without being noticed by anyone. She had to stop thinking and jump away as Warlock began to shake the water off.

"That was naughty!" Tammy said.

Warlock simply gave a groan that sounded more like moo.

Tammy shook her head. "Not a care in the world, of course."

"Oh he hates baths, but he puts up with them if he wants in the house." Lyssa reminded.

-o-

At 1600 things stopped when a siren went off.

"GENERAL QUARTERS! GENERAL QUARTERS! Inbound aircraft, clear the flightline!" Rodrick announced over the loudspeakers.

From everywhere people were running to join formations in front of the main hangar. RamAir's Gulfstream transporting the royal party were arriving from the airport on Nassau. The royals had arrived in Nassau four hours ago for a short meet and greet with officials and lunch. Now they were coming to Ram's Rock for an overnight stay then onto Kestrel Island for their actual holiday. As title holders, Rodrick and Lyssa extended an expected invitation. Naturally such invitation had been accepted. As the jet landed all of the Ram's Rock personnel came out to welcome them. Lonestar and Pete were piloting so were not in the line. After running the length of the runway and coming back, Eddie and three of the British airmen ran out.

Eddie signalled the stop as the airmen chocked the wheels and opened the door. Another pair of airmen rolled out a short carpet to the steps. When the Prince stepped out Wells called out.

"ATTENTION!"

All loudly snapped to stance and saluted. Jeremy Wells walked out to the carpet.

"Welcome Highness. Lieutenant Colonel Jeremy Wells, Commanding Officer of the operation." Wells introduced himself then greeted the Duchess. "Welcome, Your Highness."

"Thank you. I'm certain we are great hands on Holiday." Prince William said then turned to the flight crew. "Gentlemen, thank you for a comfortable flight."

LoneStar and Pete saluted. "Our pleasure Highness."

"Shall we greet the troops and hosts?" Prince William asked.

Wells replied instantly. "Certainly, Your Highness."

Wells led the way to the far formation and stopped. "Commander Traeger, commanding the Special Boat Service unit."

"Commander." Prince William greeted. "All in fine spirits?"

Traeger saluted. "Absolutely, Your Highness."

The Prince returned the salute. "Excellent. Carry on Commander."

Wells stopped in front of Tammy. "Captain Smart, commanding the Special Air unit."

"I must say this is a surprise, Captain." Prince William stated.

Tammy added with a salute. "I've also been in charge of the advance team, Highness."

The Prince nodded. "Then you've been quite busy. Well done, Captain. Carry on."

Tammy saluted. "Huzzah."

Wells stopped in front of another female officer. "Highness; this Major Dearing of our medical team."

"Oh excellent, but I hope the Major's service will not be needed." Prince William said.

Major Dearing nodded. "As do we all, Highness. I am an Obstretician, Gynocologist and Pediatrician. Captain Daniels is our trauma specialist. Should care be needed, we are ready to provide."

"Then we are in great care already, Major. Captain." Prince William replied.

Wells next stopped in front of Rodrick. "Our hosts, Your Highness."

"Ah, yes, Lord Mason; or would you prefer Captain?" Prince William asked.

Rodrick bowed slightly. "Actually; Rodrick is fine, Your Highness. Welcome to Ram's Rock."

Though the twins stood between Rodrick and Lyssa, holding their hands, Lyssa was greeted next.

"Lady Mason. It has been some time. I have seen you dance in London twice." Prince William greeted her.

Lyssa gave a stage curtsy. "Welcome, Your Highness. Please call me Lyssa. I hope you enjoyed my performances and enjoy your stay even more."

The Prince smiled as he looked to the twins. "And who do we have here?"

"These are our twins. Alex and Alison. They're about to turn three." Lyssa introduced the twins.

Both smiled when Prince William crouched down to their level. Alex surprised everybody by holding out his hand to shake hands with the Prince. Alison remained shy though. When Duchess Kate and the children were introduced, Alison hugged all three, but bravely kissed Prince George on his cheek. The adults chuckled in amusement.

Pete was addressed next.

"Sir Peter; oh, I believe you prefer to be called Pete?" Prince William ventured.

Pete nodded. "If you wouldn't mind, Highness."

Next were LoneStar, Kimberly and Mindy.

The Prince nodded. "BlackStar; again, a comfortable flight."

LoneStar nodded back.

"Greetings Your Highness." Kimberly stated and gave a slight curtsy.

The Prince nodded back. "Dame Lando. A pleasure."

Kimberly smiled. "Please call me Kim."

Next Mindy curtsied as if she finished a recital. "Highness."

"So charming. Who is this?" The Duchess asked.

"Melinda Valerie Lando, Highness, but everybody just calls me Mindy." Mindy greeted with a smile.

Finally Krystel was greeted. She gave a quick curtsy.

"Welcome, Your Highness. I'm Krystie Ellory." Krystel smiled.

"A pleasure, Miss Ellory." The Prince returned then looked around. "I thought there were two others?"

Rodrick answered. "Carl and Eddie. They're securing the plane, Highness."

Prince William turned to look and nodded. "Fine men, Rodrick."

Lyssa smiled. "Right this way, Your Highnesses. I'm sure you'd like to rest a bit."

Rodrick led the way, with Prince William, as Lyssa and the twins walked with the Duchess and the children. At the house Rodrick showed the Prince to the living room and offered a drink. Lyssa however guided Duchess Kate and the children out onto the patio and sat her in a cushioned chair then whistled. Warlock came trotting over.

"Indulge me, Highness." Lyssa said then looked to the dog. "Warlock, kommen."

Duchess Kate looked at the Belgian. "He won't hurt the children, will he?"

"No Highness. In fact, I want him to know all three of you. Warlock is a tactical K-9. He needs to learn your scents." Lyssa explained then commanded him to go to the Duchess. "Warlock. Bekannte Kate. Schutzen Kate."

Warlock began sniffing the Duchess as much as he could then stepped back and gave a quick 'boof'.

"May I ask what you told him?" Duchess Kate asked.

Lyssa patted his side firmly. "I told him that you are a friend and to protect you. He can find you anywhere now and will guard you until I come."

One by one the children were given the same going over.

Princess Charlotte hugged him. "Doggy!"

Warlock gave her an additional sniffing at her ears, making her giggle. Lyssa patted him roughly.

"Guter Junge." Lyssa praised, then helped Duchess Kate from the chair. "Let's go inside. I'll show you your rooms."

They went in and Warlock was commanded to follow. Lyssa came back from the upstairs with the Belgian and walked him over to the Prince.

"Indulge me a moment, Highness." Lyssa said then commanded. "Warlock, Bekannte William."

Warlock sniffed the royal over then looked to Lyssa and let out a quick 'boof'.

"Thank you. He now understands you are a friend. He will find you if it's needed." Lyssa explained. "Unfortunately Highness, you cannot command him. Only we can."

The Prince eyed him. "Thank you for that, but I would rather he be protective of Kate and the children."

"Already done, Highness. If he believes any of them to be in danger, he will protect them. If we lose track of them, he'll find them. If he thinks they are about to get into something they shouldn't, he'll move them away or simply stop them." Lyssa said. "Just as he does for our children and Mindy."

Suddenly Warlock stood up, looked to the door and let out a soft growl. A knock at the door was then heard.

Lyssa gave Warlock a silent hand signal then went to the door. She came back with Tammy, escorting two soldiers with the Royals' luggage. Lyssa nodded to Tammy who then showed the two upstairs, quickly came down and made their way out.

"Will you need anything else, Highness?" Tammy asked.

Prince William looked to Rodrick. "Perhaps Colonel Wells, Captain Smart and the other officers could join us for dinner?"

Rodrick nodded back. "Done as easily as said. Captain?"

"Aye, Sir. Nineteen hundred." Tammy answered.

Lyssa said quickly. "And Captain; casual attire. Our guests are here to relax after all."

Tammy nodded. "Yes, Prima Lyssa."

After Tammy left, Prince William visibly relaxed. "Thank you, Lyssa. The last thing either of us want is to go through a formal banquet. I thought the Governor-General was going to insist we stay the night there then put us through a formal reception and banquet."

"Well if your travel plans hadn't been leaked, we could've simply picked you up in Miami and brought your straight here to avoid all the fuss. However, somebody else wanted a payday. Now as far as most people know, you've gone straight to Kestrel. Nobody knows you're here with us that doesn't need to. The locals will stay away, thanks to my reputation." Rodrick explained.

Duchess Kate had come down with the children and sat next to the Prince. "One of my friends claimed you are a smuggler and possibly a pirate. Is it true that Lyssa seduced you?"

Lyssa and Rodrick both laughed as she sat down on the arm of Rodrick's chair.

"Oh, Rodrick spirited me away in the Moroccan desert!" Lyssa smiled then told a cleaned up version of how they met and went to get drinks.

Prince William asked. "But what were you doing in Morocco, Rodrick?"

"Smuggling." Rodrick grinned then added. "I was doing a favor for a certain agency, usually referred to as Clusterfucks In Action, that wanted a low-profile transport. Two hours after they left, Lyssa and her crew came over the hill. The rest is history."

"That's still romantic, in a way." Duchess Kate giggled.

"Jury is still out on who seduced whom." Lyssa remarked as she brought back drinks for them.

The children were all playing in the middle of the rug while Warlock lay beside Lyssa's feet watching silently as the adults casually chatted. Eventually Lyssa excused herself to begin preparing dinner. Warlock followed and received his food bowl. Lyssa cooked a meal for the children then fed them while the adults' meal was cooked. Minutes before Seven, Warlock signalled the arrival of the guests. Rodrick went to the door and returned with the officers. The men wore simple chinos and dress shirts. Tammy wore a matching skirt and top set. Greetings were exchanged again. Rodrick poured drinks then opened a bottle of wine.

"I believe we're ready." Lyssa announced as she began setting plates on the table.

The smells from the kitchen had been gaining attention and now they were about to discover why. Everyone took their places and Rodrick filled their glasses.

"This looks quite exotic." Prince William said looking at his plate.

Duchess Kate nodded. "Yes and smells wonderful."

Lyssa smiled as she was seated by Rodrick. "This is Arroz con Pato, rice with duck. It's a Peruvian dish."

"Peruvian?" Lieutenant Vance asked.

Rodrick chuckled. "Lyssa picked it up on a gig there."

"I was doing a shoot in Peru, staying in a town called Aguas Calientes. It's in the Machu Pichu area along the Urabamba river. It's mostly for tourists travelling the Incan Trail." Lyssa explained.

The Duchess smiled. "A modelling assignment? What were the clothes?"

"Swimwear." Lyssa answered the added. "An Italian designer. Dolce & Gabbanna."

Wells nodded in recognition of the name. "I'm sure that was fun."

Lyssa gave a non-committal shrug. "The bikinis were good. The shoes they picked, not so much."

"She hated them." Rodrick laughed.

Everyone noticed she didn't immediately deny it.

"I like this!" Traeger said of the dish.

Prince William nodded. "It has a good flavour, but not overpowering the dish."

"I'd like to add this to my own recipe book." Tammy agreed.

Lyssa replied. "I'll give it to you later on. You can substitute chicken for duck if you want, but the difference will be noticed by anyone that has had it before."

Duchess Kate kept looking over to the living room where the children were playing. Warlock lay on the floor by the end of the couch, watching them.

"Highness." Lyssa called over and when she looked. "Please enjoy yourself. Warlock is watching the children, they're perfectly fine."

Prince William nodded in assurance. "Let us enjoy this time away, under their care."

Both Tammy and Jeremy Wells had seen that Lyssa herself was watching the children play, but without being obvious. Her position at the table gave her a full view of the room. Wells used the relaxed setting to inquire of the Royals' activities during the holiday. After dessert, the Duchess looked over to Lyssa.

"Are you planning to dance again soon?" The Duchess asked.

Lyssa nodded. "I'm currently working on the choreography for a production."

"What production will it be?" Prince William asked.

The Duchess looked hopeful. "Swan Lake?"

"I'm sorry, but no. It's called Ascension of a Warrior Princess. It's an original production. I'll be dancing the première in Vienna. For now, this is all secret. I'd very much like it kept confidential, please." Lyssa confided.

Duchess Kate nodded quickly. "Of course! Oh please, Lyssa, could we see a bit of it?"

Rodrick nudged her. "Give 'em a taste."

"I guess I could." Lyssa teased back. "You hold Thing One and Two."

Rodrick laughed and nodded. Lyssa left to go change and stretch. Ten minutes later Rodrick noticed her.

"She's ready. Follow me." Rodrick snagged both twins, who giggled.

The group followed down the hall to the studio. Chairs lined the far wall, which were quickly occupied. Lyssa started the music and took a position. The first song played and she moved with the gentle haunting voice.

"A princess was deposed and lost everything but her most loyal knights. This is while she's in exile." Rodrick informed them.

Lyssa took up a sword and clumsily waved it around, as if it were heavy and unwieldy. The normally graceful and elegant dancer stumbled, almost tripped, as if the sword constantly took her off balance. The lyrics were of sadness, a sadness that was mirrored by her. After a very clumsy swing her sword smacked the floor and broke into pieces. Lyssa collapsed in apparent frustration. Slowly she rose with a look of devastation and danced with grace reaching out above. Dancing in prayer, her prayer was the dance. As the song hit its crescendo, another sword sprung to extension in her hand.

A second song started and Lyssa danced with more grace and precision. The sword now led her into slow and elegant movements. The princess being trained by her new weapon. A dance became a fighting form and the look of understanding came with it. Her moves improved. Soon she began spinning, twirling and even tossing the sword up then catching as she spun on her toe. The training ended with a flourish of sword and Lyssa high en pointe.

A third song began and she slowly stood in a firm position and had a fierce expression. The powerful music had vocals but no actual words, sounding ominous and angry, reflected her posture then she began to dance around, looking over multiple things. Inspecting them and showing her own willingness to fight. A moment later the moves were like she was testing herself against someone. Duelling or sparring. After apparently defeating the opponent she danced around as if gathering people together and stopped. Lyssa raised the sword high and turned, ready to lead a group away as the song ended. Lyssa quickly went back to a centrepoint and curtsied to her audience. They began clapping and stood up for her.

The twins slipped Rodrick's hold and rushed Lyssa to grab her around her legs. The group laughed in amusement of that. Lyssa simply tossed the prop sword to Rodrick and picked the twins up.

"I'm sorry that's all I can show you, but I hope you liked it." Lyssa said.

Tammy's phone vibrated so she excused herself and moved outside. A secure message from Lizzie was waiting.

"A group has just arrived at the hotel and I don't like the look of them. Definitely not a news team."

Tammy quickly typed a reply. "Photo? If you can."

It took a minute for the long range shot to arrive on Tammy's phone.

"Shit!"

She couldn't put a name to them but she had definitely recently seen two of the quartet on Maisie’s True Freedom briefing video.

She wrote: "Lizzie, monitor but do not engage; Absolutely do not engage."

{Continues}

	Tammy Spycraft is a full reworking of Moving On and is now available on Kindle. Tammy's increasingly unhappy with the Security Service and Suzie's just plain bored. Tammy needs a change of direction and Suzie needs to get back to a proper job.
	Don wants to pursue a career in Voice Acting and has been training himself. He's even developed some feminine character voices. What not even his closest friends or Dad know is: the latest feminine voice is destined for higher purpose. Opportunity and one strange chance change his life forever. Not all things in the night go 'bump'. Sometimes you find a voice of light, when you change your dial!

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 7 Gone Fishing Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

Tammy returned to the living room and the concern on her face was obvious. She was surprised to see Krystel there.

"You look like your world just went to shit."

"True Freedom, they've arrived at the hotel in Freeport where Lizzie is staying."

"Feck!" A typical British voice was heard approaching from the hallway.

Lt Colonel Jeremy Wells and one of the Royals' Close Protection officers had now reached the pair. Tammy quickly briefed them.

"We have good evidence that at least two, possibly four, True Freedom operatives are on an adjacent island and I would class their presence as a viable threat. If you weren't already aware, True Freedom were responsible for the damage to our internet connections last Christmas and the closure of UK airspace two years before that."

"And you identified them?" A man in the travel party asked.

Tammy looked over. "It's DC Garston isn't it?"

"I’m now DS Garston, but how do you know me?" The man asked Tammy.

"We have a mutual friend; DCI Sophie Grieves. Returning to your original question, I identified them from a photograph one of my colleagues has sent. Two are known associates of Sharon Gainsborough. Sharon is, as far as I know, currently in prison pending trial on terrorist charges."

"What would you say is the risk to the Royals?"

"None whilst they are on Ram's Rock Island, DS Garston. The four will be kept under observation for now and an eye will be kept for any others who may be in the area. I'll try to get names for the four."

The DS went to brief his own team. "Captain, this is outside my expertise."

"Lt Colonel, I worked on the operation to take down True Freedom last Christmas so it's within my experience but I'll need some help and we'll need to flag this to London immediately. I would like to get some more assets to the hotel - preferably a male and female pair who are trained in counter surveillance and explosives? My operative can't do this alone."

"I will see who we have, well done Captain."

Tammy’s phone had pinged but she kept that to herself for now.

Krystel tapped Tammy's shoulder and put her lips to Tammy's ear. "With me. Now."

Tammy followed Krystel back to the hangars, entering the main hangar. They stopped at a wall.

"From here does not exist. You tell no one." Krystel gave her a firm look. "This is where you say Aye, Ma'am."

"Aye, Ma'am."

A hidden panel was opened to reveal a biometric lock. Tammy couldn't see what was done, but a moment later the wall itself moved outward.

"Come on down, Tammy, I'll need your phone."

They descended a dark stairwell and through a second biometric door. Tammy stopped and looked around in awe. Behind a thick glass wall was a super array. The main room itself had screens on one wall, white boards on another and maps on another. A large table dominated the center of the room with blocks stacked up at the corner of it. The surface of the table was a dry-erase board like those on the walls.

To Tammy the immediate space resembled the incident room at Room 40 in London but on a different scale. Condensed and streamlined. It wasn't for catering to the comfort of high class pricks and those who argued policy, this was a definitely a War room.

Tammy looked to the glass wall and behind it. "Is that an array?"

"Yes it is and it's about to start work. Where's your girl?" Krystel asked.

"Ocean Front Hostel." Tammy answered. "It was cheap and Lizzie doesn't really have an expense budget. I gave her some money before she flew out, but she’s funding her hotel out of her own account for now."

Krystel was working her keyboard and the main monitor displayed the inside of a building. "I have their lobby cameras. Backing up the footage."

"THERE!" Tammy said as a group of men appeared.

Krystel adjusted to a still of the men facing the camera and highlighted their faces. "Running recognition."

"This place is incredible. I had no idea you had anything like this." Tammy commented.

Krystel continued to work. "Yeah, and you're going to forget it as soon as you walk out."

The radio next to Krystel called out Rodrick's voice. "Anybody seen Captain Smart?"

Krystel grabbed it and answered. "She went to the Head and took her phone. I'll tell her to find you when she comes out."

"Copy that." Rodrick answered.

The main monitor then displayed the men individually with photos from identification documents then file photos. A moment later a printer began feeding paper. Krystel grabbed the pages and stuck them into a folder.

A phone rang and Krystel answered it on speaker. "Go."

"I take it Tammy is with you?" Kimberly asked.

Krystel answered. "Aye, Ma'am. Her girl is running solo at Ocean View without a budget. Can you call them?"

"No problem. What's the story on the bad guys?"

Krystel answered. "Tango Foxtrot assets. I'll send Tammy up with a file. Do I make them uncomfortable, unwelcome or ready to disappear?"

"Ready to disappear, but we'll let the Brits do it. Send me a copy. Out." Kimberly replied then disconnected.

Krystel escorted Tammy to the exit. She quickly rushed to the hanger restrooms. She took advantage of the facilities and was greeted by a welcoming committee when she came out.

“Finally!”

Krystel had come out as well and was stood with the owner of the remark. “Hey, Rodrick, you try having a smaller bladder.”

“Requisition a retrofit, Tammy.”

Tammy walked up to him, holding the folder and pocketing her phone. “With respect, I used my time in there coming up with a plan. Last I heard, the males of this species couldn’t multi-task.”

"Kim lies too." Rodrick snarked.

A cough from the Lieutenant Colonel brought the jesting to a halt.

“If you’re done, Captain?”

“Sir, I believe we’re in a position to outline a plan and move personnel into a forward position? I needed somewhere to examine restricted information and that space fitted my requirement.” She pointed at the folder. “Perhaps we can find a suitable space?”

“Indeed.”

“Also, Sir, I would like to involve our hosts and their assets. They know the islands and waters around here better than anyone on our team and may be able to identify issues or suggest improvements.”

“I’ll remind you that I get to sign off any plan?”

Tammy bit into her tongue. She nodded but thought better than to answer back. Their hosts were very capable of mounting an offensive on the terrorists but had allowed Tammy to run with it – for now. What she hoped was that Wells’ remark was aimed at the others present and not at herself, but she had no way to know just now and the Lt Col could primarily be looking to protect his own arse at Tammy’s expense.

They reconvened in the British briefing room, where Tammy was instructed to lead the meeting. She recognised most, but not all faces in the room.

“Good evening everyone, we have a problem. Four terrorists belonging to the European group True Freedom have been identified in Freeport. We have them under limited surveillance, but my operative has no backup and no weapons so is keeping a low profile. We need a multi-faceted plan in order to remove the threat, a threat that could scupper our whole operation.”

She paused, reaching for a bottle of water on the table.

“My first concern is to support my operative, one who has to sleep in the same hotel and is neither an intelligence officer nor special forces member. They are, however, a member of the British Armed Forces and can follow orders. The second objective is to remove these operatives from the area. That can be achieved with or without malice and I suggest we develop plans to address both scenarios.”

Tammy took another sip whilst checking for any interruptions, especially from the Lieutenant Colonel.

“The subjects were last seen in the foyer of a hotel in Freeport with easy access to the harbour and thankfully we now have names for all four, but not much more. One of the quartet is known to be an explosives expert and another is described as a master boatman. The other two are unknown to intelligence agencies at this time.

"We believe all speak both German and English however they have been heard talking in German and this may be in order to disguise their conversation. What we do already know is that they flew on separate ticketing over two days via Havana and London, only meeting at the hotel. We have to assume that they have access to firearms and explosives. Any questions?”

There weren’t any, but Lt Col Wells took Tammy to one side, out of earshot of the rest of the British contingent present.

“You have a plan, Captain?”

“Indeed, Lt Colonel. We need eyes on the quartet so I would like three pairs to travel as tourists. One pair can meet my operative, the other pairs don’t. Added to that I would like two of our boats, each with four personnel, available at very short notice, perhaps supported by a mother ship?”

“This is very resource demanding, Captain?”

“Yes, Sir, but I envisage we’ll be able to stand down within forty-eight hours.”

“On what basis?”

“These operatives won’t want to be exposed or identified and will be under orders to get their job done then get out. It won’t take long for them to realise the Principals are on Kestrel Island - but what if they’re not?”

“What do you mean?”

“Once we have our personnel in place, perhaps we can send two helos across to Kestrel Island, leaving one there then fly to Freeport for some supplies? The helo crew should keep quiet but ensure the Royal Standard is flying from the helo; it’s a little subterfuge but it could spur them into moving at a time when we’re ready and perhaps they are not.”

“So you’ll need half of the defence force to carry this out?”

“For two days.”

“And what of the Royals?”

“They stay here, on Ram's Rock, for an extra day or so. I doubt that will be objectionable?”

“So you speak for the Royal Family now?”

Tammy laughed. “Seriously? Feel free to ask the Prince.”

“I don’t expect to be spoken to like that?”

“Then don’t ask me a dumb question, I did warn you back in London that I don’t like being played.”

“Well, I’m minded to refuse your plan.”

“It should go to the Colonel, and Sir Thomas Addington.”

“I’m the ranking officer and I decide where this goes. You will do as I say.”

“Sir, if you refuse to authorise this plan, or any similar plan, to neutralize the threat, then there are two possible alternative outcomes: Firstly that you accept the requirement to closely monitor the threat and hope our Principals have a safe vacation. With that option there is a very real risk of being wrong-footed? Alternatively you send them back to London without a vacation, just to be safe. A wrong call would never be forgiven by Her Majesty, by the press or by the British Public. To put it simply, they will move when either they're ready or we're not."

“That is not your decision to make.”

“If you recall, I was not here to be your Captain, I was here to provide support to your team and the hosts. I haven’t been removed from that second role as it’s way above your pay scale.”

“I’ll have you confined to barracks for that attitude – I was also warned.”

"Sir, I could just quit and there would be nothing that you could do about it. That leaves me with the assets and ability to carry out what you won't authorise regardless of your objections."

“What about your Commission?”

“I don’t have one – my rank is irrelevant and, so far as my work here is concerned, non-essential. Oh, before I forget, Sir Thomas has already taken my plan to the PM for authority to use malice against these terrorists.”

“You went over my head?”

“Strictly speaking I went around it, my operative was already in contact with him.”

“So my hands are tied, I won’t forget this Captain Smart!”

“If it helps, have a word with Sean MacTaggart, that's if he doesn’t call you first? Anyway, let’s go and select the men and women who are going to carry this plan out?”

Wells tactfully sat and allowed Tammy to proceed. He was temporarily distracted by his phone and Tammy saw him shake his head at the message.

"Okay everyone, I believe we have just received permission to take out this team with whatever means are necessary. It is essential that, however this is achieved, that there is no implication that the Royals, the British Government nor anyone present on this island are involved. A clean and swift execution of the task is an absolute requirement. Do you understand?"

A few laughs at Tammy's use of language but many "Aye, Ma'am" responses.

"Excellent, have the Lieutenants decided on operational teams and back up teams?"

She called them forward and made notes, fully accepting that the squad leaders knew their team members better than her. Tammy made one change, however.

"I'd like Lance Corporals Gaynor & Taylor to liaise directly with my existing team member in Freeport and to be free to fly out this evening."

"You originally asked for male and female pairings, Ma'am?"

"I did but from my experience three girls can get closer to a target without spooking them. I still want two mixed pairs for the resort support teams though. Secondly, I want two crews of four in response boats."

She spotted Rodrick lurking at the back of the room and waved him forward.

"Sir, I am suggesting that we could do with a mothership that can sit off Freeport? Would you have something available?"

Rodrick nodded. "For the go-fast boats; use could use mine and Carl's. For a support vessel use the cruiser."

Commander Traeger named off the crews for the go-fast boats. Lieutenant Vance selected personnel for the support boat but not a pilot for it.

"Carl can skipper the cruiser, Geoff. Pete can fly your girls in." Rodrick suggested then called over his radio. "Eddie, one mike launch on the Bell. Pete fly in Smart's people. Carl get to the Cruiser and prep to support the go-fast boat crews. Lay off the hotel ten miles."

Three responses of "Aye, Aye, Skipper." followed.

Tammy nodded and took the allocated six, four women and two men, to one side for a briefing.

"My contact at the Ocean Front Hostel is a Flight Lieutenant of the RAF on detachment to me, but will hopefully shortly be transferred to my unit, Broadsword. She is here undercover as a civilian and only has basic training in self defence and firearms. She is also not trained in intelligence or surveillance so is somewhat out of her depth. Having said that, she's coping and is sending me useful intel.

She pointed at the four who would survey the harbour area.

“You should not interact with the girls who are with my contact and should make no attempt to speak to any of the three. You don’t need to know what she looks like or her name. We’ll get you into a separate hotel for that reason. All communication is to go back to here. Civvies now please.”

Tammy dismissed the four.

"Now - Gaynor & Taylor, your first names please?"

"Lesley Gaynor,"

"Josie Taylor."

"Okay, Lesley and Josie, I'd like you to fly out as soon as possible to meet Lizzie, Elizabeth Harrison. We'll get you booked into the same hotel as her. I'll need you dressed as civvies in thirty minutes! We'll organise a charge card for you."

Kimberly spoke up. "No need. You'll have pre-paid two day stays within ten minutes. Your asset is already taken care of on that front as well."

The girls offered no questions and darted back to their bunks to change out of their green vest and shorts.

Tammy was feeling the pressure but thankfully she had support. Fifteen minutes later a helo flight had been prepared but Lesley Gaynor was approaching with a concerned look.

"Sorry, Ma'am. but what do we do about weapons? In case we have to defend your operative?"

"Doesn't the armourer have pistols?"

"None to spare for us, we were assigned MP5 rifles. Certainly no good for this work."

"Let's see what the locals can offer?"

"Sir, we seem to be short some arms." Tammy said to Rodrick and indicated the two women.

Rodrick whistled then called out. "Pete! Get these two strapped!"

"Aye Aye!" Pete called back and waved the three to him. He went over to a cage and opened it.

Two pistols were selected.

"Sig Sauer P224, chambered for .357 rounds." Pete informed them then pulled two cylinders and screwed them onto the barrels."Silencers. And you get five magazines of jacketed hollowpoints. Will that do?"

"Yes, Sir." Both answered.

Pete nodded. "Get your shit wired, we launch in five mikes."

The men weren't happy to be issued knives, but Tammy corrected them quickly.

"Where are you going to hide a firearm if you're in shorts and a sweaty shirt? The girls will have bags."

-o-

By eight that evening all six had left Ram's Rock Island and were on their way to Freeport.

"Okay Lizzie, you'll have support soon. Keep an eye out for a red head and a blonde, the red head has an anchor tattoo on her right hip."

"Thanks Tammy, I'm not really trained for this."

"I know, we all know, but you've done a great job so far. What's the latest?"

"They've been down to the commercial pontoons and it seems they're after one or two fast boats. My German isn't great but I'm sure they have two European boat licences between them."

"Any idea when they're sailing?"

"Tomorrow sometime."

"Okay, Lesley and Josie should be landing in half an hour. We'll try to get you back soon."

"Some money would be helpful? My RAF salary didn't go into my account."

"I'll get onto it. Don't worry about the room though."

It was well gone midnight back in the UK so Tammy thought it would be inappropriate to start calling people. She dropped Colonel Sean MacTaggart a text message querying Lizzie's pay. He phoned a few seconds later.

"They did WHAT?"

"No salary, uncle, and she's stuck on a tropical island fending for herself!"

"Not forgetting she's also found four terrorists as well as identifying an undiplomatic idiot. I'll make some loud noises and we'll make a payment to her as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

"Now, where are the Royals?"

"Staying here tonight, as planned, but most of the close protection team has left for Kestrel Island. We'll relocate the Royals in the morning just as soon as it's safe. They are being well looked after."

"I don't doubt it. Mason and his staff may seem like they're mad, but they know exactly what they're doing. Jeremy knows that, but he wants to play it safer now that he's in charge. I need to make some calls then get to sleep."

"Thank you, Sir, and good night."

Tammy decided she'd done enough and went to have a shower before dropping into a micro skirt and barely-there top. She was a woman, not a uniform, and needed to remind herself that she was entitled to downtime. Plus, she may have to go onsite; better to do so undercover, as it were.

Lizzie called at ten.

"They've picked up the keys for their boats, and all four are in black."

"Can you describe the boats?"

"Josie has gone to take a photo, she would send it to you but she hasn't got a secure phone. I'll forward it.

"Okay, where are the other teams?"

"No idea, I was told not to talk to them?"

"Damn, okay, my fail."

"They've pulled their lines in, they're off."

Tammy phoned Wells to meet her before heading for the hanger. "I need help!"

"The boss is up, we'll get him for you."

"Is there any decent coffee?"

"Sure, it's good for the late shift!"

Wells looked Tammy up and down. "You're out of uniform!"

"I had a chance of a shower after marching up and down and saluting all day but threw this on to be ready to go on-site. If you're more interested in criticising me than the operation update I have then fine - but you'll take responsibility for any personnel lost."

Coffee arrived, with Rodrick, a minute or so later. Tammy brought him up to date.

"Go-fast boats; white with three blue stripes. Everybody knows them, those belong to Johnny Goodman. A.K.A Johnny Goodtimes. Crew all in black, don't seem too bad to me, Tammy."

"Yeah, but I think we need to ask them a few questions - preferably before the boats sink in unexplained circs?"

"About that."

"Problem?"

"Capture your bad guys, keep the boats intact. Johnny's an honest guy, running a legit business. He's a friend." Rodrick said.

"Works for me."

Wells didn't look happy as he looked at Rodrick. "So many ways this could go wrong, Mason."

"I'm about to get us some privacy." Rodrick said then began dialling his phone on speaker and said when the call connected. "BENNY STILES! You moose-lipped cornflake-looking cock-bite! How's it going?"

The voice on the other end groaned. "Not YOU. What the hell do you want?"

"Oh nothing big; just two drug-running go-fast boats sunk." Rodrick answered.

Wells eyes went wide.

Benny growled. "WHAT go-fast boats?"

"The same ones you sunk two years ago." Rodrick chuckled.

Benny was silent for a minute then asked. "Why?"

Rodrick grinned and replied. "Because there's a box of Inez's special reserve in it for you. I'll even throw in two bottles of screech for the mortar crew to pop off a pair of flares."

"You really are an asshole, Ramrod. Fine, deal. When?" Benny asked.

Rodrick smiled in triumph. "About two hours. Make it real good and they'll be delivered around nine-hundred by somebody cute and sassy in a bikini and high heels."

"Your wife'll kill you first." Benny replied.

"Not the wife." Rodrick looked at Tammy and grinned. "Somebody else."

"DEAL!" Benny replied and disconnected.

Rodrick turned to Wells. "And now; everybody and their boat-owning brother will stay away for the rest of the night. Courtesy of the U.S. Coast Guard."

"I forgot how mental you are Rodrick." Wells shook his head.

Rodrick asked. "You mean bribing a Coast Guard cutter to pretend to sink two imaginary boats?"

"Imaginary?" Tammy asked.

Rodrick nodded. "I guess you didn't catch it. I told him the boats they sank two years ago. I also told him to make it good. Here's what they're going to do. They'll get on the radio, open channel, and make a lot of fuss. Calling out to two boats. Everybody with a radio on will hear it. They'll order them to heave-to, then caution them to heave-to or be fired upon. Announce they gave warning shots and repeat the order. Then they finally announce they are firing on the boats. Everybody hears all this. Those out of port are going to see two flares light up the sky. Flares so the boats can be seen and targeted."

"And while all that is going on?" Wells asked.

Tammy smiled. "We'll be taking care of our terrorist problem. Also, the boats hired by the news crews will go back to port. They won't want to be mistaken for a drug boat. Word will spread and all rentals will deny letting any more boats out for the same reason."

"This is the Bermuda Triangle, Jeremy. Strange goes on here. Pay-offs, rip-offs and things nobody saw." Rodrick grinned.

When Tammy finished finalizing plans, she was intercepted by Kimberly and given a small black case.

"You know how to use this by now." Kimberly said

Tammy opened the case to see four pre-filled syringes. "Definitely. Pop off the cap and jab them in the arse. I just forgot what you call it."

"Twilight Zone. Return what you don't use and don't discard the used." Kimberly instructed and nodded for her to go.

-o-

By 2100 various crews were heading out. Tammy and Maisie were flown into Freeport by Pete, passing low over Kestrel Island before swinging towards Freeport. Their flight was adorned by pennants bearing the Royal Crest, clearly visible as they overflew the harbour.

Tammy's phone rang as she disembarked.

"Was that one of our choppers, Tammy?"

"Yes, I just landed."

"Well, the two boats are back - they just tied up."

"Okay, where are you?"

"At the end of the pontoons."

"Walk towards me, we'll find a bar."

It was another fifteen minutes before they met up, Lizzie was still in company with Lesley and Josie.

"Okay, what did you see?"

"It seems they went out to get a feel for the boats. They weren't stressed when they returned and were chatting in German; Lesley?"

"Do you mind if we call you Tammy, Ma'am?"

"I'm hardly an officer at the moment. You've met Maisie before?" Tammy put her right hand forward so her engagement ring could be seen, Maisie followed suit.

"Oh, congratulations! When's the wedding?"

"Later in the year, probably on a beach. What were they saying?"

"That the test went well and they should get some rest before their equipment is delivered."

"That sounds like an early hours departure, with hardware?"

"My thoughts too, Tammy. What are we going to do?"

"We're going to let them sail, exactly as planned."

"Ma'am?"

"Girls, we don't want to create an incident here or the authorities might start taking a serious look towards Ram's Rock Island? Your role here is to monitor the four we know about and to watch out for any one else."

"Understood."

"How come you speak German, Lesley?"

"I was based in Germany for a couple of years before I joined my current lot. I made an effort to learn the language and culture so I could spend time in any of the cities in North West Germany, enjoying the nightlife."

"Nightlife?"

"Gay bars, I'm lesbian."

"Oh, okay."

Tammy spotted a snarl from Josie. "What's up?"

"Nothin'."

"Let me guess, you're not supposed to have relationships in the, er, unit?"

"No, or at least not bloody announce it."

"I'm cool, and feel free to enjoy each-others' company."

"What about the other guys?"

"They are being picked up shortly, the plan has changed, so your privacy is guaranteed until at least the morning."

"Really?"

"Yes. Let's hit the hotel bar to see if we can learn anything new?" She reached for Maisie's hand, making it obvious. "Josie, Lesley, you too!"

Lizzie led the way but they entered the lobby of Ocean View.

"I thought you were in the Ocean Front Hostel?"

"The lobby caught me a few hours back and told me my bill had been settled, in fact they said they would put some money back on my card, and I was being moved here. My room would be relocated for me."

Lizzie went to the desk to collect her key card and there seemed to be a problem. Tammy left the other girls and walked across.

"Ah, hello Miss Smart, welcome."

"Thank you, what's the problem?"

"We've allocated you the penthouse suite with the harbour view, per request by Elegant Executive."

"Excellent, we'll need five cards?"

"Of course."

"Do you have any luggage?"

"My partner and I have just our carry-on bags. I think the other girls were in the front?"

"We were told about them as well, we'll send a porter to collect their bags."

"No worries, the girls have some personal items that they would rather take care of."

Tammy sent Lesley and Josie to empty their room after making sure they had access to the penthouse suite.

The view was excellent and they could easily see the harbour although binoculars or a camera would be needed for a close view of the furthest pontoons.

Tammy decided to shower and change into PJs before the other girls returned, suggesting to Maisie and Lizzie they did the same. She called room service and asked for jugs of non-alcoholic fruit cocktail and nibbles to be sent up. That arrived about the same time as Lesley and Josie.

"Okay girls, we're going to have a pyjama party and then get four hours sleep. Get your carbs and vitamin C then find a bed."

-o-

Tammy's encrypted radio beeped at 2.30am. She reached in her bag and answered.

"Tango Mike to Command, responding?"

"There is activity on the pontoon."

Tammy lifted her camera and pointed the long lens to the far side of the harbour.

"I see them, four on two boats plus there's two more males on the pontoon."

"Confirmed, we have video."

Tammy was puzzled. "You do? How?"

"A drone. Blackstar is piloting it. He said it's an older one. It's giving us great imagery all the same."

"Oh. Carry on then. We'll get ready here." Tammy replied and signed off.

Tammy took her photos but the conditions weren't ideal. She went in search of the other girls.

"Action time! Get your weapons. Lesley you're with me. Maisie and Josie, wait here for five minutes then head out. Maisie has a radio for you. It's a little early for jogging but we're stupid Brits adjusting to jetlag, okay?"

"Yes, boss."

"Lizzie, I have a two-way radio for you too. Stay here and photograph anything that looks out of place, we'll edit ourselves out of any official record. Oh, and use that special receiver to look for anything new."

"Understood."

Tammy and Maisie had chosen a logo'd Ms Fitness PT kit in bright blue and white, the SAS girls had plain white t-shirts and green shorts. Tammy's bum bag was a little heavy but necessary.

Down on the street they started to jog down to the harbour access road, spotting a dark minivan parked partly obscured. Tammy couldn't see anyone in it but assumed there was.

She reached for her phone and sent Maisie a text.

"Need a distraction - minivan on access road."

"Ack."

Tammy and Lesley ran past the minivan, but kept as far away as the roadway allowed. They stopped as they rounded a corner. In the near distance Tammy could see the two males returning from the pontoon and the minivan driver had now slid open the side door to receive them.

Maisie and Josie however were having a full on argument barely twenty metres from the van and caused the two males to move away as Josie went to fake slap Maisie.

Tammy took the opportunity to move up to the van, her silencer was fixed on the P224 as a precaution but she stabbed him with one of the syringes that Kimberly had provided. The driver, caught unaware, was quickly pulled into the open door once Lesley moved up.

Maisie and Josie now attacked the two males, knocking them down and unconscious. Tammy joined them to pull the pair to the van before using cable ties to secure them.

A search of the van revealed a few weapons, as did a search of the males. One started to come round.

"What?"

"How about you tell us what you supplied to the Germans?"

"I know nothing!"

Tammy pointed her P224 at the other male, also now stirring. The Silencer was very obvious.

"Let me guess, he's your business partner in the coffee trade?" Tammy asked prodding his crotch with the muzzle.

"Err."

"Once again; what did you supply?"

"Two grenade launchers, a dozen grenades, four Uzis and a box of magazines. Nine millimeter Luger ammunition."

"What were they planning to do?"

"It doesn't matter to us."

"Typical. Jab him." Said and tossed Maisie an syringe.

Maisie injected him, while Tammy injected the last man.

"Sleep well, now let's lock up the van, they can be found later."

They ran around the block to generate a sweat before returning to the hotel.

Tammy used her radio.

"Tango Mike to Command."

"Go ahead Tango Mike."

"The suppliers were somewhat helpful. A pair of grenade launchers, a dozen grenades and a brace of Uzis were handed over."

"Understood. Intercept teams and support vessel are in position, out."

She next phoned Pete. "Are you awake?"

"I am now."

"Okay, Maisie and myself are coming to see you. We'll be an hour."

"Understood."

The girls showered and Tammy opted for a summer frock over a bikini.

"What are we doing?"

"Well, Josie, how about the pair of you plus Lizzie enjoy the penthouse for the next few days, all paid, keeping an eye out for anyone else who wants to upset us?"

"Just like that?"

"Yes, it's how I work. I'll pop back in a couple of days to see how it's going."

"Oh, what about our unit?"

"You're detached to my command for the duration of this operation. As far as I see it, you'll return to Ram's Rock Island when the principals have left the area."

"Oh, thank you!"

"No trouble. Maisie, let's go watch some fireworks.”

Tammy and Maisie arrived at the heliport and went straight to the Bell. Pete saw them and began start up. By the time the girls were strapped in, he had clearance to take off. Minutes later he slowed down then hovered over a pair of boats. The same boats Tammy had observed.

Pete radioed in. "RamAir Helo to Goodtime Charters. Come in Goodtime Charters. You there Johnny?"

"Yeah. I'm here. Pete?" A tired voice answered.

"Affirmative. Johnny did you charter your Chris-craft go-fast boats?" Pete asked.

Johnny replied. "Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Something's going on Johnny. I'm hovering over them now. No crew or dive flags in sight. Looks like they're lashed together but not anchored. Better come out and check on them." Pete said and gave the coordinates.

After a few profanities Johnny answered back. "I'm on the way. Bastards, if they damaged my boats; I hope they drowned!"

"Good luck, Johnny. Out." Pete said then resumed his heading and said to Tammy. "Now Johnny gets his boats back in one piece. No muss, no fuss."

Thirty minutes prior, as reported to Tammy:

A drone was keeping a close eye on the pair of Chris-craft Stingers as they left the berth and exited the harbour. The drivers were clearly unfamiliar with the local waters as they were fixed on the instrument panels. Meanwhile the passengers were doing their best as lookouts for anything ahead, but without night-vision equipment they could only see so far. They could see a cruiser that seemed to be dead-ahead and closing. A voice called out to them.

"Ahoy! Unidentified vessels, heave-to! HEAVE-TO! THIS IS THE COAST GUARD! HEAVE-TO AND BE IDENTIFIED!"

Before they could react and evade, two more boats leaped from the darkness and pressed close, men jump aboard and pointed rifles at them.

"HEAVE TO!" The leader of each group of men ordered.

Four against eight were poor odds, even worse when the eight were already prepared to shoot and the four weren't. The drivers had already pulled back the throttles to idle and put their hands up as soon as the vessels were secure, the passengers followed by example. One at a time the four terrorists were walked up onto the bow and checked for additional weapons then secured by the wrists.

The boats were drifting together and Carl called out to the men.

"Lash them together." Carl instructed.

One of the terrorists shouted angrily, without any trace of a German accent. "YOU ARE NOT THE BLOODY COAST GUARD!"

"Noticed that, Mate?" A Royal Marine chuckled.

The boats were lashed together and the terrorists were taken aboard the cruiser. Several S.A.S. were aboard and secured the men. The S.B.S. teams climbed back aboard their boats and drifted back.

"What about those boats, Carl? We just leave them to drift?" Lieutenant Vance asked.

Carl turned the cruiser about. "Not really."

As they powered away Carl called over the radio. "Triton to Piper, Triton to Piper. Come in."

"Piper here, go Triton." Pete called back.

"Fish in the net, make the call." Carl said and gave coordinates.

Pete answered back. "Roger that. RTB, Triton. Just picking up my passengers."

"Ack. Triton, out." Carl replied and powered away from the boats.

Vance looked over. "Triton?"

Carl laughed. "Back in the day; me and my surfing buddies were called the Sons of Poseidon. I won the name Triton."

Carl reached under the seat and brought out a conch shell and blew it like a horn.

Vance shrugged. "I guess it could be worse."

"We were a bunch of snot-nosed thirteen year old surfer punks, we did everything we could to be cool." Carl laughed. "Must've worked, we won contests and got laid a lot!"

One of the other S.A.S. gunners chuckled. "That's some story, Mate."

"It's why I joined the Navy. The sea protected me, so I protected it." Carl said firmly. "I paid my debt for the name I flaunted. The sea god knew I would make good. I was deemed worthy and proved it."

Vance looked over to the four terrorists. "We just have to deal with this trash now."

"Talk to the Boss. He can tell you a good place for that." Carl commented and focused on his course. "Johnny'll have his boats back in an hour or so."

"Sounds like a good friend." Vance remarked.

Carl continued to look ahead. "Years ago, Johnny lived in Miami and worked on Thunderboat Row. One day this Dude came up."

"Dude?" Vance asked.

Carl nodded. "Yeah, there's always a Dude. Back to the story. Dude comes up. Says he wants Johnny to run for him. Johnny knows the dude by sight, not name. He knew he was bad news. Johnny tells him no way. Dude tells him no choice and points. Johnny looks and sees his wife and kids in the back of a car. Dude went and snatched Johnny's kids out of school like it was nothing. Johnny made the run. Nobody could catch him. His boat could even out run Reggie Fountain. He gets to the dock and they get the dope off his boat. Johnny says "Yeah, I ran your shit. Gimme my wife and kids and never come back'."

"Did they?" Vance asked.

"The fuck blew their brains out right there on the dock all over Johnny's boat, popped him in the chest and stole his boat." Carl glared.

The men all looked angry at the revelation. Carl wasn't done.

"Story don't end there. They shot Johnny, didn't kill him. That's where they really screwed up. Johnny came back. Built the best boat there was for three years running. He chased down his old boat. Caught it too. Gunned down dude's hard boys. He already knew where they were going and dumped the dope overboard. Then he loaded it up with gas cans and explosives. It took some doing but he got that boat to the drop and turned it loose. It went up and took a bunch of those guys with it. Johnny roared in and managed to grab the Dude. Nobody saw him ever again. Six months later, Johnny set up his charter service here." Carl finished.

