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Counter-suit Operations The former fat man who was sometimes known as Hugo, who had formerly run the Pink Pussycat club, had gone to ground for a while. He had gone straight to a bolthole where he had changed out of his Marianne Bletchley suit. The authorities would be looking for her and would want to question her as soon as they had realised their mistake. The bolt hole, a lock-up garage under some railway arches, had just two rooms. The larger workshop area had a make-up table, a wardrobe, a TV, a computer, a sofa bed and a workbench. The smaller room was a toilet and bathroom. It was here that the head of Western Operations went and removed the clothes that Marianne had been wearing, before reaching round and unzipping the back of the suit, then slowly starting to ease it off his body. It had been quite a while since he had worn one of these suits. The fat suit had been his daily uniform for five years now and it had been very sweaty and uncomfortable, especially on hot sunny days in London. The man kicked the Marianne suit and clothes over into the corner of the room and rubbed his testicles that had been constricted in the pocket of the suit. He turned on the tap to the bath and frowned. The water was cold, so he let it run for a bit longer until it heated up and he put in the plug and some bath salts. He had still smelled of sweat whilst in the Marianne suit and he had been petrified that one of the MI6 agents would detect the smell of masculine sweat on what was supposed to be a middle aged woman. He needed to get rid of the stink if he was to get out of here looking like someone new. From the bathroom cabinet he pulled a bottle of hair remover and liberally applied it over his body. It would make the whole process far easier than when he had put the Marianne suit on in a panic. He went into the main room and turned on the computer to look at his emails whilst the bath was filling. Head Office were not pleased with the latest turn of events and he had one last chance to get things right or he would be out on his ear. When the bath was ready he slipped into it and relaxed as his hairs divested themselves from his body and began to float to the surface. He relaxed, knowing that soon he would need to start dealing with his problems again but for now though he needed that time to relax. All too soon though the water started to cool and he knew he had to get out of the bath and face the world again. He got out and dried himself off before heading back into the main area of the lock-up again. First of all he pulled a black waist nipping corset from the wardrobe and pulled it tightly around his waist, doing the strings up tightly behind him. Next he pulled out a flesh coloured suit from wardrobe and inspected it. He had had it made fairly recently from the new production facility before MI6 had located it, and he was curious about the differences in the new technology suits. He inserted his left leg into the suit and began to inch it up his leg before getting all the kinks out of it. This took some time since he needed to ensure that each toe went into the suit's corresponding toe and that the nail lined up correctly. He then repeated this with the other leg and pulled the lower half carefully over his over hips. The next part was the delicate part and the man always both loved and hated this part. He reached into the suit and tucked his dick back into the pouch, connecting the catheter to the tip as he did so. Having done the hard part he pulled the remainder of the suit over his corseted body and slotted his arms into those belonging to the suit. Having done that, he reached behind his back and pulled the tiny zip up the back where his spine was. He did not want to inspect himself until he had completed the disguise, so he hurried up and took the mask from the headstand on the desk and fitted it over his face. He arranged the hair with his hands, deciding that would be sufficient for the initial viewing. He would do his long dirty blond hair properly later. From the drawer he pulled a pair of white panties and a matching white bra and slipped them on. He headed over to the mirror to inspect the illusion. It certainly seemed good enough to fool anyone on casual inspection, but the man inside the sexy suit knew better. It should fool a man on a more intimate inspection, not that he intended to let a man do just that. When he was a spy during the end of the cold war he had gone that far once, but it really was not his thing. He loved the whole idea of the disguise and fooling people, but actually being intimate with another man turned him right off. This new identity would do for now until he could set operations up again properly. He decided to get dressed and sort out his new credentials. He slipped into a pair of tight blue jeans and a flannel check shirt; he had always found skirts and dresses impractical, though many of his operatives seemed to prefer them. Then, again many of his operatives had no qualms about having sex as a woman either, when it was required in their line of work. He picked up the fake driving licence, bank and store cards, and put them into his purse which he added to his handbag. It was all good enough for now and he would be able to go out and about in London without the authorities or even his own people knowing exactly who he was. He would now pose as the daughter of the Head of European Operations, Fiona, for a while. He would exert his authority and control as he had before the Pink Pussycat was raided. Eventually he would take on another male disguise again. The first thing he needed to do was pick up the last suit to come off the production line before MI6 closed it down. He already had a dossier on her that his spies had built up, but after the raid he was woefully short on operatives. Indeed, now he only had two agents and both were already out in the field. He needed someone for the new suit and the former fat man decided that it was time to call in a favour. *** The remainder of MI6 had spent days searching for the mastermind behind the organisation that had been running the Pink Pussycat Club. They had eventually conceded that they could not find him or her, given that the mastermind had access to a huge number of disguises and therefore they had no idea what the person looked like. They had spent days questioning Marianne Bletchley trying to ascertain whether or not she was the mastermind, but it became increasingly clear that she was just a simple worker in the club with a young son. Agent Wilkes had known that as soon as he had seen her in that secret cupboard, but the powers above him had decided that it could have been a double bluff. They had eventually gone back to Agent Wilkes and told him that his team, the Axis of Evil, would have the task of finding the crime lord in addition to the recovery of the plans for the new missile. Agent Wilkes had immediately gone to the team and had charged them with various tasks when a clear message had come in from the person who had asked for Gemma. She was to meet whoever it was at Crystal Palace Park two days later. Liam had been charged with finding the money. It sounded a simple task to track back all the various investors and people who ran the Pink Pussycat Club, but the money trail was convoluted and went through a number of dummy corporations. Whilst he could easily close down all the sources, actually getting any names of those individuals who had established the club was next to impossible, or next to impossible for anyone who was not a super genius like Liam was. Liam was hard at it cracking the password for one of the dummy corporation's finance servers when Adam came in still dressed up as Gemma. Liam was getting used to Gemma being around the apartment, but he knew that underneath it all was a thin, very talented young man. The thing was that Gemma looked exactly like a girl in one of his favourite