Tinker, Twitcher, Soldier, Spy: The Follies Stealthily Move into 2010

[rose]

Operative Babe Bedloew (otherwise only known as B.B.) was tired, hungry, and impatient. Her contact was to have shown over two hours ago, but yet she waited. That little voice inside of her rarely steered her wrong, and it said to wait, so wait is what she did.

The ill-lit cafe was mostly empty. In front of her on the table, sat the remains of her last cappuccino, along with an ashtray filled with cigarette butts. She took out her compact in the guise of touching up her lipstick, but in fact she was once again surveying the door behind her, willing it to open. Nothing. Not even a soul to be seen on the deserted sidewalk outside.

She slipped her hand inside of her trench coat, and under her camisole to reassure herself that she still had the package...

 

[BarryG]

As B.B. was not so patiently waiting, a strange fellow was sitting in a beat up Trabant outside the cafe. He too was waiting to see who showed up to meet her and to confront them both. He did not know why she was there, why she was to meet her contact, or anything about the package. All he knew is that he loved her and was devastated when she refused his proposal. Now he, Thomas Gunn, MP, OBE and head of Her Majesty's Commission for Undulations, was determined to know why she had turned him down.

As he sat there he remembered the nights that he had spent with BB and as he did so he reached inside his coat to adjust his package.

 

[peter57]

Meanwhile the cafe owner was lounging behind the counter, silently cursing the lady in the booth, who for 2 hours had only ordered one coffee and by the looks of it had no intention of leaving.

Bondy wake up, said another regular, how about another coffee, just because you have the same name as a spy it doesnt stop you from serving coffee.

Little did he know thought J.B. as he made the coffee, and checked under his apron to see if his package was intact, little did any one know.

 

[GlenBrittle]

A block and a half further back, was yet another non-descript car with its driver watching the person who was watching the operative who had entered the cafe more than two hours ago.

It was obvious that they were waiting for something. The twitches were working over time from sitting so quietly, watching.

Time to do some snoopin.

Off with the wingtips and the hand made socks. Wiggle out the pressed wool trusers, which were carefully folded and placed in the back seat. From under the front seat came a plastic bag, tightly tied up. Loosening the knot that kept the bag closed, a terrible stench, like rotten garbage escaped. It wasnt long before the vagabond clothing was on, and some old wool construction socks, long past the days of usefulness where pulled on. A big glup from the flask in the glove compartment and he was ready.

Staggering up the street , muttering grunts and groans , he staggered to the car where Thomas Gunn was taking too long to adjust his package. The drivers window was down.
Showtime.

Sticking his head in the window and belching out gasses that a connoseur would recognize as Chivas Regal, Thomas just about peeèd himself.
"Buddy, ya got some chga, chgan, change for a coffee?"
"leave me alone" remarked Thomas , upset that a bumb had scared him.
"Buddy, Im without, just some chnage for a coffee is all ah want" Some stakeout this guy was diong ...
Thomas tossed a buck out the window and shouted "NOW GO AWAY"
He picked up the buck , and muttered "you didnt need to yell"

Stumbling in his best vagabond strut, he headed for the cafe. Looking through the window of the door, there is a lady, watching the door through her makeup mirror.

He opens the door and heads to the back of the room. In passing, he mentions to the very fetching lady "I think you are being tailed by a man in that car across the street"

 

[rose]

B.B. gave no indication of hearing what the street person had mumbled on his way past her. Those certainly weren't the code words she was waiting for.

As he, and the odor emanating from him disappeared into the recesses of the room, she saw that he'd dropped a folded bill onto the edge of her table. She'd like to think that her first impulse would be to call him back, as, from the looks of him, he was in need. But, her training as a spy was too well ingrained to give into unguarded actions. She surreptitiously slid the money toward her, and unfolded it. Scrawled across the front of the bill was the word ABORT.

Inside she froze, outwardly she calmly picked up her purse and undulated toward the counter to settle her bill. The surge of adrenaline had her twitches going full force. Breathe, she instructed herself, Its nothing more than BFS. Get a grip before you blow your cover.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a nondescript car slipping silently away from the curb, its headlights off. The shadowy profile of the driver looked all too familiar.

The man behind the counter moved over to the register. One of his hands discreetly slipped under his apron to adjust his package.

 

[Zaphoon]

He was late and he knew it! "Shucks, I shouldn't have waited for my secret agent spy socks to dry and should have gone with the plain, black cotton!" thought Max.

Max was due to rendezvous with an "unkown" at a local cafe but between waiting for his socks to dry and the 30 minute conversation with his mother on the phone, he was late as usual.

With dry s.a.s socks and mother off the hook, Max was now on his way to the diner. As he walked out of the door of his flat, he double checked his "package", making sure it was secure!

 

[rose]

BB made her way by rote... First, step on the first bus heading toward the Sainsbury supermarket,, ride it down two stops, cross the street, walk a few kilometers, then double back. She hopped on the Tube at Edgeware Road, rode it past Bayswater, exiting at the Notting Hill Gate stop. She took a taxi back to Sussex Gardens, got out, and went by foot down the streetlamp lit sidewalks. Eventually she walked through the double doors of the Casanova Bikini Club. The designated rendezvous spot.

By time she entered the club, it was late, but the karaoke was far from winding down. It felt good to come in from the cold. She slid between the scantily clad hostesses, and undulated into a back booth.

She had a bad feeling about this whole assignment. Too many agents had been lost of late, and she didn't intend to join their ranks. But, her handler had said she would be able to benefit directly from this latest mission. After (if?) she was able to meet up with the defecting operative, and actually have the package in her very hands... well... it would look very good in her file.