Vance shook his head. "That's some story."

"All true. Johnny sold that boat to the D.E.A. for a million dollars. They caught every boat they chased for three years. Some asshole shot it up and blew the engines. Word has it he found out who the runners were and they disappeared. Boats, too. Johnny won't build boats any more. For anybody, for any price. Nobody messes with Johnny or his boats. All the major players avoid him like the plague. He tips us off to any new players and we tip off the Feds and Coasties." Carl said.

Soon they approached Ram's Rock and were flagged to the beach instead of the dock. Rodrick, Jeremy Wells and Geoff Traeger awaited them. Carl bailed off as they boarded and backed away. An hour and a half later the boat returned, without the terrorists.

The S.B.S. and S.A.S. teams immediately went over to Kestrel island and searched it again, most returning just after nine that morning once a guard had been established.

Tammy hoped that would mean a return to a quiet existence, but first she had a task.

{Continues}

	Diminishing Returns is the third book in the Unaccounted Gains series. Heather and Sophie are now living full time in Cornwall but trouble follows them. An intern is brought on board just as Heather is preparing for her surgery.
	Larry a bullied sophomore in High School finds two new friends in his Home Ec. class. Together the boy and two girls design costumes in anime maid style and provide treats for a booth at the mall. The trio discover a real knack for treat-making and win over not only their school, but also the town in a sweet coming of age story.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 8 Challenges and Contests Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

Good Friday

Everything was in hand for the mid-morning short flight to Kestrel and half of the close protection team had gone ahead whilst the joint SAS/SBS teams were ordered to maintain their effective surveillance and interception work.

Despite all of this the remaining Close Protection team were still jumpy, even after being informed at 0700 that the terrorist unit had been removed from Freeport to an undisclosed processing centre.

The Royals, however, were quite satisfied that their risk level had sunk to an acceptable level and were anxious to finally reach their holiday island. They were waiting, briefly, as their helicopter was having final checks mid morning. Prince William allowed a himself to whistle as a young woman in a bikini walking back from the boat dock, carrying her heels. A knife hung from her left hip.

The Duchess admonished him, then realised who the young woman was.

“Captain Smart, is that you?”

“Tammy, Highness. I’m not in my usual uniform as I wasn’t, strictly speaking, representing the Crown.”

“Tell me, what happened – no-one will tell me?”

“There were some rather questionable individuals who didn’t have the correct documentation for the US Coast Guard, it would seem. I’ve just been to liaise with them, representing Lord Mason as he seems to be on terms with them.”

“And that’s his uniform?”

Tammy smiled. “I’ve never seen him in one, Highness. I'm sure Lady Mason would pay quite well to see him like this!”

The two royals began laughing in agreement.

"Please excuse me, I need to report back to Lord Mason?" Tammy asked and curtsied.

Prince William nodded. "Of course."

Tammy put her shoes back on before stepping onto concrete and walked into the main hangar. Several whistles went out and Rodrick waved her over.

"How'd it go with the Coasties?" Rodrick grinned.

Tammy shook her head. "They took pictures with me. Just what was in that box and bottles?"

"The box was cigars. Very special cigars. Inez is the sweetest lil' ole lady from Cuba you could ever meet and she adores Eddie. Can't speak a word of English, but she makes the best cigars. Her special reserve costs two grand for a box of thirty. The booze is called Screech. Hundred and ninety proof rum. It's the Caribbean version of moonshine and you can't get it in the States. Just like the cigars, you have to know somebody to get it." Rodrick explained.

Tammy sighed. "I think they may have picked up extra crew. There's no way that many people could serve on that ship."

"Some are only part time." Rodrick laughed.

Wells frowned. "Perhaps now would be a good time to get changed, Captain."

Tammy looked down at the pink bikini. True it was rather skimpy, complete with thong back bottom and the narrow triangle top covered only her nipples, as it had come from Lyssa. "Are you kidding? This is a Valentino and she said I could keep it and the heels!"

Tammy had been told that the heels were actually a gift from Tiffany. They were a bright pink with gold heels, from Casadei, and quite pricey.

Jeremy looked as if he was about to explode, but Rodrick cut in.

"Lyssa got a contract with Valentino. The company that makes those shoes wanted her too, but she already gets shoes. I thought they were sexy as hell, but she won't wear them in public. It's a model thing." Rodrick pretended to not understand then nudged Jeremy. "Me and Big Benny go way way back. We used to prowl and growl in Team Four. Until he got a shotgun wedding! That little girl of his has him wrapped around her finger, so he joined the coasties and gave up all forms of fun. She is the spitting image of LouAnn, he can't tell her no. They give him all kinds of shit at the reunions."

Rodrick was called from the office and went up.

"So what did the terrorists have to say?" Tammy asked.

Wells looked agitated. "Not much as it seems they hadn’t been told more than was necessary. The name Kyle Fielding came up, one of the debrief team recognised the name but said he was Special Forces?"

"Bugger, sorry Sir, it’s complicated. Firstly he was, formerly, a New Zealand Special Boat Services operative. I first met him on a UK military course a few years ago then later on, last year, he taught my diving course. More recently he had become a major problem, to me and the army in general. I'm told he was debriefed, demoted and deported back to New Zealand. The Colonel will have more information, but what I have told you is sensitive and not to be shared." Tammy answered.

Wells nodded. "I'll update him, selectively. Get changed and report to the briefing room for the rest."

Half an hour later, in uniform and a subdued look, Tammy sat with the officers in the briefing room.

"The terrorists gave up all they had. Dieter Gunter was a sailor for a while but the lure of bigger money won him over. He was rather proficient with boats and had operated one of the boats used to cut the cables over Christmas. Mustafa Kurragh hailed from Libya. Apparently he experienced discrimination and held all of Great Britain responsible. He trained in several terror training camp but preferred to freelance so he could pursue his own agenda. Offerfrock and Schooner were guns for hire. They worked for some group named Fourani then continued under True Freedom when they took over." Wells explained pointing to each picture on the board.

Traeger asked. "So these were just hired help?"

"Be that as it may, they were a valid threat." Wells reminded.

One of the S.A.S. Sergeants spoke up. "Did they mention a back-up team?"

Wells shook his head. "They did not. Since our observer produced results I have determined they stay in place with the additional personnel to expand coverage. Also as the party is now proceeding to Kestrel Island, I want observation on the island there around the clock. Traeger, your men will continue marine coverage. Smart, your team will be on the island. However, I want them invisible to the party. Use all your skills."

Tammy received a nod from Vance. "Yes, Sir."

"Are you wanting our patrols to be low observable?" Traeger asked.

Wells shook his head. "No. Better that your patrols be very visible away from the Royals. That will discourage the media from trying to land on the island."

Rodrick was noticed at the doorway, so Wells asked. "Is there something Rodrick?"

"Yeah. You're going to LOVE this one." Rodrick grinned.

Traeger groaned. "Dear god, what now?"

"RamAir was asked to charter a helo." Rodrick said then added. "The job came from a guy with The Mirror. He wants to fly over three islands, including where the Royals are on vacation!"

Wells slapped a file onto the table. "That's just wonderful!"

"Oh it gets better. He said he'd pay after he gets the pictures." Rodrick laughed. "I told him nobody works like that. He hung up on me. I called the other charters and warned them, so now there’s no flights for him."

Wells sighed. "I'll take any victories I can."

"Then I'll give you two more. Nobody is taking people out at night since there seems to be an up-tick in drug-runs and the Coasties are shooting first. Here's the other: Johnny Goodtimes had a talk with all the major boat charters. Nobody will charter to people wanting to chase royals or no specific plan. According to Johnny the credit card those guys used was no good." Rodrick explained.

Wells nodded. "I understand. It won't stop everyone, but it will hamper most. The truly determined will find a way."

"It may not seem like much, but it helps more than you think." Rodrick said.

Wells thought about it for a moment then said aloud. "I'll take all the help we can get."

"You got some good people working on this, Jeremy. Let them do their thing." Rodrick turned to go out but called over his shoulder. "Kick back, have some coffee."

Everyone in the room mumbled something and shook their heads. They had all run afoul of the hangar coffee at least once. Tammy had to fight the urge to laugh. It seemed the men of Ram's Rock had upped their pursuit of the most horrid coffee since the arrival of the British.

"The gall of him; 'kick back, have some coffee'. I swear, the man has more nerve than an infected tooth." Jeremy grumbled.

Vance looked to Tammy. "Were they like that about the coffee the whole time you were here before we arrived?"

"Unfortunately, yes. However; I think they've stepped up since you all came. I believe they have a contest going." Tammy remarked.

Treager chuckled. "They are a truly deranged lot."

"Team leaders; provide me with a revised rotation schedule in one hour and be ready to deploy your teams accordingly. Dismissed." Wells announced.

Tammy needed to check with Lizzie so went back to her room but first sent a secure message to check the girl was alone.

“I’ve had a walk but it’s warming up and I needed a shower.”

Satisfied her girl wasn't being observed or, indeed, compromised, Tammy made the call.

“Okay, do you have anything from the intercepts?”

“The Aussie was calling for Delta last night and they spoke briefly before the boat went out a second time, just to confirm they were on time.”

“Okay, what about today?”

“In the last fifteen minutes I’ve heard a new voice on the channel, a female. No name yet, they’re still using simple code-names: Alpha and Beta. So far no actual content has been passed.”

“Can you record the next transmissions and send it to me?”

“Already recording.”

“Good, and well done. Message me the moment there’s any new intel.”

“Will do, Tammy. Oh, my wages has been paid this morning - that's odd as it's a bank holiday today?”

"Odd, but sounds good?"

"Agreed, it was a little more than I expected, I'm not moaning but they have a habit of clawing back any mistakes?"

"I believe you were due a little extra."

"Oh, great. Thanks, Tammy, for everything."

Lizzie’s presence, and her value as an intelligence source, was now causing Tammy an issue. Lizzie was working for Tammy, and officially, only Tammy. The intel was very likely to be copied to Tammy’s hosts – she knew that – but for the British there had to be a clear handling chain. She needed advice, but first switched to satellite.

“Colonel, do you have a minute?”

“You can have ten, I guess you have an issue?”

“Now, why, Uncle, would you say that?”

“Because you’re not going to suggest we meet for dinner or have a coffee together in the morning?”

“Good point. Okay, we’re getting some good intel from Lizzie but I don’t want anyone else to be her handler.”

“Explain.”

Tammy told him about Wells’ intention to put her on a rotation to oversee one of the teams patrolling the island and waters. “I can’t deal with Lizzie, the local liaison or any other matters if I’m sleeping off a night shift or stuck in a hiding spot. I also have no command experience.”

“Wells is quite pleased with the way you’ve taken to the teams.”

“I don’t recall being told that, not by him.”

“Maybe not, but he spoke with the Prince who spoke to his equerry who …. anyway Sir Thomas called and passed on the good words.”

“I see, but he’s treating me like I’ve had all the Sandhurst training, Officer School and all that?”

“That’s a recurring issue isn’t it, Tammy?”

“Yes, dropping me into a scenario with little or no training.”

“And he’s expecting you to lead a Special Forces security team?”

“Correct. I’ve tried to keep to protocol so far but barely made it by the tag of my knickers, Sir.”

“Point taken.”

“Good, now how the hell do we make this look as if I haven’t gone behind his back?”

“He needs someone to lead a team?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s bring someone in? A temporary field promotion if necessary.”

“Can it be done?”

“It can if I say so, my dear.”

“Thank you uncle.”

“I have something for you, two things.”

“Okay.”

“Firstly, those terrorists are being shipped to the UK for questioning but will officially be Bahamian prisoners so won’t feature on UK detention records. We’ll designate them Zulu one through four.”

“Where will they be?”

“We have a country house available, it’s off grid, that’s all you need to know?”

“Similar to Abigail Adams House?”

“Similar but with military guards on every level.”

“Understood. There was something else?”

“I hope young Miss Harrison has now received her pay, and some expenses?”

“I believe so.”

“It would seem that the RAF Personnel unit was informed she was AWOL and a stop was put on her payroll.”

“Damn. How?”

“We’re investigating, but it seems the call came from a senior officer around the day you flew out. It’s out of my hands.”

“Thank you, I guess that’s not for circulation?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Thank you, you’ll be in touch with Wells?”

“I will, he won’t be happy.”

“I know, but operationally it’s the better approach, Sir?”

“I know your skills better than he does, so yes. Bye, Tammy.”

Tammy figured it would take up to half an hour for any revised instructions to arrive so decided to keep out of the way of the British command post. She found Kimberly instead, and a good coffee pot.

“I called Lizzie.”

“We know.”

“Oh damn, I forgot to use satellite and you run the cell tower on the island?”

“Of course.”

“It was a secure call.”

“To most, yes, and we missed the first few seconds. Hey, it’s for your safety.”

“I know, but I suspect the Brits wouldn’t see it that way?”

“We wait for them to ask and then deny everything.”

“Sure. Anyway, can you listen to the same traffic that Lizzie can hear?”

“Some, but that relay is apparently on a small island to the far side of Grand Bahamas. There's some interference.”

“Oh, not closer?”

“We’ve used our antennas, supported by Lizzie’s kit, to DF the relay to some high land on Abaco, Best guess is he’s on the East Coast, furthest from us, but that's only a guess right now.”

“So out of sight but still within range?”

“It's good tradecraft, we know he's there but not where. Either we move a satellite or put something into the area to get more. Don't even ask for the satellite, it won't happen. Moving on; what can you tell me about Kyle Fielding?”

Tammy guessed she’d already read the file but took it from the top. “He was trained by the New Zealand Navy as a Special Boat Service operative and came to the UK to up his training. He’s an expert diver and is good with sea and land vehicles.”

“That’s available to everybody. I need personal, what isn’t written by a military officer.”

“He loves to swim and dive so I fully expect he’ll be doing that here?”

“So on holiday or perhaps giving snorkelling and diving lessons.”

“That’s possible.”

“Okay, socially?”

“He likes a beer, two at the most, but never in a busy bar. He hates shopping and bad timekeeping.”

“Girls?”

Tammy blushed. “Yes, but as a throwaway item. He probably has a deep tan, and is working as a diver or deckhand probably with young adults?”

“My guess is he won’t stay in the same resort long so best to check for allegations involving young adults.”

“That’s stretching it a bit far Kim?”

“Based on your description and your own experience I’d say that’s dead on. Think about it; when you knew him he was under military command and had to salute every time he needed a crap. Right now he’s a free agent and answerable to no-one.”

“I get it. Now is it a coincidence that he’s in the area while I’m here?”

“No such thing as coincidence, Tammy, everything is by design – albeit haphazard at times - but always by design.”

“Okay, so he may know I’m here, but not necessarily.”

“Who knew about your deployment?”

“Sir Thomas and his team, the Colonel and his team plus Marcus.”

“Could one of them leaked anything to Kyle?”

“Possible but extremely unlikely in my book.”

“So let’s not assume you're the target, in which case, who is it?”

“The British Establishment, embodied by the royals on Kestrel, Kim.”

“I like it, think big then focus on the issue. In this case; you represented the Establishment previously, but I guess he wouldn’t be welcomed back in the UK anytime soon?”

“Indeed. Okay, big question, is he working with True Freedom?”

“Not necessarily, but perhaps he offered them, and others, some logistical support?”

“That sounds plausible. My guess Delta was Dieter Gunter, but who is Bravo?”

“We’re running a voice search, but it might take a while.”

“SMART?”

“I think I’m out of time, Kim.”

“Go Tammy, some good thinking there.”

She walked outside the Ram Air hanger, finding the Lt Colonel looking quite red.

“I’ve been countermanded by you!”

“No, Sir, by Col MacTaggart. I know my limits and it would seem that you don’t know me well enough?”

“That’s insolence!”

“No, it’s the truth. You have plenty of personnel here who have command experience but you decided I needed to lead an eight hour patrol although I have near zero knowledge of protocols. You were at Sandhurst for how long?”

“I was at the Royal Military College for forty four weeks initially with repeat visits. You should know that.”

“I’ve never been there, I don’t have that knowledge and I doubt I would achieve very much leading a platoon other than making a mockery of this uniform?”

“You said to me, nearly a week back, that you would be a professional soldier?”

“I did, and it satisfied you at the time. I am being professional, knowing my own short-comings. Now I’m told you have actually complimented me to the Royals but couldn’t say it to my face?”

“Ah.”

“Can I offer a suggestion, perhaps, Sir?”

“Go ahead, Captain.”

“It seems, from my reading of the plan that I was actually making up the numbers and my apparent rank came into play. Why not look at this another way? My intelligence officer has a team of two supporting her. How about we release one of them back to here and give her a temporary promotion to Sergeant? That would release a Sergeant who is Lieutenant material to be temporarily promoted? That forms part of their training and development?”

“Meanwhile?”

“I’ll continue in my sweeping role, handling intelligence, logistics and trouble shooting.”

“Not laying on a beach topping up your tan?”

“I might get some downtime so I wouldn’t rule that out. Also, if I should return without clear tan lines, that blows my cover of why I'm here.”

“What about your own Sergeant?”

“She’s a PT Instructor by trade and by profession and will continue that role, plus she can handle the intelligence if I’m indisposed. Her clearance is adequate.”

“I see. Now, talking of intelligence, what do you know?”

“How about I give a briefing, but let’s get Gaynor or Taylor back here first?”

“How?”

Tammy looked over at the closest Puma on the apron of the main runway. “In that.”

“We’ll see if a pilot is available, but none of them have flown to Grand Bahama.”

“I’ll pilot the chopper as I know where I’m going.”

“Fly?”

“Yes, Sir. I have my wings and I qualified in a Puma. Between yourself and their team leaders we need to choose which lady is coming back, they need to be ready in twenty, Sir”

Tammy headed to the control tower to lodge her flight with LoneStar.

“Sure you don’t want one of us with you?”

“I’ll be okay.”

Next stop was the British encampment’s supplies sergeant. “I’m after a flightsuit and a helmet? I believe you have my size?”

“Yes, Captain.”

There was a chortle from the few pilots present, all male, as she approached them.

“Tell me, what’s funny?”

“Nothing, Captain.”

“Really? One: I have a good private aircraft multi-engine licence, two: I am type qualified in a Puma and three: I have several hours in an Apache in my log.” She fibbed about the log but their relaxed, dismissive attitude wasn't helping . “I can clearly see that your egos need this long coffee break?”

“Apache, ma’am?”

“A multi-agency counter-terrorism operation.”

“Scotland?”

“That’s a need-to-know. Now, I would like to borrow a Puma for a hop over to an adjacent island. I obviously need one that’s fully fuelled and air-worthy?”

One of the pilots stood and walked over. “I will check my aircraft Ma'am, although I believe it’s flight ready?”

“Good, thank you. I’ll need to change so please be ready in fifteen.”

She collected her flying kit on the way out of the hanger and headed back to her temporary home to change. Maisie followed.

“Some of them were quite rude before you spoke to those pilots.”

“You heard?”

“I was at the back with the medics checking their stock – there’s been a few minor injuries so we’re placing a requisition for further medical supplies.”

“Injuries? I’ve heard nothing.”

“A few are from swimming accidents – stepping on barbed plants or fish, two for sunburn and one STD.”

“Oh.”

“Fairly typical for an operation of this nature, I’ve been told.”

“Who?”

“That’s confidential.”

“Who, Sergeant?”

“One of the males who was on patrol in Freeport seems to have had a liaison with a European visitor and failed to take precautions. He’s on a charge as a result and confined to barracks for a few days.”

“So that matter is closed? Can you give me a hand?”

Tammy was pulling her flightsuit on but struggling a little so Maisie assisted, suggesting that the suit wasn't designed for pilots with boobs. Finally she walked out, carrying her helmet. Her wings appliqués, issued at RAF Benson, had been attached to Velcro and she found a place to attach them on her flightsuit, as well as her rank shoulder flashes.

The pilots were now stood by one Puma and all saluted as she approached.

“Stand easy.”

“Ma’am, she’s ready for you. Would you like a co-pilot?”

“My plan is to fly solo.” Out of the corner of her eye she could see Krystel approaching.

“Captain, do you have space for a passenger?”

“Sure. Sorry guys, it’s an all girl flight now.”

Tammy boarded and took her seat, Krystel was in the back with a headset on already strapping herself in. Tammy went through the start-up routine and the departure committee took a few steps back, for their safety.

“Ram's Rock Tower this is Maiden One requesting permission to depart for Grand Bahama?”

“Maiden One, cleared to depart, have a good flight.”

Tammy lifted to a thousand feet as she set course for Freeport.

“Tammy, can we make a course alteration?”

“Sure, Krystel, but where?”

“I’d like a close look at Abaco, where we believe the relay is.”

“Okay. I should let the Tower know?”

“No need, I revised your flight plan and updated your team member.”

“Without asking? What if I had said you couldn’t come with me?”

“LoneStar would have held you on the ground while Eddie declared the aircraft grounded for maintenance.”

“Remind me not to play ball with you! Okay, turning zero nine zero.”

It was nearly a twenty minute flight to reach the long thin island of Abaco. Krystel had the side door open and had removed a camera from her shoulder bag.

“Do you want me to drop down?”

“No, keep high enough to avoid easy identification. My camera will cope with it.”

A few minutes later Krystel was happier. “Right, I think I’ve found it and have a possible Tango location. Let’s get to Freeport before we’re missed or identified!”

That was a ten minute flight back towards Grand Bahamas and Tammy needed to check in with the local ATC tower but Krystel had other ideas.

“Eddie will have been in touch with them, let me speak to them?”

“Sure.”

Krystel called the tower.

“Go ahead Maiden One.”

“We’d like permission to drop onto the beach by Ocean View to make an Elegant Executive pick-up.”

“Leaving immediately?”

“Yes, back to our departure point.”

“Understood, you are cleared for in and out, please confirm when outbound.”

“Acknowledged.”

Tammy made certain the transmitter was off. “Beach? I’ve never done a beach landing or take off!”

“Don’t worry, it’s compacted sand at that point, just like a woodland landing, you did them in training?”

“Yeah.”

Josie was waiting with her bag. Krystel had the door open for a quick turnaround, ensuring the bag was stowed and the girl was secure.

“Go, Tammy!”

That generated a cloud of sand and Tammy cursed as she couldn’t see anything for a few seconds.

“Bahamas Tower this is Maiden One, vector two one zero, climbing to two thousand three hundred feet.”

“Maiden One, acknowledged. Two one zero at Cherubs two three.”

Tammy killed the VHF and switched to internal comms.

"Welcome on board, Josie."

“Lance Corporal Taylor reporting as ordered.”

“Acting Sergeant Taylor now.”

“Oh.”

“You’ll have a full briefing later, make sure you get some rest.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Can I have your verbal report, Josie? I need your real report not the one you’ll submit for your team leader!”

“Oh, we’ve been supporting Lizzie, I mean she needed some help in appearance and behaviour.”

“Understood, what about intel?”

“We think we’ve identified the Beta female – I mean someone came in by boat whilst Lesley and I were in the marina this morning when Lizzie needed a shower, just one woman, quite pale so hasn’t been in the area long. She was asking the waiter in our café if he’d seen any British military or security officers.”

“Photo?”

“In my phone. Lizzie was still back in the suite so didn’t send one to you straight away. We had to wait for the woman to move on, after a coffee, before we could get back to the suite so I could pack.”

Tammy handed her phone back to Krystel. “can you transfer the photo to me please and send it to Kimberly?”

“Sure.”

Tammy checked in with the tower and was on final approach just a few minutes later, dropping the Puma where she’d found it. She secured the systems then started to fill in the log, whilst the flightline crew went over the aircraft. Krystel and Josie were already off the aircraft, heading in different directions.

She found the Lieutenant Colonel waiting, assisted by a reception committee.

“How was she, Captain?”

“Fine, even on and off a beach.”

“Beach?”

“Thought I’d get a tan whilst there, Sir.”

He huffed and walked away as the rest of the crowd laughed, carefully.

Tammy was quickly back in her quarters to change back into a green T and shorts then took a diversionary route, avoiding the Brits, to find Kimberly.

“This woman, any ID yet?”

“No, the array searched the known terrorist databases first so now is checking a wider set of sources.”

“Damn, if we knew who she was we’d have half a chance at working out what she might have planned?”

“Of course she might be completely unconnected?”

“And I’m getting carried away?”

“Yes Tammy, but in this case I think your girls were bang on the money. There was a radio transmission on that digital channel just at the time her boat was coming alongside.”

“Interesting?”

“She called the Alpha and announced she was hunting Smart.”

“Shit!”

Kimberly laughed. “That still doesn’t mean they know you’re here only that you might be!”

“So it could be personal, but I could equally be a side-show and they simply don't know if I'm a possible fly in their ointment? Should I appreciate the attention they're giving me?”

“You’re learning. Just because they say they’re out to get you doesn’t mean they are out to get you, yet.”

“Thanks, that’s the kind of boost I needed.” Tammy drawled.

Kimberly picked up a stack of papers. "Don't forget to send her picture up the chain. Your side needs to know about her too, especially if there's a link to Kyle."

"Right." Tammy replied and went to the communications trailer to send the photo in.

Lunch was next with a team leader briefing immediately after. That was followed by a full briefing at two in the afternoon, Tammy was asked to present it.

“You have all been allocated into one of four teams. Team one is currently on station and will be relieved at sixteen hundred by team two. The third team take midnight and the fourth at oh eight hundred. Team one will then pick up the sixteen hundred start. The objective remains for the principals to have a quiet and uninterrupted week on Kestrel.

“The locals have been persuaded not to hire boats or aircraft to strangers and all the local fisherman will keep out of the way until we’re done here. That much should remove anyone straying accidentally into the secure zone. But, we have become aware of two, possibly more, operatives who are still in the region. One is special forces trained and we are waiting for confirmation of the other’s ID – she was seen and photographed in Freeport this morning thanks to the due diligence of team members.

“It is entirely possible that the two we have identified have no intention of coming near us or the principals but please watch for unusual activities. We’ll make a briefing note available for each team before you head out with the latest intelligence, but please keep any comms traffic to an absolute minimum regardless of any perceived encryption system. That is all, Lt Colonel?”

“I’d like to echo what the Captain just said, our task here is to ensure the Royals have a quiet and safe week. That is all.”

Tammy headed for the Hangar office to see if there were any updates. Kimberly was on the phone making notes. Mindy grinned and waved from the desk.

"Yes, Sir. Understood. We'll get right on it." Kimberly said then disconnected and turned to the little girl. "Go find Rodrick, Pete and Carl. I need them all, right now."

"Yes, Ma'am." Mindy answered and rushed out to jump into her buggy and roar off.

Tammy was about to ask, but had to wait as Kimberly grabbed a radio.

"Lyssa. Come to the hangar office. Eddie, too." Kimberly called over the radio.

Lyssa took a moment to answer.

Tammy asked. "Should I get ready for a briefing?"

"No. This is just us. You can stay but you won't be able to do anything." Kimberly replied then called down to Krystel. "Drop what you're doing and get up here."

One by one the others entered. Carl was last. Mindy had returned but was sent back out of the office to watch the twins.

"Okay Kim, we're all here." Rodrick said.

Kim dropped her pen onto her desk. "The West coast agencies are going nuts. A drug sub is missing."

A chorus of 'Aw, shit' went out in response.

"Who's was it?" Krystel asked.

"CJNG." Kimberly answered.

Tammy tried to remember any mention of those letters and shook her head. "Who?"

"Jalisco New Generation Cartel. Number two cartel in Mexico." Lyssa said.

Kimberly looked over. "They have no interest in the U.K. so weren't included in your update. They're mean, nasty, vicious and very smart. They actually have a public relations division, of all damn things. At one time they were affiliated with the Tiajuana Cartel. Didn't last long. They have an intense hatred for the Sinaloa."

"So they aren't nice people." Tammy summarized.

Lyssa spoke up. "Training for their Sicario, hitmen, includes cannibalism. That should clue you in as to how they are. In short, they've been designated as a high-level narco-terrorist organization in this hemisphere."

"Pablo Escobar ran a cartel out of Colombia back in the seventies and eighties. He was as serious as they came. These guys upped the game to off-the-charts." Rodrick said.

Tammy looked disgusted. "That's horrible. So they use a submarine to smuggle drugs?"

"Yes. Ground vehicles are the bulk of transport. Cars and trucks mostly. Some railroad cars are used too. Planes are not as much, border airspace is more tight now than it used to be. Container ships are slow and fishing vessels are searched heavily." Krystel explained.

Kimberly leaned back against the desk. "Tammy, the sub cost them eighteen million to build. Two runs of a cocaine shipment paid it off. Our intelligence estimates the sub has a range around two-hundred miles and can stay submerged for close to ten hours. It has three tenders known and two more are suspected. It can carry several tons of drugs per run of a shipment. To take it off the West coast hurts them financially. Only one reason would make them do that. Money. Whatever that sub is doing or going to do, will bring them more money than a shipment of drugs."

"Okay, so what do we do?" Pete asked.

"We reach out to every contact we have surrounding the Caribbean and hope the cartel made a mistake." Kimberly replied.

Rodrick nodded. "Right. Where do we start and what do they need?"

"Krystel; the Panama Canal. Hopefully something can found there. If so, then we can track them to where they're hiding." Kimberly said.

Krystel nodded. "Aye, Ma'am."

The group dispersed with some planning calls to less than reputable individuals. Tammy remained.

"Now you see why I said you wouldn't be able to help?" Kimberly asked.

Tammy nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. I have no contacts of my own in the Latin countries, nor can I ask for any assistance regarding this sub through British channels."

"If you did, the answer would be an immediate no, for it isn't a matter of concern for the Crown and you would likely be reprimanded for treading on some agency’s toes." Kimberly said. "So far as the Crown are concerned the threat doesn’t involve or concern them and there’s no commercial opportunity. Simply, there has to be something in it for them to get involved."

Tammy frowned. She wanted to help. “I guess.”

"Don't go there and don’t get involved." Kimberly said. "This is how it is, and how it will be. We get what we get and deal with it. Life isn't fair. Remember that."

"Yes Ma'am." Tammy replied.

Kimberly sighed. "Besides, you have enough going on as it is. Do your thing, we'll do ours. Get going."

“I think I need to visit Lizzie.”

“As her handler?”

“Yes.”

“I suggest you keep a low profile?”

“Sure, can I borrow a boat?”

“Check with Eddie, in case they’re booked. Why not fly?”

“I want a good look at the marina and I can meet Lizzie there. Do you have a berthing arrangement in the marina?”

“Use the visitor dock, the guys know our boats.”

-o-

It was nearly five by the time Tammy tied up, or would have done but the attendants were quickly there to help her. She’d opted for a bikini top and shorts, plus baseball cap and dark glasses in a modest attempt to disguise herself.

Tammy swept her eyes across the pontoons and walkways as she approached the harbour café and bar area, finding Lizzie waiting in a coffee shop with Lesley Gaynor. She took a seat having checked the immediate area for any familiar faces.

“Firstly, I’m off duty so no saluting please! Second I’m sorry I needed to grab Josie earlier, it was her or you, Lesley, and it was decided you needed to be here for your language skills.”

“That’s understandable, I would still have liked another night with her?”

“Maybe later? Unfortunately I had to upset the Lt Colonel and go over his head otherwise things could have got rather messy.”

“Hey, she needs some time as an acting sarge so she can get it next time there’s a promotion board. I’m pleased for her.”

“The pair of you have been mentioned in dispatches for spotting that woman. We’re searching for her name now.”

“At Easter? Good luck finding anyone in army intel this weekend!”

“I have other resources available. Now, Lizzie, how are you?”

“Fine.”

A waiter took Tammy’s order for a fruit-based soda.

“Just fine?”

“Josie and I were ironing out a few issues I had, that was when you stole her this morning.”

“I’m sure Lesley offered to help?”

“Josie had a little brother who spent most summers as a girl when he was a teenager. She coached him to walk and talk like a girl so she was doing the same for me.”

“Oh, but no-one said?”

“And you would have chosen between them based on a personal preference rather than an operational need?”

“Yes, Lizzie, I would have done.”

“So for me it was an added bonus, even if we only managed a couple of hours.”

Another table was settling near them so they discussed the weather and the weekend’s social activities whilst finishing their drinks.

“Let’s walk?” Suggested Tammy.

Lizzie’s self doubt was returning and the risk was that her cover story would fall apart.

“Look, a few weeks ago you were saluting everything that moved and flying anything with wings. You followed orders regardless of their sense and did what was asked, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Now, speaking as a friend I would like you to do your best to complete this mission, any further discussion about your status and your future has to wait.”

“I’ll try, Tammy.”

“No, Lizzie, trying is not an option. Unless you agree then I will put you on a flight back to London and let the senior officers there decide your future. Do I have to order you, because refusal has only one outcome?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I accept the assignment.”

“Good, because I have no idea how to set up a court martial!”

{Continues}

	Tammy Beginnings follows sixteen year old Tom Smart as he starts his voyage of self discovery. This is an expanded Preludes story.
	Powered armor with a crew of two works best when the man and woman inside are romantically linked. But Dylan’s last love left him without hope and Alison’s experience with abuse has made her afraid of being touched. Contains strong language and adult situations. Can the Self-contained Powered Armor they wear bring them together, or is even trying going to be a disaster? Love is a combination the two can only dream of in this science fiction romance!.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 9 Hook Line & Sinker Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

Tammy took Saturday’s oh-seven-hundred briefing in her shorts and T, fresh from PT.

“Good morning all. The overnight crew send their regards and claim they had a totally non-eventful time on the water.” She was careful not to use the famed Q word of doom. “The situation remains the same – we have two tangos in the area but no confirmation of their target yet, whilst the fishermen, tourists and press have kept out of the way. The US Coastguard are taking a wider tour around the islands, aiming to stop drug smuggling plus issuing advice to anyone who hasn’t already heard the message. I’m a little concerned about the broadcast they’re putting out though, has anyone else heard it?”

A couple said they had.

“Okay, the message reads ‘All these islands are yours, except Kestrel, attempt no landing there.’ It’s a film reference but I don’t think it’s strictly legal under maritime law.”

Tammy saw one, two smiling faces but otherwise was looking at a whole load of blanks. She pointed at one of the smilers. “Go on, explain!”

“Easy, Ma’am, it’s adapted from 2001 A Space Odyssey. It’s a message from the monolith.”

That didn’t help many of the blank faces.

“Okay, our resident nerd has it correct. Remind me to keep the cultural references out of my speeches! Dismissed.”

Tammy grabbed breakfast then walked into the office, searching for coffee fit for consumption. Kimberly was on the phone. Tammy couldn’t hear the other end of the call.

"How long ago?" Kimberly asked then wrote as she spoke. "Five days. Did they file any plans with the harbormaster? I see. Thank you."

As Kimberly disconnected Tammy asked. "News?"

"El Piñata." Kimberly replied as she dialled a new call, speaking when the call connected. "We have the name of the vessel, Major. El Piñata. It departed Guánica, Puerto Rico five days ago. No plans filed. Yes, Sir. We'll keep working on it. Out."

Kimberly disconnected and grabbed her radio. "Rodrick, Pete, Carl and Eddie. Reach out to all sources in the Caribbean. We are searching for a vessel called El Piñata. Information is that she left Guánica Puerto Rico five days ago, destination unknown."

Various replies came in and Kimberly finally looked to Tammy. "We have had a development."

"This El Piñata?" Tammy asked.

"Correct. It's one of the mother-ships for the sub we're looking for. According to a mole in the Mexican Navy, El Piñata is the only vessel associated with the submarine that is unaccounted for. Logs for the Panama Canal Authority have a toll being paid by the vessel." Kimberly said.

Tammy looked puzzled. "If the boat and sub are drug runners, why would they pay a toll?"

"No vessel can pass through the route without paying. It's tightly controlled. So tight, that even a man who dared to swim the canal paid a toll. Thirty-eight cents." Kimberly chuckled.

Tammy laughed. "That's funny."

"Yeah, but true. Because they are so tightly controlled, we now know the boat came through. It then went to Puerto Rico. From there we don't know. Yet." Kimberly said firmly.

Tammy nodded. "Right. I understand this is important; but could you give me a better idea of how it could impact you?"

"Sure." Kimberly replied then explained. "Because this is a mother-ship and sub, here's how they work. The boat can lay off a coast in international waters, say fifty miles. The sub can then run from the boat to the coast transporting contraband or personnel unobserved multiple times during the night then ex-filtrate by dawn. By all outward appearances the boat would seem to be hauling in nets or other fishing methods during the night then depart when full or to another location to repeat operations. Ten to twenty tons of contraband would be moved fairly fast."

Tammy thought about it. "That translates into millions."

"Since the transfer is so successful, they charge more for it. About twenty-six thousand for one kilo of pharmaceutical grade cocaine. This is pure. Ninety four percent pure or better. One such kilo can be cut, stepped on, six times easily. That's plenty to worry us. The reason why is that someone willing to pay that price for that service will be expecting several shipments. These guys aren't one and done dealers. They are the distributors. That's if it's just drugs. Think of this; the pipeline can run two ways. The sub can take things back to the boat. Money, people, anything that will fit. That is also profit. Smuggling people is very profitable. Once they're in the states, it's hard to keep up with them. A private plane can have them across the country in hours. Only certain states actually check the people passing through on the roads."

"Human trafficking." Tammy surmised then understood completely. "Slaves."

Kimberly nodded. "They aren't just for the brothels. They can be found in many places. Greed knows no bounds. People, weapons, electronics, money, jewels, precious metals and drugs fetch a high price. For some, it doesn't have to be illegal, they just want untraceable. They don't want anyone to know they have whatever it is. Sometimes because of taxes, other times because it reveals what they are. Hostile entities."

"Kim." Eddie called over the radio.

Kimberly answered. "Go."

"You said the Piñata?" Eddie asked.

"Yes."

"Georgetown, Great Exuma." Eddie said then added. "Yesterday. Not in port now. No plan filed. It was steaming North."

"I'll call Malcolm." Rodrick cut in.

Kimberly looked over to Tammy. "RBDF. Patrol Squadron."

"Oh." Tammy knew from previous briefings they were the Royal Bahamain Defence Force and the Patrol Squadron were the Naval branch.

The phone rang and Kimberly snatched it up. "Go. Yes, she is. I'll put you on speaker."

Kimberly put the call on speaker. "Go ahead."

"Ever heard of one Lucinda Olsonova, Tammy-girl?" Krystel asked.

Tammy answered immediately. "Never. Why?"

"That's your mystery-chick's name. Take a wild guess where she's from." Krystel said.

Tammy shrugged at Kimberly and answered. "Russia?"

"Estonia." Krystel corrected.

"Estonia?" Tammy repeated then her eyes went wide. "BOLLOCKS! Don't tell me she is connected to the twins!"

Krystel dropped the bomb. "Her mother was in the same unit as their father. She was left behind as well, but unlike their father, the mother was shot and killed when that deal went tits-up."

"That would be a yes, she is connected." Kimberly almost growled then directed to Krystel. "So what's her deal?"

"She likes money. Does anything for it. If she can stick it to Russia, even better. However, it’s believed she is loyal to the Lavoska twins. They sent her lots of work for good pay it seems. Since Christmas she's been looking for ways to annoy the Brits and get paid for it." Krystel summarized.

Kimberly looked at Tammy then asked. "Is she gunning for our girl?"

"Not sure. She may not know she had anything to do with the parakeet op. If she does, she may not know Tammy’s in the area." Krystel replied.

“Hey, I need to know if there’s any chatter about me?”

“Don’t you think you would have been notified by your own people, Tammy?”

She shook her head. “Are you for real? I’m always the last to know and they’ve tagged me as a rogue agent before now rather than accept that I had genuine intelligence.”

“Yeah, like when True Freedom first arrived on the scene?”

“I was the sacrificial lamb. I would not rely on any intel trickling down to me, so can we use that array of yours to search for it?”

The room went quiet.

“Shit! Sorry.”

“Not everyone on this island is cleared for everything we do. At this moment, only you know we provided you with intel on the four man boat crew. Not even Wells has raised the subject with your agencies. This is why I told you to send in her picture. We need your people to find her first. Do not, under any circumstances, repeat what you have heard. This intel is not cleared for distribution. UNDERSTOOD?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

"A way to remember about discretion will be arranged. Dismissed."

Tammy went out. She knew she had crossed a line, that much was clear, and her self confidence had taken a knock. She nearly didn’t see Lieutenant Vance approaching her.

“Captain, Ma’am, I have a message for you.”

“Go ahead.”

“Please contact DS Garston from the close protection team regarding a request from the Prince.”

Tammy went to the British command post and retrieved a secure radio.

“This is Captain Smart requesting talk-through with DS Garston.”

The connection took a few seconds to be established.

“Ah, Miss Smart?”

“How can I help you?”

“His Royal Highness would like to go fishing.”

“Can’t the SBS help with that?”

“He doesn’t want to scare the fish away and doesn’t want a full military outfit surrounding the boat. I’ll accompany his Highness.”

“I see, so we provide low key cover but with support nearby?”

“Correct, and he’s requested you as the boat master.”

“Me?”

“Yes, by name. It seems you came highly recommended.”

“Someone appreciates me? Okay, when is this planned for?”

“Tomorrow morning at eight. There is one further request.”

“Okay?”

“He requests that no military clothing is to be worn but you are to wear Lord Mason’s uniform. I have no idea what that is.”

Tammy knew everyone in the room could see her face turn absolute red. “That’s okay, I’ll just have to remember not to kill the messenger.”

Tammy decided to follow protocol and let the Lieutenant Colonel know about the plan.

“It’s my role to allocate personnel, Captain.”

“This was a personal request from the Royals, Sir. I don’t believe a refusal is permitted.”

“You’ll be representing the Army and Navy, god help us!”

“I have been asked not to wear any insignia, so as not to bring attention to the boat or occupants. That raises another issue, Sir, all of the RIBs that form part of the detachment are clearly UK military. I would need a vessel that blends into the environment. My relationship with our hosts should solicit such a boat.”

If she hadn’t damaged that relationship.

“I’ll take this arrangement under advisement, if it is necessary to allocate someone else to the boat then I will make that decision and carry the responsibility.”

“Understood, Sir.”

Tammy watched him rush over to a Puma spinning its rotors, climb aboard and take off.

An hour earlier Tammy would have booked one of the cigarette boats then gone into Freetown to find a new bikini – she knew exactly the style she wanted. Right now, was it wise for her to be seen in Freetown and was it sensible to make any request of Kimberly or any of the Ram’s Rock crew?

It was barely nine in the morning and she had no idea if the rest of the day was long enough to fix this.

The Lieutenant Colonel had gone over to Kestrel Island to liaise with the Close Protection team so Tammy was, theoretically, in command back on Ram's Rock. It was, strictly speaking, a time wasting exercise but she decided to tour or contact each of the teams. She started in the command and communications centre.

Given that her arrival was unexpected, the personnel automatically saluted.

“Stand down, please. I’m here to check if everything is running according to plan?”

The duty lieutenant spoke up.

“Yes, ma’am, all is as expected.”

“I see you gained extra supplies from this morning’s flight?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“You said everything was okay, but that’s just the official answer. Now, tell me, how bad is the SNAFU?”

“Ma’am?”

“What’s going wrong and how are you covering it up?”

“Ah.”

“Now?”

“The heat has affected some of our electronics kit.”

“Do you have spares?”

“Limited, we’re using fans to keep the working kit working.”

“I see, what’s the timescale for replacing the broken kit?”

“Four to five days, that takes us to near the end of the deployment.”

“And that’s supplied from the UK?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Is it standard NATO kit?”

“Yes.”

“Speak to Captain Lando in the hangar office and give her your requirements. If replacements are available, she can find them.”

“Understood, Ma’am, thank you.”

“So, what’s the next issue?”

“Over the past few hours we’ve been detecting low level interference on our encrypted radios, but at times it’s caused communication problems when the team is furthest away.”

“Cause?”

“It could be a local RF source or perhaps a jamming signal.”

“Are you using Spread Spectrum?”

“Not by default, but can we have authority to reprogram the radios for the next crew who go out?”

“Granted, will that be quick?”

“No, Ma’am, we’ll have to suffer the interference for a few more hours.”

“Okay, out of interest, why wasn’t Spread Spectrum being used from the start?”

“It was a mission directive.”

“I see. Carry on.”

“Thank you Ma’am.” He saluted, Tammy returned the salute before spinning on her heels.

Next was the medical bay, two guys were being treated so the nursing staff were occupied. Maisie was unpacking boxes.

“Extra supplies, Maisie?”

“Yes, we put out a request and it seems there was a Royal Fleet Auxiliary ship in the region so they flew over what we wanted.”

“That’s useful.”

“They also took the guy who was on a charge, his infection wasn’t responding to the drugs we have.”

“I see, so we’re one person down?”

“That’s how I see it.”

Tammy went back to speak to the Lieutenant.”

“You didn’t tell me that we’d lost a man?”

“He wasn’t allocated to you, Ma’am.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make. I had to find out from the medical staff that a member of the team who couldn’t keep his dick in his shorts has now been airlifted off the island. I don’t find that acceptable behaviour and I don’t like being kept in the dark about it.”

“Ma’am, I was instructed not to tell you. That was a command that I didn’t agree with.”

“I see. Who commanded you? …. No, don’t answer. I will deal with it.” Tammy said then left.

Too many things were going on. What should she tackle first, and how?

"You keep zoning out like that, the seagulls will shit on you."

Tammy snapped out of her thoughts and looked to see Rodrick beside her. He was in a wetsuit.

"Sorry, sir."

Rodrick waved her to follow. "Come on. Tell me about it while I gear up."

Tammy followed him into the hangar. Rodrick began pulling his dive gear from a locker.

"So what's your problem?"

"I made a mistake. I forgot that you all can't constantly feed us intel." Tammy said.

Rodrick nodded while working. "Kim give you her patented 'die now you moron' look?"

"I wouldn't say that, but she was not thrilled with me." Tammy admitted.

"Did she tell you to get out or just point at the door?"

"She dismissed me."

"You're okay. If she was pissed, she would've just pointed at the door or threw you down the stairs. Just remember what she told you. Is that it?" Rodrick asked, setting up his rebreather.

Tammy shook her head. "The Prince wants to go fishing in the morning. He also wants me to take him and be in 'your' uniform."

That made Rodrick laugh. "What's Jeremy think of that?"

"I haven't told him that part." Tammy admitted. "I would prefer something different. I also need to use a boat."

"Use the cruiser, tell Carl and he'll get the fishing gear all set up. Lyssa can get you a socially acceptable bikini." Rodrick said and began to head out.

Tammy sighed, following him. "You make it sound so simple."

Outside they headed for the west cove.

"Tammy, you stepped on your tits, as we say. But you haven't blown our opsec. Jeremy knows we're in tight with the Coasties and the Bahamians. He also knows we have shady contacts around the islands. However, if we start pulling high value intel that not even your side can get, then it's a problem. He thinks the intel you handed over about that team came from back home, not us. We need him to keep thinking that." Rodrick explained.

Their conversation was interrupted by Kimberly on the radio. "Rodrick."

Rodrick pulled the radio from his waist. "Go."

"Manuel Baptiste is on the phone."