comic books. He knew the truth, yet his eyes and his nether regions could not believe it. He had had a crush on Neon Girl for many years and the close likeness of her that was walking around and talking to him in the same apartment was a problem he was trying to deal with. If she had been a real girl he would have chatted her up - well, at least he would have tried to chat her up anyway; he usually had as much success at that as a nun in a whorehouse. However, this was not a real girl and so he was conflicted. He flicked away the picture of Neon Girl from his screen, back to his work in case Gemma came round to look. "Hello, Gemma," he said calmly. "What's up?" "I'm going to have to meet the mysterious person who claims to have the plans soon and I'm somewhat nervous," she replied. "I'm not really a spy and I'm going to have to go solo on this mission." "Don't worry," Liam told her, "if anything happens you can call me on the earpiece. I've got your back." Whilst this was technically true, the time involved in getting help to Gemma would be far too long to be of any practical use. He did not mention this to her, however. Liam somehow still thought of the seeming pink haired girl in front of him as a girl, even though he knew that underneath it all was a teenager called Adam Keynes. "Thanks, Liam, I appreciate it," Gemma smiled at him and melted his heart. It was as though Neon Girl was right in front on him and sweet on him. Liam was glad that his laptop was actually on his lap as it hid his embarrassment in his trousers. Why did he have to fancy the girl who was not a girl, and not the real one in the group? *** The person who seemed to be Joanne Crabtree knocked on her grandpa's door the next morning. In reality the young girl was really a clever criminal whose name was not really known by anyone. He had used the nickname 'The Chameleon' for years as a cover to hide his true identity as it had reflected his style of operations perfectly. He could be anyone he wanted within reason given a similar body shape and some study. Indeed the man who was Joanne's grandfather who answered the door to her had been another one of his disguises up until recently when he had lost the old man's job as barman at the Pink Pussycat Club. "Ah, Joanne, come in dear and I'll pop the kettle on," Arthur Crabtree told her. "I need you to help me with a couple of things." She kissed the old man on the forehead. "Of course I will, Granddad," Joanne replied. "I have a little favour I'd like to ask you too, if you don't mind," Arthur Crabtree nodded at her. He was happy to help out his granddaughter if he could. He showed Joanne the clothes that needed mending and showed her the unemployment form that he needed her help in filling out. The Chameleon headed over to the wicker basket chair with the little sewing kit and began to thread a needle to start to repair Arthur's ripped jeans. He was happy to get on with the menial task whilst he worked on getting what he wanted. "I have something that I need to be dropped off to someone tomorrow, but I kind of don't want to see her again," he said to the man who thought she was his grand-daughter. "Is she an ex-friend of yours?" Arthur asked absently. "Something like that," the fake Joanne hedged. "It's just a note that you need to give her if that's alright?" "Oh, I don't think that will be an issue, Joanne," her granddad said pleasantly. "Just pass it here and I'll deliver it." The Chameleon handed over the sealed envelope with 'For Gemma' written on the front of it. He knew that MI6 might well try and double cross him with agents everywhere, so he had decided to take every precaution. "Granddad, my ex-friend Gemma has dyed pink hair and is now a bit of a punk," the fake Joanne told Arthur. "That's kind of why we fell out as she's such a bad girl now." "Not a nice young girl like you, then?" he beamed at the person he thought was his granddaughter. "No, not at all, Granddad, so you take it easy around her," the Chameleon said. He wanted the minimum contact possible with Arthur Crabtree in case it was another trap. "Don't you worry, my dear. I can handle a young whippersnapper of a gal who thinks she knows better than her elders." *** The man formerly known as Hugo and now calling himself Fiona walked into the restaurant on Bond Street. It was an extremely public place for such a meeting, but Dmitry had insisted on it, possibly fearing a double cross. Fiona seated herself at the table and pretended to glance over the menu whilst she waited for her associate. Dmitry had been the best agent that the KGB had ever had. He was so good in the suits that he could blend in perfectly as a woman. After the Berlin Wall came down the KGB had not wanted him to retire early so he had been forced to flee them rather than settle down to a life in Russia. He had come to Britain and sought his former boss's help in evading the KGB and settling down. The man who was Hugo then had decided to help Dmitry. After some surveillance and intelligence work he had selected a young wealthy couple about to get married. The man, Colin Kline, was a big shot that ran a small genetics research company and his new bride Sarah was going to be happy settling down as a housewife. Hugo had made Dmitry a suit of Sarah Kline and Dmitry had replaced her two weeks before the wedding. The real Mrs Kline's body was dumped in the sea somewhere off Scotland. That had been ten years ago, and since then Sarah Kline had borne two lovely girls. Of course they were not really her daughters; they were, however, really Dmitry's daughters. Dmitry's sperm had been used to secretly impregnate a surrogate mother with a resemblance to Sarah, selected by the mob. The surrogate had carried the child whilst over the nine months the mob had supplied Sarah with a fake doctor and suits with an increasing bulge in her womb area. Colin had been oblivious to it all, and although he had insisted on being at the births, somehow the babies had always arrived quickly when he was not around. Sarah Kline, every inch the society lady, walked into the restaurant wearing a black and white patterned blazer over a black top. 'Fiona' spotted Sarah scanning the restaurant for her companion and realised that she'd never met him dressed as 'Fiona' before. Fiona waved to the middle aged woman cautiously sidled over to the table. "Sarah, so glad you could make it," Fiona told her. "Fiona, is it?" Sarah replied. "I didn't think you liked feminine finery." "Not normally," Fiona told the seeming middle aged woman, "but this is an emergency and I need your help. Take a seat and we'll talk." Sarah Kline sat down opposite Fiona and pulled out the menu. The man who was now Fiona could see suspicion all over her face and wanted to try and reassure her. He'd never met Dmitry dressed as a woman before and Dmitry knew that dressing as a woman wasn't particularly his thing. "I've helped you a lot in the past, Sarah." He emphasised the name in his speech. "You have two beautiful young girls because of me, and now I need you to return the favours." "Fiona, I didn't know that I had an obligation to you!" Sarah responded. "I wouldn't ask, but I really do need your help. Without it there may not be a way to make you age." With their suit making machine now in the hands of MI:6 the man who called himself Hugo was not joking. "What do you mean?" Sarah was all concerned now. Fiona knew that she had hit the right note, but had to terminate the conversation quickly as the pretty young waitress came to the table. "Are you ladies ready to order?" she asked. "No, can you give us ten minutes more?" Fiona asked her sweetly and then waited for the waitress to depart. "I mean that the damned British Secret Service has attacked my operation and taken our suit making machine. If you want to grow old gracefully we need to get it back." Fiona hissed quietly. She watched the middle aged woman across from her compose herself, just like a real woman