Heather Ch. 11

Heather Chapter 11

Part 1 Order of St. Michaels

The next few days were hectic for The Table as they organized a path forward. They were still gathering information off the phone and computer. They couldn't locate Mr. Freud, who had dropped off the face of the Earth. No one had filed a missing person's report, which meant the authorities weren't looking for him. They had to initiate one.

The Crimson Talon had found DNA at the scene, but no one knew who it was. They were processing it through one of The Table's labs. Quiet Man turned to Leon and asked, "Whose DNA is it? Is it Heather's?"

Leon responded, "I have no idea, sir; we don't have DNA files on our employees."

With that, Quiet Man decided to have all employees test, from himself down to the cleaning crew. They got kits for everyone. Quiet Man stood in front of the group and demonstrated how to swab and place the sample in a tube. They sent the samples to the lab.

A few days later, Quiet Man got the results. The DNA left in the room was not Heather, but that of the crew that came in behind her and threw up in the toilet.

Quiet Man looked over the results. As it turned out, Meagan had been sucking off Black Clint Howard in training, and he was her first cousin. His name is Francesco. I don't think either of them knew, and if Francesco did, he would never tell. Heather was Tammy's daughter, which was no surprise and shit-fuck, say it ain't so. Quiet Man was glad he was sitting down. As it turns out, Quiet Man was Tammy's biological father. He did not know who the mother was.

This was when he was a young field agent working undercover as a bartender at a strip joint. He took care of the girls' payout and got pussy as a tip. He wasn't there long enough to see which coke whore he got pregnant. It would take a moment to realize that he had fucked his own granddaughter and came very close to making her fish food. He deleted his DNA from the files. No one could know, as the relationships would be considered a compromise in his decision-making, and either he or Heather would have to leave and not in a good way. He couldn't get the Darth Vader scene out of his mind: he protected his son, Luke, against the Emperor.

Part 2: The Assignment.

Despite the great intelligence Heather supplied, they were still sorting through it. The Table wouldn't act on anything until they confirmed it. In the meantime, they had a real Epstein man. Belyakov, a former Russian deputy minister of economic development, supplied Epstein with underage models. He also ran a honey-trap ring which was used to blackmail American businessmen who might later become President. This was all true. What they left out was that he was coming to the US to testify before Congress and turn in the organization. Leon knew his operation for a fact, as he was the middleman between Epstein and Belyakov. His ass was on the line. The assignment was to seduce and kill him and his entourage. They didn't have to fuck all of them, just kill all of them and do it in Moscow, then sneak out.

Heather asked, "Is it okay if I bite their dicks off? The other girls chuckled.

Leon answered in the affirmative. "Yes, you can even go Texas Chainsaw on them, except we don't want to attract attention.

"Can I use my crossbow?"Heather then questioned.

"How do you plan on walking around with a crossbow without attracting attention?"Leon asked, standing all smug and akimbo.

Heather suggested, "We could replace the archers for the international tournament. They are already cleared, and the bows are already there. This way we don't have to mess with guns in Russia."

Leon hated to admit it, but he liked Heather's idea. He would bounce it off The Table. (St. Michael stationery has been changed to "The Table.")

In presenting the idea, Leon was informed that Belyakov wanted to do a closed-circuit cam exhibitionism. He was looking to hire three women. One to play his wife and two to play his daughters. He wanted to have sex with them and have it televised to a close circle of oligarchs and officials. How fucked up was that?.

Leon came back and asked, "Who wants to be a porn star?" He dismissed everyone except for the women. He asked Tammy to stay, even though she was not technically a field agent. All the women would go. Heather would take Abigail Whistler's place, a St. Michael associate. Tammy would chaperone the other three girls as substitutes in case an archer dropped out. Tammy, Sarah and Heather are the logical choices to play the Mother and two daughters.

Quiet Man objected. Tammy was not a field agent, and Heather did the last one. The Grande overruled him.

Russian security was a pain in the ass. They thought their cover was blown about a half dozen times. Fortunately, the group had enough titties and smiles to be allowed through. Heather would have to compete in the tournament before they would be on "TV." To the untrained eye, she did not look good in the practice round. However, there were dead flies all over the target. They didn't even instruct her to lose to avoid attracting attention because she was not a professional archer.

They met with Belyakov, who was excited to see Heather. He was about to fuck an American athlete. He wished her luck and arranged for her to bring her crossbow so she could sign it and present it to Belyakov as a gift. This was too easy.

Heather qualified and made it to the knockout round. She hadn't missed a bull's-eye yet, but she placed some arrows around the perimeter to look like she wasn't great, just good.

Her final round pitted her against Helena Bertinelli, suspected of being part of the Crimson Talon. They were both hitting the bull's eye. Heather bunched her arrows around the center. On her final tournament shot, a fly landed on the tip of the dead center arrow.

Heather smiled. She lined up her shot, looked over at Helena like a cocky Tom Cruise in "The Color of Money," and took it. The arrow not only hit the fly, but split the arrow in two. That shot made it to Moscow TV. Heather won and was having her 15 minutes of fame. She told Helena it was the bow. Helena quietly swapped bows with the unsuspecting Heather.

Leon watched the clip back in his office. He was worried this operation would "go south" like the last one, which had actually turned out okay. His future lay in the Truehearts' antics. Never underestimate the power of tits. Leon had stopped believing there was a Cosmic Order to anything,

Tammy, Heather, and Sarah went to the private studio. Belyakov greeted the champion. He wanted to see the bow. Heather explained the fly and how she trained by shooting flies. She offered to shoot flies in the studio when they were done. Belyakov laughed.

He looked approvingly at Tammy and Sarah. He thought they could put on a good show for his comrades, who would be the audience making requests.