"Mannie? I'll be right there!" Rodrick answered then looked at Tammy and pointed to the Rebreather rig. "Put this back for me!"

Tammy picked up the rebreather and followed as Rodrick ran back inside the hangar.

Out of curiosity she went back up to the office after shelving the unit. Rodrick was hanging up the phone.

"The Pinata is at Moore's Island." Rodrick informed Kimberly. "Mannie just spotted it. Their taking on fuel right now. A couple of Mexicans were talking and he heard them say they wished the men would show up because they don't want to hang around in harbor long after they pick up provisions."

"Did he hear them say what men?" Kimberly asked.

"Mannie said they called him El Ingles." Rodrick frowned then smacked his own head. "Fuck! Ingles! English!"

Kimberly tilted her head. "An Englishman?"

"Not English, a Kiwi. They don't know the difference between British, Australian and New Zealand accents. It all sounds the same to them. If it isn't an American accent, to them, it's English. To them there's Gringo english and British english. Son-of-a-bitch, they're meeting that fuck, Fielding!" Rodrick swore.

Kimberly stared hard. "That's reaching. Can't ignore it, but that's reaching. Where the hell did he get the millions to divert those assets here? We're talking fifty million or better, plus expenses."

"The woman." Tammy suggested. "The one that might be looking for me. Going after the royals is business. Going after me is personal, but if there's a chance to do both, it can't be passed up."

The phone rang again, Rodrick snatched it up. "RamAir. Hey Mannie."

Kimberly and Tammy went silent, watching Rodrick.

"Yeah. You sure? Absolutely postive? Okay. Good. Yeah. Just tell Kim if you get anything else. Okay. Thanks." Rodrick said then hung up. "Kim, pay Mannie twenty grand by morning. The boat will be moored until tomorrow night. El Ingles won't be there before noon tomorrow."

“So does that affect the Prince’s fishing trip?”

“When is it?”

“Eight tomorrow morning.”

“So it’s before El Ingles is out on the water? Should be okay.”

Tammy wasn’t convinced. “If we tell the British about the sub, and Kyle’s involvement, they’ll put Kestrel on lockdown or fly the principles out?”

“Correct, but how convincing are you going to be with plausibly deniability at your court martial?”

“So, we see if we can deal with the sub before it becomes a problem? The only definite intel is that a drugs sub is in the area?”

“And that’s a local issue, Tammy, understood?”

“Yes, Kimberly.”

“Good. Now, what support are you planning for your fishing trip?”

“I plan to stay within the cordon.”

“But if the Prince wants to go into deeper water, do you refuse?”

“I may have to.”

“Or you’ll just roll over and do as asked, so let's have a contingency for that.”

“Shouldn’t I be having this conversation with the Brits?”

“In due course, yes, but you need to go to the boss with a plan.”

“So I take another team out there as a sweeper boat?”

“Yes, that’s a start.”

“How about a drone?”

Rodrick replied. “The Brits might object.”

“Infra-red scanning? In case of stray boats or divers?”

“We’ll consider it.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Now, when was your last diving practice?”

“It’s been a while.”

“I suggest you get in the water.”

“I’ll speak to the SBS guys and see if I can borrow their kit.”

Immediately after lunch Tammy had managed to join a planned training session that the Special Boat Service was running, using a spare RIB as a diving platform. Once again they were a little surprised when she asked for a full rebreather set.

“Are you sure, Captain, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I qualified nearly a year ago, and before you ask me if it was a civvie course you should know that I tested at HMNB Clyde, Faslane if you wish.”

“Sorry, ma’am.”

“It was a reasonable question on safety grounds, but why did you need to ask it?”

“You don’t have a dolphin insignia, ma’am.”

Tammy filed that under advisement,wondering if her uniform would get crowded if she added all the patches she was apparently entitled to?

They were back two hours later and she had enjoyed it, whilst the team had been reassured that she was capable of using their equipment, albeit not as efficiently.

Lt Col. Jeremy Wells returned mid afternoon and called for Tammy.

“Status, Captain?”

“Personal or mission, Sir?”

“I’m interested if you’ve achieved anything?”

“I undertook a diving training session, Sir, and I sat in an intel briefing that our hosts held.”

“I see, is there anything we need to know?”

“A known mini submarine that has been used for drug smuggling has been noted in waters near here.”

“I see, is it a manned sub?”

“Unknown at this time. It does operate from a mother ship in international waters to deliver the drugs. I believe this information came from the local US Coastguard and they’ll deal with it.”

“The same Coastguard folk who helped with the terrorists capture?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I see, carry on but keep me informed.”

“Certainly, Sir.”

-o-

Tammy skipped Sunday morning's PT so she could be at the dock shortly after six to meet with Carl, dressed as requested. Her sunglasses were parked in her hair.

“Wow!”

“Thanks Carl, but this isn’t for you!”

Lyssa had provided Tammy with an updated version of the classic Ursula Andress bikini from the Dr No. film, complete with a knife belt. She was wearing white sneakers but was also carrying a pair of sandals with her.

Given that the Prince’s close protection team might object to a knife, she had re-purposed the knife belt to hold a small military handheld radio. Her phone was in a waterproof case and that was now clipped to the belt as well. In a small bag were essentials; lip balm, sunblock and other feminine supplies.

“Okay, Princess, the fishing kit is prepared. There’s bait in the well, please don’t put it in the cold locker. We'll never get the smell out!”

“Fine, bearing in mind I know nothing about fishing.”

“Girls.” Carl rolled his eyes.

“Hey, that’s sexist!”

“But true. What do you have for defense?"

"A disarming smile? The Royal's team aren't keen on anyone else having weapons."

"This is where you thank your uncle Carl. We got two lockboxes aboard. The one by the helm has two Glocks, both forty caliber and you have ten magazines. Press both sides of the panel to release it.” Carl said patting the panel then walked back to a bench seat.

"Push hard and this drops open. Three CAR-15s and twenty-eight magazines of five-five-six tungsten core rounds. Those are armor piercing. You also have six frag grenades and five concussion grenades. Frags won't do much underwater, but the concussions will. Throw one under a hull and it'll crack it. Four seconds on the frags, five on the concussions. You got all that, right?"

Tammy nodded. "Aye, aye. Thank you Uncle Carl."

Carl gave her a stern look. "I hope you listened well. The radio has presets. One is the patrols. Two is your C.I.C. here. Three is the Tower. Four is the Coasties. This is your radio fill."

Tammy looked to the small white board next to the radio Carl tapped. "Understood."

"Safety gear in this locker." Carl opened an orange hatch, cunningly disguised with the word "Rescue".

Tammy looked in and saw the lifevests. Instead of the standard boating vest, these were similar to a pilot's vest. The vest would inflate when the tab is pulled and also had a strobe attached. Another tab released a bright green dye-marker. There was also an orange dry-bag and a red dry-bag with a medical insignia.

"Life raft is here. Yank the cord and it pops open and inflates. Any questions?" Carl asked.

Tammy looked up. "I still don't know anything about fishing."

"Here's a cheat-sheet. Everything is color coded." Carl handed her a clipboard with laminated sheets attached.

Tammy looked the sheets over. Though they wouldn't make her an expert, they would help her muddle through. She was taken by surprise when Carl snapped something around her right wrist. It was some kind of bangle-style bracelet.

"If anything happens and you have to bail; break this open and you'll find instructions. Where to go, what to do, who to meet. If shit goes down, you take the Prince and bail. You don't worry about anything or anybody else. You take him and go. That's from the super-spook. Understood?" Carl asked.

Tammy sighed then nodded. "Aye, aye."

"Get aboard. I'll cast you off." Carl said.

Tammy stepped aboard the cruiser and started the engines. She checked the instruments and all were good. The line was tossed aboard and Carl pushed the boat away from the dock. The clock was now closer to seven.

"Underway!" Carl waved.

Tammy nodded and called back. "Underway!"

The sun was low and Tammy had dropped her glasses onto her nose to try and deal with the glare. Once completely clear of the dock she pushed the throttle to ten knots and left it there. There was no reason to rush as her pick up time was at eight.

She was ten minutes out when she was intercepted by one of the patrols. She recognized the boat as Rodrick's.

"Patrol One, Tango Mike inbound." Tammy called over the radio.

"Acknowledged, Tango Mike."

Tammy noted Commander Traeger amongst the crew. Thankfully none of the guys decided that Tammy was an interloper and needed to be searched.

"Captain Smart?"

"Correct, Commander. Here by Royal Command."

"Understood. Do you need an escort?"

"Thank you, that won't be necessary, and I would like my rear to be checked."

Whistles were immediate followed by laughter. Tammy blushed and patted her behind in jest. "I mean 'aft', of course."

"Of course, ma'am." Traeger saluted, smiling.

The patrol boat pulled away from her so she threw the throttles open, leaving an obvious wake. It was a few minutes later, at a much more sedate speed, that she pulled alongside at the Kestrel dock. She was greeted by an MP5.

"Put that down and help me tie this up."

"Stay where you are and keep your hands where I can see them!"

"Okay, I guess you didn't get to meet me on Ram's Rock? I'm Captain Tamara Smart of the British Army and here by order of his Royal Highness. Now secure that weapon and tie me up or I will have you on the next flight to a detention facility."

"I need ID."

"You need your bloody eyes tested." Tammy rested her hands on her belt, then spotted DS Garston arriving.

"Stand down, you idiot!"

"Good morning DS Garston, will you grab my line?"

"Certainly, Captain."

Tammy had drifted away from the dock during the altercation but easily threw a line and eased the cruiser back alongside. The DS clearly had done some boat work in his native Cornwall so Tammy was happy that his knot would hold, noting that he had a belt to ensure his shorts would stay up. She took a second line and looped it through a ring before returning it to the boat.

"All set, thank you. Wasn't everyone told I would be here this morning?"

"Yes, but they were told your rank so made an assumption. Equally they probably expected a Zodiac."

"So a bird in swimwear on a white cruiser was obviously an interloper?"

"Correct, it's a good job that you didn't have a knife on that belt."

"Is he known for itchy fingers?"

"Some of the team think they're exempt from the UK rules of engagement here."

"I sincerely hope they won't do anything stupid."

"You and me both, I'm the liaison officer so I get told about everything."

"I thought you had a Detective Inspector here to do that?"

"He was invalided off the island after stepping on a spiked fish. That left me with authority."

"Good. Now, I have no idea what your first name is?"

"David."

"Tammy."

"I've done some thinking, did you lose a mobile phone on Fistral Beach a few years ago?"

"Yes, that was me."

"What rank were you then? I don't remember seeing anything that suggested you were in the Army?"

"I'd just done my A Level exams and I wasn't a part of any military organisation but ... but I had done a special forces course earlier that year."

"If I asked Sophie about you would she know what you were doing these days?"

"Probably not, Heather would have a better idea but still wouldn't know everything. Nobody knows everything about my life, not even me!"

They were interrupted by the arrival of Prince William.

"If you have secrets then I want to hear them!"

"If you insist, Your Highness."

"It's William, just William."

"Aye, aye. I'd prefer Tammy if you wouldn't mind?"

"Tammy is quite fine. I'm on child minding duty at twelve as apparently a hairstylist connected to Lyssa's service is being flown in, so can we get out there?"

"Of course. David, can you untie me?"

Tammy decided to ignore the unintentional double-entendre but the Prince was laughing. "I think I'm going to enjoy this trip!"

She released the looped line and let it slip as she pulled away from the dock.

"Could one of you get that?"

William obliged, by which time most of the line was now in the water. He coiled the sodden line and left it to dry on the deck. Tammy grabbed the mic.

"Patrol One this is Tango Mike."

"Patrol Two here, Ma'am, we're on station now."

Tammy recognised Josie Taylor's voice. "Acknowledged, outbound from Kestrel with two passengers, heading North by Northwest."

"Roger Tango Mike. Announce return."

"Understood." She hung the mic and now gently engaged the throttles through the shallows until they reached open water. She turned North, took the boat up to ten knots and ran until ten minutes off Kestrel, but still within the security perimeter.

She decided against dropping an anchor but engaged a circular plot at minimal speed.

William and David were already selecting equipment.

"So, Captain, Tammy?"

"Yes?"

"What happens if we're attacked?"

"I'll call for help."

"Of course, but what else?"

"Okay." Tammy did a twirl. "I may not have weapons attached to me but this vessel is adequately protected. Given that the vessel belongs to an American and is not a UK asset, I don't think it's fair for me to demonstrate anything unless I absolutely have no choice."

"But you have been given training?"

"It was the five minute special, and I've already forgotten the passwords."

It wasn't long before two rods were resting on the aft rail, held by guides. It seemed that David Garston knew about fishing as well and she wondered if this was taught in Cornish schools? He had spotted the sheets on the clipboard and laughed, remarking of the convenience.

"You get cod and mackerel off Cornwall, don't you?"

"Yes, plus flatfish like Skate, and then there's the small sharks. Sometimes a big shark as well."

"What are you aiming for today?"

"Marlin."

"What's it like?"

"Fast and furious, Tammy, but we're not allowed to land it."

"Oh, what about sharks?"

"Those are illegal to fish here."

"So what can you keep?"

"Tuna and Mackerel."

Tammy went to plaster herself with sun lotion but regretted not having a wide brimmed hat. She opened the cold store for a bottle of water and offered the same to the other two. It seemed easier for her to simply watch them manipulate the rods, lines and bait. If something bit then there was potential for a fight, man vs fish ... with the odds on the fish.

One Marlin was nearly brought on board but David snipped the line to release it before anyone could take a photo.

"That was small. About a good forty kilos, but it would have caused damage and injury easily."

Tammy wasn't convinced as she'd probably have to account for the lost fishing weights and hooks.

Over the next hour or so the patrol boat passed within a couple of times, but no fish had yet made it onto the deck. Tammy wondered if the guys would object if she coloured her nails, all twenty of them?

"Got one!"

William was fighting a fish and, slowly, brought it aboard. David removed the hook once it stopped thrashing around the deck. He weighed it, roughly.

"About ten kilos, not bad for mackerel?"

"Mackerel?"

"King mackerel. Let's see if we can get a yellow tail, they're out there!"

It seemed like the boys were enjoying themselves. Tammy liked fish, usually with a sauce, and this seemed too much like hard work. She had kept an eye on the radar since they'd left Kestrel and spotted a vessel inbound at speed.

"Patrol Two, this is Tango Mike."

"Go ahead."

"I have a vessel bearing one-eight-zero. Range; ten nautical miles and closing."

"We see it, on our way."

She turned to the boys. "We need to move, can you bring the lines in?"

"We have a tuna, can you at least not take any sudden turns?"

"I'll do my best."

On the radar she could see the patrol boat approaching so turned to intercept, moving back towards the island. It only took a few minutes for them to meet up.

"Josie, what is it?"

"We think it's the Coastguard."

There was a shout of triumph from the aft as a large fish landed on the deck with a slap. The patrol crew called their approval.

"Got it! Take us back, Tammy."

"Aye, aye, your Highness."

The patrol boat resumed course to intercept the approaching vessel. Tammy corrected course to return to Kestrel. Soon enough she drew alongside of the dock. Garston took a line and jumped to the dock and quickly tied off. Two of the house staff appeared from nowhere and made quick work of the catch.

"Tammy, I had a great time out on the water." The Prince smiled.

Tammy bobbed a quick curtsy. "Glad to hear it, Highness. Enjoy your day with the children. Or how did Lord Mason put it; Rugrat Detail?"

Garston and the Prince both laughed as Garston cast off. Tammy eased from the dock waving then powered away.

"Patrol Two; Tango Mike, outbound, returning to base." Tammy called over the radio.

"Roger that Tango Mike, Patrol Two out." Josie replied.

Tammy adjusted course and speed. On the radar she could see the large vessel from earlier. Within three minutes, she could see the vessel was closing. Tammy switched the radio to the Coast Guard preset just in case.

When Tammy could see the Coast Guard cutter a voice came over the radio.

"Ahoy, this is United States coast Guard Cutter Raymond Evans. Reduce speed and maintain course to be identified."

Tammy responded. "Understood Raymond Evans. Nice to see you again. My regards to Captain Stiles."

Soon enough Tammy could see sailors moving around. More than one could be seen with binoculars. One of which immediately went inside.

"Heave to and prepare to be boarded." A voice called over the radio.

"Oh dear. What have I got myself into now." Tammy groaned and did as instructed.

A sailor tossed down a line. Tammy tied off to a cleat and the boat was pulled close. Another sailor lowered a ladder and descended.

A soon as the sailor was aboard he grinned and called out. "IT'S HER, CAPTAIN!"

Immediately sailors lined the rail and called out to her.

An officer joined them. "Well, well. Didn't expect to run into you again. Captain Smart, was it?"

"Indeed Captain Stiles. What can I do for you?" Tammy asked.

Captain Ben, Big Benny, Stiles waved her up. "Come aboard."

Tammy carefully climbed the ladder wearing the high heeled sandals, regretting not changing back to trainers after dropping off the Prince. Several 'helping hands' were extended even before she was halfway up. Aboard the cutter Tammy was quickly surrounded by smiling sailors. Many looked somewhat disappointed for some reason.

"Hmmm. I think the crew preferred your previous look there, Captain." Stiles commented.

Tammy put all the charm she had into her smile. "Well I had the Prince aboard for an excursion. I doubt Her Highness would approve such attire. Also there was an off-chance those nasty gossip-mongers might have come about. Not good for any of us if pictures happened."

Stiles barked orders. "Alright men, you got a good look at the lady. Back to work."

The men dispersed and Stiles stepped closer to lean back against the rail.

"We need to talk."

"I am all ears." Tammy replied.

Stiles looked at her intently. "I hear Ramrod and his crew are looking for a boat. A boat with a sketchy crew. They're asking anybody and everybody. Some of them know me too. I know Rod and his bunch real good. They don't look for boats just to have something to do. What kind of bad juju are these assholes?"

"I'm afraid I can't help you with any of that, Sir. Captain Mason shanghaied me into that previous meeting. I obliged as it was a favour for the Crown. How do you say it; one for the team, as it were?" Tammy sighed.

The Coast Guard Captain stared from behind his sunglasses. "Let's say I buy that. Yeah, roping you into coming out to be eye-candy for the guys is something he'd pull and doesn't surprise me even a little bit. Carry a message. Message as follows; what the fuck is going on? I need to know what's in my waters. End message. You can do that?"

"Aye, aye, Sir." Tammy replied.

Stiles nodded then called. "The lady's disembarking! Prepare to cast her off!"

"AYE!" Rang out from everywhere and many men swarmed back to the rail. Tammy had to laugh as the sailors helped her into a cradle-seat. First they hoisted her up much higher than was needed. Of course there were several wolf-whistles and cat-calls, so Tammy tried to pose sexily and wave, blowing a kiss to the crew.

Her effort apparently went well since the chorus of appreciation went out louder then they gently lowered her back down to the cruiser. The sailor that had been aboard helped her out then untied the line and jumped onto the ladder to scamper back up. Tammy laughed again when the Cutter sounded all its sirens and horns as it pulled away to resume patrol. When she was comfortably underway, Tammy swapped the sandals for her trainers.

As Tammy approached the dock, she was surprised to see only Carl waiting for her.

"Hi Carl." Tammy greeted and tossed the line.

Carl pulled the line and tied it off. "Hey. I'm pretty sure you have a debriefing."

"I'm sure I do. Do I need to do some kind of inventory of the equipment?" Tammy asked.

Carl shook his head. "No. I will, it'll be faster."

Tammy stepped onto the dock. "Thank you. I need to get a moment with Rodrick and Kimberly."

Carl looked up. "Yeah?"

Tammy nodded. "The Coast Guard stopped me. They know something is going on about a boat. He gave me a message."

"Big Benny isn't stupid. I'll tell the Boss. Go do your thing." Carl said the waved her off.

Tammy began to leave, but Carl called out.

"Hey, did they catch anything?" Carl asked.

Tammy laughed. "Actually, they did!"

"Then it was worth it. Go on." Carl smiled.

Tammy thought about it and agreed. It had been worth it, since they did catch fish and more importantly, they’d had fun.

{Continues}

	Tammy Beginnings follows sixteen year old Tom Smart as he starts his voyage of self discovery. This is an expanded Preludes story.
	Don wants to pursue a career in Voice Acting and has been training himself. He's even developed some feminine character voices. What not even his closest friends or Dad know is: the latest feminine voice is destined for higher purpose. Opportunity and one strange chance change his life forever. Not all things in the night go 'bump'. Sometimes you find a voice of light, when you change your dial!

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 10 Protocols Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

Tammy had wanted to spend the remainder of Sunday topping up her tan but was very aware of the intel concerning Kyle Fielding.

“Would he be stupid enough to attack here?”

Carl had been walking away but he stopped and turned.

“If he’s stupid then anything is possible, but there’s stupid and then there’s F’ing STUPID. My guess is that he falls somewhere between the two?”

“So be prepared for the worst and hope for the best?”

“No Tammy. Plan, prepare and revise. All plans go to shit, concern with recovering. Learn how to down-grade from FUBAR.”

“That doesn’t sound like your words, Carl?”

“Kim actually, maybe even Lyssa before that. Just remember the message. Make it a mantra.”

“Okay, all I need is a pow-wow with everyone?”

“Upstairs, half past.”

The clock had eased past midday as she’d brought the boat alongside. It had taken twenty minutes to clean the boat, although Tammy wasn’t convinced that was long enough, but her bladder alarm was going off. She headed for the nearest restroom then made it up to the briefing room as the door was being closed.

“Sorry, here now.”

“Who said you were invited?” asked Kimberly.

“I guessed, as it involves Kyle, the Royals and me?”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Oh. So I’m not needed?”

“You’ve made two assumptions in as many minutes, Captain Tamara Smart. Not a habit to get into. Stop and listen.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Rod, can she stay as an observer?”

“As an observer; yes.”

Tammy nodded.

“Good, Fielding was spotted fifteen minutes ago." Kimberly announced

Rodrick asked. "Who and where?"

"Romeo Santos. He was on a small boat at Marsh Harbour. He wasn't alone and didn’t look comfortable.”

“How many and were they arriving or leaving, Kim?”

“Both. He fuelled and headed East. El Piñata left Moore's Island this morning and has taken a position about twenty miles east of Grand Bahamas earlier today. We were told when Coastguard spotted it. They didn’t have time to do anything about it at the time and it wasn’t, apparently, breaking any laws. They had to respond to a civilian pleasure vessel in distress.”

“Okay, unless they send a fast boat out to intercept him then he’s going to take two to three hours to make contact. Add a couple of hours for his training, if they allow him unrestricted access. Puts him around nineteen to twenty-hundred hours. My guess is he’ll want a dusk approach. Can he bring the sub alongside the dock at Kestrel?”

“Sure, there’s about three to four fathoms there. The bay is even deeper. It's a natural harbor.” Rodrick re-stated. "a natural harbor, fresh water and access to power; they paid a bundle. I think it went for twelve. Cassidy wouldn't let anybody haggle it down before."

Tammy shook her head, this did not sound promising. Kimberly ignored her.

“Options; first is to pick out the sub before it gets close. My guess is that it has sonar and runs almost completely silent so we’d struggle to find it? Next is to deal with the sub at the dock, but depth charges may damage the dock. Of course, it might claim to be an environmental survey and not an offensive mission? Anyone?”

Tammy snorted, trying desperately not to laugh.

Pete suggested. “We hang a net across the entrance to the bay and mine just outside the entrance?”

“That would make it difficult to evacuate anyone by boat or to land more personnel.” Rodrick answered.

“We get the Brits to put a full platoon or squadron on Kestrel and leave it to them?” Carl offered.

Rodrick was looking increasingly concerned.

“So all suggestions involve damaging the sub. Letting the Brits handle it might make it more complicated. Spitballing here; what happens if the cartel hears that we, or the Brits, destroyed their sub? Possible scenario; they think we did it, since we're supposed to be shady, and they retaliate in kind. Not good. They understand the Brits did it; they don't care about protecting royals and it agitates them even more so, cue retaliation against the Crown. That backfires on us. We need more options.”

Tammy waved her hand.

“Downstairs to the right.” Kimberly prompted, reminding the location of the ladies' room that Tammy had already visited.

“No, not that, I have a suggestion. We let Fielding land on Kestrel and capture him. The sub isn’t damaged and the Brits can deal with their own, whilst there’s no link to yourselves.”

“I can see a major flaw.”

“I’ve already thought of that, Kimberly. Let me explain.”

Krystel arched an eyebrow. "This ought to be good."

-o-

The invitations went out to the Royal Party as soon as the plan was agreed, then Tammy hurriedly went to get changed out of her swimwear. Ten minutes later Rodrick briefed the British officers

“A barbecue?”

“Sure, why not? Lyssa and I have invited them and the invite was accepted. They will be our guests for the evening.”

“And they will return to Kestrel tonight?”

“That’s the idea.”

“We’ll arrange for their transport.”

“It’s dealt with, we’re speaking to the protection liaison officer and pick-up is at three as her Royal Highness is having her hair done and the Prince is on rugrat detail.”

“You speak as if they’re personal friends and not the ruddy Royal Family?”

“I’m American, Jeremy. We haven't done monarchy since 1776, and they are personal friends now.”

“Point taken, Rodrick, but my guess is that you won’t cook much before six and nothing has been set up as yet?”

“Which leaves us close to three hours time that needs to be arranged?”

“Correct.”

“I heard some of your personnel talking about a grudge match between the two groups, SAS versus SBS.”

“There’s always rivalry. For certain you know about that.”

“Absolutely. But your bunch sounded serious, how about a football game?”

“They wouldn’t know how to play that gridiron thing.”

“Not our football, yours. Soccer, eleven a side. You can get some of the airwing and support to make up numbers, right?”

“Some have been using that pitch they found, but always after the sun has dipped otherwise it's been too hot?. I will, however, insist that there is still a patrol out there, guarding the island?”

“That can be done. And we'd even help out with a full sweep before the Royals return.”

“That’s up to the Close Protection team.”

“Great, I knew you'd be onboard!”

“I haven’t agreed yet?”

“Sure you did.”

Jeremy Wells shook his head. "You're barking Rodrick."

"Relax, it'll be a good time for all. Have some coffee." Rodrick patted him on the back.

"I'll have tea." Jeremy growled. "And don't you dare gave any of that poison to his Highness, either!"

The next few hours turned into a semi-disaster as a party suitable for VIPs was created from scratch. Tammy heard a few impolite words indirectly, with herself as a target. Unfortunately Lyssa also gave the look of minor annoyance when Tammy was summoned.

"So this was your suggestion?"

"We were playing politics, it seemed like the best way to handle the mess."

"And my husband agreed?"

"He set the ground rules, my plan was the only one to tick the boxes."

"So, a dinner party with sport was needed within hours? We normally have at least three days to set something up."

"Sorry Lyssa, but there is a special forces trained idiot out there who doesn't give a toss!"

"Oh I get it, Tammy, but have you ever tried to fix something like this at short notice?"

"My parents' wedding, we fired the caterer that morning."

"Out of a cannon?" Lyssa smirked.

"I wanted to. We cancelled his contract with malice then hired his daughter."

"Close, then. Okay, so you have some experience. I guess you'll be helping kick this into shape? I still have the twins to handle."

"Ummm, firstly Kim isn't happy with me as no heavy artillery is going to be used, and secondly I've got to be the logistics girl."

"Which was what I wanted."

"Yeah, apparently I can be spared but everyone else is occupied."

"It's nice to be wanted."

"Not when everyone needs you and no-one thanks you."

"As an operative that’s the normal situation."

"And the primary cause of a SNAFU?"

"One of them. Okay, Miss Smart, get moving. I need to make some calls."

Tammy changed into a casual outfit before she took a cigarette boat into Freeport Harbour, having warned the girls she was inbound. She met them in the hotel lobby.

"We're checking out?"

"Yes Lizzy, I think your job here is done."

"But?"

"You have confirmed that there is just one possible tango and no-one else has tripped your senses?"

"Yes, but?"

"So mission complete, we head back to base."

"Hey, don't I have any say?"

"No. Have you forgotten that you are now my junior?"

"I'm a civvie here!"

"And paid by the Ministry of Defence!"

"Oh, yeah."

"So, get back to your room and be ready to check out!"

Lesley was already set to depart, having received the instruction an hour earlier.

"She's packed, Ma'am, but hoped she could change your mind."

"To be honest, I half expected it. She's already got used to a hotel existence."

"If you don't mind me asking, what will she do next?"

"Exactly what she has been doing, but back on our island."

"What about me?"

"How do you fancy a little exercise? Fully armed."

"The kind of work I was trained to do?"

"Exactly."

"I'm ready for that, it's been a bit boring here."

"Great, I don't need to order you!"

"Feck, no! Just tell me where and when."

"There's a full briefing at six."

"Count me in."

Tammy walked over to the reception and confirmed that Elegant had cancelled the remaining days. She spotted Lizzie exiting the elevator with her cases so ensured the girl left her room card.

"You didn't arrive with that much luggage? Is that Louis Vuitton?"

"Err, yes."

"I'm guessing that both cases are full?"

"Umm."

They had plenty of time as the girls had their way to the dock.

"Okay, Elizabeth, how much have you spent?"

"A couple of thousand."

"How much?"

"Three thousand."

"I guess the store staff were smiling when you paid return visits?"

"Yeah, I was looked after."

"Didn't I suggest you kept a low profile?"

"I don't recall it."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'. I guess you know you'll be charged for excess on every flight home?"

"Oh."

"And possibly on a charge for disobeying orders?"

"No!"

"Then I hope you can take instruction? It would seem that you are quite capable of single-handed sinking an entire operation?"

"No!"

"What about back in Thurso when you nearly dropped me in the brown stuff?"

"I was excited."

"That excitement could have ruined my cover story."

Lesley was keeping quiet at the rear and Tammy belatedly realised her words could be overheard.

"So am I going back to Scotland with you?"

"That is to be determined and isn't up to me."

"Oh."

"So how did you afford all those clothes?"

"I had a bonus."

They'd reached the boardwalk and there were plenty of other boat users in the area so Tammy shut up, telling Lizzie to zip it. Once on board she asked Lesley to cast off, guessing that the girl was more than capable.

Thirty minutes later they approached Rams Rock, just as a chopper was dropping onto the pad. They tied the boat up and were heading up the path as the Royals disembarked.

"You weren't wearing that this morning?"

"No, your Highness, I've been on an errand and I had to get rid of a fishy smell."

Kate admonished her husband who was now blushing. "That was inappropriate, I think your granny needs to hear this?"

Tammy's latest bikini was blood red and quite revealing under a gossamer wrap, the colour was soon matching William's face.

The Royal couple, plus kiddies, were ushered away which allowed Tammy to direct her passengers.

"Lizzie, you're back in the same cabin as before, check in with Maisie for a blood test and fitness."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, and it's an order."

"Damn you."

"Thank me later. Lesley, check in with your Lieutenant but I need you and Josie at six for a briefing in the main hanger. Ask Your lieutenant to join us. You'll need swimwear."

"One piece?"

"Two."

"There's not much protection?"

"If my plan works, you'll not need to do much."

"How many are we dealing with?"

"Two. Full details later."

"Understood."

-o-

William and Kate were given a variety of demonstrations over the next few hours whilst the food was prepared.

Tammy went for a shower and dropped a sundress over a third clean bikini. She was found by the Lt Colonel almost immediately as she stepped out of her cabin.

"You're out of uniform!"

"That depends on which perspective you're looking from?"

"That's insolence, Captain!"

"Really, can't you get out of that bloody mindset? I work best with unorthodox operations, I do not give a shit about farting and marching to someone else's tune."

"You are seriously testing me, Captain."

"Tell that to his Royal Highness who spent the morning with me, and who is currently on this island because of me."

"Captain Mason invited them, don't lie."

"The invitation was made after my suggestion. Do you have the foggiest idea as to what is going on today?"

"Don't treat me like a fool, Miss Smart, you may have spent the morning with the Prince but there's no military operations in progress."

"In which case, I suggest you're in the main hangar at six for a briefing."

Wells stormed off, clearly unhappy that a junior officer was issuing instructions. Tammy wondered if he also had an issue with females? Regardless she went to find her fiancée.

"Carl, have you seen Maisie?"

"Yeah, she and Mindy flew into Freeport about half an hour ago."

"What for?"

"Hey, I think it was girl stuff. I don't get involved as I'm always wrong."

Next stop was Kimberly.

"Any update?"

"We were tracking the sub as she left El Piñata and it was on the surface for a while but it submerged after a couple of minutes. Based on our intel it's on target for an ETA of seven, but my guess is still that it'll wait for dusk."

"The welcoming party will be there before seven."

"You might reconsider, at top speed it could be early and they might not care about having the cover of darkness."

"My briefing is set for six."

"I suggest you move it up."

Tammy went in search of Josie and Lesley, finding them demonstrating unarmed combat with a couple of the SAS guys. She waited until the girls had accomplished victory, much to the delight of Kate and Lyssa, before pulling them aside.

"Briefing is five thirty and we fly out immediately after that."

"Who else?"

"I'm hoping Maisie is with us as medic."

"Haven't you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"She's refereeing this match, the little girl Mindy is running the line."

"Oh. That may be why they've gone into Freeport?"

"They called a sports shop that Mindy knows and have bought a load of kit. I got that from our Lieutenant."

Tammy really needed one of the OICA crew on board but the key issue was full deniability. She didn't want anyone questioning her authority or her uniform and protocols, so that restricted the personnel. In the end she tagged two more of the females, almost at random, and told them to get swimwear and to be at the hanger at five thirty.

She was going to miss the BBQ so grabbed a sandwich from the mess and asked for a plate to be left for her and the team. Maisie and Mindy had returned but dashed off to get themselves ready.

At five thirty Tammy and four girls gathered in the main hanger. She’d reluctantly added Commander Geoff Traeger to her group. Wells arrived just before she started the briefing, Tammy received a stare from him so she ignored him.

"Okay, our objective tonight is to capture two potential terrorists. One is formerly a special forces officer and the other is a skilled espionage operative."

Wells had sat at the end of the table and looked to be seething. Tammy pointed to the satellite view of the Royals’ holiday retreat on a large monitor.

"We're going to Kestrel, but the principals have been temporarily relocated here because of concerns for their safety. They have not been told that there is a former special operations operative and hostile espionage operative in the area, but the protection team are aware. The threat is the two individuals I mentioned but they are being supported by a crew of Mexican Cartel sailors who seemingly have a financial arrangement, plus logistical support involving a mothership and a small submersible. Our objective is to detain the two operatives. It is essential that the sub and any Mexican support crew can escape, hopefully with the understanding that they are fortunate." Tammy stated.

"Excuse me, Captain, but why is that? Why not disable or destroy the sub, taking out the personnel?" Josie asked.

Tammy nodded. "Doing that would be easier and more feasible, but the aftermath would contradict our objectives. That sub is a very valuable asset to the cartel and they would retaliate against British interests plus anyone who supported us - that includes our hosts. To be honest, the sub is of no consequence to our objectives and it suits our needs to let it escape with the crew, whilst feigning pursuit. So long as we have the pair of tangos everything else is irrelevant. One thing is absolute, do not anger the cartel and they won't be a direct threat in the future - they are being paid for this operation and have no desire to create a supply route on these islands but they will defend their existing supply chain with violence."

"Are you absolutely certain they would do so?" Wells asked.

Tammy shook her head. "No, sir. However, that sub and its tender are critical to their smuggling operations. You can, however, assume that the Coastguard will be taking an interest in that cartel and their maritime resources. Anything we learn can and should be passed to the Coasties and the local drug agency in the spirit of co-operation."

Kimberly walked in, dropping a box next to Tammy. "I need your attention."

All eyes turned and watched as Kimberly went to the monitor. "This information comes from Rodrick's contact in the D.E.A."

The monitor displayed a split screen image. A large fishing boat and strange looking submarine, side by side.

"El Piñata is the tender. She's sixty feet and has a hatch along the keel. The sub is twenty five feet. Her capacity is two tons of cargo. A suspected usual operation is the tender sits outside territorial waters. The sub deploys under the cover of darkness and runs to the shoreline. They unload the cargo, pick up either cash or other form of payment and return to the tender. This is repeated until full delivery is made. A typical shipment is twenty tons going ashore. This asset is worth millions to the cartel. The cartel is the number two cartel in this hemisphere. Makes sure that asset and its personnel return. Do whatever you like with your targets, but the cartel must recover their property." Kimberly explained.

Traeger asked. "So this cartel are a serious lot?"

Kimberly gave him a direct look. "The Latin cartels stay in a constant state of open war and terrorism with each other. The one that owns these assets are just as vicious as guerilla warlords in western Africa. If they aren't laying waste to half a city, they're conducting public relations operations. They fund community clean-ups, medical clinics, sponsor sports teams, parades, festivals; you get the idea."

"They do all that and they're bloody drug dealers?" Lesley shook her head.

Kimberly nodded. "Give us your hearts and minds; or we'll slaughter you all and burn everything to the dirt. Also the crew of the boat are known to have fed informants, Mexican Federales and even one confirmed undercover DEA agent to the sharks. They don't play. Send them running home, but intact. Otherwise they will turn their eyes to British interests. You have enough problems as it is, don't make a new one."

"So that's it?" Asked Traeger.

"No, but anything else is beyond your clearance."

With that, Kimberly turned and left the room.

Josie sat back in her chair. "Say what you want, but she sure does put it into perspective."

"Commander, if we focus on the two operatives, do you think you can convince the sub it should go elsewhere?" Tammy asked.

Traeger nodded. "Aye. Make them feel very unwelcome? I believe I can do that."

"Then that is your task."

Tammy changed the images on the monitor to show a picture of a woman that Lesley had taken. "Lesley, Josie. She is yours, but your objective is to take her alive."

Wells finally stood and changed the monitor's image to Kyle Fielding. "And him?"

"Oh, he's mine, and my aim is to take him alive. He has quite a lot to answer for and Colonel MacTaggart will definitely want to have a chat with him, Sir." Tammy said.

Wells addressed the room. "Prepare yourselves. The Captain and I have a point or two to discuss."

The group stood up and cleared the room. Traeger closed the door as he went out last.

"Alright Smart, I'll put this plainly. You seem to want to do things your way, despite this being my command and there's my arse on the line. Very well, despite my personal wishes you have support for this. Conduct your operation; If you meet with victory, I will go along with your personal agenda for the rest of the deployment. Should you fail; you'll be immediately returning to Headquarters. In restraints and under several charges, starting with insubordination and conduct unbecoming. And you won't be alone, Captain. Your Sergeant and comms officer will be going with you." Wells stated.

Tammy understood her position, so far as Wells was concerned she had no choice. Wells came from established military he knew the playbook word for word. There was also a secret rule book for special ops and classified operations, and he had to follow it. Tammy's fluid status didn't fit, but due to her connections, had to be included. The fly in the ointment was Fielding, that woman and their possible connection to True Freedom, right now there was no evidence that they had committed any offences, but he was being asked to proceed as if they had. For a soldier this didn't sit well and Tammy's position was outside of his experience. Under normal circumstances he would have already allocated her to some non-operations mundane administrative tasks. Method mattered for him, but his hands were tied.

Tammy nodded. "Very well, Sir. I will produce."

Jeremy Wells turned and began to leave, but stopped at the door and looked back. "See to it that you do, Captain."

Tammy went out and began loading a bag with weapons and other bits she would need. Tammy saw grenades and remembered what she had been told that morning. Fragmentation grenades had very little effect in water. She grabbed several and included them. Flashbang grenades were added as well. Carl walked in and went to the dive lockers.

"Carl? Are you going diving? I thought you were going to be out with everybody else." Tammy asked.

Carl shrugged. "I only watch soccer when Mindy's playing. Not really my thing."

Tammy picked up on his tone. He wasn't playful as he usually was.

"So what are you doing?" Tammy asked.

Carl finished collecting equipment and pulled a rebreather rig. "Gotta go see a dude."

"A dude, eh?" Tammy hedged.

"Yep. There's always a dude." Carl answered then began to head out. "Lots of shady characters, lots of dirty deals. Every name's an alias, in case somebody squeals. It's the lure of easy money, it's got very strong appeal."

Outside she could hear the old Huey helicopter start its engine. Carl climbed inside with the bag and rebreather, although she first wondered what he was doing. He collected the kit, but Tammy noted there wasn't a wetsuit. Lonestar sat in the pilot seat. Someone else was sitting in the back with Carl. Tammy couldn't see who the other person was as the helicopter lifted off and headed out to sea. The Puma she had been assigned sat waiting with Eddie conducting a walk around, with a clipboard in his hand.

Her team joined her.

"We're ready."

Tammy nodded and led the way to the Puma. "Let's go then."

The girls looked like they were heading for a beach, but Traeger had insisted on wearing his full uniform. Tammy had second thoughts about including him but guessed that Wells would more readily accept her plan if there was a trusted soldier in the squad.

"Rams Rock Tower, this is Tango Mike One. Requesting clearance to Freeport."

"Granted, you are cleared for departure." Pete answered.

Tammy lifted but kept low, first heading West before correcting her course.

"Captain, what are you doing?"

She'd expected a question from Traeger but was still mildly irritated.

"Can you fly a chopper?"

"No?"

"Then bloody let me deal with this."

Josie and Lesley tried to keep their giggling quiet but the other girls weren't content with the lack of civility from the Captain. Traeger shut up, folded his arms and left her to it.

Ten minutes later they dropped onto the grass behind the main house, ignoring the designated heli pad. Tammy told them to stay.

"There are four police officers on the island plus a large number of staff. They have been told to keep out of the way but please ensure you only target the two tangos."

She handed out photos that Kimberly had supplied, keeping the rest of her package out of sight.

"Commit these faces to memory. Remember that Kyle Fielding is a trained special forces officer, but screwed his commission. He has equal skills to yourselves and possibly even better, he is not a civilian and you must not treat him as such. He will expect me and, I hate to say this, it's personal. So far as the woman is concerned, she'll know of me but she is not military. Expect the unconventional. Lastly, do not kill either unless you have absolutely no choice."

"Captain?"

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

"You and these ladies are hardly dressed for warfare?"

"We are not here to enact a war, consider this a snatch squad. I'm prepared to use any aspect to my full advantage and the element of surprise is designed to wrong-foot Mr Fielding. I know the man, I know how he thinks and I know his weaknesses, whilst you have absolutely no idea what to expect."

"Did he screw you, Captain?" Traeger immediately regretted his word, but all four girls were now with Tammy.

"Yes, yes I did, but the last time the pair of us met I beat his arse and left him with the MPs. He also spent some time in the Glasshouse before being deported. His presence here constitutes a clear and present danger to you, me and the Royals. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

The girls echoed the Commander, Tammy was going to need every single one of them.

A member of the house staff came out. "Ma'am? What exactly do you wish us to do?"

Tammy had to think about that and asked. "Do you have some type of shelter for very bad storms?"

"The house is hurricane rated to a category-five." She replied.

Tammy shook her head. "Not exactly what I hoped for. Please take all of your staff to as secure of a space as possible. Like a panic room or such. Please remain there until Myself or Commander Traeger come for you."

"You don't expect us to hide, do you Captain?" A man asked.

Tammy recognized him as DS Jentley. Garston had informed her of the whole team, mentioning Jentley as a former member of SO15, the Met's Counter Terrorism Command, on a Special Response Team. In short; he had been a 'door-kicker'. He wasn't the sit on the side-line type.

"You and the rest of the team are to defend the residence. I know you want in, but I need you to stay back in case the targets get past us. I'll even be formal about it. DS Jentley; would you lead your team in defence of the residence and its staff, for the Crown?" Tammy asked seriously.

Jentley folded his arms and looked at her. "Well, you can't get any more formal than that. You are right. Myself and the rest of the team want in. However, we do see the need for defence of the residence and staff. Very well, request granted. Bag your quarry and do Her Majesty's services proud."

Tammy relaxed. "Thank you. We fully intend to."

After the protective detail left Tammy waved her group to follow her. She led them to an overlook of the cove with its dock.

"Commander, perhaps take a closer position that will allow you to deny the targets return to the sub while making the crew understand they are not welcome?" Tammy asked.

Traeger nodded. "I see a position right there in those rocks that fits our bill. Provided both parties react accordingly."

Tammy dug into her bag and brought out the fragmentation grenades. "I understand these kind have limited effect in water. Perhaps they may be useful to you?"

"I believe they will." Traeger grinned. "Those aren't flashbangs as well?"

Tammy nodded. "I may need distraction and disruption."

"Pass me one as well. I have a good use for it." Traeger said and stowed the munitions in his vest. "We'll start shooting after you do."

Lesley asked. "We can shoot at them, can't we?"

"Yes, but assume they wear some type of body armour. Aim for their legs and shoulders. They can't escape or resist if they can't run or handle weapons." Tammy said, remembering the terrorists from the coffee shop. "Remember, these two are professionals. They will fight until they realize the royals aren't here, then they'll try to escape. If they do, we have no idea when or where they'll try again. We have only this chance. We can't afford to fail."

The team readied their weapons, MP5s. Traeger waved Josie to follow him and they headed down to the rocks along the shoreline. Tammy waved the rest to follow her. At a point along the path from the dock to the main house she stopped them.

"Lesley, you and the other ladies take position here and wait for my signal. He will likely be leading. If he is, good. Fire between the two. Shoot bursts onto the path between them first then target her exclusively. Separate her from him. I want him to rush ahead, towards me. If he chooses to stand and fight, bring him down. Aim for his legs and shoulders." Tammy instructed.

"Yes, Ma'am." The others replied.

Tammy handed them a radio, first aid kit and security ties. "Secure her and bind any wounds. We must take them both alive. If they reach the house, Jentley and his team will take them out with prejudice. That is no good for us. Dead baddies won't talk, so we take them alive. Understood?"

The group nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

Tammy nodded to Lesley. "Okay, you have the group. Good luck."

Tammy moved further up the path and found a hiding spot that allowed her to see the dock. She stripped out of her frock and reattached her radio to her bikini shorts. She used the frock as a mat and laid as comfortably as she could.

"Comms check, all points?"

Traeger answered first. "Waterline, check."

"Pathway, check." Lesley answered.

Tammy replied. "Pathway two, check. All checked. Begin radio silence."

Now the waiting began. The sun was setting slowly and Tammy’s desire to enjoy the scene was tainted by her need to stay alert. Another time, Tammy could admire the beauty, the Caribbean was a nice place to be posted, for sure. Slowly she raised her binoculars and scanned the water of the cove.

"Hurry up, Kyle, you have a lot to answer for this time." Tammy snarled to herself.

After twenty minutes she started to wish she had remembered to bring water, then remembered that if she drank, then she would have to relieve herself later. Likely when her targets were about to be in front of her.

She almost screeched in alarm when her phone vibrated against her leg.

"DAMN IT!" She hissed then answered quietly. "GO!"

"Ma'am. Perkins here." A comms Sergeant on Ram's Rock announced.

Tammy relaxed. "Go ahead."

"We're seeing something strange in the water of the bay there. We think it may be whatever it is you're waiting for Ma'am." Perkins informed her. "Or it is a very LARGE shark!"

Tammy raised her binoculars just as her radio clicked twice. Whatever it was, Traeger had spotted it. Tammy looked with her binoculars and saw it.

"Copy that Perkins, thank you, it's our guests. Kestrel out." Tammy said then disconnected the call.