would. Dmitry really was so good at immersing himself. "Alright, I did read about the raid on your club, but I didn't think things were getting that bad," Sarah whispered back. "What do you need?" "I need you to impersonate one of the MI6 techs for a couple of weeks," Fiona continued the whispered conversation. "She's in charge of their suit making operations and she will probably know what they have done with our machine. Plus whilst you are there I need a couple of suits made and you can find out any whispers about a secret team called the Axis of Evil." "Two weeks is a long time to be away from my husband," Sarah said back softly. "I need a reason to be away for so long!" "Your sister in America is ill and you are going to have to fly over there." Fiona handed her a folder. "Here are tickets to show your husband. You won't really need them, but it will help the cover story. Plus there's all the information you'll need for your impersonation of Mrs Catherine Hopwood." "Married... that will be trickier," Sarah continued the hushed conversation. "I have one of my best gurls on assignment next door to help as the daughter of the neighbour. I believe he's already screwing your new son. Make good use of him." Fiona whispered finally. "Right, but this is absolutely the last favour," Sarah said with determination. "I don't want this keep coming back at me. I've retired." "Agreed!" Fiona said softly, and then started speaking a little louder. "Now, how are your two lovely young girls getting on - Chloe and Zoe was it?" With that conversation reverted to the social niceties in life and they spoke no more about their whispered conversation. *** Adam felt pretty exposed in the middle of Crystal Palace Park at nine am in the morning. He had passed quite a few people on their way to work earlier on, but the spot the person had chosen was rather off the beaten track. He had brought a skateboard with him to stay in character and tried to a few tricks on it whilst he waited. He had forgotten just how poor he had been on a skateboard when he was young and soon ended up flat on his backside, nearly spilling all the money that was in the oversized bag he was carrying. It was lucky for him that Gemma had a nice rounded backside that absorbed some of the shock. Just as he was picking himself up from the ground he spotted an older man in an overcoat coming towards him. He was not sure if this was his contact or not, but there was no one else in sight for miles around. The old man closed the gap. "Are you Gemma?" The old man said in disgust. Adam was not quite sure what to make of him and what Gemma might have done to make him so antagonistic towards her. "Yes, what of it?" Gemma replied, staying completely in character. "You should learn some manners, young lady," Arthur Crabtree told her. "I have been asked to give you this note, but if you can't ask for it nice and politely I'm not sure that I should give it to you." Adam moved his hand round to click on the button that would activate the camera that was hidden within his oversized bag. He needed that note and he could not fail now. "Please Sir, may I have the note?" he asked as Gemma but Adam felt he had lost the battle and been forced to break character. It was not as if he was not normally polite, but as Gemma he was a young tearaway and he felt he had to stay in character wherever possible. "There, see you do have some manners, young lady," Arthur Crabtree said. "In my day, they'd have tanned your backside for such rudeness." Adam took the note quickly from the old man's hand and opened it and removed the letter from the envelope. It seemed that the old geezer was not waiting around for an answer to the note so Adam waited until he had turned around to walk back where he had come from and stuck his tongue out at the old man. That little act of rebellion gave Adam that confidence that he was still in character. He then read the note. Gemma or whatever your real name is, Apologies I did not come in person. I had to check that MI:6 would keep their promise this time and send you alone. Go over to the bin by the statue and reach into it. Wrapped in a newspaper at the top is a mobile phone. Take it out and wait for my call. We will meet soon C Adam looked around the park to see if he could spot who had written the note, but the only person he could really see was the retreating man who had given him the note. With nothing else to do Adam walked over to the bin and retrieved the phone from its wrapping. It was a pink Nokia with a little Troll key ring attached on the side. "I hope I'm not supposed to be the Troll," Adam said to himself, more to keep his spirits up than anything else. "I thought that I was quite cute in a grungy sort of way." The phone rang really loudly in his hand and Adam nearly jumped in fright. "Hello," he answered, "Gemma here." "Gemma, what a lovely name that is!" a female voice said on the other end of the phone. "I'm pleased to see that your friends in the Secret Service have kept their word this time." "Look, we just want the plans back. I have the agreed money. Where do you want to make the exchange?" Adam asked. "I'm afraid I'm well aware of all the little tricks of the secret service," the female voice told him; she sounded very young which struck Adam as quite odd. Marked money is such a naughty thing, don't you think? We have a couple more ports of call before we can make the exchange, I'm afraid, honey. I want you to take the north exit from the park, Gemma, and go to the jewellers in Cathode Street." Adam picked up his skateboard and then picked up his pace, feeling the gentle breeze blowing his loose fitting skirt as he went. He was not terribly familiar with the area in London but the Liam gave him directions in his earpiece whilst he was getting duplicate and identical directions over the phone from the young woman on the other end. "Go into the shop, Gemma dear," The voice said. "You're not really the type to have so much money but they have a beautiful diamond necklace and an absolutely lovely diamond ring there. I believe they come to just under two hundred thousand pounds. I want you to buy them both for me." Adam went into the shop and noted the security cameras over the door. He hoped that Liam could tap into the feed on those cameras to keep the surveillance going. Adam looked around the shop hoping to find the items that the mysterious woman was talking about. "So how'd Captain Krunky recruit you then?" the voice asked conversationally. "I beg your pardon?" Adam replied over the phone. "I think you know who I'm talking about, honey, even if you don't want to mention his name," the female stranger pressed. "Look I've signed the Official Secrets Act, sold my life in slavery and given up my nuts; you know I can't say anything," Adam replied snarkily. He located the items in an alarmed window. Gone were the days he would have thought of a plan to rob these. "Oh, my poor little punk girl!" the female voice said. "Gemma, go and buy the items and then wait outside the shop." Adam spent a little while negotiating with the jeweller before the latter would believe that a punk girl with a bag of cash had not stolen it and was a legitimate buyer. Having bought the items he left the shop as quickly as he could. "Now, Gemma dearest, it's time you did a bit of clothes shopping," the female voice said. Don't we girls just love doing that? I think you'll find there's a New Look a few doors down. Go inside and buy yourself a nice set of clothes with the remaining money - and by a set, I mean a full set, including underwear and shoes." Adam had no idea why the young girl wanted him to go and buy a new outfit, but he knew that he had to comply if he wanted to complete his mission and get the plans. The success and continuance of the team depended on it, and without the team he would end up going back to prison. New Look was not exactly the kind of shop that Gemma would have shopped in for clothes. The