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CLASSIFICATION:- BLACK
DEFCON: 3
ENCRIPTION:- ENIGMA
RECEPTION VIA: STATION X
The Following was received in an encoded burst transmission from our agent deep within the occupied territory, transmitted at 19.00 Zulu.
Agent is unidentified for this decoding but is known to us.
Transmission is for Designation FlyerTalk Eyes Only.
TRANSMITION BEGINS:-
The Aston Martin reared under my steady hands as the twin turbo chargers cut in, the traffic on the Uxbridge Road towards Heathrow Airport was slow at this time of day, and the surge of power forcing me back into the soft leather seats was both erotic and sensual.
I glanced at my Rolex Perpetual Oyster, its gun metal grey hands read 07.00, 3 hours to my mission objective. I felt under my armpit for the comforting embrace of my Walther PPK, I had a knot in my stomach, I’ve dodged bullets, hidden under bridges, frozen in mountains, poisoned Czech spies, killed more traitors and gangsters than most small armies, shot a traitor in Bonn, learned seven languages, fought and won the cold war, and had more adventures than any ten agents combined, yet this mission fills me with the deepest horror.
“M” had summoned me to his office with an early morning call from MoneyPenny, she always has known how to get me up in the morning.
I drove from my from my Bond Street flat to that ghastly new building south of the Thames “The Xmas Tree” in under 10 minutes. “M” glanced at me as I walked in “Sit” he commanded, “We’ve received some very disturbing reports from the Canadian Desk”
“Ah, the Invasion”
“Exactly, two of our best agents “Ken The Hammer” and “Empress” have been sending us very disturbing reports, confirmed by one of our double agents “Shareholder”, about the insidious growth of the Evil Empire.
“General Milton, Commander in Chief of the Notorious AC Brigade ”
“Exactly”, “M” continued, “since the Invasion we believe that the interim government headed by Comrade Benson has been well and truly infiltrated, and is now for all constructive purposes but a shell regime for the Evil Empire”
“But that can only lead to . . .”
“World Domination, and the end of every thing we hold dear to our Hearts, exactly old boy”
“M” looked straight into my eyes and I could tell he was close to tears, “You’ve got to find out more, you will have to go deep undercover, and enter the occupied territory, I know its dangerous, but you’re the man for the job”.
Traffic was building as I approached the airport, memories of many flight attendants bubbled in my subconscious but I repressed them, I needed all of my concentration for the mission ahead. I double checked the pack “Q” had thrust into my hands as I left “M”’s office, The Jeffery Archer book disguised as a Novel, The laptop computer with the built in commode, and the vibrating neck support cushion.
I was as ready as I would ever be.
Dawn was breaking as I entered the first out-post, Check Point Charlie, BA Check-in, LHR, Terminal 4. I approached the counter and presented my credentials, the best that “Department F” could produce, “Executive Platinum, confirmed upgrade to 1A on CP087” I said to the Blonde behind the counter “Sure thing darling” she replied, she gave me that come hither look as I slipped her my suitcase. She scrawled her phone number on my boarding pass “Next time you’re in town, call me” she smiled “and don’t you bother about that old Black sticker honey, I’ll see you all right”, I left her wanting more, and Fastrak’d it through the terminal.
So far so good, but I knew I had the worst yet to face the dreaded Gate Agents, feared throughout the community for the shear power they weald, they have ultimate upgrade power, and we all know that absolute power corrupts absolutely. I approached the gate undercover of an overloaded luggage trolley, one of the old soviet ones with only 3 wheels, large and ungainly, but the perfect cover.
The Gate Agents were at their posts, dispensing summary justice without fear of retribution. The elite Concierge force were on hand, their black uniforms crisp and neat, silver insignia glinting in the morning sun, as they patrolled the boarding zone, always alert, ever vigilant. I could taste my fear, would they demand the last Black Sticker, that Holy Grail, that sweet delight, that which once tasted corrupts forever.
I slid from behind the trolley, and positioned myself in the line behind a large man wearing traditional Canadian dress, a strange uniform emboldened with a large “99” on his back, “Nice Day, for sure, Ay” I said in my best Canuck as we approach the desk. “Papers” sneered the Gate Agent, our eyes locked, he glances me up and down, I pass him my documents, his eyes rise, “Executive Platinum?, Humph!!” the nearest Concierge turns, and before I can react he draws his manifest “Good Morning Sir, everything OK, come right through” I knew then that he was one of us, he had the right stuff, a true believer.
Past the gate he drew me to one side, “I don’t have a lot of time, I will say this only once” he whispered “the forces of darkness are upon us, we fought the good fight, but our resources are low and our moral is weak” he looked imploringly at me, I wanted to put him out of his misery, but he was too valuable to the cause, he would have to suffer. ”I will say this only once” he repeated “soon, we know not when, but soon, we will all be sent up to the front line, Heathrow Terminal 3, few ever return from that hell hole, Comrade Benson tell’s us we will remain as an elite corp., the crème de la crème, but though we are true believers we fear that this is just propergander” his sad eyes stared at me “You must get out, you must escape and let the whole world know our sad plight”
“Don’t worry” I reassured him with a slap on the shoulder “Your story will echo around the World”.
He left me in that dark corridor, and as I approached the gaping void that opened into the occupied territory, I knew for sure that what lay before me could be truly terrifying, beyond anything I could contemplate or imagine, that undiscovered country where no FlyerTalker has yet to go . . . . . .
TRANSMISSION ENDS
TOP SECRET – TOP SECRET – TOP SECRET
FLYERTALK EYES ONLY
REPEAT FOR YOUR EYES ONLY
READ AND DESTROY – READ AND DESTROY
CLASSIFICATION:- BLACK
DEFCON: 3
ENCRIPTION:- ENIGMA
RECEPTION VIA: STATION X