Belyakov sat in the middle of the sofa flanked by Truehearts. Sarah was sitting on Heather's lap. They were dressed in cheap Russian lingerie. Tammy was stress-testing the top, which was a cup size or so too small. Fucking metric system.

The oligarchs signed on. Their screen names were Serg 1, Serg 2, Serg 3, Igor, Dmetry, Mikhall, and Vlad 1. The last one interested Antonio Grande, who had hacked into the system and was recording the session.

Serg 2 wanted to see "the sisters" make out. This was not new territory for them. They started with kisses and boob caresses. Sarah whispered to Heather, "Please don't make me cum."

Heather smiled and just rolled her tongue as if to say she understood. Requests to undress came next. The girls got naked. Heather sat on the sofa with her legs spread while Sarah licked her pussy in short, broad strokes that missed the mark as she was making sure the camera got the pussy. Vlad 1 wanted to see Tammy naked sucking Belyakov' s cock while the girls took turns exposing their pussy to the camera with some faux licking.

Sarah liked the attention and playing for an audience. While on the sofa, she ad-libbed and sucked on Belyakov's cock. The two shared it, licking both sides. Serg 3 wanted to see Sarah get fucked while the other two girls played with her tits. Vlad 1 said Tammy would get fucked and her daughters would play with her boobs.

Tammy whispered to Belyakov, How long do you want to last? I can slow down." He said back to Tammy, I need to have all three of you on me." Slow up and switch in 5 minutes."

After 3 minutes, Sarah was fucking Belyakov. Sarah liked to fuck Josh, not middle-aged guys. She went through the motions as the Truehearts sucked on her boobs. He wasn't getting off, so after 4 minutes, he wanted Heather. Tammy warned him that he would not last a minute with her. Belyakov scoffed at the idea and started to think about the players on the Russian hockey team to delay the moment of ecstasy.

Heather helped guide his dick inside of her. She pumped him three times to get her bearings. She squeezed, and Alexander Ovechkin scored. Showtime was over.

Belyakov wanted to hook up in the States. Heather offered to give him her number for when he got there. Belyakov opened his phone. With the phone open, Heather gathered Helena's rapid-fire crossbow and killed 6 Russian flies that she saw on the necks of her victims. There would be no US visit. Heather used the open phone to text her audience that the girls had left with their gear.

Heather looked at Sarah and Tammy and said, "Ready to go?"

The ladies objected. You can't leave those bolts in their necks and the crossbow. It is evidence.

Heather replied, "Indeed it is," and then whispered, "It's not my crossbow."

As the girls exited the country, Helena Bertinelli was being sent to Siberia. A bonus tossed in.

It wasn't much of a training film, but Antonio Grande watched it over and over.

Part 3: Vegas

Julie and Sofia flew first class to Vegas. They needed to pry Jennifer out of her house and into a hotel. Sofia had an exterminator connection and managed to get hold of some Drywood termites. This was something a lowly pool boy could do. Within a day, they had to fumigate her place. Her husband was out of town. Jennifer checked into the Sahara and got a room in the Alexander Tower.

Sofia needed help from her longtime friend, Frederic Da Silva. Like Sofia, he was at the Crimson Talon's Ruby level. They needed him to hypnotize Jennifer to find out whether she was a member of the Order of St. Michael.

Julie played a non-English-speaking Asian maid. They entered the room and set up. Sofia installed a micro, remote-controlled electronic solenoid behind the mirror's frame. The tungsten-carbide pin would shatter the tempered glass, releasing its tension in 1,000s of heavy shards.

Sofia and Frederic hid in the bathroom while Julie, in a Sahara uniform, waited with the room's door open and a maid's cart. Jennifer returned after some gambling. She was upset to find a maid in her room and told her to leave.

Julie looked at Jennifer and smiled. "No En-ga-lish, No En-ga-lish," she repeated.

Jennifer then told her to leave in Japanese.

Julie froze for a moment, as this was off script. Jennifer turned her back to Julie for a moment, as Julie moved on her and auto-injected her in the neck. She was out in three seconds.

Sofia and Frederic emerged and closed the door. They secured Jennifer with some ropes as she was lying on the bed. She was injected again and revived.

Frederic went to work with hypnosis. Jennifer was easy to put under. When asked if she worked for the Order of St. Michael, she struggled to answer. Frederic concluded she was a member and had been trained to resist questioning; otherwise, she would just say "No." In reality, the organization had changed its name to "The Table," and technically there was no longer an Order. In either case, the result was the same.

Jennifer was hypnotized into the idea that she was tied up after she was untied, and she could not move. She lay on the bed and looked up at the mirror. She saw a small black box with a red light flashing rhythmically. It was a recreation of the waterbed scene in Bride of Chucky. Jennifer lay there in a state of panic. Sofia used Jennifer's phone to text her husband to visit. She groped Jennifer's large titties.

Julie said, "What the fuck, Sofia?"

Sofia said, "Sorry. Celebrity titties, I couldn't help myself. Either of you guys want a grope?"

Frederic suggested she should be naked if she were waiting for her husband. Sofia agreed. Julie said, "NO!" With that, she stopped the undressing and possible rape of their victim.

As they left the room, Sofia blew Jennifer a kiss and said, "Friend to the End." About a half mile down the road, Sofia clicked the remote, and the mirror shattered. It was death by a 1,000 cuts. It took several hours for her to bleed out.

Her husband discovered the body. He contacted The Table to report what had happened. This was certainly the work of the Crimson Talon. They thought it was retaliation for arresting their operative in Moscow. They couldn't be more wrong. Like a vampire that has tasted blood, Sofia was compelled to complete her mission.