whole 'grunge' look completely passed this shop by and Adam was forced to select something that was a little more conventional. He eventually settled on a black blouse, a light pink skirt with black spots, a pair of patterned tights, a matching lacy black bra and panties and a pair of white gym shoes. At the last minute Adam picked out a black bow for his hair from the accessories stand and then went to pay for his purchases at the counter before exiting the shop. "I have my new outfit. What now?" "Now you have to go and change into it," the instruction came from the young girl. "I'm afraid, Gemma, you're going to need to do this in the open so I can see what you are doing. Take the first right off the high street and go to the end of the lane until you get to a set of steps. Go down them and turn left. There's a railway arch there that you can change in with a relative amount of privacy." Adam followed the route given to him and found himself in a disused archway was an old oil drum and bits of rubbish in it. He suspected that tramps used it at night to sleep in, but for now he did as he was told and started to strip out of his patterned floral dress, his flats before removing his bra and panties. He felt kind of funny standing naked in the middle of London, even if it was it a relatively private place. Adam pulled the black silky underwear from the New Look bag and slipped the panties over his smooth feminine legs and pulled them up over his rounded derriere. "My, don't you like to be cute underneath as well as on top." The female voice said over the phone. "Loose the earpiece and the skateboard as well." It was obvious that Adam was being observed from somewhere but from where he was located he couldn't see anyone. Adam had to put the phone down to affix the lacy black bra around his small but pert breasts. He then rolled up the patterned tights up each leg and pulled the gusset up over his panties. Finally he zipped himself into the A-line skirt and put the blouse on before adding the bow in his hair. Reluctantly he removed the earpiece and threw it to the ground. Gemma was now on her own with no backup. The young woman had ensured that any bugs or tracker devices planted on her were now gone. Adam put on his pumps and went to sit at the bottom of the steps where he slipped on the ring and the necklace. "Alright I've changed now. What next?" Adam asked into the phone. "Now we can meet and do the exchange, Gemma dear," the voice on the end of the phone replied. "I'll direct you to the National Sports Centre." Adam followed the directions given until he arrived at the athletics stadium and went out into the centre of the running track. There standing in wait was a young woman dressed in a black tee shirt and jeans and wearing sunglasses. She put the phone down and beckoned Gemma over to her. "So nice we can finally meet, Gemma," the young woman said to her. "Likewise," Gemma replied. "Do you have the plans?" "Of course I do; I know you have the payment." Adam slipped off the ring and unhooked the necklace from around his neck. "These will look pretty on you, I think. Why'd you take the plans anyway?" Adam as Gemma asked, curious as to his opposite number's motives. He had read the files on the theft and the other woman's impersonation of the man's wife. "It was just a job," she replied, "and one that I never got paid for - which, by the way, is why I want the money now. You get the plans back and I get paid. Everyone's happy." "Except, of course, that the Government's out of pocket, but then that's none of my concern," Adam said as she handed the jewels over. The woman put them in her pocket before retrieving an envelope from her other pocket and giving it to Gemma. "I think we're done here... I trust that I'll never hear from MI6 again now." The woman turned to go, but then stopped and turned back briefly to say, "You know, I think you turned out pretty well in the end, Gemma." Adam wondered just what this mysterious woman meant by that last comment. *** Nico was aware that Catherine Hopwood was going to be replaced that evening by some friend of the boss, and he had his own part to play as Chardonnay. His job was to ensure that Mr Hopwood and his son were out of the way whilst the kidnapping and exchange was done. It would have been trivially easy to get Nathan out of the way, but the difficult part would be to get Mr Hopwood along without having his wife come along, Nico had thought long and hard about how to achieve what he needed. The research that he'd done on Mr Hopwood had revealed that he was a fan of classical music. With the Proms concerts on in London, Nico had got the Boss to acquire him three tickets to the Mozart's Fifth Symphony concert at the Albert Hall. Chardonnay had pretended that she had won the tickets in a raffle at her temporary job and had paid for a third ticket from her own money so Nathan and his father could go along with her. It had been quite a job for Nico as Chardonnay to convince Nathan to go along; after all it really was not his kind of music. However, the allure of Chardonnay's charms and the promise of wearing a low cut dress had sealed the deal. Nico had selected a stunning red off the shoulder dress for the evening and he was rather hoping for a bit of action tonight with Nathan now that the performance was over. Nico's training was starting to pay off and Nathan was becoming a much more accomplished lover. It was a pity that in two weeks' time Chardonnay would need to go back to school, and Nico would have to end his time in her skin. His regular supply of sex would dry up until he had a new assignment. Nico had been bored throughout most of the concert but had spent the evening touching Nathan's intimate area when his dad had not been looking. On the drive home Nathan had cuddled up to Chardonnay in the back seat of his dad's car and his hand had wandered up her dress and into Nico's panties. Nico could feel Nathan's fingers slowly probing around his vaginal lips to find the entrance to his pussy hole. Finally Nathan's fingers found the opening they had been seeking and entered into Nico's fake tunnel of love. The sensors in Nico's suit immediately began transmitting the sensory touch to his own buried privates and the feedback caused by his own hardening cock kicked in the secretion of his juices from the automatic mechanisms in the suit. Nathan found the G-Spot as he had been taught by Nico and began gently rubbing it, making Chardonnay get wetter and wetter inside her vagina. Nico could feel the jolts of pleasure from the suit's feedback mechanism every time Nathan rubbed the spot and he gave soft moans of genuine pleasure in response. He had to ensure that they were not too loud lest Nathan's dad look in the car's rear view mirror and see where Nathan's hand was. Not only was Nico being finger fucked, but it was all happening in the presence of Nathan's father. This was such a turn on for Nico and he was proud of the young man who was gazing lovingly into Nico's eyes. It would all have to end soon of course, just like he would climax soon as the rate Nathan was pleasuring him. Just looking down at the rapid movements of Nathan's hand under his beautiful red dress was pushing Nico over the edge and he couldn't hold his ejaculation within his suit any longer. Nico let out a contented sigh into Nathan's ear to let his partner know that Chardonnay had achieved her orgasm. Nathan spotted the signs and withdrew his hand, wiping the juices all over his father's leather seats. The new Catherine Hopwood welcomed her husband home with a kiss. The files that Nico had provided to the imposter had told him that Catherine and Jonathan were still very much in love after twenty years of marriage. "Good evening, Mrs Hopwood," Chardonnay said politely. "Hello, Chardonnay. Did you have a good time at the Concert?" the fake Catherine asked her politely. "Oh yes, Mrs Hopwood. Nathan and I really enjoyed ourselves," Chardonnay replied. She wasn't referring to the dull concert though, but to her enjoyment of the ride home. "Oh good, would you like a cup of Indian tea or anything?" the fake Mrs Hopwood asked. 