A quick glance confirmed Lesley's group understood Traeger's signal as well. Suddenly the submarine surfaced ten metres from the dock and a pair of hatches opened on the top. A man leapt out and slid to the side, stretching his legs out to stop the vessel from bumping the dock. Two more crew popped out and these leapt onto the dock holding lines.

Two more followed as soon as the sub was alongside, Tammy watched them through the binoculars and confirmed the two were her targets. Kyle Fielding was on the lead and the woman followed closely. They ran the length of the dock before crouching, checking for detection. Kyle was talking and gesturing with his left hand. The woman nodded and they broke for the brushline and momentarily disappeared.

Tammy re-checked her MP5 and her pistol. A flashbang sat within reach as well. Within moments she could see movement on the pathway. Kyle was moving steadily up the path. The woman followed several paces behind. Tammy took up her radio and waited, silently counting down to herself. Kyle passed Lesley's group. The woman approached slowly. Tammy waited until she was directly in front of them by her estimation then keyed her radio.

"Now, Lesley!" Tammy hissed.

Lesley and her group immediately opened fire. First they fired across the path. The woman startled and turned to face the threat. Kyle turned back, surprised at the autofire. His immediate reaction was to fire in the general direction of the fire. One of Lesley's group fired back which made him instinctively back away. By that time Tammy approached Kyle from behind and lobbed the flashbang. It bounced twice and went off. Tammy had turned away and closed her eyes. Even with her eyes closed the strobe of light was bright to her. The two bangs were loud, but not deafening to her. Tammy turned back and saw Kyle disoriented. He began firing indiscriminately, forcing Tammy to drop to the ground and crawl forward.

Lesley and her group hadn't been looking toward Kyle and therefore not blinded. They took advantage of the confusion and shot the woman. One burst of bullets impacted her right shoulder, making her drop the submachine gun. Another burst hit her left leg, while the third burst torn open her right hip. She went to the ground screaming in pain. Lesly and her group practically pounced on her. Lesley secured her wrists and another secured her ankles. The third member broke open the first aid kit for bandages.

Kyle's rifle had run dry of ammunition and he was reaching for a spare magazine. Tammy charged ahead and rammed the small stock of the MP5 into the base of Kyle's skull. Kyle dropped face first to the ground. Tammy jumped atop him and grabbed his wrists, forcing them to his back and began tying them with one of the plastic ties. Down by the dock she could now hear autofire. A muffled explosion followed multiple bursts and a man was yelling in Spanish. She had no idea as to what was said, but it sounded panicked.

"GEDOFF! GEDOFFF, BITCH!" Kyle demanded, coming to and realizing he was being captured.

Tammy grabbed his feet and decided the old prank of tying his bootlaces together would work better than using the plastic ties. That was followed by searching him and removing his weapons.

Treager called over the radio. "It seems the sub crew did feel unwelcomed and have decided it would be a good idea to be elsewhere."

Tammy had to look around to find her radio before answering. "Well done!"

"TAMMY? YOU BITCH! GET OFF SO I CAN KILL YOU!" Kyle bellowed.

Tammy took her MP5 and smacked it against the side of his head. "Shut up!"

Traeger and Josie arrived. Josie stopped to help Lesley's group while Treager continued to Tammy.

"You landed a big one! Nicely done, Captain." Treager grinned and toed kyle's face with his boot. "Welcome to the Caribbean."

Kyle replied with numerous profanities. Treager rested his foot on Kyle's shoulder, pinning him on the ground. Tammy retrieved her bag.

"So the sub did leave?" Tammy asked.

Treager nodded. "Oh yes. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I had the impression they wanted to just get away."

Tammy nodded. "I hope so. I need to go meet with Jentley and let them know we're secure. Could you and the ladies bring these two to the helo?"

A few minutes later Tammy met them at the Puma, having collected her frock and weaponry.

"How is your prisoner?" Tammy asked.

Lesley looked concerned. "Maybe we did too good of a job on her? She needs immediate medical attention."

Tammy's phone rang so she answered it. "Smart, here."

"As you've answered your phone, I assume your operation has concluded. How did you fare?" Wells asked.

Tammy answered. "I have good news and bad news, Sir. Good news; we captured both and the submarine has vacated the area."

"I see. And the bad news?" Wells prompted.

Tammy replied. "The woman needs medical attention. Multiple gun shot wounds."

"Return to base, we'll see what can be done here." Wells instructed then asked. "The royals will be able to return to Kestrel, yes?"

"Oh, absolutely. No collateral damage at all. They shouldn't know unless someone tells them." Tammy said.

Wells sighed in relief. "Good. Return to base, Captain. Congratulations."

"We will be there soon, Sir. Smart, out." Tammy said and disconnected then turned to her group. "Load up, we're returning to base."

Kyle started to complain loudly as he was loaded into the helo. Tammy retrieved a kit and jabbed him. He was now a dead weight, but a quiet dead weight.

“Sleep well.”

She took her phone and asked that Josie took a photo of herself and Fielding. This was immediately sent to the Colonel with two words “Job Done.”

{Continues}

	Tammy Beginnings follows sixteen year old Tom Smart as he starts his voyage of self discovery. This is an expanded Preludes story.
	Larry a bullied sophomore in High School finds two new friends in his Home EC. class. Together the boy and two girls design costumes in anime maid style and provide treats for a booth at the mall. The trio discover a real knack for treat-making and win over not only their school, but also the town in a sweet coming of age story.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 11 Connections Shiraz & Snowfall   Royals, Football, a Dude & Fur Missiles. Life's getting complicated with too many connections.

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

Tammy’s Puma helicopter took off from the grass on Kestrel Island for the hop back to Rams Rock. Their female passenger, Lucinda Olsonova, was complaining, but Tammy had decided not to sedate her, that was a matter for the medics. The girls, who still didn't know the woman, had searched her and had bagged up her few belongings for later examination.

Former Captain Kyle Fielding was still very unconscious, following his sedation by Tammy. Given that he was been unable to object to anything Tammy asked that he be searched fully. Commander Traeger obliged, aided by one of the girls.

“Do we need a chain of evidence, for court purposes?”

Tammy hadn’t expected this. “To be honest I don’t know, can we record everything? Do you have a pocketbook Commander?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I will take the notes and counter-sign it for legal purposes. Can we do the same for this lady's possessions?”

“We don’t know who she is.”

“She is an associate of someone who posed a threat to an heir to the throne. Her name is irrelevant.”

They were met by the joint force medics and an armed escort. Tammy concerned herself with the aircraft, so allowed Traeger to deal with the handovers, but first issued an instruction.

“Commander, ladies, please write this up but pass your reports directly to me or Maisie. Do not keep a personal copy or allow anyone else to see your report.”

“Now?”

“No, lose any kit then let’s see if we can catch the match, I just need to finish the log and arrange for a refuelling.”

The girls, looking odd in a mix of bikinis and combat boots, marched away from the Puma. Tammy, in flats, was now carrying her frock as well as her equipment but the air was very still and the warmth of the day persisted.

It took a few minutes to get to the British command centre and she found both prisoners in the med bay. Kyle would be out for another half an hour but he had been secured and would be given a full examination in due course. Ms Olsonova had now been sedated and a number of wounds were being attended to by the British doctor. One of the nurses came over to her.

“No-one can tell me her name and she wasn’t very co-operative.”

“Is that necessary?”

“Yes, but only for medical purposes. In this case it will help us communicate with her regarding her treatment and recovery.”

“Okay, she’s Lucinda Olsonova.”

“Date of birth?”

“Not known, at least I haven't been advised.”

“Okay, thank you. She was talking in English but with an obvious accent? Is she from one of the Baltic States?”

“Estonia. How did you know?”

“I took part in several exercises around the Baltic and Northern North Sea and that allowed some runs ashore.”

Tammy concluded there was nothing more that she could do so next saw the armourer to return the unspent weapons.

Shouts and whistles took her to the field that was being used for the football game, the standard Association Football as played the world over. A makeshift scoreboard gave the score in the Prince's Caribbean Cup as two-apiece. The teams had full kit, sporting either red and white or blue and white, so were named ‘Blues’ or ‘Reds’.

Maisie and Mindy were in standard referee black and the girls were concentrating hard as the play was hard, very hard, and fast. These guys were fit and on heat!

“Foul!”

“I n’ver touched him!”

That prompted a yellow card, mostly for the dissent. A red followed, Tammy realised he must have been a repeat offender.

“Off!”

Reds were now down to ten men but there was barely 10 minutes left on the clock. Blues, however, took advantage and sent a man down the wing, with a cross to centre. That was intercepted by Reds, badly.

Maisie pointed at the penalty spot. Mindy was parallel to the spot with her flag down.

Tammy recognised the player who walked up to place the ball on the spot, he’d been the first to offer her an aircraft. The Red’s goalkeeper didn’t stand a chance as the ball was slotted into the top left corner. She joined in the applause.

The game settled into a midfield scrap for the remaining minutes until, finally, Maisie blew three long blasts on her whistle.

The ref picked up the match ball then called Mindy to join her as she took the ball to the Prince as a memento of the game.

On invitation, the Captain of the Blues then led his team past the Royal couple, followed by the Reds. Kimberly produced a trophy and handed it to Prince William. He read the inscription and chuckled.

"I now pronounce the winner of the Prince's Royal Caribbean Cup Match: Her Majesty's Special Boat Service! Well done and you now have an special honour to defend on the next Royal visit!" Prince William announced and handed over the trophy.

"Our many thanks, Highness. We'll do our utmost to defend!" Lieutenant McGeorge accepted the trophy then turned and held it high. "GO BLUES!"

The winning team cheered then shook hands with the Reds. Assurances were made of the next time a match was played.

Maisie walked over to Tammy. “They want to speak to you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you’re up next.”

Tammy hadn’t managed to have a wash and so far had only used wet wipes in the aircraft to ensure she left it clean.

“I’m barely decent and I can't …. I mean, is there any blood or mud on me?”

“Go!”

The Prince was shaking hands with the Red team so Tammy followed the last Red team member.

“Your Highnesses?” She curtsied.

“We are given to understand that today’s events were your idea?”

“I can hardly take the credit, Sir.”

“Also that you personally detained a known terrorist?”

“Ah.”

“Please don’t think we didn’t know what was going on, our security detail are under instructions to tell us about any threat. A separate assessment is done back in London.”

“I see, I’m sorry to have inconvenienced your Highnesses.”

“Not at all, we've been having a marvellous time. Now I believe you had a concern about your team missing the barbecue?”

“Yes, unavoidable.”

“Fortune smiles; we only had snacks earlier. The main meal should be ready shortly, please join us on our table Captain Smart.”

“I’m hardly dressed!”

“I order you to stay as you are, and I’ll deal with any flack later!”

“Sir!”

She did manage to escape to her cabin on the pretence of needing a restroom so that allowed Tammy to freshen, find a fourth (similar) bikini and swap her sneakers for sandals. A touch of lippy and a brush through her hair were all that were needed before she was ready to face the public, and Royals, again.

Her phone was now attached to her briefs and beeped.

“Well done, best speed to UK custody.”

It was still Easter Sunday and Tammy was well aware that the next day was a public holiday in the UK but still barely past midnight. Tammy called Col MacTaggart.

“Colonel, I can arrange for Commander Traeger to accompany Fielding, but I don’t want to go via US airspace.”

“We’ll send a jet to the Bahamas. Is Ms Olsonova fit to travel?”

“You have her name?”

“It was supplied via a back channel.”

“Understood. She’s in surgery right now. I’m guessing that a decision will be taken later. In any case she’s collateral and we have no idea how she arrived in the islands.”

“Ah, so the local authorities might have jurisdiction?”

“Correct, and sometimes it’s best to let our hosts show goodwill to sister agencies.”

“I fully understand, but Wells might not?”

“I think I’ve done enough, Sir, to show him that my ideas are valid and my methods produce results?”

“Aye, that’s my impression too, Tammy. Now, we need to talk about Wade?”

“I haven’t heard from him at all since we left Northolt. I am more than happy about that”

“His detachment ends on Friday so I’m expecting him back from next weekend.”

“That timing might be awkward. I believe the Royals are leaving Thursday morning to Miami and spending a few days there before flying onwards. The rest of the military could leave as soon as that evening. That probably leaves Maisie, Lizzie and myself on a red-eye Saturday night, arriving Sunday morning.”

“I’ll need all of you for a debrief.”

“Can’t we go home first?”

“Sorry, Tammy, this is out of my hands. You have annoyed a few people and a similar number want to give you a gong. Ultimately your own testimony will decide your future.”

“Okay, I guess I can’t break the rules and just get away with it – even if it achieves results?”

“That’s right, Tammy, but that’s partly because of the way you were recruited and partly the way Wade handled you.”

“So what now?”

“To be decided, but you did good, so has your partner and Miss Harrison.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“Keep me informed, I’m going to bed!”

Tammy hung up and decided to leave her phone in the cabin. She made her way to the marquee that had been erected and walked to the top table. Kate beckoned her to an empty seat. Tammy could almost feel the anger from one or two of the senior British military crew as she looked back down the marquee.

“Tell me, Captain, how did you achieve it?”

“It’s Tammy, Ma’am. Achieve what?”

“Then please call me Kate. Taking that man down single handed?”

“We have previous, I know him.”

“Jilted lover, perhaps?”

“One night of leisure, barely pleasure and never repeated. The next time we met I beat him in a fair fight so he tried to play dirty. He lost, big, in front of the Black Watch. Later he tried to break into a secure storage facility.”

“Remind me not to tussle with you! I asked for a photograph, he’s not a small man.”

“I’m fit and I used his weight to my advantage. He was arrogant, still is, and needed his ego polished. I refused.”

“I’m told he lost his commission?”

“Yes, I became his sole focus. That was one reason why I had to handle him myself, to destroy him. He had hooked up with a known terrorist group and that alone made him very dangerous. We’ll interview both, but I’ve just been ordered to send him back to the UK tomorrow. I believe he’s being treated as an enemy combatant.”

“What does that mean?”

“He has to hope that the Americans don’t have a claim to him as that could mean a one way trip to Guantanamo in an orange suit. Or worse.”

“Wow, that is bad.”

“Did you know he was scheduled to command a security team at the Commonwealth Games in Australia, and had been training for quite some time? Our security team informed us.”

Tammy blinked. "Oh dear. I believe it was mentioned he was on the contingent, but I don't recall mention of his position."

“Those Games start this week and we’re planning to be there for the closing ceremony in two weeks to accept the nomination of Birmingham for the 2022 Games on behalf of the Queen.”

“Oh, I haven’t seen the news so those dates passed me by.”

“Thing is, Tammy, will we be safe?”

“That’s a relative term. I’m certain that every member of the security teams will be checked – again – in case of sympathisers, but things can still happen. The only sensible method is to plan, then train and train, training for all eventualities.”

“I would feel better if you were on board?”

“With respect, Your Highness, Kate, that’s not how I work. I have to debrief after this week is over and that’s likely to be a two or three day affair and then I have a home and a business to manage as well as a wedding to plan. We’re also hoping that my partner becomes pregnant with our child this summer. Finally, I need to work out how to sort out the mess that is my degree course.”

“Oh, a Problem?”

“Someone has a maths problem. They added one plus one and came up with sixty-nine. Potentially two careers have been destroyed by one girl with an attitude problem and a Vice Chancellor who has decided he doesn’t like me.”

“Why would that be?”

“I’ve proved him wrong too many times. I warned them that my prior relationship with my tutor could cause a problem.”

“Relationship?”

“He was a Special Branch officer who was tasked with protecting me and others. I knew his wife before him as she helped get me on the stage in my last year at school.”

“I was told that you had appeared in some plays, but there was trouble?”

“My début was memorable, for the wrong reasons. My co-star was dragged off the stage, we had the local chief of police in the front row so he dealt with the offender himself.”

A selection of food was brought to them so Tammy took what she needed, keeping close to her diet sheet. That meant an end to her interrogation for the time being. Alcohol was on offer but Tammy declined, opting for fruit juice instead.

It was near eleven when the Royals were flown back to Kestrel. As she waved them away Tammy noted that the Huey was back.

-o-

Monday dawned early and Tammy was back on the beach for PT. Kimberly had a quiet word before Tammy could escape for some chow.

“You owe me a forfeit.”

“I know, but I’ve been busy.”

“You did good. Keep it up, don’t drop yourself in it again and I’ll let this one go. Screw up again and I’ll have you running around the island on your hands.”

“Understood.”

“Good, now you and I have tasking as soon as you’ve fed. Grab a Puma.”

Tammy was caught by Wells as she took her place for breakfast.

“It seems London are quite pleased.”

“That’s excellent news, Sir.”

“Except I’ve been told to send your prisoner back later today and that means losing someone as senior escort.”

“I see.”

“I believed you would be best for that task, given your apparent intimate knowledge of the man, but other people don’t agree with me.”

Tammy couldn’t be certain if Wells knew what he claimed to know.

“So who is going?”

“Commander Traeger and one of the corporals.”

“He’s a fine officer.”

“I know, but a certain seniority was demanded and that meant I have had to lose him for the rest of the deployment.”

“I understand.”

“Good, because that would not have been my plan. What are you doing today?”

“Our hosts have asked me to accompany them, I would imagine it’s intelligence related and I’m going to be flying. If it helps I do need to keep my hours up so this is effectively training that I can book.”

“I would hope there is a British angle to this intelligence mission, as I’m finding it difficult to justify otherwise.”

“I would love to take an Apache. But it isn't an option.”

“Don’t tell me you’re qualified?”

“Not yet but I have hours as pilot and gunner.”

“You’ll be telling me you’re an expert on submersibles next?”

“No, Sir, no-one has thought it necessary as yet. I’m still twenty one years old, so there’s plenty of time.”

“Jeez, I’m dealing with a kid!”

“That’s ageist, Sir. I would hate for you to add the crimes of sexism and bigotry to that.”

“I’ll ignore that, for now, but you need to hear something. Fielding did say something that concerns me greatly, that you’re male despite appearances?”

“Really? I’m disappointed.”

“Why?”

“He should have been laughed at!”

“He made an allegation and that needs to be resolved.”

“Well, I’m not going to be screwed over a falsehood, physically or metaphorically. If you believe there’s an issue then I strongly suggest you call Colonel MacTaggart and ask him to confirm my gender from the last medical? So far as Mr Fielding is concerned, I would not trust one word of what he says. Does the death penalty still exist for treason?”

“Not in the UK.”

“Shame, fancy calling up the Americans?”

“That’s harsh.”

“Tell the Queen that, he targeted her grandson. I believe he might be trying to buy himself out of his own problem.”

“Dismissed.”

Tammy’s appetite wasn’t great and she had the feeling that others were looking at her oddly. She walked back to her cabin, finding Maisie in there.

“I heard.”

“You as well?”

“Hey, I did my best to tell them it was rubbish! Your recent bikinis don’t hide much!”

“Great, Kyle might just have destroyed my career?”

“It’ll blow over. I understand that police officer, the liaison one, is telling them that he knew you as a girl in Cornwall three years ago.”

“I hope he forgets that I was using an alias back then?”

“Were you, even then? Anyway a few of the special forces guys said they’d met you, as Beccy, around the same time.”

“I got around.”

“Yeah, apparently they wanted to get close to you but you were a prude?”

“No, if I had allowed one then the whole troop would have wanted a turn.”

“What was it?”

“A special forces training facility.”

“That explains a few things, but who is Daniel?”

Tammy blushed. “A boy, a boy I knew.”

“Hmmm, so he got you?”

“Maybe. Bruce met Daniel so some of them will know him, I guess Bruce is in Australia for the Games?”

“You’ll have to tell me more? How many of the special forces guys have you screwed?”

“That’s not fair!”

“Tamara Smart, how many?”

“One.”

“Kyle?”

“Yeah, we all make mistakes but now I really want to forget it.”

Tammy searched the cupboards and found a box of breakfast bars. She munched one and drank juice with it. Tammy then changed into a flightsuit and boots then went to the hangar.

"Jeremy. I bet you can answer a little question for me." Lyssa announced loudly as she walked inside.

All heads turned and couldn't look away. Her heels looked impossibly high and the dress was so short and low cut, it might qualify as indecent in certain locations. Tammy remembered being told by her that such dresses were referred to as 'illegal dresses', as unfortunately one could almost expect to be molested or even arrested when wearing them.

Wells almost gawked but nodded. "I'll certainly do my best, MiLady."

Tammy paused by the coffee service and absently poured a cup for herself. She was curious as to what Lyssa was doing, since her voice tinged with sarcasm. Several personnel had stopped their activities as well. She did have to admit; when Lyssa wanted attention, she knew how to get it.

Lyssa stopped next to the British officer. "For some reason, it seems a rumor about Captain Smart is flying around."

"Er.." Wells froze in awkwardness.

"I find that highly confusing. Especially since I gifted her that pink Valentino bikini, you know; the one that no woman could even think hiding the use of a TAMPON in it? You DO remember it, yes?" Lyssa prompted.

Wells nodded. "Yes. I do remember it."

"I'm fairly certain everyone on this island and a Coast Guard Cutter remember it. Including Their Highnesses." Lyssa remarked then seemed to be inspecting her manicure.

Again Wells nodded. "I believe so."

Lyssa checked her other hand. "In fact, the Duchess remarked that even if she weren't pregnant, she still wouldn't be able to get away with wearing such revealing swimwear. SO; that brings us back to this rumor."

"I believe I see.." Wells started but Lyssa cut him off.

Lyssa stepped closer. "Exactly. You have seen. Everyone has seen. I'm fairly certain one or two took a picture all sneakily-like. So; with all that going on, why don't you fill me in as to how said rumor could get any traction at all? Being that I've provided the good Captain every piece of swimwear she's worn during the stay here. I've been accommodating to help with the undercover aspects of your operations, this is the thanks I get?"

"I. Uh. Well, that's to say. Um." Wells tried to begin and quickly lost all direction.

A glance around and he found every set of eyes in the hangar on him, waiting to hear anything.

Wells finally shook his head. "I honestly have no clue, Milady."

"You'd think if something were out of the ordinary it would certainly have been noticed before, right?" Lyssa drawled the last word.

After clearing his throat, he answered. "I believe so."

Lyssa looked out the doors. "I've seen quite bit in my time on the runway and stage. But I've never seen anybody even think they could hide ANYTHING in a bikini like that. So you understand why I would be confused at such a rumor?"

Wells nodded. "Yes. I believe I do understand."

"GREAT!" Lyssa smiled. "Then I suggest you'll have whoever started it come to my backyard for a little session."

"I'm sorry, but the prisoner is going to be transported." Wells shook his head.

Lyssa wagged her finger. "Oh no, you have the wrong idea. I mean the one among YOUR contingent. Terrorists lie about things all the time, I'm told. No, no. The soldier, sailor, medic, whoever; that turned it lose among your people. I want that one. Somebody needs some exercise and that person will fit the bill."

Lyssa whistled loudly then called out. "KÓMMEN!"

Warlock ran inside and looked up at her.

"You don't mean?" Wells asked, looking to the tactical dog and back.

Lyssa's smile was pure sadism. "Oh yeah. My boy needs a live target for training and since your people have time for gossip, one can help out."

Tammy watched quietly as everyone that had been paying attention suddenly turned away and appear to be fixated on anything else. The change was almost instant. All knew the dog was an anti-personnel k-9. None wanted to be its target either.

Suddenly Warlock growled then barked aggressively, which echoed in the building.

"So; who's going to help out?" Lyssa asked loudly, but continued to look at Wells.

"I will." Wells cleared his throat again. "Err, see about a volunteer."

"Fantastic!" Lyssa turned and walked out. "My backyard, twenty minutes. Toodles, Jeremy. Warlock, kómmen."

The black Belgian trotted along beside her. Jeremy Wells looked around and all the British personnel were attempting to will themselves to be invisible. When he looked over and saw Tammy she sipped from the cup.

"Coffee, sir?" Tammy asked.

Wells shook his head and headed out. "No thank you, Captain. A Puma is ready for your flight."

"Wonderful, I'm sure nothing untoward will happen whilst I'm away?"

Tammy sipped again and grinned to herself. The coffee was good for a change.

Kimberly came down from the office. She was dressed casually in a pair of jeans, running shoes and slim strapped t-shirt. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail as well.

"Finish that so we can go." Kimberly said in passing.

Tammy drained the cup and tossed it into the basket. "It's good today."

"Better be. I made it." Kimberly replied.

Tammy laughed.

"Damn, I need a pee"

She was back a couple of minutes plater, finding Eddie as he came out with his clipboard. He joined her for the walk-around the chopper, both of them marking off on the sheets. Finally Eddie handed her a sheet.

"Flight plan. Don't take the aircraft swimming." Eddie said then walked away.

Tammy climbed into the pilot's seat to plug herself in, Kimberly joined her in the co-pilot's seat. Tammy took a couple of minutes to finalise her checks then performed her start-up with the tower before, finally, taking off according to the flight-plan.

Soon enough they overflew a large island, Great Abaco. Kimberly was looking at a tablet and gave her course corrections. Tammy ended up landing in a field next to a hotel. Kimberly grabbed the bag after climbing out.

"So where are we?" Tammy asked.

Kimberly pointed to the building. "Blackfly Lodge. Schooner Bay. Fielding was hiding here as a snorkelling guide."

"Damn. What about Lucinda?" Tammy asked.

Kimberly led the way to the lodge. "We collected her effects while you were collecting her."

Tammy thought about it then remembered Carl leaving. "Ah. He had to go see a 'dude'. Now I get it."

Kimberly said nothing as they walked in and up to the counter. "Morning, Chris."

"Morning Ma'am. Are you?" The desk man asked.

Kimberly produced a credential wallet and flashed it. "Susan Lantner, United States National Security Agency. This is Captain Tamara Smart, British government, obviously."

Chris nodded. "Yes Ma'am. I could see the helicopter landing from here. Here is the key to Mister Felder's room."

Kimberly took the key and waved Tammy to follow. "Thank you. We'll be quick."

Tammy followed up the stairs and down the hall to the room. She waited until they were inside.

"National Security Agency?" Tammy asked.

Kimberly shrugged. "Sure. By the way, we're chasing a terrorist trying to smuggle a nuke into the States. Kyle Fielding, A.K.A. Kenneth Felder, is a very dangerous man."

Tammy's jaw dropped. "Wow! No wonder the desk man was so quick to cooperate."

Kimberly tossed Tammy a small device. "Find any electronics. Bugs, cameras, I'm looking for his comms."

Tammy used the detector and started by the door and swept down the wall. She found a camera connected to a motion sensor in a vent.

"This looks improvised." Tammy stated, looking at the set.

Kimberly glanced over. "Easy to make. The motion sensor is from an outdoor light set. Any heat related movement in its field activates the camera to start recording."

"Like the maids and so on?" Tammy asked.

"No. They put him up here and he would have to request housekeeping. Accommodation is taken out of his pay. He gets a discount at the nearby restaurant to eat there. That's how most places here do things for non-resident workers."

Kimberly continued her searching then found a large suitcase behind the headboard of the bed. "This looks promising."

She opened the luggage and found a comms set. However she frowned, looked around then went to the window and looked out. She pulled a cable in through the window and showed it to Tammy.

"We have to go up on the roof." Kimberly said. "Let's finish up in here."

Quickly they gathered up the remaining items then went up to the roof. Hidden beside an air conditioning unit was an extendible radio antenna and a small satellite dish. Both were taken down and packed into a duffel bag from the room.

Once that task was complete they headed back down to reception. Kimberly stopped at the desk and handed Chris a packet of folded bills.

"This never happened. We were never here." Kimberly said.

Chris nodded, pocketing the money. "Just a breeze through the windows."

Kimberly and Tammy went back to the Puma and took off.

They overflew Freeport on the way back, booking a landing then cancelling it, before touching back down on Rams Rock,

"What now?" Asked Tammy.

"We tear this apart and find out who he was talking to! Didn't you do this at Cheltenham or in Room 40?"

"Not as such."

"Time to learn."

Tammy did her post flight before following Kim back into the hanger. She had absolutely no wish to make herself visible to the rest of the personnel until Wells had nuked the nasty rumour.

She was met and directed to the office. Lizzie entered a moment later

"You sent for me, Ma'am?"

Kimberly nodded. "Correct. We have the seized comms used by the opposition. As you and Tammy have taken courses, you are both needed here."

"Yes, Ma'am." Lizzie answered, turning to Tammy in recognition of a morsel of her history.

Tammy asked. "I guess it's a Faraday Cage in here?"

"Not hardly. Did you see the duffel bag I was using?"

"That?"

"It's non-standard, and Kyle will have used it to get past security. The bag is lined with a steel web and a graphite coating. Any electronics will be blocked."

"I see. That wasn't covered in my course."

"Yeah, those courses need improvement. Let's turn it on and see where it tries to connect to."

Kim first connected it to some diagnostic equipment before applying the power, then set up a receiver that mimicked the supposed receiver.

"Damn, that's a satellite connection ... hold on."

Kim pulled up a list from a database and selected a frequency. Lizzie watched silently.

"That's a private Inmarsat node, mid-Atlantic, geostationary orbit. Fun, fun, fun. My guess the recipient is in Europe?" Kimberly said sounding annoyed.

Lizzie asked. "How can we find the other end?"

"Connect it for real and follow the packets." Kimberly answered.

Tammy felt there was more to it. "And?"

"The satellite may or may not reveal our location." Kimberly replied.

"Shit." Tammy and Lizzie said in unison.

"Quite, but the diagnostic stuff is here."

"Double merde."

"Plus ou moins, Tammy." Kimberly stated.

"So?"

"We use a different antenna array."

"Where?" Lizzie asked.

"You don't need to know. Give me a minute to connect this up."

Tammy and Lizzie waited ten, fifteen, maybe twenty minutes before Kimberly finally got back to her with an answer.

Kimberly said while writing notes. "Winchester, UK, that's the area where the downlink is."

"I've been past the place. Oh. Oh Hell. That's near where Maisie's father is." Tammy groaned.

"Army?"

"Yes, there's a base there."

"Then somebody has a problem." Kimberly said flatly tossing the pen down.

Tammy sighed. "And that somebody may very well be me."

"Maybe. Maybe not. You need to send this up through proper channels." Kimberly said and gave her a very firm look.

Tammy nodded. "I'll see if I can find Lieutenant Colonel Wells."

"Wells?" Carl echoed, walking in.

Kimberly nodded. "Where is he?"

"Trying to talk Lyssa out of using somebody as practice for the fur missile." Carl replied. "Twenty bucks says he ends up on the receiving end instead."

Lizzie looked over to Tammy. "Fur missile?"

"Lady Mason's tactical dog." Tammy explained.

Lizzie nodded in understanding. "Oh. Wait. What kind of practice exactly?"

Carl, Kimberly and Tammy all answered. "Attack practice."

"But the dog is trained to kill, isn't it?" Lizzie looked alarmed.

Kimberly nodded. "Yes. Only Lyssa and Rodrick can give his kill commands. Not even I can command him to do so. Any other command, I can give and he will obey."

"Carl." Lyssa's voice came over a radio.

Carl grabbed the radio from his hip. "Go, Boss-chick."

"Grab the target gear and set it out. Jeremy can't seem to locate a volunteer so he's going to take the job. We'll do this in front of the hangars." Lyssa informed them.

Kimberly signalled Carl to hand the radio over and said to Lyssa. "Can you hold off on that for a little while. We need him."

"Sure. Warlock can wait a little longer." Lyssa said then addressed Wells while still hot on the mic. "Imagine that...you get a temporary stay. Go see Kim. Sounds like somebody is about to piss in your cheerios."

"Got that right." Kimberly commented, more to herself than anyone else.

A few minutes later Jeremy Wells walked in. "What can I do for you Captain?"

Kimberly pointed to Tammy and Lizzie. "Them."

Tammy pointed to the comms unit. "We retrieved Fielding's effects. His comms unit is the problem."

Kimberly handed him the sheet of paper she had made notes on.

"Bloody Hell! Winchester? Tell me this isn't the base!" Wells demanded.

Lizzie spoke up. "It may or may not be, Sir. We have to send this up to find out for sure."

"It's the only way, Sir." Tammy seconded.

Wells mentally argued with himself then swore. "Of all the ruddy fucking things! We need this like a damned lamp post up our arses! Bring that kit and come to our comm centre. Both of you. Thank you, Captain Lando. I'm not even going to ask how exactly you and Captain Smart secured all of that."

"The Franklin team took care of it." Kimberly replied.

Wells blinked. "I'm not familiar with this Franklin team."

"Hundred dollar bills." Carl said. "She bought off a Dude."

Lizzie asked. "Dude?"

"Remember this Lizzie, there's always a Dude." Tammy remarked.

Wells looked at Kimberly. "And you simply bought him off?"

Carl grinned. "Like the song goes; the pay offs, the rip offs and the things nobody saw."

"You're all barking, and yet you still get away with it?" Jeremy shook his head.

Kimberly shrugged. "As the kids say, it's how we roll. Have fun with that."

After Tammy and Lizzie disassembled the comms kit they followed him to the British command centre.

"Connect me to Colonel MacTaggart, secure video link." Wells ordered.

The Sergeant nodded. "Straight away, Sir!"

Soon the monitor came on. "What is it Wells?"

"Sir we have a situation. Captain Smart, with the assistance of our hosts, secured Fielding's communications. His satellite downlink is nearWinchester. I have the information for you to track it locally." Jeremy stated and read off the information.

MacTaggart finished writing it all down. "I'll get a team on that straight away. Captain; how were you able to secure Fielding''s kit?"

"Dame Lando and a team of Franklins, sir?" Tammy replied.

The big Scot repeated. "Franklins?"

"They purchased access and discretion, Sir." Wells clarified.

MacTaggart sighed. "Franklins, of course. I believe I understand. Not surprising. Things work that way over there Jeremy. Mason and his people know how to make things happen their way, it's their area. We're not the only ones to ask favours of them."

"They do run rather fast and loose, as the saying goes." Jeremy remarked.

MacTaggart tapped his pen on his desk. "You didn't mind last time. You were quite happy to run right along side of them."

"That was then, Sir." Jeremy tried to deflect.

MacTaggart grinned. "And now you are in command and understand you're directly responsible instead of me?"

"In a word; yes, Sir." Jeremy answered.

The sly grin was obvious, but Tammy noticed a shift of his gaze was directed at her. It would seem that she was doing unto Wells what he had done unto Sean. She realised that the turnabaout was fair play, to an extent, and was no different to her own approach. Had she, somehow, learned from a master?

"Then we all have things to do. Out." MacTaggart signed off.

{Continues}

	Tammy Beginnings follows sixteen year old Tom Smart as he starts his voyage of self discovery. This is an expanded Preludes story.
	Powered armor with a crew of two works best when the man and woman inside are romantically linked. But Dylan’s last love left him without hope and Alison’s experience with abuse has made her afraid of being touched. Contains strong language and adult situations. Can the Self-contained Powered Armor they wear bring them together, or is even trying going to be a disaster? Love is a combination the two can only dream of in this science fiction romance!.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 12 A Babe, A Dude & A Plan Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

It was Wednesday before any more news arrived from London.

“Tammy, this is off the record.”

“Understood, Uncle.”

“You are to keep your girl safe, I don’t want her freaking before we get a chance to conclude the investigations.”

“Sir, now you’re getting me worried. Investigations, plural?”

“Yes, and I’m afraid you are close, or have been close, to some of those involved.”

“So what do I do?”

“Nothing, conclude your mission as planned.”

“And?”

“I need you to move your travel arrangements up by twelve hours, but do not travel under your own ID.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that? I don’t have an alternate ID with me.”

“That has been arranged. Just stay safe.”

“That’s easy for you to say, when you know what’s going on?”

“Sorry Tammy, that’s how it has to be for now. Oh, we have Kyle in custody at HMP Belmarsh. The Glasshouse wouldn't take him as he's no longer military.”

That 6am call wasn’t what she’d expected and now she knew very little more. Immediately she went to the hangar office, Kimberly and Krystel were talking while consulting a page.

“Kim, I think I need to see Lyssa.”

“Trouble?”

“Yes, my plans are being changed, and I have no idea why?”

“Have you seen the news?” Krystel asked.

“No, should I have?”

Krystel shrugged and pointed at her screen. “CNN are carrying a story from London about raids on military bases and hotels very late yesterday, and a press conference has just been held. Maybe you should know?”

Tammy groaned. “Great! Who’s been compromised?”

“The fact that we're all standing here talking tells me a great deal about that.” Kimberly remarked.

“That we haven’t been compromised?”

Kimberly nodded. “Correct; although that should include a disclaimer of ‘not yet’.”

“You’ve already made me feel loads better.” Tammy sighed.

Krystel sipped from a coffee cup. “Hey, that’s what families are for, Tammy-girl. Head on up to the house, I’ll let her know you’re on your way.”

Tammy was soon knocking at the open patio door, looking inside to see Lyssa in dancewear, minus shoes.

"Come." Lyssa called out and waved her in.

Tammy entered. "Sorry to interrupt so early."

Lyssa sat down at the table next to the twins high chairs to feed them. "You seem to have a new problem. Start talking."

"I've just heard that new investigations are ongoing back in the UK. Once again, somehow, I'm connected, as is Maisie, and I may even be a suspect? The problem is, I'm not being told anything - again!" Tammy surmised.

Lyssa continued to feed the twins, who were being unusually cooperative. "I had that happen once. I wasn't thrilled. They kind of walked on eggshells with me though, all but three interviews were conducted from a hospital bed. Two problems were their concern. One; I wasn't medically cleared for much. Two; they were pretty much aware that if I could move, even just a little, I was still lethal."

"I'm almost wishing I had that kind of reputation." Tammy commented.

Lyssa gave a half-shrug. "Like just about everything, that blade cuts both ways. Anything that can work for you, can also work against your pretty rear."

"I guess so." Tammy replied.

Lyssa wiped Allie's face. "It already does for you."

This surprised Tammy. "It has, how so?"

"The way I understand it; Sean and that super-grade, Addington, have been going to bat for you. So said; you three are taking turns making each other jump through hoops to get shit done. One thing I have come to understand, the British apparatus is very structured. Who you know and how means a lot. People don't like who they deem as 'outsiders' getting in the mix." Lyssa said.

This puzzled Tammy. "Me; an outsider? How?"

"You may have spent years at an all-boys/old-boys school, but you're not a boy, are you?" Lyssa pointed out.

Tammy looked away in self-disgust for overlooking the blatantly obvious. "There is that."

"Another thing I hear is REAL common is going to specific universities. For the states, if you go for law there's Harvard, Tulane, Berkley, Princeton, you get the idea. For medical; Johns Hopkins, UCLA, LSU, Harvard. Now for British spies; it's Oxford mainly, but Cambridge for specific fields. You're going to a lesser facility in the Highlands. What we'd call a community college. Strike two." Lyssa explained.

"I suppose so." Tammy began thinking, then remembered that it had been mentioned by Dave that certain students from St. Andrews could be monitored, contacted and steered.

Lyssa, somehow, kept Alex from pouring out his juice. "Another route into spookdom is through the military. You never enlisted or were formally commissioned so you haven't worked up through the ranks or 'spent time in the trenchs'. Strike three. To be brutally honest, you've pretty much been shanghaied into the arena and all you've been taught by their side is either to keep you in play or to cover their asses."

"True, far too accurate." Tammy admitted.

"Despite all that against you, you now orbit in some high level operations. You got a taste of Black Ops over Christmas, but only a taste. You haven't gone super-dark. This upsets those aforementioned old-boys and their anally-retentive idea of world order. They're all connected in expected ways. You aren't. You aren't predictable, their idea of predictable. Don't forget, they mostly think females in the service are still for office work and the occasional courier gig." Lyssa reminded and added with London-accented sarcasm. "English girls aren't supposed to get dirty, man's work and all that. Be a proper Lass and bring in the tea, off you go."

That annoyed Tammy. "That's just wrong."

"They don't think so. The British believe in micro-management, even though they have a habit of shooting themselves in the foot from the get-go. Quadruple redundancy that anyone can look into whether they're involved or not. They only start compartmentalizing when it becomes clear consequences fall directly on them." Lyssa explained.

Tammy sat back in the chair. "Closing the barn door after the horses are already out."

"Closing the individual stalls after the horses bolted because the barn's on fire." Lyssa snarked. "I hear you've been there already."

"Right." Tammy sighed.

"Can you take the twins for me? I need a coffee. You?"

Tammy took them onto her lap.

"Sure, so do you have any suggestions?"

"Are there any change of orders?" Lyssa asked from the coffee pot.

Tammy gave a half-shrug. "Finish this deployment but move up my return twelve hours. Travel under alternate identity."

"And why is that?" Lyssa asked, delivering a cup.

Tammy shook her head. "I wasn't told."

"If I had to sneak home; I'd definitely be wanting to know who's waiting for me and what do they have in mind." Lyssa gave the side-eye. "I might say 'okay' and do something completely different. While they're waiting for you in Heathrow, you show up in Glasgow with 'Oh, sorry, I will be on the next train' and miss it. Keep in mind; I have the 'screw with me, I screw back' habit."

Tammy chuckled. "But you have a reputation that deters most."

"I get 'okay, shoot me, just don't beat me' a lot." Lyssa grinned.

Tammy laughed fully. "I can attest to that!"

"Free advice." Lyssa said and began cleaning up from the twins breakfast.

"From you; I'll always take it." Tammy replied.

Lyssa took away the dishes. "Find out all you can, before you even pack to leave. If they refuse, then say 'right, fuck that. I'll come back my way and if there's any idiots waiting, I get in the car and shoot them in the back of the head. A lot. Then I go home.' That should make it clear to stop screwing around."

"It’s not something I would have considered but I left my guns in London." Tammy reminded.

Lyssa waved over her shoulder. "Details, details. Put them down to play, please."

One by one Tammy set the twins down on the floor. They immediately scampered for their toys in the middle of the living room floor. Lyssa poured coffee for herself and Tammy.

Tammy drank and wanted to moan in pleasure. "So good. I swear the men are in a competition for the worst."

"They are. Whoever gets a scream, wins." Lyssa laughed. "Right now it's between Eddie and Lonestar."

Tammy shook her head. "And everyone claims British humour is hard to follow."

They finished the coffee quickly and Tammy watched Lyssa take the twins into her studio, following behind. The twins were set into a playpen, then Lyssa tied on her pointe shoes. Tammy sat quietly as Lyssa warmed up then began her exercises at the barre with music playing. Warlock wandered in and laid down by the twins. Tammy couldn't help smiling as she watched Lyssa dance to a modern electronic song. She went over and looked at the display for the song information. The song was called After All by Delerium featuring Jael.

Tammy hadn't seen ballet danced to such modern music. Lyssa was almost hypnotic in her moves. Sensuously slow interspersed with bursts of quick fluid moves. It made Tammy think of water moving in creeks or streams. Time seemed to stand still. The music, the dance, Lyssa herself, were all that mattered.

Suddenly Tammy smiled and whispered to herself. "You taught Tiffany to dance."

After the last song, which Tammy saw to be In Your Arms by Ashley Serena, Tammy was almost in tears. It had been a moving song and her dance to it was beautiful, expressing longing.

"Here." Lyssa said, snapping Tammy back to the present.

Tammy smiled and took the tissue Lyssa offered. "Oh, thank you. That was so beautiful."

Lyssa took off her pointe shoes and made notes on a pad. She retrieved the twins and headed out of he studio. "I'm done for now. Come on."

The twins were set back down in the living room to play. Lyssa took two bottles of water and offered one to Tammy. Lyssa's laptop chimed.

"Cool." Lyssa remarked reading a notice.

Tammy looked over. "Something good?"

"Ten new listings in Elegant Executive." Lyssa smiled.

Tammy chuckled. "So Elegant Executive is your retirement plan?"

Lyssa looked over. "You mean you haven't figured its real purpose out, yet?"

"Real purpose? You mean its not a training service?" Tammy asked.

Lyssa laughed. "Wow! Krystel just lost money on you!"

Tammy shook her head. "I don't get it?"

"Tammy, EE is a training service, but that's the surface. Its real purpose is as a network. A public side and a private side. In truth; it's an international intelligence and logistics database. Using the network a woman can find female-friendly amenities. Hotels, salons, studios clothing, real estate for rent or purchase, medical, transportation, entertainment, restaurants, even consultants. Any member can use that. For us, we can gain intelligence about people, places and events. We can also use it to obtain any material or equipment needed in that area. It's a way to get around the system of bureaucracy. No paper trail and no oversight." Lyssa smiled.

Tammy had forced her brain to process everything she was told as it was said and her jaw dropped open. Finally she facepalmed.

"Oh my God, how could I be so dense? This is all out in the open and I never saw it for what it is. This had to take at least a decade to build?" Tammy asked.

Lyssa shook her head. "Actually the basic formation took only three months. From there it grew on its own. And still growing. For weapons and other black supplies, you have to contact us directly. That side stays secure. By the way; you need this. We started giving these out not long after you came here the first time."

Lyssa handed Tammy a small box. Tammy opened it to find a brooch with a stylized double-E in silver.

"Any woman that's taken the course has one. When you see it, you know they may be able to help you." Lyssa explained. "Kim has the ones for Maisie and Elizabeth."

Tammy began to laugh. "I have no idea how you came up with all this, but it's absolutely brilliant!"

"Uh-huh." Lyssa waved her off casually. "I'm your hero. I'm your idol. And when you grow up, you want to be just like me. Yeah, yeah."

Tammy knew she was teasing her, but nodded anyway. "Certainly! Who wouldn't?"

Both laughed at the joke. The laughter was short though, interrupted by Alex declaring his need for the toilet. Lyssa went over to collect both twins and sent Tammy out with a nod. Tammy laughed all the way back to the hangars, but also thought about her situation. Perhaps a conference call was in order about her orders. She started to walk, slowly, back towards the hanger.

One issue was, locally, who could she trust? This was turning into a familiar situation, once again, where friends were putting their necks out to advise her but retracting them before the guillotine fell. Lyssa didn't seem to have a problem with Sean, but had he already, cryptically, said as much as he could?

What about Sir Thomas Addington? He had never worked against Tammy and had actively sought to protect her. She pondered this, had she only benefited because of his need to protect the British Establishment? He seemed sincere but was this just a result of his power plays - did he play Bridge or Poker against the Queen?

Sean had hinted, loudly, that Maisie was at risk - but how? Was it by association or did Kyle somehow feature? He, after all, had eventually tried to separate Tammy and Maisie back at the Order of the Thistle but had also used the girl to swerve Tammy away from the secret meeting. Sean and Sir Thomas had resolved that situation - so she was truly grateful, but was there an agenda?

The trouble with doubts and theories is that they can manifest into conspiracies as soon as two or three active imaginations transform an open question into a fiction woven with half chewed facts.

She needed verifiable facts, not conjecture.

Could she tell Maisie? For now that was a definite 'no', the same applied to Lizzie. Neither of them were intelligence operatives with the appropriate training. Tammy giggled, by that definition was she, herself, an intelligence agent? She worked, sometimes, for MI5 and participated in intelligence operations but she had very little formal training. Regardless, she had, at least, had some training so that allowed her to analyse the situation.

Was there anyone locally who she could tug? The short answer was, again, 'no', mainly because the personnel were all military. Would her revised travel plans need to be brought to Jeremy Wells' attention? No, but confirming her original departure plans might help throw some subterfuge into the mix.