Hidden in the ample depths of her not so secret weapon(s) was the decoy package. A quick exchange, the hand-off in order to verify the information was good.... and not only would it be an almost guaranteed promotion for her, but, this scientist's breakthrough research would benefit twitchers and snorters throughout the free world. So, what had gone wrong? Why didn't he show? After all, it had been HIM that had come to THEM, not the other way around. Maybe something had spooked him....

Her mind wandered back to the mysterious man who'd been watching her. Was it Thomas? She wished she could have told him why she had to break it off. She longed to once again experience his touch, the stroke of his finger, tracing the shape of her lips,.... the playful slap of his hand on her fanny... if only he'd had the maturity to match his good looks, maybe things could have worked out differently for them....why couldn't bad boys grow up?

 

[peter57]

Having kicked the street person out J.B. decided to shut up early and head to his favorite night club, the Casanova Bikini Club.
While changing into his tux and ensuring his Browning PPK was in his sholder holster he had this unnerving feeling that somthing wasnt quiet right with the street person, but he couldnt quiet put his finger on it.

Heading out the door he ran into a man trying to come in, sorry mate but i am closed.
But , but I have to meet someone here it is important.
There is no one inside, go home mate as he locked the door and headed off.
Down the road he paused and under the guise of looking at some suits in the shop he glanced back and saw the man still out side his cafe but talking on what looked like a shoe. Strange he mumbled.

On reaching the Club he paused and gently opened the door, letting his eyes adgust to the gloom inside.
Glancing around he spied a lovely lady sitting in a booth, alone and started to make his way over, then somthing made him stop, I have seen her before, why its the lady from the cafe, looks different now but it is her.
Perhaps i will get a drink and hang at the bar for a while.
When he ordered his drink, a Coopers he brushed his jacket to make sure his package was still there, it was.

Just then the doors opened and in walked.....

 

[Zaphoon]

Max had just reached the outside of the cafe, the rendezvous point, when his shoe phone went off. As discretely as he could, he slipped his "slip-on" off to answer. It was H.Q. with a late report on the change of venue for rendezvous. With this new directive, Max headed promptly to the Casanova Bikini Club. He hoped he wouldn't run into Mother there!

 

[rose]

30 hours earlier...

The Keeker stood in front of her suitcase, which was open on the hotel room bed. She slipped her hand down through the neatly folded clothing, double checking that she had the sterling silver framed photo of Poo Head. More importantly, that "the document" hidden behind the picture of her beloved pooch was there.

On the nightstand was a stack of several passports. She sifted through them, choosing the one who's name matched the one on her London- bound airline ticket. Tucking the others away in the hidden compartment at the bottom of her purse; she looked around the room, satisfied she'd completed her departure preparations.

The hotel room door clicked shut, and the fine Irish lass walked toward the elevators, her Louis Vuitton bag gliding silently behind her.

 

[BarryG]

As The Keeker rode the elevator she decided that once she was done with this job it was time for a holiday, somewhere warm where she could lay on the beach and sip margaritas and finally get some sleep. "Why did I take this contract?" she asked herself.

Thomas got tired of driving around aimlessly and decided that he needed a drink and some gratuitous sex. As if by magic his battered car pulled to a stop just down the street from the CBC (Casanova Bikini Club).

As he walked into the club past the bouncer (who looked eerily like Arnold Schwarzenegger but smarter) he noticed a man at the bar who was seriously overdressed for the slightly sleazy ambiance of the club. "Who is the penguin?" he thought as he made his way to the bar. As he reached the bar and ordered a martini he noticed that the man in the tux was staring at a woman in a corner booth. "Could it be?" he asked himself "Is it really BB?" "Maybe now I will find out why she left me".

Just then he noticed that one of the dancing girls was staring at his package that was certainly no longer top secret...

 

[Zaphoon]

Max arrived at the C.B.C., walked in the door and almost ran right into the bouncer (who Max thought closely resembled the guy that played in those "Terminator" movies. "Nah, too smart for to be him." thought Max.

The place was filled with hazey smoke, cheap perfume and almost naked ladies. Max checked his "package" and expelled a sigh of relief - it was still there, safe and sound. Now if he could only remember what his contact looked like. After so many of these mission rendezvous, he was apt to get confused.

 

[BarryG]

The dancing girl decided that she had had enough of the disguise that she had been forced to wear. "It is time for action!" she said to herself. Because she was still sore from being thrown down the stairs in the Ikea job she decided that if there was any rough stuff going to happen here she was going to get help from the "Terminator".

Whatever happens, her boss "Chico the dog", told her to get the "package". The only problem was, everyone seemed to have one. Which one should she get? It was all so confusing!

 

[peter57]

JB, finished his Coopers and surveyed the room,
there was the lady from the cafe in the back booth, who seemed to be a source of attraction for the guy sipping a martini.
Then there was the guy who he ran into outside his cafe, now what was he doing here?
A dancing girl had stopped dancing mid song, now why would she do that?
The rest of the people showed no signs of any odd behavour so he discounted them.

I think it is time to get this party on the road he thought and reached under his tux and put a $100 on the bar and said to the barman, a bottle of bubbly for the lady in the booth.
Now lets see what happens.

 

[KeeKer]

Keeker the Scottish lass, stood waiting patiently beside her car for her contact! What could be keeping them? They were late by at least an hour. And she kept getting all these strange looks and they weren't for her. Everyone was trying to figure out the make of her gorgeous car!
Drats! She knew she should of taken the cuda! At least their distraction would keep them from guessing her real purpose!