'Indian tea' was the code word that told Nico that Mrs Hopwood was not the woman she had been the day before. Indeed, he now knew that she was not really a woman at all now. "I would, honey." Mr Hopwood before kissing his wife. "No thank you, Mrs Hopwood. Nathan and I are just going to go upstairs for a bit." Nico did not say why, but he really wanted to go and fuck Nathan's brains out. The thought of another man in a suit was making him horny, but then it did not take much for Nico to be horny. Besides it seemed that the new Mrs Hopwood was already fitting right in. **** Next morning the fake Mrs Catherine Hopwood got up when her alarm went off at 7am to get ready to go to work. Jonathan had been quite amorous last night when he had got back from the concert and had proceeded to take her upstairs and strip her out of her clothes and make love to her before falling asleep soon after. Dmitry washed and did his morning make-up as best he could to match the photos he had seen of Catherine Hopwood and then dressed in her underwear that and skirt suit that she had already laid out on the dressing table. It had been quite a change being ridden by a new man last night; fortunately Catherine's husband had not seemed to notice that Catherine was quite horny in bed last night. Dmitry enjoyed a different man after the same one for so many years but was worried about being too adventurous in bed in case Jonathan noticed a difference with the real Catherine Hopwood. He slipped on her heels and headed downstairs for breakfast. Normally, as Sarah, he would have had a cup of cappuccino from their lovely coffee maker. Here, it seemed, they made do with instant coffee from a jar. He would have to slum it and just take what they had got. The only cereal that they had was Special K and it was not exactly top of Dmitry's favourite breakfast cereal, either. Once again, he was going to have to like it until this little favour was over. Catherine Hopwood ate up her bland cereal and headed to work on the Tube. Dmitry was apprehensive as he approached the entrance to the MI6 building. He knew that security there would be tight and he was slightly nervous about the reception he would get. He swiped Catherine's card into the machine next to the turnstile and moved through it, pushing the arms with his nylon covered legs. "Good morning, Catherine," the security guard said cheerfully. "Oh, good morning," the fake Catherine answered. Dmitry had no idea who the guard was but it was obvious that the guard knew all about Catherine. "Did you see the latest episode of Uptown Mansions last night?" the guard asked. It was obvious that both he and Catherine were fans and spent time talking about it. Dmitry made a mental note to watch the last few episodes on catch-up tonight. "No, Jonathan and I were out last night. I'll catch up tonight as we recorded it. See you later," The fake Catherine informed him, anxious to get the conversation over. "Sure, Catherine," the guard said to her retreating back. Catherine's heels echoed in the marbled entrance hall as she headed to the lifts and her office. They had tortured some details from the real Catherine prior to her replacement, but she had refused to give them any real information. They had just about discovered that she worked in the basement and that she was assigned to a special project. Catherine just got into the lift when another male held the door and slipped inside after her. "Mrs Hopwood, how's the freak team doing?" The man said as he pressed the button for the second floor. "Oh, they're just fine." Dmitry answered in Catherine's voice. He had no idea what the man was talking about but he determined that he would find out once he got into the basement. "Still, I hear they pulled the missile plans back, so they can't be all bad eh?" The man asked. "No, they're not all bad," Catherine agreed. Dmitry realised that Catherine must have some direct relationship with this team, and with a bit of probing he could perhaps find out where the plans were after he'd found where the suit making machine was. "See you later, Mrs Hopwood," the man said as he got out on the second floor. Dmitry pressed the door close button and headed back down to the basement. When he got down to the basement it was deserted. He immediately spotted the suit making machine in the centre of the open area and an office with Catherine Hopwood's name on it. Dmitry was very familiar with the suit making machine's operation and the fact that the whole area was deserted gave him an excellent opportunity to make the mob boss his new suit. Dmitry pressed the start button on the machine with his manicured fingers and waited for the whole thing to go through its start-up checks. Once the ready light came on, Dmitry opened Catherine's handbag and took out the notebook that he had written down the mob boss' measurements on. Carefully he input the measurements into the machine under the subject's details. He would then need to input a target details into the machine before he could initiate the creation process. Dmitry thumbed through the notebook until he located the photograph of a handsome middle aged man that he had been given. He then inserted the photograph into the machine's scanner and hit the input scan button. The machine would now do its business over the next two hours and Dmitry would not need to do anything with it until the new suit was completed. He headed over to Catherine's office and smoothed his skirt as he sat at her desk and turned on the computer. The machine prompted Catherine to insert her smart card which Dmitry duly did and then put her fingerprints on the biometric reader. Dmitry smiled to himself which reflected on Catherine's face as he inserted his manicured index finger onto the reader. The very technology that Catherine was in charge of was now fooling the security systems of MI6. Soon Dmitry was in to Catherine's computer and he had access to all her files as well as the project shares. As he began reading the files he rubbed his nylon clad legs together. Dmitry never got tired of the feel of the nylon on his legs and the sensuousness of it rubbing together. The file marked 'Axis of Evil' grabbed his attention and so he opened it just as he got a knock on Catherine's door. "Come in," Catherine said, not looking up from her PC. "I want you to make Adam a new suit," Agent Desmond Wilkes said as he entered the room. "His Gemma persona won't stay secret long and this person who had the missile plans has seen it now." Dmitry had no idea who this person was, but he knew the voice of a boss when he heard it. Sarah had experienced many a male boss in her time. "Yes, Sir," Catherine answered without looking up. "Have you got any idea of what sort of thing you'd like?" "Oh, something a little older than Gemma this time, I think," Agent Wilkes replied. "Perhaps make her in her twenties. You can choose the hair colour. You could always ask Adam what he'd like - after all he did a lot to get the plans back and he deserves a reward." "I'll talk to him this morning, Sir," Catherine replied. "Hey, since when did I deserve getting Sir'ed?" Agent Wilkes asked. "You've always been comfortable calling me Desmond before. What did I do wrong?" Catherine looked up at the man standing behind her desk at this point. Dmitry knew that he had made a mistake, but not a fatal one yet. Dmitry flipped the Axis of Evil from focus on his screen to Catherine's email instead in case the boss came round her side of the desk. "Oh, it was just something Adam said the other day," Catherine covered. "He said he thought that we should be much more formal round here and it sort of stuck in my head, Desmond." With any luck, he could get this Adam in trouble too with that comment. "I'll have a word