She was interrupted by Lizzie.

"Can you run me into Grand Bahama?"

"When?"

"After lunch? Apparently there's a package for us arriving from London."

"How did you hear?"

"A text message from Sir Thomas."

"Ah, okay. I wonder what it is?"

"He didn't say, but asked me to make sure it didn't go walkies, like the last package did."

"Common sense. Okay, I'll fly you over once lunch is out of the way."

That, at least, would be a distraction but was she expected to arrange her own flights or would reservations be made for her?

She would have to assume that any communication between herself and Sir Thomas could be compromised, so did she have a usable back channel?

Tammy ignored a request to inspect the troops and borrowed a boat to head over to Kestrel. She had a radio but decided not to announce her movements. A patrol intercepted her but waved her on as soon as she was identified. A staff member secured her boat at the Kestrel dock.

"I'm after DS Garston?"

"He was last seen in the briefing room having a break."

"Thanks."

Tammy managed to make her way around to the security team's briefing room without being challenged and she wondered whether that meant security was lax? As she walked into the air-conditioned room she spotted the multiple security monitors.

"Hello Miss Smart, what can we do for you?"

"I'd like to have a private word, please."

"Sure, let's take a walk."

Once outside they followed a coastal path until they found a bench.

"I'm guessing something's wrong, Tammy?"

"Yes, David, and I have a hunch that the fan is spinning back in the UK."

"And you're concerned it may reach you?"

"Yes, to put it mildly this isn't the first time. I got away clean last time as I was clean but I had to prove it. Right now I'm not liking what I am hearing."

"So where do I come into it?"

"Can you get a secure call to Sophie?"

"Not really, but I can reach the Counter Terrorist Team as well as the Royal and Diplomatic Protection team - my lot."

"Including DI Emily Keane?"

"and DI Edmunds, although I hear he's the next DCI."

"Kevin? Can you place the call?"

"What name does he know?"

"Tammy."

DS Garston's phone had a sat mode, Tammy noted, but he walked away to set the call up, returning a minute later.

"I'll be back in the command centre when you're done."

Tammy put the phone to her ear and started to walk.

"Kevin, it's Tammy, what the hell's happening?"

"And lovely to speak to you too Miss Smart?"

"Hey, I wouldn't be talking to you unless someone was stirring the manure."

"You got that right but we're not running the show."

"Who is?"

"Military intelligence."

"Damn, that's a contradiction!"

"Yes, Tammy, and we've been told by the boss to leave it well alone until we're needed. Everyone being interviewed so far is, or was, a serving member of the army."

"That narrows the field somewhat. Names?"

"No, just that Winchester was mentioned in the press conference."

"I don't have access to the news where I am."

"Which is?"

"Outside the UK."

"It's okay Tammy, it would take me a few seconds to find out where that phone is but don't worry, your name hasn't come up yet."

"It's that 'yet' that has me concerned, this has all the hallmarks of True Freedom and the Army have no idea what they're dealing with."

"I asked that question and was told categorically that TF were not involved!"

"Take that with a pinch of salt."

"Understood, but I can't see what I can do?"

"Well, hopefully I have nothing to worry when I fly back into Heathrow?"

"What day?"

"A red eye on Sunday morning."

"Rather you than me!"

"Thanks Kevin, I'll owe you one."

"I doubt if I've done anything?"

"Regardless, cheers."

Tammy ended the call, then went in search of David but found Kate on the way.

"Hello Tammy, what brings you over here?"

"I needed to liaise with DS Garston, he's an old friend."

"So you didn't come over to see me?"

"Not this time, sorry, it really was a last minute decision."

"Is something up?"

"I don't know, but I wanted a policeman's view on an issue that's back in London."

"Does this mean our plans have to change?"

"No, not at all. For me it's whether I fly into Heathrow, Gatwick or Stansted on Sunday! Something to do with baggage handlers?"

"I hate to use my privileged position, Tammy, but I'm really glad that kind of thing doesn't affect us?"

"Unfortunately, Ma'am, us mere subjects and mortals have to suffer the realities of a modern existence."

"Couldn't you fly yourself?"

"Yes, but my plane is in Scotland, I think, and couldn't do a Transatlantic hop in one go, which is why we came on a scheduled flight via Miami. We'll go back the same way"

Tammy hated lying to Kate but right now she'd told two, even three, people that her original flight plan was to be used for the return trip. That might mean multiple agencies all reporting the same, false, information.

"You'll let us know if you hear anything?"

"Of course, Ma'am."

She quickly returned the phone to the DS then headed for her boat for a ride back to the Ram's Rock dock. Wells was waiting.

"I was looking for you?"

"I went to see one of the protection team and I had a nice talk with Her Royal Highness."

"Dressed like that?"

"Kate was also in a bikini."

"That's irrelevant!"

"To a woman, it isn't. I sincerely hope that question won't ever come up again?"

"Which ... oh, no."

"Do I even get an apology?"

"Why?"

"Jeremy, I'm not one to get angry but right now how would you feel if I started a rumour about you and had all of the guys and qirls questioning if it was true? It doesn't matter if it's a falsehood, if enough folk repeat it then it becomes a self-replicating truth."

"That would be a court martial offence."

"Good, I'll get Sean to draw up the court martial papers and we'll have you in front of a judge advocate as soon as we're back in the UK?"

"You'll do no such thing!"

"The way I see it, that's exactly what you planned to do to me, just what did Kyle say to you? Perhaps I need to find the recordings?"

"Recordings?"

"Yes, I can't recall whether I had a bug placed, but I'm sure you'll be exonerated."

Tammy walked away, satisfied that another partial lie had been delivered. This was becoming a dirty war, Tammy versus the rest of the world, but she wanted the upper hand very early on. She hadn't installed a bug but that suggestion alone would leave the Lt Col very worried for the next few hours and her hosts confused. She went in search of coffee and was found by Krystel.

"What have you done now?" Krystel asked

Tammy finished readying her cup. "I don't know what you mean?"

"Wells is tearing the med bay apart and trashing all the sterilised materials."

"I suggested I'd bugged Kyle's bed."

"Uh-huh. And did you?"

"No, but I really want to know how good your own recordings are?"

"Who; us? No idea what you're talking about."

"Good, can I have the conversation between Kyle and Jeremy sent to Sean MacTaggart in London?"

"If my answer would be yes; when?"

"When we fly out?" Tammy was about sip then asked. "Who made this?

Krystel kept a straight face. "You tell me. I'd have to get clearance. I'd also have to give you a smirk and say well played."

"Thanks. He won't find the mics, will he?" Tammy sipped and felt her teeth grinding "If this was Carl's responsibility, I get the feeling he went for extra-crunchy today."

"Hell, no, our devices are good. Okay, how do you want to change your flights?"

"I don't want to fly into the UK at all."

"Oh?"

"We'll fly into Paris or Brussels and take the train into London."

"Not a bad plan, but how are you gonna get there without flying via the States?"

"Working on it but we'll have another ID."

"You do remember that the TSA use facial recognition at the major hubs so you'll be identified."

"Bugger. I need another plan."

Krystel nodded. "I'd suggest another plan."

"Maybe I could do with a dude. Is there a dude?" Tammy asked.

Carl walked by. "There's ALWAYS a dude."

"The omni-present Dude." Tammy giggled.

Krystel smirked as she turned to go. "They just keep popping up. Of course I think you'd call them 'the bloke'."

"That only works if you met a bloke down the pub, I'm told, it doesn't seem to happen at airfields or harbours in the UK."

Tammy met with Maisie and Lizzie for lunch.

"What the hell's going on?"

"What do you mean, Maisie?"

"Wells was in a rage and I heard your name. I'd keep a low profile if I were you."

"I told him some facts and it appears he didn't want to hear them."

"Did you plant a bug, Tammy?"

"Maybe."

"Well, they didn't find one."

"And?"

"Either it's still there or it didn't exist? I have no idea which it is and you won't say?"

"Schrödinger, Maisie."

"That's quantum mechanics?" Asked Lizzie.

"Yes, and no, yes and no."

"Which isn't an answer?"

Tammy decided to ignore the British flight crews so went in search of alternate aviation.

"Eddie, can I borrow the Bell?"

"Sure, have you flown one before?"

"Back at Wick."

"Get in it, take it up a few feet, hold , circle then drop it down. If you can do that without going for a swim or landing on the rotors then you can use it."

"Thanks."

Half an hour later Lizzie was airborne with Tammy on the way to Freeport airport.

"RamAir requesting permission to land by the terminal."

"What's your need?"

"Diplomatic package."

"Granted, RamAir to the VIP spot."

"Many thanks."

Tammy decided to stay with the chopper whilst Lizzie went to the airline's office. She was back in ten minutes with a large package.

Tammy got permission to leave once an incoming flight cleared the runway. She hopped back to Ram's Rock. Lizzie waited until they had landed before opening the outer envelope, which was addressed to Lizzie, but the inner envelope had Tammy's name on it.

"Oh, nothing for me?"

"Not this time, but you can now claim to be an expert diplomatic courier?"

"Based on just a few jobs? To think; I have wings, but I can't even fly this aircraft?"

"Neither could I, but I've gained a few more minutes of practice."

"Hey, hold on, you took me across water and you don't have a ticket for this type?"

"I couldn't hear any complaints."

"Yes, but?"

"But, nothing. We're not in the UK and we were only on a Commonwealth island for a little under fifteen minutes. The rules are different out here, remember?"

"True, I guess."

Tammy did her post-flight then went up to see Kimberly, closing the door behind her.

"I'm guessing, Tammy, you don't want the Brits to see what's in there?"

"Correct."

"Even your own girls?"

"Especially them."

Tammy slit open the strong Manila envelope and extracted three packages from within, marked T, M & E.

She opened the first one, revealing a British passport in name of Gabi Reason. A Black Amex card was also there in the same name.

"Damn, I can't use this Amex. Whoever set it up will have access to the credit account, complete with ticket purchases."

"Good call, you can't trust that card. Give me the others' names."

The other envelopes produced passports as Tina Hallett and Debbie Franklin.

"Okay, Thistle Maiden, I have an idea but it means involving a dude."

"Yeah, yeah. There's always one."

"Always. This one is kind of shady, but in a good way."

Tammy shrugged. "Shady might be the ticket. What's the idea?"

"We'll get you a private charter to an airport with direct flights to Europe."

"And?"

"Working on it, I couldn't be sure until I had all of your new IDs, some plans need names."

"Okay, thanks."

"You want to be back in London on Saturday?"

"Daytime."

"Okay. I can't promise if it'll be breakfast, lunch or dinner, but you'll get back on Saturday."

"Thanks, Kim."

"Hey now, this service isn't free!"

"Heck, someone will pay for this!"

"Krystel got what you asked for, and the stuff from this morning when he went on his tear. I sent it through channels."

"Dannigan?"

"In this case, yes."

"Good, at least the source and veracity of the message won't be in doubt."

"Considering it's video and audio; no doubt at all. It won't be delivered until you are on your way off this island on Friday, that's for your own protection."

"Cheers. Can I leave these documents with you?"

"Sure, did you want to have a little fun?"

"Like what?"

"Someone takes the Amex into Miami on Friday evening and uses it at the terminal."

"Naughty. I like it."

"Good. We do too."

"Just asking; how are we getting back to London?" Tammy asked.

Kimberly smiled. "Best plan is with one of Rodrick's contacts. He's what you might call a competitor of ours. If you go by rumors."

"What if I go by truth?" Tammy smiled back.

Kimberly laughed. "Oh he's very similar to us. He just does logistics."

Tammy had to think then understood. "So his customers aren't who they say they are, but otherwise they might use three letter acronyms for their business name?"

Kimberly tapped her nose and nodded to indicate Tammy was correct. "I have things to do, go do stuff."

Tammy felt uncomfortable as she walked back towards her cabin, having already decided to cook rather than eating with the troops. She'd only been there for a few minutes when there was a knock on the door. She found Geoff Traeger outside.

"Ma'am, could I have a word please?"

"Can it wait?"

"No, Ma'am, off the record please."

She let him enter, checked outside then closed the door.

"This is inappropriate, Commander."

"I know, Captain, but I have information that you need to hear."

"Go ahead."

"The Lieutenant Colonel is planning to detain you and your team before returning to the UK with you as prisoners."

"I see, why hasn't he acted yet?"

"He believes your association with the Royals would interfere with his plans so needs to wait until they have left the zone."

"I see. I would consider his actions as very dangerous. I believe you understand that we are all guests of our hosts and I have a special relationship here."

"I had noted that."

"Nothing, nothing happens on this island without the agreement of the locals. That includes all aircraft movements if I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly, Ma'am."

"Good. Thank you for bringing this to me, Commander."

"I believed you need to know. I've gone against protocol but I can justify it if necessary."

"I'm hoping that won't be necessary, I take the personal safety of myself and my friends very seriously."

A moment later she was on her own, very alone.

Maisie arrived fifteen minutes later.

"Where did you go to?"

"I had some paperwork to catch up with."

"Well, boss, something strange is going on and folk are giving me a cold shoulder."

"Okay."

"Just 'okay'? What's going on?"

"How would I know, Maisie?"

"Because you are always in the thick of it and I can read you like a bloody book!"

"Damn."

"So, Miss Smarty-Pants, what the hell is going on?"

"Let's go for a walk."

They followed a path away from the hangers and aimed for the main house but kept clear of the other residences. Tammy was scanning the area for Rodrick, but he was waiting.

"Okay, Tammy, what's happened?"

She ignored Maisie.

"I was told not to repeat the information I'd learned."

"So I was told, but I guess the circumstances have changed."

"Yes, this day has turned to shit and there's nothing I can do about it."

"That's dismissive, there's always something you can do. Anyway, I'm guessing you need to come clean to your fiancée?"

Tammy sighed. "I think it's the right thing to do."

"I'll stay here, in case she attacks you."

"To protect me?"

"No, to protect Maisie."

Tammy took a deep breath. "Did you hear about the arrests in the Winchester area?"

"Yes, I tried to call dad but there's no answer."

"I think he's been arrested."

"WHAT?"

"Look, I wasn't told explicitly that's what has happened but it fits what I know."

"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME?"

"Because the Colonel ordered me to keep it to myself."

"Bloody Army."

"Hey, the Colonel was trying to protect you, and me, but that's not working too well right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Wells really hates me now, and by association that means you and Lizzie as well."

"I got that feeling."

"He's going to order our detention and will send us back to the UK under guard."

"We're done."

"No we are not. Rodrick, you know about my revised plans?"

"Yes, Tammy, you will really owe us for this."

"Understood, but we have more immediate needs? I'm safe until the Royals leave, apparently."

"We can't bring forward your flight."

"So that leaves twenty four hours whilst I'm vulnerable?"

"No, we delay the Royals."

Maisie shook her head. "You can't do THAT?"

"Yes we can. I happen to know they have a lunch date on Friday with the Florida Governor that they are not looking forward to, so a late departure would suit their needs without causing a diplomatic issue."

"The bigger picture."

"Yes Tammy, look at the bigger picture. You can do that but in this case you didn't have their schedule. You have correctly identified your own risks and proposed a solution that we'll implement. As for you, Maisie, Tammy knows what she's doing and I can't see her freaking that her future father-in-law is in trouble?"

"No, Sir."

"So let her get on with it and everything will sort itself out, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, we'll find a way to thank the Commander later."

"I couldn't do anything about that. Did you listen?"

"Not yet, but Krystel told me what had happened and then reckoned you were coming to see me."

"She's good."

"She's very good. She cares for you, all of you, and hates bigots."

"And idiots."

"She has a special place for idiots."

Tammy was more confident that she was safe after her talk with Rodrick, but 'safe' was a relatively term in her world. Maisie wanted to asked questions but Tammy shook her head.

"You know as much as me and I have nothing more. If necessary we would already be on a flight home but I can't justify that right now. Just remember, walls have ears."

"So you did bug the med bay?"

"No, Maisie, I didn't but if he had nothing to fear then why did he panic?"

"Oh."

"So, let me do the thinking, you just do your work."

"I don't think there's any work for me now."

"Fine, join me on the beach tomorrow. We'll have an off day. Just make certain your bag is packed and just leave a clean set of casuals out for tomorrow in case. Can you let Lizzie know that she has to be ready to leave from tomorrow onwards?"

"What time?"

"Anytime from sunrise to sunset. Just be ready."

"Ready for what, Tammy?"

"I don't know yet, but I'll let you know when I do."

-o-

Thursday dawned but Tammy ignored the PT and breakfasted in her cabin. Maisie had decided to head for the canteen to pick up any gossip.

She headed to the beach and had a swim before topping up her tan.

"You're out of uniform!"

"Piss off."

Wells went to kick Tammy but she grabbed his leg and pulled him down, rolling him over and restraining him. He struggled as his face went into the sand.

"Now you little prick, I don't want to hear one more complaint about me, one more malicious word and don't you dare lift a finger against myself or my team. Do I make myself clear?"

"You have, owwww, crossed a line. I will see you in court!"

"Au contraire, Jeremy, I'm sure there will be a courtroom but I doubt if I'll be in the dock. I suggest you run back to your little boys club and admit that you can't handle women."

"I'll do nothing of the sort, I'll be back with an MP."

"Really? You are guests on this island and we don't have any Military Police here as we don't need them."

"They're flying in, for you and your fake women."

"You really were turned by Kyle, weren't you? I would love to hear that conversation."

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Krystel walking towards her. She leaned down close to Wells and poked his forehead.

"Hey Tammy, need a hand?"

"Hi! No, I've got this. What's up?"

"An unscheduled flight asked for permission to land. We're doing runway work so the flightline is down. So sorry, we can't accept any flights until tomorrow. I had to send them away. Only Miami can handle them. Sure you don't want a hand here?" Krystel gave Jeremy a sweet smile.

"I had wondered why it was so quiet? Did you hear that Jeremy, no reinforcements today. Off you go."

She stood and moved back to collect her towel, as Krystel looked on.

He walked away in disgust, brushing the sand off him. "Later!"

Krystel waved Tammy to talk. "Okay, Tammy, what did he do?"

"He tried to kick me for being out of uniform."

"And you let him live?"

"It served a purpose."

"I'm guessing he ordered the MPs?"

"Yes, for me Maisie and Lizzie."

"Well, we've delayed them, but you've lost an opportunity to deal with him permanently."

"Perhaps, but I'm British."

"And that will remain your problem."

"And my safety net?"

"Maybe, Tammy, maybe. We have some more intel from London."

"Yes?"

"Maisie's father has been confined to Quarters after two days of interviews."

"At least he's not in a cell?"

"No, but he's not free to go anywhere. An Army officer is still being questioned and several existing prisoners have been visited by interrogators."

"Nightingale, Bell and Fielding?"

"Correct, but someone is trying to get Kyle out on the basis of illegal detention."

"So treason isn't good enough?"

"That's not been made public and wasn't on his charge sheet."

"Oh."

"Yeah, it stinks to high Hell. Are you sure you still like the British system?"

"We do ask questions first and seldom need to follow through with a double-tap."

"Yes, and I don't see it changing anytime soon." Krystel remarked then added. "Tomorrow, you three need to wear swimsuits under your clothes. And take your luggage to Lyssa's as soon as possible in the morning."

-o-

Friday morning was busy. So busy, PT was suspended.

Under instructions from Tammy, the girls dressed with bikinis under shorts and tops, then Maisie and Lizzie packed everything else their luggage. With a slight change of plan Carl collected their luggage and disappeared.

A few hundred metres away the British personnel were breaking down their encampment. Maisie had at least, the previous day, established that the field kitchen and med bay would be the the last to be packed away. For now, breakfast was served in the main hangar before the cooks put a simple lunch pack together for the troops consisting of a sandwich, crisps and fruit. Only then would the mess facility be ready to be loaded onto a cargo plane with the rest of their gear.

As the Pumas carrying the Royals and their protection detail arrived, so did the boats carrying the patrols. Carl met them at the docks to tie up. The S.B.S. crews and S.A.S. greeted him and made their way to the hangars.

Jeremy greeted the royals, trying to hide his agitation. Only an hour before; he'd been informed they had changed their plans to have a late lunch with the Masons before flying out directly to Miami on the Gulfstream. Tammy stood waiting as well, giving him a definite look of 'make move and I shoot you'.

"Welcome back." Rodrick greeted the couple then looked down to the children. "Hi, kids. Been having fun?"

Both nodded happily and gave a quick "Yes!"

William and Kate nodded, William greeted them. "Lieutenant Colonel Wells. Captain Smart."

"Highnesses." Both greeted.

Kimberly joined them, holding a manila envelope.

"Is this?" Rodrick asked Kimberly.

Kimberly nodded and handed over the envelope. "Everything Donahue needs."

"Good." Rodrick replied then turned back to the royals and Jeremy. "Let's do lunch."

Tammy followed behind the group to the house. She assisted Lyssa setting up for the children's lunch then excused herself, going out the front door. Carl had come in through the patio door.

"You wanted me, Boss?" Carl asked.

Rodrick handed him the envelope. "Give this to Donahue. She'll meet you at the dock."

"Commander Donahue? Aye, aye, Skip." Carl saluted and left.

William took his seat after seating Kate. "Pressing matters, Rodrick?"

"Personal message for a friend in the Pacific Fleet. Tracy flies Hornets off the Abraham Lincoln. She's been on leave and heading back to San Diego." Rodrick said casually.

Kate looked pleased. "Does she really? That's impressive. Has she gone to the Top Gun school as well?"

"She has, actually. Took the top slot of her cycle. After this coming sea tour, she wants to try for the Blue Angels." Rodrick smiled. "She just might get it too."

William teased Kate. "Girl power."

Lyssa called over. "Be nice, Highness."

After the children were finished eating and set down to play. Warlock lay at the edge of the rug watching them. They began eating lunch, an Asian dish that Lyssa informed them to be from Thailand, but promised that it wasn't overly spicy - happily confirmed by Kate. It seemed a request for a light lunch had been issued so it was only thirty minutes before the meal was finished.

Kate and Lyssa sat and talked fashion. William and Rodrick sat and talked about how the prince had wanted to miss a politically sensitive lunch invitation and was glad to join the Masons instead. Jeremy sat quietly for fifteen minutes then stood up.

"Please excuse me. I have some matters to attend to before your departure. Highness." Jeremy said then left through the patio door.

William shook his head. "he's been fighting for an excuse to leave for quite awhile now. I'm surprised he lasted as long as he did."

"Noticed that, did you?" Rodrick smirked.

Wells stormed to the hangars. He found Lieutenant Vance.

"Vance! Where is Smart?" Jeremy demanded.

Vance looked at him confused. "She's not been with you, Sir?"

"Lieutenant; if she were with me, would I be asking you?" Wells seethed. "And were is that plane with the MPs I requested?"

"I can answer that." Lonestar answered from behind them.

Wells was barely holding his composure. "Yes?"

"They were in Nassau. They took off an hour ago." Lonestar replied.

This confused the British officer. "If they took off an hour ago, why aren't they here?"

"They received new orders; return to the U.K." Lonestar said.

Jeremy lost his temper. "WHO THE HELL GAVE THOSE ORDERS?"

Lonestar had had enough and grabbed him by the front of his uniform then growled. "MacTaggart. Don't you ever go off on me again you uppity snot. You act accordingly, Lieutenant Colonel, is THAT clear? This is where YOU say 'of course Colonel, forgive my impertinence'."

All eyes were on Wells. He could see the pilot's hand hovering by the holstered fifty calibre pistol on his hip. The Lt Col was also aware that he'd seen the man punch through an inch and a half wooden plank before because one of the F-35 pilots passed the tower exceeding six hundred knots without permission.

Speaking so that only Wells could hear, Lonestar continued. "Now that I have your attention, need I remind you that Lyssa is ready to feed you to that damned dog of hers? Putting on a show for the royals is right up her alley. Don't fucking tempt her. Settle your ass down, or I'll settle your ass down."

With that he turned Wells loose and waved his hand for everyone in the area to go back to work. Traeger walked up.

"Sir, that was not a good idea." Traeger said. "Our hosts are not happy with you. I suggest you take a few minutes and get yourself together."

Jeremy looked at him angrily. "Where is Smart?"

"Haven't seen her. Nor her sergeant or comms officer. Fortunately, all her reports are completed and have been sent out. The comms centre is packed away as is the med station now. We are ready to load up and leave when the transports come in. We should be off island an hour after the royals depart." Geoff stated.

Nearly an hour earlier the three girls had joined Carl on Rodrick's go-fast boat, he sent them down to change. "Kim said to turn your phones off. You're going dark so hold where you are for a minute."

He slowly pulled away from the dock, making sure he was out of sight before issuing his next instruction. "It's safe, come on up."

Tammy, Maisie and Lizzie came up from below, wearing only their bikinis. After taking seats and putting on headsets, Carl pushed the throttles forward to full speed, and then a notch further.

"So where are we going?" Maisie asked.

Carl answered. "Miami. I gotta meet a babe."

"Don't you mean a dude?" Tammy laughed.

Carl grinned. "I meeting a babe, you're meeting a dude."

Lizzie shook her head. "What is it with all these dudes?"

"They're everywhere, Lizzie." Tammy grinned.

Carl nodded. "That's just how it is. Go with it."

It didn't seem long before Carl started to throttle down as they approached a large marina. "There's a dress code here, girls, pull your bags up." Quickly all three threw their tops and shorts back on before shifting their luggage. Only Lizzie had two cases.

"This is nice, what is it?" Tammy asked, looking around.

Carl manoeuvred around the water traffic toward a dock. "Bayside Marketplace. Here, give this to the dude."

Tammy took a thick envelope he pulled from his back pocket. "Okay."

"Hey, there she is." Carl said, pointing.

Carl waved and a woman on the dock waved back. After tying up, he greeted her.

"How's it going, Commander?" Carl asked, saluting.

Tracy Donahue returned the salute. "Not bad. I thought Rodrick was coming."

"Couldn't get away. Guests." Carl replied then handed her a manila envelope. "Super-secret, ultra-hush-hush stuff."

Tracy looked at the blank envelope. "Okay, but who's it for?"

"Admiral Keller. His eyes only." Carl answered. He picked up the cases and shifted them onto the dock.

Tracy looked at him. "Oh shit, what the hell am I carrying?"

"Bad guys." Carl said. "Oh, this bunch needs to see a dude. Drop them off at Hangar fourteen. Thanks."

Carl had been casting off and started the engines.

"Dude? Hangar Fourteen?" Tracy Donahue asked but wasn't getting an answer as Carl was already powering away.

Tammy waved and said, knowing he wouldn't hear. "Uh, bye Carl."

Tracy looked to the three women and luggage. "Right. Well, come on then. I'm Tracy by the way."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Tammy, she's Maisie and she's Lizzie." Tammy introduced them.

Tracy led them to her rental and took them to the airfield. She stopped at a hangar with a number fourteen on the corner and big sign over the door adorned with a painted lemon. Someone playing guitar really loud inside could be heard.

"This is you." Tracy announced.

Tammy and her girls got out and pulled their luggage. "Thank you Tracy."

"Take care." Tracy waved and drove away.

Tammy opened the door and led them in. Up on a platform was a man playing guitar.

"HEY! TAKE FIVE?" Tammy called out.

The man stopped playing and turned around. seeing the trio he put his guitar down then slid down a pole and walked over.

"I guess you're who I'm hanging around for." The man said.

Tammy grinned. "You must be our dude."

The man rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm your dude. Name's Jimmy."

"Hi Jimmy, I'm Tammy. This is for you." Tammy said with a smile and handed him the thick envelope.

Jimmy opened it, pulling out two stacks of hundred dollar bills and a note. He read the note and shook his head.

"Christ, I gotta do this?" Jimmy groaned then looked at Tammy and sang: "Baby, he's your ticket. Put the suitcase in your hand. Dude's got his money, now do it just the way we planned. You be cool for twenty hours. We paid him twenty grand."

Tammy was trying hard not to laugh. Maisie and Lizzie just stood there confused.

"I'm gonna kill Carl, again!" Jimmy growled then whistled loudly and waved them to follow. "Let's go."

"I don't get it." Lizzie said then asked. "Tammy, is he taking us home?"

Jimmy answered. "I'm going to Europe and dropping you off since it's on the way."

"Why Europe?" Maisie asked as they climbed into Jimmy's plane.

Jimmy secured their luggage. "Making a delivery to our freedom loving brothers."

"What's in all these crates?" Lizzie pointed.

Tammy looked at her. "We don't want to know, that's a request and an order. Plausible deniability applies here."

Another man climbed in. "We're all set."

Jimmy nodded to him. "My co-pilot; Jackson."

"Hi Jackson." Tammy greeted. "Nice plane, guys, I haven't seen one like it before."

Jimmy finished closing the door. "Thanks. It's a BT-67 by Basler. Might not look it, but the Lemon'll get us there. Strap in!"

The plane taxied out and sat at the end of a runway.

Jimmy called out. "I always like to take a good look at America before I go, just in case it's my last."

Jackson shook his head. "Let's get in the air already."

"Power up." Jimmy said then called back. "Keep your seatbelts on for a while, we're taking off!"

Tammy watched out the window as the ground sped by then receded as the plane took off; it wasn't long before Florida was out of sight.

She settled back and tried to fall asleep, leaving the other girls to sort themselves out. So far they hadn't shown any ID or been checked in anywhere. Tammy was carrying the fake passports but was absolutely certain she would ditch them just as soon as they became a risk, but where were they going?

Just before she fell asleep Tammy did wonder how Kimberly was going to make it look like the three of them were travelling commercially? and was she having second thoughts about leaving that Amex card behind?

{Continues}
 

	Tammy Beginnings follows sixteen year old Tom Smart as he starts his voyage of self discovery. This is an expanded Preludes story. Part 2 soon.
	Don wants to pursue a career in Voice Acting and has been training himself. He's even developed some feminine character voices. What not even his closest friends or Dad know is: the latest feminine voice is destined for higher purpose. Opportunity and one strange chance change his life forever. Not all things in the night go 'bump'. Sometimes you find a voice of light, when you change your dial!

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 13 By Royal Command Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

“Buckle up, we’re on approach.”

Tammy and the girls hadn’t dared release their seat-belts during the flight apart from a visit to the tiny loo. Tammy, at least, appreciated that it wasn't a bucket behind a canvas screen.

“Where are we landing?”

“London.”

Tammy cursed, she hadn’t wanted to land at any of the London airports, especially if someone had circulated her name. Maisie and Lizzie were stirring.

“Check your belts, and keep those phones off.”

“What, we landing?”

“Yes, Lizzie. And don’t ask me where we are as I don’t bloody know!”

A shout came from the pilot. “Hold on, we’re on final.”

Barely three minutes later they were on the ground, Tammy now realised where they were.

“Going to the fuel stand?”

“Affirmative.”

“Fine, we’ll exit when you get there.”

“Saves me throwing you off.”

“What’s the time?”

“Seven in the morning.”

“Saturday?”

“Yeah, this bird don’t do time travel.”

If the ground staff were surprised as the three girls descended they didn’t remark on their outfits. One however had refilled the Epic a couple of times and recognised the pilot.

“KT Flight?”

“That’s my usual account , but these fine gentlemen gave me a lift and I'm not picking up their tab! Come on girls.”

Maisie had also realised where they were but kept quiet, Tammy had to remind Lizzie to keep her phone off.

“I want to check the news!”

“And give our location away?”

“Why are we doing this anyway?”

“Because an army officer called us fake women and suddenly the world hates us. Now keep quiet and let me deal with the gate.”

“I’m cold.”

They hadn’t changed from their shorts and a T, over swimsuits, plus it was still April. At least it wasn’t raining as they trekked across the former RAF fighter base. It took them ten minutes to reach the North Weald gate house.

“Hello, where did you come from?”

Tammy turned on her Highlands accent. “We hitched a lift on a flight from Aberdeen, they’re refuelling before heading South. Can you get us a taxi to Epping Station, we’re going to a beach party in the West End and was told it would be warmer than this!”

“Sure, haven’t I seen you before?”

“I usually fly here in a white Epic, you'll have seen me when I’ve been collected at this gate by a minibus.”

“Ah, that’s it. Sure, give me a minute.”

He made the call then suggested they could wait outside the gate, for Tammy this meant a small element of relief.

Getting a cab that early on a Saturday morning wasn’t as tiresome as it could have been. Tammy had some cash left so paid the driver but she would need to use a ATM before the weekend was out. They were dropped by the station’s main entrance.

“Are we getting a train?”

“No Lizzie.” Tammy started to walk back away from the station, five minutes later she arrived at the house. She didn’t have her keys to hand but did have access to a coded secure key box on the front of the building. She tapped in the six digits from memory and extracted the spare key.

“Where are we?” Asked Lizzie too loudly.

“Keep quiet!”

“But …?”

Tammy pushed the door open and checked that no-one was downstairs. She confirmed that the alarm system was disabled.

“Come in and put yourselves in the lounge. Do not touch anything, switch anything on or open that bloody mouth until I say you can.”

She unplugged the landline before creeping up the stairs and opening the door of Suzie’s bedroom. Thankfully she was alone, but stirred, stretched and woke.

“Oh, what day is it?”

“Saturday.”

“But you’re due … oh.”

“Suzie dear, choose your next words carefully.”

“I was instructed to call if you got in touch.”

“And?”

“I told them that got me into trouble with my own family last time. They could do their dirty work themselves.”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, they suspended me last night for refusing a command.”

“I see, who issued that command?”

“A new section leader, we hadn’t even been introduced.”

“I hope you’re being completely honest with me, Suzie?”

“Hey, I screwed up last time, you were nearly hurt and I lost my job.”

“Fair enough, did you want to put some clothes on? I’ll get some coffee going.”

“I need a shower.”

Tammy reached for Suzie’s mobile and turned it off.

“Hey!”

“Right now it’s possible that we’re all wanted by various agencies and the easiest way to track us is using our mobiles. I’ll look after this for now.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I want to be sure, to be certain, as we all could get hurt. Why do you think I’m here now?”

“Because you hoped it was a safe place to come, hey, how did you get here?”

“A cab dropped us outside.”

“Us? A cab from the Bahamas?”

“Sure, you should have seen the meter. Maisie and Lizzie are downstairs. Look, you don’t need to know.”

“Who’s Lizzie? Oh, Dad may have mentioned her? I guess if you don’t tell me stuff then I can’t repeat it, yeah, I get it. Now let me have that shower. You could do with one yourself.”

“Yes, but there’s more important things to do first.”

“Coffee?”

“Starting with that.”

“You’re predictable, Tammy.”

“I hope not.”

Maisie had wanted to get some hot drinks going but was still sat with Lizzie as a precaution.

“Maisie, you know where the stuff is, don't hold back on the caffeine."

She sat quietly, trying to stay focussed until coffee could take over from adrenalin. Maisie was back nearly ten minutes later with the hot drinks.

"I need to make a call.” Tammy extracted her phone and switched it on.

“Hey, you said we couldn’t use our phones!”

“Correct, but I put this in Aircraft mode before I turned it off so it won’t connect to the phone network – hopefully. All I want is a number.”

She plugged the landline back in and dialled a number from her phone’s contact list, prefixing with a ‘withhold’ code. It rang for a few seconds.

“Hello?”

“Good morning Kevin.”

“Tammy? Where are you?”

“That’s not important. I need to know if you’ve been compromised?”

“How the bloody hell can I prove that to you over the phone?”

“No denial though?”

“You would immediately be suspicious if I denied it.”

“Too true, Kevin, you know me too well.”

“Exactly. I’ll see you in an hour.”

The line went dead so Tammy removed the cable to the phone base station.

“What, who?”

“I’m sure there was a question in there, Lizzie?”

“Yes, but?”

Tammy waited until Maisie returned.

“I’ve just spoken to Kevin Edmunds.”

“I remember him.” Suzie had arrived. Maisie nodded.

“He’s one of the few who know this house so he’s coming here, probably by Tube.”

“Do you trust him, Tammy?”

“Yes and no, so we’ll take precautions.”

“How?”

“Maisie, get down to the station once you’ve had a chance to wash and wait for Kevin, check if he’s on his own. We’ll wait here in case anyone turns up by vehicle.”

“Understood. If he’s not alone?”

“Delay him, anyway you can.”

“Weapons?”

“None, so let’s play this by ear seeing as we can’t go in, all guns blazing?”

“Understood.”

Maisie went upstairs to wash and change, Tammy went next, whilst Maisie was still available to babysit Lizzie, then they sent her up. Tammy had decided to stick with leggings and a loose top, giving her the maximum flexibility whilst Lizzie had gone for a summer dress, despite the English weather.

“I bought it in Grand Bahama but didn’t get a chance to wear it!”

Just after Maisie had left it started to drizzle and heavy rain wasn’t far behind it. Tammy just hoped that the girl didn’t get too drenched before she reached the station. The house CCTV was running on the lounge TV and two cameras had long views up and down the road so Tammy would, at least, have some warning.

When she did see someone approaching it was Kevin with Maisie a few steps behind. Tammy reached the front door before he did.

“On your own?”

“Yes, and my phone is off.”

“Good, come in. You obviously know Suzie and Maisie but you haven’t met Lizzie before?”

"Wow, those are some tans." Kevin looked to Lizzie. “The image of you that was circulated bears no resemblance. Your excursion seems to have been good for you.”

“Thank you, but who are you?”

“Detective Chief Inspector Kevin Edmunds, from SO15 Counter Terrorism Unit.”

“Oh, and Tammy invited you?”

“Not as such, but I’m here. Any chance of coffee?”

They settled down once everyone had a fresh drink.

“Okay, Tammy, shall I start?”

“Kevin, you probably know more than us about what's going on?”

“Firstly, your Colonel is missing, he went off the radar at five last night and there are MPs looking for him.”

“Damn, that’s not good, anything more?”

“No, but did you have dinner plans?”

“Grandma?”

“Indeed.”

“Okay, that’s for later, what about the investigations?”

“It appears Kyle Fielding was in communication with a True Freedom operative but the actual channel was cleverly constructed so to implicate others. Firstly, Marcus Wade was detached from his usual unit and sent to MOD Lyneham, near Winchester, to oversee an overhaul of the intel unit based at REME. Whilst there he was fed information about Maisie’s father so went to see him, telling him that you wanted Maisie to have a baby out of wedlock using a surrogate but had no intention of going through with the wedding.”

“That’s rubbish!” Maisie was quite upset.

“Let him finish.”

Kevin sipped his coffee.

“I’m with you, ladies, Staff Sergeant Thomas Staines was told a pack of lies to suit someone else’s needs. He and an officer were both told that there was a spy on the island who was sending information back that was critical to UK security but it couldn’t be sent via an official route. Maisie’s father was asked to establish the back channel for the good of the country. A load of hogwash, of course, but if folk believe they are doing something for their queen or president then they might just overstep legalities?”

Tammy nodded.

“The upshot was that a satellite ground station, quite a small one, was put on the roof of his cabin then connected into power and his internet router.

“And that was his involvement?”

“So it would seem.”

“Who was his contact?”

“Marcus Wade.”

“And only Marcus?”

“Yes.”

“Who did Marcus deal with?”

“That’s more difficult, he’s not being co-operative.”

“Where does that leave us?”

“Clearly they think you Tammy, and you Maisie, are involved somehow, although I would suggest Maisie here is the first confirmed victim?”

The girl nodded her agreement.

“Meanwhile they want to talk to you but, as you’re usually armed, they are not going to put an invite in the mail.”

“Great, a full Special Operations Group visit just to remove me from the street?”

“Indeed. There’s another issue, your gender has come up again as well as that for Miss Harrison.”

“My records are correct, Lizzie’s situation is a little vague however. What about it though?”

“Given how much I know about you, Tammy, this really isn’t a problem for me but it’s given a few senior misogynistic folk something to whine about. That will continue until they are ordered to shut up, but in the meantime they will continue look for evidence to back up their false claims as well as spreading their diatribe.”

“Great, Kevin, so we have to fight against someone who couldn’t give a toss about the law and will just make up reasons to harass us?”

“That’s about it.”

“Who’s driving it?”

“Good question.”

“But you don’t know? Let’s try another one, who can I trust?”

“Me, hopefully?”

Tammy agreed.

“The Colonel wants to see you later and I suggest I accompany you. Are you armed?”

“No, my weapons are in a certain country house to the West of here.”

“You didn’t take any?”

“We flew out on a scheduled flight, taking weapons on those is a right pain.”

“You didn’t say you flew back that way?”

“Correct.”

“Given that you weren’t due until tomorrow, that means they probably don’t know you’re back in the country?”

“Agreed, so that gives us a few hours. But, for now, how do I get a weapon?”

“On a Saturday?”

“Yes, can your armourer help me?”

“They don’t work weekends unless someone senior authorises it. That’s above my pay grade, still.”

“Damn, I should have kept a spare here.”

Suzie glared. “I don’t like having guns indoors!”

“We could ask the parents?”

“Mum would say no, and you know it!”

Lizzie had seen Suzie at AA House but only now realised the connection. “Sisters?”

“Yes.”

She looked around the room for any other reaction. “Oh.”

“Lizzie, file that information away where you’ll never find it again.”

“Everyone else knew?”

“Kevin met me when I was still at school, as did Suzie. Maisie met me last year and has stayed here a few times.”

“So I’m the outsider?”

“Yes, but we only met two months ago and you were a different person at first.”

“I'm not sure I like it back here, Tammy, can’t I go back to the island?”

“The job finished, Lizzie. Right now I have no idea what is planned for you but none of that is relevant whilst True Freedom are screwing around with folk we know. So, Kevin, who can we trust?”

“You could give Heather a call, she’s far enough away from Thames House to be out of mind.”

“Indeed, but no good if I wanted help here?”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions straight away, Tammy, but be careful!”

“Okay, what next?”

“Meet me in the West End at six.”

“Just me?”

“They’re looking for three girls, so one, on her own, should be able to go where she wants. I suggest you disguise yourself though.”

“And you’ll just wear the same suit?”

“I don’t have a suitable frock, but you might?”

“Will combats do? Oh, I’m a Captain now and my dress uniform is packed away upstairs.”

“Somebody apparently tried to rescind that but it’s official.”

“I’m in a dirty war, Kevin.”

“We all are, Tammy, just don’t let the buggers win!”

-o-

Once Kevin was out of the door Suzie turned to more immediate issues.

“How long are you staying, how many are eating and do you have dirty laundry?”

“Firstly, I was assuming we would be at AA House for a few days but my guess is that it’s not a good place to be right now. Food wise, when is your grocery delivery?”

“This afternoon. It's too late now to add anything to the order.”

“So do you need to go shopping now, for lunch?”

“Yes.”

“Can Maisie go with you?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll transfer some money to you when I know it’s safe.”

“I wasn’t after money.”

“Even so?”

“Mum would ask, yeah, so thanks.”

“Good, it’s not personal but I need to get myself and Maisie back home and find out what we’re doing with Lizzie?”

That prompted an immediate response.

“Hey, why can’t I go with you?”

“That wasn’t what I was told, and, Lizzie, I honestly have no idea right now how this is going to end.”

“This doesn’t make me feel good, Tammy?”

“But that’s how it is, given that we don’t know very much right now.”

"Can’t we go with you, this evening?”

“No Lizzie, didn’t you hear what Kevin said?”

“Yeah, but why would they be looking for the three of us if we’re not due back before tomorrow?”

“Because they know I can, and would, alter my travel plans. I’ve done it before and thrown false leads but ultimately they caught up with me. All we have managed is to buy some extra time but the moment they know that we’re not on that plane there will be one hell of a storm.”

“Why?”

“Because they can claim I wasn’t following orders, that WE weren’t following orders, and have gone rogue!”

“Oh.”

Tammy noted that Maisie and Suzie were keeping quiet, and Lizzie finally got the point.

“You don’t know how to fix this, do you, Tammy?”

“No, I don’t, I bloody don’t.”

Suzie and Maisie decided it was the right time to head to the store in the centre of Epping, taking the car as it was still damp outside with menacing clouds. Tammy needed to get out as well, but the risk was just too great, plus where would she go?

That then led to the question, what would happen to the others if she was compromised?

Tammy had long decided that Lizzie was liable to act first and think second when placed into an alien environment: being hunted by the UK Government definitely counted as alien to her.

The girls brought hot chicken back with them; it was so far off the diet sheet that Tammy nearly turned it down but their last proper meal had been many hours and timezones earlier.

Once that was done Tammy took herself back upstairs and had a long shower, deep conditioning her hair and tidying up anything that needed attention. Next task was an outfit for the evening. She’d taken several frocks to Ram’s Rock with her but didn’t believe any were suitable.

“Suzie?”

“Yes?”

“I need a dress for tonight?”

“How long?”

“I might need to run in it?”

“So what if it has a slit from the hip down?”

“That might work?”

“I have one in blue satin, not that I’ve ever had a chance to wear it!” She extracted it from the rail.

“Perfect, thanks. I have some heels that would work.”

Suzie sat on her bed. “Tammy, will I be a target?”

“I honestly don’t know, sis. It would really help if I knew who we were dealing with, who is behind this?”

“Do you need a disguise?”

“Like colour my hair? No, there isn’t time now but I’ll need a coat and a scarf please?”

“Where is this place you’re going to?”

“It’s an Asian restaurant, a friend introduced me to it when she was in London some time ago.”

“Oh, I think we went there when I was sacked?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t remember much.”

“You were rather distracted at the time, Suzie.”

Tammy started to shimmy into the frock.

“Yeah. What’s up with Lizzie?”

“She has a few insecurities. It might be a good idea to get her back into a helicopter soon?”

“Fly? You’re kidding?”

“She’s an RAF Flight Lieutenant.”

“Don’t take me the wrong way, but is she, I mean, another one of your converts?”

“No, but to be honest that’s not far from the truth.”

“You keep finding them?”

“No, they keep finding me, sis. Can you zip me up please?”

“Sure.”

Tammy decided to leave well before four, giving her over two hours before the dinner date, but she wanted to drop in somewhere first.

The “No Name” club was a short walk from Piccadilly Circus an hour later. She was met just inside the door by the barman Bruce, she suspected he’d known she was approaching.

“Good evening, Ma'am. The Colonel is expecting you. May I take those?”

Tammy took off her coat and scarf and checked them. “Thank you, Bruce. A large Wolfburn please?”

She could already see a jug of water on Sean MacTaggart’s table. He was otherwise alone but there were two empty chairs. She decided not to show surprise but congratulated herself for a small win.

Sean rose and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“A delightful sight, as ever, my niece.”

“Thank you, uncle. Are you expecting company?”

“I’m expecting one more person, a friend, a very good friend.”

“Understood, you’ll appreciate that I’m a little short of friends right now?”

“You have more than you think but choose carefully.”

“That has been my biggest issue since getting back here.”

“Well done, by the way, but you took a chance by going to your sister’s home.”

“Granted, but that’s a devil I knew. How long will it be before my presence is widely known?”

“A flight was met at Heathrow a two hours ago, just a precaution, and a few are very upset. There’s another flight late this evening that is more likely, but my guess is that they’ll know before then.”

“That’s a concern, I guess those passports were compromised?”

“Yes, I was playing along. You didn’t use them?”

“No.”

“What about the Amex card?”

“Let’s just say that I probably went shopping at Miami International or elsewhere.”