with him when I send him down here" Agent Wilkes said. "We're all a team here now and I want them to be familiar with each other so that they can rely on each other in an emergency." Dmitry wondered whether sowing the seeds of discontent amongst this team might help him cover his own identity gaffs. It was an idea worth exploring. "Yes, you've said before, Desmond." Dmitry took a guess that this was the sort of thing that the boss said. It was a good bet. "Fine, I'll leave you to it Catherine." Agent Wilkes turned and headed out her office. Dmitry sized up the man's arse as he departed but eventually decided that he preferred Sarah's husband's derriere to this man's. With Catherine's boss gone, Dmitry settled back in her chair and began to read all about the people who made up this Axis of Evil team. *** Adam was in his room playing with his boobs when Agent Wilkes knocked on the door. He was feeling horny and with the full feedback from his suit he was able to tease and pleasure himself without even having to get out of the suit. Usually this developed later into playing with his pussy as well, but now that seemed unlikely. Adam quickly pulled the nearest thing that happened to be a dress over his breasts, picked up a briefing document to pretend to read and bid Agent Wilkes enter the room. "Adam, I need a quick chat if that's convenient?" Agent Wilkes asked as he entered. "Oh yes, of course, Sir!" Adam replied more formally than he perhaps intended. Nearly being caught feeling himself up had made him defensive and formal. "That was what I wanted to talk to you about. Please call me Desmond - the Axis of Evil team is a close knit team that I want to bond together. How are you doing bonding with the others?" Agent Wilkes asked. "Well, it's not easy, Sir, I mean Desmond," Adam replied honestly. "Liam keeps himself to himself mostly and Tanya's difficult most of the time." "Well, I want you to make an extra effort this week," Agent Wilkes told him. "The team is going to increasingly rely on each other and you can't afford to be distant." "I'll certainly try... Desmond." Adam caught himself this time before he said 'Sir'. "Good, and well done on getting the plans back. I'm going to want you to get a new suit made. Gemma's cover won't last forever and I want you to have a backup suit. As a bonus for your success, you can choose what she looks like." "Thank you, Sir." Adam cursed himself. He had caught himself the last time, but forgot in his excitement. Agent Wilkes smiled. "Head down and see Cath to get the designs set up for the new suit. Just make her slightly older this time." Agent Wilkes paused as he turned to go. "And I really do mean well done, the team is now a permanent fixture thanks to you." Adam was both relieved and frightened at hearing that. In one sense it meant that there was no longer an immediate threat of him having to go back to prison. On the other hand it meant that he was going to have to be a woman for the rest of his working life, so he had better get used to it. With Agent Wilkes now gone, Adam slipped off his dress and decided that he would do some getting used to being a woman before he went down to see Mrs Hopwood. His nipples were already full and sensitive and as he touched them again he could feel his fake vagina starting to moisten below. One of the consolations of his new job was that he could make love to a woman any time that he wanted now. *** Tanya did not go down to the basement very often. It wasn't just the social stigma of going down to the arse end of the building, but it was also because this was where Adam became Gemma. The whole premise of these realistic female disguises offended her. Why did they need this when it was something that a real woman could do? She carefully cradled the object that she had stolen in her hands as she tried to locate Catherine Hopwood in the dingy basement. She'd been ordered to check out one of the buildings that had been referenced in the papers that they had found in the Pink Pussycat Club. It had been one of the lower priority tasks after getting the missile plans back to check out the locations and Tanya was more than a little miffed that she had been given the low priority work. Adam had been given the plum job of getting the plans back and had got all the praise. The office had been a breeze for Tanya to break into but had for the most part been full of lawyers' papers with little real significance. However once she had seen the safe behind the picture, she knew that she would not be leaving there without cracking it. Inside the safe she had found the device which was nothing like anything she had ever seen before. Agent Wilkes had told her to take it down to Catherine Hopwood, and so she'd been forced to break her taboo on going to the basement. Tanya could see Catherine busy on her PC in her office, so she knocked on the door. "Enter." Catherine's voice came to Tanya outside the room and she did as she was bid. "Mrs Hopwood, Agent Wilkes asked me to come down here and show you this." Tanya handed over the object to the smartly dressed woman behind the monitor. Catherine Hopwood took it and glanced down at her monitor. "Tanya?" Catherine said sounding slightly unsure. "I'll take a look." Catherine began to study the object closely as Tanya waited impatiently. "What is it?" She said at last her curiosity finally getting the better of her. "It's an old fashioned data chip from a Russian computer circa 1985," Catherine told her. "They tried to build an IBM clone, but they couldn't get the three point five disks to work. So they created their own format. I wonder what's on it. Leave it with me and I'll try to read it." "Thanks," Tanya said and turned to go. "Wait a moment Tanya. You work with Adam, don't you?" Catherine asked her. Tanya turned back around and gave Mrs Hopwood a quizzical look. "Yes, though I've never really seen Adam, only Gemma," Tanya replied. "How do you stand being a friend of a pervert who dresses up as a woman?" Catherine asked her. Tanya was stunned. Catherine Hopwood created the suit thing for him to wear. She thought that Catherine would be all for it, but apparently not. "He's one of the team," Tanya said weakly. She could not believe that she was defending the pervert. "But you don't like it? I wouldn't like it if a man said that he makes a better woman than me, either," Catherine Hopwood told her. "He said that?" Tanya shrieked. "That perverted little freak thinks he's a better woman than I am?" "Yes, he said that all the people at the club couldn't get enough of his sexy dancing. He was quite proud of it. I think it's an insult to all women you know." Tanya was fuming now. Who the hell did he think that he was that he could insult a real and frankly quite perfect woman like her? "That little freak is going to pay for those remarks!" Tanya told Mrs Hopwood. "Oh, I don't dare do anything I'm afraid Tanya. I've got duties that won't allow it," Mrs Hopwood started. "But I could," Tanya said. "He'll pay for those remarks," she finished as she stormed out. The fake Catherine Hopwood smiled to herself now that she was alone again. *** Adam headed down to see Mrs Hopwood about the new suit some half an hour later. He had got rather involved in making himself feel like a woman and the exploration of his vagina had been so pleasurable that he had had to have a second go before he decided that he'd have to go and do his duty after all. The lift had given him some time to start thinking about his new suit and the type of woman he would like to be. He did not bother knocking and he walked straight into Catherine Hopwood's office to find her fiddling with something on the desk. "Whatcha, Cath," he said, keeping up Gemma's punk image. "How's it going then?" "Oh, hello there, Gemma," Catherine replied, looking up from the object she was trying to open up. "I'm down for the design of a new girl - apparently Gemma has outstaying her welcome in some quarters." Adam did a cute little twirl in his short black punk dress and then stuck his tongue out. Mrs Hopwood laughed at his antics. "You're getting really quite good at that," Catherine said. "It's a pity Tanya doesn't see it." "Sorry, what do you mean?" Adam asked, his light mood suddenly darkened. "Oh, she was just saying how she thinks you'll never fully master the art of being a woman and how you're fooling no one." "She can't be serious?" Adam interjected back. "I'm afraid she is. She just doesn't see your talents. After all you fooled all those men at the Pink Pussycat Club." "Damn straight I did. Miss Prissy Knickers has really got a bug up her arse about me." "She reckons there's no way any man would fall for you as you're so obviously a fake." Catherine informed Adam. "She really does take the biscuit. That's the last time I let her borrow my hair straighteners and my bath salts!" Adam replied. "Anyway, never mind about her, we need to talk about the new me." Adam put the bitch Tanya from his mind to start thinking happy thoughts about his new body. "I think I'd like to be a blonde again," Adam decided. "It was really nice being Emma that time and they do say 'blondes have more fun', don't they?" "So I'm told. You have any ideas on measurements?" Catherine asked. "Yeah, I want bigger boobs than Gemma." "You really are a man underneath that suit, aren't you?" Catherine laughed. "Bigger breasts will weigh you down on your front." "Bigger is better. Every man loves big tits." Gemma said in a most unladylike way. "Fine," Catherine said, "you can have what you like, but you'll just give Tanya more ammunition against you." "Screw her," Gemma replied. "She's not the boss of me." "I have some photos of potential candidates. Would you like to look them over?" Catherine asked. Adam did a cursory glance at Catherine's computer screen and his eyes were instantly drawn to one of the pictures. "That's the one." Adam pointed to the one he was drawn to. She had blonde hair, big breasts and was wearing a skimpy black netting bra and black panties. "She's not a real blonde," Catherine told Adam. "That's alright. I'm sure you'll make a few other changes anyway. If you don't tell then I certainly won't when I'm wearing her." "Fine. I'll set it up to start producing it tomorrow." Catherine stated firmly. "If you could tell Liam that I have a little piece of computer history that he might like to see." "Sure Cath. I'll be down in a couple of days for a fitting of my new girl. See you later!" Adam headed out of the office and past the machine that was chugging away making a suit of some sort. He was quite excited about getting his new suit, but he was also quite annoyed with Tanya for her bitchy comments. He thought that by now she would have at least learned to accept him as one of the team. Instead she still apparently had a real problem with him. That would need to change. *** Nico wanted to maintain good relations with the father of his current persona. As Private Secretary to the Minister of Justice he had access to all sorts of information that might be useful to the mob. It was after all the reason that he had been planted here. On top of that getting in with 'Dad' would not only accord 'Chardonnay' more freedom with the boy next door but would hopefully make the assignment easier. "Dad, I was thinking that perhaps we could do some father-daughter time together. Ever since mum died I want to ensure that we make time to really know each other," The fake Chardonnay begged her father. "Cherub, there's nothing I would like more than that," Edward Trevelyan answered his daughter. "But tomorrow I have some important papers that I have to go through for the Minister. It'll probably take me a few days to go through them." Nico let the disappointment show through on Chardonnay's cute little face. He was a good actor when he wanted something and he certainly knew how to pout like a real obnoxious teenager. "Awww, Daddy, it's always something important," Nico wailed as Chardonnay. "What could be more important than me?" "I can't say, cherub, it's a Government Secret, I'm afraid. Look, I'll make it up to you at the weekend," Edward Trevelyan offered. "How about going to Chessington World of Adventures?" "Great, Daddy - can Nathan come too?" Chardonnay begged. Nico knew that Edward Trevelyan would not say no after already offering the bribe. "You too are really getting close, aren't you? Alright, cherub, he can come too, but you be careful with your little playmate," Edward Trevelyan advised his daughter. "Oh, I'll be careful, Daddy," Chardonnay promised. "You haven't... you know... yet, have you?" Edward Trevelyan asked, not at all comfortable asking his daughter about sex. "Oh no, Daddy!"Nico lied to Chardonnay's father. "We're just good friends at the moment." "Oh good. You will tell me if it goes further won't you, and you know you will take protection won't you?" Mr Trevelyan was getting increasingly flushed as he started going into things he was not at all comfortable talking about with his daughter. However, with his wife dead these past five years from cancer there was no one else to do it. "You know I will. I love you, Daddy." Chardonnay gave her father a hug and with his false face no longer in sight of Mr Trevelyan, he grinned. "Good... well, I'm going to be busy over the next few days, so you'll have to amuse yourself till the weekend." He patted Nico's head and then released her from the hug. **** Liam had had to urgently switch his screen over to some work related task as Gemma came back up to their shared apartment. The image on his screen of Neon Girl was one of his tamer images of her, but he still did not want Gemma to catch him looking at them. "Mrs Hopwood has something to show you in the basement," Gemma said to him. Her voice was not the same as Neon Girl's voice, but it still sent shivers up his spine when he heard it. Liam knew that he had to answer her, or at the very least give her some sort of acknowledgement, but it was difficult for him. He always said the wrong thing to girls. "Ta." Was all he managed finally as he shut down his laptop. Liam decided that it was best that he go down to the basement sooner rather than later. That way he did not have to share the room and try and make small talk with Gemma and show himself up. Liam had no idea what the resident tech in the basement might want with him, so spent no time worrying about it as he headed down in the lift. Instead he began to consider a new strategy for the latest Empire at War game. He had already beaten it on all levels, but he'd played the obvious strategy to win. Liam was better than that and he wanted to win on the highest level in the cutest possible way. That should impress Gemma. Mrs Hopwood was working on the bodysuit making machine as he came out of the lift and she waved him over. Liam reluctantly shuffled over to where she was and waited for her to address him. "Liam, I have something in my office that I think might interest you," Catherine Hopwood told him. Liam shrugged and followed her into her office. She handed him a small device that he instantly recognised as some sort of strange data device. The pin sockets on it were unusual however and it was obvious to Liam that it was old technology. The writing on it was in the Russian alphabet, but he did not speak any Russian. He only spoke German, French and Mandarin Chinese. "Old and Russian," he said into the silence. Liam was secretly pleased when she smiled and nodded at his answer though he tried not to let it show. "Very good Liam! It's a 1985 data cube from a Russian programme to copy the IBM machines." Mrs Hopwood smiled at him again and added, "You don't get out much do you?" "I go out when I'm on a mission." Liam did not want to appear to be a slacker in the Axis of Evil Team. He might not socialise but he was probably the hardest working of any of the team. "Oh, I didn't mean to imply that you're not a valued member