“Excellent.”

There was a noise behind Tammy, but she recognised the cologne immediately.

“Sir Thomas!”

That earned her another kiss. He ordered a glass and a bottle before taking a seat.

“Well, when the devil casts his net?”

Tammy showed false indignation. “Hey, I hope you’re including yourself?”

“Naturally, my dear.”

Tammy looked at the bottle, noting that Sir Thomas already had a large Scotch in his glass, to which he added a splash of water.

“This is quite the pickle, isn’t it Tammy?”

“I hope you’re not blaming me?”

“No, Tammy, we’re not. However, you do have a certain talent for coaxing, or rather forcing, problems to identify themselves.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been accused of being a catalyst, Sir Thomas.”

“A catalyst is usually benign but I don’t think that term applies to you.”

“Thanks, but I'm not sure whether to kiss you or slap you.”

“Then do neither. Their Royal Highnesses wouldn’t thank you.”

“Oh.”

“You have established a good relationship there, the Duchess wrote that you showed due respect but spoke openly when questioned directly – even when facing adversity. Also that you showed good humour when you could.”

“I see. How much do you know?”

“Plenty, I saw the reports from all sides.”

“So what the hell is going on?”

“Not here, young lady, not here. I suggest you drink up as our transport is due in a minute.”

“I need a moment in the Ladies'.”

“Be quick!”

Tammy’s coat was waiting for her when she returned and the trio were quickly at street level where a black Hackney cab was waiting by the doorway. The three slid into the back of the classic vehicle.

“St Anne’s.”

“Of course, Sir.”

The ride was only five minutes but took them through a security gate not far from Buckingham Palace before pulling up outside a Regency building that looked familiar.

“Is this a Nash building, it's Regency isn't it?”

“As in John Nash? No, St Anne’s Hall was designed by a contemporary named Decimus Burton. Let’s get you installed.”

“What is this building?”

“St Annes Hall is the Royal Guest Quarters, Kate and William insisted you needed somewhere secure to work on your plan. They may appear to be remote but do know what’s going on even if they can’t say anything about it.”

“I’m grateful, but ….”

“Your companions will be brought here just as soon as our cab can get to them. Your sister will be advised to accompany them as well.”

“I was going to ask if she could. The driver looked familiar, oh, he works for Kevin?”

“And others, yes.”

Tammy was first shown to a room, one with a view over the Buck House gardens. There was a placard on the door with her and Maisie's names, to ensure she found her way back. She freshened herself, ditched the coat and made her way back. A member of staff directed her down one more floor and through a security door.

“Ah, welcome back Tammy.”

“What is this place, Sir Thomas?”

“When it's not needed to supplement the bedrooms in the Palace St Annes can be used as a command centre for matters of state.”

“So it’s fully equipped?”

“Correct.”

“The Government has its own command centre, as do the military?”

“Yes, but governments come and go, whilst not every emergency involves the military. This place deals with issues that go beyond government.”

“The Establishment?”

“Indeed, but it can also be used for conferences too, where discretion is essential.”

“Okay, so what’s going to happen?”

“Sean wants you to be debriefed. All three of you who were out in the Caribbean need to recall what was said and what was seen.”

“I see.”

“We also need to go into your relationship with Staff Sergeant Staines and, unfortunately, Kyle Fielding.”

“I had a feeling that would come up.”

“It is purely to deal with any allegations that arise.”

“Shall we start?”

“We’re just waiting for our lead investigator.”

“Who is that?”

“They are a senior police officer from a provincial force with the appropriate clearance. Such people are rare so they are travelling from a distant city. Let’s have a coffee whilst we wait?”

A few more people arrived but Tammy hadn’t recognised most of them and all Sir Thomas would say was that they were “my staff”. One arrival didn’t need any introduction.

“Sophie!”

“Good evening Tammy, I hope this will be worthwhile, but my sudden deployment generated an awkward conversation before I left?”

“With your boss?”

“No, with Heather. She had plans for tomorrow.”

“I’ll call and apologise.”

“You’ll pay her a visit and apologise in person. It’s been too long.”

“Done!”

“Good, now get me a coffee and find me an interview room!”

“Interrogation, you mean?”

“No, fact finding.”

“Ah, okay.”

“Coffee!”

“Yes, Sophie.”

-o-

That first session took an hour and covered the time Tammy had spent with the Black Watch, meeting Maisie and the subsequent issues with Kyle..

They took a break before continuing her recollections with post Christmas activities, which included meeting Ethan Harrison and then Lizzie, plus her interactions with Marcus Wade.

Tammy was worn out after that but found Maisie waiting for her.

“We thought something had happened – Kevin wouldn’t say anything!”

“Where’s Lizzie?”

“Being interviewed, one of Sir Thomas’ team has her.”

“And Suzie?”

“In her room, showering as she’s been told to change for dinner. Do you still have her phone?”

“It was in my luggage.”

“The cab driver ask us to collect your bags and the staff took them upstairs - we’ve got a great room. What’s the building across the grass?”

“Buck House.”

“Oh, so this is like royal stuff?”

“Yes, Maisie.”

Sophie approached them, pointing at Maisie. “You’re next. Come with me.”

“Err, yes.”

Tammy took a seat back near the coffee pot, noting that the bottle of Wolfburn was available as were glasses and a water jug. She opted for iced water instead, Sir Thomas joined her.

“I hope that wasn’t too difficult?”

“Sophie knows me too well, but her pride was rather hurt at Christmas when she was effectively told to shred her report.”

“She is a professional who was in uncharted waters, so did what her training demanded. I couldn’t fault that, but we had a very specific agreement to leave no paper trails.”

“I got that, but I still wondered why she was there?”

“To watch your back, prevent you from doing something regrettable.”

“Oh, I guess that was needed?”

“It wasn’t, not that time, but not everyone can cope if an operation goes badly wrong and a few parties needed to know that you could deal with it.”

“So Sophie was included, as my conscience?”

“In the first place and to protect you from others if necessary.”

“Even if it was a long way out of her comfort zone?”

“Correct. I’d say that the operation achieved all that it needed.”

“There is still a question, Sir Thomas, I need to ask.”

“Not now, I believe the others are about to finish their sessions and dinner is nearly ready.”

She went to freshen and joined the others in a small dining room on the ground floor, the veranda doors were closed but Tammy could see they led straight onto the Buckingham Palace gardens, meaning that she was within the inner security cordon.

Tammy had expected silver service staff but was slightly confused when a Vietnamese family started to bring dishes to the table. A bowl was sat in front of Tammy, she turned to look then smiled.

"Grannie!" Tammy exclaimed.

The old woman swatted Tammy's shoulder and seemed to scold her. A young man chuckled.

Tammy pretended to shrink away. "I didn't catch all that, Grannie."

"Grandmum said you're turning into a troublesome young lady and picking up bad habits from the other girls. You need to behave, she said." The young man chuckled.

MacTaggart laughed. "That's telling you, Tammy!"

The young man repeated the statement to his grandmother who then turned to Sean and gave him a stern look then said more in Vietnamese. Her grandson actually winced.

"Sir, Grandmum just said that Beckwith was better behaved than you and he was thrown out of Lucy's for starting five bar fights in the same night." The young man repeated then added another statement from his grandmother. "He was a Lieutenant Colonel then."

Tammy tapped the old woman's shoulder. "Who was Lucy?"

The young man answered for her. "Lucy's was a bar in Thailand. It was where all the special forces and mercenaries went. Very rough place. Grandmum says not a place for you."

Tammy giggled. "I'll remember that."

Sir Thomas shook his head. "You have such interesting friends Tammy."

Tammy just grinned then received a bowl of peppers to go with her meal. After they finished their soup, the main dish was brought out. Tammy ate happily even though it was very spicy. MacTaggart ate with gusto, unaffected by the heat.

Tammy noticed that the others were eating without complaint and guessed their food were only lightly seasoned, though Sir Thomas was taking advantage of the glass of water more than wine. When he took his handkerchief and patted his forehead, Tammy tried not to laugh.

After setting his fork down, sir Thomas commented. "That was quite flavoursome."

"It's good to broaden one's culinary experiences, Sir Thomas." Tammy quipped then munched a pepper.

Maisie shook her head. "Sometimes I think it might be safer to drink burning petrol than trying Tammy's plate."

A young Vietnamese woman came over to Tammy and whispered in her ear.

"Are you sure?" Tammy asked and received a nod.

Sir Thomas asked. "Something amiss?"

Tammy nodded. "She just told me there are soldiers in front of the restaurant. They seem to be a bit cross, finding it closed for the night. I'm told a sign says there was a staff holiday today."

"Their orders probably didn't allow for them to find the place closed up. My guess is that the officers are probably arguing as to what to do now. If they haven't checked the house, that would probably be their next visit in search of you all." MacTaggart said.

Suzie sighed. "Then I guess it was best to come here."

"Hopefully your neighbours weren't so observant as to notice us arriving or departing." Tammy remarked.

Suzie shrugged. "I don't think so. I barely see them and the times I have, they seemed to be concerned with themselves."

"We'll know if they inquire about the taxi." MacTaggart said. "DCI Edmunds will be informed of anyone requesting the tracking data for that cab registration number. He'll notify us, but we'd best let him know what's going on."

After dinner, the restaurant crew left. They had a cover story for their night out. Everyone retired for the night, exhausted and stressed.

-o-

Tammy woke as the sun came through the curtain on Sunday morning, or was it her bladder? Maisie went to swipe her rear as she hopped out of bed. “Missed!”

The pair dressed simply for breakfast before the interviews restarted. This time all three of the Ram’s Rock visitors were independently asked about that deployment. Tammy’s interview took the longest, she called a halt about an hour in. She didn’t know this woman.

“You seem to know plenty about what I did and said, why do you need my opinion?

“Just answer the questions.”

“No, I was told this was a fact finding exercise but I get the feeling you would have read me the caution if you could?”

“This is fact finding.”

“No, like I said, you already know what happened – how?”

“That’s not important.”

“It is to me. This is over.” Tammy stood and walked out of the room, Sean was waiting.

“What’s up?”

“What’s her beef?”

“She’s an excellent interrogator.”

“Who seems to think she has enough intel to prosecute me under military law, but isn’t interested in the bigger picture? What does she know about me?”

“Nothing, she’s been in Germany for the past few years so hasn’t come across you before. That’s why she’s got you, but all she’s had are some sanitised reports and the original mission brief.”

“But she’s pushing me to admit to an unspecified crime, on a private island thousands of miles away. Someone has briefed her and I suspect she’s had access to some of the surveillance tapes?”

“I briefed her and, no, she hasn’t seen the recordings. Oh, Paul Dannigan sent me more recordings than the one you requested.”

“Okay, but please tell this woman to ease back?”

“Tammy, listen. The current Military Investigation team want to put you through a Court Martial and throw you into a male prison.”

“Oh.”

“You would have a much worse time in a court martial than in that room, so get back in there and finish the interview. We need untainted testimony, even if you’ve been compromised in their eyes.”

“Umm.”

“It’s an order, Captain Smart!”

“Sir.”

-o-

Mid morning Tammy received an instruction to attend an unscheduled briefing. She knocked on the heavy wooden door and, having received permission, entered. Tammy found Sir Thomas, Sean, a Naval Officer and two other suited men seated in front of a large monitor. An image of a familiar vessel was on the screen.

"Captain Smart, please join us." Sir Thomas waved her inside then gestured to an empty chair.

One of the suited men spoke up. "Captain, the subject of a vessel registered to Mexico has come up in discussions after it was recorded by British Forces in the Caribbean. I would like to learn more, specifically what do you know?"

"And you are?" Tammy asked.

The man gave her a blank expression. "Reginald Howell, NCA Global narcotics division."

Tammy looked over to Sir Thomas, who nodded. "This boat belongs to a Mexican Cartel and is the support vessel to a submersible. From what I was told the two vessels are primarily used to smuggle contraband into and out of the United States. We had intel that the terrorist group True Freedom were able to hire the vessels and crew against the island retreat used by the Crown Prince and the Duchess."

Howell asked. "What kind of contraband?"

"Cocaine was mentioned." Tammy replied.

"Does this cartel have intentions toward the U.K.?" Howell asked.

Tammy shook her head. "Other that the recent incident the intel does not indicate a risk at this time."

"To your knowledge, what actions were taken against the vessels?" The Naval officer asked.

Tammy debated what to say but ended up deciding to tell the truth. "The crew aboard the submersible were encouraged to withdraw and the sub left the island submerged and without injury as far as we know. It is very likely the sub rejoined the mothership then departed the area. I believe the US Coastguard were monitoring but I heard nothing more."

"Why did you not seize, disable or destroy the sub?" The officer asked.

Tammy poured iced water from a jug then sipped before answering. "An assessment at the time offered that as an option but it was accepted that we would gain the cartel's attention, from a negative perspective. In the first instance that would be against the Royal couple and their protection team but with future potential against any British assets within range. That was considered to be too great a risk. Before the operation began an order was given to dissuade the sub from hanging around and to, quote, 'send them back, but intact' end quote. We were able to do that successfully with little risk to ourselves or the Duke and Duchess."

"And who made that order?" Howell asked.

"A contact in the American Drug Enforcement Agency whose details were not disclosed." Tammy replied.

Sir Thomas interrupted. "Gentlemen, and lady, please direct your attention to the monitor."

The image of the Piñata disappeared and a moment later a video began to play. The footage was in black and white, indicating it was taken by a FLIR camera. The initial audio was clearly from the maritime VHF radio.

"Unknown vessel. UNKNOWN VESSEL! This is the U.S.S. Michael Murphy. Heave to and prepare to be boarded. I say again; this is the U.S.S. Michael Murphy, heave to and prepare to be boarded!"

Another voice was heard as people could be seen now moving frantically on the boat. Light appeared underneath in the water then went out.

"Vessel is deploying hostile object below surface."

Another voice cut in. "We have target lock on the vessel."

"Launch."

Seconds later a light streaked to the vessel which then exploded.

"Confirming hit."

The second voice returned. "Primary tracking signal lost. Secondary tracking signal descending rapidly. Secondary Tracking signal lost."

The third voice called out. "Surface signature has disappeared. Scope is clear."

"Acknowledged. Surface vessel has been sunk. Stand down from Action Stations." The fourth voice ordered.

Even though the video was black and white, Tammy could clearly see the boat had been El Piñata. The video ended and the screen went black.

"Tammy, do you know the vessel in the video?" Sir Thomas asked.

Tammy nodded. "Yes sir. I believe that to have been the boat known as El Piñata, support vessel to the submersible we encountered during our deployment."

"I'm confused." Reginald Howell stated then asked. "If the American D.E.A. strongly advised the boat, sub and crew be sent back, why would the American Navy then sink it?"

The naval officer had been consulting his phone and spoke up. "The American ship is a member of the Third Pacific Fleet, Carrier Strike Group One. If the coordinates were correct, and I have no doubt they were, the boat was engaged just north of the Panama Canal in the Pacific. That Strike Group is ending a deployment and heading to port."

Howell looked at the officer. "I have no idea what any of that means Rear Admiral."

"I'm afraid I'm lost myself, Rear Admiral Cavanaugh." Sir Thomas admitted.

The Rear Admiral put his phone away. "The Americans wanted the vessels sunk, but to do so in the Caribbean would draw attention to our deployment and possibly any of their own assets in the area. Instead they tracked the vessel and sunk it in the Pacific as part of a regular interdiction operation. In short, they made sure we were left out of it and by doing so, we benefit. It cost them nothing to wait for that proper moment. It's a good example of the excellent co-operation between our two countries."

Tammy now knew what the mystery Huey flight had been about. She guessed that it had been Krystel sitting in the back who had gone diving to place the tracking devices on the boat. Tammy wanted to smile, but resisted the urge. She also decided not to reveal her conclusions.

"I was sent the video just before you arrived. I believe that clears up that bit of business." Sir Thomas remarked and stood up.

Tammy stood as well. The Admiral and other men shook hands with Sir Thomas, nodded to Tammy and left. Sir Thomas indicated for Tammy to sit back down.

"Do you believe the conclusion Cavanaugh drew?" Sir Thomas asked.

Tammy nodded. "I do, but I think there is more to it. The Americans have a real problem with that cartel. This venture with True Freedom presented an opportunity they couldn't pass up. That cartel is a particularly nasty lot I was told, but even if they discover the U.S. Navy is responsible, they wouldn't dare retaliate. The Navy could sit offshore in international waters and attack their main facility. The Mexican government wouldn't object other than issue the customary query because the vessel was registered there. In essence, a cartel they can't take down was found to have attacked a foreign government team? The Mexicans would be more than happy to have that embarrassing problem solved for them."

Sir Thomas sighed. "I see. I guess we can't complain if they use our problem as an excuse to solve their own."

"It might not be cricket, but out is out, whether overarm, underarm or even a loose ball?" Tammy shrugged.

"Well the video was actually sent for your attention, through me. Reginald had been informed about the possible drug connection, so he demanded to be briefed through channels and the Rear Admiral was brought in by him. This was one of those times cooperation was prudent. and the video evidence was a fortunate bonus. The matter is closed so now, perhaps, they should go back to their other concerns and stay out of ours?" Sir Thomas explained.

Tammy nodded. "That would be helpful. If others would keep their noses out of our business as well then we may even get some work accomplished."

"Quite. Thank you Tammy, that will be all for now." Sir Thomas said.

Tammy met the others for coffee but noted Suzie was missing.

"She wasn't involved, where is she?"

"Sophie has her, there's a question about what happened on Friday in the European unit at Thames House."

"Oh, the reason behind her suspension?"

"Correct."

A phone rang and Sir Thomas answered.

"Yes, she's here."

She took the handset. "Tammy, it's Kevin."

"Oh, hi, are you coming here?"

"Not yet, you know about the restaurant last night?"

"Sure, the soldiers found it closed."

"The army officer on the ground was going to bust his way in but the local armed response vehicle had deployed after a member of the public had called to report weapons on the street."

"Got to love the public!"

"Sometimes, Tammy, sometimes. Anyway the army officer was reminded that he would be committing an offence if he allowed any damage to the property and he had no defence in civilian law if warned by a police officer."

"Excellent."

"So that group redeployed to Epping."

"We guessed that would happen."

"I saw the original call as it was potentially a terrorist incident so we advised the local officers in Epping that they were going to have a problem even though we knew that the property was empty."

"That places a link between you and us, Kevin."

"Emily made that call, not me."

"Is she at risk?"

"Potentially, but she knew what she was doing. I've allocated her a close protection officer."

"That seems sensible, but when do I get a weapon? I can't go to Abigail Adams House to collect mine?"

"You have Royal and Diplomatic officers on duty here, that's Sophie's old team. They will be your second line of defence."

"What's the first?"

"No-one knows you're there, let's keep it that way?"

Lunch was next and this time the patio doors were open. Tammy looked across the grass and could see a cluster of small dogs. "Sir Thomas, is that Her Majesty?"

"Indeed. It looks like the corgis are having a stroll. I believe she has some poo bags in her handbag in case the dogs behave like dogs."

"There's no protection or staff near her?"

"She doesn't want them, nor need them. This is her home."

Suzie rejoined them whilst the food was laid out as a buffet: hot new potatoes and quiche with salad meant that the regular kitchen staff were probably back.

Once fed and watered they gathered in the conference room for a briefing.

"Okay, thank you for participating during the interviews. We're aware of some misinformation being circulated that might colour any future legal action, therefore your original testimony is essential and we needed that before you had an opportunity to discuss it between yourselves.

"Tammy it is particularly interesting that the rest of your small unit did not necessarily know what you did or who you liaised with. That's excellent from a tradecraft perspective but lousy when we need to verify certain actions. The two are, unfortunately, usually mutually exclusive."

"So I might not have a defence against an allegation and be accused of lying when I'm telling the truth?"

"Even worst, Tammy, you might be ordered to withhold the truth in order to protect others."

"Damn."

"Under normal circumstances we would make it clear that your actions were secret, but these are not normal circumstances."

"What I would like to know, Sean, Sir Thomas, is who is behind this?"

"Sir William Burgess."

"Who the hell is he?"

"He is True Freedom, or at least the current leader."

"And he's a ruddy Knight of the Realm?"

"Correct, and a sitting member of the House of Lords. He sees his role as protecting the establishment by putting his nominated people in key places and taking out those who actively work against him."

"Like a fifth column?"

"Indeed. It's been many decades since the group was formed but they had a huge injection of arms and money when the Fourani empire fell, that’s when it switched from a pressure group to a terrorist group but Sir William maintains that he runs an executive training agency and writes the odd article for niche publications."

"I've heard that, but not his name. How many does he have in place?"

"Several hundred across the civil service, intelligence agencies and military."

"Including the Military Investigations Branch?"

"Affirmative."

"That explains a few things."

"In addition to the operational agents there are also several hundred sympathisers. They are the more worrying as they may have zero apparent connection to True Freedom."

"Like Marcus?"

"Yes, although he may just be demonstrating his continued dislike for you and the way you operate?"

"Plus his continued respect for Kyle?"

"Yes, that is a concern."

"How do we deal with this?"

Sir Thomas replied. "That's in hand, but it requires some radical thinking by certain Government ministers and they're not known for wanting to upset the status quo?"

"You didn't mention the Police, Sir Thomas?"

"Right now, the only way you can become a senior Police Officer is to have started at the bottom and worked your way up. There's very little chance of being parachuted into a senior position but changes are being proposed that would allow exactly that to happen."

Sophie nodded as Tammy replied.

"Damn, they would have the ability to propose new laws and implement them, subjugating the population one small step at a time under the banner of protecting society: their version of society."

"Yes, and it's a real worry."

-o-

By Sunday night key leaders and enablers in True Freedom were being identified. Tammy was sat with Sean, Sir Thomas, Sophie and Kevin who had finally arrived.

"John Smith sends his apologies but he'll join us tomorrow once he's cleared up an issue in Thames House."

Tammy sipped her Wolfburn, amazed that the bottle had lasted this long.

"Thanks, Kevin. How's Emily doing?"

"DI Keane is running an operation back at New Scotland Yard. We'll be in touch with her as needed."

"Okay. Sean, what's the plan?"

"With respect, Tammy, you don't need to know that right now. Please let the various senior officers look after their own areas of concern, we'll need you for any mopping up."

"Understood, but I feel like that last bolt rattling around in a box but no-one knows where to put it?"

"We know where that bolt needs to go but it's currently waiting for other parts of this mechanism to fall into place. Until that's done consider yourself on standby not spare."

"Okay. What about the other three?"

Sir Thomas answered. "They will have tasks when the time comes, even if that's supporting any future operations that you are involved in. Take the time to recharge your batteries."

"I'm concerned, that doesn't help."

"Then have a swim, use the gym, visit the library or go for a walk? Get your stress levels down or else you are a risk."

"Tomorrow."

"Indeed. Let's all get some sleep, tomorrow's going to be a long day."

{Continues}

	Tammy Beginnings follows sixteen year old Tom Smart as he starts his voyage of self discovery. This is an expanded Preludes story, Part 2 soon!
	Larry a bullied sophomore in High School finds two new friends in his Home EC. class. Together the boy and two girls design costumes in anime maid style and provide treats for a booth at the mall. The trio discover a real knack for treat-making and win over not only their school, but also the town in a sweet coming of age story.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 14 Video Nasties Shiraz & Snowfall

 

A new week dawned but several people were missing at breakfast so Tammy had no idea what was happening. By consent all their phones remained off but it was abundantly clear from the previous evening that folk knew she was back in the country although her location remained unknown, for now.

They relocated to Tammy & Maisie's room after breakfast, coffee was delivered a few minutes later then the door was closed. Whilst their quarters in St Anne's Hall were luxurious, and the service was exemplary, it did resemble Hotel California. The final lyric seemed oddly appropriate: You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.

Lizzie brought the subject up but they all felt the same. "Can't I go home, Tammy? I haven't been there for over a month?"

"Not whilst we are at risk. Your address is in your RAF records but don't forget Marcus Wade will have received access to your personnel file when you were allocated to Broadsword." Tammy looked at her sister and Maisie. "Suzie's home and our house are all known, we're no different, Lizzie."

"Oh, so they might arrest me, us?"

"Given the obvious hate, bigotry and transphobia, they might do rather more than arrest you and ignore any protections you think you have!"

"NO!"

"Hey, there's no need to get angry with me, I'm in the same boat."

"But, Tammy, you're complete?"

"With respect, Lizzie, that won't make a whole load of difference to someone who doesn't accept that transgender people should even exist. These idiots are also using religion or fake science to justify their position regardless of the law. You can't easily argue against an ingrained bigoted belief when they won't accept that you're human."

"You mean it's that bad?"

"Yes, Lizzy. I've come across several of them, including Suzie's father unfortunately."

Her step sister hadn't expected that.

"Tammy, drop it please."

"Sure, sorry Suzie."

Lizzie started to ask a question but Tammy decided enough had been said. "Excuse me, I need to wash and make myself presentable for my next interrogation."

Lizzie and Suzie withdrew to their own rooms. Tammy wanted reassurance and only her fiancée was needed.

"Hold me, Maisie."

"Hey, we'll get through this, you always do."

"I'm not so sure, there's too much hate in the world."

"It'll sort itself out."

"I hope so, I'm frightened for our babe ..."

"You do want a child, Tammy, don't you?"

"Absolutely, yes, and I want you as my bride,"

-o-

After lunch Tammy was invited to a room by a uniformed corporal where a monitor was setup, along with a laptop.

"Col MacTaggart asks that you familiarise yourself with these recordings but you don't share the content with anyone."

"Understood, I don't know who you are?"

"Olivia MacTaggart, Captain."

"Are you related to Sean, the Colonel?"

"He's my uncle, Captain, I hope that won't be an issue?"

"Not at all. Carry on."

First up were the conversations between Kyle and the medical staff, dated the same day that Tammy had detained him. Kyle had obviously woken from his enforced slumber.

"Where's that fake girl?"

"I have no idea who or what you mean?"

"Lieutenant Smart is what he calls himself."

"She's Captain Smart now."

"She??? She might have a fanny but it's fake, I tell you, fake! I ruddy shagged a boy pretending to be a bird!"

The doctor was next seen to be accessing a terminal.

"I believe you're delusional? Captain Smart is female, it's recorded in our local copy of the staff records."

"That Colonel fixed her records? I'll get him shot. Who is the senior man here?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Wells."

"That prick Jeremy? Tell him I want to see him."

The video ended but it was clear that former Captain Kyle Fielding was prepared to spew his diatribe to anyone who would listen.

Next up was a recording when a nurse went to check on Kyle. Tammy had met the girl, she was a trainee nurse working as an orderly on this deployment.

Kyle could be seen reading her name tag.
 

"Chelsea, that's a nice name."

"I'm sorry Mr Fielding, I'm not supposed to talk to you."

"Mister? I'm Captain Fielding, but you can call me Kyle. How old are you?"

"Sorry, I have to go."

"You could stay and play?"

She was seen leaving the bay with a look of disgust.

 
Tammy replayed the video, was Kyle a paedo? At seventeen the girl wasn't under-age under UK law, but she looked younger than her true age. Tammy recalled that her eighteenth birthday would have been a few days earlier and she hadn't been able to wish the girl well for the future.

One thing crossed her mind, there had been a suggestion that Kyle had been promiscuous whilst on Great Abaco? Was there any evidence of his liaisons?

With some trepidation she played the next video.
 

"You asked to see me, Fielding?"

"Jeremy, how do you put up with it?"

"With what?"

"That boy who is prancing around in a swimsuit and calls himself Tammy?"

"That's Captain Smart."

"And that lousy Scot is behind it! Do you think he likes boys, effeminate boys?"

"Stop right there, that is dangerous talk."

"Hey, I was kicked out when I tried to show everyone that they've been fooled."

"You were an idiot, you were lucky not to have had an open court martial?"

"I was advised to accept the decision so it was a rubber stamp job. The Kiwi Government rolled over and accepted the result so they killed my commission."

"Look, Kyle, I can't change that decision so why don't you move on with your life?"

"When I've been wronged? Hey, I tried to expose that fraud but everyone seems to be so far up MacTaggart's arse that they can't see the truth!"

"So where's the evidence?"

"Start with school records, HE attended an all boys school in Thurso, his father is chair of governors at the same school."

"Oh."

"Then there's the medical records. Somehow they were switched, a contact told me she hacked the system to make the changes."

"Who?"

"Helen Bell, but she's in Holloway prison right now."

Jeremy laughed. "You've taken the word of a prisoner?"

"She was working for the Security Service when it was done, did you know your fake girl is also a fake officer, he's a plant from bloody MI5?"

"What? A civvie?"

"A civvie with a weapon and a habit of using it."

"Captain Smart has a full NATO pass."

"I know, I was misled as well."

"So you're saying we've all been fooled? Captain Smart isn't a female and isn't an officer. That's serious."

"Indeed, what are you going to do?"

"There may be grounds for arrest, but we are very close to packing up here."

"So do it!"

"Two issues; she is on good terms with His Highness and the Duchess, and really chummy with the folk who own this island. It's important that the Royal Couple leave the island first."

"Oh yes, the Royals."

"So what were you doing over there?"

"I was told Smart would be on that island as part of the security team?"

"So you weren't there to attack the Royals?"

"Hell, no."

 
Tammy paused, this was deadly serious but what could she do? The recordings were from the previous week and everyone concerned from the British contingent was back in the UK. One thing was clear, she wasn't safe when Kyle could warp Wells' mind so effectively.

She watched more videos. Kyle had no reservations; between ranting about Tammy not being female he made blatant advances to every female that entered the room. Major Dearing threatened to send her husband after Kyle when he tried to grope her, despite being in restraints.

A new video began to play and soon had Tammy's blood boiling, Kimberly and Lonestar's daughter, Mindy, had arrived whilst helping one of the pilots. The Nurse ignored Kyle as her attention shifted to the injured guy.
 

"What's happened?" The nurse asked.

The pilot grumbled. "M' leg's on fire!"

"He got stung by a jellyfish. I tried to help but he won't listen." Mindy explained. "Lucky for him, it wasn't a Box or Man o' war. Those can kill you."

The nurse shook her head while looking at the inflamed area. "Still, it does look rather nasty. I may have some antihistamine cream and tablets, but I'm not sure if it would help and if I gave you those, you'll be grounded for a day or so."

"Just pour some ammonia on it, he'll be fine." Mindy said. "It's what we do all the time. Well, Uncle Rodrick and Uncle Carl say you can just pee on it if you can't wait or don't have any ammonia."

"Let's not go that route. I might try the ammonia, but we didn't pack any." The nurse remarked.

Mindy went over and opened the cabinet beneath the sink and help up a bottle. "We keep some in here."

The nurse shrugged. "When in Rome, as they say."

She drizzled the liquid over his lower leg, eliciting a yelp. A minute later she could see the inflammation calming.

"Well now. That does has an effect." The Nurse commented.

The pilot groused, not happy to face the fact the child had been right. "I can't believe I'm saying it, but she was right. It's stopped burning."

"Go outside and just pour some more on it and that's it. He'll be okay in a couple of hours." Mindy instructed.

The two went out.

"Well aren't you cute." Fielding spoke up.

Mindy turned around, a look of anger was evident. "You keep your mouth shut or Daddy and my uncles will come deal with you. Unless my aunt and her dog get to you first. We know what to do with bad guys around here."

Kyle tried to charm her. "We don't have be like that, now do we?"

Mindy slowly approached, then grabbed a metal bedpan and smacked him on the side of the head with a loud clang then swung it down to hit him in the crotch. "That's what you get for messing with little girls!"

 
Tammy wanted to shout out and laugh in approval of the girl as she turned on her toes and turned to go out, tossing the bedpan over her shoulder and hitting him in the head again by luck.
 

The nurse ran in. "What's going on here?"

Mindy looked over at Fielding and shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe he has an issue going potty?"

Fielding groaned and looked dazed. The nurse waved Mindy out then looked at Fielding.

"I have an idea of what might have gone on, perhaps I should apply some utility tape across your mouth?" The nurse threatened.

 
Not even five minutes later the imposing figure of Lonestar walked in.
 

"May I help you Colonel, I mean, Blackstar?" The nurse asked.

"Out. Now." The muffled voice replied.

 
Quickly the nurse ran out of view. Lonestar moved to stand beside Fielding then rammed a punch into his gut and a second to his mouth. He then drew the large pistol on his hip and aimed the muzzle at Kyle's groin. The microphone couldn't pick up what was said by Lonestar but could hear Fielding.
 

"No Sir! No Sir, I wasn't trying anything with your daughter!" Kyle shook his head in fear. "Please don't! I won't speak to her again! I won't even look at her, Sir!"

 
Traeger walked in and cleared his throat.
 

"What?" Lonestar asked.

Traeger stood casually. "Sir, the patrol craft crew are looking to file their flightplan. I believe their commander is waiting in the tower."

 
Lonestar holstered the pistol and walked out. Kyle let out the breath he had been holding.
 

"I advise you to speak only when spoken to and not to any females other than to request the doctor, Mister Fielding." The S.B.S. Commander stated.

Kyle glared. "Captain Fielding, to you! How can you stand to be around that freak?"

"Firstly; it's COMMANDER, to you. Secondly; you are not an officer in any military. And thirdly; this is the Bermuda Triangle. Just because you arrived, doesn't mean you leave. This place has a history of mysterious disappearances. You just might be next." Treager warned then went out.

 
The rest of the videos were of Kyle continuing to be disgruntled, but cut out his attempts to seduce female members.

Tammy needed some information. It was two in the afternoon in London and some time mid to late morning on Ram's Rock. There was a phone on the desk and she hoped no-one would query the international call.

"RamAir. You call, we haul." Pete answered.

Tammy laughed. "Hi Pete, nice business greeting. It's Tammy."

"Hey, what's up Tammy? We're female-free right now. Everybody HAD to go shopping, or so they said. Heard some shit is going down with your bunch."

"You could say that, can you get a message to Kim or Krystie for me?"

"Sure."

"I need to know if there are any reports from the authorities or media on Great Abaco about Fielding's stay over there; in particular any concerning females. Specifically; young females." Tammy stressed the word 'young'.

"Right. Yeah, I don't know if I should mention this, but."

Tammy interrupted. "Oh, I'm guessing that you are going to mention that the piece of shit was clearly behaving inappropriately with Mindy. Please give her a hug for me and tell her I said she's absolutely splendid!"

"Yep. I can do that. She's getting special treatment today, probably being treated at the spa." Pete said then added. "So you want full checks to see if the fuck-up tried making moves on any jail-bait in the area? Yeah, we can search and report that."

"I could be wrong about him but I don't think so. Regardless, I need evidence either way, you got that Pete?"

"Sure, we got it, Tammy. As soon as they girls back I'll tell them. By the way, I've been reminded that you can get a small care package if you have a problem and need to be assertive. I'm guessing you're in London and not home, right?"

"Yes. Thanks, I'll let you know, but I doubt I can get anything very helpful in here. I do have my make-up and accessories kit though."

He laughed. "Are you planning to incapacitate someone with lip gloss? Hell, you'd be surprised what can be delivered but you need to watch your ass there, Tammy."

Tammy sighed. "I'm doing what I can."

"Oh, wait. I just remembered." Pete interrupted. "There's some instructions here for you,"

"Instructions?" Tammy asked.

Pete affirmed. "Yep. You got your phone with you, right?"

"Yes, but I have it off so I can't be tracked." Tammy replied.

Pete chuckled. "Nice idea but you have a way around that. If you have it in airplane mode you can turn it on in a sec safely."

Tammy retrieved her phone and powered it up. "It is in air-mode. Now what?"

"Go to the secure section and switch to satellite."

Tammy did so. "Right, done."

"Air mode should have gone off? We updated your phone when you were here. Now, go into the uplink settings. You're going to see a long menu list, select Europe then Select NSA."

"NSA. Done." Tammy said.

"Now Connect."

Tammy pushed the Connect button and watched. It took ninety seconds and the phone chimed with connection. Notifications flooded in.

"Oh dear, I have a lot of messages stacked up." Tammy commented.

Pete laughed. "I bet there's a bunch of 'where the hell are you' and 'turn yourself in' in there."

"I imagine there are." Tammy grumbled as she scanned the scrolling screen.

"Let me know if there's one saying they're going to barbecue your ass in molasses." Pete joked.

Tammy sighed. "I have no idea what that would be about and not sure I want to."

"Anyway, nobody can track you but us, not even the Feds. We'll be in touch later. I'm out." Pete disconnected.

Tammy needed to chill after that adrenalin rush so went for a swim in the sub-basement pool, reckoning that if anyone wanted her they could wait whilst she switched off temporarily. Maisie joined her after a few minutes.

“I hope there’s no CCTV down here?”

“Hey, does it matter?”

“Maybe not.”

An hour or so later she had relaxed after her second high, finding Sean on the veranda. She joined him for a coffee, her new confidence was obvious.

"I've asked my friends to check what Kyle was doing before he took the sub ride."

"Is it relevant?"

"It might be, have you watched the videos?"

"Yes. Understood, but don't let this get personal?"

"Hey, that's what he's doing to me and with a terrorist group behind him!"

"Just remember, we're going through the appropriate channels here so don't do anything that will upset our work or bring criticism to yourself or anyone else? Also remember that anything from your friends is unlikely to be admissible in court."

"Understood, but I don't even know what's happening on the other side of these walls."

"What we're doing is marshalling teams we can trust so they can strike all at the same time."

"When?"

"No, Tammy, that's being kept to a very small group of people."

"Today, tomorrow, this week?"

"This week, assuming we have the green light."

"Who signs this off?"

"The Intelligence Oversight Committee."

"Ah, Sir Thomas' lot."

"Indeed, so don't ask him anything; he may well inform you personally when the time is appropriate."

Tammy went back to her room and dug the kit out of her luggage before fixing a barrette into her hair, resolving to keep one on her at all times even in that secure environment.

Then a wild moment of recollection hit. Carefully she dug into the secret compartment of her large case. There at the bottom was the MadDog Operator knife and sheath. Tammy decided she was not to go completely unarmed any longer and fixed it to her leg.

She dressed for dinner, choosing one of the knee length summer dresses that had gone to Rams Rock with her. Of the girls, Lizzie had the most frocks but was annoyingly a dress size smaller than Tammy and the others. In an ideal world Tammy would have had clothes sent from home or would have ordered overnight delivery from known suppliers but that wasn't necessarily a good idea, despite the excellent address.

Sean was heading for the door when Tammy came down the stairs.

"Going somewhere, Colonel?"

"Unfortunately, something has come up. I'll see you tomorrow, if I can."

Sean left the building, but there was a surprise when John Smith from the Security Service joined them at the table. Suzie and Tammy both wanted to ask questions but were subtly signalled to wait. Maisie had encountered John Smith during her induction at AA House, but Lizzie had no idea who he was.

"Well, Tammy?"

"No, Lizzie, just no. You'll be told if you need to know."

Tammy, Suzie and John relocated to a small meeting room once dinner was concluded.

"Okay, ladies, I guess you want to know what's going on?"

"Yes." They answered in chorus, but Tammy added. "Please?"

"Thank you for that. Okay, Suzie, I take it that you want to know whether you still have a job?"

She nodded.

"In short; yes, but it may be better for you to stay on suspension for the next few days. Don't take this the wrong way, but that's your best position right now."

"Yes, but how long and am I being paid?"

"I hope you can be back with us next Monday and you are being paid as normal."

"Okay, thanks, but what happened?"

"There's been a rolling programme of section heads swapping roles with another section for a week in order to get an idea for their work. That's been a part of our staff development for the past year but it's the first time that the European desk has been in the programme since you've been back with us."

"Oh, I'd heard about it but there was no warning?"

"Staff are meant to continue their work regardless. Unfortunately, this meant that someone was put in charge of that unit who wanted you, in particular, out of the way."

"Because of Tammy?"

"Yes, unfortunately."

"I hadn't spoken to Tammy since I drove her to Heathrow a few weeks ago, it was a surprise when she arrived back on Saturday."

"Indeed, but on this occasion you can be applauded for not following the standing instruction."

Suzie nodded but Tammy now spoke up.

"Standing instruction, John? Are my movements being logged regularly?"

"Yes, but this is a precaution as you are technically one of my staff but you play with the military and foreign nationals on a regular basis. We need to be certain that you aren't a security risk so we do a monthly assessment of your movements and activities. That way we can keep your clearance valid, in case anyone challenges it."

Tammy almost bit her tongue to keep from correcting him and instead asked. "Should I be thanking you for keeping tabs on me?"

"We are covering your back from those in the civilian administration who question your loyalties. You are not the only person who we keep tabs on but the issue here is that Suzie was asked directly if you had been in touch and she correctly queried this as a conflict of interest. That was expected and you, Suzie, were suspended for refusal to answer."

"I understand."

Whilst Suzie was satisfied Tammy wasn't, even if it sounded like John was on her side.

"So, John, has this person been removed from the European desk yet?"

"No, Tammy. We're monitoring the situation and this lets us build a case. If they think they haven't been detected then they'll finish their week on Thursday and return to their normal unit. Remember; Suzie and all her colleagues are analysts, not operatives. All they can do is receive and interpret incoming intelligence and package it for dissemination to a range of audiences. That, in Suzie's case, allows the Head of unit to prioritise certain intel sources and to downgrade others."

"How are you dealing with that?"

"Dave Brown was brought in yesterday to set up a small team to re-assess all of the European desk input and to compare it to the team's current output using the same criteria. We've brought back a selection of recently retired analysts to work with him, people who are beyond question."

"Ah, okay."

"Clearly you are not to inform anyone else. Maisie does not need to know the reason for this meeting beyond it being over a staffing matter. Miss Harrison is considered a risk and should not be allowed access to any intelligence until a full assessment can be carried out."

"I may be asked to take her back with me, to Thurso."

"Which would therefore give us a problem. We didn't know about her staying with you until you flew down to overnight at Abigail Adams House."

"Blame the military for that, I had very little notice."

"Believe me, we will be in contact with the military, but who does she, he, work for?"

"She's RAF but on detachment to my unit, Task Force Claymore, under Broadsword of the Army. Her long term designation has not yet been decided."

"Who will decide?"

"Colonel Sean MacTaggart."

"Who was here just before dinner?"

"Correct. There's one thing, John, that I hope you can help me with?"

"And what would that be?"

"Maisie and I deposited some equipment with the armourer at AA House before we flew out. I'd appreciate if it was returned to me. Right now it's not possible for me to collect it personally."

"Understood, I will make some enquiries."

"Thank you."

-o-

Tammy was at least able to keep up to date with the world news by listening to the BBC in the morning before breakfast. One item was prominent on Tuesday’s Today programme.

"News is just emerging of an attempt to release a prisoner from a London prison late yesterday afternoon. The attempt was thwarted and a person has been arrested but no other details have been released. Meanwhile, in the Middle East, ..…"

“Tammy, who could that have been?”

“Well, Sean did go out suddenly.”

The extension in their room rang, Tammy answered.

“Hello?”

“It’s Sean, I’m on an insecure line.”

“Understood, I just heard some news that might affect us.”

“That’s why I’m calling. A serving army officer arrived at Belmarsh Prison at four yesterday with forged orders to release Kyle to military custody.”

“Oh, damn. Someone we know?”

“Someone you've met, I’ll be in touch.”

Tammy repeated to Maisie what had been said.

“Marcus Wade?”

“I don’t know, it could be Wells. Regardless of whom, it could mean the end of his, or her, career.“

“So it wasn’t Marcus?”

“I don’t know, Maisie, and it’s no good speculating.”

“So what’s going to happen today? There’s nothing on the news about a possible insurrection by stealth or any indication when we can return to our normal lives.”

“Normal?”

“Well, that would be great but I don’t suppose everyone gets to stay in Royal quarters, or have a barbecue with a prince or spend two weeks in the Caribbean at someone else’s expense?”

“When you put it that way.”

“What’s normal for us isn’t normal for everyone else, I suppose. One question though, what do we do if Sean wants Lizzie to stay with us?”

“She’s a liability.”

“True, but if it’s an order then we need to accept it and have a plan in place?”

“Okay, but she doesn’t stay at our place. I have a spare apartment, but she’ll have to pay rent, like anyone else.”

“But what would she do? I doubt she would be any use in your office and I don’t want her for my work.”

“Okay, if needs be we’ll take that to Sean. How about a shower?”

“Sure.”

-o-

Tammy and Maisie found Suzie just before lunch.

“I spoke to mum.”

Tammy stared at Suzie. “You did what?”

“I called mum. She was worried as we always talk on a Sunday.”

“There’s every chance the phone back home has been bugged or intercepted. Well done, sis.”

“I didn’t say where we were.”

“You don't have to Suzie. Regardless; I know she would have asked if you'd heard from me, so what did you say?”

“That we were being treated like VIPs and that you and Maisie were here.”

“Great, that’s a breach.”

“What?”

“A security breach, Suzie. You've likely blown our Operational Security. I need to let Sean, John Smith and a few others know. Let’s see if that Corporal is around.”

“Not John?”

“Yes, and right now you should be wondering whether you’ve just lost your job for the second time? Krystel was right, you have zero survival skills.”

Suzie started to cry, Tammy made no move towards her but shook her head and walked out, heading for the manager’s office. She found Corporal MacTaggart and a suited gent who was clearly armed.

“Ah, Captain Smart, how can I help you?”

“My sister has committed a security breach.”

“I see, she needs to do a breach report. Were you involved?”

“No, but she mentioned my name and that of Sergeant Staines during a phone call to her mother.”

“Your mother?”

“My step-mother, Suzie is my step-sister.”

“Did she give this exact location?”

“I don’t believe so, but that’s based purely on what she’s told me so far.”

“Thank you, Ma'am. We’ll take it from here.”

“Our managers will need to be informed.”

“That will be handled, Ma'am, thank you.”

Tammy turned and walked out, hearing the door close behind her. This was a very unwelcome development and she was currently powerless.

-o-

Suzie was absent at lunchtime but thankfully Lizzie didn’t question this. A fresh arrival after lunch answered a few questions but prompted many more.

“And how is my favourite Scottish girl?”

“Feeling special, Dave, as special as I can under the circumstances. I'm so popular now.”

“Unfortunately I need to speak to your sister but first I have something for you.”

“Oh, I suggest we go up to my suite?”

Tammy had located a safe in the room and now was the time to make use of it.

“Firstly let me return your two Glocks, a hundred rounds and both holsters.”

She checked them and then locked the weapons away. The ammunition went into her case. Next was Maisie's Glock, which was locked away as well.

“Thank you, I hope you didn’t have any trouble getting them?”

“None at all, it seems no-one other than the armourer and yourself knew they were at the house.”

“I let Kevin Edmunds know but none of the British military knew I had lodged the guns there.”

“So there are conflicting opinions as to whether you are or are not armed?”

“Correct, Dave, and probably best to leave it that way.”

“Indeed. Anyway, I need to have that conversation with your sister.”

“How bad is it?”

“Luckily there are no intercepts running on your parents’ phones or at the school, but there are on your office and the published home lines.”

That implied that her internet, virtual, line was untouched. “Okay, so no harm done this time.”

“Even so, you have to hope that your parents don’t call your office.”

“Joey is expecting me tomorrow but won’t be able to reach me. She needs to get away, I promised her some time off.”

“I doubt if you will be going anywhere much before the end of the week, young lady.”

“That’s the feeling I’m getting. What happened with Kyle yesterday?”

“Sorry Tammy, I’m not cleared for that. I best go downstairs and get this over and done with.”

As Dave left, Maisie came in. Both decided to change for dinner. Tammy opted for an aqua dress, while Maisie choose blue. Tammy strapped the Knife to the back of her left thigh and the small Glock to her right. For the first time since returning, she felt safer. After dinner Tammy stood outside looking at the palace lights when her phone chimed with a secure call.

Tammy smiled as she answered. "Hello, cousin."

"Hanging out with the Queen now?" Krystel asked.

Tammy laughed. "No, but I did see her with the dogs once."

"I have stuff to tell you so get ready."

"Please be good news." Tammy said more to herself than Krystel.

Krystel retorted. "Define: good. We asked around and got some written complaint filings about Fielding. Those have been sent to MacTaggart, along with a couple of video interviews by a Magistrate. Before you even ask, yeah, a couple were definitely under age."

"Ruddy bastard." Tammy snarled.

Krystel remarked. "No lie, girl, your boy is a creep and a half. Should've waxed him when you had the chance."

"Perhaps. Dead baddies can't talk though." Tammy said then amended. "Granted, the talking he is doing doesn't help at all."

"You got that right. Moving on, we went through all of Lucinda's gear, copied what we wanted and sent the rest to MacTaggart. She's a real piece of work. You'll get the lowdown on her later through your people. I will say this, you were just a pay day to her. It wasn't personal then, but that's changed now. You and your girls have definitely made her personal shit-list. Better hope she never gets loose." Krystel warned.

"Just what I needed; more attention." Tammy groaned.

Krystel laughed. "It's tough being so popular. You just thought it'd be cool to be with the in-crowd!"

"Not what I had in mind!" Tammy retorted.

"Alright, alright. Calm down. I got my giggle off you. Just chill for now and let people do their thing. Yes, we are watching. If shit goes south, we're ready." Krystel soothed.

Tammy sighed. "Lizzie has already asked about going back to the island. I told her no, that job is done."

"Good thing you said that. From her screenings, she wouldn't fit in mentally and emotionally. How to put it; it's like she is going through puberty again, but doesn't have any concept of filtering. She wants to get into everything. Mindy caught her scoping Tiffany's place and sent her off with a warning. She didn't cause a problem for Lyssa, probably because Warlock stayed close to the house with all of you around." Krystel explained.

Tammy said. "I might get assigned her after this is over. But she will not be staying at my house, I'll set her up in an apartment across town."

"That might be the best for a bad situation. I have to ask; are you armed?" Krystel asked.

"Actually yes, I was able to get them back today." Tammy answered.

"Good. Saves us from having to send you a package."

Tammy looked around to see if she was still alone. "I'm curious as to how you were going to do that."

Krystel laughed. "Can't tell, only do. We don't have to now, but please ensure you protect yourself. Well that's all I have for you. I'm out."

"Thank you." Tammy said then disconnected.

-o-

On Wednesday Tammy had opted for her Captain dress uniform, wearing the skirt option and now opened the room safe to extract her Glock 19. She strapped this to her thigh as Maisie looked on.

“Is that necessary?”

“Precautionary. If the various identified groups are being hit then what about the unidentified ones? There is every chance they already know we’re here but we’ve been mostly inaccessible so they have been unable to interfere up to now.”

“So you’re half expecting an attempt here?”

“Yes.”

That morning saw another round of interviews, with the emphasis on verifying what the girls had said and done. Tammy didn't recognise her female interrogator, but Lizzie's description was unusually accurate.

"I'm told you asked Lizzie about the actions I took, even when she wasn't present?"

"Yes, Miss Smart, to back up what you had already told us."

"Perhaps that was to catch me out? What is the agenda here?"

"I'm not aware of an agenda. I was brought in to go through your existing interviews and to identify areas that needed expanding or where there were inconsistencies."

"Inconsistencies?"

"No-one has perfect recollection."

"Especially someone who wasn't there!"

"As we're currently unable to speak to the Special Forces personnel who were present, we're speaking to those who worked with the Special Forces."

"So that's hearsay evidence, not factual."

"Indeed, but it can point to missing testimony. Please understand, Miss Smart, that we want a complete account of this deployment in order to generate a full report on the actions that you and your colleagues took."

"Well, I can see that you have already made a repeated mistake. That calls into question whether any of your so-called investigation can be relied upon."

"That's a very serious mistake to make Miss Smart but as much has come from your own testimony then are you telling me that you have deliberately misled every interviewer?"

Tammy smiled then shook her head.

"Every interviewer before you has correctly called me Captain Smart, yet you have so far avoided my rank three times despite this uniform. Would you care to explain yourself?"

"I meant no offence but questions have arisen whether you are allowed that rank and whether it was properly awarded to you. For that reason I have not used it."

"Oh really? There's only one source of that frivolous allegation and that was True Freedom. This interview is over and you can expect a transfer to military custody as a suspected terrorist."

Tammy opened the door and called for Corporal MacTaggart, she wasn't far away.

"Yes, Captain, Ma'am?"

"This person is to be taken into ....."

The interviewer charged at Tammy who sidestepped and withdrew her weapon.

"STOP or I will fire."

She didn't stop, Tammy fired at her thigh. Tammy hit her mark and dropped the interrogator.

"She is not to be given an opportunity to disclose what she's learned here, Corporal."

"Understood, Ma'am."

The security officer approached. "I have summoned the palace Duty doctor and nurse, they will be a few minutes. Corporal, can you get the first aid and we'll stem the bleeding, I believe that was a through and through?"

The female had passed out, but was secured before any attention was given. The security officer returned to Tammy, who had secured her weapon.

"You didn't arrive with a weapon, Ma'am?"

"I didn't, and it has taken a few days for me to get my Glock back."

"I am not comfortable with that."

"I'm sorry, but I have been a target many times, far too many times, even in secure environments. This incident confirms that, clearly True Freedom now know we are here and they also believed I was unarmed. That means we have a leak. I need Colonel MacTaggart and, no, I will not be surrendering my weapon."

Sean didn't arrive as requested but Commander Geoff Traeger joined them for lunch.

"Good afternoon ladies."

The military personnel duly acknowledged "Commander" whilst Suzie remained silent. Tammy continued, "I had wondered if you would turn up here?"

"Officially; I'm not here, Captain."

"So what is your designation?"

"I'm liaison to DCI Edmunds in the Counter Terrorism Unit."

"We know Kevin, I'm guessing that Wells wanted to know what their investigation was doing?"

"Correct, and to help build a defence for Kyle Fielding."

"Well, welcome, Commander. We had a small issue earlier."

"So I heard. Also that your marksmanship hasn't diminished since our return. Well done."

"What's your role here?"

"I'm due to be interviewed, unfortunately my evidence could lead to a court martial for some officers."

"In the first instance, Commander, we need to protect the Crown, democracy and the safety of the public. Everything is at risk."

"I'm aware."

"Excellent."

Sophie was waiting for them after lunch and took Traeger off for his debriefing. Tammy decided against showing any familiarity and managed to keep the other girls from saying anything in front of the Commander.

They all reconvened for dinner and it was clear that Traeger was staying but Sophie had already left. By consent they all took an early night.

It was approaching midnight when Tammy heard shouting outside, that was followed by intense security lights and the deep barks of a large dog. Maisie had also stirred and they took a look out of the bay windows.

The dog, an Alsatian, had downed a man dressed in black but local security guards had just caught up with the dog and his prisoner. Tammy could hear some obscene shouting being exchanged as the patrol dog was pulled off the intruder but they were slow applying restraints.

Suddenly the man jumped up grabbed something from the ground and began hopping away strangely. The security team stood still for a moment then released the Alsatian. The dog pelted after the intruder and brought him down a second time. He was cuffed and roughly taken away. Tammy briefly saw his face but didn't recognize him. The man continued to shout the whole way from the Palace lawns as the security lighting was extinguished.

The girls returned to bed, confused but glad the intruder had been dealt with.

-o-

Tammy had the Radio 4 Today radio programme on as she was getting herself dressed on Thursday morning.

“Our scheduled interview with a Government Minister has been postponed as we have some breaking news. Major raids are taking place across London and the South East. Police are giving very few details but the Counter Terrorism Unit has issued a press release stating that multiple agencies are involved and that they are co-ordinating the inquiries. We hope to speak to DCI Edmunds from the Metropolitan Police a little later.”

“So it’s happening?”

“Yes, Maisie, but anything could happen now.”

At breakfast Tammy was asked to see the Security Officer.

"Firstly, there is a message from Colonel MacTaggart; he requests you avoid injuring anyone else."

"I'll try, but I take self defence very seriously."

"That's my department, Captain Smart."

"With respect, who let her into the building yesterday?"

"She had clearance."

"That is irrelevant, she shouldn't have been admitted. I took the action required to detain her."

"And you now have to file a report, Captain Smart. Today."

"Fine, I'll deal with that once I have reached a suitable caffeine level. I'm guessing there's a second reason you wanted to see me?"

"We detained an intruder last night."

"I saw, not that I knew who he was?"

"He had scaled the wall as his broom somehow wasn't flying."

"Oh. Wait. Did you say 'his broom wasn't flying'? Tell me that's no what you said." Tammy asked in confusion.

The Security man nodded. "Yes. His broom wasn't flying. He came here straight away from the Ministry of Magic to take up his post as Auror for Her Majesty. He tried to use a silencing charm to get past the patrol, but believes one of them jinxed him instead. He tried to escape on his broom but again, 'it wasn't flying'. His broom and wand were both confiscated."

"Oh dear God, you have to be joking." Tammy shook her head.

"He isn't the first. We get them from time to time over the past few years. He's actually number seventeen if the count is up to date. The patrol handed him over to the police and taken to the London Psychiatric Clinic. He was not believed to be a threat to you or anyone else here."

"I see. Thank you." Tammy said, not envying the Palace guards.

Nothing was happening so Tammy took a book from the library and went back up to her room so she could listen to the radio news. She could also switch her phone on and check for messages without having to explain why she was allowed a phone.

Kevin did do a radio interview just before lunch.

"We have been coordinating a major counter terrorist investigation and whilst I'm unable to give details, some fifty individuals have so far been taken into custody. We are executing warrants to locate a further number and hope to have the vast majority in custody by this evening."

That told Tammy very little but her message feed was more enlightening.

"Burgess went to see Helen Bell this morning at Holloway Prison and was detained at the House of Lords by the Master at Arms. He has gone to Westminster police station."

"Wells was detained at Belmarsh this morning when he went to see Kyle Fielding. He has gone to Paddington Green and will be interviewed by SO15."

Sean returned just before dinner.

"We're nearly done, Tammy."

"Has all of True Freedom been removed?"

"No, and we can't say that we have everyone, but we may have done enough to remove it as a threat. Once the Police have looked at the intel from phones and home addresses then we may identify further operatives. We can never claim to have neutered it. Ultimately the remainder may reform into a new threat."

"What about the Special Forces personnel who were fed those lies about me, us?"

"They will be ordered to disregard it, but I would avoid any dealings with them for a while."

"Fine, I'm going to be busy anyway. Have you decided what to do with Lizzie?"

"Not exactly, but it's clear she has limited use as an operative or intelligence agent."

"Agreed."

"What if she became the logistics arm of Broadsword, helping support deployments and training?"

"She doesn't have a PPL, just a military license."

"Well, what if Broadsword paid for her to have civilian upgrades?"

"That might work."

"Good, take her back with you tomorrow and sort out some courses. I approve."

Tammy sighed."Bloody Hell. Stitched up, again."

"I'll need regular reports, you're her immediate superior."

"I don't do staff reporting."

"You do now, Captain Smart."

{Continues}

	Tammy Beginnings follows sixteen year old Tom Smart as he starts his voyage of self discovery. This is an expanded Preludes story. Part 2 soon.
	Powered armor with a crew of two works best when the man and woman inside are romantically linked. But Dylan’s last love left him without hope and Alison’s experience with abuse has made her afraid of being touched. Contains strong language and adult situations. Can the Self-contained Powered Armor they wear bring them together, or is even trying going to be a disaster? Love is a combination the two can only dream of in this science fiction romance!.

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 15 Loose Ends Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

“I’m sorry Joey, we’re stuck here for a few more days and then it’s a long train ride home.”

“You promised me some time off, Tammy!”

“I know, I know, but I couldn’t have known that a terrorist group would target us?”

“Really? It does seem to happen quite often.”

“I’ve been accused of being a catalyst.”

“More like an uncaring boss! I needed you yesterday afternoon, but your phone was off again.”

“I had an appointment, an important one.”

“Oh, come on, next you’ll be telling me you had tea with the Queen!”

“As it happens, I did. Yesterday afternoon to be exact.”

The line went dead so Tammy put her phone down.

“That didn’t go so well?”

“No Suzie, it didn’t.”

“And where was my ruddy invite?”

“You weren’t involved in the deployment.”

“I was caught up in your proxy war.”

“That isn't the same thing. Look, there will be another chance.”

“Yeah, as if that will happen.”

Tammy shrugged, it was pointless trying to argue with her step-sister. The invite had come on Thursday when they were given the choice of remaining at the Royal Guest Quarters or heading home. Suzie had wanted to go home, but was due to be interviewed by John Smith again so the four girls remained. That night had been a gala affair with many of the key security personnel being present for dinner. One highlight, albeit very embarrassing moment, came when a video presentation was played. The Duke and Duchess gave their thanks to all involved in their security on Kestrel and Ram's Rock. Tammy was singled out, with Maisie and Lizzie also receiving mentions.

When Tammy and Maisie returned to their room for the night they found the gold edged envelope and the invite: “Her Majesty commands that you attend for tea tomorrow at three.”

“Does that include me?”

“I reckon so, Maisie.”

“What’s the dress code?”

“Our uniforms, I guess. Perhaps we should have them laundered?”

“Is there time?”

“Yes, if we have them collected.”

That necessitated a call to Housekeeping and a chambermaid arrived a few minutes later.

“We have an appointment with the Queen tomorrow afternoon, so need them back by midday.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Suzie had left on Friday lunchtime after her interview but Tammy and Maisie made an excuse and stayed. Lizzie had also received an invitation but didn’t have a uniform with her, so had opted for a frock.

The three girls had stayed Friday night, returning to Epping on Saturday morning by special taxi. They’d managed to keep news of the tea away from Suzie but Joey’s call, on speaker, had let the cat out of the bag.

“Well, how long are you staying?”

“Are you back to work on Monday?”

“Yes, but under supervision.”

“At least you weren’t sacked.”

“I hadn’t been told I couldn’t speak to mum, only that my mobile had to be off. She worries, you know.”

“Jeez, Suzie, you don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“Operational security. It’s about being aware of what you’re doing, what’s going on around you and how you can help protect yourself and others. Like that time a few weeks ago when you were spooked on the street and wet yourself. You do remember that, don't you?”

“How the hell do you know about that?” Suzie demanded angrily.

Tammy sipped her coffee. "I saw you."

"How?"

Tammy shook her head. “Sorry; need to know. It was clear then that you didn’t have full awareness around yourself. Quote; you have zero survival skills, End Quote.”

“And who said that?”

“It’s best you don’t know.”

“Tell me!”

“No, it's above your pay-grade. Getting mum to put pressure on me won't do any good either, so don't bother.”

“I’ll speak to dad.”

“And would you tell him that you wet your knickers? Somehow I don’t think so. Drop it, but please improve yourself. Think about your security and mitigate any threats.”

“That’s what John Smith said.”

“It’s common sense, Suzie, just common sense.”

“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say! When are you leaving?”

“We’ll get the sleeper tomorrow night so we’re back home on Monday morning.”

“Why don’t you fly?”

“The Epic is busy on paid jobs.”

“I mean fly commercial?”

“We’re armed and supposed to be low profile, that rules out flying commercial.”

“Do you have to?”

“I’ve been attacked, it’s an essential part of my security, plus I keep my senses working overtime.”

“Well, sis, I’m not happy and mum agrees.”

“I hate to remind you but I own a third of this house and it’s available to all the family even if you’re the only one who’s here all the time.”

“Just one more night?”

“Yes, unless plans change.”

Lizzie and Maisie chose that moment to return from a shopping expedition so Suzie made herself scarce after uttering that she wondered how the girls could afford to shop like that.

Maisie only had one small bag, probably containing a few t-shirts, whilst Lizzie had a couple of large carrier bags.

What Suzie hadn’t known was that a bonus had arrived in each of their accounts overnight. Tammy had moved her bonus to a savings pot whilst Maisie was thinking about maternity expenses and Lizzie wanted to blow it on clothes. Tammy also received her other pay as well, diverted through KT Flight. She wondered how exactly that trick was pulled off.

Whilst Suzie was in the kitchen preparing lunch Tammy started to book her and Maisie’s train tickets for the ride home. Maisie reminded Tammy of an appointment.

“Glasgow, on Monday morning?”

“Yes, it’s been booked for weeks.”

“Damn, we need a hotel for the night. What about Lizzie?”

“Send her to Thurso, but tell her to book a room and wait for us?”

“No Maisie, too risky. In an ideal world I would put her in AA House for a week or two to learn operational security, but I doubt John Smith would agree.”

“How come I was able?”

“Because it was seen that the Security Service would have a role for you from time to time, like they do with myself. Miss Harrison is quite different.”

“Yeah, when you put it that way.”

“Okay, Maisie, what time do we need to be in Glasgow?”

“Before dinner time tomorrow.”

“Okay, let’s find a suitable train and book some rooms.”

Tammy decided that the best approach was for her to book the expenses and get Lizzie to reimburse.

“Okay, I’ve got us onto a lunchtime train to Scotland tomorrow.”

“I wanted to go back to my house and collect a few things?”

“You went there before we flew out to the island?”

“Yeah, but I left a few things behind.”

“No, you’ll have to make other arrangements.”

“No-one has said what I’m doing?”

“I’m guessing you’ll receive orders from the Colonel, but I have a verbal instruction to take you back to Scotland. That does not mean I am responsible for your fare, though. I’ll let you know how much you owe, but it’ll be over a hundred and fifty.”

“That will leave me short until pay day.”

“How much did you spend in the stores today, Lizzie?”

“Two hundred and fifty, maybe more?”

“So how are you going to live?”

“I thought I’d be in your guest room?”

“No Lizzie, that won’t work.”

“Well, what then?”

“You need to buy or rent.”

“I can’t afford a deposit now, there’s another two weeks until I get my wages.”

“Have you always lived from pay day to pay day?”

“No, not always Tammy, I used to save for rainy days.”

“I suggest this is one of them, Lizzie.”

“I wouldn’t know where to look.”

“I run a property company.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot that.”

“Look, it’s not really my place to tell you what to do, but I suggest you sell your property in Aldershot and put that money aside. When you get your permanent posting then you can buy off-base.”

“And where will that be?”

“I have no idea. Maisie and I both have civilian jobs based in the Highlands, so we stay there, but travel when and where needed. I have no idea where you’ll end up just as I couldn’t be certain until a day or so ago that you would be travelling back with us.”

“Oh.”

“So take this one step at a time and follow orders, Lizzie, that way we can all sleep safely. If you screw up; start talking to strangers about anything that we do then you are going to end up annoying some very senior people. If you drop me into the excrement then you will annoy some very nasty people who would feed you to the sharks.”

“Now you’re frightening me, Tammy.”

“Good. Remember that.”

-o-

“Tell me again, why are we in Glasgow?”

“Maisie has an appointment. Wait here, we’ll be an hour or so.”

They left Lizzie in the coffee shop at the Royal Infirmary before heading around to the Fertility Clinic. They were met by Doctor Angela Hyde.

“Good morning ladies. If you have any questions; then I’d like those out of the way now, please.”

Neither spoke up or indicated they had a question.

Doctor Hyde nodded. “Good. Now, Maisie, how long ago was your last period?”

“Just under three weeks.”

“Okay, we have some paperwork to sign then I’ll explain the procedure. Tell me, have you just had a holiday?”

“We had a few weeks near Bermuda, on business, so it wasn’t a holiday as such.”

“Business?”

Maisie replied. “I’m a fitness trainer and assessor. My clients wanted privacy so they flew us out there. I didn't lay on a beach all day!”

"I guess it would be better to call it a working holiday?" Tammy offered.

Doctor Hyde smiled. "I wouldn't mind one of those. Maisie, let's fill out these forms."

-o-

Lizzie’s luggage had been a problem that morning when they left their bags in the hotel’s baggage room. It became a bigger issue when their cab arrived to take them to Glasgow Airport.

“Och, too much!”

A second cab was ordered, which Lizzie had to take. Naturally she ended up at the wrong terminal.

“Where are you?” Tammy asked over the phone.

“By security, I can’t see any flights to Wick, or Thurso?”

“Get a cab to the Business Aviation Centre. Do it NOW!” Tammy ordered then disconnected.

Petra had flown the Epic in and looked over. “Is she for real?”

“Yes, Petra, unfortunately.” Tammy sighed then added. "I'm partially at fault though. I told Lizzie but I forgot to also tell the driver where to take her."

“You were lucky, I’m between jobs with the Epic. Jim says you only called yesterday.” Petra said.

“We honestly didn’t know what we were doing. That’s even more true for Lizzie.”

Petra gave her a look of pity. "I don't envy you that. Jim wants to see you. Something about getting more charters because of something called Elegant Executive. A lot of women are using us."

"Elegant Executive is a business women's service. They have a course of betterment seminars, and an app to find amenities globally. I took the seminar last year and that's how KT got listed. You can recognize women that have taken the course by this." Tammy said then tapped her lapel, featuring the stylized double-E brooch.

Petra inspected the ornament. "That's quite nice. Where is this service?"

"The Bahamas." Tammy grinned. "Maisie was able to take an abridged version while I had a few days of meetings."

Petra looked to Maisie, who nodded. "I had a personal seminar with a fitness instructor named Bella Falconi. She was great, but put me through a rough cycle. There was another woman, forgot her name, but she gave me lessons on the business side of personal training. All the women I met were very excited and having a great time on their course."

Petra took note of their tans, with a grin. "I see not all your time was sitting indoors!"

"Well, we can't very well visit the islands and not pick up a bit of colour, now can we?" Tammy laughed.

Maisie took out her phone and showed it to Petra. The pilot burst into laughter.

Tammy looked at her. "Just what did you show her?"

Maisie turned the phone around. "Just this."

The picture of Tammy in the skimpy pink bikini took the whole screen and seeing it made her turn bright red.

"MAISIE!" Tammy yelped in embarrassment.

Petra laughed. "Now THAT'S quite the look! Just what sort of business was that for?"

Maisie wasn't done. "Oh there were stilts to go with! On the sand too!"

"I'll never live this down." Tammy griped, but was glad Maisie hadn't been with her either time meeting the Coast Guard.

Petra giggled. "I had no idea you were that daring, Tammy. I bet Jim and the guys would have quite the day to see that!"

"And my father would have kittens!" Tammy stated.

The humour continued for the fifteen minutes they waited for the Flight Lieutenant to arrive, struggling with her luggage. Quickly they loaded it onto their trolley.

Petra shook her head. “Oh, that’s going to be a squeeze.”

A bored security guard looked like he was going to pounce on Lizzie’s bags for a ‘security check’. Tammy and Maisie intercepted and produced their NATO passes.

“You know what these are?" Tammy asked with authority edging her voice.

The guard nodded quickly. “Aye, I was in the Guards.”

“We’re on business and my RAF colleague,” Tammy pointed, “is having a bad day. I could even find myself putting her on a charge later.”

“But you’re Army?”

“And her immediate superior, it’s complicated.”

“I understand. Carry on, Ma'am.”

Lizzie finally caught on and shuffled her bags forward, although Petra took pity on her in an attempt to speed up departure.

“What did you mean, you being my superior?”

“That’s how the Colonel explained it. Come on, I want to get home.”

An hour or so later they landed at Wick. Maise’s van was parked next to Tammy’s Mini Cooper so all the bags went in the van for the ride back into Thurso.

Finally at 3pm they let themselves into the house, a security panel was flashing with a message.

Briefing 1900. Not Miss Harrison.

They were hungry, but the fridge was empty.

“Maisie, can you load the washing machine? Lizzie, we’re going shopping.”

“What does that message mean?”

“You are not cleared for whatever is being discussed. I think I’ll ask for you to get a residential security course.”

“Is that necessary?”

A voice was heard from the security panel. “Absolutely, fucking, YES.”

Tammy shrugged. “Come on Lizzie, before I change my mind and tell you to get a hotel room, in Aberdeen.”

She called Joey from the car.

“Are you in the office?”

“No, I‘m with mum, she’s house hunting this week.”

Tammy hadn’t wanted to hear that but, given she’d been away for four weeks, Joey did deserve some time off.

“Okay, did you want a week or two off, paid holiday?”

“A week. When are you next away?”

“I’ve lost track of time, what day is it?”

“Monday 16th April.”

“Oh, okay, so we'll be away about four weeks from now, unless something happens.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Don’t know, and probably not in this country.”

“Oh, well.”

“Look, Joey, I know you want to be a bridesmaid so you’ll be there, understood?”

“Sure, got to go.”

They’d arrived at Lidl and stopped in a bay. Lizzie had clearly heard every word of the conversation.

“Where are you going in May?”

“Away, it’s a commercial event and not a military job.”

“So I’m not needed?”

“No and my guess is that you’ll be busy training.”

“Oh.”

“Let’s get this right, Lizzie. I have been asked, rather ordered, to write reports on you whilst you are based up here. At some point you will be posted elsewhere. I already have a partner who assists me professionally and I have an office assistant who usually looks after my estate business. I don’t have a role for you and I’m doing this because I was ordered to, not because I want to or need to.” Tammy explained.

Lizzie frowned. "Oh."

Tammy nodded. "Right, now let's get food and head back. I need to get right with my diet starting tonight."

"They mentioned something at that course." Lizzie remarked as they got out of the car.

Tammy nodded. "They gave you a plan of diet and exercise, didn't they?"

Lizzie fiddled with her handbag, silently.

"You've been ignoring that plan then." Tammy surmised and shook her head. "You'll regret it later. Hormones make you gain weight. How was it put again; you want lips, hips and tits, not guts, ass and udders. Get on your program and stay on it."

"That isn't a nice way to say it." Lizzie waited as Tammy grabbed a trolley and followed as they went around loading it.

Tammy shrugged. "Your plan is different from mine I imagine, so it shouldn't be so difficult to manage."

Lizzie shook her head quickly. "No way am I doing that insane routine you do!"

"You aren't required to do all the things I may be required to either." Tammy said dropping the last item into the basket. "That's all."

The cashier looked at Tammy and looked envious. "That's a lovely tan!"

"Thank you. A bit of beach time never hurts." Tammy smiled back then paid for the shopping.

As they loading the bags into the boot, Lizzie asked. "You didn't tell her we were on a private island?"

"No. Why would I should I? We were in Freeport. I was having business meetings, Maisie and you were in seminars. That is where we were and what we did." Tammy answered then closed the rear hatch. "There is nothing to suggest otherwise. Check your phone, the pictures you have show that."

-o-

Back home the shopping was unloaded and taken inside. Tammy grabbed her diet folder and began preparing dinner before Maisie could jump in and do whatever was convenient for herself. Instead Maisie offered to unpack Tammy's luggage.

Tammy shook her head. "I'll do that myself."

The bell to the front rang so Maisie went to answer and came back with two boxes.

"You sent this? Why not just pack it in our cases?"

"Some of that isn't allowed on commercial flights so it was shipped before we left." Tammy answered then opened the box. "Oh good, nothing wrecked!"

Maisie watched as Tammy set out two make-up cases, perfume bottles and boxed sets of hair care products. She pushed one set toward Maisie.

"Those are yours." Tammy said.

Maisie opened the case and looked in wonder. "How did you get all this?"

"These are gifts through the racing team. Oh, you can have these too." Tammy said then chose two shirts each from the pile and topped it with a cap and sun visor.

Maisie was sniffing the perfume then looked at the bottle. "Vendetta? Valentino? This isn't expensive, is it?"

"I didn't ask. Lyssa wears it though, but that may be in her contract. I like it. It's nice." Tammy said then pulled a white polo shirt with the team logo to set aside. "Lizzie can have this."

Tammy opened the other box and found an engine part and giggled to herself.

"What is it?" Maisie asked then looked in. "What is that?"

"Something for Jim I got. Go ahead and take that up to Lizzie." Tammy replied.

Tammy waited for Maisie to be up the stairs then reached into the aircraft part and pulled a soft pouch that jingled in her hand. She knew immediately what it was when she saw the part. It was a bag of Australian gold coins, just as promised. Tammy rushed downstairs to put the bag in her safe and return as Maisie came back down. Maisie took the other items up to their room and set them down.

"Did you know some of those shirts are men's?" Maisie asked.

Tammy guessed. "I think those are for our Dads. I have enough women's tops for the both of us, one for Lizzie, Joey, Angela and Mum."

Lizzie came down and asked. "What is B-R-I?"

"Butterfly Racing something. It's race team I sponsored. That was the business meetings I was in while you two were in seminars." Tammy explained.

Lizzie looked confused. "I don't remember you taking any meetings with a racing team? The only time you left the island was meeting us and going after those terrorists."

"I was much busier than you were." Tammy grinned. "Some of it was even fun."

Maisie shook her head. "Fun likely meaning insane if that woman leading the exercise was involved. I thought she really wanted me to jump out of a plane!"

"You mean parachuting? Why?" Lizzie asked.

Tammy said nothing but did grin. Maisie shook her head and commented such things were an indication of being mental. Tammy finished their dinner and served it up. After eating it was time for the briefing so Lizzie was designated to wash up the dishes. Tammy closed and locked the top door to the basement then one at the bottom as well. Maisie lowered the screen. A moment later a countdown began then the screen sectioned into two. The image of Kimberly on the right side and Dannigan on the other.

He was shuffling papers and didn't glance up. "Evening ladies. Glad to see you at home."

"Thank you, Sir." Tammy replied then to Kimberly. "Ma'am. ALL items received."

Kimberly nodded. "Good. The credit card has already been sent to MacTaggart. With expected charges on it."

"First class tickets, lunch at a four star restaurant and some over-priced crappy souvenirs?" Dannigan asked.

Kimberly nodded. "And two bottles of Bourbon. The bourbon and souvenirs were shipped to MacTaggart and Addington on the card as well along with a note relaying your regards."

"I hope you included my dictated insults with all the proper four-letter words? Well done Captain." Dannigan said then set his papers aside.

Tammy wanted to fall out of her chair laughing at that statement, Maisie's jaw simply dropped in shock.

"The both of them know I am far from amused about the goings on. Completely unacceptable. Smart, I damn near had you pulled out and Staines with you." Dannigan said hotly.

Tammy smiled. "Thank you, Sir. Things did work out, though I still don't have all the details."

"I'm just worried about the next attempt to get that guy out of prison." Maisie said to nobody in particular.

Dannigan spoke in response. "It won't happen, Staines. If there is another attempt, both will vanish."

Tammy looked impressed. "Rather nasty, Sir."

"Nobody screws with my people. You being under my flag, Smart, makes you one of my people. I'll get as nasty as I see fit." Dannigan growled.

"Thank you, Sir, sincerely." Tammy said honestly.

Dannigan moved on. "There is improvement with your reporting, continue to do so. You took your training and remedial training seriously and the record reflects so. Good. What is left outstanding?"

"An issue of harassment at University, Sir. I was given advice and think I have a workable plan to proceed." Tammy answered.

Dannigan looked intently at her. "Harassment? I was under the impression the issue involved attendance. Elaborate."

"A student, maybe more, started spreading the rumour that my instructor and I are having an affair. The rumour is unfounded, of course. The instructor and I do have a past; his wife convinced me to perform in the local playhouse. He was with the local police and had the clearance to be in the know about my problems. We've been on good terms, but due to all that he may be considering retiring."Tammy explained then added. "The Vice-Chancellor placed me on suspension before the deployment."

Dannigan nodded. "I see. What's your plan?"

"I'll have my solicitor prepare a writ against the Vice-chancellor, naming him personally, for enabling and encouraging harassment. I will give him the option of dealing with the rumour-mongers permanently or I file the writ. I won't include the university, just him. That way he will be on his own and not have the university supporting him." Tammy said.

"That's UHI in Thurso, Sir." Kimberly supplied.

Dannigan seemed to be looking at something on a screen, Tammy assumed it was information about the university.

"See if there is some leverage that can be of use to Smart." Dannigan remarked. "I may need to have a conversation with Addington. Her absences for tasking are supposed to be covered."

Kimberly nodded. "We'll get right on it. If there isn't any, shall we make life difficult?"

"Yes. For him and whoever is higher up. Make it clear he's to blame, but only he knows why." Dannigan replied.

Kimberly grinned. "We can have him pulling his hair out in twenty minutes and begging our girl for mercy in a couple of hours."

"These people are scary." Maisie muttered.

-o-

Tuesday was all admin, so for Tammy the uniform of the day was skirt suit and mid-heels. She went with full make-up, perfume and styled hair. Lizzie choose a frock and jacket set. The pair went first to the Smart Properties office where Tammy dealt with any outstanding issues and diverted the office phone to her mobile. Coffee was brewed and consumed, but without any pastries. Tammy vowed to control her snacking as failure was no longer an option.

"Why am I here?" Lizzie asked, refilling her cup.

Tammy checked a page and made notes."So I can keep an eye on you, Lizzie. as I said, I have a civilian life and you don't."

Tammy shifted in her chair, adjusting for the Glock at the small of her back. The Maddog strapped to the back of her right thigh wasn't a problem as she usually sat with her left leg crossed over her right.

"I'd like to go out for a walk."

"So you can tell everyone that you come across that you had tea with Her Majesty a few days ago, or that you had a barbecue with the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall on a private tropical island?"

"Well, no."

"You are bursting to tell someone, though?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"Okay, Lizzie, you need to understand that I live and work here. You can't go around broadcasting to anyone and everyone about us. Deniability and damage control are in effect everyday here. I will do anything to protect what I have built here as well as my relationship with Maisie."

"Was that a threat?"

"If you want to take it that way, yes."

Tammy's phone rang, interrupting the non-conversation.

"Hello?"

"Captain Smart?"

"Yes?"

"I have a package for you."

"I'm at my office, do you have the address?"

"One moment. Affirmative."

It was barely ten minutes later that Tammy signed for the package, having produced her ID card. Against her better judgement she opened the outer thick envelope. Two items were within, one for Lizzie and one with a 'Secret' tag for Tammy & Maisie. She handed over the first one to Lizzie but slid the other back inside and taped it shut.

Lizzie was reading and informed her. "Oh, it's my orders. Why did they come to you?"

"Because I'm in charge of you. Also; I have an address and you don't."

"Oh."

"So what does it say?"

"That I am to undertake commercial training on rotary and fixed wing aircraft. Multi-engine and jet are mentioned, but it doesn't say why?"

"You're a pilot and that is your orders, so obey."

"I don't know where to do this, in the RAF you speak to your CO and they book it."

"Who is your CO?"

"Oh, you are."

"I am, CAPTAIN!"

"Yes, Ma'am, sorry, ma'am."

"What else does it say?"

"I am being attached for the long-term to Task Force Claymore, under the Broadsword Regiment, but retain my RAF rank. It also says that if I don't accept these orders I should tender my resignation immediately."

"I believe the option is termination, not resignation."

"No, it definitely says resignation. I don't even know who or what this Task Force Claymore is."

"Claymore is my working group. Myself, Maisie and whoever gets assigned, such as you."

"Oh. What did you get?"

"Possibly my double-O designation."

"That's just fiction."

"Don't test me."

Tammy spent another half hour in the office, sending out a week's worth of renewal and inspection emails to her clients. Whilst she was busy with that she switched to her personal emails and checked what had recently arrived.

From Jeremiah Smith
Date: 17 April 2018
Subject: re:UHI Suspension
 
Miss Smart,
Please give me a call.
 
Jeremiah

She couldn't do as asked whilst Lizzie was around, especially if the call was going to be bad news.

"Okay Lizzie, I'm winding this down. We'll be going soon."

"Did you have an idea where I could live?"

"Yes, there's an apartment available but that depends on where you are training."

"Can't I live here and travel?"

"It takes hours to get anywhere up here. That's one reason why I have a PPL and an upgrade, even though Petra took the controls yesterday. Do you have a car licence?"

"No, I never needed one."

"So you will have to be very close to your training site? Great."

Tammy tapped away at her office PC.

"Okay, Lizzie, here's an Aberdeen company that does basic plus night flying and instrument certification. There's a Travelodge a few hundred metres away, so I suggest you stay there Sunday night to Friday lunchtime."

"Why not all week?"

"Because you are going to give me progress reports as you get certified before I become certifiable."

"You're not making sense, Tammy."

"Maybe not to you, but I'm trying to work out how deep this hole is."

Lizzie shook her head. "I have NO idea."

"On that one, Flight Lieutenant, I agree."

Tammy sent the aircraft training company a quick email explaining her needs before securely locking the office. As a precaution she had disabled Joey's door pass, so it was one less thing to worry about.

The next stop was at the airport. Tammy noted that the Epic was absent and Jim was also out. Tammy left the part still in the box on his desk and scribbled a quick note. She checked the aircraft duty board and saw that the Epic was out all week on golf course duty.

Having left Lizzie in the car she walked to the back of the hangar then out of the emergency exit so she was out of sight. She called Smith, Smith & Smith Solicitors and was put through to Jeremiah.

"Ah, Miss Smart. Could you pay me a visit?"

"When?"

"I'm here until one."

"Okay, I'm out of town but will be with you well before then. In fact I was going to speak to you regardless."

"In which case, let's wait until we meet?"

Tammy sent a text to Maisie before walking back to her car. Maisie quickly replied that she was now home and would start lunch soon.

"Right. Lizzie, I'm dropping you off at my house. I have a meeting with my solicitor." Tammy said as she drove back to Thurso.

Lizzie nodded. "You're very busy."

"Yes, I am. I have a lot I need to do and things I want to do. It may take the rest of the week to get to it all done, especially as my assistant isn't here." Tammy replied.

Tammy dropped Lizzie behind the house and watched her go up the steps to wait for Maisie to open the door. She pulled out of the space and drove around to the town's carpark and found a space. Tammy locked up her mini and quickly walked across to the solicitor's offices. Solicitor-in-training John Hibbert was looking after Reception.

"Good morning Tammy, you look nice."

"Thank you John, is Jeremiah free?"

"He is, go straight in."

The usual greetings were exchanged and Tammy took a seat.

"Tell me, Miss Smart, why did you need to see me?"

"It relates to my suspension from the University, I have taken some advice and would like to sue the Vice Chancellor for encouraging assaults on me, by failing to prevent the spreading of slanderous allegations.

"I see, I hope you realise that it would have to be heard in the High Court, probably Edinburgh, and the chances of success are low?"

"Perhaps just the threat would ensure justice is done?"

"I see, but I feel it's unnecessary as matters have moved forward, somewhat favourably."

"Oh."

"I had a call yesterday from Sir Thomas Addington, I believe you know him?"

"Indeed."

"He gave me a briefing on some of your recent activities and I do not believe, for one moment, that anything he said was hyperbole."

"He may use flowery language but you can take his words without hesitation."

"Indeed. He insisted that I could not put anything in writing nor inform any of my colleagues about our call but felt his verbal briefing would help me."

"I obviously don't know how much he said?"

"Well done on your promotion, Captain Smart."

"Thank you."

"And you had tea with her Majesty last week?"

"Yes, the Palace gardens are lovely in the Spring."

"And you protected the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge against a terrorist attack?"

"Sorry, Jeremiah, I can't confirm that."

"Understandable, anyway I had a call from the University this morning and it seems that the Chancellor was called by Sir Thomas who then put the Duchess of Cambridge on the line. I wasn't told what was said but it seems she made it very clear to the Chancellor that you must be allowed to conclude your course with allowances for matters of state."

"I see."

"It would seem that the University's charter could be re-evaluated, according to Sir Thomas. He may have said that to the Chancellor."

"So?"

"I was promised an email, let me check."

Jeremiah grabbed the mouse and accessed his mail application, before reaching for his printer as a sheet was ejected. Tammy's phone vibrated in her bag whilst he was doing this, she ignored it as Jeremiah was ready to read out the email.

"This is from the Chancellor. We would like to inform you that an independent review of the allegations concerning your client and a tutor have determined that the suspension was based on vexatious and frivolous verbal submissions."

"Prompted, no doubt, by concern for his job?"

"I couldn't possibly guess. He continued that a new investigation has been started to investigate ongoing and persistent bullying and how this has been managed. A Vice Chancellor had been removed from his role during the investigation due to a conflict of interests."

"So my writ isn't needed?"

"Indeed. There's also a statement that a reasonable allowance for your absences on matters of state will be accepted, subject to full completion of coursework."

"I'd made that offer before. Thing is, even considering the Easter break I would still have two weeks to catch up and I have a feeling I won't be free before the end of this week."

"I'll pass that back. You must have made an impression on the Duchess?"

"I did my job, and took the Duke fishing."

"Sir Thomas didn't mention that? Anyway, I believe that concludes the matter. You should receive a personal email inviting you back to the course."

"And you'll send me your invoice in due course?"

"The University is settling, which is fair considering the circumstances."

"Excellent."

Tammy checked her phone when she reached her car. The text was from Ben Franklin.

I don't know what you did, Tammy, but I've been asked to go back. I'm considering it.

 

Back home Tammy could hear one of the training DVDs being played in the basement, guessing that Lizzie was getting OpSec 101, courtesy of Maisie's training pack. She grabbed a light lunch then went up to her office with the resealed package from the courier.

The envelope for herself was now opened and a selection of items dropped out. First was a credit card in the name of Captain T Smart. A covering note explained this was for Broadsword related expenses, including training and staffing costs.

Next was a cheque, drawn on the Coutts account for the Royal Family for ten thousand pounds. There was no explanation but Tammy decided immediately she would query it with Sir Thomas before banking it, and that she wouldn't bank it in Thurso.

She had her own orders, and that included an instruction for her and Maisie to attend a debrief the next day at Catterick Garrison, with an expectation that this would last until Friday. Lizzie wasn't mentioned but it was clear she wasn't needed.

An email arrived so she diverted her headscratching for a moment.

From A1 Air Training
Date: 17 April 2018
Subject: Re: Fixed wing training
 
Thank you for your enquiry. We would like to initially assess Miss Harrison and have an opening tomorrow afternoon. If acceptable then we would conduct initial health checks on Thursday. Please confirm that this is agreeable and contact us to arrange payment.

Tammy did as asked, glad that, for once, the stars were aligned.

She called the airport, finding Jim.

"Did you see the part?"

"Indeed, I have no idea why you ordered it but we need this exact part for one of the choppers. The embossed part number is an exact match."

"Glad to help. What's the Epic doing?"

"There's a ladies invitation golf competition just outside Cork. We're providing an executive service from Heathrow for the players. It's worth some good money."

"In which case I will need my Czech Sport tomorrow for a few days."

"Can you say where you're going?"

"Teeside, again."

"Okay, we'll book you a landing and refuel."

"Thanks Jim."

She continued her dig into the package, finding a ribbon for her and Maisie's dress uniforms. a note explained this was related to Operation Jewel.

-o-

Tammy walked Lizzie to Thurso Station early on Wednesday morning with instructions for the girl to first check into her hotel then to go to the air training company. Maps and instructions were supplied.

"Is this necessary?"

"It's that or a very dishonourable discharge, and that is the least worst possible outcome."

"Okay, but when do I get back?"

"Coming back there's one at 10.10 and another at 15.25. Stay through to Friday morning then come back. You can text me but don't call as I'll be in meetings. You'd best board as it's about to go."

"Okay, how long is the journey?"

"Six hours, keep to your diet, bye."

Back indoors she and Maisie packed what they needed into small cases but both were flying in dress uniform. A drive over to Wick Airport was uneventful and they found the two seater parked outside of the KT Flight hangar.

"She's ready for you, Tammy."

"Thanks Jim."

It was a tight fit stowing their bags in the limited space but Tammy had predicted this. It was, however, rare that Tammy used her personal aircraft and even rarer that Maisie accompanied her in it.

The three hours ride South was good and Jim had done as promised so they were expected. She refuelled immediately, paying using the new card rather than on the KT Flight account. A Jeep collected them for the ride over to Catterick Camp.

"You're booked into the visiting officers suite on base Ma'am. That's where I've been asked to take you."

"I hope that includes my Sergeant, Corporal?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't told anything, Ma'am. Perhaps that can be sorted when you arrive there?"

"That's acceptable."

Tammy needn't have worried as the double suite was more than big enough for the pair. They found their way to the Officers Mess for lunch. Tammy didn't explain to anyone that Maisie was her guest, but both were wearing their new ribbons and given that it was rare for Sergeants to be found in their dress uniform, Maisie was clearly there for a reason.

Lunch was light, but exceeded both of their diet sheets. They were collected by the same Corporal at one.

"Colonel MacTaggart requests that you join him."

That required a short ride over to a block, with Tammy wondering why they hadn't walked. The Corporal pointed down a set of steps which lead to a secured door.

Tammy tried her pass and was pleased to find that it worked. The room was quite dark and a pair of video screens were on the far wall but weren't displaying anything. A figure walked out of the murkiness.

"Ah, Tammy, good."

"What's so important, Sean? I thought we'd dealt with everything?"

"There are some loose ends, my dear."

The room lighting increased and Tammy could now also see Sir Thomas, John Smith and Kevin Edmunds.

"I believe you know everyone here? We also have Major Dannigan and a lady I'm sure you are familiar with available online. Please take a seat."

Kevin started the proceedings.

"Tammy, Maisie, my team sent a taskforce into the Army Intel Investigators last Thursday and took over all running cases while the original investigators were debriefed. They discovered attempts to hide or destroy evidence that could have been used to support or defend yourselves, whilst supporting further launches into your communications and those of your friends and family."

"So they really were out to get me?"

"Indeed, Tammy, whilst permitting terrorists to operate in the wrong belief that they were protecting democracy!"

"Incredible, Kevin, but what of Maisie's father?"

"The investigation fell to our team, but we brought in prosecutors from the Royal Navy to decide how to proceed. In short; it was never believed that his actions were malicious but that Staff Sergeant Staines' existing concerns were exaggerated in order to win control over him. Ultimately it was accepted that he committed no crime but had shown incredibly bad judgement and as such cannot continue to be a part of the Army."

"Where is he now?"

"In a hotel outside Salisbury. His hearing will take place tomorrow but he is under orders not to speak to anyone, including family."

"What's the likely outcome?"

"As he's beyond the voluntary retirement it's expected that his retirement will be made mandatory. That avoids the need for a discharge hearing, assuming that he accepts the retirement. He keeps his pension that way, as well, but loses his security clearance as well as any access to Ministry of Defence sites even for social reasons."

Maisie spoke up. "He never had a social life."

"That's what my team also determined. I would ask that you don't call him until the decision is formal."

"I need him for my wedding."

Kevin nodded. "I just hope he accepts what is proposed and moves on."

Tammy spoke for them. "He's not a bad guy but he accepted the lies rather quickly. That means he's vulnerable. Will he receive any help?"

"We'll investigate if an outreach counsellor can speak to him after the hearing."