of the team," Catherine Hopwood began. "Only Tanya thinks that. She doesn't think you're a real man with real manly urges." Liam did not know what to say. He did not think he got on badly with Tanya, but then when he came to think about it most of his conversations with her seemed to be her bullying him into doing something or other for her. He was a real man with real urges, he just had trouble expressing them after all the taunts he had been subjected to at school. "I'm not gay," was all he could think about as a reply, but he wasn't sure if that was strictly true. He fantasised about Gemma being Neon Girl, but he knew full well at the back of his mind that Gemma was really a guy called Adam Keynes in a hi-tech suit. "I didn't say you were, dear." Catherine Hopwood invaded his personal space and touched him lightly on the head. It was sort of nice being touched by a woman, but also sort of frightening and scary. "I think you just lack a little confidence, honey." Liam had never had any confidence dealing with women, not since Cindy Dawson had laughed in his face when he had asked her out on a date when he was fifteen. He nodded mutely to Mrs Hopwood's statement of fact. "Why don't you practice on Gemma, honey? After all, she's not a real girl and Adam is much more likely to understand your dilemma," Catherine suggested. Liam blushed furiously at that, and he wondered how Catherine Hopwood knew about his obsession with Neon Girl. Though when Liam came to think about it, he realised that she must have that strange unfathomable thing called feminine intuition. "Er... I... er" Liam spluttered. "Oh, you do like Gemma, honey! She'll be delighted to know that," Catherine continued on past Liam's lack of words. "I'll let her know that you're sweet on her." Liam squirmed on the spot at that. The last thing he wanted was someone telling Gemma that he liked her. "No, please don't!" he begged. "Oh don't you worry, I'll have a little 'woman-to-woman' chat with her," Catherine told him calmly. "Of course, I probably won't see her for a couple of days, so you'll have plenty of opportunity to tell her yourself." Liam let out a little 'eep' at that but hoped that he had covered it up. "I'll take a look at that Russian drive and see if I can read it," Liam quickly changed the subject and picking up the object. "That's kind of you, honey," Catherine smiled at him. "Good luck with Gemma." That was a little much for him and he turned from the office and fled back to the lift. *** The man in charge of the mob in Britain had picked up the new suit from the MI6 drop off point. It was ironic that MI6 had done everything to create him a whole new disguise and even deliver it to a neutral drop off point for him. Dmitry had mentioned in his brief communication that he had deleted the details of its creation from the machine; he had a clue to the location of the mob's bodysuit machine and had heard some news of the missile plans. Things were starting to look up once again and he was now starting to think about recruiting more 'gurls' for his operations as he was running a bit thin on operatives. The man, who currently looked like a woman, stripped out of his feminine jeans, blouse and underwear. His feminine curves were now fully evident to him in the mirror. He slowly slipped the mask from his head, revealing his male bald head beneath. Finally he undid the zip down the back of his suit so that the front of it started to flop forward with the heavier weight of the false breasts. He pushed it down over his hips, careful not to rip it. He never knew when he would need to re-use his emergency suit and he was keen not to break it. The suit now lay empty and discarded on the floor of his temporary hideout. Later he would need to hang it back up next to the Marianne Bletchley suit. For now he was very keen to undo the corset that was pulling in his waist. The relief once he undid it was palatable. Male suits were much easier to put on for a man. The suit only went to the bottom of the stomach and his male equipment was free to the elements. Long term exposure to a female suit really chaffed on the old nadgers. The boss fitted his male torso and then slipped the mask over his bald head. He got out the blending agent to ensure that all the seams were blended in and inspected the result in the mirror. He looked pretty good now, a handsome man in his early thirties with a full lock of hair. Fiona had already told the organisation of his imminent arrival and had started to re-organise everything. Now he just needed to complete that. *** It just was typical that Agent Wilkes had sent the three of them on a training exercise the following day. They had been provided a 4x4 to drive them all down to the Army ranges at Minley Manor near to Aldershot. The drive would be an hour to an hour and a half in the car and the seats were uncomfortably close together. As it turned out Tanya had insisted on going into the front, which meant that Gemma was sat in the back with Liam who seemed somewhat on edge. "So you think that you're a better at being a woman than I am, then?" Tanya accused him almost straight away to him after they got into the car. "I never said that!" Adam replied as Gemma. "You always try to do me down. You think you're so superior, but I've got news for you sister, I've had many a red blooded male panting for me." "You shake that fake booty at them, yeah?" Tanya spat back. "Well, most men are thick and they just think with their dicks. To be a real woman you have to pass amongst other women." "I've passed amongst women," Adam said. Emma had never had a clue that he was a man when he was posing as her during his attempt to rob a bank. "Not ones who were paying attention, I'd warrant," Tanya continued her attack. "You swing your hips too much like a drag queen and you can't leave you boobs alone. I've seen you playing with them in the apartment you pervert." "Oh, so you've been spying on me have you now? You're such a control freak that you have to watch me every hour of the day," Adam hit back. "I'm not a control freak, how dare you?" Tanya spat at him. "I'm a real woman and I know how a real woman looks and behaves. You stand out as a fake." "Leave Gemma alone, I think she's just perfect," Liam suddenly leapt to Adam's rescue, completely out of character. "Oh, the shrew has found his voice has he? How on earth would you know what a woman looked like anyway pipsqueak? Have you ever seen a real one naked? Kissed a real woman?" Tanya was in full flow now with her spite. "Don't start on Liam. This is between you and me Tanya. You just can't stand not being the Queen of the roost can you?" Adam revealed. "I don't know what you mean. I was the first one that Desmond chose for his little team, so it stands to reason I'm the most important and should be the leader." Tanya declared. "You mean that you were stupid enough to be caught first." Adam countered. "You bitch!" Tanya shrieked. "Look who's talking!" Gemma yelled back. It was then that the opaque screen that separated the front from the back of the 4x4 started to rise. The driver had obviously had enough of the squabbles in the car. Liam put his hand on her arm. "Just ignore her, Gemma. You and I are good together," Liam said in hushed tones. What exactly did that mean? Was Liam trying to hit on Gemma? "What's that supposed to mean?" Adam was perhaps a little rougher than he meant to be on Liam, the argument with Tanya was still fresh in his mind. "I, oh, I just meant that we make a good team as the, err Axis of Evil," Liam limply replied. "I see," Adam replied. "That's fine, as long as that's all you mean." He was not sure that encouraging another man, especially one who was on the team, was a good idea. "Yes, that's all," Liam said sadly. The puppy dog look in his eyes though made Adam wonder. They sat in awkward silence during the rest of the journey. *** The fake Catherine Hopwood had set the new suit for Adam Keynes going in