"Thanks Kevin. Now, what of Marcus?"

"He's at AA House being debriefed." John Smith answered, taking over from Kevin.

"So not detained?"

"He's co-operating with the debriefing team and is remorseful apparently. I do believe he's trying to protect his pension."

"He never liked me, never accepted how I work and always made life difficult for myself and those around me. On that basis I shouldn't care what happens to him, but I wonder why he decided to throw a career away by working with True Freedom?"

"He never knew it was True Freedom."

"Rubbish, he had the briefing documents. I could see their moves from miles away."

The image of Dannigan now appeared on one of the monitors, he was dressed in a uniform that Tammy had never seen before. She saluted, out of habit.

"As you were, Captain. I agree with your assessment; why is he being given executive treatment after trying to destroy Tammy's own career? Can you answer, Colonel?"

Sean acknowledged Dannigan. "I'm not involved in the process, especially as he was my subordinate."

"So who is handling him?"

"My team are, on behalf of the army, That's why he's at Abigail Adams House, to the North of London." It seemed clear that John Smith didn't know who the American officer was.

"I'm well aware of the facility, Mr Smith, but your team are investigators and analysts not prosecutors or even legally qualified."

"Indeed, but we are an intelligence gathering agency and right now we're learning more about True Freedom through his debrief."

Dannigan pointed at him on screen. "You ignored Smart when she cried wolf, you wouldn't accept that there were people hiding within your own ranks who could have brought your country down. Smart saw it but no-one believed her! No-one except myself and a few select intelligence operators."

"There wasn't the evidence."

"It was there, you chose not to open your eyes."

John Smith shook his head, unused to being criticised.

Paul Dannigan shook his head. "How is your own witch hunt going? Has Mr Brown claimed any heads yet?"

"How do you know about that?"

"I run an agency, too, Smith. And we're that damn good at what we do. Sir Thomas and Colonel MacTaggart can attest to that. Did you not think that bringing a key chief analyst back along with ten retired officers wouldn't go unnoticed? You should have led him in with a brass band."

"Oh."

Tammy kept her eyes on Dannigan as he ripped into the MI5 Personnel Security chief.

"So new staff walk up the steps of Thames House and talk to other new folk like they're old friends, that's the real game. Deciphering why and how they know each-other. Then Dave Brown arrives, yet he was officially retired a few years back. Smith, you didn't look after him when True Freedom made their first moves two years ago?"

"It was bad timing with miscommunication that led him to being assaulted."

"By the police." Kimberly stated.

John Smith had no answer. "That was unfortunate."

Dannigan continued. "Spilling coffee on your superior, is unfortunate. You failed to learn that True Freedom distorts truths, muddles communications and sets agency against agency, person against person. When that behavior starts to appear it's time to check you haven't been infiltrated!"

"Point taken, Sir."

Major Dannigan was now having fun. "Could someone tell me what is happening to the ringleader? Is he getting tea with the Queen for his services to Great Britain?"

Sir Thomas Addington had been quiet until this point. "There are protocols in place for treasonable acts, Major."

"We have the same; a double tap settles matters quite effectively."

"Yes, Major, but I'm sure you know our legal system doesn't work that way. William Burgess was stripped of his knighthood earlier today on the advice of the Privy Council. His place in the Lords is more complicated, but matters are underway."

"Where is he?"

"We don't know."

Dannigan leaned forward and glared. "I wondered when that was going to come out."

"Paul, please bear with us. I understand your anger." Sean said quickly, he knew his friend was close to launching his own operation, cooperation be damned.

Sir Thomas continued. "For the benefit of those who weren't already aware: an arrest warrant was issued on Wednesday last week for Sir William, as he was then, and the warrant was executed as he left his London apartment on Thursday morning. Unfortunately that was a doppelgänger and the address was only a letter drop. The Police are checking his other addresses, but it's entirely possible that he's not in the country and possibly hasn't been here for several months."

Dannigan's gaze shifted. "Captain."

"Understood, Sir." Kimberly replied then her feed went black.

Dannigan looked back. "Smart, you are now upgraded to: Standby, one-hour recall."

Dannigan's feed cut as well.

MacTaggart wiped his face with his hand. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph."

"What the hell does that mean?" John Smith demanded, looking at Tammy.

Tammy schooled her expression. "I have to be ready to deploy within an hour."

"He can't give you that kind of order! Doesn't he understand you work for me?" John almost shouted.

Sir Thomas cleared his throat, gaining attention. "Technically; Tammy is attached to the Security Service with a primary to Broadsword. In truth, Tammy is under that man's organization. We wronged Tammy too many times and when we needed a favour, Tammy was the price we paid. The Major can give her orders. You, on the other hand, have to ask her politely. I've been doing the asking up to this point, as has Sean."

Sir Thomas took a sip from his glass but held his hand up to prevent interruption.

"You should show care, John, as the next time you may be told to go stuff yourself. Remember, I'm chair of the Intelligence Oversight Committee. Up for consideration next week is whether you have demonstrated you're capable of preventing infiltration and protecting incumbent staff? If you can't do those then perhaps your role needs to be re-evaluated?"

John Smith didn't answer and seemed to sink into his chair.

"Well said, Sir Thomas." Offered Sean.

Tammy finally smiled. "I joined the in-crowd."

"And they're all insane." Maisie muttered.

*** to be continued ***

 

	Tammy Beginnings follows sixteen year old Tom Smart as he starts his voyage of self discovery. This is an expanded Preludes story. Part 2 soon.
	Don wants to pursue a career in Voice Acting and has been training himself. He's even developed some feminine character voices. What not even his closest friends or Dad know is: the latest feminine voice is destined for higher purpose. Opportunity and one strange chance change his life forever. Not all things in the night go 'bump'. Sometimes you find a voice of light, when you change your dial!

Tammyverse Book 13     Royal Retreat Part 16 (Finale) Family First Shiraz & Snowfall

 
Please note this is a work of fiction and any references to real people, real institutions or real heavily armed military units are for artistic purposes only!
 

“Sean, I’m curious, what were you discussing when Maisie and I arrived earlier?”

The girls were sat with Sean and Sir Thomas in a private dining room.

“You, my dear. We were discussing your performance.”

“I see.”

Maisie failed to grasp the reasoning. “Why?”

Her fiancée responded. “There’s definitely no point in just letting me criticise anyone else involved in the deployment, without first asking how I performed? That had to be established first.”

“Correct Tammy.” Sir Thomas had put his whisky down. “We needed to be certain that nothing had been missed or that you took the wrong route to achieve your objectives.”

“With respect, Sir, there’s always an alternate route to the same ends!”

“Indeed, but some may be more correct than others. I believe you know that the direct, obvious, route is not necessarily the best under all circumstances.”

“Absolutely. How did I do, Sir Thomas?”

“Satisfactorily.”

Maisie shook her head.

Sean responded. “What troubles you Sergeant?”

“Tammy stopped the deployment from going tits-up!”

The Colonel shook his head. “Please mind your language, Sergeant, else you’ll be asked to leave this officers' mess. Regardless, Tammy’s performance was satisfactory because, although her objectives were achieved, she allowed a nasty rumour to take hold which then damaged her authority and credibility. That cannot happen again.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Maisie the question was valid. Now how would you see your own performance?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, let’s first determine what your role was.”

“To support Tammy.”

“Would you say you did that to the best of your ability?”

“Hmmm, I’m not sure, Sir.”

“Well, let’s look at your individual tasks. Firstly did the Captain keep to her fitness plan?”

“I believe so.”

“Did you watch her back, support her operations?”

“Where I could, but I often didn’t know what was going on.”

“Which is a problem, Sergeant. You should make it your responsibility to know what your Captain is doing and even to predict what her needs are.”

“No-one had explained that.”

“Consider that done. What about your intelligence gathering role?”

“I passed some intel onto Tammy.”

“Could you have done more?”

“Yes, but I haven’t been trained as an intelligence operative. My existing training has covered operational security and counter-intelligence, Sir, so perhaps that isn’t a question you should ask me?”

“Point taken, Sergeant, we’ll consider that for future training. Now, Tammy, what about Miss Harrison?”

“Where do I start?”

“We have a report from AA House so start with the deployment.”

“The best decision I made was to remove her from Ram's Rock Island and place her in Freeport as an observer, but that was also the worst decision.”

“Explain?”

“Lizzie is like a puppy who has been kept in a small room with an older dog, but is suddenly allowed out into the yard and then into the countryside. She was unsupervised, but had money and freedom; that’s a dangerous combination.”

“Were you free to supervise her?”

“No.”

“How did you deal with this?”

“Operationally I needed extra eyes in Freeport so I paired Lizzie up with two female special forces personnel. That calmed her down. I joined them for a night as well.”

“I’m guessing she was fully immersed in her new personal role?”

“She demonstrated that by having more luggage than both myself and Maisie, as a direct consequence of her shopping desires.”

“How did the locals see her?”

“As an airhead with money.”

“So, is that bad?”

“As a temporary role, it could work, but she’s still an airhead. What I mean is that her operational security is pretty awful and that directly impacts me. In short she's a risk.”

“I see.”

“Sean, before we returned to Thurso I had worries, but I followed orders. Those concerns were reinforced within hours of arriving back. I just hope she didn’t learn enough about my work to do any permanent damage.”

“Where is she now?”

“A hotel in Aberdeen, I sent you an email.”

“Ah, yes. Is she on a short leash?”

“No, that puppy is still free, but perhaps the discipline of intensive flight training will provide focus?”

“You don’t sound convinced?”

“No, but I cannot afford to have her at my home, our home, as it impacts my whole environment. Both business and personal.”

“Indeed. What would happen if Paul needed you at short notice?”

“Lizzie couldn’t stay, I won’t give her a key, plus she’s too great a risk to me in Thurso.”

“Options?”

“An apartment in Aberdeen? Get her focussed on being an independent adult again? She’s been institutionalised for the past few years, but is a loose cannon. Perhaps a halfway house, of some sort, is needed?”

“What about supervision?”

“I'd suggest video conferencing at a minimum, plus discrete CCTV in the apartment? I can fly into Aberdeen to see her, so she doesn’t need to come up to me. Unless she’s flying into Wick to collect us.”

“So she’d be close, but at arm’s length.”

“Yes. She still needs military discipline though and I can’t always provide that. There must be a different way?”

“If you had done your research then you'd know that the Gordon Barracks are in Aberdeen; a Signals unit is based there and they have medical facilities.”

“Secure comms?”

“I’m authorising training and psych evaluations.”

“Good call, Sir.”

“Excellent, well done Captain.”

-o-

They reconvened the following morning, although John Smith had gone and another familiar, albeit unexpected, face was present by video.

“My apologies, Captain.”

“I’m wanting to say 'stuff your apologies' and am not sure you should be here, Wells. I’ve lost all respect for you.”

“I accept that, but I had concerns.”

“Bollocks, if you had any concerns then you should have raised those with Colonel MacTaggart, not spread them around an operational unit. You betrayed your uniform and your commission.”

“I understand your anger.”

“You don’t know me well enough to understand anything.”

“Clearly.”

“Wells, I have no idea why you are here?”

Sean intervened. “That was my decision. Jeremy is receiving training and will be redeployed in due course.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“After all he did to me? I wouldn't trust him to inventory paper clips for the secretarial pool.”

“Indeed, but you were almost the only one to submit a complaint. I can’t afford to lose any more experienced officers.”

“So it’s swept under the carpet?”

“Not exactly. Jeremy has been temporarily demoted two ranks. He is already receiving training and will spend some time away from operational duties. He has also been fined, so he didn't get off clean.”

"Temporarily?"

"He may be able to reclaim one rank after satisfactory retraining. The other will take a few years to reclaim."

The screen went dark.

“I sincerely hope I don’t have to work with him again.”

“I can’t guarantee that, but you will not be subordinate to him. The matter is closed, Captain.”

Tammy shrugged. “Aye, Colonel.”

She looked at Maisie and shook her head.

“Good, let us move on. Kevin, what’s your latest?”

“We’ve released Marcus Wade and it’s my understanding that he’s lost his commission.”

“Isn’t he being prosecuted?”

“The Crown Prosecution Service determined that it was not in the public interest to charge him, Tammy.”

“So he gets to retire gracefully? How was this allowed to happen?””

“No, summary court-martial. He's been stripped of rank, clearances, pension and discharged. He can never be involved in government service in any capacity. Essentially all he is allowed is his final pay. He does not 'retire gracefully' as you put it. This will follow him the rest of his life. A life that will be very difficult.”

They broke for coffee but before the session restarted Tammy and Maisie used the Ladies, ending up in adjacent cubicles.

“Damn, Tammy do you have a liner?”

“Oh, sure, never mind – we’ll try again next month.” She passed a liner under the dividing wall.

When they returned to the room a video screen was silently showing an ongoing hearing.

“That’s my dad!”

“Yes, Maisie. If it disturbs you then we’ll kill the feed.”

“No, Colonel, thank you. Can I hear the audio?”

The hearing was just underway.

“How would you describe your recent actions, Staff Sergeant?”

“Foolish, Sir.”

“Would you agree that your actions had the potential to cause great harm to this country’s democracy and to certain individuals?”

“I couldn’t have known that at the time.”

“Staff Sergeant, did you not think that it was a very strange request to install a satellite communications device on the roof of your accommodation and to connect it to your internet router?”

“An officer, a Captain, asked me.”

“Not ordered? No documentation?”

“No, Sir. He said this was to help National Security which was why it was being done in that way.”

“That is no defence, you should have refused.”

“Perhaps, Sir, but he also gave me some information on a personal matter so I trusted him.”

“It is not appropriate for that personal matter to be discussed here, but do you still accept that the information is worthy of that trust?”

“No, Sir, I do not.”

“So, in view of this, how do you describe your actions?”

“I was an idiot, and it’s cost me my career.”

“That is fair. It is the opinion of this hearing that you will be discharged from the Army with immediate effect. Given that you had not, prior to this incident, been the subject of any disciplinary action I will not impose a Dishonourable discharge, loss of pension or benefits.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“Mr Staines, you are dismissed.”

The video screen went dark. Maisie was now crying, but didn’t want Tammy to hold her.

“No, if it wasn’t for you then he wouldn’t have been in this position.”

“And you would be in Afghanistan, or dismissed. You can’t go back in time.”

Maisie suddenly ran out of the room, Tammy went to follow.

“Stay, Tammy, leave her to it.”

“She’s my partner, Sir Thomas.”

“Regardless, give her the space she needs. That was quite emotional for her.”

“That’s an understatement, Sir. We found out just before coming back in here that she’s not pregnant, the insemination failed.”

“Oh, my sympathies. Instead, I suggest we break for lunch early.”

Tammy didn’t wait to be dismissed. She first checked the loo then went up and out of the building, finding her fiancée on a bench some distance away. Tammy sat next to her.

“Have you called your father yet?”

“I’m not supposed to.”

“I don’t think that’s a problem now, but you can’t say where we are, I mean please don’t say anything sensitive.”

“I’ve been so silly.”

“Your hormones are all over the place. We’ll have another go soon.”

“Yeah, I’ll call and book it, after I speak to Dad.”

“Do you want some privacy?”

“No, stay with me. I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

“Of course, now and forever.”

-o-

It was over an hour before they returned to the room. Paul Dannigan was visible on one of the two screens so Tammy saluted automatically before taking her seat.

“What are we looking at now?” She asked of Sir Thomas Addington.

“We’re examining the earliest known knowledge of True Freedom, based on recently discovered intelligence and assessments. You seem to have featured prominently, whether by accident or design.”

“I suspect some of that was by design. The MI6 agent who wanted to seduce me ended up with my step-sister, that cost her job at Five when it was established that he was a True Freedom mole. I had been telling them about an infiltration, but they wouldn’t have it.”

“That was December 2016, what I want to look at was six months earlier.”

“When Kerri arrived with the intel after breaking the group’s encryption?”

“Yes, Tammy. Before that meeting we had never heard of True Freedom.”

"Something I never understood was how that intel was obtained?” Tammy shook her head.

Sir Thomas nodded in agreement. "Indeed. The courier that brought the True Freedom encryption key is one of your people, isn't she?"

Dannigan glanced to the side. "Captain."

The second screen came on and revealed the image of Kimberly. "Tammy. Sir Thomas."

"Greetings Captain." Sir Thomas nodded.

Tammy smiled. "Ma'am."

"Read them in." Dannigan stated.

Kimberly nodded. "True Freedom came to our attention about three months before our operative visited your people."

A small image came up at the bottom of Kimberly's screen. "You may not recognize this man, but he is the reason we learned about them. His name was Terrence Nolan. His alias was Terry Novak. Nolan was MI-6. Sometime during a deployment to the Balkans, he went native. He concealed his disgruntleness. He came up with the idea that the best way to learn how to bring about a revolution was to come to the states and get tips from professional malcontents."

"Malcontents?" Tammy asked.

Kimberly nodded. "That's a watered down classification. Extremists, conspiracy fanatics, military-wannabes."

"Ah, those malcontents." Sir Thomas said.

"Right. Well he made several trips into the states and on the eighth one, he flagged trying to leave. He had residue of explosives on his person. He got kicked from flying out, but they didn't tell him why. This is the devious part. TSA at that particular airport were on alert for domestic threats and since he flagged residue, they alerted the ATF, delayed him for an hour then kicked him from flying out. When he left the terminal, an ATF agent tailed him back and confirmed who he had been with. They now had grounds for a warrant. Instead of doing the smart thing; letting it all go down and fighting back legally, they went full nutjob and tried turning it into another Ruby Ridge slash Waco." Kimberly explained.

Tammy cued to a particular word. "You said tried. Was that a bad thing?"

"Both were bad for federal agencies and incited the malcontents. Goddamned fiascos." Dannigan interjected.

Sir Thomas asked. "What was the outcome of this incident?"

"They died to the last man." Kimberly answered. "Including Nolan. During the forensics sweep, his personal effects gained a lot of attention. Hidden pistol, ammunition, laptop and satellite phone in his luggage sent up red flags all over the place. His travel documents fell apart under close inspection and his true identity came up. A British foreign agent getting all cozy with self-appointed anti-government militia groups is a bad thing for everybody. After a few weeks of back and forth about who to handle it and how, we got it. From there you know the rest."

Tammy certainly did know the rest. Krystel had been able to infiltrate the True Freedom network using the laptop then came calling to Room 40. The items in the bail-out bag they had sent her belonged to Nolan and were sanitized for her use. If the gun was discovered, it would trace back to MI6 and throw them into instant cover-ass mode.

Sir Thomas nodded. "Yes, I believe so. Your operative met with our people, and that set off the whole chain."

"How exactly did the Lavoska twins get involved?" Tammy asked.

Kimberly shook her head. "That's a problem. Nolan was smart enough to not keep full detailed records. Certain people and connections were kept to memory. Some of his contacts were in-person only. That's why we didn't know certain things. Such as your guy; Burgess. We didn't know his involvement. We can hypothesize, but if you want the real truth, you're going to have to get it yourselves. You have the Lavoskas and a slew of others."

"I had hoped for an easier way to know why they came after me." Tammy sighed.

Kimberly shrugged. "You fit a criteria. That's all they needed. When you didn't play, they got hostile. If you want to boil it down, the answer is; you were there."

"Somehow, that doesn't make me feel any better. I had hoped there had been some kind of mix up. That they were after somebody else." Tammy said.

Dannigan spoke up. "Smart, one thing I learned early on, bad things happen to good people. Many times simply because they are there. You have been able to cope most of the time and gotten lucky other times. Someone else might not have. Think of the ones that you know didn't. The ones that suffered their attention. For the ones that fell in with them; they made their decision and those decisions come with ramifications. You did the right thing for yourself."

"I agree." Sir Thomas said encouragingly. "I've admitted before that we've failed you from time to time. I will not deny that painful and embarrassing fact. You, however, held true and prevailed. My dear, do not be down-hearted. I am grateful for your services, others are as well."

"Not afraid. Not alone. We're with you." A voice said over the video.

Tammy smiled at Krystel's reassurance, though she wasn't on screen.

Sir Thomas reached over an patted Tammy's hand. "I now understand that is not just a recognition challenge. It has a deeper meaning from them to you. I am glad they look after you. I'm even a bit envious."

A few seconds of silent thought filled the room.

"OH HOT SHIT! GOTCHA YOU DIRTY FUCK!" Krystel's voice rang out.

Sir Thomas chuckled. "Well that does break a moment!"

A map image appeared at the bottom of Kimberly's screen and Krystel announced. "Your guy, Burgess, is right THERE!"

"Wait. Is that Norway?" Sir Thomas asked.

Kimberly nodded. "Twenty miles outside Kristiansand."

"I thank the lady off-screen for her talents!" Sir Thomas nodded.

Sean, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "Paul, I do applaud your people. They really do work wonders."

"Mine found him, but yours has to go get him, Sean. The closest I have is sixteen hours away." Dannigan replied then looked at Tammy. "No you may not. Request denied."

Tammy looked sour. "Just how did you know I was going to ask."

"It was all over your face." Kimberly answered. "Asshole he may be, Burgess isn't a moron. He'll have security. Better than Lavoska's. He'll be prepared. I wouldn't doubt he has some ex-SpecOps running his security. This; you aren't ready for. Leave it to Colonel MacTaggart's team: Lance."

MacTaggart shook his head. "Captain, that's rather naughty of you to know about them."

"It's the bureaucracy, Colonel. It does you in every time. Good day and good hunting." Kimberly smiled.

Dannigan nodded. "Good luck Sean. You owe us big if you get him."

"Indeed we will." Sir Thomas agreed. "Captain, if I might have an extra moment?"

Kimberly nodded. "Something else, Sir Thomas?"

"Yes. Would you pass along a message to Lady Mason from the Duchess?" Sir Thomas asked.

Kimberly nodded. "I can do that, but she's in Freeport at the moment. What's the message?"

Sir Thomas gave a puzzled expression. "The Duchess says that Princess Caroline has been asking when she can see 'that special doggy' again and does not mean Her Majesty's corgis. I have no idea what that is about, could you explain?"

Tammy hid her smile but Kimberly laughed.

"Lyssa has a tactical K9, Sir Thomas. A retired war-dog. When the royals arrived, Lyssa introduced them to him so that he would know their scents and they were to be protected." Kimberly smiled.

Sir Thomas nodded. "Ah. A special doggy; I understand now. That clears that up. I think the princess is a bit young for one of those."

"Perhaps a member of the guard could spend some time with her. Have them assigned to her." Dannigan suggested.

"Hmm, add a dog handler to their detail? That might be an option to explore." Sir Thomas seemed to be thinking it over.

Kimberly chuckled. "Kind of hard to say no to the adorable. Good luck with that."

"I need it." Sir Thomas laughed.

Kimberly looked to Tammy and winked then her feed went black.

"Good day." Dannigan nodded then his feed went black as well.

-o-

Tammy and Maisie flew back on Friday morning, by four that afternoon she was in her office searching the commercial property agencies for Aberdeen. A developer was disposing of a show apartment on a new development. A bus stop outside the property served the City Centre and the airport.

The place was also furnished, even if the price was a little more than she wanted, but the listing was three months old. Tammy made an offer one thousand pounds under the price and had a phone call a few minutes later.

“Smart Properties.”

“Ah, Aberdeen Commercials here. We have your offer. What’s your interest?”

“I have a client who wants to move into Aberdeen. I’m looking at a few options, but this place looked to be ideal. Any idea why it wasn’t already sold?”

“There’s an industrial plant near there that makes a racket pretty much from eight to six. Anyone who visited was instantly turned away. The developer didn’t do their research, unfortunately.”

“I see.”

“That plant is due to close down next month, they’re relocating.”

“Fine. I’m sticking with my offer, though.”

“Accepted, I’m just pleased to get rid of it, how will you pay?”

“Give me your account details and I’ll transfer the money this afternoon.”

He did as asked. “We’re closing up, but we’ll confirm on Monday.”

“Understood, cheers.”

Tammy moved funds into her business account then made the transfer, the rest could wait until Monday. Tammy was far from destitute, but she had learned early on, the best way to have money, was to minimize the appearance of it. Unlike her biological mother, who believe money should be enjoyed without reservation.

"Then again; had the stupid woman been more discreet, things wouldn't have gone this way." Tammy said to herself.

The door buzzer seized her attention. A glance to the monitor revealed her father at the door.

Tammy called over the intercom and buzzed him in. "Come up, Dad."

Richard entered a moment later. "Tammy."

Tammy stood up and hugged him. "Hi Dad."

"I've not heard from you in a while. I'm worried." Richard stated.

Tammy poured him a coffee then refilled her own. They sat down facing each other.

"I apologize Dad. I don't mean to worry you. Things became complicated and required a lot of effort to sort out. I can't give much on details." Tammy said.

Richard sipped his coffee. "Much?"

Tammy frowned. "Hardly any."

"How about what you can then?" Richard asked.

"We were on a protection assignment. Out of the country. They had a good time, I had some difficulties. Now I'm home and should be returning to classes soon but I also have some business travel coming up in a few weeks; Maisie and I will be going to Isle of Man for the TT races. I have connection to a team." Tammy listed.

"And Suzie?" Richard asked.

Tammy sipped from her cup. "Once again, someone decided to drag her into something that was not her business because we're related. She refused to be a pawn again. Her job is safe and the message is very clear that she will not turn against family."

"I see." Richard replied.

An email notification caught Tammy's attention. She went over and checked. It was from Ashfield Guesthouse in Douglas, Isle of Man.

Miss Smart,
Please confirm the number of rooms for your party. Your accommodations are secured through Butterfly Racing Innovations, please note that only the one double room has been booked and we are now full. Thank you and good day.
Management; Ashfield Guesthouse

"Important?" Richard asked.

Tammy smiled. "Request to confirm lodging for the race, the place is the Ashfield Guesthouse."

"I've never stayed there but I have heard good things. Charming, I believe was said." Richard commented.

"What about you? Are you going?" Tammy asked.

Richard frowned. "I doubt it. But should I change my mind I can see to myself. Go on, dear, I'm sure you'll find it at least interesting."

Tammy smiled and sent her confirmation for only the one room, if anyone else wanted to join her then they would have to book their own accommodation. Richard left, sensing that Tammy had work to do.

A few minutes later an email arrived from Sean, confirming said that Lizzie was booked for a full psych evaluation on Monday. Tammy called to check her location.

"I'm still in Aberdeen. There was a chance to go up over the weekend so I agreed. I've kept my room at the hotel."

"Okay, do you know where the barracks are in town?"

"There's a sign, why?"

"You're needed there on Monday at nine for a medical."

"I've just had one!"

"This is the army, the Colonel arranged it. It's an order."

"Understood, Captain but I don't have a uniform with me."

"Where is it?"

"In your guest room."

"Let's hope you aren't put on a charge by being out of uniform?"

"Is that even possible?"

"It's a risk."

"Can you send it to me?"

"You wouldn't get it before Monday. This isn't like the South of England where there's a courier instantly available."

"No, it's colder! I've had to buy vests!"

Back at home she gave Maisie a hug after suspecting something wasn't right.

"Dad called, they are emptying his quarters and he's not allowed to check so he's petrified that things will go missing or get broken."

"I guess you want to go there?"

"Can we?"

Tammy established that the Epic was available for the whole weekend so she asked that it was made ready.

It was approaching six when they flew South, which didn't please Tammy one bit. She was, however, qualified for night and instrument flying and needed some hours in the Epic. Thanks to a decent tail wind, and a little impatience it was well before ten when they approached Bristol Airport, the closest one that Tammy could fly into after dark.

They had booked into the airport Hilton so left the matter of a car until the morning. Maisie established that her father was still in his hotel on the outskirts of Salisbury. They asked for room service and retired for the night.

-o-

They collected their hire car after an early breakfast and were on the road shortly after seven. Both were now in uniform as their initial destination was MOD Lyneham. Maisie drove as she was more familiar with the roads.

There was no trouble at the gate but Tammy sensed a problem as they got close to the accommodation blocks. A Jeep was parked outside Maisie's father's former quarters. Tammy asked Maisie to stay in the vehicle and she approached on foot.

"WHAT is going on?"

Tammy could see two squaddies pulling furniture apart, spilling the contents all over the floor. They stopped and saluted.

"We're searching for evidence, Ma'am, as ordered."

"You are to stop immediately and I need to know who gave that order."

"Lieutenant Frost, Ma'am. We only have this morning to search."

"You are damaging personal items, this isn't a search."

"He was a traitor."

"In which case, why is he free and keeping his pension? I saw the hearing on Thursday, my guess is that you didn't?"

"No, Ma'am."

"I'd like to speak to this Lieutenant, go and bring him to me."

The Jeep was gone a minute later, Tammy took the opportunity to photograph the rooms with her phone before sending the images to Sean. Her phone rang a few minutes later.

"What are you doing there, Captain?"

"Righting a wrong, Sir. It was Marcus Wade who created this particular mess, without him Thomas Staines wouldn't be in this situation."

"That may be true but why are you there?"

"Maisie and I had a suspicion, proven correct, that some of the folk here have taken matters into their own hands."

"That's a local matter."

"You forget, Sir, that Maisie lived here, this was her quarters for several years and some of the belongings here are hers. Right now it's being destroyed under misdirected accusations. I could let Maisie handle this through her solicitor, and bring Thomas Staines in as a party?"

"Point taken, let me make a call."

Tammy was aware of someone stood just out of sight.

"Yes?"

"Lieutenant Frost, reporting as requested. With respect Captain, I don't know you and why you interfered?"

"Captain Smart from Broadsword. That was my Colonel, we are very concerned with the unwarranted destruction that I found."

"Smart? I believe Captain Wade mentioned your name?"

"Captain Wade has a dishonourable discharge to his name. Thomas Staines left with his pension intact and is effectively retired. Think very carefully before you tell me anything to the contrary."

"Ma'am."

Tammy walked to the doorway and checked that the Lieutenant had arrived alone. She waved Maisie over.

"Lieutenant Frost, this is Sergeant Staines, also with Broadsword. Thomas Staines is her father. She has personal items here, are you advocating trashing her belongings as well?"

Maisie was putting her head out of the door. "Err, Captain; MPs."

Tammy shot a look at Frost and decided to deal with the issue directly. She exited and stood in front of the doorway.

"Captain Smart?"

"Yes."

"We have orders to secure these premises."

"Where did those orders come from?"

"Our HQ, Ma'am."

"Excellent, carry on. You might ask Lieutenant Frost why he arranged to have the premises trashed? I expect a full list of breakages to be passed back to myself."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good, I'll leave this in your hands."

Tammy decided that a swift exit was the best option as she didn't want any further questions asked of herself or Maisie. They made it out of the gate without further incident with Maisie driving. Once they were a good distance from the site they pulled over and quickly changed out of their uniforms, before continuing to the Premier Inn to the North East of Salisbury.

It was barely nine in the morning, the girls took a seat in the adjoining restaurant and Tammy ordered coffee. Maisie stepped outside to phone her father. He arrived ten minutes later, in a T-shirt and jeans over army boots.

"They took my uniform as soon as I was dropped back here on Thursday but decided I could keep the boots."

"Dad, we went to the quarters. Things have been damaged."

"Forget it, Maisie."

"Mum's stuff was there, our photos, memories. I'd like to have something to pass onto our daughter."

"Oh, are you pregnant?"

"Not yet, I have another appointment with my doctor soon. This takes time and, in any case, I'd like to be married well before any littl'un arrives so I can still wear a bikini on the beach!"

"You refused to wear a bikini when you were younger."

"It's different now."

"You're tanned?"

"We had an overseas deployment. It was hot."

"Like Belize?"

"We were half a day from there, I think?"

"Ah, so it was jungle training, I never did it."

Maisie shrugged and Tammy didn't have the heart to correct him. Thomas Staines was a beaten man who clearly hadn't planned for anything after his army career - he was army and the army was him.

Maisie asked the difficult question. "Where are you going to live?"

"I think they're finding me somewhere."

"Haven't you asked?"

"The army will decide then tell me."

"You're not army any more, Dad. That's over. Are you in touch with any of the welfare teams?"

"I don't need welfare!"

"With respect Dad, yes you do! Who's paying for your room here?"

"I don't know."

Tammy asked the next question. "What about any friends?"

"He doesn't have any. I have an idea but you might not like it?"

"The new place in Aberdeen, Maisie?"

"Isn't it a two bed?"

"Yes."

"What if he monitors Lizzie, as housekeeper?"

"I'm not sure our management would agree. Maybe as a private arrangement?"

"How long is it going to take to get the place finished, ready for Lizzie?"

"A few days."

"Why can't Dad do that for you? Work for you?"

"Maisie, I really don't know."

Thomas finally butted in. "What the hell are you two planning?"

"Tammy has a flat in Aberdeen. She's putting an airhead of a girl in there who needs some discipline. The girl is taking flying lessons at Aberdeen airport."

"That's in Scotland?"

"I don't think Aberdeen has been moved South of Hadrian's Wall."

"Don't be insolent, young lady. I don't know anything about girls."

Tammy answered. "You managed to bring up your daughter, Mr Staines. This one is twenty two, was RAF but is now Army and under my command. She needs training and discipline and would be living on her own. I can't spare the time to check on her every day, it's six hours by train from our home."

"How long is this for?"

"Two or three months. You'll have all your expenses paid so you can save your pension for a deposit for a place of your own somewhere."

"And you wouldn't drop in suddenly?"

"Like I said, it's six hours by rail from home."

"You fly, don't you?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can spare the time very often. I should be at university and I have a business trip coming up in a month or so."

"So I would be able to run the place how I want to?"

"Consider it a partnership, but I'll accept reasonable arrangements. So long as Lizzie doesn't threaten to leave."

"What happens then?"

"She's discharged, the training is cancelled and I sell the apartment. You would be homeless."

"So it's in my best interests to keep her from quitting?"

"Yes. One more thing, she would have been your superior, but now you're a civilian that doesn't apply."

"So what do I do?"

"Let's head into the City and get you some smart clothes."

"I don't want smart clothes?"

"Call it a uniform?"

"Oh, I see."

Tammy wasn't certain she'd made the correct decision but the alternatives weren't good. Left alone in Southern England Thomas Staines might unknowingly become True Freedom fodder again, it was best that he was supervised for the immediate future.

Taking him to Thurso was, although, definitely out of the question, but could they kill two birds with one stone? For Thomas, the transition to civilian life wouldn't be easy but for Lizzie her own transition would have pitfalls and potholes. How much of their pasts could safely be disclosed?

Tammy decided to wait until Thomas Staines had his feet on Scottish soil before passing on anything more about Lizzie. Maisie had kept quiet but the prospect of having her father nearby was clearly considered to be a good plan.

-o-

They had returned from shopping and lunch to find a Jeep parked outside the Premier Inn.

"Yes, Corporal?"

"I'm looking for former Staff Sergeant Staines?"

"I'm Captain Smart, do you have his belongings?"

"Yes, Ma'am. There were a few breakages. I have a list."

"Good, let's transfer everything to my hire car."

That necessitated moving her future father-in-law's new wardrobe onto the rear seat. He was now in black denim jeans and a thick plaid shirt in a variety of simple green and black patterns also a medium-weight water-resistant jacket. He refused to wear trainers so Tammy suggested hiking boots in black.

Thomas now had a seven day set of the same clothes and had readily accepted the idea but not the charity. Maisie had dealt with him for now and it had looked as if she was paying for it all. They had used a budget store so Tammy didn't expect the clothes to last for years but it hadn't cost much more than £200 for the clothing.

Thomas had shooed the girls away whilst he purchased socks and underwear for himself, Tammy had noted from a distance that several undershirts were added to his own pile when the cashier had held them up to fold them, much to the man's annoyance.

Simple luggage had also been purchased now that a kit bag was inappropriate and his wardrobe had been packed away flat. As the personal items were transferred Tammy noted that his iron had survived the 'search' of his quarters but the ironing board hadn't.

The breakage list was presented to Thomas but he passed it onto Maisie. "I'm no good with this, you know what's needed."

They decided against doing anything else so decided to empty his room at the Premier Inn then drive to Bristol airport in order to transfer everything sensible onto the plane. An industrial rubbish bin was used to ditch the items that weren't heading North.

"I don't know what I was expecting, Captain, but is this yours?"

"Strictly speaking no, it's owned by KT Flight but I can borrow it."

Stowage wasn't easy but only one seat in the back would be needed. The hire car was returned after Tammy made an appointment with the fuel stand for the following morning. Back at the Hilton Tammy booked Thomas into a room for the night.

"I can't afford this?"

"The army is paying. I won't tell them if you don't."

"Oh."

-o-

They landed at Aberdeen Sunday lunchtime. Tammy had reserved rooms at the same Travelodge as Lizzie. It was quite a change from the Hilton but Thomas didn't comment, they'd been hit by a cold wind as they walked across to the hotel and the man was probably considering whether he'd just been railroaded into a bad choice?

Lizzie wasn't in her room, or answering her phone, so the trio walked to a restaurant for a roast dinner, finding Lizzie there.

"Oh, Tammy, I wasn't expecting you?"

"Clearly not, who's your friend?"

"Jeremy. He's on the same flight training as me. Oh, Jeremy, this is Tammy my manager."

Tammy glared but said nothing, making a scene wasn't appropriate when families were present.

"Pleased to meet you Jeremy, this is my partner Maisie and her father Thomas. We're staying in town tonight."

Tammy took a seat some distance from the couple but kept her eye on Lizzie so she could follow the girl into the Ladies.

"I thought I told you to keep a low profile?"

"He invited me to lunch when I said I had a free day!"

"I'm guessing that you've never had a relationship before?"

"It's only lunch!"

"It has to start somewhere. Does he know your history?"

"Which bit?"

"Any of it, Lizzie?"

"Only that I'm on a military training programme. That was unavoidable when the guy in the A1 office checked my rank for the invoice."

"Okay. I need to see you after lunch tomorrow. Keep your phone on."

"You're staying?"

"Yes. Mr Staines is also staying in Aberdeen for a day or so."

"Oh, you're telling him to keep an eye on me?"

"Yes, Lizzie, I am. He's just retired from REME."

"Do I get a say in this?"

"Yes, the options are to accept this arrangement, request a relocation into the barracks or perhaps you can resign?"

"So am I staying in that lousy hotel?"

"For a few more days whilst I make other arrangements."

Tammy now needed the loo herself so Lizzie took the opportunity to escape back to her table.

Tammy arrived back at her own table as a large plate was delivered. She sighed, her diet plan was now floating in the harbour.

-o-

Lizzie went off to the barracks in her uniform as the other three made their way to Aberdeen Commercials. Tammy signed then took the keys. The next task was to change the lock but she didn't have a toolkit with her.

"I have a multitool in my pocket."

Tammy stared at Thomas, he'd barely said a word that morning.

Armed with a replacement lock they arrived at the apartment and Thomas set about fitting it.

Tammy looked across the road at the industrial unit and could hear a noise but it was easily drowned out by road traffic. Indoors, away from the street it was barely audible.

Now that she could, Tammy did an appraisal of what was needed, noting that the two bedrooms were the same size but only one had a bed and wardrobe space.

Her phone rang.

"I can't get into the office."

"Sorry Joey, I'm not in town and I disabled your card in case it was lost. Take the morning off, I'll be there at two."

She started to put her phone away when it rang again.

"Good morning Colonel."

"What the hell are you up to?"

"Fixing a few issues."

"A lieutenant has put in a complaint about you."

"Good, that means you should now ask him why he advocated destroying those quarters?"

"He said it was a structured search?"

"I have a very long list of breakages. My solicitor will handle that on Mr Staines' behalf. I suspect you only have one half of the story."

"Mr Staines didn't stay for a meeting with a welfare officer?"

"No, Colonel, I made a better proposal."

"Without running it past me?"

"He's not army now. He'll be a part of my life since I'm marrying his daughter so how could I cast him aside?"

"I could bust you for this, Tammy."

"You haven't heard what I'm proposing, Sean."

"I doubt I'll like it."

"Fine, I'll submit a report when I reach my office later."

"Alone?"

"My assistant will be waiting for me."

Tammy killed the call, that had not been the best conversation with Sean MacTaggart.

"Was that about me?"

"No Thomas, it was mostly about me. I nearly told a colonel where to shove his questions."

"I'll leave if there's a problem?"

"There won't be a problem as I'll ensure there won't be, in. Any case; there are other, scarier, folk to deal with as well and they don't know a thing yet.

Her phone pinged.

Think so? Set a line and don't cross it. K

"Well, Thomas, we need to make a decision as to how we deal with this place?"

Maisie decided to intervene. "I'll stay with Dad and get all the furniture and fittings organised. Can you leave the credit card?"

"Only I'm allowed to sign, I'll send you some money."

"Hold on, hold on, I'm not skint you know!" Thomas was quite adamant.

"Okay, work it between you. I'll pay for two more nights in the Travelodge for you and Lizzie can stay there for the rest of this week."

"Agreed."

"Maisie, get a hire car back at the airport and bring all of your father's stuff here. Did you want to come back with us, Thomas?"

"No, I'll go get some teabags, milk and mugs. There's a kettle in my stuff and a mini fridge, that will be enough to make a cuppa."

-o-

Tammy flew out just before midday and was back at her office for two that afternoon. She just had time to reactivate Joey's card before there was a noise downstairs with Joey bouncing into the office a few seconds later, followed by Ben Franklin.

"I found him outside, about to press the buzzer, says he knows you?"

"Thanks Joey. Hi Ben, what can I do for you?"

"Can we walk?"

"Sure."

They took a route towards the quayside.

"Like my text said, I still don't know how you did it?"

"My solicitor handled it. I wasn't even in town."

"You had an exercise, if I recall?"

"Yes. So what is it that you need to say in person?"

"The Chancellor needs until the end of this week to review all the submissions. We're proposing that you make an appearance on the campus next Monday."

"I'll be quite a few weeks behind."

"That's being taken into account, but we'll need to send you some coursework. We start revision on Monday so there's a lighter load leading into the end of year exams."

"And is action being taken against those bullies who think they can make my life a misery?"

"You know I can't say anything, Tammy?"

"Indeed, but please don't expect me to be all polite and to act as if nothing happened. I've had it with them."

"Please don't take any executive action."

Tammy absentmindedly tapped her jacket.

"Damn, are you armed?"

"You know I can't answer that, Ben. I'd best get back, see you on Monday."

-o-

Tammy spoke to Maisie every day and had arranged for CCTV and an entryphone to be installed. That was done on Thursday once the place was ready. Tammy contemplated going to visit on Friday but decided against that now that her coursework had arrived.

Maisie returned Friday teatime.

"She's hard work."

"I know, Maisie, I know, but is she getting on okay with your father?"

"I think it'll work, but I warned him not to get attached to her."

"Did you mention her special circumstances?"

"No, Tammy, just that she was under orders from you not to get involved with anyone."

"I never gave such an order?"

"He doesn't know that and she's ditzy enough that she's sure you did order it but can't remember when."

"Have you got the CCTV login?"

"Sure."

Tammy input the code into her phone's app and was pleased that she could see enough to verify the security of the Aberdeen apartment.

She'd just caught up with her coursework so was looking forward to a quiet weekend.

"Hey, Tammy?"

"Yeah?"

"Has our deployment finished?"

"Of course it did, Maisie."

"No, whenever I went on a deployment we used to have a party when we got back to base."

"And we ended up locked away doing debriefs?"

"Exactly."

"Tammy, can we have my father over next weekend?"

"Sorry, his security clearance was cancelled."

"So?"

"Maisie, how often have my parents been here?"

"Once, plus that time your father was here for a meeting?"

"And he is security cleared. It's not your father, Maisie, it's everyone. We can't take any chances, so I have to draw a line, call it a policy, and stick to it."

"It doesn't seem fair."

"Maybe not, but there's nothing stopping you from going to see him?"

"Six hours on the ruddy train!"

"Yeah, apart from that? Look, he was the length of the country away from you until a few days ago, now he's much closer and you can see him anytime? You must have spoken more to him over the last week than at any time in recent years?"

"True. It turns out he's really proud of me, of us."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he doesn't know much about our deployment, but he knows it's big, plus you're a Captain now."

"If the Colonel doesn't bust me down a rank?"

"What for?"

"For talking back to him. He'll get over it."

-o-

Tammy drove to the university early on Monday morning and parked a short distance from the entrance, in case a quick exit was needed. She'd filled a coffee pot before leaving home so she didn't have to linger in the foyer for her caffeine fix; Tammy took a sip as her phone rang.

"Yes, Colonel?"

"Thank you for the report, Captain, it seems I owe you an apology?"

"I stepped out of line and exceeded my authority, you were right to be angry with me."

"But it was my decisions, Tammy, my choice of personnel which created the circumstances that led to the incidents."

"Like Wade and Wells?"

"Yes. I've had to write my own report and I've accepted that I made questionable decisions before the deployment."

"Will anything further happen, Colonel?"

"No, but in my case a future promotion is unlikely."

"I see. Who is replacing Wade?"

"Commander Geoff Traeger is joining Broadsword as my Chief of Staff. You'll report to me but I may pass orders through him."

"Understood."

"For your information, Kyle Fielding is being deported to New Zealand today."

"I hope for his sake it's a direct flight that goes nowhere near the Bermuda Triangle?"

"I'm not privy to that information, Captain Smart."

"Shame."

"Finally, I have Miss Harrison's psych report. It would appear that she's been repressing her emotions for the past few years and that her change of circumstances impacted her."

"Change of circumstances, is that her removal from the RAF barracks or her transition?"

"Both. That means it's essential that discipline is re-established and I approve your idea. She will, however, be given weekly blood tests at the Gordon Barracks and must attend in uniform. I also expect a weekly progress report from her, via yourself."

"I'll ensure that happens."

"Very good, carry on."

Tammy picked up her coffee, exited the car and made her way into the building. The Chancellor decided at that moment to sweep through the foyer and intercepted her.

"So nice to see you have returned, Miss Smart?"

"Thank you Chancellor. I hope to be productive now I'm back. I would appreciate a letter?"

"We wrote to your solicitor? Ah, don't worry, we'll get one directly to you."

"Thank you. If you don't mind I have to go find my tutor now?"

"Of course."

The room looked bigger than when she'd last been there, but that could have been due to the now empty chairs, including her main female antagonist.

Ben walked in behind her. "Ah, good morning Tammy."

"Hi."

"I should tell you off for that coffee?"

"But you won't."

A double beep was heard.

"Is that your phone, Miss Smart?"

Tammy opened her bag and confirmed that her phone wasn't responsible.

"Looks like my assassination services won't be needed, Ben."

Ben looked around the room and spotted one lad tapping furiously at his phone.

"Are you late for your court appearance, Nigel?"

"Yeah ... it seems that the magistrate is pissed off."

"I suggest you go deal with that, if you're not here tomorrow then we'll understand."

"Thank you, I think."

Tammy took a long sip of her coffee, it could be a very long morning but she was, at least, back in class.
 

{Fin}
 
 
 

	Tammy Beginnings follows sixteen year old Tom Smart as he starts his voyage of self discovery. This is an expanded Preludes story, Part 2 soon!
	Larry a bullied sophomore in High School finds two new friends in his Home EC. class. Together the boy and two girls design costumes in anime maid style and provide treats for a booth at the mall. The trio discover a real knack for treat-making and win over not only their school, but also the town in a sweet coming of age story.